It's always the quiet one....

Jenny, the mousy brunette of the group stepped up first. The demon laughed and the girls watched as his cock throbbed and hundreds, maybe thousands, of tiny pebble-like beads pushed against the skin of his dick from the inside and then subsided. Jenny felt her pussy quiver at the thought of feeling that demonic rod buried inside her.

The demon's deep, intoxicating laughter made all three girls shiver. It trailed off slowly and the petite girl stopped three feet from the demon. She was transfixed by the throbbing of the demon's cock. Close as she was, she could see the thick veins throb with his pulse.

"I....I....I'll go...first..." she stammered, a blush rising from her hair line and sinking back down below her shirt collar.

"It's always the quiet ones," the demon said half-under his breath. "Step forward, mortal," the demon's deep voice resonated. Jenny did, her arousal growing so quickly in her that it felt like electricity was coursing through her. Every hair on her body was standing on end and she felt heat growing in her loins, and a twitching, aching need.

Jenny moved as if she were on strings, almost like she was hypnotized. She stepped forward until her lithe 5'0" frame was against the demon's body, his massive dick rising almost 2 feet over her head, his balls nestled against the junction of her rib cage.

"Are you prepared, mortal?"

"Yessss," Jenny said with an almost inaudible whisper.

"How will you take my blessing?"

"Will it fit...in my...va...in my cunt?" she asked, the word "cunt" rolling off her tongue as if it were completely foreign to her.

The demon's grin grew, revealing two sets of pointed canine teeth.