A daemon uses you.

You pull on the chains wrapped around your wrists but you can tell they are securely attached to the cold stone wall. If there is any hope for you to escape you will need to convince Aenor to remove your bindings. That, however, would likely take some time to get him to trust you and in the meantime there are countless daemons waiting to fuck you.

As if on queue you hear footsteps walking towards your dank cell. Aenor peers between the bars as he fiddles on his belt for the keys with one hand, while the other holds onto a chain. You cannot see what is on the other end of the chain yet but you hear deep and unsettling breathing noises from some type of vicious daemon

“I have your first assignment, Sabine. Make sure you give him a warm welcome.” Aenor says with a certain apologetic tone. Perhaps part of him doesn't want to put you through this.

Aenor opens the cell door and cautiously pushes the daemon through it before hastily closing it once again. You observe the daemon in a mixture of fear and anticipation; it’s massive form is muscular and covered in glistening obsidian skin. It’s sharp face is framed by two curled horns. As it approaches you and the torchlight illuminates it you can see a tail half as long as it’s body slithering behind it like a snake.

The daemon suddenly slams its arms against the wall on either side of your body, causing you to gasp in fear. It leans in close and begins to sniff your sweaty body. You feel goose bumps as its hot breath caresses you. The daemon lowers it’s head to your crotch and without warning extends it’s vile tongue and presses it against your exposed mound. You gasp at the unwanted, yet enjoyable, invasion. The daemon proceeds to slide its tongue up your body, coating every groove of your toned abs with saliva, and then lingering across your perky breasts.

You know the daemon is going to make you ingest his saliva soon and once that happens, you cannot resist anymore. His tongue makes it’s way to your neck and you raise your chin, trying to delay the inevitable. At the last moment he pulls his head away. You sigh in relief; only to be cut off by one of his powerful hands grabbing your neck.

“You think I intend to make you enjoy this, human?” The daemon cackles as he brings his hellish body closer to yours. “No. I much prefer it if you suffered!”

His massive cock suddenly plunges into your depths. It feels as though he is tearing right through your flesh. The small amount of his saliva on your pussy does nothing to lube your entrance causing his rough dick to slide over your skin like sandpaper. In one fell motion his entire cock is pushed deep inside you; Your sensitive lips wrapping around the base of his cock.

The daemon uses your pussy as a fuck-toy, thrusting in and out relentlessly. His clawed hands grab onto your thighs, digging into you. You can’t even try to fight him with your arms and legs held tight by the chains. Your eyes begin to water from the constant ****. You bite your lip to hold back screams, knowing that the daemon would only just enjoy hearing it. The small cell echoes with the sounds of your tight ass slamming against the wall and the daemons hard cock sliding in and out of your swollen pussy.

After many minutes of ruthless fucking, you feel the daemon’s cock swell inside of you. You find yourself happy about the fact that he is cumming, as it means he will soon be done with you. The daemon arches his back and pushes himself excruciatingly deep into you, shooting hot daemonic cum right into your womb. His load seems to have no end as it fills your belly and you can hear it splatter on the floor of the cell as it leaks out of your pussy.

The daemon finally finishes filling you up with his vile semen and then pulls out of you with a grunt. You can feel large globs of cum ooze out of your gaping pussy. The daemon gives you one last evil smile as he turns and walks to the cell door. Aenor is on the other side waiting and he unlocks the cell and shepherds the daemon away.

You hang there against the wall, sweat pouring down your assaulted body. It takes a few minutes before your stretched pussy relaxes to its natural shape. You look down to assess the damage and you see a large puddle of milky white daemon cum at your feet. There are shallow cuts along your waist, dripping with blood, where the daemons claws held you. This was only the first. You think to yourself. How can you hope to hold yourself together after the fifth, tenth, or gods forbid, the hundredth daemon has filled you with his seed…