Not a chance

Your cry is a mix of feminine pleasure, surprise at the rapidly changing appearance of the creature on top of you, and a brief but profound moment of pain. The physical sensation of your hymen tearing does not compare to the disappointment you feel for a fleeting instant as your connection to the Burning Rose is irreparably severed. That shock quickly gives way to the realization that your lover is not Russ DeLarco at all, but a handsome daemonic creature with a mostly human appearance, save for the horns twisting from his head.

You recognize it as a cambion, a daemon not too different in nature from succubi and incubi. Whereas succubi are actually dual-gender and are known to collect a harem of females to breed with at their heart's content, cambions are exclusively male, and they work a bit differently. The daemon's seed alters a female's reproductive system so that she will only ever conceive daemon spawn. She's then released with an insatiable desire for sex, and the cambion leaves in search of a new victim.

You're aware of this thanks to your extensive training, but that knowledge isn't going to help you now. His venom has already shattered your resolve. Your desire to be a slut, as you confessed just moments ago, will gradually erode whatever other ambitions you ever had. Even now, you're actually happy you know what's happening to you - it's easier to learn how to fuck properly if you know you won't have any other concerns in a few hours.

"Mmmm, soo big! You're splitting me open! Oooh... feels so good!" You're adding emphasis and your best attempt at erotic moans for his benefit, but it really does feel more incredible than you could have imagined, and you're rewarded by him thrusting even more enthusiastically into you.

"I knew you were worth following from the abbey. Damn glad I was able to catch up to you."

"Now you've got me... and I don't want you to let me go... until I can fuck like a daemon." You shudder in pleasure at the thought of him **** you day in and day out until you're an experienced whore.

"You know what my kind does, then?"

"Mmmmhmmmm... just the thought of a random stranger... fucking a daemon into me makes me want your seed so bad..." The sounds you're making, the way you're moving your body... you know you're already broken. Even if you were to be rescued now, you'd happily turn to selling your body just to relieve the lust ingrained in your soul.

He rolls over and seats you on top of him, bucking his hips up into you, but also guiding your body with his hands. "Then let's begin your training. Fuck me like a good little whore and milk me dry if you want it so badly."

You coo in pleasure and follow his instructions the best you can. It helps that you've always been a quick study when it comes to learning how to control your body, and it seems you're a natural at sex, almost like you were made just for fucking. It's a shame you spent so much time devoted to the Burning Rose when you're such a talented tramp.

He fucks you for what seems like hours, but it's still just as dark as when you first awoke. He takes you several different ways, to expose you to as much sex as he can. You cum several times on your back, several more times riding him, both facing toward and away from him, again on your knees, then standing with your back to the wall, and standing again, this time your tits pressed against the cool glass of the window... you get a break when he teaches you how to properly fellate him, then flips you around for a 69...

Finally, your long, stocking-clad legs straddle his lap as he kneels, thrusting up into you while you face each other. You're drenched in sweat, hair clinging to your brow, and your body is weak to the point of collapse from nearly constant sex and multiple orgasms over the course of the night.

"Cum in my tight little pussy... I know you want to. It's okay, I want you to. I want to feel all of your hot, creamy sperm swimming around in me..." Your begging is a litany of all the nasty images he's fucked into your head, and more than a few ideas that your own new twisted imagination has come up with. Despite being exhausted beyond the limits of your stamina, you're vigorously grinding against him as he thrusts up into you. Pure desire to feel his semen claim your womb keeps you going... after all, a slut like you never quits.

You can feel the full length of his fuck stick trembling for the first time this evening. "You've done really well, Sabine, especially for a virgin. If you really want to be a daemon-breeder so bad, then I suppose you've earned this."

Oh, yes... Your body had almost gone numb from the constant sensations, but at his declaration you can feel your orgasm building again. The pleasure is building all through your body, from your curled toes to the tips of your fingers raking across his chest. He's been winding you up all night, beyond the point of snapping, and yet you still managed to coil tighter and tighter.

"Yes, please! Fill me up! I want to make daemon babies... Oooohh!" He explodes into you. The first blast of daemon spunk shoots directly into your womb and splatters all over your insides, coating your core in his corrupting cream. "More! Morr~aahhh!" You try your best to encourage him, with both your words and your body, bouncing your hips on his meat rod and sucking him up with your eager cunny... but it's just too much for you. Your toss your head around, hair bouncing wildly... your back arches, body spasming out of control.

The cambion holds you steady as well as he can, filling you fuller and fuller until your womb can hold no more. There's just a slight roundness to your belly, but still he shoots more of his daemonic sperm inside, most of it oozing out around his member and coating your thighs.

Deep inside your body, the daemon's potent sperm is relentless in its mission. It soaks into the walls of your uterus and alters your flesh, re-purposing it. By the time the process is finished, you won't truly be human anymore, capable of only spawning fiendish hybrids, and craving semen wherever you can find it. A small pentagram etches itself into your skin below your navel, glows brightly with sinister red light for only a moment, and then fades to a dark green, resembling nothing more than a tattoo. You know that it will flare to life again when you're properly inseminated.

You finally fall back on the bed, totally exhausted, but fully satisfied. His enormous erection slides free from your sopping pussy with an audible pop, thick white fluid sloshing out of you freely. The most intense part of the orgasm has passed, but you still shiver as blissful sensations echo around your flesh. You squirm delightfully on the bed, your own fingers crawling all over your skin, but especially around the parts of your skin caked in his slime. You smear it around and bring the taste of it to your lips.

Sucking his semen from your digits is interrupted by his tongue winding around yours again. He lays on top of you and slides his dick back inside your body with practiced ease. "Oooh my, again?"

You get your answer as his dick begins to slide in and out of your well-fucked quim. The venom from his latest kiss stokes your lust again, and you feel your need returning. "That was a reward for making so much progress, but you said it yourself. You don't want me to stop until you can fuck like a daemon, so we've got a long night ahead of us."

The smile that spreads across your face isn't sweet, nor innocent, nor reminiscent at all of the virginal paladin that fell asleep in this bed only a few hours ago. The look is wanton, seductive, and perhaps even cruel - the perfect expression for your new life.