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Summoning Regrets [Hard Rape, Anthro, Mind Break] (Hapto x Sacrahlicous)

Her stomach cramped almost painfully as the snake that dwelled within her moved, shifting and flexing within her stomach, the creatures outline clearly imprinted along the walls of her stomach as it moved within, and rolled over itself. Tearing groans from her lips that soon turned to a ear piercing cry as the serpent soon worked its way into her bowels, and along the tract of her anus.

Panting heavily She trembled at the torment the snakes were causing on her. Her eyes squeezing as tight as they could manage. Her mind wavering. As the snake in her ass began to expand it made the helpless girl begin to buck her hips. Loud cries tearing from her lips. Her eyes snapping wide, her hips squirming. Each movement making her hips play over the lord demons tongue. her hips bucking against his mouth as he lick furiously on her exposed clit.

"Yes anything please just make it all stop. Allow me release."She sobed as her hips bucked against his ever tormenting tongue. Her body trembling. Tears poured hotly like liquid silver along her pale cheeks. She was embarrassed, humiliated by her breaking down. To her surrender. She couldn't take being on the verge of release. constantly on the line of being released but never spilling over. "Anything you want"She begged needily, desperately
 
Everything continues at the same pace, not letting up, still driving her mad with the agonizing pleasure. The voice continues in her head, its tone mockingly gleeful: "Say the magic word - 'beg.' Beg your master for release," it lashes over her clit faster, pounds her harder than ever, "and you shall have it."
 
Her breathing grew quick, raspy pants, as her body shook with the intensity of her borderline release. that sat on the edge. Beg for it? HJe wanted her to feel more ashamed, more embarrassed to give herself fully to him. She swallowed as she bucked her hips. her breathing quick and steady. Her ass and sex tensing and pulsing with the need of the release. Closing her eyes her jaw tensed as she spoke through set teeth. "Master please i beg you, let me release, allow me to cum. please master"She hissed through her teeth as all the intense feelings burned overbearingly so within her body. Her body feeling as though she was about to explode and catch on fire.
 
The demon's voice smiles: "This time, you don't have to say it like you mean it, pet. Next time I won't be so generous. For now, here is your reward."

It keeps pounding and thrashing over her for what seems like a terrible eternity - just a few last seconds of sadistic hesitation, before its eyes glow red, the runes on her stomach disappearing, leaving a sudden nothing in the way of her imminent orgasm.
 
Her body bucked and trembled against the snakes tongue, as the other snake took to fucking her ass with its new found girth. Her cries begged the Snake lords ears. Her breathing growing raspy and quick. Then it happened. The runes disappeared and that damn burst over the seems. Pouring over her striven body that was held on peak for so long. Her juices spurting out against the snakes mouth. Her screams of pleasure echoing in the room. Her body trembling hard, her hips bucking uncontrollably. Her orgasm leaving her breathless as she nearly went limp, and lifeless in his hold.
 
The snake keeps fucking her, the demon thrashing her clit throughout her orgasm, making it last far long than it should. And when she's done cumming, they continue. Regardless of the massive oversensitivity of just cumming so hard, the tongue continues on her clit, the snake continues fucking both her holes, the pleasure made agonizingly unbearable as they both continue. The demon's voice sounds in her head: "You forgot to thank me for letting you cum."

As her mouth opens to speak or curse or beg, the other serpent thrusts inside of it, grabbing her tongue and sucking it in as the other did. It continue squeezing her breasts and flicking one nipple with its tail as it fiercely fucks her tongue, in time with its twin and the demon, none showing any sign of ever stopping.
 
She hung in his hold, her body trembling with the exhaust of her first powerful orgasm But as the demon lord and his conjured snake continued there assault. drew almost painful yet pleasurable whimpers from her , Her eyes squeezed tightly shut. Trying to cope with the bombarded attacks on her sensitive perky bud. the snake in her ass, no longer causing her much harm and pain since her once tight as had grew accustomed to its size and the depth it was tormenting her with.

Her body shudder, and her breathing still fell quickly from her lips, her eyes glazed as she looked down to the demon snake. once she caught her breathe she was about to speak before the second snakeling made for her moan. making her cry out around its body. her body beginning to writh and squirm in his hold
 
The demon and snakes continue their assault, pushing her body past the writhing agony of oversensitivity until all too soon her hips are thrusting towards a second orgasm, stronger than the first. The tongue continues on her clit, the snake mercilessly pounding both her holes, the other squeezing her breasts and tongue, until her muffled moans have all but turned to screams, stopping as her breath does as her whole body tenses in the very last moment before she cums - the demon's eyes flash red, and the runes reappear on her abdomen, sealing her orgasm deep within her body again.

The torment continues for a few, agonizing moment more, racking sensation upon her that can no longer make her cum. Then, without warning, the demon stops, his hand releasing hers. His body explodes in shadow and is gone, completely this time, leaving her limp body to fall to the hard floor. Even the other serpents are gone, her holes still stretched open but no longer filled, her chest unheld and mouth unmuffled to let her breath and pant up at the ceiling as she lays sprawled on the cold floor.

The demon's voice sounds again in her mind: "I think that's enough - for now. I wouldn't want to break your body - not when I can break you instead."

The runes on her abdomen burn brighter. Suddenly her body can feel her orgasm still trapped deep within her, still impossibly held there on the very edge as if the slightest touch of her clit would instantly explode the orgasm throughout her entire screaming body. But no touch, no pleasure, nothing she can do will release the orgasm, as long as the runes burn on her abdomen. And there they remain.

The demon's voice seems to be getting quieter now, as if coming from further away: "Go, morsal. Return to your life. I'm sure your job, your friends, your world awaits you. Go to them - knowing only my return can release you." She can still clearly feel the pressure of the orgasm still held within her body behind the burning runes, remaining ever there on the edge, ever unsatisfied. The voice continues: "And when I return I shall release you so hard that your soul will be released as well, and you will belong to me." The voice is very quiet now, a distant whisper of: "See you soon."

The voice is gone, as is the demon, leaving her laying in the cold room alone with her hopelessly trapped orgasm, until later when he returns. But how much later, and how long she'll be left in her current state, is the thought his departure leaves her with, alone.
 
As He released her so suddenly, she hadn't the time to brace herself. Instead she crumpled on the floor with a ragged cry of surprise. Tears swelled within her eyes, eventually spilling quickly down along her soft cheeks. He once more denied her release. The pressure within her loins burned and ached. Her body pulsing with the need to be released. She knew he was trying to break her. To make her his eternal servant. But why had he need to do it this time. Of all times. She rolled into a ball sobbing as each movement reminded her of how close to spilling over the edge she was, and how she was unable to retreat nor push further over the edge.

Her eyes opened slowly turning to the clock hanging on a far wall. Realizing that she passed the time she needed to return that book . she knew her master would know and freak out on her. Setting her jaw as she stood up. her body shaking with the intensity of the awaiting orgasm. Dressing quickly as she could into a soft black summer dress. Slipping her shoes onto her feet she went to the mirror fixing her hair quickly and touched up her make up. Maybe she would get lucky and he wouldn't be in class yet.

******

It was a struggle to get to her masters guest home, which he used as a teaching of the black arts. He wasn't home yet which she was relieved that she was able to slip the book back into the desk. Before any others arrived. There was a few desks that littered the room along with a bed, a small kitchen, many books shelves and a bathroom off of the kitchen. It was a make shift class room, joined with the comforts of a home.

Biting her lower lip she went and sat down at her claimed desk. Her mind fighting the whimpers and cries she wanted to release as her body pulsed and ached with the continuous need of release. Even touching her self didn't save her from that torment. only giving her a small tingling burn as the signs pulsed out of site on her body.
 
She feels it before she hears it - a stillness in the air. A sudden quietness in the world. The pressure in her abdommen is suddenly felt so much clearer, getting momentarily closer to her hips, as if she was actually about to cum. The feelings getting suddenly so much stronger, as in the surrounding silence a familiar voice whispers in the back of her mind:

"Miss me, morsal?"

The voice ends, leaving her body shaking with the sensitivity of her suddenly soaked pussy, her orgasm throbbing so very close to it - retreating back deeper inside of her as the voice's presence seems to grow further away, sound returns to the world, and the doors openning as her class wanders in.

Six of them in total, two boys and three girls, all dressed in casual clothes and jeans, like students of any other discipline. She remembers they're names, she swears she does - the brown eyed and blonde haired boy, the cute one whose smile makes her blush - Paul? The girl with the straight black hair and pale, innocent looking face, Jenny - no Jessica. The short haired girl whose freckles and impish smile made her look so vibrant, Sally, Sarah, Sandra... why can't she remember? As they start taking their seats in the circle around her, all she can think about is that she knows these people, she knows them! But suddenly they're names seem distant to her, unimportant.

The pressure in her abdomen throbs again, her pussy feeling wet and present, the voice whispering: "Why do you hold onto such mortal concerns? Do you think they matter? Do you think it matters if all of them knew what you'd done - consorted with a demon? Been claimed by a demon? Been made to cum by a demon?" She hears herself gasp, her hands gripping the edges of her desk, as underneath it she feels something pressing against her pussy, wide and hot, ridges pressing into both her lips, forcing them apart, the wide head prodding her too small opening, starting to stretch her to force it's way inside. The feeling stops just as suddenly, as the voice retreats with a the quieting echoes of a laugh.

"Are you okay?"

It's Paul, seated in the desk next to her, face full of concern. And a little curious confusion.
 
His words broke through the silence of her mind. Startling her, her heart instantly racing as fear began to swell within her. She was just getting to the point where she was able to ignore the burning in the pit of her stomach, the tightness, and pulsing wave of of her sex. Even as her own juices of need trickled down along the pale expanse of her thigh. "No"She whispered, closing her eyes as he stirred up the orgasm that laid restlessly within her. Her body shuddering as a small gasp escaped her. At the moment she was thankful that she was alone then.

But as his voice disappeared she could still feel his presence within the room, even as the other students began to file in. Even the cutie Paul, the one in which she had a crush on, seating next to her. She casts him a small smile as he greeted her before seating. Her eyes went to the others, trying to sort them out by their names, which sadly, she had forgotten. Well to a degree.

Eventually she didn't care as a pressure against her clad wet sex wiped it from her mind. Gritting her teeth she whispered within to him "It is frown upon, I hide the facts so people do no shun me. nor hate me"She said fighting the need to cry out feeling as her nether lips spreading. A small tremble ran through her, her hands gripping at the sides of the desk. Her jaw aching as she held it clamped, her hair acting like a vail to mask her distorted face as she fought the pleasure that course relentlessly through her, It pressed at her entrance, something far to large for her body."Stop please stop"She whimpered but it did. Leaving nothing behind but the desperate need of release.

Paul's voice startled her, she didn't want to look at him. what was she to tell him. that a demon was tormenting her. Should she lie saying she was fine. Or say simple that she wasn't alright "No, no Im not ok. I did something stupid."She said her eyes opening as she fought for air. her eyes focusing on the desk before her.
 
His concern doubles at her words. He's just about to ask more, when the door opens again and the Master walks in. Instantly everyone straightens in their desks, Izabellah's body doing so out of habit, leaving her trying to smother a gasp at the sudden feeling of her pussy moving back across the seat. She can feel it again, very clearly, and the room has gone a little quieter again.

The Master's books landing on his desk startles her. It's a large pile, the leather-bounded and heavy texts as old as they are intact, just like the rest of the piles of books covering the wide, wooden desk, completing the circle with the smaller student's desks before the Master. He takes a moment to organise the books into their proper piles, giving Izabel time to see him again, standing before the ornate sun-warmed window behind him. The light makes his long, flowing silver hair almost shimmer, the colour, showing an age that is utterly absent from his young, smooth face, his silver-eyebrows emphasizing the piercing blue of his eyes.

In time those eyes raise to the class, his crisp voice adding: "Good morning, students."

"Good morning, Master," every students' voice is level, except for Izabel's, the word "Master" half swallowed with the spasm of her body, caused by the feeling of a forked tongue lashing once over her pussy. No-one seems to notice, except for Paul, his brown eyes still staring at her, still concerned. He's never looked at her this much before. "What would he think?" the voice sounds in her mind, brining with it the wetness and the throbbing need of her sex, "What would your cute Paul think of you, if he knew the truth?" Her body spasms as the tongue lashes over her again, "If they all knew the truth?"

"I apologize for being late," the Master continues, "Brother Gabriel does like to carry on." The gasp of the other students at the name hides Izabel's first gasp as the tongue lashes over her twice - but not her second gasp. A few heads turn in her direction a moment, including the Master's, as if checking if they'd really heard something. He raises an eyebrow, and continues, "Gabriel says he is finally ready to take on another apprentice." The excitement in the room is instant, all the other students suddenly giddy with anticipation, all except for Izabel and the still watching Paul that is. The Master quiets the rest, "Yes, yes settle. This is what you've all been working for all this time, and I won't pretend the chance to conduct your apprenticeship under the Grand Master himself, is anything not to be excited about. Please, continue, but remember that only one of you can be chosen. Now," he smiles, a little mischievously, making light at the sudden apprehension, "I shall be paying extra attention to you all throughout this class, before making my final decision as to which of you will have the honour of being Gabriel's apprentice. So," he flicks his fingers and the large leather book before him thumps open, "everyone turn to page three-hundred and ninety-four of the Beastianac. Begin reading the chapter, silently. We'll discuss when you're done."

The other students can't open their book bags fast enough, as though the outcome of that race alone would determine who would be selected. Paul still watches Izabel, leaning closer to ask: "So, you said - you did something? What - what did you do?"

The voice whispers in her mind again, "Go on, tell him." She feels the points of the forked tongue feathering up either side of her newly dripping pussy, "tell him what you did. Tell them all what you did. Find out what happens." The forks join as they flick past her swollen clit, leaving her shivering several seconds afterwards. When she opens her eyes, Paul is still staring at her, worriedly waiting for her answer.
 
She hadn't seen her master enter the room. Her eyes having gone closed once more. Fighting the on going battle within her body, against him. Though as the books hit against the hard oak of his desk it startled her. Tearing a gasp from her lips, covering the soft moan, or so she though at she straightened in her seat. Her eyes wide, glazed, but still focusing on her master. Trying desperately to ignore Paul's worried looks at her. Her eyes took focus on on the large books on his desk, wondering what they consisted of. And if anything would help her get out or the predicament that she got herself into.

A small sigh escaped her as she struggled with her internal turmoil. Her legs pressing tightly closed. It only made matters worse. The pleasure raced through her nearly doubling her against the desk, where her own books laid unopened. It was to hard to focus, but she couldn't risk not showing up, risking everything. Even though she was pretty sure if they knew she would have lost. she said her greetings with a Held breath. "Stop please"she whispered , binging her fingers to tangle into the fabrics of her dress. knuckles going white.

Brother Gabriel? the though made her tune her attention to her master as he spoke of the Grand Master.Its been her life long dream to lean under him. It had been one reason in summoning a powerful demon. Though her power was still not controlled and focused.And now she paid the price for it. His words rang through her head, knowing that he would always be there, toying with her. How would she be able to face everyone if they knew? How could she learn beneath the grand master after this. "Shut up, shut up"She hissed to the demon lord, her voice soft, and hushed beneath the giddyness of the small class.

Paul would be a much better at becoming an apprentice then she would. She opened her book flicking through the pages to the one he wanted them to read. Her eyes shifting to gaze upon Paul who moved in and leaned towards her. Her body gave a small tremble as she looked more fully to him. Her eyes glazed, and her jaw tight. The burning ache holding back the cries that threatened to spill from her crimson lips.

"I summoned something I shouldn't have."She spoke through tighten teeth. her head bowing, as her eyes shut. Tears spilling down the gentle pale slopes. She prayed she could trust him. hope he didn't get in trouble by the demon that was enjoying his teasing torment on her.
 
Paul's concern only grows, forcing him to speak.

"Ah-hrmph." The master's voice, clearing his throat as he stares at Paul, intent blue eyes reminding Paul of the ordered silence. As if without a second thought, Paul obeys, turning from Izabel to open his textbook, quickly finding the page and starting to read, one hand idly opening his exercise book and bringing up a pen to start taking notes. Izabel's own exercise book is open, notes scrawling across the page - literally. She isn't writing, but the hand-written words are appearing none-the-less, not in her handwriting either. They read:

"This way we can still talk."

The words stop as Paul lifts his pen from his own book, pretends to go back to reading the textbook, finger tracing the lines, stopping on one. He pretends to write notes again, the words appearing in Izabel's book instead, one after another as he writes them:

"You - said - you - summoned - something - you - shouldn't? How - can - I – help - you?"

"Was - it - a - fae? A - gnome? A - familiar? Circle - the - right - one."

He stops writing, pretending to going back to reading, waiting for her to circle the right word in response. He never would have guessed what she’d really summoned.

"Oh my," the whisper bringing its bitter-sweet pleasure again, "aren't we brave, to tell our little secret." She feels the shivering lash of the tongue again, "You'll have to be punished," another lash, and another, and then... nothing. A moment's pause. "No - this won't do, you're starting to enjoy this," lash, "aren't you. And punishments can't be enjoyed." The voice stops, as if waiting, thinking. Before Izabel has a chance to write back to Paul, the voice returns suddenly and feircely, its obvious glee that sends shivers down her spine, "Aaah, of course. Paul." Her body reacts again - but not to the demon's touch. To the thought of Paul's touch instead, the boy sitting right beside her, still pretending to read while darting furtive looks over at her, as the demon towers over him.

Her breath stops. The demon, he's there, right there, black girth towering over Paul, gold fires of eyes glaring down at the exposed back of Paul’s neck, white fangs sliding out. The demon raises one of its large, black clawed hands, and smashes it through Paul's head.

"Izabelah!" The master's voice, as he half glares, half stares at her in confusion, speaking over her heavy breathing to ask, "Whatever is the matter?!" All the other students stare at her too, including Paul, still alive and utterly uninjured, still seated next to her, the demon standing behind him. But everyone is looking at Izabel instead. No-one can see the demon but her, not even Paul as he tries to follow her view to behind his chair, trying to see what she seems to be seeing, but unable to, even as the demon rests one black hand on Paul's shoulder. The hand sinks straight through the shoulder without injury or contact, moving down through Paul's body as if either he, or the hand, weren't even there.

The whole class is still staring at her in silence. Her exercise book still stays open before her, waiting for her to write back to Paul, who sits beside her, face full of dread. But more urgently, the master still stares at her with the rest of the students, waiting for an answer. He continues: "Don't tell me, you borrowed one of my books again. What was it this time.” It’s not really a question as his blue eyes intently scan her, as if he can scry the answer right off of her body. “Well you still have your eyebrows so it couldn’t have been Fire Mage again.” He notices her trying not to look one side, towards the place where the demon stands invisible, like she’s trying not to look at something only she can see. “Oh I see now. Prophecy Visions, right? If you’re having after-flashes tell me now?” He hangs his head, rubbing his silver eyebrows in frustration.
 
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