Demonlord Consort (closed)

[LordLuck]

"Hmmm...", Akradrag growled menacingly, as if in a warning to Becka. Has her words displeased him? "...should I like your... performance... perhaps I shall pay a visit to your Household..."

Of course that the Archfiend did not meant to scour the earth, searching to claim every blood relative to Becka, but the thought of doing so only from the sheer and simple feeling to possess every one of them was surprisingly appealing... "Do you always ramble, my dear?", he said as he slid his greasy hardness against her body again, "Another thing to get you rid of..."

Lowering his face over her prone body, Akradrag kissed and slurped at the small woman's breasts, taking his time to suckle on her nipples - more for his own amusement rather than for her pleasure. His hands worked over her skin, his long nails scratching at her ancient and profane symbols of unknown meaning even to her

"The tell me about the Jann that inhabit the lower halls. Tell me of the captive drow. As an apprentice, you should be privy of the Sorceress' current endeavours...", he growled again, this time a cat-like purr, as he smelled her scent and rubbed himself against her. He had time to ravish her, after all.

 

[Neysha]

As the Demonlord laid her body prone on the cold countertop, and his line of questioning changed after telling her, in a roundabout way, to stop her meandering answers, she kind of felt relieved as the questions went from her to something else entirely.

"The Jann, she came after I was already here," she said, her lips trembling a bit as she felt his sharp claws tracing patterns across his skin, vaguely familiar ones to the highly knowledgable if imprecise apprentice. Her eyes then darted from his claws up to his face as the Demonlord leered over her, sniffing at her body, her scent. "My Lady redesigned the keep, with these underground chambers. I helped her design the stairwells, and her and Sana designed the elemental chambers whom all have to pass through. They managed to summon a djinn in the same chamber they did you. Sana had access to it. They compelled him to design the chambers and now the Jann, who was the Djinns slave, was offered up as the conduit to keep the chambers active in perpetuity."

She exhaled sharply all of a sudden, feeling his curved cock sliding and snaking across bare legs. "As for the prisoners, we had intercepted a few patrols of Dark Elves," she said, taking a moment to recover before looking up at him, her lip trembling from his touch. "Most of them were on their first journey to the surface, most of them died but we captured a few. In the final ambush, my Lady found what she desired of them. The particulars of how to summon you. After we extracted the information, we disposed of those with non-magical aptitude to entertain the garrison or Kalia's pack of gnolls. Only the priest and mage are with us now, in the dungeon. They're from House Ga'Memmon, city of Mantherist. The Priestess is of Lolth, her name is Oriana. The other... the mage... her name is Leqin. Her aptitude is considerable, but not comparable in most schools."

 

[LordLuck]

"The Jann must be so terribly lonely with such a terrible imprisonment... perhaps I should soothe her...", he smiled down impishly towards Becka. He was just about to ravish her and already could feel his desires for the genie running through his malignant veins. "What do you thing, young, gorgeous Becka?"

What should she be imagining? What a depraved Archfiend Lord Akradrag must be, surely! Her naive ways were a delight for Akradrag. And the prospect of corrupting her? Ah, she was ambrosia to his lips, in so many ways. His caresses turned out to become stronger, his humps faster and more intense as he prepared himself to invade her. What should be going in her mind? ; he mused.

"How... intiguing... perhaps there's an entrance to the Night Below nearby my Consort's lands." Akradrag's thoughts once more waved towards the drow. The dark elves, so wicked and so deadly beautiful... their names were not recognised at all, but House Ga'Memmon... familiar, but he could not put it anywhere into his extensive years of memory and forgotten thoughts. However, Mantherist he knew about. "Leqin... a female Mage amongst the drow? How unusual... most of their females take upon the nearly mandatory ways of Lolth's wicked pristhood... I would be much interested into visiting my revenge on them.", he rubbed himself again, his movement slower. "And Kalia own's a cannel of gnolls? I shall ask her about it the next time I... analize her."

Suddenly, Akradrag felt himself ready. Taking his place correctly before the lying form of Becka, the Demonlord adjusted the head of his demonic phallus before the apprentice's lower lips... and forced himself into her - spreading her wide around his thickness.

 

[Neysha]

Becka looked up at the Demonlord as soon as she mentioned Kalia and used that perverse play on words in reference to her. Her small smile was twisted into a half frown as she heard it, having witnessed firsthand the devastation he had wreaked upon her body. Then she said something that she would've never said if it wasn't for the artificial courage fueled into her.

"People here treat their subjects differently then you probably do on the Lower Planes. Kalia can take it, but Sana and... others... they can't... my Lord," Becka stated, referring to herself in a roundabout, her hazel eyes growing wide as she studied his response, wondering just how... deep... his next thrust would be. The line between deep and deadly was very fine in this case as he had already boasted about the fatal violations of various people he had engaged in.

But as she tried to steel himself, he simply thrust into her, as she immediately trembled, the pressure of his domed cockhead pushing aside the opening petals of her tight little pink sex. Immediately her eyes slammed shut, her eyelids immediately pressing down, tears squeezing out, and streaming out the corner of her eyes, as a sharp, burning pain burst from her womanhood, the steaming hot demonic cock sliding inch after inch into her pussy, stretching her far beyond anything her body was intended for.

Soon her legs were trembling, splayed out wide on either side of his hips as he felt his entire impressive length and girth being squeezed by her small pussy. It was tighter then either Sana or Andrea, and the juicy moistness of her sex grinding hard against his member made sliding into her all the more exquisite, like when he had plundered Kalia's ass the day before.

As he drove in, deeper and deeper, the curvature of his cock caused the head of his cock to grind hard against the deep end of her vagina, and made her small body arch upwards, trying to adapt to the thick demonhood that still was plunging deeper and deeper into her womanhood, filling her sex up completely, and then some.

 

[LordLuck]

He shivered in pleasure as he felt Becka's welcoming insides against his turgid, leathery skin. To feel the embrace of a woman's sex around his demonic phallus was ever rewarding, every time so tight and different fro many other women. Akradrag should know it. For in his many, many years of existence, he had violated, abused and laid with a numberless account of women, willing to share a piece of his powerf by offering theirselves in the exchange of value.

Lowering his grinning face over the small Becka once again, his demonhood still entering her - as deep as a mortal should, but going on painfully for the girl - the Archfiend groaned in his fiendish voice, glints of unholy pleasure into his tone. "Sweet Becka, they SHALL take it all... or perish under me.", he said as he could feel her insides complaining against his presence, "In the Lower Planes, I sodomised my servants that failed my. I devoured their eyes and drank their blood into an orgy of gore should they displease me. However... here, I shall have them take me. One way... or another."

Making his point very clear to the sobbing girl that laid under his massive weight, Akradrag forced his last inches into her once more, almost hilting himself into her petite form. He could feel his glans battering against Becka's cervix like a ram, finally forcing himself against it and beyond into a vicious hump; He could actually see his girth inside her belly, distorting her bowels and accomodating her inner organs away. Ahh... the sweet taste of a mortal.

However, he would not rape Becka beyond it. She would know both pain and pleasure from their mating, but he would leave her body behind less mangled that Sana's... and definetly Kalia's. "Take it, young one... feel it... feel the power I exert over your body, and take it as your own." Slowly, did Akradrag started to withdraw, his long member getting out of her coated into their fluids... and her blood. Had he taken her innocence? Or was it rather the violence he took upon her?

 

[Neysha]

The demonic phallus seemed to surge through her loins, her entire small framed body almost feeling like it was jerking upwards. His cock still maintained its shallow curve upwards, and even the weight of her entire body dragging down on it wasn't enough to lower his phallus, it only made his mating with her all the more delicious, and her experience all the more exquisitely painful.

Tears were still streaming down the sides of her face as she felt his cockhead literally swell through her body, her eyes flashing open from the pain of his demonhood brutally and painfully pounding at her cervix, having filled her womanhood from end to end. And as soon as her eyes shot open, she stared, wide eyed at the snakelike bulge underneath her skin, as she saw his cock literally pushing down, underneath her body, Akradrags girth so wide that it was literally causing her normally flat lower stomach to bulge upward.

"Oh.... my Lord...." she gasped in exasperation, her teeth clamping down on her lower lip, as she tried to compensate with the massive phallus as it literally pushed through her cervix and pushed even deeper into her body. Almost immediately her eyes started to roll up, her entire body gyrating and trembling as inch after inch seemed to endlessly slide into her tight body until her entire lower torso was practically a sheath for his cock.

Her entire body spasming, she wasn't even of enough presence of mind to do anything beyond feeling her nerves fire flashes of pain and pleasure. Her fingers balled into little fists, as Akradrag could almost see her murmuring something despite the haze of emotion and feeling she was undergoing. Then she finally moaned, an almost purring one as her entire body looked flush. Orgasms had been flashing through her body before, but she wasn't able to appreciate any of them due to the painful exertion of taking in the Demonlords manhood.

But now, suddenly he could see her experiencing the pleasure of one as she stopped biting her lip, her head rolling back and eyelids fluttering and looked straight upward, her legs driving against the side of his hips, trying to wrap around his cock even as it was pounding into her loins. She was focusing on the pain, knowing how much of her sensations were subjective, and tried to turn it into pleasure instead.

She realized this wasn't killing her, so she put whatever slivers of her mind that weren't overwhelmed by the sensations of his cock penetrating and pumping into her, towards making herself enjoy this even as she felt his cock batter through her cervix and her internals being pushed aside, allowing space for the demons cock, her entire body more or less being a sheath of pleasure for his phallus.

 

[LordLuck]

"Yes... Becka?"

He knew that she was not pleading to him. She knew better than that, for a creature from the chaotic depths, he knew no mercy. No pity. No remorse. Only the constant thrill of pleasure in both pain and lust, terror and dread. Akradrag ground his girth against Becka, his rock-hard erection spreading her wide, and painfully making her inner organs adjust around his massive girth.

However, the very friction sent jolts of immense pleasure through their veins - the both of them. The pressure around himself was simply breathtaking, even for a mighty and experienced, amorous creature as himself. Becka was holding him into her as no other had even done it - and that amused the mighty Archfiend. Forcing himself further into her, he could feel his lenght rubbing against many of her sensitive spots - be it to the worst of pains or the most overwhelming of pleasures. Her experience would surely be... exquisitive, he grinned.

Slowy did the Beast withdrawn from her insides, leaving her so ruined and yet, so eager for his next trust that it would surely mess with her head in the heat of the moment. It was horrible, yet it was wonderful on the very same time. Pummeling himself into her once again, the apprentice barely noticed as Akradrag took upon himself some pace into his invasions of her womb, bashing his hips against hers in a constant pace, her stomach distorted by his inhuman presence within her bowels.

 

[Neysha]

As soon as the Demonlord had withdrawn his length, Becka seemed to almost literally deflate before him, not only did it look like her lower torso collapsed, but her arms and legs both seemed to suddenly grow limp after the initial spasms of absolute arousal from his withdrawal, his cock dragging hard against her stretched vagina as he pulled his phallus from her tight body. Even the color in her face and body seemed to drain from her already extremely fair complexion as she collapsed onto the stone counter and uttered an almost guttural groan of exertion.

"Oh my Lord..." she purred, unable to think of what else to say as her near limp body, spent from the pain of his inhuman girth pummeling her insides, as well as the pleasure filled orgasm that burned through her body. So instead, she just laid there weakly, as hot juices mingled with blood literally seemed to drain from her well stretched womanhood.

Her hazel orbs rose to his face, and then he saw her lips flutter ever so slightly, her brow rising, inviting him in again. He wasn't finished and she knew it. And like a good apprentice, she invited him in again, even though she obviously knew he could take her however he wanted.

He drove his cock into her again and almost immediately, she seemed suffused with life again, her back arching, her arms and legs flexing, and a long, mewling cry of pain and desire drawing from her lips as he slid inch after inch into his her far more accommodating womanhood. Her bare heels suddenly smashed against the side of his hips, barely registering with the Demonlord as she started to find outlets to let loose with the painful bliss she was feeling.

Knowing that most pain people felt was merely in how they took it, she found herself enjoying the pain, and as it mingled with the undeniable sexual pleasure that was still burning in her battered womanhood as she felt her still juicy vaginal walls grip and grind against his cock as he started a steady tempo of pistoning his powerful hips into her loins.

 

[LordLuck]

The Archfiend's hammering was slowly getting faster, his pace of fucking the small, young Becka so completely overwhelming and complete that the Beast himself would have trouble to cease his invasions. Such one intriguing happening, he thought, as he knew that Becka would not only survive the ordeal but even search for his caresses should she find the courage she so much lacked. Akradrag was not counting on it, but would indulge her should the small woman seek him at the dark of night.

Although his every blow was not deflected by anything inside Becka barring her anatomical features - at least the ones that he did care about enough in order to deflect his powerful hiltings, the Demonlord had noticed the exchange on the brightness of the terrified apprentice's gaze. Where once he had seen dread, now there were longing... and lust. She was growing exultant to welcome his massive, inhuman and unholy girth into her frail, petite body.

His massive, claw-like hands were now gripping fiercely at her waistline, dragging her body down against his lenght with every humping, cluctched at her form with more than mere interest. Akradrag was taken into the task of infusing Becka with the power she needed in order to grant herself the deserved confidence. His concentration was such that the fiend knew already that he would not last long. But he did not had to.

One of his claws was now just over Becka's belly, pressing down on it enough for him to feel the constant presence of his own girth into her bowels, the distorting deformity being covered by arcane and forbidden runes by his clever, nimble nails...

 

[Neysha]

"Unnnnnhhhh," she purred, writhing on his buried cock, feeling all the more helplessly aroused as he laid a clawed hand down on her stomach and gently, but firmly, pushed down on her body, forcing her to feel his girth even more now as his hips were still speeding up their tempo, having loosened her up enough to make a steady rhythm possible as he pistoned his hips in and out of her body.

In response, her writhing body was almost in a constant staccato of shuddering and gyrating and moaning from the pleasure and pain induced orgasms exploding through her body as she started to feel Akradrags demonic essence preparing to infuse itself in her, as he had with many mortals before.

Sweat was beading from her body, from the sheer exhaustion and exertion she was feeling, leaving her pale body glistening in his shadow as she tremored over and over again, so blinded by the overwhelming waves of pleasure that surged from every thrust of his cock that she couldn't sense his cock growing even hotter and harder as it pounded away against her womb with a regular tempo now so even as her womanhood started to pulse, gripping and futilely trying to squeeze his cock as it sensed the Demonlords approaching orgasm, Becka was still unaware of what was about to happen.

 

[LordLuck]

He could finally feel it. Becka had surrendered herself into one unknown sacrifice for him, and he eagerly took up onto her offer by ramming his long girth inside of her. His symbols were unknown even for the wise student, as he infused his magic in ancient, forgotten dialects of the Abyssal Masters. As one eternal Archfiend, in a sense Akradrag had created the words themselves in aeons past, when time had no true meaning.

The Archfiend hammered himself against her quicker, his glans reaching and battering Becka's cervix, having waves of pain and delight cross her whole, pubescent form. The demon started to mumble words of power, ancient words that most mortals nowadays forgotten... and perhaps even The Sorceress ignored.

"Jeraxna Trav'Nesh Um'Tabul. Neher Gharatul Warq'Ixta. Klaatu Barada Nictu."

And at the sound of such incantations, the Archfiend bellowed in distress as he hilted himself deep into Becka one last time, his balls emptying themselves directly into the poor girl's womb. He exploded deep into her, spraying her insides with his profane jizz, his potent outsider seed taking root deep into Becka's body... and soul.

 

[Neysha]

Her entire body, painfully, bucked upwards as the Demonlord finally felt her entire body being pushed against his curved cock, buried to the hilt within her small body and finally felt enough force exerted on his erect member that it pleasurable bent despite its superhuman firmness.

Becka's body seemed to almost contort as his cock literally pulsed with hot seed, sending a thick, continuously surging geyser of potent demonic seed into her tight, fertile womb. Her eyes closed tightly, as the tears started streaming anew and sweat bubbled and glistened across her entire nude body, as she felt her inner core, her womb and her vagina literally packed tight with the sloshing, steaming hot seed of the Demonlord as he literally pumped her full, his cock no longer battering her down, but driving slow, deep, deliberate strokes into her ruined body, as if he was sowing his seed deep into her and perhaps he was.

The indescribable joy she felt finally lifted off of her sweaty, exhausted and used body as she collapsed on his still buried cock, her arms rolling off to her side, her chest deflating and her eyes slowly rolling open as she looked up at the Demonlord with a haze of pain and pleasure wafting over her exhausted face while his thick, hot seed jostled in her now filled body.

 

[LordLuck]

Akradrag's movements were indeed meant to sow his seed further and completely into Becka's insides, for no inch of her bowels should remain unmarked or uncovered by his demonic essence, it's wicked fluid burning against her insides at the same time it soothed her ravaged flesh, the so exquisitive feelings known to take the sanity of many a poor victim of the Demonlord's rapes. But not Becka. She was strong. She would figure out what happened.

The montrous form remained over and withing her for quite some time, merely breathing the scent of her wasted form, grinding his hips and hardness against her depths. He felt taken by her seductive, feminine form, for to Becka was a different experience than most he had ever had before. She had been something... unusual. Perhaps it was her willing compliance...

"Listen well, my whelp.", he caressed her hips with his claws, forcing her against his hardness again, "You are now infused. Our fluids mingle togheter. Try it. Try the power. Use a cantrip..."

 

[Neysha]

Becka's head was rolling from side to side, as she literally felt his seed sloshing around her insides, her entire body burning with excruciating pleasure and pain as she tried to remain conscious in the afterglow of his brutal taking of her. His cock was withdrawn now, but pressed against her body, as she felt his hard and still hot member pressed down on her soft, exhausted, battered form.

She managed to her his words, and after taking a few deep breaths, all while his seed still seeped out of her sore, well used womanhood,

Closing her eyes, she silently complied with his direction, or tried to, as her mind and body were still under considerable duress. But after a few moments, she finally was able to shape the magic through her fingertips, generating a simple hovering, glowing ball as a cantrip above her.

 

[LordLuck]

The Archfiend above her laughted an inhuman, sharp, mocking laughter that had both scorn and amusement deep within it's rough sound. It sounded terrifying... but also deliciated with Becka's petty act. Perhaps he was indeed mocking her. Akradrag's heavy hands caressed against her naked flesh as he took his demonic breath once more.

"No, my child...", he said as he took one of his hands to caress at her ear, "I've meant for you to force it out. To use the power I've just invested you... otherwise..."

He started to rub his massive, powerful hand against her flank, over her mangled backside. There still flowed seed from within her insides, although slowly - coming against the table where he had taken her body and dripping down to the floor.

"...our rendezvous could be useless."