Give In

You sit on top of the beasts belly, facing his erect member, and moment of sobriety sets down upon you. It was hardly a week ago you were someone completely different, someone that would have never been in some absurd bondage suit, about to be soul bound to a pig demon. Someone who'd never unraveled the mysteries of black magic, or killed a great demon countess. You never would have had a loyal doll maid, and you certainly wouldn't be sitting before the fearsome cock of an ogre. The idea that you were actually considering giving in seemed distant and abstract. It felt like it was someone else about to impale herself on that fat curly mast. You muse silently at how small you've become since waking up in this hellscape, even by human standards, and you slowly acknowledge that Mochyn is at least 12 feet tall. Your cool fingers lift his dick upright. It's burning hot to the touch, and comes almost as high as your chest. You wondered if he would even fit, surely not. Not without some magical aid. You'd never really considered sex with anyone other than Nealie. Maybe you were too afraid, but that fear wasn't with you anymore, only the growing flame of mad senseless desire.

Tarrying worked against you. You could feel the rise and fall of his massive chest between your legs, and the tight cords of his muscles. He was fat, yes, but he was powerful. You had time to soak in that sinful odor. The smell of work and lust saturated your blood with every breath. You bit your bottom lip. Everything was abstract. This was someone else taking charge. That frail little sorceress couldn't be you, could it? You reach down and unclip the small V of lace covering your pussy. Mochyn begins to chortle, but you grab his balls and squeeze. He huffs, falls silent, and stays still on his back.

Already a fat bead of pre cum has built up on the tip of his cock. You touch it, and it breaks, racing down the length of that engorged red flesh. You trace your hands up and down the length, following the natural twist. Slowly, you gain enthusiasm. It's so tall you have to put your whole body into the act, though that only serves to excite you more. Only the smallest voice remains to protest as you rise up, position yourself, and drive your tight pussy lips down on that tower of flesh. You cry out, and fire radiates within your body. You feel like a hot iron rod burns deep inside you. You can practically see the glow of the metal in your cunt. Your virgin flesh cries out. Yet... It doesn't hurt, not really. A small trickle of blood betrays your lost virginity, but it wasn't the impossible task it seemed. your body goes limp as you sit there and pant, but his rod holds you up like a second spine.

In your passiveness, Mochyn acts, he thrusts his hips, bouncing you high on his shaft before plunging you back down. The twists in his peculiar cock cause a ripple within you, and you cry out as he takes charge, thrusting your tiny body up and down. You cry in abandon, helpless in his thrall. You feel like a doll, with no function other than to cry out your delight in Mochyn's hedonism. You're a toy for his self gratification, and your lewd cries betray how you revel in this new role.