Dora wants more [DS, Corruption, TF]

Dora hesitated, clearly conflicted.

Then Bev groaned again, bucking his hips into her hand, releasing another sinful puff which went right up her schnozz.

“Ohhhh… Oh, God.” She rasped, trembling. “But he’s so gross–”

“We can remedy that, mistress.” I purred, leaning close to clasp my hands over hers, cradling his underwhelming rod. “You wished to expose men as big, dumb meatheads, yes? Watch carefully.”

Without waiting for permission, I extended my will towards a fallen cultist who had crumpled in a catatonic heap and tore out a chunk of his life ****.

Relax. I didn’t kill him. These guys are basically redshirts anyway.

The power throbbed in my grasp for one pussy-squelching second before I slammed it into Bevan, luxuriating in the intoxicating rush of channeling mortal energy.

“Hmmph!” Dora’s jumbo jugs muffled Bev’s cry.

Her eyes widened as I directed the energy through his body. She could see the currents now. The hidden flows beneath flesh and bone. Muscles hardened as fat reserves melted away. Acne vanished. Bones stretched. Limbs bulked with dense, athletic mass.

And thus, Brawny Bev was born in the span of a few heartbeats.

Dora observed the entire process with studious fascination, memorizing my every move.

She shuffled down towards our joined hands for a better view until her lush body lay 69’ed across his chiseled torso. Her knees on either side of his stupid skull with her pretty head hovering above his lap.

I winked at her.

Then, for my final lesson, I reached into Bevan’s skull with an invisible talon and carved out a generous helping of his smarts before shoving it somewhere much less useful but far more fun.

Namely, his dick.

Dora gasped when his tiny pecker suddenly grew into a proper fuckstaff in our combined grasp. Lengthening and thickening to beastly proportions, the tumescent tip surged skyward like a meaty missile straight into her gaping mouth.

“Glommff~!”

“Hyuurgh!” Buff Bev grunted, his voice deeper but emotionless with a distinctly dull quality. “What ya doin’ down there?”

Dora couldn’t talk around her gob full of knob, her eyes bulging as she took a deep rip off Bev’s beefy bong, so I answered instead.

“Don’t worry your pretty head about it, hon.” I said, stroking his upgraded girth. “You just lie there and feel good, ‘kay?”

“M’kay.”

Eloquent as a doorstop, our Bevvie boy.

With most of his IQ churning in his balls, he’d become the lead candidate for village idiot.

Eyes half-closed, Dora moaned and began bobbing on Bev’s bulbous bell-end. She was a go-getter, alright, chasing her next high after that first sinful taste. I knew that craving well.

Sucking and slurping, she gobbled his fat cock, lashing her tongue around the head to coax out more precum. That pearly gloop was liquified lust, the quickest way to recharge her magic reserves and get off at the same time.

She was leaking girl juices and arousal. Since she was pantiless, the former soaked her slutty black dress while I drank up the latter. Bevan wrestled with Dora’s skirts, trying to see what was happening.

Alas, he was stuck like a kitten tangled in blankets. The brainless hunk couldn’t find his ass with an atlas anymore.

Dora picked up the pace, earnestly face-fucking herself on his riotous rod. **** and retching when it hit the back of her throat. The girl had moxie. You had to admire that.

In an uncharacteristic act of kindness, I deleted her gag reflex–wrote it right out of existence–and loosened her neck muscles.

Don’t judge me. I was fucking plastered.

With those pesky obstructions removed, Dora really went to town. She gulped, swallowed, and buried fully half of Bev’s colossal cock into her slender throat, jacking the remaining length in both hands.

“F-Fark!” He roared, strong hips leaving the ground. “I’m gonna… gonna..”

The chump was ready to blow already.

“We’ll have none of that.” I chided sternly, forming Dora’s arousal into a ghostly red needle. “Good boys don’t cum without permission.”

Then I slid it smoothly into his base, right above his swinging nutsack, making sure Dora’s watering eyes caught the trick.

“GAAAAHH!!”

His scream was one of agonized denial rather than physical pain. The ear-splitting cry roused our insensate audience in time to catch the grand finale.

They whimpered and wept, squirming on the dusty floor like slugs, smearing their pitiful faces against the cold cement. The freshmen appeared haggard, worn down, aged twenty hard years in the last hour.

Who cared? Certainly not me.

A quick check on Dora found the girl’s soul brimming with new power, her thick suctioning lips secured around Bev’s preposterous prick, her giant tits pancaked against his ripped abdominals.

Her slim throat distended with every downward thrust of her head. Her shiny espresso tresses blanketed his powerful thighs. Her graceful hands sketched arcane patterns across his muscular body, drawing out more of his life **** and intellect, mirroring my technique.

Bev’s eyes were completely glazed. Drool ran from his slack jaw, emitting guttural grunts as Dora shlorped and gurgled, draining him dry.

Her hatred of him still burned strongly.

Reluctantly, I intervened.

“You need to stop, mistress.” I told her. “Any more and he will perish.”

Dora’s gaze snapped to me, her pupils blazing like miniature suns. The unspoken challenge was unmistakable.

Sighing, I flipped up her skirts, dredging two dexterous fingers through her drenched pussy in the same instant I removed the needle blocking Bevan's release.

“GAAARRH!!” He bellowed, erupting like a firehouse.

Dora’s equally rapturous wail was drowned under a fountain of hot spunk blasted straight down her distended neck, as her sodden snatch sprayed me up to the elbow with ecstatic nectar.

Usually, I might have commented. But fuck, I was right there with them, riding that cunt-quaking high as I bathed in the orgasmic power they radiated like twin supernovas.

Bev was a goner. Not physically–he was in the best shape of his life, a totally jacked fuckstud capable of bangin’ for weeks–but mentally, every fuse in his peabrain was blown.

Whatever was left would be hard-pressed to spell his name.

Conversely, Dora had become a blinding beacon of magical potential, blazing brighter with every sticky throatful. And there was a lot for her to swallow–all of it going straight to her already massive tits. Those hefty honkers swelled, rapidly surpassing watermelon-like sizes.

I shored up her back muscles to avoid future complications.

When they were done, she stood and turned to me. Her eyes beamed with brilliant white light, while a wicked grin stretched her cum-glossed lips.

“I can see it all now. I can feel the tides and flow of the cosmos.” She husked, sliding her hands down her sides with a delighted shiver. “Everything is so clear. So in focus. It’s… phenomenal.”

I simply shrugged, then burped, prompting a drunken giggle.

Dora clicked her fingers. Magic snapped out of her, ironing the rumples from her dress, restyling her mussed hair, and generally eliminating any signs of a well-fucked super-babe.

Behind her, Beefcake Bec lay unmoving. His strapping chest rose and fell slowly. Yet his insatiable stiffy remained ramrod straight, ready for action.

Dora added a black diamond tiara to her dark sorceress regalia, glancing down when her gravity-defying whoopers shrank by a cup size. It was barely noticeable in the greater scheme of her bodacious boobage.

“That will take some getting used to.” She laughed, fondling a giant tit. The cruel sound put every Disney villainess to shame. I fucking loved it. “A small price to pay and easily recouped.”

Her burning gaze fell on the nearest sniveling cultist.

She licked her lips hungrily, staring at him as she panted her feet on either side of Bev’s hips. Hiking up her skirts, Dora squatted, sinking down onto his enlarged length with a blissful sigh.

The unceremonious loss of her virginity didn’t even merit a wince of pain. She immediately began rolling her magnificent hips.

“Philip, come here, pet.” Dora crooned, making a complicated hand gesture. “Your mistress will take care of you.”

Philip yelped as magic lifted him into the air, tore off his pants, and yanked him towards her.

Aaaand that was another contract complete.

Dora had received everything she asked for, if not precisely what she wanted. The last thing I saw before returning to hell was her riding Bevan roughshod while blowing that Philip guy’s dick.

His eyes dimmed, and his muscles grew.

She’d be alright.

Girl power, yay!

Truly, there’s nothing so satisfying as a job well done.

Catch y’all next time.

The End