Xatagar's Lair (Lord DreamCrusher x LataPaine)

[Lord DreamCrusher]

The rumbling of moving stone reverberated through the complex as each room moved and shifted in strange and unpredictable ways. This place was a maze, a proper labyrinth that a mundane engineer could only dream of matching without the aid of magic. Long ago it had been the doorstep of the powerful and reclusive mage known as Azrugal the Mad whom, while perfectly sane in truth, had no time for the petty concerns of the commonfolk and took to increasingly complex measures in order to secure his peace of mind. These shifting rooms were meant to confuse all unwanted visitors from reaching the entrance to his equally underground tower but to Xatagar this place was his prison.

Xatagar was a demon, or at least he was the essence of a demon. Pulled from the abyss by the late wizard and bound into the body of an unfortunate minotaur, Xatagar was enslaved to wander these halls and peacefully escort any visitors outside. It was a pitiful task and equally insulting that a demon such as he would be locked into functioning as a simple guard, yet it had been done and so he had served for centuries in this solemn tomb. Azrugal had long since died though and the magic that bound him to this place had been slowly fading. No long did he have to be passive and peaceful, he could do as he pleased to any who came this way, but he was still bound to the area all the same which had prevented him from making good on the dwindling control.

As far as he knew this labyrinth had been long forgotten with no one to even consider delving its depths. Because of this Xatagar had been left to sit and stew, unable to die and find release from this suffering and yet unable to sate his lust for violence or the carnal urges that welled within his physical form. He of all beings who had once been called the Mindbreaker on account of his penchant and skill at bringing women to heel at his behest, now left to wander the halls of this dilapidated place and lament his lot in life. This would be the day that things changed, even if he did not yet know it.

As the mighty minotaur walked through his favored room, the one room that did not shift and move as it held the entrance to the tower, he looked upward to the cracks in the cavern ceiling which beamed down the light of the day and illuminated the waterfall that provided this place with a steady source of fresh water. It allowed him to slake his thirst and clean himself whenever he cared enough to bother but mainly he came here for the glimpse of the outside world, the hope of a better future and the carnage he would inflict once he got loose. A feeling pulsed through his thickly muscled chest. Faint at first, almost imperceptible, but it began to grow.

He knew this sensation well as it foretold the presence of magical power, something he had felt within Azrugal's being so long ago and something that he knew to manipulate so long as the individual was incompetent in erecting their defensive wards. The growing meant it was coming closer, he could scarcely believe it but someone was approaching this foul place and towards their doom if he had anything to say about it. Reaching to the straps of his very limited armor, ensuring that his pauldrons, arm-guards, and leg-guards were secured, he quickly grabbed his two-headed axe and focused his senses outward to try and find this person. No matter what was coming, be it creature or man, he would savor the moments of their destruction. And, if he was truly lucky, they'd be a halfway decent female that he could fuck with the monstrously thick cock that this body had given him. The one that rested just behind the loose loincloth that hung from his waist and protected what little modesty he had.

 

[LataPaine]

Armelle Urbain has been on the run for some time ever since she has been dethroned, running for her life. Because she has long since lost her powers due to a curse, her previous enemies don’t even need to hunt her down. Her body radiates pure energy, turning her into a lure for monsters that would love to feast upon her tender, dark flesh, but because her power is bottled up within her, it does allow her some enhanced healing, and a longer lifespan. Though, being alive to endure so much pain could be considered hell.

With her horned crown gone, and clothes in tatters, she now roams the world in a hooded cloak. Because of her curse, she has no choice other than to keep moving. She doesn’t know what creature is lurking out there that’s waiting to pounce, and absorb her power to make it its own. There were a few times when her life was about to end, and as she walks barefoot through the dirt and mud, she can’t help but wonder if she should have let the beasts have her, so that her suffering may end, but because of her healing ability, such an end would be drawn out for quite some time.

With it raining, she’s currently seeking shelter. “Blasted rain… Damn the fools for having cast me out… When I regain my powers, I will return, and take my throne back… I will make them pay…” She mutters while wandering deeper into a thick forest of massive trees, looking quite miserable while struggling to keep her cloak closed to keep the cold rain from coming in contact with her bare skin. When hearing a loud howl coming from a short distance away, the look of anger quickly fades to that of fear. “Oh, no… I have to get out of here…” She says with a trembling tone to her voice, fearing that more beasts have found her.

With bare feet slapping against mud, she travels deeper into the forest, losing her way in the process. After some time, she can hear the trotting of four-legged creatures following behind, but before they can catch up, she notices what appears to be an entrance to a cave. Seeing no other way, she uses what’s left of her strength in her legs, and dashes towards the cave entrance. “Almost there…!” She says with a louder tone to her voice, feeling her heart racing. She doesn’t know what waits for her within the cave, but she assumes it can’t be worse than whatever it was that’s chasing her.

Running deep into the cave for a few minutes, she looks behind, and when she sees that the entrance has disappeared, she stops as a confused look forms across her face. “Wh-What…? What’s going on…? There was light behind me before, right…?” She says with sounding so very confused, but at the same time, very relieved since she can’t hear the sounds of fast footsteps coming from behind her. She continues on deeper into the cave, though, and the deeper she goes, the weirder it got. The walls turn from dirt and rock to that of stone bricks, and it isn’t long until she’s completely lost within the massive labyrinth. Getting disoriented, and feeling exhausted from the chase, she finally stops and leans against a wall before sinking down to the hard ground. “I’ll just rest here a bit…” She says while sitting upon her right hip, panting heavily while attempting to regain her strength.

 

[Lord DreamCrusher]

No sooner than Armelle had entered the confines of the labyrinth did Xatagar know it. He felt the pulse within his body that allowed him to turn his head and focus in upon the direction that the intruder was resting. Of course, one downside to the dwindling spells upon him was that he couldn't precisely pinpoint her location like he used to be able to but that was certainly not going to stop him from seeking this individual out and savoring whatever fun he deemed appropriate.

Setting off with weapon in hand, the mighty beast's hooves dug into the dirt that had crept into the place over the long years and propelled his muscular frame forward. The rooms had settled down for the moment and he intrinsically knew the arrangement as Azrugal had created a complicated pattern, but a pattern nonetheless. This meant that his mind had been able to decipher said pattern eventually and navigate things flawlessly even without magical assistance. It would take him some time to narrow down her location of course but, for the moment, she wasn't exactly going anywhere.

From Armelle's perspective the room was made of smoothed, limestone brick that held a light tan or almost soft yellow color to it. Sparsely decorated upon the walls were sconces that held ever-burning torches of magical flame which crackled like any normal example but simply would not produce heat or cause harm. Many of these scones had long since been damaged or decayed however, so what light they provided could not pierce all the darkness of the enclosed interior and left the place eerily dim. The floors had mostly been coated in uneven layers of soil due to a combination of erosion and natural shifting of the cave system in question, but even so often there would be patches that revealed the stone beneath that was identical to that of the walls and ceilings. Otherwise these rooms and halls were spartan with no symbols or markings of any kind to decorate them. The silence was uncanny and the air weighed heavy upon her form.

The silence would eventually be broken as the maze rearranged itself once more. The loud, grinding sounds of the rooms changing locations were accompanied by the sudden shift in the room she was in. The rumbling vibrations distrubed the dirt and dust as well as caused the flames in the sconces to shift to one side as if pulled by an invisible hand. Through the doorways she'd see the brief glimpses of movement that were so difficult to discern and after a few minutes everything would stop, a few lingering thuds coming from the distance as the last rooms oriented themselves into their new pattern. The silence encroached again just as before, but this time there was a steady rhythmic sound that was growing louder. The heavy beat of the minotaur's footfalls as his weight rumbled the ground beneath him. He knew she was close, it was simply a matter of time as far as he was concerned.

 

[LataPaine]

Armelle sits there on the ground, steadily catching her breath with her shoulder resting against the wall. With the danger of beasts appearing to have disappeared, she’s gradually starting to let her guard down. Even as exhausted as she is, she continues to keep her eyes locked on the entrance of the room she entered. Having been chased by different creatures before, she knows she can’t completely let her guard down. Her elven ears will even twitch every now and then, listening to the slightest of sounds.

While trying to stay alert, she can feel her eyelids growing heavy with each passing moment, and just as it looks as if her eyes are about to completely close, she feels a sudden vibration coming from around her. “W-What’s going on…?!” She says loudly as she stumbles back onto two feet, starting to hear rumbling as well. Her eyes widen with shock and confusion, feeling the ground beneath her feet moving. Just as her hazy eyes focuses on the entrance once again, it looks as if the walls are shifting and turning. She can even feel the room itself moving as well, rotating and changing position as dirt and dust fall from the walls and ceiling.

She makes sure to keep herself leaning against the wall she was resting on, making sure she doesn’t lose her balance while the massive maze changes. Once she feels everything settle down, she pulls herself away from the wall and steps out of the room. “What just happened…?” She mutters as she steps into the newly formed hallway, looking so very freaked out and confused. “Where’s the way back…?!” Her voice grows louder as she starts walking down the hall, trying to find the cave entrance she used to enter the labyrinth, and while she searches, she notices heavy footsteps coming from close by.

She can hear something large making its way towards her, obviously sounding different from the creatures that were hunting her. “I… I have to get out of here!!” She yells out as she starts dashing in the opposite direction of the creature, panting heavily while she does so. She can hear the heavy footsteps growing louder with each passing second, sounding almost as if he’s right on top of her as the sounds bounce off the walls. She can feel her heart racing, fearing what may happen if such a creature would get its hands on her.

Unfamiliar with the workings of the maze, she finds herself reaching a dead end. “No, no, no, no!!! This can’t be happening!!” She yells out as she runs up the wall, desperately scratching at it in an attempt to find a way through it. When she hears that the creature is behind her, she slowly turns around to face him. Getting a good look at him now, the look of terror can be plainly seen in her wide eyes. “Haaah… Haaah… Haaahh…!” She pants heavily as she presses her back against the wall, and sinks down to the floor. With him as big as he is, she understands very well there is no getting around him as she sits there with legs stretched out and slowly bent at the knees. “Is this it…? Am I going to die…?!” She thought while the beastly creature towers over her, tilting her head back as he makes his way towards her location.

 

[Lord DreamCrusher]

The first sign of his presence was small yet terribly ominous as his glowing red eyes peered through the darkness and caught sight of Armelle. Xatagar couldn't believe his luck that the intruder had not only been caught so deeply within the maze so quickly, but that they were also a female. A pulse surged through his body as the pent-up lust flared and already he felt his cock eager to swell and engorge at the opportunity to finally have an outlet. At the same time he felt the power within her from her bound up magic and although he couldn't tell her circumstance just yet, he knew her value plainly should he be able to keep her around and complacent.

The shadowy haze of his towering outline appeared next to show just how big he really was. Standing some eight feet tall, Xatagar's body was thick with rippling muscle and each heavy step that he took only provided her a clearer view. Thick, brown fur coated his body and two large, slightly curved horns extended upwards from his skull with the torchlight revealing the ivory color of them as he finally stepped into the illuminated radius. The minotaur was near completely naked as well with only his shoulders, forearms, and legs covered with plated armor while a ragged leather loincloth scarcely concealed his manhood. That said, the bulge that pressed into the material was growing larger as his cock slipped free from his sheath and began to droop downward. Even in a flaccid state it was monstrously thick and long, more than enough to break mind and body of a humanoid victim such as her.

Scraping the blade of his weapon against the stone wall produced a small shower of sparks but he stopped a few feet away, unsure if the magic inside of her could be used against him at this point and it was better to use caution rather than risk losing such a wonderful prize. So instead he spoke up with a voice so deep and booming that it reverberated off of the enclosed walls and, if he so chose to raise his volume, could easily bring the labyrinth and all occupants within to tremble and shake. "And what have we here? An intruder within my home? It's been a long time since I've seen another...and such a beautiful elf you are too. How will you pay for trespassing?" There of course was a small gap between his legs that she might be able to slip through if she was quick and lucky due to the fact that he stood in a wide stance, ready for battle. However such a path would undoubtedly bring her close to his groin as well and Xatagar was well ready for her to try, it was a trick he had utilized many times before to outwit foolish individuals.

 

[LataPaine]

Armelle’s eyes widen even further with each step the massive beast takes, practically feeling the hard, stone ground around her vibrating as his hooved feet clops down. She can even see a pebble here and there jumping, looking like a little jumping bean as he makes his way towards her direction. The closer her got, the better she can see him, seeing every bulging muscle and animalistic feature. When he drags his weapon against the wall, she sparks help show off his beastly appearance, brightening him up further where the torches aren’t able to light up.

Glancing lower, her violet eyes notices something bulging and hanging behind the loincloth. Even in the dim light, she can get a good idea of what’s growing, and as he gets closer, she can practically pick up his musk that’s now looming in the musty air. Hearing his booming voice reverberates through her body, further giving her a sense of dread while she sits there feeling so very helpless. If she still had her powers, she may have stood a chance, but she as he towers over her, she understands there isn’t anything she can do to stop him from doing anything he wants with her.

She can feel her heart racing, and as her body temperature rises, sweat glistens from her forehead. She has felt terrified and helpless before, but she has never felt like a lesser being than she does now. It takes her a brief moment to fight off her fear, allowing her to move once again as she steadily forces herself to stand on two feet. Even as she stands before the massive beast, the size difference is quite obvious. With her standing before him, she once again glances down when seeing his loincloth moving, watching as it slowly begins to rise.

“G-Get away, you foul beast!!” She suddenly blurts out before charging in his direction after noticing that the only way she can get away from him is through his legs. With him standing as wide as he is, there didn’t appear to be any way around him from his left or right. Normally, she wouldn’t just charge straight on at an enemy, but she just couldn’t think of any other way of escaping. Fearing the beast by devour her or worse, she makes an attempt to move in between his legs, feeling his girthy manhood rubbing against her shoulder as she does so.

 

[Lord DreamCrusher]

He couldn't help but chuckle at the combination of her fear and the stammering words that she spoke as if they'd make any difference. Xatagar didn't have too much time to savor the moment however as she took the bait and brushed against his dangling cock in a twisted form of foreplay for him. The trick here was not to close his legs together quickly, that could often cause lasting damage due to the strength of this thighs, but instead he twisted around and shifted the grip on his axe to his right hand as the lumbering weapon came around and planted on the ground just behind himself. Head down with the flat part facing Armelle she'd simply have no where to go but straight into the the metal if she couldn't stop herself in time and this was all the opportunity he needed to step backwards and put her right in his sights again.

As his shaft rolled over her shoulder again from the opposite direction he reached down with his left hand and grasped at her throat with the speed of a viper. Minotaur bodies weren't the most agile but they packed plenty of speed to compliment their strength and he had spent many years learning just how far he could push this form. "You aren't going anywhere! This is my domain and I take all that I desire! Maybe I should eat you and savor the blood and flesh of your body? Maybe I should rip you in two and see how long you can survive without your legs?" All things he'd certainly love to do but her fate was already decided in his mind and this was simply intimidation to make her understand exactly who she was dealing with. "I am Xatagar the Mindbreaker and you will never leave this place, elf."

He let go of his weapon and allowed it to clatter upon the floor as he brought his right hand around to grasp at her outfit, or what was left of it anyway. Being careful not to rend her flesh, Xatagar clenched his hand upon the fabric and pulled with enough force to shred it from her body in one swift motion. "You will not need clothing in my home. Obey me and submit or suffer my wrath. I felt your power from the moment you stepped into this place and I will take it for my own use. Your body will exist to serve my needs, your consent is not necessary." Staring her down and reveling in his power over Armelle would only heighten the lust that burned in his veins and it would be at this time that his stiffening cock would force the leather of his loincloth to shift aside and reveal his manhood proper.

A terrifyingly thick, black shaft extended out from an animalistic sheath with a few pink splotches of coloration upon the length. As it rose steadily upwards towards full mast she'd be able to notice in the flickering torchlight that his crown was relatively flat and wide just like a horse. The tip came to a slightly rounded point that was uneven in that the top held the point of the leathery skin and just below that was the protruding tube of his urethra that was already starting to ooze out a sticky and clear dollop of precum. Below all of this was a pair of huge balls of the same coloration that begged the question of how he could even walk without unbalancing himself, the way they bulged outward suggested that they were swollen and extra full; just waiting to provide her with their contents. "Cry and scream, no one will hear you here but me. The more your resist though and the more I'll make it hurt." Though it was going to hurt no matter what she did as he did so love causing pain.

 

[LataPaine]

Just as it’s starting to look as if she’s home free, Armelle watches as something large, heavy, and metal come slamming down onto the ground in front of her. Because of momentum, she couldn’t slow herself down fast enough, and ends up bumping against the hilt and the flat metal of the massive axe. With it being held down against the ground by the powerful creature, there was no hope of moving it with her own body weight as she stands there leaning against it looking dazed from the collision while facing him.

Her eyes widen, and her body shudders when feeling something large move across her shoulders and back, reminding her of what she felt. She makes an attempt to get around the weapon, but only feel large fingers wrapping around her slender neck, pressing lightly against her throat. She immediately brings her hands up to grab the much larger hand, trying to pry herself free while he hints at what her dire fate could be as long as she’s there with him. After hearing explain the possibilities of what he could do to her, and watching as his weapon falls to the ground, she starts struggling harder against him.

“L-Let…! Let g-go!! NhaAah!!” She tries to say before feeling him grabbing the back of her clothing, feeling him pulling back hard to rip it from her dark, slender form. Her body jerks back like that of a rag doll, really feeling how powerful the beast is compared to her as well as his fingers pressing against her throat to block the flow of air for a moment. Red welts can be seen left behind here and there where the fabric was pulled, caused by the rough friction.

Now completely naked except for her boots, she hangs there by his hand in full view as she coughs and tries to catch her breath. A little saliva can be seen escaping her quivering lips as she stares up at the towering creature, and soon feels something long and large stroking up against her thighs and tummy. Glancing down nervously, she can see the massive head of the beast’s meat, watching as precum starts steadily oozing from the tip. She can’t help but look at the throbbing object with a mixture of fear and disgust, knowing full well what the massive creature plans to do with it.

“L-Let go!! D-Don’t you dare touch me with that!! Get away, you monster!!” She yells out loudly while she continues her pathetic struggles while desperately trying to pull his hand from around her slender neck. While struggling though, the welts on her body can be seen fading away, showing that her body has quite the healing ability even while not having access to the power she used to be able to use as a weapon. “Unhand me!!” She starts kicking out her boot clad feet, hoping to hit anything that would allow her to free herself of his vice-like grip on her throat.

 

[Lord DreamCrusher]

Her struggling was truly quite pathetic and she barely shifted within his grasp despite her best attempts. Even her flailing legs only managed to strike at his lower thighs and the thick, corded muscle that rested beneath his furry exterior was not bothered in the slightest by the impacts of her boots. "I will do much more than touch you with it." He proclaimed, voice still booming and echoing across the stone walls. He eyed the way that her skin repaired the damage that his fingers already did with interest, humming in a curious fashion even as he pushed her down onto her back.

"I feel the magic that wells within you and I see it healing your body yet you chose not to wield it against me. I will learn all about you in time, though that power will serve you well in surviving my cock." With his left hand still pinning her against the loose dirt on the floor his right hand worked to grip her legs and pull them apart while he pushed her down, moving to ensure that she had no choice but to allow his body access towards her sex as he began to press the underside of his shaft against her feminine folds. His thick fur was somewhat comfortable to feel upon her skin but his musky scent was overpowering in such close proximity, his hot breath blowing against her face and further forcing her to inhale the stench of death that hung within his maw. His teeth were sharp and pointed like small daggers and the wide, flat tongue that rested within was dripping with saliva that poured from his lips and onto her face. "I haven't fucked a helpless woman for over three centuries. I will savor every moment of this."

Following his words Xatagar extended his tongue and rolled it over her face, starting from her chin and going all the way up to her hairline. His right hand was busy too as it groped her left breast and squeezed hard, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger before he pulled it back slowly and allowed the resistance of her flesh to force it from his grip. Glowing red eyes watched as her breast snapped back into place and jiggled in a tantalizing fashion but he simply had no patience for any more foreplay, not after all these long years, and his right hand gripped his shaft so that he could guide his tip towards the opening of her pussy. He could tell that she would have no easy time accommodating his girth as he pushed against her folds but he didn't care. The worst possible outcome was that she would die and he would find release at last, though with the way that her magic soothed the pains of his grip he suspected she'd be much more resilient than most.

 

[LataPaine]

Everything that Armelle’s feet comes in contact with barely flinches as she continues her pathetic struggles against him, feeling like she’s being held there by a living statue as she desperately tries to free herself. Just listening to his voice just seems to reverberate through her body. It almost feels like her brain is vibrating within her skull, making her feel dizzy and nauseous while she’s being practically held up by her neck before being forced to lie on the ground. She has encountered many dangerous creatures before, but none of them compare to what she’s dealing with right now as she feels his eyes roaming over her curvy figure.

Squirming on the hard, stone floor, she feels his right hand getting to work, feeling them forcing her legs to open for him while he brings himself down upon her. Her thighs open wider as he mounts her, feeling his furry hips rubbing against her soft skin. She inhales and shudders hard when feeling the underside of his long shaft rubbing against her slit, really telling her what’s about to happen as he gets into position on top of her. “This can’t be happening!” She screams in her head, feeling as if she’s losing her mind. She almost rather be torn apart by animals than to be violated by such a vile creature.

With his body bigger than her own, he practically envelops her as he brings his face down just an inch away. Breathing in his breath and musk, she heaves deeply, and also grows dizzier. It almost feels as if her mind is swimming as she’s getting overwhelmed by so many different sensations. Feeling his thick, foul saliva dripping on her face, she tries jerking her head from side to side, but with him as close as he is, there is no way to avoid the drips as they land upon her lips, and chin. Even while in such a dire situation, she continues to try to pull on the hand that still has a firm grip around her neck, but she’s still unable to feel him budge as he declares that he will be violating her.

“St-Stop!! Nmm!! Get off!” She screams out after feeling his tongue dragging up her face, really getting the stink of his breath on her skin as his saliva glistens. Everything she tries to do is pointless, finding such a situation impossible to escape from while feeling his large hand groping, and pulling on her plump tit. When feeling him pulling on her nipple, she gives out a louder whimper, and then flinches when he releases it, feeling the fatty mound of flesh bouncing and jiggling before settling back down upon her ribs.

“If you don’t get…! If you…! Nm!! I’ll…!” The once high and mighty rule tries to make threats that would usually scare any typical man, but as she feels him pulling his hips back, and aiming his manhood to her little slit, her eyes widen, and she immediately rolls her eyes back to the sensation of something large forcing her to accept him into her body. “NAAhaaAh!!” She screams out at the top of her lungs as she’s being slowly stuffed by his massive girth, tilting her head back and arching her trembling body as she feels her slit stretching, and even tearing just to accommodate his size.

Never before has she experienced such pain, feeling inch after inch being forced deep inside her cunt. She has had sexual partners in the past, but none compare to what she’s feeling, feeling like someone is driving their balled fist into her. Tears flow freely from her eyes, and as he brings his hips in closer, her thighs open wider and her feet can be seen rising up in the air. A bulge can be seen protruding from her flat tummy, working up her body until she feels the massive head pressing against the even tinier cervix. With in her boots, her toes curl, struggling to endure the mind-numbing pain she’s being forced to experience.

As she’s being split in two, fresh blood can already be seen oozing out from around the beast’s throbbing cock, traveling down over her virgin pucker before dripping onto the ground from between her ass cheeks. Screaming as loudly as she is, she can’t even get out another word, getting completely consumed in the sensation of having her insides stretched and torn just so that she may be his living sheath. If she could think straight, she would be begging for death, but because of her enhanced healing abilities, her body is rapidly regenerating, keeping her alive, and even conscious enough to experience every agonizing moment while he has his fun with her soft, juicy flesh. “Gaah!!” When his cock does beat against the entrance to her womb, she suddenly vomits right then and there, making a bit of a mess on her face and the floor above her. The combination of incredible pain, and horrible smell was just too much for her all at once.

 

[Lord DreamCrusher]

He groaned out deep and long as his tip sunk into her warm depths, stretching her body past its natural limitations and drawing blood from the tearing of her inner walls. The tightness only furthered his pleasure as inch after thick inch pushed deeper and indeed he felt such a satisfying measure of enjoyment from her suffering that his mind was lost in a daze, eyes unfocused and struggling to stay open while he violated her pussy. That was, until he bottomed out and felt his wide tip pushing against the entrance to her womb.

Xatagar's face jerked back as her vomit caught him off guard but he recognized the situation quickly and turned her head to the side, ensuring that she didn't choke to death on her own stomach contents. "Such a weak and pathetic one you are to be reduced to such a quivering, crying mess from just the initial penetration." With how tightly her walls squeezed around his length he could all but feel his heartbeat through his shaft. "I feel the magic coursing through you, you can't control it can you? Oh what a perfect gift I've been given this day after all these years."

The mess that she made did not bother him in the slightest nor even truly give him pause. Blood was something he savored as a demon and even this limiting body that he inhabited of a minotaur craved flesh, craved meat to consume. The hot, flowing liquid that coated his shaft only served to help lubricate her as far as he was concerned and the bile that coated her face and right shoulder was of no concern; kissing was not high on his priorities to begin with and his face didn't truly allow for that sort of thing anyway even had he wanted to. "You are powerless and worthless outside of serving my cock. Suffer in delicious agony and submit to your rightful place."

With that spoken aloud he pulled his hips back and felt the wonderful tugging efforts of her passage as it acted like it didn't want to let him go. With only a few inches remaining inside her pussy he'd push forwards once more, this time having a bit easier of a go as he thrust completely until his tip pressed against her cervix once more. Again and again he'd repeat this process at a somewhat slow pace, taking the time to enjoy every sensation that her pussy gave his massive cock while he stretched her out and got her ready for the rougher, wilder things yet to come. He could feel the steady leaking of his precum flowing into her depths constantly and of course he could see the bulging visage of his dick within her abdomen every time he cared to glance downward. For the most part though his glowing red eyes would stare into Armelle's own, holding her neck and chin so that she could not look away from his terrifying face save for any moments in which she would be pushed to vomit again.

 

[LataPaine]

As Armelle vomits, she feels fingers shifting a little up her neck to press to the side of her head, forcing her face to turn so that she’s able to cough up the rest of the bile from her mouth onto the floor. She gasps heavily for air, lying there in complete agony with her tight cunt stuffed so deeply with massive, throbbing meat. With her insides as stretched out as they are by his girth, she can feel the thick veins along the shaft throbbing against the sensitive inner walls. She can literally feel his heart beat through his cock, feeling how powerful and fast it’s moving as blood continues to rush through it to keep him long and hard through their first brutal coupling.

The poor woman is struggling to think straight while she lies there feeling as if she’s being split in two, ever before feeling a pain like what she’s experiencing right now as her insides tear while blood steadily trickles from her overly stretched slit. Her body continues to tremble hard under him as he continues to belittle, and mock her, showing she’s struggling to adjust to the agonizing pain regardless of how her flesh is continuously regenerating to keep her alive throughout the whole process of getting violently violated by the savage beast.

“G-Get…! St-StommMm!! AanmAam!!” Before she can even try to speak, she feels him pulling back, causing her to cry out in agony while tilting her head back and arching her trembling body. With her as tight as she is, it feels almost as if her insides are being pulled out along with him. Her eyes roll back while struggling to endure the tight friction, feeling more of her soft, moist flesh tearing. As he continues to pull out of her, crimson can be seen coated all around his long, thick shaft. Fresh blood would trickle down and over her anus, but also drip from his cock in general, creating red specks all over the ground below.

“Haahh!! Haaahm!! Nmgh! Haaggm!! NaAAgnm!!” Just when she felt only a few inches was left inside her, she suddenly feels him thrust into her hard. Her body practically folds inward slightly from the impact as he fills her so quickly and firmly while he keeps her pinned in place. She’s given no time to adjust or get used to him as he starts to fuck her, feeling him pulling back, but only to thrust back inside, feeling like she’s being given a punch to the gut each time thanks to the size and shape of the head of his monstrous manhood.

The poor woman has no choice other than to look into the eyes of the creature violating her so painfully, leaving her no choice other than to remember who’s the one doing such a horrible thing to her. With each powerful thrust, her feet and legs would sway in the air, moving along with his rhythm. Her insides were already sounding so moist thanks to her blood and natural juices, but as precum starts to fill her, she’s really starting to sound extra squishy as he pulverizes her tender cunt into a painful oblivion with so much blood just drooling out of her.

She grasps desperately at his thick, muscular arm, looking so pathetic while he has his way with her soft, elven flesh. It isn’t long until the strong scent of her own blood starts to fill her nose, adding to her nausea as her stomach churns. With him thrusting so deeply, it almost feels as if he could be fucking her stomach with how her flat tummy would bulge and stretch. As he continues to use her as his juicy flesh light, his precum can be seen starting to froth around her overly stretched and torn slit due to the heat he’s creating through friction. The longer he fucks her, the harder it is for her to even form a coherent thought, only focusing on how painful it is to feel something so huge being forced into her body again and again as her saliva drools freely from her screaming mouth.

 

[Lord DreamCrusher]

If he wasn't so easily able to see that she was beyond the means of understanding any further words then the immense pleasure of her tight, gripping walls was more than enough to flood his mind and prevent him from seeking to focus on anything other than his carnal desires. The way that her walls seemed to meld around his invading shaft with every stroke was only made better by the fact that he truly believed she would survive this whereas a lesser individual would have long had her pussy torn asunder for good. The smell of blood filled his nostrils all the same and made his stomach rumble in hunger, how good would she taste between his teeth? How wonderful would her lifeblood be at quenching his lust for killing? Those questions would not be answered, not when she had so much value to him as a fucktoy, but he could not stop from thinking about such things all the same.

It was perhaps a good thing for Armelle then that Xatagar had been denied sex for so long as that meant his pent up nature made him far quicker to blow than normal. Soon enough, far sooner than typical, he could already feel the budding pressure beginning to rise as his orgasm approached. Long gone were the days that the demon could ravage a slut for days without bringing himself to climax simply in order to deny his victims any sense of relief or enjoyment. No, this mortal body was far more restricted upon such things but at this point he couldn't care less; not when it felt so good.

In the heat of the moment he had one last decision to make and, for better or for worse, he couldn't deny the temptation to push into the woman's deepest depths. His thrusts did not truly increase in speed but the power that he gave her rose steadily as his tip hammered against her cervix again and again. He wasn't sure if her body could handle such punishment but he wanted nothing more than to breach the woman's womb with his fat, blunted tip as a proverbial battering ram fit to ruin her if it weren't for the fact that the magic within her sought to keep her alive. "Nhhh! You are going to....mmmph...take it all you worthless bitch!" The pressure built and built as he slammed into her, the crescendo of his pleasure and her pain in a perfect cocktail to delight his senses. Then, in the last waking moments as his shaft all but scraped her pussy's walls from her canal, he felt it.

Beyond all reason his repeated strikes had weakened the muscles and slowly he felt her womb relent to his cock head. The sensation of her cervix stretching around his fat head seemed to make time stop around him for a few moments as the pleasure he was already savoring became amplified at least tenfold. A few more inches of his length slipped into her body with a loud squishing sound and that was more than enough to push him over the edge. All at once his body shivered as his balls clenched tightly against her ass for the first time and his shaft flexed in a rippling fashion to pump the first might spurt of hot cum into the depths of her body that no dick was ever meant to feel.

The first spurt was followed immediately by a second and then a third, his manhood blasting her womb white with the full contents of his balls fit to cause her to overflow within moments. All the while his crown flared out inside of her, stretching her womb even more as it tried to help keep his cum inside her but there was simply no way that her body could handle his prodigious load as the excess spewed out around his meaty length and gushed from her ruined cunt onto the ground beneath them like a waterfall of sticky white. Still staring hard into Armelle's eyes, Xatagar could but groan deep and satisfied as he worked to truly drain his thick contents of his swollen sack into her pussy; or at least to divulge as much as a single orgasm would allow him to in any case. "Ughh! If you...survive this...mmm...then I'm never letting you...leave."

 

[LataPaine]

Armelle’s mind is practically being turned to mush with each stroke of the massive cock, being forced to focus all of her mental attention on the sensation of something massive tearing through her tight, soft walls over and over again. She barely looks as if she’s fully aware anymore as she stares deeply into the eyes of the beast that’s ripping apart her tender insides, lying there drooling as her body is rocked back and forth under him. She has felt pain when attacked by other demons and wild beasts before, but nothing seems to compare to what she’s experiencing right now as fresh blood is being drawn out of her when he pulls his hips back to drive himself back into her deeply and mercilessly.

Feeling him pounding into her harder, it feels as if she’s getting the wind knocked out of her lungs. “Agn! Ngam!! Aahg!!” She cries out loudly, spitting up what’s left over of the contents of her stomach onto the ground. She feels him driving himself harder, feeling like she’s receiving hard punches to the gut, but from the inside. If it wasn’t for the magic that’s constantly healing her, she very likely would have passed out by now from the pain alone. She has no choice other than to endure pure agony, feeling the tiny entrance to her womb getting tenderized before it finally tears open.

Feeling her cervix split and tear, her eyes roll back into her head as she gives out a loud shriek of pain that echoes throughout the maze. Her feet rise up high in the eye once again, reacting to the horrible sensation of soft flesh tearing apart, being forced to accept the last few inches of his massive meat as he punches his way into her fresh womb. She feels him fucking her still, very likely feeling as if she’s fucking two holes at the same time. With her cervix torn apart, more blood can be seen being pulled out of her whenever he draws his length back, really coating him in dark crimson, and when he thrusts back in, he gets the good coat around her thighs and ass.

Agonizing moments later, she feels another new sensation. She feels a horrible heat and sting as he unleashes his hot cream directly into her womb. Even when he has stopped moving his hips, her body can be seen trembling hard, reacting to the pressure as her tummy is getting filled to the brim with his seed. Her belly can be seen bulging even more, growing with each powerful spurt, but before her stomach can expand any further, the rest gushes out from around her overly stretched, torn slit. Streaks of red can be seen mixed in, gradually turning pink as a large creamy puddle forms below her raised ass.

Bloated, and in agonizing pain, she finally releases the horrid beast’s hairy arms, letting her hands fall limply on the ground. Having lost quite a bit of blood, her dark skin looks far paler than she did in the beginning. Fortunately, or unfortunately, the magic that courses through her is already working on healing her, keeping her alive whether she wants to be or not. As she finally blacks out, her thighs open completely as her muscles completely loosens up around the creature. When he finally does pull out of her, she twitches and flinches a bit as an audible wet pop is heard coming out of her. It looked as if her womb was about to be torn out of her along with him, but the magic that’s keeping her alive pulls the stretched flesh back inside.

As she slumbers, her body would continue to do its work, restoring her to the point it looks as if she was never torn apart by him. Her belly would deflate as well as a mixture of cum and blood dribbles out of her and onto the ground, but what her healing magic won’t do is remove what remains in her healed womb. Fortunately for her, though, she wasn’t ovulating just yet. It may be a few sessions before her body can become fully accumulated to such a mating experience. Until her flesh finally adapts, her body will continue to restore itself back to before he took her as his living cock sleeve.