A taste seems like a good idea.

Your mind flashes back to the railing you received from the two shemale creations of the witch and you can't help but wonder if it is your lot in this new life to be fucked by every cock you come in contact with. That said, he did say drinking cum charged your magic. “I would like a drink I suppose.”

He steps into your path allowing his growing cock to press against your belly, “Only a drink?”

The heat of his body is incredible, his growing member now pushing against the bottom of your right breast. Looking down to his massive rod of a cock, easily growing past 18” as it gets harder and harder, without even thinking you bend your head down and lick the tip. As you expected, much as you would like to have thought otherwise, the tiny drop of pre-cum is salty and delicious. “Yes please.” You answer looking up at him batting your eyelashes like a little slut.

“It has been far to long since I have fed your kind.” He grabs your right horn in his massive hand, “Last time I was when I first adopted this new form myself.” He says, grabbing hold of your other horn with his other hand, as if they were handlebars. It takes every bit of concentration and agility you have to keep from falling and doing untold damage to yourself with him dragging you by the head over to a big rock where he can sit down. “Yes this takes me back.” As the massive head of his cock looms closer, you catch yourself licking your lips in anticipation, and are not sure if it is magic or genuine desire that compels you to do what you are about to do. “I have always enjoyed this.” He laughs as he positions your head to allow you to lick the tip once again, and you do exactly that, straining to extend your mouth to take it in. “Such the good little hungry slut. Now I must warn you, while drinking will replenish your magic, and heal you, it won't sustain your body. You still need food. Don't forget to eat.” And with that he finally pulls your head down on his cock. His method is neither kind, nor gentle, he simply pulls you onto his cock like your face was an article of clothing. His massive member slips into your waiting mouth with ease, and down your throat equally so. Without even the slightest resistance you engulf his cock into yourself till his sack brushes your chin. Once he has it planted in you to the hilt, he adjusts his grip on your horns and begins fucking your face. The feeling is far different than when the two shemale creatures of the witch fucked you. It is simple, effortless, and completely painless. To be completely honest with yourself, it is kinda nice. While having your face used like a fuck toy isn't exactly something to be proud of, and not something you would have ever believed would be something you would want to do. Now that you are here, you have to admit it is kinda nice. First of all, his cock tastes fucking amazing, and his cum is simply delicious. Second, as the little dribbles of cum flow into you while he pounds away, your body seems to warm noticeably, which is actually kind of euphoric. Your hands then decide to have a little fun of their own, gripping your breasts, you feel a new high, as the tingly sensation washes over you as you grope and fondle your perky, sexy tits. Lips slapping his sack and torso over and over again as he keeps pounding, your mind then drifts to your tail, and your cunt, and in a brief bit of inspiration, you decide, what the hell, and slip the meaty barbed tip of your tail into your own cunt. Instantly your toes curl and your hands clamp down on your tits. Your eyes roll back in your head as the entire situation builds you to a shuddering orgasm the likes of which you have never felt before. Your body twitches, your knees go weak, and his pounding is even briefly interrupted as your body goes slack and you fall to the ground. Your body falling like that causes him loose his grip for a second and his cock flops out of your face with a wet sounding pop, and you smack the ground, hard.

“Ow, fuck.” You say laughing as you rub the back of your head.

“Here let me heal that.” He says with a smile, which is a tad horrifying. Leaping to your feet, you pounce on him. “I think I want a taste as well after all.” He says as he catches you, spins you upside down, and lowers you onto his cock, plunging you down to the base. Again he begins fucking your face, but this time there is a new sensation, his huge thick tongue laps into your cunt and he quickly gives you your second twitching orgasm. One of his huge thick fingers then is hooked into your anus, and he expertly laps your slit, nips your little clit, and pumps into your face. The entire thing builds another longer slow orgasm that ripples through you in waves as every part of you is pulled, prodded, and stroked. Till finally he unleashes a torrent of cum filling your belly. Once he does, he softly lies you on the rock. “Clear your mind, and relax. The cum will melt in you and your magic will charge. In creating you has imparted the knowledge of at least one or two of my most basic spells, but it is up to you to figure out which ones. Now I must go, but I have one final gift to give you. It is a ring of ownership. Your kind is a toy, other creatures do not even notice you exist for the most part, but they will devour or take you if the whim to do so strikes them. However, with a ring of ownership in you, many others will assume you are someone's property. This is a remnant of my past, and I think I owe my success to it, to a degree. So it is my last gift to you.” He conjures forth a 1/2” diameter gold hoop and pinches it with his nails effectively opening the ring. He then twists an end to a sharp point and pierces the ring through the center of your nose giving you a bull nose ring. Breathing hot breath on it then causes it to close into a solid ring. “If you make it to my ally in hell he will pay you and I will give you further work if you want it. If we never see each other again, then know, you have made a demon happy to revisit his past, your attitude reminded me of myself I suppose. Good luck. You will need it.” With that he simply vanishes in a puff of foul smelling, yet somehow intoxicating, mist.

Lying there on your back you close your eyes, place your slender hands on your cute, tight, tummy, and try to empty your mind, hoping to see some kind of magic.