Could be useful to have Varlow on my side. . .

"What if I told you I have. . ." I searched for the words. "A certain way with women?"

"What you mean?"

"I mean, if you give me a hand," I smiled sympathetically, patting his shoulder. "I could make her see that the right man for her, is you."

"Me?" He shook his head. "That ain't right, can't be done."

"You'd be surprised, big guy." I flashed a grin. "You see, I'm something like a djinn."

"Djinn?" He flinched. "That like a devil?"

"Are you afraid?"

"No!" He jutted a bullish lip. "I ain't scared of nothing."

"Good, then you're smarter than most." I spread my hands, willing my eyes to change. He jumped back, but didn't make any threatening motions. "People, holy or otherwise, are so scared of devils like me. They're afraid of what we can offer."

"Offer? Bobby says devils steal souls."

"What use have I for your soul." I made an incredulous expression. "All I want is to make a deal, and if the terms aren't fair, then we don't need to do anything, my friend."

"A deal?" Me licked his lips for a moment, a look of great concentration crossing his face. "You can get me miss Marian?"

"Oh, certainly." I smiled. "All you got to do in return is help me if they try to hurt me."

"They?"

"You know, monsters and people, too." I shuddered. "People are so scared of devils, they mob up and try to hurt us, when all we want to do is spread joy to good, upstanding, people like you."

He stood still for a moment, looking lost. Then he looked at the red working by the road and his expression hardened. "I want her."

"Then you shall have her."

"Do we seal it'n blood?"

"Follow me, dear man," I took his hand and started towards 'miss Marian'. "Our methods might seem odd to you, perverse even, but that is the only price I ask of you; be strong, have faith. Do not hesitate, or turn back. Don't be afraid."

"I ain't."

"Good." I smiled. "I'll need you to grab her."

"Why?"

"Have faith." I let go of his hand, but he kept following me. "For her to love you, want you, I must convince her using the same method."

"The same."

"The spell will be most effective with cum as its medium." I said, bullshitting as skillfully as I could. "And cum is most potent when freshly released by the recipient."

"That makes sense?" Varlow said slowly, won over by the bulge in his trousers. "I just need to grab her?"

"And hold her tight."

"Okay."

We soon reached the bushes where Marian was picking herbs, and I got my first view of the object of Varlow's obsession. She was a youngish woman, maybe twenty or twenty-two, and she had ass-length hair; pale blond and fastened back with a hairband. Her face was decent enough, a little too square with an upturned nose, but her body was fantastic. She had a full ass and a tremendous set of tits set atop a solid body and long legs. Even with her dress, knee-long with a high neck and long sleeves, she couldn't hide her delectable assets.

She turned as we approached, a scathing remark on her tongue, but she almost instantly sensed danger. Maybe in the way we walked, or in the way we watched her, and sprung to her feet. She almost got to a run, but tripped over her feet after getting tangled in the length of her dress. She fell hard, the basket of her herbs scattering across the ground.

Varlow grabbed her by the shoulders, concern crossing his face, but then he remembered my words; have faith, and held her down. "Move her, please, away from the road. We wouldn't want to get interrupted."

"Okay."

"What are you doing?" She shrieked, her feet kicking empty air as Varlow picked her up like a lost kitten. She wasn't short, either, she was at least as tall as I was. "Let me go! Let me go! Militia brutes!"

"I'm sorry, miss Marian."

"Then let me go, you oaf!" She squirmed as we crossed the treeline and became hidden from sight. "Varlow, this ain't funny."

"I'm sorry, miss Marian."

"First, my friend," I put on the sorrowful mask, "We'll need to create a reason behind her change in attitude."

"Okay?"

I stepped forward and, avoiding her kicking legs, ripped the red dress. She shrieked and Varlow glanced askance. "Keep looking. It's your responsibility. All of this is for you."

"Okay."

I took my blackened knife from its sheathe and, smiling placatingly for Varlow, made a single long cut on Marian's cheek. She shouted, and Varlow quivered with anger. Then I smacked her on the other cheek with the hilt. "That should be enough to make it look like she was attacked."

Which was fair, I supposed. She was, after-all.

Then I undressed, causing another outburst from Marian. She kicked hard at my hard cock, and I caught her foot, lifting it over my shoulder. Varlow looked horribly uncomfortable and I stepped back. "I'm sorry, would you like to have her first? Get a before and after comparison?"

"I, uh. . ." Varlow stammered, looking down at the held woman. "Can you just make it quick?"

"Of course." I bowed. "Lay her down."

"Okay." He obeyed, putting her down gently while pinning her with a single giant mitt. She flailed, but couldn't move with the hand on her neck. "Now what?"

"Stick your fingers in her cunt." I said, feeling heady with how easy it was to manipulate the man. He paused for a second, caught between instincts, and then he obeyed. He worked at her with rough sausage-like fingers, making up for skill with eagerness. She cussed and cried out, but Varlow eventually got her wet. He pulled out and looked at his glistening fingers before tasting them. "You're a natural."

"Thank you?"

"Now, spit on her chest a few times, wipe that juice on them too." I looked at the heaving tits, largest I'd seen. Varlow looked close to complaint, probably about how degrading it was, but realized he really had no room to talk right now. His blunt face was bright red as he worked the fluids into her breasts, sneaking in a few covert rolls and gropes before taking a few more confident squeezes. "Get behind her, hold her arms above her head."

"Okay."

I took my place, laying my cock in the valley between her pale tits, and looked into her eyes; brown. She glared at me, still shouting herself hoarse, and I grabbed two handfuls of breast and wrapped my cock in their slimy warmth. I thrust up, just big enough to poke out of her cleavage; more a testament to her unbelievable tits than a judgement on my dick.

I thrust time and again, enjoying the warmth and softness, stopping only to lubricate when friction snuck into the titwank. Her tits rippled with the impact of my hips, the slapping echoing into the trees around us, and I moved my hands to tweak and roll her hard nipples between my fingers. I stopped near the brink, ordering Varlow to strip off his pants; he obeyed without question, manipulating the laces with a single rough hand, and soon his cock stood free. It was nearly as large as my demonic member and I gave a whistle. "Fuck her."

"Varl-OOOHHHHHHH!" She moaned as the giant cock tore into her, her race subsumed by the sudden intrusion. That's when I shoved my cock into her mouth. She gagged, caught between thirty combined inches of cock and surprise. I soon reached the beginning of my climax and dumped a hot liter of viscous spunk into her stomach. She choked on it, black bubbles foaming up at the corners of her mouth and when I pulled out the cum came flowing out of her mouth. Thick strands of cum and drool connected cock and lips, and when her eyes blanked I leaned in and whispered.

"Marian, the man in your pussy is your lover. He saved you from being **** by bandits, and he was so handsome and dashing that you fell deeply in love with him. You felt electricity when he touched you, and it drenched you, and the next thing you knew he was fucking you senseless. You love him, you love his cock, you want to marry him so he can stuff you everyday. You couldn't care less about your limp-dicked fiancée when you could have this mountain of a man."

"I love him."

"You'll be his perfect little wife, exactly as he wants you." I smiled, and pulled back. I spoke louder now, so Varlow could hear me. "You'll love him everyday for the rest of your life, but both you and him know; I am your Master; I am the only god you two worship. You know that if I say the words, then you'll forget all about Varlow and serve me instead."

"Serve you."

"Always remember; your love and happy marriage is based upon me and my sufferance." I stared hard into Varlow's eyes. "He is your husband, I am your Master. You love him, you worship me. He is the center of your life; I am the center of the world to you."

"God."

"Understood?"

Varlow looked at the woman in his arms, and nodded. "I owe you everything."

Marian soon came out of her trance, her face flushing to crimson as she looked into Varlow's eyes. She was on her back now, arms free. She surged up and threw herself into an embrace, passionately kissing him. He looked surprised for a moment, as if he'd never really believe it would work. The pair of them came rapidly, and I decided to give one last proof of the truth.

"Marian, attend to me."

At my words she started pushing at Varlow's heavy shoulders. He reluctantly got up and pulled out of her, letting her climb to her knees. "Yes, Master?"

"Varlow, remember. She is yours, but only because you are both mine."

"Okay, Master."

"Marian, wrap your tits around my cock." I ordered.

"Right away, master." She obeyed, engulfing my cock in a mountain of titflesh. She eagerly worked my cock, looking at my cock as if it were a holy icon. She loving licked the tip as Varlow watched. I thrust the tip into her mouth a few times, prompting a flood of saliva down the length.

"All fours. Beg me for it."

"Master." She moved into position and waved her flawless ass in the air. Varlow took half a step forward, but restrained himself. Well, I'd say he gets scared after-all. "Please, fuck me. Do me deep, scrape out darlings cum and give me your divine seed. Bless me with your cock, god. Breed me, give me a divine child. Please, bless me. Bless me."

I shoved it in, drawing a loud moan from Marian. I looked at Varlow, conflicted and unsure, and I extended a hand. "I reward my slaves, Varlow. Come here, take her mouth."

"You sure?"

"Come here, darling. Master's given you permission to fuck my face. I want it. I want you." She gasped as I changed my angle and gave her a slap on the ass. "Oh, goddd~!"

We worked in tandem, fucking her from both sides in a mirror of our earlier performance. Every time I pounded her pussy a veritable floor came pouring out, If she was suspended between us, I suspected she'd be on the ground with failing knees. With a final grunt I filled her womb."

I pulled out and looked at the sky, it was approaching noon; I really needed to get to the lair.

I looked at Marian, black cum dripping from her cunt and her new lover still fucking her face. "Marian, one last order."

She mumbled into his pubes.

"If there a child from this, a child like me," I looked at my talons. "Don't you ever make him feel alone. Don't you ever let people run him out of town."