Demonlord Consort (closed)

[LordLuck]

Lord Akradrag slipped his other hand under Andrea's head, letting her long mane of dark hair rest over his dark-red, strong arm, his flesh tensed with the muscles hidden beneath it. He laid this hand over the Sorceress' bust, coming to lay it soflty at her chest, kindly nudging her heavy breasts.

He breathed at Andrea's neck, his whole frame touching the woman's back, the hot skin of his massive chest and belly blanketing his consort's back in a confortable softness. He felt his erection starting to acomodate with certain confort at his Lady's womanhood, feeling the jolts of pleasure running across her body as she trembled every time he moved himself against her.

The Archfiend stood at attention, hearing Andrea's story. Every now and then, he would nudge at her earlobe, his fangs ticklish at her sensitive ear. He loved the way that Andrea would shiver as he pleased her own urges. He fondled Andrea's belly with his other arm, crossed under her own to reach down at her tummy.

"A tale of both wickedness and rightousness. I could expect no less from the boldest of the bold souls who'd summon me..."

"To caress your skin without any bonds or wards lying over you is a show of complete trust that I appreciate, my love."

He started to motion himself inside, coming to drive his enormous demonhood within Andrea forward, invading Andrea's most Inner Sanctum a full inch before stopping - the sudden movement sending another tremble through her veins, a soft gasp leaving her throat.

The Demonlord then stared at Sana's outstanded eyes, a grin at his lips as Akradrag forced another wave of delight into her Mistress. Sliding his hands over Andrea's full frame, he revelled on the way his nails slightly scratched at the voluptuous Sorceress' skin, how she shivered as he motioned his hands in circular-like patterns.

"I see that you must have shared many of your confidences with Your Shadow... Our Shadow. I am most sorry I've had to discipline her into taking me as her Master as well as I am your equal, Andrea."

"I can only rewards your welcoming wetness and eagerness with a tale of my own past. It would take many months to narrate the tales of my full existence, so I...", he withdrawed a little, the same inch he had sent forward, inside of Andrea, another moaned leaving her lips. "...will award you of one of my most ancient recallings..."

He slid himself in another time, this once taking his entire glans far enough into Andrea's depts so it dissapeared from the outside, a good deal of his girth entering her - but not completely - not yet. He could feel as he spread her insides apart, his phallus completely taking the space within her inner channel. The was pain. To both of them, as her duct tried to adapt itself to acomodate his lenght.

Still, Akradrag was being nice to Andrea. He knew that, if he had hilted himself in a hurry, he would most likely had hit her cervix, and the bruises would be so harmful that she could bleed to death. No, she was his lover and consort. He was going to be as kind and loving towards her as possible, exacting the least of pain he could.

"I was born between the consorting relationship between Erebus and Gushanna, the Duchess of the Succubi. During my youth as a lesser demon, I fought as a deep spawn on my late Lord Erebus armies as he conquered a whole layer of the Abyss, carving a domain from the bones and blood of his enemies."

Andrea whimpered as the mixed pain and pleasure flowed through her body. Her womanhood was now soaked as it secreted it's genital fluids to better dissipate the damaging friction. Akradrag slided back a little, letting her moisture herself as her kept talking.

"Lord Erebus was specially cruel to his offspring, fearing that the most powerful of them would eventually overthrown him... a fact that happened, but that's another tale, for another night."

"I served as his lieutenant in the Blood Wars, the endless conflict between the Hellish Legions of Devils and the Demonic Hordes of the Abyss. I was one of his most brutal champions, and eventually I had carved a charge of command between his battle line. Erebus liked me."

Akradrag thrusted himself inside of Andrea another time, her outer ducts already dilated enough to acomodate the demonhood with confort and delight.

"Enough that I was awarded the prize of taking my own mother, his consort. The Duchess was ever delighted to welcome one of her own spawns into the boiling halls of her demoness' womanhood. You see, amongst us, to return to your first spawning pool is one honour reserved for the most capable of us. For days and weeks I stood within her domains, ravaging her lithe, sensual body like a marauding creature, having her drain my seed in every way conceivable. Gushanna had milked me dry, session after session..."

Suddenly, the Archfiend cared no more. He had to take Andrea. He hilted his demonhood all the way within the Sorceress.

 

[Neysha]

Andrea knew it was true, but the thought of Akradrag having his own Mother, then taking her as his consort, doubly surprised her though ultimately, it was the second part that surprised her less. She was started to think of her own Mother, when she felt the Demonlords cock pulse while within her, and felt his grip tighten on her body. The talk of ravishing her mother had obviously overcame his lusts.

Without warning, her entire body suddenly stiffened within his grasp, and she felt the hand he was laying on her stomach grip her body, his claws gently racking her well formed abs, both titillating and scratching her skin, as his other arm shifted from under her head to under her body, gripping one of her large breasts and started kneading the impressive large mound of flesh, his fingers waving over her large, dark areolas, and flicking the erect nipple on top.

But what Andrea truly felt was his demonic phallus push upward into her pussy, stretching her womanhood and drawing a loud, long moan from the Sorceress' full lips. There was pain of course, as his thick girth contorted her insides, forcing her body to adjust, and accommodate her new demonic lover, but he could feel the juices of her loins making her pussy and lips slick with lubrication, and could feel the perfect combination of tightness and stretch from his previous, gradual intrusion into her that allowed both Demonlord and mortal to fully enjoy their first coupling.

But there was one thing that could not be helped, and that was the mortal womans woeful pleasure threshold, especially with one as inexperienced such as the Sorceress. She had practically climaxed worshiping his cock earlier, growing wet from simply being overwhelmed by the eroticism of the moment, of servicing the demonlord and letting his powerful masculine aura overcome her. This was no different.

As soon as his furred balls almost audibly slapped against her clit, she punctuated his maneuver with her long moan, which Lord Akradrag soon realized was her actually climaxing, her entire beautiful body shuddering almost violently within the grasp of his strong arms as he felt a surge of juices flow over his buried cock. Her body still shivering from the climax, Andrea turned her overpleasured face upward randomly, only to suddenly meet the fanged mouth of her consort, as he pressed his hot lips against her full ones. Her eyes then shot wide open, the haze that covered them disappearing immediately as she felt the fiends long, lancelike tongue slither into her mouth, and taking control of the kiss, and muffling her moans.

His hips drew back, and he thrust into her again. Even though her pussy was on fire with raw pleasure, and she hadn't the chance to recover from her bliss filled climax, he would continue... until he ran dry. They would find Andrea's pleasure threshold tonight, and shatter it over and over again.

 

[LordLuck]

Akradrag's long, crimson, forked tongue slid deep into Andrea's mouth, her moans constant, yet trapped. The Demonlord let his convulsing tongue suck onto the Sorceress' own, taking himself deeper until he was at her very throat, all the while taking from the deep pleasure between her thighs.

The Archfiend then withdrew, lustful to hear her groans and gasps of pleasure once more. Akradrag drove his head lower, coming to nibble at Andrea's neck, taking deep breaths as he smelled her long hair exhalating her own desire, his righ arm coming to press strongly against her large, heavy breasts, covering her chest in his warm embrace.

Slowly, Akradrag started to pump himself into Andrea's depths, taking his time to fuck her in a pistoning motion, always slowly. In his position, he couldn't really speed up without motioning himself to stand beside or over his lover - and that he wouldn't do. The demon himself was too confortable in his position, helding his consort, fondling her soft skin.

"Gushanna had drained me completely. I've stopped to count after our 30 orgasm togheter... I loved to lay with the Queen. Unfortunatelly, I was soon recalled to battle, and had to leave her boiling embrace."

"But a bastard of a self-rightous hero slew my mother. A mighty paladin, the hound of a Celestial deity. He had stuck her, digging his holy sword deep into Gushanna's bowels. He killed her."

Akradrag started to pummel himself inside of Andrea faster now, his pace increasing. He loved her moans and mumbles as he kept penetrating her relentlessly. Sana's face was completely taken by the show of desire from her Mistress, Akradrag could read it stamped over her forehead as he watched her.

"I've hunted him. I slew him barehanded, his rotten veins at my hands, his bloody insides spread out at the chapel of his deity where I've tracked his blasted footsteps. But I didn't stop there, his still beating heart at my hands. I ate his fluids. I furiously violated his carcass until I had coated his remains with my seed."

"And I did not stop there, my love. I've searched for his family. A faithful wife. Two girls. A boy. I've raped his wife before his crying, desperate children. So brutally that I've turned her womanhood into a bleeding hole caked in my seed. I've tore her heart while she was still staring at my eyes in terror, my claws digguing into her chest, crunching organs and bones."

"I ate his children. I've erased every memory of his existence from being."

 

[Neysha]

With every thrust of his thick red demonhood driving into her pussy, stretching it, filling it, and acting almost like a juicer for her now soaking wet womanhood, a huge wave of pleasure surged through her body, completely overwhelming the now ebbing, burning pain she would've been feeling from having her vaginal walls stretched, the tip of his cock bumping against her cervix, and feeling her insides almost literally shift to regularly accommodate the repeated deep, almost rhythmic thrusts of his cock into her.

As soon as he finished his macabre story, she turned her head to kiss him again, showing that her lust wasn't slackened in the least by his grim retelling of revenge as she literally moaned into his fanged mouth, and through his penetrating forked tongue before parting their embrace. His rough hands were gently but firmly squeezing her heaving breasts as she spoke up.

"One of these days, you might wish to think of a way to resolve your problems through something other then murder," Andrea stated with a cautiously amused voice, so he would know she was speaking partly in jest. Knowing his face was eager for explanation, she elaborated. "Obviously, you had great reason for for vengeance and in your place, I would have done exactly as you had done in murdering their entire line. But perhaps the next time a paladin wrongs you, after murdering him and his loved ones before him, you can rape the wife or daughter not to death, but simply ravage them enough that that you sow your seed into their bellies. From what I hear, such birthings tend to unpleasant for the unprepared and regardless of outcome, it is quite shaming mentally and emotionally."

With that said, she started to moan anew again, trying to stretch her body a bit against his, as she tried to adjust to handle the quickening tempo of his thrusts into her. "Listen my Lord. I want you to confide in me if you desire. We are consorts now and should feel comfortable in doing so. I make an attempt to speak frankly with those I trust, and you are now amongst that circle. I do not presume to know of your situation, but permit me to make the assumption that from my research, most of your lesser kind either falls under shades of fanatically loyal sycophants or manipulative betrayers awaiting their proper moment, neither of whom are appropriate to invest confidence in. With my position, I have no desire to take rule or power from your Abyssal holdings, but merely desire your company and more personal services..." she said, finishing her statement rather teasingly before kissing him again.

 

[LordLuck]

"Unpleasant? Hah. You have no idea...", Akradrag snorted as he kept hitting her, drinving himself the fullest to smack at her cervix. The wet slapping sounds were almost driving him towards an inevitable orgasm, but he would still take some time before filling his consort up.

"Murder is not only perfect. Murdering while raping is the most sublime form of vengeance, my love. But your own wicked ideas have merit. However, I've done them more for the simply amusement of the act. You know not how many half-fiends I've sowed across the Material Planes... child of my lust and my unwilling partner's wrongful steps with me."

Akradrag started to slowly nibble at Andrea's shoulders, his hilting more powerful, his arms gripping at her lithe form ever closer to his own. He kept pummeling her insides, even as he talked.

"Had I felt your wishes to be any different, my dearest friend, I would have done to you the... treatment I've handled your Shadow... except that I would make sure you'd not survive the ordeal. I would have kept myself inside your other entrance for days before tearing your legs apart as I shoved myself in, enough to have it laying between your lungs."

He could feel the ebbings of his climax building up.

"But I've shared a tale with you, as you've shared one with me. I think this could become our bedchamber routine... my love."

 

[Neysha]

She nodded in her agreement, turning to kiss him deeply one more time, when as he cradled her soft, fragile body next to his, she started to shiver from yet another orgasmic climax that was burning out from her searing loins, as his cock was literally pulsing with every thrust into her now, as finally after such long, slow and deliberate lovemaking, he was about to approach his own climax, but not before the all too mortal Sorceress enjoyed yet another of her own.

"Mmm only a Demonlord can satisfy me so..." Andrea said truthfully in an exhausted voice, unable to realize that she had been enduring one incredible orgasm after another burn through her young hot body, far surpassing any previous pleasure threshold she once held.

They kissed again, as her body started to recover, wanting to time her final orgasm to coincide with his climax, realizing her pussy was so sore, and her body so exhausted physically, from the repeated orgasms she had endured that she couldn't bear another one without falling under complete exhaustion. In any other circumstance of course, Andrea imagined such concerns would not delay the Demonlord from his climax.

But it was today, as the Archfiend deliberately slowed his pace, each of his thrusts far more controlled as his cock pressed so tightly against her vaginal walls that she could still feel the surge of lifeblood through his cocks surging veins, and the pulses of his shaft, the rising heat burning off of the head of his cock, and even felt his already huge member, as it filled and stretched her to perfection, harden and warm up, about ready to plant his inhuman demonic seed deep into his new consorts womanhood.

Already the burning of her own pussy, and breasts, and everywhere else his body wandered and caressed, burned with pleasure. It wouldn't be long now, they both realized as she slid her fingers over his, as he gripped her breast and as the climax began to broil up for the both of them, she turned and kiss him one more time, wanting to be as intimate and close as possible with her consort as they shared this blissful peak of pleasure.

 

[LordLuck]

Andrea's remark about his bedchamber talents really gladdened Lord Akradrag. So used to take his prey or minions savagely - without their consent, not even asking for it at all - brutally pummeling his shaft into them until eventually climaxing into their sore holes - or dead bodies. Akradrag was a Demonlord. His appetites many and usually, violent.

Akradrag was used to take his minions by force, dragging a number of his own succubi into his own alcove, raping and violating them until he had either tired, or killed them. More than once he had ravaged another demoness until watching her body unmake itself into a pile of gore, bloody organs and crushed bones.

To have the Sorceress in his arms had driven him to slowly make another kind of fucking into her. Love? Perhaps it was. An emotion so uncommon to the beings of the Lower Planes. But somehow, he could feel that different arousal, that different relationship he was sharing with Andrea. Instead of using her like a fuckmeat, a piece of flesh to be pierced with his demonhood, he was actually enjoying bringing her to her own climaxes, taking her beyond any of her meager partners could have done it.

He loved her moaning. Her compliments. Akradrag didn't knew anymore if he had been enthralled by a spell, or by her mere attraction and utmost devotion to himself, demanding nothing more than the same treatment from his part.

So suddenly, even as Andrea had prepared herself to receive his unrellenting plowing, Akradrag hilted himself one last time, going deeper than even, his glans spreading at the Sorceress' cervix. Akradrag screamed a bellow of pleasure as it hit him.

He violently exploded into her. Have he not hugged her tightly in place, Akradrag guessed that she would be projected away from the bed. His member started to spill out his demonic, twisted seed into his partner's bowels, filling Andrea's depths in a matter of moments. But his throbbing, demonic balls were not unfilled yet - the jolts kept flowing into Andrea's womanhood, soothing her soreness, streams flowing down from her into the silken sheets of the bed, coating between her legs and Akradrag's own member, forming a pool under the Sorceress' limp body.

 

[Neysha]

Her body almost seemed to absently gyrate, as her body practically spasmed and writhed while wrapped in his powerful arms, and impaled on his demonic cock. She was peaking yet again, another orgasm burning through her already pleasure racked body, as the last reserves of physical energy drained from her body forcibly from enduring and enjoying the rare sensation of having a Demonlord pump one thick load of almost searing hot seed into her intact sex after another.

Her groans soon transformed into loud, whinnying whimpers as she felt his cock literally pulsing as he pumped one hot thick jet of demon seed into her after another, his shaft sliding in and out of her pussy, as if he was sowing his seedinto her, and she felt her womb rapidly fill up with his hot, warm cum, the sheer sensation of all of that cream jostling around deep inside her, driving her to even new perverse heights of bliss.

And he kept pumping, until her vaginal walls were slick with his cum, and it was literally pooling on the bed until when he was finally spent, her body seemed to limply collapse in his grasp, falling against him. Her fragile mortal body was glistening with sweat, shivering from the afterglow of absolute pleasure and was thoroughly exhausted from enduring the long session of sex.

 

[LordLuck]

"Already spent, my love?"

Akradrag asked Andrea partially mockingly, partially seriously. He had just sated himself, but he could still keep going on and driving his lustful being into her again. But he feared that she wouldn't manage to take him again. Not tonight. He didn't wanted to risk breaking his lovely consort, who had eagerly accepted him into her.

The Archfiend kepf his rigidness into the Sorceress for many moments, still cudding and spooning into her petty form under his massive, muscular frame. Extending a wing over the bodies of both of them, Akradrag blanketed his favourite lover with great care in order to keep her protected and the closest to him possible.

Lord Akradrag started to lick all over Andrea's neck, from her earlobes to her chin, always kissing, always nibbling at her spent, limp form. However, the ever lustful creature of the Abyss wasn't yet sated of his hunger, his balls still demanding to be emptied one last time.

And that was when his wicked, twisted eyes laid under the form of Sana.

 

[Neysha]

The Sorceress was clearly spent now, her womb filled with the demons seed and her body empty of energy. Even her mind and senses felt dull from the overwhelming pleasure that had surged through her body and made her loins alight with arousal. As he licked and kissed and nibbled his mortal mate, she curled her fragile form closer to his, moaning softly, almost tenderly, belying the standard manner in which she carried herself.

But Sana knew that the Demonlords sexual appetites were likely far beyond that of most mortals, and this was confirmed soon enough to her growing fear as she literally felt the Demons gaze fall upon her and as expected Sana quickly diverted her eyes downward, trying to look respectful in her deference, but ultimately desiring most of all to defray his sexual attention.

"Shall I take my leave, my Lord?" she asked in a forced even voice, her eyes fixed on her own feet as she continued to feel his inhuman gaze upon her.

 

[LordLuck]

Lord Akradrag still felt his crave for a female form, even after having been taking into climax thrice this day. Still, one last time he needed to unleash his unearthly seed around.

This was why he usually killed his partners. The sheer energy he used to bring them down was so... powerful, that most ended up completely spent under his stockades, until they started to tear through flesh and bone.

"No, whelp. I fear your Mistress is already spent for the day... so I require your presence. And your tender touch."

The Archfiend slid his massive half-erect member from Andrea's soaking hole, and presented it to his new... minion, a gleeful smile at his face. With a hand still hugging the Sorceress tight against him, the other he motioned for Sana to approach.

"Come", he ordered.

 

[Neysha]

Sana kept her eyes down, deferentially as she realized that she wasn't going to escape her fate so easily. He had made no mistake in his request and she realized that if he asked again, the consequences would clearly be more serious then whatever he currently had in store for her, unless of course the Demon simply thought of her as something to dispose of. She merely hoped Andrea had imparted the value that her apprentices were to her new consort that he wouldn't treat her as such.

"As you wish my Lord," Sana stated, trying to hide the reluctance she felt as she approached the foot of the bed, trying not to look at the clearly passed out Andrea as the Demonlord withdrew his large, inhuman cock from her well worked sex, still oozing with his spent seed and his phallus almost dripping with juice, sweat and cum. Even the aroma of their lovemaking permeated the room now, a smell that Sana found both somewhat repugnant superficially, but seemed to arouse her mildly deep within.

The Archfiend, his cock still half erect and dripping, seemed to roll onto his back, allowing Sana to approach from the other side, as the apprentice warily, but not trying to show hesitation, finally reached the other side. She still avoided his eyes, not wanting to see the fell lust in his eyes that was obviously showing, and thus only saw his manhood looming larger and larger on the top edge of her periphery vision, until she was finally beside the bed, within his grasp.

 

[LordLuck]

Akradrag slid his right hand over Andrea's back, slowly sliding his bat-like, leathery wing under her back, spreading it wide and over the Sorceress' form, coming to blanket her under his caring, warm protection, having her rest against his side, his arm holding tight into her almost passed out body, his long, black nails touching her soft skin.

He saw, as Sana approached, that this whelp of Andrea's, differently than Becka, really showed promise. Not only her lithe, luscious body spoke him of the pleasures he could reap, but her conformed, yet respectful attitude, mingled with her obvious magical capabilities, showed Akradrag that this apprentice would be worth taking his time with. Unlike Becka. Becka... that one would be a total and complete waste of his effords, unless... well, unless if he was extracting his sexual pleasures from her unwilling body.

The Archfiend knew that he had much to teach Sana. With Andrea's guidance, and his own practices, her abilities would grow tenfold.

"Closer, whelp. Closer.", he slid his left hand around Sana's quiet body, rubbing his massive claw around her back, over her robes. She was way too distracted not to look at him, trying not to stare at his majestic erection.

"I have much to teach you, young one. Much to learn you should with me. I shall share with you - both of you -", he turned his head to kiss at Andrea's shoulders, "- the secrets that I've gathered from my own studies of the Occult. I see promise, strenght, and willpower in you, young one. But first..."

"You shall indulge me."

 

[Neysha]

"My Lord..." Sana stated with the utmost deference once again, not resisting him as he wrapped his powerful arm around her hips and pulled her closer to the bed until she was compelled to crawl atop the mattress, kneeling beside him and still keeping those sultry dark eyes of hers averted down. But now, with such closeness, it was hard to avoid the fact she was beside the powerfully built fiend, still completely nude and his cock unashamedly standing half erect over his loins. It was still glistening, caked with Andrea's feminine juices and streaks of his own spilled seed.

Privately, Sana was hoping that his indulgences would not be of sexual nature, but that was apparently a futile hope as she suddenly felt him tug away her mage robe, tossing it far aside as he noticed her first measurable reaction, a slight shiver crossing her body as her dark eyes darted up at him briefly. She noticed the smile crossing his demonic face as he drank up her dark form, now clad in only the thin white singlet that contrasted sharply with her dusky complexion.

"...as you wish," she then added, trying to make her voice sound devoid of emotion as she willed up the courage to 'indulge' him. Her small, smooth hands, with their thin, dark fingers, reached forward as she was forced to look up at his half erect phallus. As soon as her fingertips touched the warm, smooth, thick flesh that covered his manhood, she closed her eyes, and let her fingertips slide across his slick, glistening shaft and grip it within her hands.

Her fingers couldn't wrap around the girth of his member, but she tightened her grip, and started to stroke his manhood, with firm, even vertical strokes as she revealed that this was definitely one of the arts she was only familiar with on a very basic level.

 

[LordLuck]

Akradrag finally lifted his heavy hand to lay int by Sana's shoulder, caressing her ear and hair with utmost care, slowly, not to scare her away from him. A almost - almost - kind smile came to his lips as his luscious eyes stared at the apprentice's.

"Relax, my young whelp. I'll not eat you."

The slight joke was actually very more frightening than relaxating. The Archfiend's fanged mouth, it's many marble-like, sharp teeth, glittered in the dark ambience of the room.

He kept caressing the Sorceress' body beside his, pulling her tighter against his side, laying a soft, kind kiss at her forehead.

"Be more energic, girl. I can barely feel your touch."

He mocked, hoping to have Sana stroking him harder. Soon, he would have her doing the same submissive rituals that Andrea had done him earlier, except that this one was not as close a bond and his and the Sorceress... still, even though it would not mean equality, it meant to be a very personal relationship that the Demonlord accepted... longed to achieve.

 

[Neysha]

"Yes my Lord," she replied obediently, sliding one hand over the other, while still maintaining a grip on his demonic manhood and tightened her fingers around his shaft, until she could feel his smooth leathery skin start to compress under a stronger grasp. Then she began her stroking anew, one hand stroking the top half of his manhood, her fingers bumping up against the bottom edge of his domed cockhead, the other massaging the lower half, from his warm, soft testicles to the midway point of his shaft, both hands occasionally knocking together.

With such a firm grip, she also started to gently guide his cock in a gentle, unintentional swaying motion, causing his shaft to bend at the base as it moved with her now stronger grip.

She found herself having to actually think about maintaining the stronger grip on his manhood as well, as she increased the tempo of her strokes, her thumbs even naturally seeming to start rubbing and massaging small circles into his flesh as she continued to pleasure him.

 

[LordLuck]

"Ah, yes... yes..."

Akradrag was starting to enjoy Sana's handling of his demonhood. Somehow, her sure grip was indeed powerful enough to his sensitive area, enough to send jolts of delight through his fiery skin.

The way she moved her long arms upside down on his erection was starting to get the Archfiend restless. Of course, having Andrea was good enough, but his lusts were only barely diminished. He could keep ravaging the Sorceress' body, fucking her and filling her again and again with his seed, but somehow... he didn't. She was too precious for him to risk killing her with his pummeling, tonight.

So... there was Sana. Staring at her face, he had a wicked idea.

"But I can do that myself, good apprentice. Sit on me.", he demanded.

 

[Neysha]

Sana's face finally seemed to noticably shift in a dramatic manner as she continued stroking his manhood almost automatically, but her dark eyes, framed by her white orbs and mocha colored skin, stared up at his face as he noticed a split second of apprehension. "My lord?" she suddenly asked, unable to hide the nerves suffused in her voice before quickly recovering.

"Yes my lord," she then corrected, suppressing the urge to gulp as she hoped that by his request he meant to sit on his thighs, or his stomach, anything but that huge nonhuman phallus of his.

So she rose from her kneeling position on the firm mattress and rose to a cautious standing position, her eyes drawing downward again as she carefully chose her footing and tried walking around his waist... and his fully erect cock, to sit higher up, above his cock, hoping he wouldn't stop her and delay the inevitable.

 

[LordLuck]

For Sana's bad luck, the Archfiend was in a playing mood. Like in a game of cat and mouse, Akradrag knew that he was the complete and absolute power between them.

So, as she tried to escape her fate, he took her by the hips. Without even uttering a word, he forced her down into his groin, slidding his member just before her, rubbing it against her fine tummy.

"Tsc, tsc...", he licked his lips, amused,"Do it yourself, or I shall do it for you."

 

[Neysha]

Sana, trying to not to look too deflated by his insistence, didn't resist the Archfiends gesture as he pushed her to her knees, and she felt his inhuman cock push up firmly against her dark stomach, his crimson leathery shaft sliding across her soft torso, feeling the incredible heat of his member as it pressed against her trembling form. It was almost entrancing, but that was broken when he made his amused ultimatum.

Her head still sunk low, her long black hair dangling about and shrouding her face, she stared at the cock, unable to grasp how she could handle being mounted on such a phallus. The tips of her locks of hair just graced his dome as she took a deep, visible breath, her dark breasts expanding outward against the thin white fabric of the garment wrapped around her chest.

She took grasp of his shaft once again, this time at the base and then slowly lifted her hips up, already knowing which option was the better of the two. Resignedly, she lifted her hips over the tip of his fully erect phallus, her soft lips just barely glistening in the lighting of the bedchamber, as she closed her eyes and slowly lowered her lusciously dark exotic form onto his cock, feeling for the first time, the Archfiends broad domed cockhead press against her outer lips and then slowly push inward into her trembling pussy and shivering body.

 

[LordLuck]

Finally she had subdued herself completely into his demands.

And she should. As when Andrea had signed their pact, the sleepy Sorceress by his side knew already that she was offering her full status to the Demonlord, sharing with him both her wishes and longins, her bedchamber and alcove, and her tutorings of her apprentices. This meant that Sana and Becka were also his.

And that delighted Akradrag.

And more. He had elected Sana to be his apprentice - his closest of partners after his consort herself. She should be filled with glee. But he knew it would not be like that. He had only to demand, and she would comply. As now she lowered herself into his lenght.

Akradrag stood quiet, crossing both his arms over his massive chest, as Sana slowly worked her way into implaing herself into him. It would be painful for the both of them way before she hilted herself, but he would not interfeer with the speed she did it. After all, this was the signing of their own, lesser pact.

 

[Neysha]

He could almost see the beads of sweat forming on her smooth brown skin as she forced herself lower onto his cock, as she literally struggled just to push in his wide cockhead, the dome of his manhood wedging open her tight pussy lips, splitting her wider and allowing the rest of his only slightly less thick shaft to rise into her more easily as his broad bulging glans literally plowed aside her tight, pulsing and progressively more moist vaginal walls.

As soon as the first few inches were seemingly swallowed up by her tight womanhood, she started to pause, as he could hear as well as feel the hot exhalations of breath of exertion as she struggled to press her hips even further downward. The pain of the stretching was too much, as was the sheer overwhelming sensation of having such a thick, long, firm and hot phallus pushing into her, pushing aside her vaginal walls, forcing her sex to adjust and shift to accommodate the sudden, large intrusion into her comparatively small mortal body.

"My Lord..." she practically panted, withdrawing her hands from gripping his shaft, finding it hard to even bend over now as she descended another inch down onto his shaft. The thin, hot fluids of her pussy were now noticeably drizzling down his crimson phallus, as his cock seemed to act like a juicer on her sex, her clitoris also swollen with arousal.

Straightening her body upward, the DemonLord saw Sana's sultry beauty in a whole new angle, as her sun kissed complexion was accented with the shimmering sheen of sweat that now beaded across her body, and even soaked her thin white chest wrapping, allowing her dark breasts to be seen even more easily through the undergarment. Her hair was starting to mat down around her face, weighed down by sweat, as her face looked flush, her eyes pained and her mind overwhelmed by what she was forcing herself to endure for her new Master. And the physical exertion was obvious, as he noticed her breasts heave with every labored breath, and her smooth stomach contract and expand in the same unison.

She was unable to finish her statement, as she forced herself down another inch, practically expending all of her energy upon impaling herself on his inhuman demonhood and finding herself relying on her willpower instead to get her through this ordeal forced upon her.

 

[LordLuck]

Akradrag knew that this positions specifically would be very demanding to anyone that would develop it over him. After all, even when he laid over the females he mated, he was the one to force himself in. This time, Sana had to force herself into his groin, his member spreading her aside roughly.

She would be crying in no time. She wouldn't make it without excerting herself completely in order to sate his lust. And of course, that fact alone brought the Archfiend's smile once more to his lips.

The Sorceress still laid oblivious beside the Demon, only coming to slide herself close to his warm form. What would Andrea think of her Consort after he had ravaged her apprentice in order to make her his? He could not know. Of course he feared her reprehension, her censure, but he would not be denied his rights. After all, he wasn't sated after Andrea had passed out. He could keep fucking her limp form, but then again, where would be the fun of it?

He stared at Sana's face, and the wickedest of ideas crossed his mind. Taking both claw-like hands to lay at her buttcheeks, Akradrag forced Sana down into him fully, until his erection had completely made it's way into her, hitting and even... spreading her cervix aside.

 

[Neysha]

Almost immediately she started wailing, having already felt that she had lowered herself as far down as humanly possible only to find that her womanhood could fit his entire disturbingly large demonic length. But even her delicious screams were cut short, as any pleasure she was feeling was rapidly subverted by the raw, sheer pain that was erupting from deep within her loins as his invading member literally stretched her pussy outward, not only milking her of screams but shifting her insides about, brutalizing her cervix painfully and ultimately breaking the apprentices womanhood upon his cock with a single motion.

As soon as his cock was buried to the hilt within her body, Sana's pain started to subside, but only just. Her wails transformed into almost pathetic whimpers, as her once dry eyes soon teared up, and her once stoic visage was shattered, as obvious signs of pain and anguish crossed her exotic features.

The pain had broken her mentally as well as physically as she shot her arms outward, her hands dragging across the Demon Lords massively muscled chest, as she started to sniffle, trying to fumble for a response. "Please milord. Have mercy..." Sana started to beg, finding her voice as she started to fear for her life. "I mean you no offense..." she then panted, before her words descended into whimpering again, more out of pain then pure fear.

She knew full well that people could be raped and death was often the result, and with Demons, it was even more likely. Furthermore, she had heard clearly Lord Akradrag do such things himself and now had somehow imagined that was his desire now, to simply fuck her until she was dead... and likely well past that as well.

 

[LordLuck]

The Archfiend's mind suddenly raced around, regretful. This one he couldn't do as he pleased. After all, she was his consort's whelp. He couldn't kill Sana, couldn't harm her more than he had already done... but anyhow, she should get used to his lenght and size, and the sooner she did, the better.

As she whimpered, clawing towards his muscled chest, he felt pity for her pain-wracked form. Motioning himself, adjusting his lenght into Sana, he forced his own chest forward, coming to hug at her strongly, his long, bat-like wings covering her pain from the world. She would only have him to plead for.

"I know, my dear. The pain will pass. It won't linger. Now relax, and enjoy it. It will take some time to get used to, but once you do... I intend on sharing many nights with you this way."

He came forth to lick at her features, cleaning them from the salty tears that dared to defile her. She was his, after all, and he liked his possessions in their best state possible. Still, he forced her down once again, noticing if there wasn't any way he could spear through her flesh.

Akradrag started to kiss over Sana's trembling frame, trying to ease her suffering by changing the focus of her attentions. He knew that there was a small chance of this working, but that was the Demon's way.