He wants a very peculiar trophy

"I am going to require something a little more permanent in payment than your lovely mouth." He reaches a fat hand out and squeezes your cheeks. His greasy fingers roam over your lips. "Something to keep with me, forever."

Bulgarmet wets his lips and your stomach turns at the thought of the terrible things he might have in mind. A memory flashes in your head. Something from inside him, covering your head and face, drinking deeply of your identity itself. You remember screaming, but you cannot recall if you screamed in pleasure or pain. Perhaps it doesn't matter when both things seem to converge in this realm.

You resist your initial urge to blurt out a simple, "Yes" to his request. After all, you are still inflamed by the glistening musk and sweet flavor of his cum. But his words imply maiming. Might this bloated daemon actually want to eat some part of you?

"My lord, I will of course do my best to pay my way to the other side of the lake," you gasp, still stroking his wriggling cum against your breasts. "I want to give you pleasure. But... I need my limbs. My head. I can't give you a part of my body."

Bulgarmet's laughter is like the bubbling of a hot mud pit. He drools and rolls his head atop his shoulders as he laughs. His entire body ripples with his spasms of mirth.

"I would not dream of harming you in such a way!" He takes your hand and pulls you atop the warm, fleshy cushion of his body. "My beautiful, fetching, innocent slut. You are a morsel to be treasured. To be, mmmmmm...

His huge tongue wriggles between your fingers and swipes warmly over your face.

"...savored."

He squeezes your bottom with his hands and you feel more than one of his cocks squirming up and pressing against your thighs and breasts. You grind unconsciously, pressing your cum-smeared slit against the misshapen grubs of one of his cocks. It slides over and spreads your pussy open. It could be inside you so very easily.

"What is it you want then, my lord?" Your filth-stoked cum-lust is obvious. You work your hips and rub your straining clit against Bulgarmet's vile cockflesh. "Tell me. What exactly do you ask?"

"Join my harem," he says, simply, his watery eyes staring up at you.

"My lord, I must get to the other side of the lake."

"And so you shall," he agrees. "But if you trust me, and of course you must, then there is a way you can join my harem without ceasing your journey."

"How is that possible?" you ask.

"Jenavive!" he bellows. "I am done with you. It is time for you to go back."

A voluptuous harem girl with dark eyes and very shapely hips goes wide-eyed with fear. She lets go of the cock she was massaging and backs away from her daemonic master.

"Please, no! I've been good, my lord! Don't send me back!"

Two of the other harem girls take hold of Jenavive by her arms and drag her back towards Bulgarmet's loathsome bulk. He shifts, turning slight and nearly spilling you off his chest. He catches you in one arm and pulls you tight.

"Watch, my lovely. I will know your flesh and make it my own. What rises from my flesh, must return."

"No!" cries Jenavive, fighting hard against the two women. "No! I'll do anything you desire!"

"Of course, Jenavive. And I desire for you to return now."

There is a slurp followed by a vile sound like the ripping of entrails. Bulgarmet's belly folds separate and expose a reddish crease and a deeper darkness within the gluttonous daemon's flesh. A foul smell fills the air and you have a distinct impression that something is moving inside those folds, something like a nest of serpents.

"Nooooooooo!" screams Jenavive.

The two other harem girls shove her face-first into Bulgarmet's body. Wet, hagfish-like tentacles lash around her arms and neck and pull her into the darkness. Her screams become muffled, her kicking feet are sucked into the flesh and the folds close slowly with a wet slurp. Bulgarmet belches and his body shudders. If you strain your ears, you can almost hear the poor harem girl screaming inside him. It does not last long.

"There is a vacancy on my harem," says Bulgarmet. "Become one with my flesh and I will let you continue on your way."

"You'll eat me?"

"Only your thoughts, my sweet, Sabine. Connect your body to mine and at the height of your pleasure I will absorb your thoughts. You will be free to go and I will make your flesh from mine."

"An impostor?" The thought sickens you. This beast would take you and turn you into one of his harem girls? But they seem like real people.

"A plaything," counters the daemon. "Who believes she is you and has your memories. But her body will be mine to do with as I please. All you must do is climb atop one of my cocks and ride me. I can feel your lust to do so. Give in to that lust and allow me to taste your mind."