The Divine Punishment [TriniMad & darkest_fate]

This had not been the demon's plan. He had carefully constructed the whole event in his mind, placing things ahead. The binding, his blood on her sword, that had been part of it, tying them together with magics. Then he would work upon her, tease her virginal flesh, all while she resisted him with that will that had become so famous. Eventually she would buckle, cry out in want for him, and he would bestow upon her that which she wanted. He would sweep her from her feet and take her virginity in his chambers, laying with her in a crude parody of some heroic prince and his innocent princess.

Instead Azondious felt the we set sinking onto his cock in the middle of his greeting chamber. Tight walls parted before him, and he groaned at the sensation. For he could feel his ridged girth stretching out the girl. The bumps and curves of his thick cock would scrape against her flesh. He could feel them now, gliding along the slick channel. She'd stretched tight, her lithe form conforming to his cock, not the other way around. This meant that every bit, every bump, every delving ridge of him would be felt against her while he worked his way within her tight walls.

and all the while his cock lubricated the way. The constantly leaking precum flowed from the tip of him, running along even the tight walls, helping sink further in. It mixed with Raelynn's own fluids as well: the demon could feel her want sliding over him, running down the little ditches of his cock. He groaned the hero's name as he felt her want coursing across his flesh, sliding to pool where his cock jutted from his form. Sheer pleasure flowed through his veins like fire, igniting every nerve ending.

Hands went around his neck. He looked up into their owner. Never before had he seen such lust in the heroine's eyes as she bore down upon him. The surprise had shown for a moment, but it was becoming clearer with each passing bit of cock sliding into sex that Azondious was fulfilling his promises. His own heavy breathing nearly drowned out her moans and squirms, but he could still hear the girl's wanton noises. His eyes fell onto her heaving chest, still confined in adventurer's garb yet lewdly sprinkled with his seed. Indeed, she still wore everything she'd walked into the chamber with: not a single article of clothing, not even her boots, had been taken from the hero. The demon smirked, knowing that their lust had been so great that disrobing had seemed a trouble.

Then lips took his gain, and he opened her mouth to pour fire within. Again that tongue laid claim, again it twisted and drew her out, though this time, he opened their mouths enough so that, should she look down, she could almost see him teasing her, drawing her muscle out only to release it in time for her to hiss.

"We're just getting started," he promised her. His hands gripped tighter, and his muscles flexed. For not all of this beauty had been skewered: a few bits of his plated cock remained jutting out the bottom. This needed to be fixed, and done now. He would not let her move, insisted upon pulling her closer and closer, exerting all his force. He could feel the head of his cock darting deep within the woman. She would never have another lover who could possibly hit this region within her. Azondious's sloped head would likely batter the doors of Raelynn's womb before it finished out. That seemed his goal, as he worked in tandem with gravity to pull the beauty fully onto him, not resting or settling until he felt every particle of his thick cock enveloped in her liquid hot sex.

Raelynn had no words to describe the pleasure she felt at the moment. It was as if pain never existed, no discomfort, nothing but the pleasure that Deathwing was giving to her; in the cloud of lust, she wondered with a hazy mind why she had even denied him in the first place if this was what he offered her? Now, it made sense why no one had ever denied him, and that she could be a fool for even trying to resist the demon in the first place. For Deathwing was indeed the demon lord of lust and fear, and while those things sometimes went hand in hand together, here he only poured his lust deep into the hungry fire that bellowed and raged within Raelynn's body. For so many years, it had laid dormant, frustrations and denials having been thrown on top of it like so many dry kindling until there was a huge pile that was just waiting to be ignited. Then, came along Deathwing, and not only did he spark it, he shared his own unholy fire, and helped her own desires burn bright, more brighter than it would have otherwise with a mortal man. This was only a flame that an immortal, and a powerful one like Deathwing, could accomplish; he succeeded, so well that all Raelynn could do was be held captive on his cock, and be claimed as his.

It felt as if this kiss burned so much better than the one before, but that could be because her nether lips were also being kissed, shared in an even more potent version of the saliva the demon was exchanging with her. The way he dominated her, twisted her tongue, wrenched all semblance of control currently away from her; Raelynn enjoyed it, allowing Deathwing to do exactly what he wanted, but knowing that eventually, she could gain her own power back - somehow.

She might have thought she lost her light magic, but now, perhaps it didn't seem so bad after all... Not with the thick ridged demon cock sliding deeper and deeper inside of her, so impossibly deep that she couldn't even comprehend that this giant pillar of flesh could be swallowed up inside her greedy body. So when it happened, Raelynn simply moaned out the demon's name, and loosened a hand to curiously touch against her toned abdomen; she had expected for it to be bulging out, but when she felt her torso, it just felt as normal. So how did her body eagerly take that entire monstrous cock inside of her?

It was a question that couldn't be answered now, not as Raelynn panted, her chest heaving again as she was clearly aware of every fold and ridge that Deathwing's cock pressed around her virginal walls. To say that it felt good was wrong because everything about this, a spellsword of light being impaled on a demon lord's cock was just wrong, but it felt so pleasurable that Raelynn couldn't help but give the demon a crooked grin. Deep within her, she could feel the hot spurting tip of his cock nestle so far within that he would be the only one to reach such a place, pressing and pushing against nerves that she never knew would be awakened; those silken sensual words he had promised her were true, and Raelynn wanted to find out if the rest of what he could promise her would become reality as well.

By now, the lust was in her veins, in every part of her body, and it only craved Deathwing. Ultimately, Raelynn was going to be bred by this demon, but at least, her willful nature and personality kept her mind intact enough. Even as she was gasping and moaning with all of Deathwing's impressive cock nestled inside her tight walls, she was still able to think somewhat coherently amidst fiery kisses and moaning cries of his name. Once again, Raelynn even tried to move with the length shoved inside of her to no avail; the demon lord's strength was too great, and she settled for attempting to flex her stretched pussy around the thick pulsing length and hissing against his fiery lips again, "What else... Do you have for me, Deathwing? What else will you make to come true now?"

They had merely begun. Azondious smiled even as he kissed and touched and let his cock sink within her folds. For he knew that truth, that their coupling had only begun, and it would only be the first of many, many such couplings. She had not even truly felt all he had to offer, and already she panted on his cock, every inch the wanton woman. Azondious smiled and felt his cock twitch as Raelynn curiously touched her abdomen, no doubt expecting to feel his cock through her body. Such naivete.

But the demon could feel her sex rippling over every inch of him. Raelynn had proven herself to be tight. The fit would've been snug for a human, let alone a demon with a demon lord's cock. To be certain, the plated member pushed aside walls, ground against them, nestled itself deep. This did not mean that the demon lord couldn't feel every bit of the human's pussy wrapped tight about him. Velvet walls gripping his plated shaft from base to tip. No doubt she would feel the little ridges and bumps all throughout, each squeeze grinding her inner body against his textured member. Just as in return he felt every bit of those silken folds as they rippled and squeezed, seeming to demand that he already release himself inside her. Again Azondious couldn't help but be impressed as this virgin managed to somehow flex interior muscles and squeeze his cock, pulling a few more droplets of precum into her soon to be swollen sex.

The question made the demon chuckle. "We're only beginning, Raelynn," he promised. His hands drew about her hips and he began pulling her upward. Again, slow, letting her sex drag, letting his cock pull against her lips. He could feel her flesh clinging to him, knew that his unique cock would catch the sensitive internal flesh as it passed, creating friction the likes of which mortal women could only dream, and the likes of which Raelynn would spend her entire life attempting to find again. He smiled as he felt her sex pulling out.

Yet he did not remove himself entirely from her. Indeed, he seemed to pause, almost half in and out. He rolled his human partner atop his member. The swollen head swiveled, knocking against the interior walls, almost corkscrewing as the demon began actively searching. After a few moments, he found it: a little spongy bit of flesh that some would call the "g-spot" but that Azondious had always figured to be deserving of a more lustful title. He prodded this several times with his head before again pulling Raelynn down his cock. This time, however, he purposefully angled her so that each and every ridged bit of his impressive member pressed quite purposefully against that spot on its journey back inside. And when his head again threatened to kiss her womb? Out, and again sliding against that one, ultra sensitive spot within that woman that Azondious doubted a sheltered virgin like Raelynn had even heard of.

For all of her vehement words and the lustful ways she had played with the demon earlier, Raelynn was still inexperienced and just a few moments ago, a virgin. She was no match against someone who was so knowledgeable and skilled the way Deathwing was, a demon whose purpose was to entice lust in others, and it showed so obviously in the way he controlled her every movement now. Ultimately, the heroine was helpless in his clutches, her hips firm within his grasps, and the only thing she could do was respond, the moans and cries of him from the drawn-out pleasure the demon lord was giving her.

The promise he gave her made Raelynn shudder as her toned body was pliant to his movements, and the pleasurable feeling of being stuffed by a monstrous cock the size that Deathwing had was replaced with another feeling; the bumps and ridges of said shaft made her stutter out a gasping moan and lay her forehead against one of his plated shoulders, eyes wide with pupils blown from the sensitivity that the pillar of hard flesh dragged from her. If she thought that was pleasurable as it was, Raelynn was quite and utterly wrong.

The feeling of something prodding and rubbing inside of her proved to give the heroine an uncharacteristic yelp once she felt the pure electricity of pleasure shoot up her spine, making her body arch even more into the demon as her body instinctively tightened and squeezed again around his thick length. It had caught Raelynn by surprise, making her cling even more to Deathwing as her toes curled within her boots and her legs began to shake ever so slightly from where their slim lengths were wrapped around his chest. She doubted that the demon lord would let her drop to the ground, but she clung on nevertheless, the pants and moans that she gave now magnified from before. "O-Oh fuck, yes, yes, Deathwing," the heroine gasped against his ear breathlessly, even whimpering for once, and the wave of pleasure that he had brought crashing down at once just didn't seem to stop. It was as if his cock was trying to make her scream, and in her lustful naivety, Raelynn could only assume that this was some dark demon magic that he was putting into her and not something her own body possessed.

Every thrust of the thick plated cock only made the lust blaze inside of her, consuming all other thought; Raelynn was slowly being reduced to a shuddering and moaning wreck that held onto the demon lord, and even when she had previously scoffed at the thought of herself mewling to him, she was now begging him with moans and the way her body was pliant to his actions. Even as Deathwing ground and pressed against that sensitive bundle of nerves, her clit was accidentally also not abandoned; every time the demon slid his massive pillar deep within her, she could feel the button being rubbed by the equally plated abdomen that laid just above his cock. For the moment, Raelynn was just consumed by the pleasure that he gave her, and even if she was unfamiliar with the feeling of an orgasm, the heroine was aware of the distinctive feeling of a climax approaching - and quickly too.

Raelynn reacted much in the way Azondious had predicted she would. This did not diminish his pleasure in hearing her gasping and moaning. The hardened warrioress facade had begun crumbling under sheer pleasure. Azondious could see it in those eyes that looked to him, and feel it within the body that writhed against him. Not simply her sex gripping and working him with a primal need, but her hands, her legs. They all spoke to her arousal, her sudden sexual need for his cock that, as he'd predicted, he'd ignited quickly within her. He heard her lustfilled gasps into her ear. "That is the plan," he hissed in response, working her hips, moving her up and down.

He sawed within her at a constant pace. Not quite slow, not that agonizing speed with which he'd first entered and then used to determine placement of her inner sanctum. Instead he worked with a steady pace, almost as if he were a miner and his goal orgasms. Each thrust dragged across her inner flesh, exposing that most sensitive tissue to every ridge, every bump, every crevice that his unique phallus possessed. She would feel him purposefully grinding against that inside, pushing aside the flesh, teasing and prodding and demanding she respond with sexual frenzy. The sliding did not stop there, nor did the sensation. Every bit of Raelynn's sex would feel the surging member pushing against it. The throbs from the aroused cock would push against, be felt by flesh that clung tight enough to nearly form a second skin. Those same throbs produced fluids that continued to gather and slosh, providing all too natural lubricant for their connected bodies.

The cock bottomed out each time, head jutting deep within, nearly locking. Azondious could feel his primal urge to seed her each time he settled himself within. It nearly overwhelmed him, causing a slightly greater pulse from time to time. Every so often she would no doubt feel the hot liquid shooting just inside her, almost as if someone had put pressure on a tap. As he pulled back, bits of their liquid lust would drizzle out from their connected sexes.

The demon rolled his hips as he moved, adding further sensation. His hands squeezed her hips as well, encouraging her. "You feel magnificent," the demon lord nearly growled. "Can you feel it inside you? Battering against you?" his cock bottomed out for a moment. "I lay claim to every inch of you: you are mine!" This would no doubt be repeated, often, but he growled it as he shoved himself hilt-deep within this woman-warrior once again, and yet again feeling his cock surging within her, begging that he work against his training and experience and simply unload within this all too willing vessel.

The fire that Deathwing had stared and fueled all this time was uncontrollable, and the more the demon lord worked her around his monstrous cock, the greater it only became. It was a fire that she could have never expected to come to this heights, to reduce the heroine into something that she would have never thought of herself to become, and one that threatened to just take her - now, and especially again and again. Deathwing's cock filled her, stimulated her, desired her as much as her body wanted his seed; the hot liquids from both of their lustful bodies that lubricated the pillar's thrusts in and out of her still tight walls was only another addition to the impending climax that would come now.

It wasn't a question of if, it was a question of when. With the demon lord's cock pushing completely inside of her, her body naturally reacted, begging and squeezing at it to release inside of her. It didn't matter that Deathwing was unholy, that he possessed the darkest spawn's sperm; he had given her pleasure, and now she wanted to return the favor as was her instincts to do so. With his hips now also pushing against her wet sex, the armored plates rubbed and further teased her clit, driving her to an all-new height where the words that left Raelynn's mouth were almost incoherent, everything just screaming for Deathwing. Each thrust, rub, stroke of his cock was addicting, and even if the heroine couldn't realize it now in the throes of her pleasure, it would soon be apparent that she would be addicted to him as the demon lord had already predicted.

The words he spoke was the final straw; the possessive grating tone of his voice, the way that his cock was pushed deep inside of her again. In the moment, during their first moments of sex like this, Raelynn wouldn't admit to him that the way he completely dominated her, claimed her as his was what allowed for the orgasm to break through her barriers. Yet, it was, the growl of his voice and the way the ridges of his cock scraped against her sensitive spot; Raelynn was gasping, holding herself tight against him, and Deathwing could feel the way that her body tensed just moments before she came. It was with a low gasping and moaning chant of his name, as if 'Deathwing' was a fervent mantra of the pleasure-hungry lusting Raelynn, and her body shuddered against his and clamped tightly around the demon's thick satisfying cock. Her walls were trying to milk the pillar, encouraging him to fill her with his seed, and the squeezing of the orgasm was tighter than any way she had voluntarily done so before.

The demon had promised bliss, and every word that Deathwing had said was true. Raelynn was crying out for him, riding on a wave of pleasure that threatened to pull her down again, and it was beyond anything she had felt before. Not even the after-glow of a fierce battle could match up to what the demon lord had just shown her, and it was as if her life before he claimed her meant nothing; the intense pleasure that blossomed from between her legs, soaking their connected parts together as the hot liquid dripped and trickled out from between her legs. And they were now only beginning.

This fine warrior ground her clit against him. Azondious could feel her squirming and thrashing and pushing down hard, seizing as much pleasure from his throbbing member as she could manage. It was not enough for her to simply feel the thick member pulsating within, stretching her walls to levels that she would never feel with a mortal man. It was not enough for the grooves and the ridges to press against sensitive flesh with a master's aim and determination. It was not enough to feel the gliding pressure as the head hammered against the innermost chambers. No, this sensual woman demanded the maximum amount of sensation, insisted upon grinding down her little button against his rough body, smearing more of her lust onto him.

"Raelynn," he growled, his tone demanding. His fingers curled, digging into her hips now as she rocked along him. He could hear her gasps, feel her moaning his name, turning the title into a chant. There was always a moment when he knew that he'd claimed a female, that he'd gotten her to the point where she would gladly spread her legs and invite him at his mere suggestion. To know, the feel Raelynn the spellsword hitting that point so gloriously and loving each and every second of raw pleasure as it coursed through her muscled body, it was enough to make his cock start to quiver, battering even more against his will.

Then, then he felt her squeeze, felt the trembles, felt the shakes, felt the unmistakable sensations that came with the feminine climax. Female fluids squeezed out and ran down his cock, taking channels and gliding effortlessly. Azondious could feel them, could feel his cock almost taking strength, pulsing stronger, drawing literal power from this magical female's fierce orgasm. Magic started to tie into the orgasm, linking their sexes together as often happened when two beings of power conjoined. The sensations rocketed upward, creating even stronger pleasures than before.

And Raelynn rode him harder and harder, letting more hot liquid seep from her sex. Azondious grunted and leaned forward, seizing those willful lips into his for another passionate kiss. More fire poured, returned, taken, fueling one another with flame. The demon's wings pulled back, letting his people see what they'd desired: the heroine linked onto their lord, seemingly willing latching her arms and legs around him, her lips sealed.

"And that was the first of many," the demon lord said as he pulled his lips away. He grunted, and lifted Raelynn slightly off his cock. For he could feel the swelling at the base. Smiling down at her, he drew a hand up to run possessively over her face. He wanted to look into her eyes for what came next. "Now it is time for you to feel the final stages of my manhood," he insisted. And the bottom of his cock swelled as he pulled her down, demanding she stretch over it. For like many incubi, Azondious's member had yet another addition: it would swell, it would balloon like so many manhoods and create a knot within the female, refusing to deflate until she bore enough seed to nearly make conception inevitable. And now those plated walls bulged as a tell-tale ball began to form just as the base, starting to stretch already stretched flesh to new limits.

The orgasm was practically magical by this point - then again, everything that occurred so far with Deathwing had been infused with demonic magic to augment the sensation, make the pleasure heady, and completely nullify the negative sensations. But while Raelynn had keenly felt the demon lord's cock pulsing inside of her, stretching her out, it almost felt as if he was swelling, hungrily pulling from the pleasure her body was willing to just offer to him. By this time, they were both dripping in their mixed fluids, staining the stone dark beneath them as it trickled from their joined bodies. Everything about the situation screamed sensuality and obscene lewdness; the sight of the heroine of the world taking her fill from who was once her enemy and now her master, finding the greatest pleasure on the thick pillar of his cock, would be enough to make any human whore or sex-monger blush and look away like a bashful virgin.

However, none of that mattered when she was allowed to ride out the rest of her climax on the cock that her body so loved and lavished on, and felt him respond in nature. The kiss he poured into her mouth again only heightened the lust once more, now almost dizzy from the amount of fire Deathwing continued to give - and give, again and again. The orgasm had washed away some of the past lust, but now this kiss only returned it to its former glory, not to mention the cock still shooting the pleasurable pre-cum inside her still trembling walls. Raelynn couldn't even bring herself to care that the demon lord was exposing them once again; as her clothes were still mostly intact, there must not be much to see except the thick length skewering deep into her body and the absolute sex-wreck that she had become, willfully reveling in the pleasure Deathwing showered her in.

Raelynn never thought she would want to hear what he said next so much; if every climax was as amazing as the one she had experienced, then what was she to complain? "I'll take that as a promise," she panted in response, her blue eyes wide and glinting with fierce eagerness once she felt his taloned fingers touch her face, one of her own hands reaching to grip tightly over his larger rough hand. It was a good thing Raelynn did just that as her pliant, still yearning body was pushed down to nestle the entirety of the massive length of the demon lord's cock back into body.

When he had spoke again, she assumed that he would finally spill his seed in her, not the feeling of being even more stretched that left Raelynn moaning and trying to shift her hips against the swelling of his cock against the entrance of her pussy. She could not understand what was going on; from what she heard from other women, there was never talk of any mortal man's cock swelling up like this. It should have been uncomfortable at the least, but already, Deathwing's cock had already took care of that; the pre-cum that dripped from deep within her seeped into her stretched walls, transforming it all to even more blissful pleasure. Raelynn was still riding on the tails of the first orgasm, but now, her body shuddered again as another one, more subtle than the first, threatened to wash over her.

Her hand clutched onto his as the heroine's eyes widened even more up at the demon lord, only gasps escaping her for a few moments while the knot swelled more and more, starting to plug whatever fluids they made now in the already slick walls of her sex. "What... What is that? What's happening?!" she hissed out, half torn between wanting answers and wanting to just ride out the pleasure as her body tried to squeeze again around the growing ball inside of her. Evidently, the pleasure won out almost unexpectedly, and Raelynn felt another warm wave of a climax push her off the edge, her body tensing with toes and fingers curling up; so many years of denying her body its release was taking its toll now, the young body sensitive to every movement that Deathwing made on her. She couldn't help but out the demon lord's name as the knot pushed, ridges scraping intently against her g-spot once again to just writhe on his knot as her body impatiently squeezed around the thick member for his seed.

"That is how it is intended," Azondious rumbled back as he heard the fierce warrioress panting. Those blue eyes bore into his glowing reds, lust echoing from every portion of it. He watched, locked on, as her body slid further into him. He could feel her interior walls stretching, that initial moment of panic, of confusion already bubbling up. The mortals never expected this, not when it first happened. In some ways, the ones who knew always had it worse. "Men don't swell in balls." "They don't, like, actually join their cocks with you." They were so used to the thought, safe in that knowledge, that when they felt the swelling of the demon inside them their minds simply could not fully process.

Azondious clutched at the hand holding his, using the further point of contact. His smile widened as she stammered out her confusion. "It's as I said," his tone was cool, his voice strained, "the final stages," he could feel his knot swelling to its maximum fullness. Already he plugged her: nothing would be leaving her body until he had finished, until he had slaked his lust upon this willing vessel. Fluids already began to run along him, gathering about, trapped within her body now. And already he could feel her squeezing down. Her sex gripped the tight rounded base of him, and he had a suspicion that the new pressure might just press against her spot directly. This did sometimes occur: his cock had been literally designed for such pleasures after all.

"What you are feeling," the demon intoned as he began slowly turning them, "is my cock swelling. Those of us with the blood of lust running through our veins possess this trait," he began walking them back, heading toward his throne. "It's rather unique, as you've already noticed," his cock swelled within her, a little more of his fluids starting to leak. He'd felt her climaxing; she may even still be stuck in a throes of an orgasm, yet still he walked steadily, using every bit of his will to hold himself together. "We lock with our mates," a few more steps and he was at the bottom of the slight stairs leading up. "it provides intense pleasure," a step up, the jostling of her against his cock making him grunt, "and it also prevents escape," another step, just at the base. He shifted then, attempting to lower Raelynn so that she lay upon his throne. "It is also," he said as he adjusted his new lover, "what we do when we are going to mate," he linked eyes with her as his cock pulsed, threatening what was very soon to cum.

Mates. That simple word was different than lovers; it brought in mind the image of animals mating, a deep and wild urge that was simply instinctive and animalistic. Yet, perhaps it fit the moment with the demon lord plugging up her body, letting his cock be the only thing that claimed and took her for his as she could only lock her body around his, the orgasm leaving her drained yet satisfied once again; with each passing orgasm, the blissful sensation would only increase, and her body was ready for so many more, as much as Deathwing could give her at the moment. The world around her was hazy and might as well not exist at all besides the muscular plated body that she was pressed against; that was her only anchor with the cock stretching and filling her the only anchor that Raelynn clung to.

When Deathwing began to walk to his throne, the simple motion of his legs' motions sent his knot pushing deeper into her body with the roll of his hips. The round base was massive enough that she could feel rub against her sensitive spot, earning another round of moans and whispers of "oh fuck, please" into the demon's ear the more they moved and walked, pushing the lifted ridges to rub against the spot. Raelynn struggled to pay attention to what he was telling her, his voice seeming as it was almost at its breaking point; even though she was a mortal virgin, by now, the demon lord must just be barely holding himself back as well. Inhuman or not, they had shared the lustful fires together, and they were now connected as much as any two beings could.

Raelynn had to admit, with each jostling and roll of his cock inside of her, she fully enjoyed the knot now that the initial surprise and shock had worn off. With the orgasm that had happened just because his massive cock had begun to swell, it only increased her approval of what the demon lord was murmuring to her. Every step he made reflected the heights of ecstasy they would mount together, and once Raelynn felt the cool stone of the throne behind her, she reluctantly loosened her arms that were tight around the demon's shoulders with his urging.

What he was saying to her was powerful, and to the pleased heroine, meaningful. Her mind had slightly cleared from the two orgasms she had already experienced, and even with Deathwing's cock straining inside of her, Raelynn was still lucid enough to laugh breathlessly amid the soft moans as she felt him shifting inside of her. Their eyes met and that smirk that the demon must be familiar with now returned as Raelynn leaned up slightly to kiss him, pushing her body as flush as possible against his hips. "So mate with me, Deathwing," she whispered vehemently against his lips with the lust rising in her once again as the heroine tasted the fire on his tongue. Her entire body was tensing now to clamp down and squeeze as hard as possible against the pulsing cock, inviting him to spill his seed inside of her as she moaned against his mouth. Pulling away just enough to bite his lower lip lightly and hiss, Raelynn pulled at whatever she could recall from what Deathwing had growled to her earlier, "Stop holding back. Show me that force you said I wouldn't be prepared for."

Each little cry of pleasures threatened to set the demon lord off. Each fuck, each please, each whimper, it all sent signals straight to Azondious's throbbing cock, demanding that he release the torrent of seed that he had felt building since this cocky young woman had strutted into his home. The words acted not along, but had the constant feeling of her tight walls milking against him, her body dancing the primeval, some internal instinct requiring the filling within. Each step jostled, created more sensation for not only Raelynn, but for the demon lord. No virgin should feel this good upon a cock, yet Raelynn felt among the best that Azondious had ever experienced. Perhaps it was the whole experience. Taking a willful heroine before an audience, laying claim to her with first his words, then his deeds, then his cock.

Now he settled his panting prize against the throne. He looked down, seeing her body, her legs splayed wide, her sex stretched lewdly to contain him. He could see her breaths, the way her impressive, drenched, still covered breasts heaved with each motion. This woman leaned upward, took his lips in hers yet again, before whispering against him, making more demands that surely by now she knew the truth of. No sooner had those sinful words slid into Azondious's mind then he felt sensation, her entire body tensing against him while she moaned. Teeth took his lips, causing him to again groan and shudder, not caring that he showed all too visibly his arousal at the situation.

Stop. Holding. Back.

The demon shuddered. Then his lips curled into a smile. His hands went down, adjusted Raelynn once more, forcing her to lay back. "Brace yourself," he growled. Not a suggestion, not a teasing comment, but an order. he moved his own hand up, gripping his throne. Then he shifted his hips.

And he began thrusting.

This was not the easy, grinding thrusts he'd used upon this woman previously. This was not the purposefully grind of someone working to achieve maximum pleasure. This was pure, animalistic, humping. His hips bore down forcefully upon Raelynn, pressing the woman into his throne with each rocking thrust. The blows would be enough to nearly drive the air from even a fighter as skilled and tough as Raelynn the spellblade. Each of those blows would drive her body into the seat of the throne.

Inside, the cock slid along the tight channel. It could not go far, not with the swollen knot at the base. This did not seem to bother the demon. he simply adjusted and slammed further down, pressing harder. His knot actually pushed a little further inside the woman, stretching her out even more. If he had not been pressing against her g-spot before, he certainly did so now, and he did so with fervor, his hips constantly moving and thrusting. The thrust caused the entire length of him to slide from that base to tip. That sloped tip no doubt sank deep into her, possibly battering directly against her, as if by pure force he could simply ignite reproduction inside her. A ridged head pushed further in than any other male would hope to go, and did so with great force, and did so constantly, the pressure intense.

Azondious loomed above the mortal while his hips drove the frenzy. He stared down, his plated chest heaving. "You," he growled, his hips jerking harder still, "are," another thrust, "mine," he hissed dark, leaning down, his face inches from hers, his eyes boring into her. His cock swelled with the words, the knot growing impossibly thick. Then it burst.

it shot forth, not a meek little spray, not a leak as before, but a full grown spray. The blast would jet deep within Raelynn, the first blast of it seeming to have enough force to eject her from his cock. She would actually feel the force jerking the member backward, the seal likely the only thing preventing it from reversing its path. The sheer volume of it would dwarf that of normal men for certain. Yet it kept going, another burst quickly following the first, spraying her insides, claiming Raelynn's inner chamber with demonic seed. White heat spread throughout her, churned by still moving hips. It did not leave, could not with the knot swollen at her entrance. Yet more and more came, white hot and jettisoning against her, spraying against sensitive walls with unabashed lust, all while their own breathed hard and stared down at his new mate, taken for the first time upon his throne.

It was more than obvious to Raelynn that by now, Deathwing wanted her as much as she did to him; they had done this to each other, and it would only be by their own actions that it would be undone in waves of pleasure, again and again. The heroine thought that she was ready for his cock, ready for whatever the demon lord was going to do; he was male after all, and it should not be that much different. He would come, filling her with his seed, yet already, the demon had surprised her - what else did he have in store? He was a demon, and by now, Raelynn should have known that anything he did would be better and more than any mortal man could compete.

She did not believe him when he told her to brace herself, but something about Deathwing's tone meant that he was serious. This was not the purring tease of his voice or the smooth sensuality of his tone when he had been riling her up before. No, this was pure authority, and even while she snorted breathlessly, Raelynn felt her hands clutch onto the arms of the throne, the spikes that adorned it helping her to hold on even more. She would need it, all of that, once the demon began to actually fuck deep inside of her, all instincts and desires, and nothing else. She had thought his pushes inside her body were intense, but it was nothing compared to how he roughly took her now, dominating her, claiming assertive over her body. It was the most Raelynn could do to hold on, her muscles straining and shaking visibly with the efforts to fight against his strong pushes against the sensitive walls of her body. She was strong, much stronger than most women, but even Raelynn could feel her back press into the hard stone of the throne behind her and barely catch her breath, even unable to moan properly with the force of the demon lord's thrusts.

It should have hurt, the almost violent way he claimed her, but as promised, all Raelynn felt was pleasure and even more pleasure after that. If she believed having the ridges of Deathwing's cock rubbing against her sensitive spot was well enough, that was nothing when she felt his massive knot stretched her out even more, and finally, made her climax again when it completely shoved up against her g-spot. Each orgasm was easier than the last, and once again, the heroine cried out for her now demonic lover, the blinding sensation of bliss from his knot making her temporarily tense up and nearly lose her grip on the throne arms; his hips were relentless, probing against places that only lengthened the orgasm and explored the secrets that only he would know inside of Raelynn.

She was still lost in her orgasm when he hissed at her, claiming her once and for all as his. The final words, the dominating way he loomed over the pleasure-wrecked body of Raelynn as she stared back at him with lust-clouded eyes - she accepted it all. Her body was more than willing to accept the pleasure that he lavished onto her, the seed that literally shot into her womb, losing not one drop with the knot still insistently pressing against her sweet spot. Now Raelynn was able to let out a stuttering moan of the demon lord's name, one louder than the rest as she could distinctively feel the hot pressure of his semen coating inside of her, taking the place that no other man had ever taken and claiming the territory for himself. Deathwing's cum was just as equally pleasurable and aphoristic as his pre-cum, even more, if that was possible. She ignited again, not even finished with one orgasm before the next one washed over that, and was swept away in the blissful current. Nothing was relenting, and even though his cock jerked back by the force of his own seed, it was quickly pushed back inside to fill her again and again.

It just seemed to keep coming, and Raelynn could not stop the orgasms that seemed to accompany it, cries and moans of pleasure that came from both the knot consistently rubbing against her and the hard jerking motions of his hips. Deathwing's cock was now sloshing in the cum that filled her along with her own fluids, yet there seemed to be no end to the hot pleasing fluid. Her mind was wiped of all logical thought, only small bubbles that popped as quickly as they came; she would want to taste it some day as she had with his pre-cum or perhaps, see it shoot off the seed that now filled her inside. Raelynn's body was taut, toned, and even with the amount of cum the demon had pumped and knotted inside of her, it was barely visible to them; she might look slightly thicker, but definitely not swollen.

Her eyes had been locked onto the demon lord's, sometimes fluttering closed or squeezed shut when an especially intense climax came, but Deathwing had her full attention as she gazed up at him, never once letting the steely will out of her eyes even as she could not find the breath to say anything. They were both panting, her ample chest heaving on the throne with her body stretched out by a massive knot holding his monstrous cock and unholy seed inside of her; a fine sight to see, and for Raelynn at the moment, the best enjoyment she had ever felt. The heroine of the world, a holy spellsword at the mercy of her lustful demon lord, and she never felt better - all reluctant thoughts and the fear of losing her magic banished in the overwhelming power of the lustful fire he blazed in her.

Another climax from that sinful sex. Azondious felt it rippling throughout his quaking cock, drawing forth yet more powerful jets of his seed into the woman. Her quaking, quivering, shivering form insisted upon taking the fullest extent of his blasting orgasm. The sheer force of it would have rendered some mortals unconscious, but Raelynn rode it, turned it into yet more lust and desire for herself as she followed through with his command. That simply motion, watching as her body started to instinctively react to his growling snarl, sent another surge of pleasure into the demon lord. For Raelynn had, consciously or not, submitted yet further to him, given over a piece of herself that she would never get back.

Then the claim as she came. He could feel her already shivering, the next orgasm riding the first. The sheer frenzy of it made him snarl, the deep noise ripping out of him with primal fury. He could no more help it than he could staunch the seemingly endless flow of his seed into her. Demons produced massive loads; this was simple fact. Azondious prided himself on being impressive by demonic standards. Yet Raelynn's sex milked more from him than he could recall delivering in centuries, if not longer. He could feel her sex squeezing, almost treating his swollen knot as a bulb. The tension caused him too his pressing hard, shoving deep. For he felt his own seed shoot up the massive length, drawn forth by this incredible woman to splatter into her tight insides.

All the while their gazes bore into one another. Her eyes shut, fluttered; his flared, guttered. That lustfilled red glow flashed with each pulse of his cock, as she drew yet more of his seed within her all too willing body. And all the while he could see that commanding will of hers pouring through her eyes, as if it to say that he had taken her, yes, but she would remain Raelynn. That look pleased Azondious enough to make the demon nearly coo with delight. For again, had he wanted a mindless fuck slave he could have descended into pits. There were plenty of mortal women who had lost their minds in the frenzy of demonic fucking. Yet this one stared back even as her body rocked its way through a seemingly neverending cycle of pleasure and climax. Cum and liquid filled this warrior, quite probably leaving her with his demonic spawn. His seed had lain claim to a woman. His sex had stretched hers to perfectly mold against the plated flesh. Yet still those eyes stared back, a willful fire hiding behind the blue that made Azondious lust all the stronger for the woman.

His climax continued, spraying more and more. The bursts had subsided, and now his cock simply seemed to drain. It was as if a faucet had been turned, letting forth a constant flow of seed directly into the woman. A creature with a knot did not cum quickly. The demon reached down, stroking his new lover's face with something almost like affection.

"I have painted your insides," he whispered, looming closer. "Your sex is now white with my lust and seed. Every creature existing will know that your womb has been claimed. I do not casually leave my playthings," he ran a hand possessively down her body, grunting as he felt his cock again release more inside her. "Tell me, spellsword," he leaned close, hot breath panting against her lips, eyes boring into hers, sex still draining seed within her, "did I live up to my claims? Or should I show you further what a true demon of lust is capable of?"

Slowly, the orgasms began to die out, one by one, not pathetically, but just subsiding calmly; Raelynn was still mortal, and while she fully enjoyed and rode out the pleasure that the demon lord shot into her, her body still had its limits, and for now, she was left sensitive and stretched, just basking in the bliss that came afterwards. The pleasures that had been shown to her in just a few moments would have been beyond her comprehension, had it not been for Deathwing, whose gaze seemed to blaze into her own with an even more intense light than how his cock laid claim to her body. The demon might own her body, have her as his possession, make her his, but he would never have her mind nor her soul that made up Raelynn to be the one to step forward when no one else would. She would be the one who could even possibly have a chance of matching Deathwing as his equal, and as they were joined together as one, she was willing to take up that challenge.

His demonic cum continued to fill her body and the pleasurable feeling of it couldn't stop the heroine from slowly catching her breath, letting her fingers loosen from the throne arms now that he wasn't thrusting into her with a powerful frenzy. It was almost peaceful, having his cum just stream from his cock still buried inside of Raelynn, as if there it belonged, mating with its new lover for as long as possible. When Deathwing reached to touch her face, she placed her hand over his own once again, narrowing her eyes to try and read his actions and whispers; it seemed as if the demon lord was less rigid himself now that he had found his own climax, both of them bathing in the bliss. "What am I to you then? Plaything? Mate? Lover? You called me quite a few things," she retorted almost haughtily, shifting slightly to moan quietly and sigh at the feeling of being stuffed more and more - when would he stop? They were already beyond what she could comprehend, and the persistent pleasure remained, the demon's knot reminding her with every movement they made.

Now that the fierce lustful frenzy was starting to subside, not enough to clear her mind, but enough that Raelynn could appreciate what he said instead of being claimed by that hunger that has possessed her to be impatient with him earlier. She was still impatient though, but for now, sated without being demanding. But another kiss might just change that once again, and Raelynn leaned up to pull her demonic lover into a deep passionate kiss, the mutual fires making her moan and writhe again on his knot once more, another weaker orgasm slowly filling in again. Her hands were busy now, no longer forced to hold onto anything, and so the heroine let them explore, running up the back of his broad plated shoulders and head, all the way to stroking the jutting lengths of his upswept horns before moving back down to his muscular arms. "You have even more? How much more bullshit poetry are you going to wax for me?" she murmured against his lips, biting him once more on the lip with her signature smirk reappearing. Her blue eyes flashed with renewing lustful interest once more, the fires being prodded back to life and with the constant flow of pleasure flowing between them while they were connected together, "Then show me, Deathwing."

A more slender hand took Azondious's own plated one, wrapping it up so that he could feel her glove sliding against his skin. Her eyes had narrowed, and Azondious had no doubt that she attempted to read him now, to determine motives. Had he not been clear? He intended to breed her, and he intended to enjoy himself doing so. Now she flung back several terms, some tossed about in the throes of passion, some otherwise stated.

"You are Raelynn the spellsword," he growled in response, his possessive hand again running along her while his possessive cock spewed a little more of his seed within her already full body. "You are my mate, you are my lover, and you are my plaything to do with as I wish. Or have you already forgotten your oath?" His lips twisted in another smile. "I have rendered mortal women babbling fools with my technique, but I had thought you better."

She silenced further conversation with another passionate kiss. A kiss: the demon had not considered how often their lips met until now. Lovers kissed. Equals kissed. You did not kiss a whore, a little sleeve you stuck yourself in and rutted until your joy sprayed itself into her. You did not kiss a prisoner. You kissed a lover. And the passion they continued to pass between one another should worry the demon slightly. Especially now, as he felt the fires from her lips trickling down to ignite their loins once more. Her hands had left, again going to his body, his chest, his horns and...

...and he mouth opened for brash words and another nip. Azondious chuckled. "It is my pleasure to tease you with words, mate," he growled. Her eyes had lit with lust, though he had to wonder. Could she take him further? How many times had her body contorted? Had her lips shouted out her joy? She demanded more of him now, surely challenging, surely knowing that despite his tendency to "wax poetic" he could take her with a primal frenzy.

"Try to keep your mind," the demon said. He then lowered his arms, scooping Raelynn's body from the throne. He turned, facing outward as if ready to address, the woman still impaled upon his cock. The knot had begun to deflate, but the spellblade would not be able to leave just yet. The demon looked down on the skewered girl. He smiled. Then his hands began to work her, and in one quick motion: he twisted her. Spun her. Raelynn would find her world spinning and her body tilting while still impaled upon the cock. The corkscrewing motion would grind against her and twist her flesh in an entirely new way all the while. Textured flesh would dash sideways now, whirling past. And the knot, that still swollen bit, it ground against that most sensitive spot in that spinning fury.

And then the arms dipped, they hooked underneath Raelynn's own, pulling her up, his own hands nearly forming around her head. He pulled back, stretching the woman out, bending her slightly as he pulled her back against his chest, all while his cock let out a few more dribbles of his seed. He held her there for several seconds, bending his head down. "Not that you haven't been delightfully assertive," he growled into her ear before nipping, "but I think it's time to demonstrate how very out of your depth you are," he thrust his hips forward, pulling her upward as he went, clearly intent on beginning to bounce her on his cock yet again, only this time, facing outward, where glowing eyes started to gleam from shadows, all gazes locked toward the throne and the display thereon.

The demon responded to her challenges, took her up for what Raelynn was taunting him with. Not many mortals had the willpower to stand up to her, and even sometimes, gods and greater beings thought it more wise not to excite the brash female even more. Evidently, not Deathwing, but then again, he was in the position of power here, no matter how she sounded or how defiant she had been. This was only more apparent by how his cock continued to pulse inside her already stretched and stuffed body, claiming her again and again without end. She was his, and like everything else, Raelynn was simply stubborn as she was.

What happened next was what she thought was impossible; when Deathwing picked her up, the first thought that went through Raelynn's mind was that he was going to bring them somewhere else, somewhere more private where they could continue, not turn around to expose them to the deceptively empty hall that she had walked in earlier. This was enough to make her struggle slightly, only mashing and pushing the slightly smaller knot even deeper against the g-spot that left her moaning as a consequence, shuddering. But that was nothing compared to when he turned her around, and the ridges of his thick cock pressed and tugged along her sensitive walls eagerly. The sensation of his cock pumping seed eagerly at the motion, how his armored cock just twisted inside of her, the knot pressing more insistently at this angle - the only outcome was another orgasm. This was the afterquake that left her yelping both from the pleasure and the surprise, and as it was the only one in a few moments, the climax was special in its own, making Raelynn squeeze and milk the demon lord for whatever cum he had left inside of him.

It should have also surprised her that Deathwing had not become soft after he came as mortal men would. While Raelynn had never taken a cock up into her nether lips before this demon lord, she had sucked a man off once, and knew that of how men needed time before they could go again. Why should such rules apply to a demon that had broken so many other mortal rules already? Instead, Raelynn simply writhed, leaning back against the hard plated chest of her demonic lover with her eyes fluttering from the now familiar sensation of the overwhelming pleasure that hungrily had her walls pressing tighter and tighter around the shrinking knot. Deathwing's growled words into her ears nearly went unnoticed, but she managed to hiss and growl back in response as Raelynn's head fell against his shoulder, then pressed into his thick armored neck. She was moaning, gasping breathless cries of his name once more that were muffled against his plates, and the heroine did not notice the audience they had now; as before, she could only focus on the cock thrusting up inside of her with the climax clouding her mind, now rubbing her shapely toned ass against the demon lord with each bounce.

The climax came from the spin. Azondious could feel her trembling yet again, her already teased sex working at him all the further, all the harder. He could feel the seed once more shooting up his own member, and could feel the last bit of his knot starting to deflate. For that orgasm squeezed him yet again, seeming to milk his knot back into its regular state at the cost of dragging her most sensitive areas across one of his most carefully designed ones. All the while she yelped and cried, sweet words to the demon's ears that made him tremble with his own lust.

His hard cock pulsed once more inside her, surging forward yet again, gravity and his hips drawing it up into her willing sex for another round. The sex's owner had leaned back against him, and Azondious gripped her tight, letting her pull and move. Each sensual twitch given off by Raelynn sent more pleasure coursing through the demon's already flooded veins. He heaved mighty breaths as he felt it flowing, felt her rolling her head back to cry out his name yet again. That orgasm had taken away even her sly tongue, leaving the girl monosyllabic and leaving Azondious to smile even further. For his grip denied her the physicality she'd so effortlessly displayed, not only here but elsewhere. Plates wrapped around tightly roped muscles held the fit woman against him, grinding her further. He felt that toned ass bound against his cock.

His hands adjusted. One pulled up, grabbing her wrists for a moment, still stretching her. The other went down, scooped below her thigh. Then Azondious dropped her hands as his other went up. One leg lifted into the air, the impressive hand that held it gripping tight to her arm as it fell in response. Soon the other whipped about, and the girl would find her legs scooped up with her arms, her body held dangling, still impaled upon his cock.

"Witness Raelynn!" Azondious yelled as he thrust his hips upward. "Spellsword of light!" he began bouncing her up and down on his cock, knowing her body, her breasts, all would bounce and move. He felt his head sliding across her insides, sloshing liquid. At some point is knot had deflated, and the rough motions would mean that liquid lust would begin leaking, particularly as his movements became more determined, rougher, harder, as he fucked his tightly held burden with hard, frenzied strokes. The cock dragged upward and slammed and slammed while his arms brought her down. Hips up; arms down, using his full strength and power to fuck Raelynn with more passion and fury than he'd even demonstrated while his cock had leaked into her and her fluids had stained his seat of power.

Suddenly, in spite of all the pleasure that she was experiencing at the moment, both of her own voliations and that of her demonic lover's, Raelynn could feel every movement, every thrust that he pushed into her. Her walls, no longer pushed apart and forced by the massive knot that had once dominated it, now clung tightly to the ridged cock that slid in and out of her with a frenzy that solely focused on it, and it alone. Before, there was the knot that had occupied her attention, but now, it was only the demon lord's still hard pillar that drove into her, and her body absolutely loved it, relished it, took whatever was given to her. Not even the cum that was once plugged up inside of her distracted Raelynn now as that spilled out from their bodies, splashing onto the ground and making a shallow pool of murky white at their feet. With each hard thrust, more and more of the seed that Deathwing had so carefully plugged her with was pushed out, and while his tip continued to leak and keep his frenzied movements well-slick within her tight walls, it wasn't enough to replace the amount he had shot into her earlier.

To be honest, all Raelynn could do was hold on - both to her wits and onto the strong coiled arms of the demon lord as he had his way with her. There were no verbal barbs, nothing but breathless gasps and tight squeezing around his cock as the surges of orgasms worked their way back into her system; his cock, even without the pleasure and pressure of the knot, worked against her sensitive spot once more. Raelynn was in the throes of one, moaning out his name as her body seized up tight again, leaking out her own pleasure along with his when Deathwing had almost effortlessly took one leg up with each arm, baring what was between her legs ever more obscenely than before. They were lucky that Raelynn was exceptionally flexible, taking the new position easily as her arms clutched onto the muscular shoulders of the demon claiming her again and again. There was no hiding how the plated cock was slick with their mutual lust, pistoning deep and fast into her, and there was absolutely nothing Raelynn could do but cry out the demon lord's name.

Hearing him boom out her name was a surprise, and she jerked slightly in his superior strength to open one eye even as her face was tilted towards the hot planes of his body. The world around them was hazy, swimming as if she was underwater, but Raelynn could see prickles of glowing light in the daze, demonic eyes watching the lewd scene of her being taken so deeply and roughly on the massive cock of their master's. The fact that they were exposed, letting them watch her be overtaken was disgusting to the heroine, but again, what could she do? Her attempted cries of protest were drowned out by the incoming wave of an orgasm, turning them into breathless gasps and moans of pleasure as she held onto Deathwing even tighter. Her body was his, bouncing whenever he wanted her to accept his cock, and each brush of his ridged head went into the deep places inside of her that the demon had already laid claim to. All of it accumulated into bliss, and Raelynn could only now hold onto her indomitable will, the anchoring and deep desire to challenge him once more when this was all over - more like if it would ever end. How much more could the demon lord fuck her until he was finished, give into her already pliant body?

The lewd position emphasized Raelynn's debauchery all the further. Azondious fully intended to demonstrate, to hammer home to his squirming writhing partner that she had entered a new realm of sensuality and lust. Fires that had been lit today would eat away portions of her new life, leaving something new in its wake. If she were to hold onto her self, she must grip tight and push through what happened to her now. For the cock that hammered into her had a determination to further baptize her into her new life as a demon's concubine, as the mother of his spawn, as his lover, plaything, mate... and possibly partner.

The demon heard Raelynn moan out his name as he took her with yet more fury. His own bellow grew all the louder as if to cover her own cries. The sloppy wet sound of his plated flesh connecting with hers provided a steady backdrop for their own noises. It schlicked and slopped with each thrust, sloppy mixtures spilling in spurts from where their sexes conjoined one another. Each thrust pushed the mixture into the woman, drove it up into her body, while at the same time forcing more and more out, pooling onto the floor beneath their feet. This act all the more displayed by Raelynn's now stretched form.

The demon took note of her looking out, no doubt recognizing that her ecstatic deflowering had witnesses. For a moment, he expected a protest, a return of that will, only to find her instead letting out another cry, her sex again milking him. He groaned himself, bouncing her body with more fervor as they both rode out her latest orgasm, again rubbing fluids into silken folds, again laying claim and reiterating for all who viewed their coupling.

The pulsing grew stronger within Azondious. He could feel it again, as this woman's quaking, quivering sex beckoned him further upward. The primal force of her sheer sensuality coaxed his seed up the shaft. He could feel it starting to spurt. He too had cum so very recently, and as a male should have needed more time to recover. Indeed, his knot had not fully refilled, would take at least hours to reach any noticeable level. Yet this flexing, exquisite sex milked at his cock.

"Bathe in my seed, spellsword!" the demon yelled before flexing full. He jerked his hands down harder than ever. His hips thrust upward with more force than he'd managed thus far, enough that it was all too likely that her rear would be slightly bruised. The sheer force shot his cock up through her slick channel, the head of him bursting deep within her. The moment he'd pushed as far inside her as possible, no, not as far, but somehow further he roared as another powerful jet of his seed splattered her insides. There would be no slight movement, however: his toned muscles held the girl steady, forcing her to bear the brunt of his ejaculate shooting up inside her with great force, yet again filling her with seed.

Whatever noises Raelynn made were drowned by her demonic partner's, his bellowing roars echoing through his own halls as she gasped and could barely keep herself breathing evenly. What he was doing to her was beyond any exhausting battle she had to face; at least then on the battlefield, she could control how she was and when she needed. Here, Deathwing had every power in the world, moving her body according to his desires and wants, his cock taking possession of every moment. Never before she met this demon lord had Raelynn been forced to obey or be held captive as she was, and while she let him dominate as much as he wanted, she desperately wanted at least some control back. But for now, her struggles were for naught, her desires to be away from the gazes of his subjects, and the fact that she wanted some freedom of movement back. She received none of that, and all Raelynn got instead was the pulsing of the thick cock that had brought her so much pleasure before as it dutifully continued with its job of thrusting her full of bliss.

She had no doubts that he would be able to come again; Deathwing was a demon, and beyond the stretches and limits of mortal men. But Raelynn could not control the way her body gave itself over to another orgasm, feeling just the faintest recognition of weariness starting to creep into her limbs that were currently held in the demon's tight grip even as her walls squeezed and gripped at the ridged cock, begging for more of the seed to spill inside of her waiting womb. Her instincts got what they wanted, and for a moment, Raelynn could feel herself completely black out, only to come to a few seconds later to the sound of him roaring once more and the feeling of his cum literally forcing itself deep inside of her again, this time even more intense than before. This time, she could not squirm and nothing gave way as before the previous orgasm could even finish, a second wave swelled up and her completely soaked womb clutched and pulled the seed from the spurting cock that was once again bottomed out deep inside Raelynn's body.

The only differences now was that with her legs splayed and held out of the way, the sensation was even more lewd and concentrated on the area; no legs to interfere, just the singular feeling of Deathwing's cock filling her with his seed to bathe her inside once more. Along with that, there was no knot to plug the fluids in; her body tried to hold in as much as possible, but still, hot milky white fluids trickled and splashed at the pool that was growing at his feet, warming her as it continued to shoot out from the inside out. Raelynn was not sure how much more she could take now; she had orgasmed so many times, taken in so much pleasure from the demon lord that even her resilient body was starting to be exhausted. Her breathing now was labored, ragged, and for a few moments as the heroine tried to recollect her mind, the lust began to wear off even as she was skewed tightly over the hilt of her demonic lover's thick cock.

"Let... Let me down," she panted, hissing between gritted teeth as Raelynn groaned, gasping as her shaking fingers clutched at the muscular arms, trying to pry them off of her. How long had she not stood on her own feet, having been pulled off the ground and held at the mercy of the demon's strength? She was tiring now, but still, Raelynn would not stop fighting and her tongue would not stop lashing out at Deathwing as she regained her breath to speak again. "Let me down. I've already bathed in your seed - twice now. You said to hold onto my mind, and I have," she growled against him, round blue eyes holding their normal fierceness within them as she attempted to let the residing pleasure wash over her without any outward effect; Raelynn almost succeeded, but shuddered before renewing her efforts to try and squirm against him. All she was doing though in her efforst was providing additional stimulation as to how her walls tightened and twisted around his ridged pillar, still sunken deep inside of her used body. Perhaps Raelynn still wanted more, but she was adamant that it would not be in this lewd and compromising position where she had nothing to control at all.

More orgasms. In truth, the spellblade had climaxed so many times upon the demon that not only had he lost count, but he'd almost forgotten what it had felt like before her wet sex had trembled and done the primal dance around his spasming cock. He could feel her now, her body suckling upon him, drawing more in more inside. It strengthened his desire, his need, his roar as her drew the woman down hard onto him. He could feel himself splashing and feel her responding, her soaked womb bathing him in a mixture of their juices.

Said juices flowed out, some drizzling down the base of his cock, but most pooling onto the floor below them. Azondious could see the white fluid gathering in a pool below, showing all too visibly the signs of their coupling yet again. He could feel yet more somehow still inside this woman, her entire sex seeming to have become little more than a storage vessel for the hot, frothy mixture of their seed. It continued to run down the little divots of Azondious's member. He could feel every bit of the hot wet anointing him, her virgin essence and his own fluids having thoroughly drenched his shimmering shaft.

The ragged breathing sounded, the only noise for several seconds. His own nearly matched Raelynn's: even a demon lord could not cum with such primal fury without feeling some effects. He couldn't help but chuckle, however, as she protested, feeble fingers prying at her arms. he could feel her mind rallying, but her fuck-drunk body only sloppily obeying. He looked down, seeing those fierce blue eyes. Even now, after that, she still held onto her will. Still, he could feel her shuddering, the trembles shaking through him. For some reason, he had the absolutely magnificent picture of this woman straddled over him, riding his cock with abandon while he watched her swaying form, her bountiful breasts nearly hypnotic. Oh, the positions they had yet to explore, the varieties of sex he could expose her to.

and now she squirmed and struggled. As always: impressive, especially given how tender her insides had to be then. "Let you down?" he said, chuckling darkly. She couldn't escape him without his want, and he had half a mind to take her again, just like that, until she screamed out and begged with more subservience instead of defiance. His cock still surged with barely suppressed desire, after all, and she clearly had not been fucked fully into unconsciousness or submission.

"As you wish," he rumbled. His hands released, and he knew that gravity would pull the girl downward. Particularly as he shifted back, giving her room to do so. The landing would mean that her body would fall into the pool of fluids they'd gathered below, and the demon realized that he had another opportunity here. His hand fell to her shoulder for a moment as he leaned down to her. "Do you still feel the need to challenge me?" he whispered, his voice dark, sinuous. "Do not speak out of some ill-conceived desire to prove yourself the bold champion of light," his whisper was so low that he knew not a one could hear save them. "Should you challenge me yet again before my people you will leave me no choice. I will take you in the most subservient position I can manage. Your face will fall into that pool below us while I drive you through several more of those climaxes, with each blow emphasizing that I am every inch who I say. you will taste my seed and your leakage and know that every bit of it was wrung from your writhing, desperate form. All the while your sharp mind bows before the flood of lust as your body endures more and more orgasms, pushing perhaps even unto the point where it starts to ache with the most exquisite of exhaustion. Even then, I will continue to use your delightful form until your limbs give out and you sprawl onto the floor in orgasmic respite.

"Or, you can now admit to actual defeat, knowing in actuality that you have put me into a position where I have to offer this deal unto you. You will be allowed to rise, to clean yourself, and to begin enjoying the details of my household that have nothing to do with the regular spreading of your legs," he ran his hands along her sex as he did so, drawing his fingers up the well-abused slit, feeling her tender folds with his taloned digits. "The choice, Raelynn, is yours. Choose wisely."

Everything about Raelynn's body now ached at the moment; the adrenaline of the sex was wearing off and with it, the pleasuring feeling of his fluids that had let her ride along the lust for so long. No, all that she was left with was her tender body after having been abused by the thick pillar of flesh Deathwing wielded against her, and the blindfold of lust that had overtaken her senses and mind was beginning to be lifted. Now, the heroine didn't know if she preferred to have it blinding her, covering her eyes to the reality because the reality was she was helpless now. Completely fucked and helpless, and while she was still stretched by the cock to give her some reprisal of pleasure, it wasn't enough any more. All that mattered now was that she wanted control of her life or at least something, anything to reassert herself in the grasp of this demon lord. All her life, all Raelynn knew was to fight for what she wanted, and even now, she was still unbowed to him.

So when he complied, Raelynn was surprised; then, she realized the debachery of what he wanted to do to her now as soon as she looked down moments later. The white pool of their mixed fluids was beneath them, and as soon as her eyes widened and she could feel the thick pillar slide out of her abused walls, Raelynn was ready to protest - only, she didn't get the chance to. Her body no longer effectively obeyed her commands now that they were exhausted, almost trembling; it was completely obscene and particularly lewd as Raelynn barely managed to catch herself on her hands and knees, some of their mixed fluids splashing up her arms and legs, which she scowled and hissed down at it with some returning repulsion amid the wry feeling of the warm seed under her fingers. Yet, it wasn't over yet, hardly so. As soon as she was stirring to stand up, still dripping more of the demon's cum from her slit, the presence of him looming over behind her made Raelynn instinctively freeze defensively, her hands turning into fists and her shoulders tightening up at his touch. Did he want more? She wouldn't doubt it; already, Deathwing had proved himself to be lust and debauchery at its finest, unstoppable in his conquests.

What he said was threatening, a warning to her, and unlike so many empty words before from others, Raelynn was aware that Deathwing would do good to his words, especially with how he whispered them - enticingly terrifying to have the image of her being fucked on her hands and knees by him again, filled with his seed once more. But no, not right now, not even his lust could sway her that way when exhaustion was ruling here at the moment. But of course, Raelynn could still appreciate how good it felt to have him touching her once again, stroking and rubbing his fingers through the soaked folds of her slit that made the heroine instinctively arch her back slightly and let out a low hissing groan that she tried to keep in. No, not right now, just no. Raelynn had to resist him, even if she knew it would feel so good to let him have his way again. She was a strong woman, with a will that was practically unmatched, and Raelynn could not lose that even to Deathwing, now her demonic lover.

So she dared; perhaps in somewhat of defeat, but still with her pride and wits intact even after all that he had done and threatened her with. It was some difficulty to uncurl her fingers and push herself away from the sinful taloned touches of the demon, but she did it, giving Deathwing a perfect view of her ass as she crawled away. Slowly, with aching limbs, it took her a few moments to get herself upright, dripping with the liquid but still acting as if she was stained with none and still pure once Raelynn turned back to the demon lord. She made sure to step out of the liquid, but even then, she stumbled slightly but did not ask or want to rely on Deathwing for any assistance; she didn't expect that he would give it to her either. No, instead, she held herself stiffly as her body dripped with more of his liquid now that she was standing, and her gaze was resolute as she stared at him intently up in the eye.

"I will accept your deal, Deathwing." Raelynn made sure to keep her voice steady, and even that was a challenge as she was still breathing heavily, especially after now that she had pulled herself upright. "But I'm not challenging you. All I'm doing right now is accepting your terms to prove to you that I will not be like anyone else you have fucked into submission. Treat me decently, give me some control whenever we're together, and there won't be any problems among us," she retorted, figuring that what she was saying was logical and reasonable enough that even a lustful demon like Deathwing could understand... Right? "I'm not stupid, and neither are you. You offered me a choice, and I want to look you in the eye and know that you will honor your words as well as your actions. Deal?" Even that much talking at the moment was exhausting to Raelynn, but even as she swayed slightly where she stood, the heroine still found it within her to outstretch her gloved hand to the demon lord, lips pressed tightly against each other.

Still the girl arched as he touched her sensitive areas. Azondious had no doubt that he could wrench another orgasm, nay, several, from this defiant young woman. He could coax the pleasure from her whimpering form until she cried out and lost hold of that strong mind of hers. There was that tilt of power in his direction, and he knew it as he offered up the choice to her.

She pushed away. He tried not to show surprise, but certainly enjoyed the sight of her rounded, swaying ass, her sex dripping fluid with each of her movements. How he longed to forgo even what he said, to spring forward as the sexual predator he so embodied. His hand would seize her hair. He would yank her back, drive her unruly body onto his cock and fuck her till she screamed. he could feel his hand twitching, but his own strong will forbade him, instead forcing him to watch as she somehow managed to get herself upright. She swayed, and he had little doubt that her will more than her body forced her upright. Azondious rose to his own feet, but made no gesture to cover his still throbbing, now glistening erection. He simply folded his arms over his chest, as if the huge club dangling from between his legs was simply another weapon.

She spoke, and immediately spoke of a deal. The demon nearly growled, felt his muscles tightening. She insisted that she didn't challenge, but claimed to accept his terms. She wanted... to be treated decent? he had to raise his brows at that. If by decent she meant "fucked whenever he wanted" then he saw no reason to disagree. He had offered her a choice, true, but he was also a demon. He would be within his rights to grab her and take her yet again. His cock screamed at him to do so, insisting that he give in to his lustfilled side. Except, well, except if he wanted a brainless concubine, he wouldn't have taken this deal. If he thought solely with his throbbing manhood, he never would have gotten as far as this.

Now to choose, choose how their relationship proceeded from there. Did he give in to his lust and take her, thus putting himself permanently above her while rendering her either an enemy out to kill him or a brainless fuck doll for his seed. Or did he find some sort of ground between them.

"Isn't she impressive?" he said to his gathered followers, eyes sweeping where he knew there to be crowds. "How many of you could withstand so many climaxes upon my most glorious weapon and still stand before me, let alone making deals?" They all murmured, several laughed. Azondious stepped forward. "Notice how she no longer denies herself, can't, not with what we all heard. This heroine has struck a deal with a demon lord: she is to be his concubine, and what you have seen here will happen at least with each passing of the sun. But hear this," he turned to address his gathered people, "any who would dare treat her without the respect she has earned on this floor today will be punished. I will strip you of your position. I will fuck you. I will have her fuck you. Then I will let her decide your fate, and we all know how magnanimous Raelynn the spellblade is."

More chuckle and Azondious closed the last gap. He held out his hand. "If these terms suit you, my concubine, take the hand. Then we'll see about getting you cleaned up and rested," his lips twisted in a smile. "after all, we'll be quite busy tonight."

The moments ticked by almost ominously, Raelynn's eyes darting from the demon lord's vividly colored horns to the massive pillar of flesh that still waited there for her to mount again, and then back up to his smoldering gaze, still burning red instead of the bright blue that she had walked into the hall and seen at first. Deathwing still wanted her, wanted to fuck her to the ground, and while now, she also wanted such things, Raelynn knew that she had to stay strong - for herself, to keep herself like this. Had he not previously cooed and enjoyed the way she asserted herself, doing the bold and unexpected to him as well? So would he also accept this offering, not such of a denial but just a compromise between them? Her pride for his lust? Would he?

Raelynn almost let the shuddering sigh of relief go past her lips when she could practically hear the approval in the demon lord's voice, the way he swept out to those peeping disgusting eyes watching them and compliment her with what was that... Pride? He was actually proud of her or was Raelynn just so exhausted now that she was dreaming of what he was saying? Still, she attempted to listen, to pay attention, keep herself stoic even on slightly shaking legs. How she longed to get out of this position, out of this disgusting hall with the pool of their mixed liquids besides them, but she restrained herself still; Raelynn's hand was still outstretching, even it trembled just the slightest.

His terms were just as reasonable as hers, but yet, Raelynn found issue with just two things. Two mere things that probably would not even make a difference to a demon lord like Deathwing, but enough that she wanted to assert herself, know that her own wishes were still being met as it was - small things that could make a huge difference later. So when the demon offered his own taloned hand out to her that had previously ravaged and touched her, Raelynn did not take it at first as she continued to gaze at him steadily, never once looking away from his eyes. "I just have two things, Deathwing. One, that you can fuck your staff however you want, but I do not want to touch them either. Didn't you say that I was yours, so why even have me be intimate with anything else?" she started, her eyes narrowing slightly as a wry feeling rose in her and she pulled a side of her mouth upwards to still give him the smirk she was so famed for, "And second, I'm not your concubine as it doesn't even make sense. Does Deathwing, the demon of lust, have a wife? More aptly, I'm your lover... Or mate or plaything. Take your pick. Just don't be saying bullshit in that I'm a concubine."

There, that was all she had. Raelynn could feel herself breathing heavily again, chest heaving slightly, but she reached out and grasped his hand firmly, giving it a small shake and a confirming nod. "Deal."

That first just amused Azondious. He'd offered her a position of sexual assertiveness and she'd effectively flung it in his face. Or, more intriguingly, had she simply become more enamored of him and his malehood that the thought of being with someone else almost repulsed her? after all, it wasn't as though she would feel the same sensations with any beside he, unless she somehow managed to attract the attention of the very few with his uniquely combined bloodline. The second however, caused him to actually let out a laugh.

Of course he didn't have a wife, and she insisted on utilizing the same terms that he'd demanded of her when his member had been lodged within he sex. The return hadn't gone unnoticed. It did make him quite tempting to label her plaything just to throw it back but, well, playthings didn't make demands quite like this, didn't stand quite as tall, have eyes quite as defiant. "Lover it is," he opted instead, spreading his smile enough to showcase his teeth.

He felt the gloved hand into hers, felt the shake, heard the word. Then he pulled hard. He brought his hand to tilt her mouth upward. He took those defiant lips in his, once more stealing breath and giving fire. He let his hand roll down to her hip, lifting her leg for just a moment, wanting to fully give himself over to the passionate expression. Then just as suddenly as he started, he stepped back, leaving her standing there.

"Do you require assistance in getting to the baths? Or would you rather guide yourself, as you so determinedly did coming here?" he again let the teasing tone enter his voice, eyeing his dazed lover with great amusement. The thought of her attempting to find the baths in her current state, where walking surely had to be something of a chore, amused him greatly. Already, however, he was considering the joys of sharing a bath together. After all, they were lovers... but he did have tasks to attend to first...