Claiming the priestess

All thoughts of sleep gone, you nod and lead the priestess to your bedroom, trying your best to contain your giddy anticipation. You're just about to enter your room and sit down on the bed when you suddenly have a better idea. The daemonic altar generates power based on offerings, and wasn't this tasty little morsel about to offer you something very precious indeed? Besides, the idea of fucking a priestess of purity on a daemonic altar is just too hot to resist right now. You tell her to wait around the corner until you call, and although she gives you a quizzical glance she stays put. Inside the room, you do your best to arrange things exactly like you remember them in your first meeting: a pentagram of flames—this time with produce flame rather than dead imps—and you lounging nude on the altar. You then call her in your deep, booming, magically amplified voice. "Come in, pet."

She steps around the corner and stops with a gasp when she sees the scene ahead of her. She closes her eyes as her cheeks burn with an even fiercer blush than she had worn a moment ago. "Down on all fours." She rushes to obey, dropping to the ground and then sensually crawling towards you. She advances until you can feel her warm breath on your hard member, and then pauses, gazing into your eyes with a look of utter submission. You gaze back and jerk your head in a small nod, and in a sudden motion she forces your length straight down her throat and begins to pulse up and down your shaft.

You can feel the difference in your few short sessions with her. While she's still rather inexperienced, her timid, unsure demeanour from your first meeting is gone, replaced by an air of complete devotion. You twirl a lock of golden hair fondly in one claw as you pinch one of her ears between two of your fingers, beginning to stroke it up and down only to be rewarded with a shudder. Seeing that, you grip the other in your hand and continue, only to be greeted by a look of... confusion?

Oh, right, this was supposed to be a punishment. You stop the massage, grip two fistfuls of hair, and begin slamming in and out of her throat in a rhythm that's become a mainstay of your encounters. She braces herself and holds still as you use her hole as you see fit, coughing and sputtering each time you withdraw to let her breath: after all, it wouldn't do to have her fall **** and respawn in town just yet. Soon after, your feel yourself reaching your limits and accelerate your thrusting, groaning as you deliver a load of protein straight to her stomach.

"Hands on the altar and ass in the air." You hop up and step to the side to give her room, and she quickly obeys, streaks of droop still running out of the sides of her mouth and down her chest. You duck under her, taking advantage of your short stature, and pinch her nipples through her robe, eliciting a sharp intake of breath and a slight moan for your troubles. Next, you step back and run your claws down her back, earning another shiver, and then grip the base of her robe. With a flip you fold it over itself then slice off her panties with a carefully, placed claw, leaving her luscious bottom and gushing cunt completely exposed to you.

You step forward, sinking your tongue into her folds. As soon as she begins to moan, you bring a hand down on her rear with a loud crack. You stop your ministrations to speak before diving back in.

"That's for being a bad girl who betrays her friends." She yelps in reply, so you bring your other hand down. "Ooh, yes, I'm a dirty traitor."

Another lick, another slap. "That's for being a faithless priestess who abandons her vows." Another yelp. You wonder if she's intentionally holding back her replies to earn extra strikes, but see no reason not to oblige. "Yes, I'm a dirty slut priestess who can't keep her vows."

Another lick, another slap. "That's for being a whore who craves monster cock." Sure enough, she holds back until she earns a few more strikes. Finally, you get your reply. "Yes, I'm nothing but a whore for your dirty imp cock!" Her body convulses in orgasm and she barely manages to keep herself propped on the altar.

You can't wait any longer. You hop up and run your tip through her folds. She turns her head to look at you, but this time you see nothing but anticipation, even desperation, in her eyes. "Do you renounce your goddess?" She gives a small, almost imperceptible, nod in reply and you ram your length deep into her.

You feel a small tear as you **** your way into the depths of her wet tunnel and then suddenly the altar glows with a rush of power, evidently accepting her offer as a sacrifice. Not sure what else to do with the released mana, given you have no way to store it, you accept it into yourself and feel your body growing and limbs twisting as you grow to a much more impressive 4ft stature. Your limbs lengthen, your claws sharpen and become retractable, your horns curl and grow, and you feel your meat thicken and grow inside her.

Between the rush of power flowing through your veins and the rush of sensation in your lower body you can't hold yourself back anymore. You grip one of her wrists in each hand and take her hard, slamming in and out repeatedly to incoherent screams and moans. You feel her climax repeatedly from the rough treatment, and after a few minutes of thrusting you explode deep inside her womb.

Using your newfound strength you pull her behind you, stumbling through the summoning room and down the hallway towards your bed. You quickly slice her robe off with a claw, not willing to wait for her to remove it, and sit down, pulling her on to your rod. You palm one of her C-cup breasts in each hand and work them roughly while she bounces up and down on your length in a frenzy, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. After a particularly large bounce you grab her hips and raise her a bit more before slamming her back down, this time sinking your meat deep into her tight backdoor. She lets out a surprised gasp before bouncing with renewed vigour and causing you to unload again, this time painting her final hole.

The next few hours are a blur, and after alternating several more times you finally collapse on top of her exhausted form, head nestled between her breasts and semi-hard cock still seated deep inside her pussy. You sleep the best you've slept in ages. You wake around noon to feel a warm sensation around your nethers, and look down to see one of her hands fondling your balls, the other stroking your tip, and her tongue licking slowly up and down your shaft. Seeing you open your eyes, she grins and then takes your head between her lips, swirling her tongue and then sinking back down your shaft, earning another groan. Well, you can suppose you can afford to stay in bed for a bit longer...