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You know, Gulliun could be feeding me a giant pile of bullshit, right now. Lying his arse off just to get his dick wet. But I knew the truth. Even dormant, the veiled creature could sense as I drew near to it's victims crotch. The pressure was starting to get dangerously oppressive. Hopefully it would ease once I started but then again, I could be about to make things worse.

No point in trying to put this off. All would be revealed, both figuratively and literary, as I lifted the skirt of my dress and got into position. At least the carpet was soft.

One last moment of hesitation as I reach for Gulliun's belt. Was I really going to do this for the second time? Willingly? (sorta). Once the warden's belt was undone and his trousers pulled down, I was greeted by a swollen mass of flesh springing forward. It nearly hit my nose on the up swing, and came to rest with its tip almost touching my lips. The smell was pungent. Were Vulca's was an earthy musk mixed with whatever that strange perfume she wore was, this was dank and clawing. Red, angry, and bloated, it strained to make contact as my breath seemed offer some small relief.

"It wasn't your back causing you pain earlier, was it?"

"I try my best to hid the constant erection. I refuse to appear so unsightly before those under my command."

That couldn't of been easy. A normal hard-on could be painful on it's own, actively hiding one as big as this? I couldn't being to imagine what Gulliun had gone through.

Not knowing if it was out of pity, or my own curse pushing me over the line, I leaned forward and kissed the tip. Immediately, thick white oozed onto my lips, and started running down my chin. In a mix of fright and shock, I pull back.

"Apologies miss Frieren, the curse also, shall we say, increases the size of my garrison. I suspect I will be deploying, for the duration of you cure."

I only half registered what he was saying. Startled, my gut reaction to quickly wipe away the offending substance. My eyes, however, were still locked on the leaking phallus. I watched as it continued to slowly pour out the overflow. Some of it dripping to the floor while the rest drew a white line down the length, pooling around equally swollen testicles before also staining the carpet.

Funny enough, the pressure had begun to subside. I was obviously giving the curse what it wanted. This flipped some sort of slut switch in my brain, as I was soon back for another kiss on Gulliun's cock head, this time with added flick of my tongue to taste the salty goo. Second lick quickly follows, then a third, a fourth. My hand is already pulling back the foreskin and my tongue is now circling around the crown. Seconds later, Gulliun is gripping onto his desk for dear life as I repeatedly coat his cock with saliva from base to tip, base-to-tip, base-to-tip, base-to-tip. Every now and then I'll switch from my tongue to just dragging my lips across the full length of his shaft.

"Goddess preserve me," the warden says in with a joyful gasp. Gulliun is physically trembling but his strength never seems to fail him. His breathing heavy but not laboured. He eventually places a hand on my head; not to resist or force me, but to keep his balance.

I can't look up to see his expression, my face covered in his sticky approval. Lord only knows what this will be like when he actually cums. His essence is just flowing over me, trickling down my cheeks and dribbling down my neck. Every now and then, I can feel large globs landing on my breasts, some even manage to travel the valley of my cleavage and pool inside my corset.

Mentally, I'm just not there. It's pure instinct and lust. My body knows what to do and I'm just along for the ride. On some level, I'm glad. I don't think I'm ready for the wider implications of my "natural talent." I feel hungry, not as strong as before with Vulca, but it's there. The more I devour, the hotter my body becomes and the more the curse's pressure disappears.

At some point, I pull down the torn blouse of my dress and dig the fingers of my free hand into their softness. How perverse, I must look. Warden of the guard, getting sucked off by his blonde elf bimbo. What ever doubts I had at the start, had melted away, forgotten. My past life in this moment was like a distant dream, washed from the sores of consciousness out to the sea of oblivion. Goddess, I hope I still feel this way in an hour. It was so liberating. If Gulliun bent me over the desk right now, I don't think I could stop him. Hell, I'm not sure I'd want to stop him.

"Stop torturing me, you elven she-devil!" Suddenly I felt the pressure surge, along with Gulliun's cock as he cried out in frustration. Both hands now had a firm grip of my head. Something was wrong. His voice sound off. Younger, but also darker, angrier. "Stupid, knife-eared slut! Actually put it in your whore mouth!"

Now the voice didn't sound like him at all. Had the demon woken up? Was it using the curse to control Gulliun? I already knew the answer, but was too lust drunk to do anything about it except open wide.

I still couldn't see with all of Gulliun's pre-gunk in my eyes, but I knew what was coming. His curse infused girth hit the back of my throat like a freight train. Gag reflex kicked in instantly. This version of Gulliun didn't care. Pre-cum was now mixed with spit as choked. The bastard held me place for what felt like forever. Then, air filled my lungs and a burning cough as I tried to breathe. My rest was only temporary, as mouth and throat were invaded once more.

The...s-spell...I need...to activate...the binding...speeelll...

I struggled to maintain my thoughts. The assault made it nearly impossible to concentrate. My arms reach up to try and push myself off him, but I just can't get any weight from my shoulders. My body feels as limp as a ragdoll.

"How do you like the warden's cock now elf bitch?"

"Gluck uullaggck Gluckgluckgluckgluck cough gluckgluckgluckgluck mmmuuaackh! GluckgluckgluckgluckGluckgluckgluckgluckGluckgluckgluckgluck uullaggck!"

"Yeah, that's what I thought, you little knife-eared cunt!" The possessed warden laughed as he forcibly bobbed my head along his cursed rod, turning my abused gullet into his personal cock sleeve. Combined with a lack of air and the constant stream of viscose white, oozing into my mouth, and I was rapidly loosing consciousness.

"Once I'm done stuffing your guts with cum. I'm gonna turn you into my little breeding sow. You'll breed me an army of imps and incubi for the rest of your long, slutty, little, elven life. Assuming you don't die of asphyxiation of course. Old Gulliun's been saving up. The bastard was literally prepared to die and take me with him instead of letting me finish passing my curse on to that bitch of a guard captain. But with you. Oh sweet little elf whore. With your long life span, I can keep this host alive for an eternity." His vile words highlighted with periodic slaps of his balls against my chin as he keeps forcing me down to the base.

"GluckgluckgluckgluckGluckgluckgluckgluckGluckgluckgluckgluck cough cough!" Just as darkness was about to take me, he pulls back. "Huuuwwhhhuuu! cough cough!"

"No, nonono, stay with me sweetie. You and me have got a long night ahead of us." A cold thumb wiped some the gunk from my eyes as the demon cupped my face in his borrowed hands.

Finally able to open my eyes as I struggled to catch my breath; a demonic face where Gulliun's should be...and a familiar chain.

Adrenaline woke me from my stupor, and I lunged at the chain, pulling with what little strength I had left. The spell did the rest as the demons strength now bled into me, restoring me. The pressure broke completely and I could think clearly. Rage replaced lust as I gave the chain a massive yank, almost falling backwards as stumble a few steps.

For the first time, I could see my enemy. An ethereal demonic torso protruding from Gulliun's chest. Not separating completely, despite my efforts. The curse still joining them at the waist and their shared cock pulsing and growing larger still.

"You elf bitch!!! What have you done?!?!" The demon tried and failed to grab hold of the magical chain around his neck.

"I believe I'm evicting a bad tenant," I manage to say, despite my throat still feeling like I swollowed a horse.