Grudgingly, yes

You know where this leads. Despite your trials thus far, you've not forgotten the effects of a daemon's ejaculate. If anything, you feel better prepared for the blistering fog of lust waiting to envelop your senses when his creamy goo settles in your belly.

That doesn't mean you're looking forward to it. The prestige he holds is his only redeeming virtue - to be fair, you're unable to deny just how attractive the offers of his safety and comforts are - but even the thought that it could be at all beneficial to submit to him is repulsive. You don't want to picture yourself pleasuring him, you deny the memory of it, and you shudder to think that it could easily lead to... things you don't want to consider.

But what would denying him earn you? At best, he'll return you to shore and, if you're very lucky, you might find shelter before some other monstrosity happens upon you. More likely he'll toss you overboard and let you swim back yourself, not that you'd avoid attracting the attention of anything living beneath the surface of the black lake. Or he could just seize you and fuck you against your will... at first. How long would your mind hold out before you're another fawning harem ****?

You've nothing to offer in counter except one of your other holes. Maybe you could accomplish a task for him but... you're both well aware of your chances of succeeding at, well, anything. You're naked and defenseless - the only task you're good for is satisfying a vulgar daemon like Bulgarmet with your tight sex.

"Well, Sabine? I'm not very patient, you know. If you don't give me your answer, I shall have to decide for you..." He grins and smacks his chops. His tongue licks repeatedly over his lips, drooling whatever slime passes for his saliva, mixed with the greasy entrails of some half-eaten beast in one of his hands.

You offer Bulgarmet the most seductive smile you can and saunter toward him. You know he'll appreciate the show, and you might be able to use any small gesture later as leverage. "I'll suck your seed..." You put a finger to your lips and press the tip into your mouth. You affect a throaty tone, and the barest hint of a lisp. "I'll even swallow it, mmm..." You're close enough to the massive daemon now to smell his ripe odor, rotting meat marinating in curdled milk, mixed together with the stink of sweat and sex - the spicy and sweet perfume of his slaves would be pleasant on its own, but it turns bitter in the presence of the foul glutton.

He's clearly getting excited as you near him. A hand goes to his straining wart of a dick and jerks it wildly in anticipation. "But," you stop only a few arms-lengths away. "Only one load of your cream. And then you'll see me safely and unmolested to my destination."

The daemon nods frantically. "Yes, yes, of course! But you have to drink it all, no matter how much! And if you spill, you have to lap it all up... on your hands and knees!" He seems almost more of a child than a lord of daemonkind for his enthusiasm. Still, you hesitate for a moment. You have to swallow everything - how much could it possibly be?

You glance nervously at the adoring harem girls - you might soon find yourself among them, but at least you have the chance to mentally gird yourself. Only **** awaits you if you back out now. There is **** but to go along with this.

You take another step toward Bulgarmet and sink to your knees before his heaving bulk. "Mmm, every drop." You agree as you reach forward to take the misshapen appendage into your hands. You have to crush yourself against his body to reach the thing - his fatty flesh offers little resistance so you sink into him a bit as you lean forward to get at his knob. You can barely wrap both of your hands around it, but it's just as spongy as the rest of his mass, so you can compress it into something more manageable, much to the daemon's delight.

The tip of it is already drooling, so you use that to lubricate his shaft and really get your hands going. As you jerk him, more of the liquid sputters out and begins to create a foamy froth. The stink is incredible, but not so horrendously pungent as the rest of him - its just so strongly potent that you're vaguely reminded of all the other times you serviced Bulgarmet before and guzzled greedily on his goo... no wait, not Bulgarmet. Other daemons. No... sucking off daemons isn't something you do... is it?

Apparently it is. When you finally wrap your lips around the daemon's shaft, he groans from the very depth of him, and you can feel it reverberating through your own body. You need to savor every drop, as he said, so you busily run your tongue up and down the sides to lap up the pre already running over your fingers as you stroke. The flavor and heat and consistency of it is just as intense as the aroma. You knew it would inflame your own desires almost right away, but you'd forgotten how virile he is. You can almost taste each individual sperm on your tongue before they crawl down your throat - but that's obviously just your imagination.

"Mmm... delishmmm..." You moan and slurp and hollow your cheeks as you suck and bob your head and suck... your previous revulsion has mostly faded away, replaced by the desire to milk him for as much of his slime as you can **** him to produce. You turn your doe eyes to look up at him. His tongue is lolling out the side of his mouth watching you. All over his body, his slaves are grinding themselves against other protrusions he's created, they're stroking him and sucking him just as you are... Whichever of his dicks aren't being snugly wrapped up inside the flesh of one of his slaves is being pointed directly at you.

"Oh Sabine... uggh, you magnificent slut! How I've missed those lips, that body... let me bathe you in my semen! I want to see you glazed head-to-toe!" The request catches you off-guard. The idea is only slightly more demeaning than the circumstance in which you already find yourself, and you wouldn't have to swallow any more of his seed than the trace amount you already have.

If it gets him off and gets you out of drinking his cum, why not? You lean back, letting the crown of his dick pop free from your lips, bee-stung from your powerful sucking. "Whatever you wish, my lord. Cover me up... spray it all over me... yeah, give me that cum..." You let the words flow from your mouth, not quite sure where they're coming from, but it feels right. He doesn't resist your dirty-talk very long. The fat bulb squeezed between your fists erupts without warning, spraying thick ropes of seed that coat your face almost all at once. After the first couple of blasts, you direct it further down to coat your chest and drip over the rest your body... no, a modest amount of his slime might merely drip... the vast quantity of semen staining your porcelain skin flows over you. Within moments, his other cocks begin to spray their loads. At this point, you simply sit back on your haunches, arms spread, and allow him to cover you with his fuck juice.

It's just as hot and heady all over you as inside your mouth, so when you start to rub it all over your skin it's not entirely for show. By the time he's done, you're kneeling in a shallow pool of his rancid cream, and true to his word, not an inch of you hasn't been liberally coated in the daemon's jizz. It feels - fuck - it feels sticky and warm, bubbling all over you with a life of its own. You can actually feel his seed wriggling around and trying to seep into the pores of your skin, seeking some way to impregnate you. Ugh, it's so disgustingly good... you want it inside your body, coating your mouth and your colon and your womb just as it coats your skin...

But, you're also glad to be done with it. You'll have plenty of time to deal with the aftereffects of his cum bath once the barge has set sail... and in private. "Ahh, that was magnificent. I trust you enjoyed yourself?" You peel open an eyelid that had been glued shut and smile up at the grotesque daemon. Your distaste for him has diminished substantially, probably since you're wearing his seed. Another fine reason to be rid of it.

"Yes, very much. But... you don't think you're finished, do you?"

Your eyes grow wide. No...

"It was lovely for you to agree to such a humble request - I just can't express how beautiful you are soaking in my seed - but the terms of our agreement never changed. You said you would drink every drop, and from my vantage point, you've failed miserably. In fact, I don't think there's any way to distinguish the load you were supposed to drink from everything else you're covered in, and after agreeing so willingly... I really had my hopes up, Sabine. I would be insulted, but I think that you did give it your best, so I'm going to give you a chance to make it up to me. I'll let you try again, but this time..."