Lavorra submits

Yes/No (Even) - [3,3] No, Lavorra’s resolve isn’t enough for Kulrakan’s power, and she submits to him

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She screams herself back to consciousness, and the cry becomes a throaty moan as Lavorra finds herself overwhelmed and overpowered, body and soul, by the waves of pleasure cascading over her.

Her senses return to her one by one. She feels the weight of a body above her, soft flesh melding with hers, something thick and hard and throbbing thrusting into her in a delight of sensation.

She hears the wet clapping of flesh, and the helpless moans of a pair of voices - one of which is hers. She can taste spit, not her own, and sweaty flesh pressed against her lips. She can smell that all-consuming, mind-altering musk that emanates from Kulrakan.

Her eyes focus, and she can do nothing but drink in the fate that’s befallen her.

Melira’s round grey breasts slap and bounce before her eyes, shoved into her face as the taller Elvenwoman is pressed down on top of her. Stacked horizontally with her friend like logs for the fire, she gasps in unison with Melira, as their bodies both rock with the **** of Kulrakan, thrusting into both of them with his twinned members.

A pair of hands grip each of their waists with a vice-like hold, and the combination of his Daemonic might and seductive magic leaves their limbs useless, unable to push back against him as he impales the pair of them.

“I’m - I’m sorry, Lavvy…” Melira gasps huskily, her body jolting with the might of Kulrakan’s member inside her.

“N-no, it’s m-my fault.” Lavorra whimpers in reply, unable to stop her back arching in pleasure, pressing her trembling breasts against Melira’s upper belly. Her lips brush Mel’s own bouncing tits, and she has to fight back the urge to take one of her large dark nipples in her mouth, and suck eagerly.

“Hush now. Let me hear nothing but the music of your moaning, and the sweet way you beg for my touch.” Kulrakan croons above them, grip tightening as he rails them together.

She looks back to see Melira’s eyes becoming unfocused, and knows that she must have a similar look of helpless pleasure on her freckled face.

Kulrakan toyed with her, defeated her, and now he’s making them both his. Her walls squeeze tight around him as he glides deeper inside her, her body already lost to his control, **** to squeeze every last drop from his wonderful, pulsing cock.

She feels herself sink as though travelling through water, losing herself in pleasure as her every sense is bombarded by the Daemon-Lord’s magic and presence.

Would it be so bad, with Melira by my side?

She moans, helpless and in agonising ecstasy, her face a mirror of Melira’s as they cry out, eyes rolling back, tongues lolling out as those twin cocks pummel and prod them both, their fat round cheeks clapping hard against the same toned body.

“My sweet Elven pets. All you’ll know from this point on is pleasure, and how best to serve mine. But don’t worry, your every moment in service to me will be a delight for you.” His voice, like honey, flows into her ears and drowns her brain, and she knows in her heart that he’s right.

She clutches Melira, lips fastening around her friend’s nipple, licking and sucking, even as the Dark Elf Sorceress clasps her flame-red head to her breast. They cling to one another, a merged form of curvaceous, toned flesh, whimpering and shuddering together as their minds are lost to pleasure and the pursuit of it. Their sopping wet cunts join the symphony of flesh and moans, noisily devouring Kulrakan’s girthy members as he plunges into them again and again.

They find themselves tumbling through waves of uncontrollable joy and seemingly through space itself, positions and actions shifting like the winds of magic.

Lavorra’s position is reversed: she finds Kulrakan buried to the base in her throat, Melira’s pussy pressed to her lips and chin even as the Daemon-Lord’s upper cock fills it.

They sit astride him, legs and arms wrapped around each other as they bounce in time.

Melira greedily laps up Lavorra’s soaking cunt as Kulrakan takes her from behind, his tongue slithering into Lavorra’s throat.

Lavorra takes him between her feet, soles rubbing one of his rigid shafts while Melira sucks the other, her tight grey pussy pressed down over Lavorra’s eager mouth.

Now the Sorceress takes Lavorra’s head in her hands, sitting the petite Paladin on her lap as she guides the redhead’s mouth over their masters cock, stroking the other, looking up at him as she services him with her friend’s mouth for a toy.

Endless combinations are explored and countless climaxes rock both girls, load after load of seed filling their wombs and stomachs, painting their bodies from head to toe.

This is all there is now, all there ever needs to be.

They belong to Kulrakan.