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  Her delicate fingers dance over my body. I roll onto my back, breasts heaving, eyes heavy with desire as I gaze up at the comely elf. My fears of being damned by Oreth for embracing a woman are forgotten amid the hot rush of lust. I can have whatever I want and all I have to do is ask Nellie to show me the way.

  She smiles down at me expectantly as her fingertips tickle my sensitive flesh.

  Where do I want Nellie to show me pleasure?

  Kissing Nellie is pleasure enough

  Ask Nellie to pleasure my breasts

  Ask Nellie to pleasure my pussy

  Ask Nellie to pleasure my ass

  Guard against the imp

  The imp’s venomous stinger and the very fact that he is a demon make me wary of him. I need to fight defensively until I can find the right opportunity to strike. Hopefully, Nellie has the sense to follow my lead.

  I bring up my guard and harden my stare at the smirking imp.

  “Do your worst,” I say, trying to provoke him into an ill-considered attack.

  His expression changes instantly, from sinister and charming to just the sinister part. He scowls with anger, his lips pulling back to reveal his sharp teeth. He hops upon on the table, knocking the bread and sending the sausage rolling to the floor.

  “I shall give you exactly what you deserve,” he snarls, flexing his clawed fingers and spreading his membranous wings. “By the time I am done, the both of you will be on your knees begging for me to breed your little cunts!”

  “Come and try me!” My bravado conceals my fear. I’m petrified of fighting a demon, even one as little as an imp. I brandish my sword and Crowley screeches with abyssal rage and launches himself from the table in a gliding leap.

  “Look out!” Nellie cries as the demon’s tail lashes around his shoulder.

  I manage to deflect his tail and thump him in the face with the flat of my sword. His lashing, clawed feet slash open the shoulders of my blouse. I can feel droplets of hot blood on my back.

  “Bitch!” Crowley screeches, whirling the confines of the chamber in a mad flap of his membranous wings. I am ready when he comes back around and nearly manage to lop off his arms as he claws at me and stabs with his tail. His third pass is even less effective as his claws barely come near me and his tail’s stinger jabs far wide of me.

  He cackles with glee as he whirls away after the third attack.

  “Laugh all you want,” I say. “Next time, I’ll have your head.”

  “Ohhhhh,” I hear from behind me and feel Nellie’s hands tighten on my shoulder.

  “Nellie? What’s wrong?” I ask, sparing a glance over my shoulder. The curvy elf is shuddering and rubbing at a spot on her bare hip. As her hand moves away for a moment, I see a raised red welt about the size of a silver zek. She looks up at me, her eyelids drooping and a strange smile spreading across her face.

  “Beatrix, I am afraid I have been… ohhhhhh...”

  She drops to her knees, moaning, and I grab hold of her under her arms to pull her away from the cackling imp. There is no safe spot for her, but I manage to get her into a corner. She is tearing at her clothing and rubbing between her legs.

  “Snap out of it, Nellie!” I cry and I slap her across the face. She moans as if I have lashed her clit with my tongue and rubs even more vigorously between her shapely thighs. She thrusts her hips and tears open her bodice, freeing her huge, soft breasts to be squeezed and shaped by her frenzied hand.

  “It lasts for hours,” laughs the imp. “You’ll know soon enough, my lovely!”

  I might tie her down or risk knocking her out with a blow to the head, but there is no time for me to deal with Nellie. The imp is upon me again, slashing with his claws and striking with his tail and it is all I can do to fend off his attacks. Each swing of my sword meets a clawed hand or the barbed tip of his tell and sends him back, but only for a moment, as he launches himself at me again and again tirelessly. Gods, help me, I hold my own, but his attacks are wearing on me.

  Pressed by the imp’s attack, I stumble back against Nellie. She is on her feet again and she reaches around me, grabbing at my breasts through my blouse.

  “Nellie, what are you doing?” I cry, trying to shake her off. “Stop this! Let go of me!”

  “Ohhhh, Beatix,” she moans, her voice slurred, “it feels so good.”

  She pinches my nipples through my blouse and I cry out, arching my back and trying to push her off of me. She has somehow stripped off all of her clothing and the weight of her naked body smothers my back as she reaches around me to fondle my breasts. She releases my right breast and reaches down for my pussy, squeezing it through my pants.

  “Get off of me!” I cry desperately as the laughing imp comes in for another attack.

  “Beatrix,” moans Nellie, kissing my neck and rubbing her naked flesh against my back, “my body burns for you. I need your touch.”

  My attempt to shake off her touch proves just enough of a distraction to allow the imp in close with his slashing claws. I cry out as his sharp nails rake my blouse, opening the left side from my shoulder, over my left breast, and down to my abdomen. I bring my sword around to deflect his claw from doing worse and I unwittingly shift my guard away from my other side. Crowley’s tail moves with whip crack speed and I feel the sharp jab of his stinger into the meat of my thigh.

  “Nnoooo!” I cry, swinging my sword back around. He pulls his stinger from my flesh before I can chop off the end of his tail. The damned imp cackles with glee.

  I stagger on my feet for a moment as the venom from his stinger courses through my body. Warmth spreads through me, tingling into my limbs and up to my face, concentrating as intense, throbbing pleasure in my clit. I cry out as Nellie resumes rubbing me through my trousers. Her lips are warm against my neck and her other hand, so vexing only moments before, finds my nipple through my tattered blouse. She begins to roll my tender bud between her fingers, sending sharp jolts of pleasure through my body to my clit.

  “No,” I moan, unable to resist. “No, gods… ohhhhh…”

  I begin to roll my hips and push my pussy against her rubbing fingers. She kneads my intimate flesh through my trousers as I begin to disrobe in a sudden rush of desire. I don’t even care that the imp is watching and laughing at me. I tear open my blouse, freeing my pert breasts and stiff nipples. I unbuckle my sword belt and drop my trousers as I kick off my boots.

  “Yes, my two lovely ones,” laughs Crowley. “Bend over the table and I will give you what you crave.”

  He wanks his stiff red cock and I can barely look away from it, fumbling my fingers over my steamy cunt as I watch the imp pleasuring himself. Nellie obeys him and hurried over to the table. She drops the dangling weight of her tits onto the rough hewn surface and tilts her hips to offer the imp a view of her glistening pink pussy with its thatch of golden hair.

  “You too,” snaps Crowley, slightly peeved that I have not obeyed him yet.

  “Y-yes, of course,” I say, feeling ashamed that I have disappointed the imp and his wonderful big cock. “Forgive me, please.”

  I hurry to the table to stand beside Nellie, bending over it beside her, practically hip-to-hip with her as I offer the imp my small, firm rear and the dark-tufted pink of my pussy. My thighs tremble with anticipation. The spot where the imp plunged his stinger into me throbs with the same pleasure pulsing through my clit. I arch my back in response to the sensation, giving up an even better view of my ass and aching pussy.

  “Oh, please, fuck me,” I cry, looking back over my shoulder at the imp.

  “Fuck us both,” croons Nellie.

  “I am a fair demon,” laughs Crowley, stroking his rather long cock. “I will be sure to give you an exactly equal number of strokes. And when I cum, why, I’ll seed you both!”

  As he says it, I realize I have never needed anything more in my life. My body is aflame with yearning to be fucked and bred by the red-skinned imp.

  “Yes!” I cry, bouncing on my toes and making my firm ass j
iggle.

  “Ohhhhh, yes, I need your seed,” agrees Nellie, reaching back to spread her plush ass and better expose her dripping cunt.

  Crowley’s eyes fix on the ripe fruit of Nellie’s pussy. He wets his thin lips and bounds nearer, seemingly weightless with his wings spread.

  “I simply must begin with this luscious elf,” he remarks as he runs a clawed finger over her cunt, gathering some of her nectar. She moans with pleasure. He sniffs his fingers and his long, serpentine tongue slips out and licks her sweetness from his fingers. “A fine vintage and as sweet as I expected. Now then…”

  He steadies himself with his claws upon her creamy bottom. Balanced on his clawed toes, he thrusts upward and I hear a wet slurp as he buries his cock in her soaking slit. Nellie lifts her head and lows with an animal pleasure as he thrusts deep, her tits swinging forward as Crowley’s scrawny hips finally spank against her ass.

  “Is it good?” I gasp, watching him work his cock out and in again.

  “It is perfection,” cries Nellie. “Ohhhh fuck me, Master Crowley!”

  “Master Crowley? I like that!” The imp cackles. He practically climbs her haunches, clinging to her backside with his clawed feet as he pumps his cock in and out of her pussy at a fevered pace. Her huge breasts swing to and fro, slapping against her body and nearly swinging up to her chin. The imp grabs her long, pointed ears, using them almost like handles as he fucks her furiously. She wails in ecstasy, her eyes rolling back and her jaw hanging slack as pleasure I can only imagine for the moment shudders through her.

  My turn cannot come soon enough. I squirm impatiently as the imp fucks Nellie until she is a trembling wreck slumped over the table. He slides his long cock from her clutching pussy with a wet slurp and hops down from her back. His claws leave dozens of red marks where he gripped her creamy flesh, though he does not seem to have drawn any blood.

  “Ohhhhh, Master Crowley, more,” whimpers Nellie, her head down, her golden hair spilling across the table and her body barely rising with her breathing.

  “Yes, later,” cackles Crowley, giving her bottom a hard swat with a clawed hand. “Now it is Beatrix’s turn.”

  “Please fuck me,” I cry, wiggling my hips in anticipation.

  Crowley gives my flanks a stroke and leans his face to my rear. His hot breath tickles down my crack and over my aching cunt. A moment later, his hot, serpentine tongue slides over my slick seam and dips into the hot honey pit of my cunt. I cry out, nearly cumming from that lash of his tongue.

  “Ohhhh, Master Crowley,” I cry. “Taste my pussy. It is so hot and wet for you!”

  I can hardly believe those words are coming out of my mouth and yet it feels so right. He’s so handsome and his cock is so big, but that tongue… gods, it is incredible! He gives me another lick and sends pleasure throbbing deep into my core. My legs shake and my toes curl.

  “Even sweeter than elf,” he laughs, slipping his tongue out of my pussy. “So very tight! I will fuck you so that you forget all about human men.”

  “I already have, Master Crowley,” I whimper. “All that matters is you!”

  He spreads his wings and leaps atop me, his lower claws gripping my hips as he drives his cock into my slick pussy. The weight of him pushes me down onto the table and his upper claws grab my arms, pinning them down among the forgotten dishes of our supper. The sensation as his cock spreads my folds and drives into my core sends me over the edge. For several seconds, I cannot make a sound as my inner walls clutch and ripple around him. Powerful orgasmic contractions shudder through me. I finally manage a whine as my pussy grips at the thrusting piston of his cock.

  “Yes! Yesss!” Crowley screeches, his wings flapping and his cock plundering my pink pussy. His hardness is so warm inside me. I can feel it swelling, growing thicker as it rubs against my fluttering walls. “Your cunt is hungry for my seed!”

  “Oh, yes, master,” I cry.

  “Mine too,” whimpers Nellie.

  “You will not be forgotten, my elf,” he says, lashing out with a claw and smacking her soft bottom. “I have enough for you both and it is almost… ahhhh… HERE!”

  He slams his cock deep inside me and I feel it jerk. He thrusts again and a moment later his cock spurts his hot seed against my womb. There is a flash behind my eyes and a pleasure bursts within me more potent than any orgasm. I know in that moment that I have been bred by the imp. The magic of Zimon’s dungeon takes hold and a warm magical glow radiates from beneath me, lighting my thighs. Crowley thrusts again and again, pumping several more potent shots into my clutching cunt before pulling out of me in the midst of his orgasm.

  In a single leap he jumps from my back to Nellie’s and I hear a cry as he sinks his spurting cock into her pink pussy. Her cries of pleasure reach a new octave and I reach out, grasping her hand, joining her in the mutual surrender to the pleasure of being mated by the imp. Our eyes lock and we both smile as our bodies shudder and shake with force of demonic conception.

  From that glorious moment, we enter a haze of submissive pleasure. Crowley takes full advantage, pulling us off the table and ordering us to our knees with our cunts still dripping with his cum. We worship his red cock, coaxing it back to full hardness as he fondles our breasts and makes us suckle his fiendish bollocks.

  He fucks us again and again and when he is not fucking us, he lounges and commands Nellie to pleasure me or commands me to pleasure Nellie. We are only too eager to tongue each other and lap up the cum dripping from well-used pussies if it amuses our new master.

  CONTINUE >

  I should use my mouth

  I can’t ask Nellie to do something that I can handle myself, but no way am I letting this little fiend anywhere near my ass. I step past Nellie, towards Crowley, looking down at him as I stand over him. He smiles up at me.

  “Well? Are you going to give me that lovely ass, Beatrix?” He asks and cocks his head to the side.

  I slowly drop to my knees in front of the imp. I have to get very low to the ground to put my face even with his cock. I take hold of his shaft, marveling at his hardness and the warmth of his flesh. I look up into his beady eyes as I lean forward. I stroke him slowly and run my tongue around the head of his cock, tracing the ridge and swiping a lick over his oozing slit. I taste the spiciness of his flesh that Nellie had mentioned, as well as the salty-sweetness of his pre.

  “Ah, I see,” says Crowley. “You mean to pleasure me with your mouth.”

  “That should be more than fair,” I say. “You enjoy my mouth and Nellie and I will enjoy a meal. Then we will be on our way.”

  He rests a clawed hand on the back of my head and guides me to his cock. I part my lips and take him into my mouth as he says, “I suppose that will work.”

  “Mmmmmm,” I reply, sliding my mouth down onto his cock and taking him to the back of my throat. I tighten my lips around him and slide back up to his tip, hollowing my cheeks with suction and flicking my tongue against his tip. He shudders with pleasure, his hand on my head urging me into a rhythm of bobbing my submissive mouth up and down on his demonic cock. The small room fills with the raunchy sound of my wet sucking, heavy breathing through my nose, and the occasional groan of pleasure from the imp.

  I close my eyes in concentration as I suck the imp, gliding my lips faster and faster on his straining cock. I can taste the salty-sweetness of his pre and it seems almost intoxicating. I wonder if I will be drunk on his cum if I swallow. Perhaps I should spit it out.

  I am so intent upon serving the imp’s rather nice cock, that I am surprised by the sudden appearance of Nellie beside me. She is on her knees, smiling at me and watching closely.

  Crowley tightens his claw in my hair and gently pulls me to a stop. I look up at him and he croaks, “I think your elf friend wants a taste.”

  “Y-yes, of course,” I say, my face flushed and my pussy aching as I pull my lips from his cock.

  “Thank you, Beatrix,” says Nellie as she leans forward and gulps Crowley’s crimson coc
k into her eager mouth. His full length disappears between her plush lips and she gurgles softly as she takes him to the root, her nose pressing against the smooth flesh of his lower abdomen.

  “It’s in your throat,” groans Crowley, cradling her head with his clawed hands.

  I can see her tongue working beneath his cock, massaging his balls. I feel a little jealous of her ability. This busty elf princess apparently knows how to suck cock like a back alley whore! She swallows again and again around the imp’s cock, no doubt massaging him in the soft velvet of her throat, before pulling back to his tip and sucking hard while her hand works his wet shaft.

  “Suck the balls, human,” groans Crowley and he gives me a rather rough shove on the back of my head. Well, if it gets him off quicker, I suppose it’s worth it.

  I go down to his dripping sack covered in elf spit and I start tonguing his hefty stones. He cackles with delight and I pull them into my mouth, sucking at them as Nellie deep throats his cock again, her lips so close to mine that we could practically kiss around cock. I’m getting a mouthful of her spit, but it’s sweet and slippery and actually kind of sexy. The more of it that slides down the imp’s balls, the more I feel like I am making out with them, tongue teasing them as I suck on them.

  “Yes, yes, so good,” moans the imp. “But even better would be your warm cunts.”

  I pop my lips from his bollocks and look up at him. “That wasn’t the deal, Crowley. If we suck your cock—“

  “I did not agree to your deal,” laughs the imp. “You just wanted to suck on my cock and you assumed I would.”

  Nellie slides her mouth from the imp’s glistening cock and looks over at me.

  “Does that mean I should stop sucking him?” She asks.

  Before I can answer, Crowley’s tail lashes out twice, stinging me in the shoulder and then Nellie in hers. She cries out, grabbing at the wound. I fall back onto my ass on the floor, looking up accusingly at the treacherous imp. As the warm venom spreads through my body, I realize I should have known better than to trust a demon.