Envy descends

Envy removes himself from his throne, ready to mate with the first toy in his harem. Now that she was a little more to his liking, he would have no trouble pumping her with his seed.

He stood at 15 feet tall. His skin was less muscular and blood-red than the other demons, but he had a sense of regality to his form. He wore nothing, his enormous member swinging between his knees as he walked down the stairs to the girl.

She was still being molested by the imps, whose hands had explored from her breasts and were venturing into every hole and crevass they could find on her. Her newly grown tits dangled like heavy, squishy weights, rolling over themselves as she writhed and struggled. Her throat was hoarse and dry from days of screaming.

Envy grabbed her by the waist, causing the imps to run off, hiding behind pillars to watch what their master was going to do with her. Although her weight was significantly increased with her new found figure, he had no struggle in lifting her up, and inspecting her dainty little body. His tongue began to worm uncontrollably out of his mouth.

It was slightly forked, drooling and wide. He turned her so that he was facing her buttocks, and brought her down into his face. His fat tongue began to prepare her pussy, lubing it with his demonic salve as he lapped at her behind. Spit went flying in all directions, spreading her pussy open with it's heat and inadvertently soaking her asshole. Her body struggled in his fingertips, but she couldn't escape his grasp.

Not that he knew enough about the human body to be aware he was doing it, but she was quickly sent into an orgasm as his tongue lathered her clitoris repeatedly, the rough texture of his tongue rapidly sending her body into a fit of shivering, shaking pleasure.