by Jay Aury
You’ve encountered many demons since the Dragon of Greed took you into his palace. The sight of the vast, oozing green thing in the middle of the room barely phases you. A skull fills the middle of the mass, and it rises with your presence, stretching out on a long tentacle as if on a neck. It disdains the cushions, bed, or even the divan that populate the room. Such a creature has no need of such things.
There are other things in its mass. Bones and ancient steel. Items whose previous owners don’t need them anymore. The sight sends a shiver through you, but you know Avarick has forbidden the creature from eating you. At least, you hope so. But you wouldn’t put it past your lord to allow it for the right price.
But there is nothing to be done, you recall with a tingling prompt from your collar. Already you can feel its magic spreading through you, warming you body with the sweet wine of lust. Your pussy tingling, dampening at the sight of the strange slime filling the middle of the room. You and Hyacinth smile, bow.
“Good evening, master,” you both chime. “Shall you enjoy us this evening?”
The Pit Lord burbles and you and Hyacinth strut towards him, hips swinging in perfect time, breasts swaying tantalizing, the rings ringing delicately as your nipples stiffen with desire. From the central mass of the Pit Lord grow two tentacles, reaching forward and caressing you and Hyacinth. Revulsion shudders in you, but your collar helpfully turns that sensation to pleasure. The collar was another prize from Lustria, and as the tentacles stretch and wrap about you, your lips part with a needy moan.
More tentacles sprout from the mass. Stretch forward and wrap about your body. You whimper in delight, hips rising to meet the strokes of its form. “Masterrrrr,” you moan softly as two additional tentacles twine about your full breasts, making you gasp. But that’s nothing compared to when their tips adhere themselves to your nipples and begin to suck.
“Mnnnnn!” you moan. Your nipples have always been sensitive, but the collar makes them doubly so. You moan, and before you can react another tentacle pushes past your lips and into your mouth. The sloth lord’s slime tingles on your tongue, the toxins of his body filling you with a passive lethargy. A pleasant submission that you cannot escape, and certainly don’t want to. For he hasn’t stopped using you.
You sag as the numbness of his toxins spread, his tentacles wrapped about you, lifting you into the air as you tenderly suck.
“Mmmm…”
The moan draws your lidded eyes to Hyacinth. The bald slave is bent over, two tentacles already plunging into her pussy and ass, the wet schlicking sound making your own cunny tingle with awareness and need. You lazily rock your hips, tantalizing the Pit Lord with your body. “Mmmm,” you moan.
The slime returns his attention to you. The tentacle caressing your pussy suddenly splits into two. The slender limbs press against your tender holes, and you shudder, groaning as he slowly pushes inside.
But then, they begin to swell.
“Mmmmm!” you moan, arching, quivering as you feel his limbs stretch you to your limit. Quite high these days. You’ve taken the manhood of bullish wrath demons and the many, many toys of sultry succubi. But the swollen limbs within you inflate, deflate, pulsing in you like nothing else.
“Mmmooooonnnnnnn,” you moan.
The Pit Lord burbles in something that might be laughter at your muffled moans. You’re lazily turned end over end in the air, twisting about until your head spins, even as his tentacles continue to violate your every hole. Plunging. Sucking. Teasing. It seems to go on and on. Your climax isn’t so much a peak as a foregone conclusion.
“Mmm! Mmm! Mnnnnn!” you moan, bucking in his grasp as you cum. The Pit Lord burbles more eagerly as his body absorbs your juices. This, then, was what he truly wanted. The sweet taste of your lusts, flavoured with desperate arousal.
Well, he can certainly have that. And plenty of it.
“Mmmmm!” you moan, rutting against his plunging tentacles. Sucking him. Feeling him. Your body his plaything. Turned in the air. Twisted in his limbs. Tentacles slither over your sensitive flesh, spreading their tantalizing tingling of desire. Your head is spinning. Your body alive. An instrument of pleasures, moans muffled by the slimy, oozing thing you suck on frantically.
You cum again.
Again.
Again.
Orgasms blend together in a great haze of helpless pleasures. You have no idea what’s done to you in the grasp of the Pit Lord. Only the pleasures conferred to your body as you enjoy the wanton lusts of the sloth demon.
Hours, days, weeks perhaps pass before you come to, lying among the cushions, head spinning and body soaked in the slime of the demon. You loll your head from side to side in wonder.
“Gone.”
You lift your head a little as Hyacinth crawls over to you. The woman smiles blissfully, as soaked in slime as you, her full breasts heaving from the exertions.
“Hm?”
“He left… some time ago…”
“Oh,” you breathe. “I… I didn’t even realize…”
“No surprise. He enjoyed you… immensely.”
You giggle, hiccup, your stomach heavy with the fluids of the demon. “Mmm. Then… then he’ll probably be back…”
“Probably,” Hycanith says, gently cupping your breasts, making you arch and gasp, the sensitivity that races through you a jolt of pure ecstasy. “Master will be pleased. He will be able to demand even more gold for another sessions with us.”
You smile in joy as your collar warms at the thought, spreading pleasure through you that is greater even than the rutting of the tentacles but a few short hours ago. “Mmmm. Good,” you moan.
Hycanith smirks, her eyes smoky as she leans down and gently captures one of your nipples in her lips. You gasp, keening, pushing your chest up to her teasing mouth as her tongue toys with the ruby ring that pierces your nipple.
“Hyacinth! Ohhhh, that’s…”
“He enjoyed you much. But not nearly as much as I do.”
You giggle drunkenly, submitting to the lips of your sister in crime, moaning as her fingers glide over your slime slickened pussy. The residue of your mating with the Pit Lord only makes it better, and soon enough you’ve rolled over, moaning and moving against her, but careful not to let too much slime rub away. Doubtless it will be collected, bottled, and sold to demons for a taste of the pleasures you’ve known. All at a significant mark up of course.
Ah, it’s good to be in business.
And as you and Hyacinth rut against each other, you know you will be for a long time.
Bad End
Index Start Over
Slave to the Gorgon
Mistress’s scales glow under the oil you massage into her tail. The gorgon wriggles in pleasure, coins tinkling from the pile she rests upon, sent cascading down in a chorus of gold. “Mmmm,” she moans. “That’s wonderful, slave.”
Your cheeks glow with her praise, your nipples hardening in delight. “Th-thank you, mistress,” you murmur, redoubling your efforts. Not that you need to. Everyday you polish your mistress’s wonderful scales until she’s as brilliant as the sun of the mortal realm. Everyday you serve her to your utmost. Relishing the privilege to even touch her. Those wonderful scales. That glorious beauty…
You realize your hips have begun to move, rubbing your naked pussy against her as you straddle her tail. Your cheeks flame even more, but you can’t help yourself. You try and keep it subtle, masking the movements with your polishing, but soon enough you hear mistress again shift. She lifts her head, glancing over her shoulder at you, her glorious eyes shining with amusement.
“Slave. Are you pleasuring yourself on my coils?”
You blush hard. “S-sorry mistress. You’re just so lovely…”
She sighs in mock exasperation, her tail rising, plucking you off her. You moan, the tightness of her coils squeezing your sensitive breasts, especially where the gold bars that newly pierce them.
“There there. Although, I must admit, your juices
do make my scales shine so wonderfully. Especially with how eagerly you buff them.”
Her praise makes you swoon. Not to mention the slightest glance at her eyes. She’s not even using her compulsion right now, but even seeing those powerful orbs sends your thoughts drifting and your will melting. “Thaaank you missstresssss,” you moan.
“Of course, slave. You are most welcome. I know how much my empty-headed little slut needs to be praised. To be told she’s a good girl. A good, mindless, helpless bimbo slave.”
Every word makes your cunny clench. Your breath hitch. Your voice whimper. You’re fairly drooling by the end, pupils dilating as you stare into her eyes. Feeling her power. Her compulsion. Letting her take utter control of you.
“Cum.”
You cry out, convulsing at the sudden explosion of your orgasm. It came from nowhere but your utter obedience to her, and drools down your inner thighs in shameful glistening. You whimper, sagging helplessly in her coils, her body slowly massaging you as you moan and pant adoringly.
“Well done, slave! Look at that. All it takes is one simple command. I have trained you well.”
“Yessssss,” you slur, head lolling, body throbbing with the easiness of your pleasure.
“Mmm. Perhaps too well. Honestly, it’s almost a shame to have wrung all the challenge out of you. But then,” she adds, drawing you nearer, her lips quirking up to reveal her wicked fangs. “I never really liked a challenge.”
Her kiss sends pleasure shooting through you from head to curling toes. You melt in her coils, heart and lashes fluttering with adoration for your mistress. Life in the Vault would be a prison if not for your blessed mistress. Serving her gives you all the meaning you could ever hope for.
And as her wicked tail teases between your thighs and begins to strum your helpless pussy, you know only too well that a wonderful eternity awaits you at her mercy.
Bad End
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