“Pretty,” said the dretch and its hand slowed on its cock. “Name… I can’t tell.”
“Plllllease,” she begged, biting her lower lip to keep from leaning forward and sucking the demon’s monstrous cock.
The demon’s brow furrowed and it looked around as if checking to be sure the two were alone in the summoning circle. It lowered its head in such a way that its chins piled up and the pumpkin shape seemed to form a mound.
“I tell.” The dretch seemed to sigh. “Name is… Klurp.”
“Klurp?”
The demon stiffened as if she had struck it. The name was as disgusting and foolish as the creature that owned it. The dretch squirmed in torment.
“Yes is name! Do not speak! Please!”
The knowledge filled the tsarevna with hope. She could control the dretch! She could dominate it the way Burandias had dominated her with his magic. And if she could control it, even call it back from the abyss, she would have an ally that would help her escape.
She began to say something else to the dretch to test the limits of her power. Her eyes were drawn back to the bloated length of the dretch’s engorged cock that twitched beneath its scaly belly. Natalya forgot what she was going to say. She leaned forward and licked the milky yellow fluid that dripped from the dretch’s cockhead. Tasting it was as sweet as summer wine and new warmth flooded her body.
“Klurrrrp,” she moaned and engulfed the head of the dretch’s cock in her mouth. It was so warm and both hard and soft at the same time. Her tongue flicked at the slit in the tip and produced a salty-sweet trickle of oily liquid. She licked it and swallowed the discharge from its fat head, moaning around him as she reached up to stroke Klurp’s cock with both hands.
The tsarevna became lost in the debased act of sucking the demon. She had not considered doing such a thing to a man before and yet knelt before this fat fiend, she was in ecstasy serving his foul fuckmeat. Her lips stretched around him and the dretch reached down to push her head, forcing more of his cock into her mouth and to the back of her throat.
“Yesssss! Pretty suck! Suck pretty!”
The demon fucked her face, pushing its huge cock roughly into her throat. The only mercy was the constant flow of slippery liquid that lubricated the action. Her neck bulged as her throat was brutally stuffed with demon cock. Tears spilled from her eyes and Natalya fought to breathe. The dretch’s huge bollocks swung against her face with each gagging stroke. Drool and demonic precum dripped steadily from her chin.
Despite the demonic cock that plunged in and out of her throat, Natalya was rapturous with ecstasy. She wanked Glurg’s foul cock and massaged his spit-soaked bollocks between slaps against her chin. The dretch held her head with both clawed hands. He squealed and grunted with his growing pleasure. His round hips worked faster and his cock seemed to swell.
“Cummmmmm!” cried the dretch.
His cock jerked violently in her throat. She felt the grotesque pulse of it between her lips. All she could do was swallow as a massive quantity of rancid dretch cum poured into her belly. It filled her like a gallon of stew, distending her belly and overflowing into her mouth. He pulled his cock from her throat and she fell forward and emptied some of the contents in a heave onto the floor. The off-white cum spilled across the stones of the floor.
She recovered from her spasm, her belly still mostly full with cum, and she smiled up at Glurg.
“It’s so good,” she moaned and massaged the spunk into her breasts and between her thighs.
The rank odor of demonic cum was thick in the air. She wanted more. She wanted to drown in the delicious broth. Her body was hot with lust for it. She reached for Glurg’s cock and the dretch let her catch up to it. She began to lick him clean, moaning as she did and trying to stuff him back into her mouth. It did not matter that her throat was terribly sore. In that moment, she would have given her throat to the demon for the rest of her life.
But Glurg desired something even more.
“Pretty make baby. Pretty take seed!”
“Yes,” gasped Natalya, slipping in his filthy cum as she turned onto her hands and knees to offer her firm bottom up to the dretch. She cried, “Mount me! Claim my womb!”
The small bit of the tsarevna’s sanity that remained let out a scream as it recoiled from her depravity. As the dretch waddled behind Natalya, this remaining scrap disappeared into the darkest recesses of her mind. She shook her hips and wiggled her pale bottom to entice the creature. All that mattered to her was the bulging hardness of its purple cock. She desperately craved it.
“Fuck me, please,” she moaned.
Glurg took a moment to savor his prize. He had already defiled her purity with his tongue in her quim and yet the tsarevna, for all her wanton behavior, still radiated innocence. Natalya was certain this was what intoxicated the dretch as it flared its nostrils and inhaled the scent of her hindquarters.
“Sweet pretty,” growled Glurg. It slowly ran the wet serpent of its tongue down the crack of her ass, over her delicate furrow and slipped it into Natalya’s honeyed channel. After a moment, the tongue withdrew with a soft slurp and the dretch pronounced, “Yes, ready for baby.”
His head lifted from her hindquarters with a last sniff at her spit-moistened crack. The dretch rose onto his bony knees, took the fat grub of its cock in one hand, and pressed forward to skewer Natalya’s tight channel. Her head lifted and eyes opened wide in shock as she was filled with the huge, wriggling length of the dretch’s cockmeat. It stretched her tender tunnel and pressed all the way to her cervix. The hot, pulsing flesh at the tip was flush with the opening to Natalya’s virgin womb.
“Yesssss!” she cried, despite the shock. She gloried in being filled. This, she realized with the help of the magic infecting her mind, was her purpose. To be spitted on the end of a demon’s cock and seeded with its unwholesome offspring.
“So good!” screeched Glurg.
He gripped her hips with both clawed hands and began a merciless rut into her quim. The lubrication of their mingled juices were not enough to erase the pain. It throbbed inside her, a drum that accompanied each brutal stroke. He fucked faster and harder into her. She had to grip the cracks between stones with her fingertips to keep from sliding away. The dretch was not heavy, despite its fatness, but it used every gram of its weight to drive its cock in and out with the raw ferocity of a beast.
His claws drew blood that dripped slowly down her pale thighs. She did not care; she was lost in the head-bouncing pleasure of each stroke. Her blond hair tossed across her face. She began to cum and did not stop. Her back arched and pleasure wracked her with the force of a beating. She felt it in her shoulders, in her arms, and most of all, in her belly. Stuffed with dretch cock, soon to explode, she gave up all hope and fucked back against Glurg.
“You hunger for seed!” screeched the demon. “Give you seed! AAAIIIIIEEEE!”
He snorted and grunted and wildly humped at her tender flesh. Her pale and shapely ass molded to the spongy, scaly flesh of his belly and thighs as he forced his into her to the hilt. His cock erupted with enough force to trigger another orgasm. Hot streams of dretch cum bathed her womb and overflowed her stuffed pussy. Frothing, foul-smelling spunk slopped to the floor beneath her.
The pleasure and pain and sensation of being filled was a mélange potent enough to make her pass out. As darkness swallowed her up, the tsarevna felt the dretch, uncaring that she was unconscious, continuing to roughly rut into her creamed pussy.
Three
The Second Summoning - The Cold One
Tsarevna Natalya Nimashenko was awakened by the bucket of cold water that doused her naked body. Her body ached, particularly her poor pussy and her throat. She had scratches on her thighs and her nipples throbbed from rough treatment.
She opened her eyes. The room was covered in water and Burandius stood at the edge of the circle, a nasty snarl on his scarred face as he waved his hand and used magic to refill his bucket. She lifted her head and held u
p a hand to shield herself. He only laughed when he saw that she was awake and threw the water straight into her face. She sputtered and choked as water flooded her nose and mouth.
Even as the cruel wizard tortured her with the water, the tsarevna saw opportunity. The magical force that kept her inside the circle was permeable. She could not leave the circle, but Burandius could throw things into the circle. If she summoned the dretch just outside the circle, she could—
“Disgusting bitch.” He spit onto her face. “You stink. I can’t even be in here with you until I clean off that demon’s cum. You were a real whore. I heard you screaming for hours.”
“I-I don’t remember that,” moaned Natalya.
“Your little mind probably could not handle it. Being bred by a dretch will do that to you. It’s worse than being fucked by a dog.” Burandius upended another bucket over her, washing away the last of the cum still sticky on her ass. “That will have to do. I’m not coming in there to scrub you down.”
“P-please,” she said as she began to shiver. “Haven’t you done enough?”
“Enough? You dare!?” He picked up the book from its pedestal and brandished it as if he might strike her with it. “I could inflict a thousand days of torture and a hundred deaths and resurrections and it would not repay my suffering. My loss.”
“I’m c-c-cold,” she said as her arms and legs prickled with the soaked chill.
“You don’t like the cold?” Burandius sneered. “You really won’t like what I have in store for you. Don’t worry though, my dear, this one will probably kill you before it will fuck you. No more suffering. It will all be over.”
He laughed and splayed his fingers into a casting posture. The chant was much longer and more complicated. Just as before, the purple lanterns darkened. Natalya pulled her knees against her breasts, her breath steamed from her lips and she continued to shake with cold.
A faint blue light spilled into the circle and illuminated the trembling tsarevna. From the blue light stepped a strikingly gaunt though human-like figure with skin as white as chalk and unearthly blue eyes that stared at Natalya without blinking. His hair was white, even his eyebrows, and he was completely, starkly nude. His cock hung flaccid between his bloodless thighs. Natalya could not help but notice that this strange man’s fingers were very long and ended in sharp, white nails. A pair of short, blue-tinged horns curled from his forehead over his hairline.
“Oh gods,” gasped the tsarevna.
“I won’t even give you the mercy of the magic today,” laughed Burandius. “I have a feeling this one is going to take whatever he wants from you.”
The scarred wizard leaned close to the edge of the summoning circle. It shimmered faintly before him.
“They call him a Heart Eater. I wonder if he’s hungry.”
Burandius whirled and left the room, his laughter still audible long after the door had closed. Natalya stared at the creature, into its inhuman blue eyes, and tried to will her teeth not to chatter. The room became so silent that she could hear her own heart pounding in her head. For a very long time, the heart eater did not move. He did not even breathe.
Natalya waited and waited and still he did not move.
“W-why won’t you do something?” asked the tsarevna. “If you’re going to kill me, then j—“
He moved with impossible speed. His hand was around her throat in a single syllable. It was a constricting color of ice cold force. He lifted her off her feet and held her at eye level. She could not look way from the crystalline blue of his eyes.
“One reason.” His voice was creaking ice on a frozen winter lake. “Tell me why I should not drink the hot blood of your heart.”
“Please,” she gasped. “I’m being… tortured by the maniac… Burandius.”
“I do not care,” said the heart eater. “You have only this final chance. Give me one reason.”
Natalya’s feet kicked at the floor, just out of reach. She grabbed the heart eater’s forearm with one hand and found it as hard and unmoving as a bronze statue. As gray closed in at the edge of her vision, Natalya struggled for anything that might be valuable to this hateful creature.
“B-book,” she said and pointed to the pedestal. “Madreg… spell book.”
“Madreg?”
The heart eater dropped her at his feet. She coughed and gasped for breath. Her exhalations steamed in such close proximity to the icy flesh of the heart eater.
The heart eater loomed over Natalya. He stepped over her and walked to the edge of the summoning circle. He held up one hand and created ripples in the magical energy that held him trapped inside the circle.
“You do not lie,” said the heart eater. “Madreg served one of my enemies. A demon of great ambition and little intelligence called Castigoroth. He languishes now, utterly defeated and weak. But the wielder of such a book…”
His words trailed off. He seemed to sense an opportunity in Burandius. Natalya saw the danger of this icy-fleshed fiend seeking an alliance with the scarred wizard.
“Burandius is a fool,” said the tsarevna. She pushed herself to her feet and tried to look at the heart eater with something like confidence. “He barely knows the magic in that book. He decided to summon you at random. He’s… weak.”
The heart eater smiled and slowly circled her, his eyes taking in her naked body.
“And yet here you are, stripped down and with the stink of a dretch on you, trying to convince me your captor is weak.”
“You want the book? I’ll get it for you.”
The heart eater chuckled. He reached out to stroke her face. She flinched away, but did not retreat from him. His fingers seemed covered in frost as they traced a chilly path from her jaw to her lips. He played two icy fingers against the warm softness of her lips.
“You cannot leave this circle. The book cannot be brought into this circle.” His fingers traced lower, to her left breast, over her nipple. He pressed his fingertips to the pert swell of her breast. The cold hurt against her nipple. “Your heart holds more value to me than your words.”
“W-wait,” she whispered. The numbing cold was sinking into her breast. “The dretch. I know his true name. I can summon the dretch. I’ll make… oh gods… make him give me the book. I’ll s-s-s-summon you and give it to you.”
The heart eater withdrew his fingers from the softness of her breast. Five blue marks remained where he had touched her breast. Her erect nipple had turned almost purple.
“Very well,” said the heart eater. “But not now. Now you will prove your subservience to me.”
“D-do you want t-to fuck me?” asked Natalya.
“I will not put my cock where a dretch has been,” chuckled the heart eater. “On your knees. I will have your ass.”
The clerics that saw to the tsarevna’s spiritual education had taught her that anal sodomy was among the gravest sins. It was unclean and practiced only by degenerates and demon-worshippers.
“P-p-please.” Her entire body shook. “N-n-not that. D-don’t d-do—“
“Would you rather the alternative?”
The heart eater stared at her and the blue gems of his eyes flashed with demonic power.
“N-n-n-no,” she shivered. Her voice was barely even a whisper as she said, “I will do it.”
“Kneel and offer yourself to me.”
The painful cold of the heart eater seemed to dwell even within his voice. Though trembling and sick with fear, Natalya bowed her head and sunk slowly to her knees before the demon. She looked down at his feet boney feet as he stepped closer. The cold that emanated from his flesh made her breath steam once more.
“Though plundered,” said the heart eater, “I can still smell your royal blood. The sweetest red nectar.”
His icy fingers lifted her chin and forced her to look at his flaccid cock. It was like a man’s, yes, but the chalky white flesh was covered in a lattice of intricate pale-blue tattoos.
“Sheath it in your mouth,” said the heart eater.
She knew there was no point in stalling. Thought she did not relish the task, it was her only hope to escape alive. She caught the flaccid tip on her tongue and pulled it towards her lips. The heat of her mouth met the chill of the demon’s flesh and conjured thick steam. She engulfed him in her mouth and the demon hissed with pleasure as her warm saliva and tongue began to bathe the frosty length of his cock.
She sucked and pulled his flesh taut. Whatever blood flowed in his body began to fill his flaccid member and it swelled against her tongue. She sucked and the warmth of her mouth overwhelmed his frigid flesh. A sweet precum began to flow onto her tongue and gave her the sensation that his cock was melting like a candy. She dared to bring her hand up to cradle his bollocks. These did not dangle like the dretch’s. They were hard and cold inside his tight sack.
“Mmmmmmm,” she murmured as drool spilled out of the corners of her mouth and down her chin.
The heart eater laced his icy fingers into her blond hair and pulled her onto his cock. His swollen cock pushed against the back of her sore throat. A faint blue light began to emanate from the runes that decorated his glistening shaft.
“Many whores have knelt as you now kneel,” groaned the heart eater. “They hoped their mouths would convince me to spare their lives.”
She took by his tone that their efforts had failed. She tried not to think about the fates that had awaited those poor girls and instead focused on the pleasure of this cruel demon. She took him deeper, sucking to his root and forcing her throat muscles to relax around his swollen cock. He let out another groan as his tip pushed into her throat. She was grateful he was not nearly as large-cocked, nor as forceful, as the dretch.
“Ahh,” he groaned and chuckled at his own reaction of pleasure. “Few even attempted… what you are doing with your throat. None were… ahh… a princess.”
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