Degrading...you love it

Ayla leans in and trails kisses up your neck, you groan in response and crane your neck to offer her easier access. The kisses tickle your fair skin, leaving off once they reach your jawbone as Ayla returns to the base of your neck and retraces the trail with her tongue, prompting you to shudder.

"Mmmm...you taste nice. Let's see..." The elf latches on to your neck and starts sucking on it while plunging her fingers into wet cleft at the same time. You cry out at the stimulation and thrust your hips into her fingers. The stimulation is frustratingly brief as she quickly withdraws her digits and takes a half step back to look you in the eyes as she licks her fingers clean. As soon as she cleans them, she rushes back into you, thrusting her chest into yours, her lips less than an inch from yours. Her warm breath washes over you. "Just as I thought. You taste just like a slut. Are all Sisters and Paladins of the Burning Rose such wanton whores? Just waiting for a strong woman to show them the truth of pleasures of the flesh? Maybe I need to pay another visit to the abbey..."

What she says is blasphemous against the principles of the order, or at least slanderous. You don't care though, you just want her to keep going and give you the relief you need. Unprompted, you cry out, "I am mistress! I am!" You keep bucking against her hand. "Please use me! I want to cum, I need to! I'm such a slut!"

The dominating elf smirks and whispers so close to your ear that her warm breath tickles your skin and prompts you to shiver. "Oh you'll cum, don't worry. But I'm in no hurry. Half the fun is getting you there, after all." She casts a gaze to your satchel, discarded on the floor before she pulls away, to your distress. "Of course, I think you haven't debased yourself nearly enough yet. It's not every day I have a pious sister of the esteemed Burning Rose chained to my wall. If you think you're a slut now, just wait."

Ayla kneels down in front of you and places her hands flat on your hips, to either side of your positively sodden vagina. She begins to trace patterns on the tender flesh of your abdomen and you feel a familiar tingle. Looking down reveals that she the patterns she is tracing are manifesting in soft blue marks on your skin, tattoos, it would seem. "Not that you're in any shape to care, you holy slut, but this is an enchantment that will let me have a little extra fun with you. I can channel my magic through these tattoos straight to your wonderful sex organ. I can make you fertile or infertile, loose or tightly elastic, I can even make your hymen temporarily ethereal, so that it won't rupture when I penetrate you." She's right of course, you don't care and could hardly focus on her words. You aren't even sure what exactly she was saying about your hymen, but she definitely said she'd penetrate you, and you know you can trust her so you're happy.

"Now, your body is ready for the fun we are going to have, my darling pet." Ayla runs a teasing hand across your face, smearing your vaginal fluids across it. Not that you mind.

"I'm ready, mistress. Please, use me and make me cum! I need it!" She laughs and delivers a light, if firm slap to your pussy. You cry out and cream yourself a bit as the burn of the slap turns to pleasure, as happened with your breast earlier.

"Your mind, however, is not ready. Fortunately, it seems you brought just the right toy to help you get there, you dirty harlot." She picks up your satchel and reaches into it, withdrawing the tied up imp you were keeping in there. "Look at this cute little fellow, I bet I know why you had him in your handbag. What would the dear War Mother say if she found out? And I'm sure the Burning Rose is non-too pleased..." The imp is covered with sperm, it looks like he had multiple orgasms since you put him in your satchel, if your mind was a little more clear this would cause your earlier behavior and current state of arousal to make sense, however you are still beyond caring about such things. That said, the sight of the demon still causes an instinctive fear to bubble within you, and you instinctively reach deeper for the light of the Burning Rose. You fail though, as you are so far given over to lust that you cannot must the concentration to find her power, and she certainly makes no effort to avail herself to you. The only feeling you catch of your deity is the faintest trace of exasperation. The Burning Rose won't help you here.

Lucky for you, Ayla seems more than capable of handling the imp, her demeanor unchanging even as the beast's sperm dirties her hands. She mutters another spell and a light bounces from her fingers to it's tail and fades down through the cloth you had bound over it to keep it from stinging. "There now, little beastie, let's get these wretched bindings off of you." You watch with more lust than fear as she follows words with actions, untying the imp and freeing its tail.

It promptly stings her, or at least it tries to. The stinger bounces harmlessly off Ayla's perfect breast and she laughs. "Now, now... Play nice. I'm going to let you have fun with that slut on the wall. She points to you. But you have to behave. I'd rather enjoy keeping you around after this, and I think you'll find the arrangement mutually beneficial. But if you're more trouble than you're worth, I can make some very...lively instruments and banish you back to the hell you came from. And I can make that very painful. Understand sweetheart?" The imp nods frantically, looking both terrified and on the verge of cumming, and you can relate. The way this elf dominates everything she talks to with her personality and power have you a little scared and on the verge of climax yourself.

The imp promptly turns his attention on you and flaps over, alighting on your breasts. "Oh Fire Hair, I wait long time for this!" He bites down on one of your breasts and you cry out. Your cry turns to an pathetic moan as he starts suckling at the tit, even though you have no milk to give him. Your nipple pulses with each suck, and the pulses radiate down to your cleft and you begin to cream yourself some more, **** for stimulation. The imp is too excited to stay at your breast for long, and soon he jumps up so he is standing on your breasts, arms grabbing your head and hair as he thrusts is throbbing daemonic cock in your face.

"Come on Fire Hair! Suck my dick! You born to be cock-sleeve!" You retain enough of your sense to know that the beast perched on your chest is hideous and disgusting, but something broken inside of you finds those very things appealing. You can't help but open your mouth at his degrading words and take in his penis without a word. The silent plea in your eyes is enough to get the imp going.

His dick has the same peculiar salty-sweet taste that you remember from the lighthouse, you want to beg for more but can't with his dick in your mouth and his balls swinging into your chin with every bob and thrust. You bob your head at a frantic pace, trying to milk the imp as quickly as possible, **** to receive his load of hot, delicious spunk. "Oh this feel good! Fire Hair been practicing!" If you were at all capable of feeling shame at this point then you would, but you aren't. Your cheeks are already flushed with lust and exertion, sweat is beginning to drip from your quivering body, and your pussy is wet and ready for the imp to take.

It isn't long before the prick in your mouth begins to twitch and you feel a familiar swelling and know that he is about to empty himself into your mouth. A moment later he proves you right, much to your delight and releases a flood of semen into you, further stoking your unnatural and unholy lusts.

The imp removes his dick from your mouth. "Alright Fire Hair slut, enough foreplay, time for main event!" You groan helplessly with lust and shift on the wall, trying to bare your ass for him to take again, already looking forward to having him mount you again. To your vague surprise though he laughs. "Not this time, slut! You get imp meat between legs! Your pussy mine!"

You are vaguely distressed by this, but more than fear, you're relieved that your poor pussy will finally get the attention it needs. With a flutter of his wings, the imp lands at your crotch and grabs on, his talons digging into your hips in a manner of control you find excitingly dominant. You press yourself back against the wall, stretch out your legs, and splay them to give the imp the best access. The two of you make eye contact for a moment, exchanging no words. All you are able to do is look at him with a begging desire, and no thought for your vows and whether Ayla's virginity-protecting spell really works. And then the imp pushes into your virgin quim.

The feeling of being filled and tainted by the imp meat causes you to immediately orgasm, accompanied by a scream of primal pleasure. "Yessss! Yes! Give it to me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Make me your bitch!" The imp cackles all the while, sawing in and out of your welcoming pussy.

"Finally Fire Hair! You mine! You take my seed and bear my spawn! Become mine!" You shudder and cum at his proclamation of breeding you. Likewise you feel a shudder of revulsion and profound distaste and disappointment in your spirit that could only be the Burning Rose. As you feel the imp clench up and release his sinfully decadent sperm into your womb, you let out a wail of pleasure, shockingly suffering another orgasm. "Hehehe, you mine now, Fire Hair!" The imp laughs cruelly and looks expectantly at your abdomen. When nothing happens, his expression turns more curious, and he allows his softening prick to slip out of your newly despoiled woman-hood.

"That about wraps up your job for today imp. Now off you go, don't worry I'm sure I'll have need of you again." With a flash of blue smoke the imp vanishes, leaving Ayla standing there with a predatory grin on her face. "Now that was fun to watch. You definitely earned your place in my bed with that. I always knew you sisters were pent up sluts, just acting holier than thou. But damn! I never imagined you were that wound up!" You can only stare at the elf and pant softly and enjoy the satisfied feeling in your loins.