“Y-yours!” Asiana moaned as the demoness kept fucking her. Kept thrusting into her. “I’m your… ah… mnnn… b-bitch. Your slut! Oh mistress. Mistress, please! Please don’t stop!”
“Never,” Luxa breathed, leaning over her. “Never. You’re mine, aren’t you? You don’t want freedom. You want this. You want to be my slut. My slave. My fat titted milk cow, don’t you? Tell me,” Luxa breathed, her tongue flicking out, stroking the dancer’s cheek. “Tell me my slut and I’ll let you taste my seed. I’ll stuff that cunt of your full.”
“Oh gods of the sands! Yes! Mistress! Please! I’m yours! Your ah… s-slutty cow! Claim me, mistress. Take meeee!”
Luxa laughed and kissed the panting dancer. Immediately Asiana yielded to those hot lips, moaning in delight as that sinful tongue slithered into her mouth. Oh gods. Oh gods she could feel Luxa’s breasts press against her own, rubbing her whorish teats. She could feel the demon’s thrusts grow fiercer. The demon’s cock throb. Pulse. And… and…
“Mnnnnn!” she moaned into those lips as Luxa came. As searing cum pumped into her waiting cove. Stuffing her womb. Her depths. Searing away the last of her resistance to this monstrous woman. Her breasts swelled, taking in the demon’s essence. Milk oozed from her nipples, lubing up their rubbing tits. Slickening Asiana’s chest.
And still the demoness fucked her.
Asiana couldn’t focus. She couldn’t think. Every thrust of the demon’s hips scattered her. Overwhelmed her. Filled her with another wave of utter ecstasy. Oblivion of pleasure awaited her, and she fell into it, losing herself in the fucking. In the pleasure.
Lost, lost, to the demoness’s lusts.
The Corrupted Potion
Red magic crackled like static off ancient sconces. Licked off stones and withered the weeds that sprouted between the cracks. Bare feet padded through the ancient hall. Crimson hair bounced about a face of cruel beauty. Naked, her soft curves on full display, the Red Witch walked through the corridor and to the waiting door. Her nose twitched at the spicy scent of sex and pheromones. She smirked and knocked.
After a moment the door opened, Luxa filling it. The demoness looked down and brightened. “My lady,” the demoness said with a mocking bow.
“Hello Luxa.” The Red Witch peered around the demoness and to the lab. A bed had been arranged within, and resting on it was a curvy young woman, her tanned skin a deeper hue from a flush, cum and milk staining the sheets and her, her eyes lidded, tits heaving with laboured breaths. “Having fun?”
“Oh yes,” the demoness cackled. “So much. Mortals are such a delight to fuck.”
“No doubt. Not having too much fun to finish your task, were you?”
“Not at all. Here you are, as promised.”
The Red Witch’s eyes flashed as she took the vial from the succubus. The contents swirled, pale and creamy, yet veined with strange, smoky darkness that shifted and twisted in the light.
“As promised. The distilled essence of monsters and beasts. A potion of unspeakable corruption. What are you going to do with such a thing?”
“I have some ideas,” the Red Witch said. She glanced back at the figure on the bed. “And what of her? Going to toss her back to the gertlings?”
Luxa glanced back lazily, her lips twitching up. “Mmm. No. I think I’ll keep this one. It’s nice to have such a willing slut to help relieve all the tension of the day. And besides,” Luxa chuckled, her tongue flicking across her lips. “Milk that delicious needs a true connoisseur to appreciate it.”
The Red Witch laughed. “Well, enjoy her, Luxa. You’ve earned it.”
“Thank you, my lady,” Luxa grinned as she shut the door. “I will.”
As the Red Witch stepped into the courtyard, she heard moans and whimpers of pleasure echo from the ruined keep. The sorceress smirked and shook her head, and walked off into the tangled forest and the darkness of the night.
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