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Note: This story was commissioned by Ultrasound 7 and has allowed me to share it with you. This may contain scenarios and acts that I normally wouldn’t write. There will be a strong sex slave/domination theme. I will keep this from violating any cannon established in the world and I developed the mythology that drives this story.

Kurtis – The Haunted Forest

I waited for an answer from Plumdrop and Flutter, my arms folded across my chest. I needed to know why we couldn’t go to Drakin Castle.

The two fairies quivered before me. They bit their lower lips. They looked at each other, both clearly nervous about this. Their purple butterfly wings fluttered behind their back. I arched an eyebrow on them and swelled their desire for my salty jizz.

“Answer, or no more cum for you,” I growled.

“There’s… there’s this…” Flutter swallowed. “There’s a… a…”

“What?” I demanded.

“A demon!” shouted Plumdrop. “A cruel demon named Beliala.”

“Demon…” I swallowed. They were the daughters of Throwia and Pater. They were a cruel and vicious race of demigods, or so I heard. Often opposed by their half-sisters, the angels.

That worried me. A demon? One of Throwia’s daughters here? Was that a coincidence? She held my father captured. The very goddess we were opposing had one of her daughters here. Was this demon working for Throwia or on her own?

“Beliala took over the castle,” continued Flutter now. “She is making us fairies and the werewolves keep away anyone who comes near here.”

“The werewolves?” I glanced at Lupiz. “What is she talking about? You didn’t try to stop us.”

The werewolf cringed and fell to her knees. “You… you were just so amazing. We forgot ourselves. That’s why we came after you. To get you away from here. You have to leave, Kurtis. Beliala is too dangerous. She’ll hurt you.” Lupiz swallowed. “Kill you. And we can’t have that happen. Your magnificent.”

“Magnificent,” added Silver, a lusty and dreamy smile on her lips for a moment.

Flutter nodded like that for a moment, too.

“Why are they here?” Lasla asked, padding up.

“She’s after the treasure,” said Plumdrop. “The same treasure our queen and mother have to find.”

“Has to find?” Pyrriah asked. She stepped up on my other side, arms folded beneath her round breasts. “Okay, start from the beginning. Who is your mother?”

Plumdrop and Flutter stared at each other, looking scared.

“Tell us, Oakheart,” Lasla said to a male fairy with green hair and gossamer dragonfly wings. And a cock soaked in Lasla’s pussy juices. Cum dripped out of her black bush.

“Noble lady,” Oakheart said, “us fairies here are the children of Queen Tinia. Our queen has long been a paramour of our progenitor, the God Las.”

I nodded in approval.

“When her lover was captured, she would sneak into the Aquamarine Palace to see him. She wanted to free him, but she also desired to comfort him. Of course, Las’s virile seed planted in her and she kept having to lead to have more f his children.”

“That would be us,” Plumdrop added, hugging her twin sister. “We’re all her children and Las’s.”

I just bred a pair of my half-sisters. That made my dick twitch while Lasla giggled beside me. She winked at me, knowing why my cock throb. And she had fucked our half-brother. At least she kept it in the family.

“He has been imprisoned for fifteen years now,” continued Oakheart. “And every year, she would see him and have more children.”

“We grow fast,” added Flutter. “Something about Las’s cum causes us to mature in only nine months.”

“Last time, our dear mother, Queen Tinia, was caught by Throwia and was cursed,” Oakheart said, his face darkening. “Throwia sent her to these dread woods to find the treasure in Drakin Castle. We have spent the last year searching, but we cannot find it. Then, a month ago, calamity happened. The demon came to take charge.”

“She’s so cruel,” Flutter moaned. “She took the queen’s firstborn son of Las, Oberoy, hostage.”

“And my beloved sister, Night!” Lupiz snarled. “Beliala will kill my sister if we don’t help guard the forest.”

“And the demon is getting impatient with,” Plumdrop hissed. “We still can’t find it. We’ve searched everywhere so much. I don’t know how much longer until she just starts killing us.”

“We’re so scared,” Flutter added, hugging her sister. “We are on patrol today, but our family is toiling in the lowest levels of the dungeon to find it. Searching for whatever the Biomancer Vebrin hid in here all those years ago.”

“Then let’s get rid of the demon,” I said, eager to help my half-sisters and half-brothers.

“Yes,” Pyrriah hissed, her hair flickering with red light.

“But the demon serves Throwia!” gasped Plumdrop. “That will draw the Goddess’s ire. The Goddess of Suffering! You can’t! Please, please go! Turn back!”

The pain in her eyes stirred my heart. We would be pissing off a goddess. There was no helping that, though. That was what our ultimate goal was about. To rescue my father from the throes of Throwia’s torment.

“We are going to liberate your people,” I told the fairies. “And save your sister, Lupiz.”

“I don’t like this,” Lasla said. “This is too dangerous. A demon, Kurtis? A demon? You want to fight a demigoddess?”

“Yes,” I said.

“I want to help them,” Pyrriah said. “Families should stick together, and they’re our family. You heard them. They’re all the sons and daughters of Las. Our brothers and sisters! We can’t just leave them in bondage.”

“Brothers and sisters?” gasped Flutter.

“That’s why your cum is the best,” squealed Plumdrop. “You’re Las’s son!”

I nodded. “We’re doing this. Besides, this treasure is something of value. Maybe we can leverage it against Throwia. Force her to free our father. This might be just what we’ve been looking for. There is no way we can back down.”

Lasla stared at me, worry in her eyes. Then she sighed and nodded. “You two are right. I just… I’m scared.”

I pulled my sister to me and kissed her on the mouth. Lasla shuddered as her lips melted against mine. I would have to make sure that we kept her safe, though. I would protect her and my women. A demon…

This would be tricky. But it would also be necessary.

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Lasla

I trembled as I walked with my family through the Drakin woods. I wasn’t happy at all about this decision. A demon? Could we take on a demon? It took legendary heroes to fight one of those powerful demigods. Or an angel.

Would we be able to prevail? I hoped we would, but the fear grew in me with every step.

The fairies led the way. They flitted through the trees, melting the glamours out of our way so we could see. The woods grew darker and denser around us. The growing dread squeezed tighter and tighter about my fluttering heart.

Then out of the forest, dark walls rose.

Crumbling towers thrust up from walls broken in spots. Half-collapsed defenses being slowly choked by vines and brambles. A larger keep loomed behind it, half in shadows. The place felt evil. This was where the terrible Biomancer Vebrin worked his foul craft.

He butchered creatures and people to make monsters. The panthopus that had fucked me so hard was birthed from those cruel experiments. Once, this castle was even filled with an elf turned into a monstrous plant. A security system that had almost destroyed Sir Angela’s party a few hundred years ago.

But thanks to Minx and Xerathalasia, they managed to win the trust of the plant. Though the guardian had died, she had entrusted a seed to Minx. A seed that grew at the Freehold of Dragon’s Rest and defended the city that Sir Angela had founded after defeating Dominari.

“There’s a side door over here,” Flutter said, heading to not so much a door but a hole in the outer wall. The masonry had crumbled away to reveal the rotten wood of the frame and supports.

It didn’t look safe to me. I swallowed as my brother marched right in, Pyrriah following. I swallowed and headed in, Nephi pushing past me to take the lead. Behind us, the rakshasa, werewolves, and fairies followed.

“Just go straight,” said Plumdrop. “Then take the first right. That will get us out to the courtyard.”

My brother followed the directions. Soon, we were in gloomy bailey. Trees had burst through the stones here, roots buckling the flagstones that covered the ground. Grass poked up in other spots. A massive thorn bush dominated the outer end.

We headed into another open doorway, some rotten wood lying on the ground bound in rusting metal that might have been the door. It was dark and gloomy inside. The walls had collapsed to the right, revealing a dark room. We moved down it and entered a large and open room.

“The great hall,” Plumdrop said. “The demon’s lair is in the tower above.”

“Or she’s waiting for you right here,” a feminine voice purred.

It echoed through the room. We all froze. At the far end, descending a wide staircase, a woman appeared. She wore a tight, black leather corset that lifted her large breasts into a pair of big and jiggling boobs. Thigh-high boots clad her legs, her heels ringing with each step. Horns thrust out of her midnight hair and bat wings spread behind her. A disturbing cape.

I could feel her lust to hurt. To inflict pain. She got off on the worst sort of sadist. Like Pradu had been before Kurtis had broken her and twisted her into a masochist slut. My heart fluttered as I stared at Beliala the Demon.

Ad she wasn’t alone. Two spirits descended behind her. They had the forms of a man and a woman, their movement ethereal and graceful. I shuddered as I realized what they were, the male as handsome as the woman was beautiful.

“An incubus and succubus,” I gasped, recognizing them from legends. “Dream spirits!”

“I didn’t know about those,” groaned Flutter in fear.

Incubi and succubi were races of demigods, both born of Throwia and Las. Creatures of rape and cruelty. Incubi preyed on the dreams of women, tormenting and ravishing them. When they had violated enough women’s dreams, they would split into two new incubi. Succubi worked the same, only they afflicted their cruelty on men’s dreams.

Two sides of the same horrible coins.

“Kurtis,” I whimpered, fear sweeping through me.

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Kurtis

I felt the fear, but I wouldn’t back down. We would kill them. “We fight!”

I whipped out my sword. Before me, Nephi growled and blurred into her sphinx form. Her body sprouted in tawny fur as she fell onto all fours. She became a lion with a woman’s head and wings of an eagle. The rakshasa’s tiger heads appeared, both of them growling low and dangerous. All four of the werewolves became shaggy and hungry wolves, ready to fight.

“Kurtis?” Mother asked.

“Not yet,” I told her.

“How quaint,” Beliala said, her ruby lips twisting in delight. A black whip appeared in her hand that she cracked. The sound shivered through the air. “Some pussycats and puppies to train.”

“Kill her!” I shouted and charged forward.

The incubus and succubus became clouds of smoke that spilled down the stairs as I ran after Nephi. She bounded across the room. But not as fast at Lupiz and her werewolves. They sprinted across the room, howling with fury, and leaped at the demon.

The whip blurred. Shadows swept around the demon. The hissing cracks filled the air. Each one sent a werewolf flying back. They whimpered in pain as they hit the ground, bloody matting their fur where they were struck. They kicked on the ground as if the agony was unending.

Nephi roared and spread her wings wide, rushing in for the attack. I was right on her heels. But then the succubus’s cloud swooped down at me. The white mist engulfed me before I could get clear. It surrounded me.

This scent filled my nose. Chamomile. Soothing. Relaxing. I stumbled forward then collapsed on the ground. Sleep pressed on me. I felt the smoke rushing into my body and dragging me down into my dreams.

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Pyrriah

My brother collapsed as I ran behind him. I leaped over him, not sure what I could do for him. The rakshasas raced beside me while Nephi leaped for the demon right before me. The whip cracked for the sphinx.

She ducked it.

“No!” squealed the fairies in fear.

Pradu jumped in next, lunging with her mouth open wide. The whip struck her in the tips, leaving a bloody line across her breasts. She stumbled to the side but didn’t cry out in pain. She purred in pleasure, her nipples hardening.

“Yes!” Pradu moaned. “Whip me again!” She leaped at the demon.

“Kinky,” Beliala purred and dodged the attack, spinning around. Her whip struck Princess Naryu across the face.

The rakshasa nearly crashed into me. She yowled in pain, kicking on the ground like the werewolves, disabled by the pain. She wasn’t the masochist that Pradu had become. I hit the stairs and rushed at the demon.

Her whip snapped at me.

I swept my falchion before me and knocked the attack to the side. My hair burned with fiery anger as I swept my blade at the demon directly. She flapped her leathery wings and jumped up the stairs, hissing in annoyance.

Snarling, Nephi lunged from the side, swiping a furry paw with sharp claws at the demon. Pradu came from the other side, snapping jaws. I rushed up the middle. The demon slashed her whip before her, shadows hissing.

I burned with fire and stuck the whip before it could hit Nephi.

“A phoenix!” snarled Beliala as she dodged Nephi’s swipe.

“Yes!” I snarled, flames spilling off my body and engulfing my sword. My anger blazed hot. “You are going to pay!”

My flaming falchion swept at her. She hissed, wings flapping as she leaped backward. She flew back farther than a jump should have carried her. As she landed, Nephi pounced. That amazing sphinx lunged at the demon and slammed into her. Claws raked down the bitch’s stomach.

Rents that bled. Crimson blood spilled down her body. She snarled in pain. She did not like that. Her breasts heaved in her corset as she slammed her left fist into Nephi’s face. The powerful blow through the sphinx to the stairs.

She rolled, eagle feathers rustling as she tumbled over her wing. The demon slammed her lash down at Nephi before she could get up. I shouted and slashed at the demon to break her attack. But it was too late.

As Nephi stood, the lash cut across her face. Blood spurted, and she roared in agony. They collapsed down the stairs, legs kicking. The demon twisted out of the way of my attack and lashed at me, driving me back down the stairs.

I raised my flaming blade, Pradu at my side. It was just me and her now.

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Lasla

“Mother Azuliana!” I gasped, turning to stare at my step-mother.

The busty dragoness stood there with her arms crossed watching the fight. Kurtis was on the ground, possessed by the succubus. Pyrriah and Pradu faced Beliala alone. My heart clenched with such powerful fear for them.

“Do something!” I screamed.

“Kurtis hasn’t given the command, Mistress Lasla,” Mother Azuliana answered, her large breasts rising and falling. The golden collar tight around her throat. “Pyrriah can handle a demon.”

“But Kurtis can’t give you the command!” I gasped. “The succubus has him.”

“And?” asked Mother Azuliana. She glanced at me, her deep, sapphire eyes staring at me. “That changes nothing.”

“You’ll let us die?”

She smiled. “My children are not dead. This fight is not over. Have faith.”

I turned back to the fight and gasped. The cloud that was the incubus hovered in the air above my sister. Pyrriah slashed her sword, driving back the demon. Beliala snarled and slashed her whip. Pradu took the hit and howled in pain. Her claws slashed at the demon.

But the incubus… I could feel the desire from the creature.

I didn’t even think. I found myself running across the room, leaving behind my mother and cowardly fairies who weren’t even trying to fight. Not even Oakheart. I leaped over one of the whimpering werewolves, passed Princess Naryu and Nephi, and leaped at my sister’s back.

“Watch out!” I shouted, the cloud descending.

Instead of engulfing my sister and possessing her, and ravishing her, the incubus engulfed me. I struck Pyrriah in the back. Darkness pulled at me. She screamed my name as I fell. I plummeted out of consciousness into unconsciousness.

I screamed as the darkness engulfed me. I rushed through nothingness, a terrifying plunge into the unknown. I could feel the incubus around me. He chased me down. Surrounded me. He wanted me frightened. Terrified.

He wanted to torment me as he fucked me. As he raped me.

That was what he was. A creature of lust and pain. A mixture of Las and Throwia. A terrible and dark brother that I never wanted to know. I could feel his animus towards me. His hatred and dark passion to make me scream in torment.

I hit a bed. I gasped at the mattress compressing beneath me. My arms and legs spread wide from the impact. The air burst from my lungs. I coughed and shuddered, struggling to move. I tried to sit up, but a man appeared.

Tall, black hair slicked back, a goatee around his lips, his eyes dark and full of passion. The incubus jumped on me before I could recover from the impact. His cock thrust out before him, hard and twitching with his passion.

“My, my, what a porcelain beauty you are,” he said, his finger stroking my cheek. “Not that fiery phoenix, but… I can feel a kinship with you. We share a father. How delicious.”

I stared up at him, feeling that darkness in him. He grabbed my arm with his strong hands. I had no power here. I was in his domain. He shoved it up with ease and grabbed a silken tie already waiting for him. Attached to the bed’s post, he deftly bound my wrist with it. The fabric bit in hard.

Painful.

I winced at it.

He smiled.

A sadist like Pradu. He wanted to make me hurt. To abuse and degrade me. I quivered as I felt his lust. I let it wash over me as he yanked my left arm up and bound it to the bed. I was utterly helpless. He moved down my body and grabbed my legs, yanking them apart. He knelt between them, my pussy vulnerable.

“I am going to enjoy this,” he said, his cock throbbing as he bound my right arm. “Making you howl, little sister. Making you scream.”

“Good,” I purred, feeling his lusts and drinking them in. The impending pain. How he would fuck me hard and raw. “I’m so wet for this. Ooh, I am going to love every moment of it, brother. I can’t wait for you to make me scream.”

He paused and stared at me. Then his eyes fell on my pussy. On my black bush soaked in my juices. His brow furrowed even more as I squirmed on the bed, my heart pounding with my excitement for him to do whatever he wanted to me.

“You smell it?” I moaned, breathing in as he bound my left leg. I was tied down. The pain throbbed in my wrists and ankles. “That’s my wet cunt. I want it so much. Whip me. Yes, yes, yes, my tits. My cunt. I want it so much.”

Confusion writ across his face. “You can feel what I am going to do to you?”

“Make me bleed,” I moaned. “Fuck my pussy with your huge dick and make me howl. Shove needles through my nipples. My clit!” I quivered, my lusts brimming in me. I wanted what he wanted. All that dark pleasure. “Do that! Make me scream in torment.”

His cock twitched as he stared at me. He looked into my eyes. And he saw the truth. I was a daughter of Las. I could make myself desire anything. Mold myself to the desires of my lover. Crave what they wanted to do to me.

And that wasn’t what the incubus wanted. He didn’t want me aching for it. He needed me to be afraid. Terrified. Weeping. But I couldn’t give that to him because I wanted him to hurt me. To whip my tits raw. To pierce my nipples and clits with those needles. To have him fuck my pussy and asshole raw with his huge dick.

“What is wrong with you?” he demanded. “You’re not afraid at all?”

“How can I be afraid of such dark rapture?” I moaned, my pussy dripping. I burned. “Hurt me. Whip me. Ooh, bit my nipples. Yes, yes, savage them with your teeth.”

“It’s a bluff,” he growled and the needle appeared in his hand. He brought it to my nipple. He pressed it right against my nub. “Do you know how much this will hurt?”

“So much,” I moaned with throaty need. “Do it. Pierce my nipple. I think I’ll cum just from the agony. Abuse me!”

His cock twitched. Deflated. He stared at me in horror. This wasn’t what he wanted. I needed to be blubbering, sobbing, begging him not to hurt me. That needle hurt so much. Right now, my lusts burned for it. I wanted him to ram it through my nipple.

“Please, please, please, do it,” I moaned. “It’ll be rapturous. Ram it through my nipple. My clit. I want to writhe in agonizing ecstasy.”

His cock grew soft. His hand trembled.

Right then, I could feel him vulnerable. I thrust my lusts into him. What I wanted from a man. To be fucked hard by a Son of Lust. A child of my father’s depraved passions. My brother. A troll. Ogre. Imps. Werebears. Centaurs. I wanted all those males born of my father’s lusts to ram their dicks into me. I wanted to be pounded. Ravished.

I wanted to be fucked hard by even an incubus.

I slammed my desires of him into his soul. He wasn’t ready for it. His own passions had dwindled, killed by my willingness to be abused. He gasped, his back arching. The needle flung from his hands as I seized his lust. I gripped him.

I poured into him the desire to fuck me with that huge cock. To ravish me with it until we both came. He wanted to feel my juicy pussy around his dick. To pump away at my cunt with that big dick. But he had to do something first.

A hunger swelled in him to do something he had never done. All those women he had ravished and raped in their dreams, he had never once sampled their treasure. Their feminine delight. He had denied himself the passion of their womanhood.

His cock swelled hard. It throbbed against me as he gazed down at my pussy. He licked his lips as I filled him with wanton desires. He was born of Las. He couldn’t resist this side of him. Not after I deflated the half of him from that bitch Throwia.

He groaned and leaned forward. His body trembled. His hands stroked my thighs as he lowered his head closer and closer to my pussy. I was bound, and yet he was the supplicant come to kneel before me and worship me.

I smiled as the incubus stood no chance against me. A true daughter of Las. He was a descendant. So removed from our father. Multiple generations removed. He wasn’t really my brother. No, no, he was a grand-nephew.

How could he stand up to me?

His face buried into my cunt. I gasped as he licked at my pussy. My arms and legs pulled at the bonds. They hurt, but that just made my victory sweeter. I was helpless, and yet he was the one licking at my cunt. Feasting at my twat with his delicious tongue.

I groaned as he licked his first pussy. He slid his tongue up and down my cunt. I groaned, my back arching. My breasts jiggling as he devoured me. I groaned, writhing in my bondage as the incubus feasted on me. His goatee rubbed on my pussy lips.

The rasping of those whiskers felt so wicked. I groaned at the feel of them tickling my cuntlips. My head tossed from side to side as I reveled in it. The pleasure rushed through me, swelling my orgasm as his tongue licked at me.

He brushed my clit.

Sparks showered through me.

“Mmm, thrust that tongue into me,” I moaned. “Really taste my pussy. Soak in my passion. Yes, yes, that’s a woman’s delight. It’s wonderful, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” he croaked, his lusts completely under my control. He thrust his tongue into my cunt.

“Yes, what?” I asked, twisting his lusts even more.

“Yes… Mistress,” he groaned.

I shuddered at that admission, then gasped as he thrust his tongue deep into my cunt. He swirled around in me. He teased me with that naughty tongue, sending such delight surging through me. I had dominated him. I loved what he did to my pussy with his tongue. His goatee rasped on my.

I groaned as he did that. My face contorted with delight as he devoured me with such fervent need. He was my servant now. My loyal pussy licker. I groaned as he churned up my cunt with his tongue. I shuddered, trembling against the bonds.

“Gods damn, just like that, slave,” I moaned. “Eat your Mistress’s cunt, worm.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he moaned and fucked his tongue in and out of my cunt.

I gasped in delight, my orgasm building and building. I loved how he feasted on me. My body trembled, my boobs jiggling from what his tongue did to me. He stirred me up, his goatee rubbing on my clit. My bud burst with delight.

I groaned, my twat clamping down on his tongue probing into my depths. My juicy depths soaked him. My breasts jiggled as he devoured me. I gasped, rising towards that big burst of pleasure. I wanted to drown him in my cunt cream.

“Las’s big dick,” I moaned. “Suck my clit, slave! Suck it right now!”

“Yes, Mistress,” he groaned and latched onto my bud.

He suckled on my pearl. I shuddered, humping against his face. I trembled on the bed as he nibbled on my bud. He nursed on me with such delight. Such wondrous passion. I loved every moment of it. This wicked heat surged through me.

I tossed my head from side to side. I whimpered and moaned as he nibbled on my bud. His tongue swirled over my pearl. I gasped, my back arching. My fingers and toes curled as the pressure grew and grew in the depths of my cunt.

“Las’s big dick!” I moaned. “Gods damn, yes!”

I came.

My pussy convulsed. My juices gushed out and bathed the incubus’s face. My slave licked up the juices gushing out of me. I bucked against him, my wrists pulling at the bonds. I shuddered, savoring the rapture rushing through me.

My mind drowned in the ecstasy as his tongue licked at me. My incubus-slave drank my juices. He feasted on me, his lusts fully under my control. I groaned, my body bucking with the delight sweeping through me. I needed his cock in me.

“Fuck me, slave!” I hissed. “Be honored to fuck your unworthy cock into my pussy!”

“Thank you, Mistress,” he moaned, lifting his face from my pussy. “Thank you for letting me fuck your magnificent pussy with my unworthy dick!”

I grinned at him. “Mmm, you’ve earned this one reward, slave. Now ram that dick into me and make me cum!”

“I’ve never made a woman orgasm by fucking her,” he panted as he pressed his cock into my pussy.

“You’re going to love it,” I purred, winking at him. “You’re going to want to experience a woman’s pussy spasming around your cock in climactic rapture over and over again.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he groaned and pressed his cock into my bush. Against my hot pussy lips.

He thrust into my pussy. I gasped as he groaned, sinking into his first juicy and hot twat. I shuddered, my boobs jiggling. I pulled on my bonds as the delight rushed through me. He had such a big and thick cock.

I savored the delight of him sinking to the hilt in me. My cunt devoured him. I held him tight, my pussy drinking in his girth. His balls rested on my taint. I was so eager to feel him fuck me. Just pound me with that big dick of his.

He drew back. I groaned, my cunt clamping down on him. He groaned, his face contorting. Pussy cream dripped from his goatee. He rammed his dick back into my cunt. He buried his dick deep and hard into my pussy.

“Gods, just like that,” I moaned. “That’s how you fuck my cunt!”

“Yes, Mistress!” the incubus moaned as he pounded my snatch. He fucked into me deep and hard. I loved it. I squeezed my cunt down around him. “Mistress!”

“Isn’t this better than raping?” I moaned. “Isn’t it hotter fucking? Don’t you just love it?”

“Yes!” he groaned, slamming into me. “Yes, it is, Mistress!”

He buried his big dick into my pussy. My lusts had utterly enslaved him. He was mine, tamed by my pussy. I was bound, and yet I owned him. I squeezed my cunt down around his cock. He gasped, his face twisting in delight.

My boobs jiggled and shook as he rammed his cock into my cunt. He fucked me with such passion. He buried to the hilt in me with all his force. The bed creaked from the rhythm that he fucked me.

He buried that cock hard into me. Fast. He plowed with such force into my cunt. I loved every moment of it. I savored him burying his dick into my cunt. It was just perfect. It was amazing to enjoy his cock stirring me up.

He fucked me with such passion. He buried into me again and again. I groaned, clenching my twat around him as he rammed into me. He filled me up, driving me towards my orgasm. His built, too. His nuts heavy with his cum. He was close to erupting.

“Do you want to cum in me?” I moaned.

“Yes, Mistress,” he panted. “Throwia’s slashing whip, I do! I want to cum in you.”

“Beg!”

“Please, please, Mistress,” he panted, his dick spearing into me. “Please, let me cum in your pussy!”

“No,” I hissed, clamping my cunt down on his cock. “Not until you’ve earned it.”

He gasped, his face twisting with passion. He thrust his dick hard into me. He fucked his big cock to the hilt in my twat. I groaned, loving the way he filled me up. It was fantastic. I savored his every thrust into me. He fucked me with such passion.

His face twisted with delight as he buried into me with such force. I squeezed my cunt down around his cock. I held him tight as he plunged away at me. My clit burst with sparks every time his pubic bone ground into me.

“Las’s big dick,” I moaned. “You so want to earn the right to cum in my pussy.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he whimpered.

“You know what you have to do,” I purred.

“Make you cum!” he gasped and grabbed my breasts. “I will, Mistress.”

I groaned as he kneaded my tits with his hands. He squeezed them, sending such pleasure rushing through them. I groaned, loving that delight. I squeezed my twat down on him. It was a beautiful moment. I groaned, rising towards that wonderful burst of pleasure. I would have such a huge explosion on his dick.

He pounded me harder and harder. He drove his cock to the hilt in my cunt. He fucked me with passion as his fingers slid up my boobs. He found my nipples. He pinched them. Twisted them. I groaned, loving what he did to my nipples.

“That’s it,” I gasped. “Gods, that’s it, little incubus. Make me cum then beg for your own release!”

“Yes, Mistress,” he groaned, twisting my nubs. My nipples burst with delight.

The pleasure showered my cunt. I groaned, squeezing my cunt down on his big dick. He buried to the hilt in me. He filled my cunt up with his thick shaft. I gasped, my back arching. He twerked my nipples the other way.

“Las’s big dick!” I howled and came on the incubus’s cock.

My pussy went wild around his dick. I spasmed and convulsed, bucking as the pleasure shot through me. My twat writhed with this wondrous pleasure that rushed out of my cunt and washed through my body. The pleasure drowned my mind.

“Gods damn, yes!” I gasped, my body bucking. My cunt writhed around his dick, sucking at him.

“May I cum in you, Mistress?” the incubus gasped as he buried his cock into my convulsing pussy over and over again.

“No!” I moaned, writhing on the bed. My arms and legs pulled at the ropes. “I’m not done enjoying your dick, slave!”

“Yes, Mistress,” he groaned, his face twisting with need.

He hammered my cumming cunt, sending wave after wave of pleasure through me. I came over and over again. I writhed through the bliss. I savored that heat sweeping through me again and again. Stars danced across my vision.

It was amazing to feel. A treat to experience this delight surging over me. I loved it. I savored every moment of cumming on her dick. My head tossed from side to side. The pleasure rushed through my body.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned, my body trembling from side to side as orgasm after orgasm rushed through me. I drowned in ecstasy as the incubus kept fucking my cunt.

“Please, Mistress, please!” he begged. “May I cum?”

“Gods, yes!” I hissed. “Cum in my pussy, slave!”

“Mistress!” he gasped and plunged to the hilt in my cunt.

His cock erupted. He fired blast after blast of jizz into my pussy. He bathed my cunt with his seed. He pumped blast after blast of his jizz into me. I gasped, trembling on my back. My head tossed from side to side, the bliss rushing through me.

I groaned, my cunt convulsing with the heat of this moment. With the rapture. It was incredible to feel this passion pumping through me. The incubus filled me to the brim with all his cum. It was quite the rapturous bliss.

My orgasm climbed towards its peak. I shuddered, my pussy sucking out all that cum. I nursed every bit of it out of his balls. He panted over me, staring down at me with those submissive eyes of his. I grinned at him.

I had tamed the incubus with my pussy. I loved being Las’s daughter.

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Pyrriah

Lasla crashed onto her face behind me.

I swallowed as the incubus’s mist melted into her. Fear rippled through me for my sister. But I didn’t have time to help her or worry. The whip slashed at me. The wounded Beliala was still very much in the fight.

My flaming sword blocked her attack. Her wings spread wide as she faced Pradu and me. The others whimpered in pain on the floor. One hit from her whip would take me out. I had to be so careful.

Every strike had to land in just the right way. I could afford no mistakes. No missteps on the crumbling stairs of the castle. Pradu growled beside me, both of us waiting for our opening to strike. The whip’s reach was a problem.

And the speed that the demon swung it was an even worst problem.

I licked my lips, studying the demon. She raised her wings wide, her eyes burning. Blood spilled down her sides from Nephi’s wounds. I was glad that we had drawn blood. We could kill her. I moved to the right. Pradu left.

The whip hissed out at us.

The arc of shadow cracked for us both. Pradu ducked. I slapped the whip out of the air with my burning sword and charged up the stairs. Pradu and I both surged up at the demon. Her big boobs heaved as she flicked her wrist.

Her whip flew back then came slashing down at me. I stopped and blocked with my sword. The whip wrapped around my blade, the end hissing past my nose. It came so close to hitting my face. The closer I got to her, the more dangerous blocking would be.

Then she slashed her whip to the right, and hit Pradu in the side. A bloody gash appeared in her flesh. She howled in rapturous pain and leaped for the demon, tiger head snarling with bloodthirst. The demon flapped her wings.

She launched into the air.

I gasped as she soared over us. Her whip cracked across Pradu’s ass, painting a bloody welt across both her butt-cheeks. The rakshasa screamed in pain. This time, she didn’t endure it. Didn’t turn it into her pleasure.

She had been overwhelmed and hit the ground, thrashing.

It was all me.

I turned as the demon surged for the floor, landing near where Kurtis had fallen. He lay on his side, fighting the succubus. Flames burned from me as I raced down the stairs. I flew at the demon. My burning sword slashed through the air before me.

I knocked back her whip as it tried to reach me. The shadowy blur met my burning sword. Mother watched in the background, fingering her gold collar and chastity belt. She couldn’t transform into a dragon with either of those on.

And only Kurtis or Lasla could dismiss those.

The fairies had fled, the cowards.

Fire burned hotter from me. I would protect my brother, sister, and our sex slaves from this demon. My sword crackled before me, the flames driving back the demon, but her defenses were so complete. The whip created a bubble of shadowy pain around Beliala.

How could I step in it and not get hit?

I had no illusions that I could endure the pain of that whip. Not even Pradu, our pain-slut, was able to endure it in the end. This was a creature of pure suffering and torment. Authority from Pater and sadism from Throwia.

But I was something special, too. I was the spiritual daughter of Gewin. The phoenix.

My fires burned hot as I charged into the shadows, slapping her whip away.

The demon gasped as I rushed inside her guard, my flames burning behind me. I slashed at her belly, a disabling blow. Painful. Just what she deserved.

She snarled in frustration and flapped her wings. She surged up into the air. My sword caught her on the thigh. The wound burned. Blood spurted as she screamed in pain. I hissed in delight as she cleared me. I whirled around.

She landed before me, her whip slashing down at me. I raised my sword and blocked it. The whip hit the sword and bent. The end of it streaked right into my face. It struck. Pain exploded through my face.

I screamed in agony.

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Kurtis

I woke chained to a wall. The manacles held my arms up. The stone cold against my back. A purple mist floated before me, making the world hazy. A figure moved through it. The succubus sauntering towards me.

Her big breasts bounced and jiggled. She had hard, pink nipples that thrust out before her. A sultry smile spread on her lips. I could feel her desire to dominate and humiliate me. She would degrade me. Make me suffer. Piss on me. Whip me.

She was Pradu version two.

She got off on the degradation, not the pain. That was the succubus delight. And the fear. The terror that she would drown me in her cunt. Suffocate me with her pussy. Or that her cunt would grow fangs and rip my cock off when I was in her.

“My, my, my,” purred the busy succubus. “Aren’t you just… pathetic.” She reached me and stroked my hard cock. “This little thing? How am I even going to feel this in my pussy?”

I smiled at her, feeling her desires to degrade and emasculate.

“It’s so small, I might just snip it off,” she purred. “Clip those little balls, too. Make you into a eunuch. You’ll have a pretty singing voice then, won’t you? Just serenade me with your beautiful soprano. I’ll put a wig on you and peg you in the ass. That’s the only way that I’ll get any pleasure out of this little cock.”

“You won’t get any pleasure out of that,” I told her, staring into her eyes. “Your pussy was made to be filled with a dick. It’s what you crave. What fun is there in using a strap-on. In denying your cunt the fullness of my cock.”

“There’s other ways for you to fulfill my pussy,” she purred. She snapped her fingers.

The floor dropped out from beneath me. My shoulder joints burst with pain. I groaned, dangling there. The manacles bit into my wrists. I groaned against the agony. My fingers twitched as I hung there before her, my face now at eye-level with her tits.

She snapped her finger and I lowered into the pit. I groaned, my shoulders burning with pain. There was no escaping the discomfort. I struggled to breathe like this. To suck in breaths as I came face to face with her pussy.

She threw a leg over my neck and pulled my face into her juicy, spicy cunt. She rubbed my lips into her hot cunt and ground me against her twat. She forced my nose into her folds. My lips. I couldn’t breathe. She smothered me in cunt.

“Mmm, start licking or drown in my cunt cream,” she purred with such joy rushing through her. “I really don’t care which you pick. I’ll cum either way.”

The burning began in my lungs. The need to breathe. Hanging there, I couldn’t move my head away. Not with her leg pinning me to her cunt. Her big breasts swayed above me. Her eyes stared down at me with cruel delight.

The succubus’s lusts built in her for my submission or my suffocation.

Panic rose in me.

To be continued…

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