Offer your ass again

You can't help it, the imp is right, you are his slut and there is no way you can resist taking his cock now that you have swallowed his delicious seed. Though you try to resist, you can't keep your eyes off of his red cock. The way it seems to point accusingly at you, while a drop of sperm clings to its tip to tempt you back. "Ohh, I want it inside me..." You moan lustily.

The imp cackles. "Of course you do, fire hair! You bigger slut than elf whore!"

His words make your cheeks burn red with embarrassment and shame, however you feel even more shame at the sense of disdain you get from The Burning Rose. You feel her pull further away from you, especially as you stand up and move over to the window. You brace yourself with one hand while while hiking your gown up over your waist and gathering it in front of your shamefully wet vagina as you bend over and offer your ass to the imp. "Please...I need it in my ass..."

It takes only a second for the imp to bust from the bed and flap over onto your exposed derriere, his annoying cackling making your shame worse, but doing nothing to curb your lust. "Oh Fire Hair anal slut? No problem! I take ass now!" He cackles again, his claws digging into your rump and drawing a moan from your lips.

Without warning, the imp once again furiously eats out your ass, the feeling of his tongue squirming around inside you causing you to buck and moan while thoughts of your submission to such a base, foul creature serve to further shame you while also stoking the fires of your lust. You can't deny how the shame of submission turns you on. This thought leads you to think about performing the ultimate act of submission and presenting your virgin pussy to the diminutive daemon. The very prospect causes you to cream yourself. You rub your clenched up nightgown against your nethers to dry them, however the pleasure and shame is enough to inspire you to continue rubbing yourself with the bundle of cloth while you enjoy the stimulation. "Goddess...forgive me..." You murmur. However, The Burning Rose does not respond and all you can sense is her mixture of anger and revulsion as the debauchery continues. You did this to yourself, without any help from the imp's venom. The goddess feels no need to help you safeguard your virginity, and likely wouldn't help you even if you begged her now.

The imp halts further contemplation by withdrawing his tongue from your well-lubricated asshole. "Here come rod, fire hair! Take more of master's cum! Take it! Take it! Take it!" You offer up a squeal of pleasure as he shoves his dick into you, filling your asshole for the first time since the lighthouse.

This time, you don't need any prompting to start thrusting back against the daemon cock. His thrusts fill you and you pleasured moans flow out the window and across the open water. "Yessss! Oh yes! Give it to me you beast! Give me your sperm!"

With a clawed hand, the imp grabs your luscious red hair, pulling your head back as he hammers into your ass. "Master now, bitch! Call me master! This ass is mine!" The daemon delivered a sharp swat to your ass with his other clawed hand, leaving more scratch marks on it. The rough treatment prompted a loud cry as you orgasmed.

You had once been a strong and proud paladin of The Burning Rose. Now you are nothing more than this imp's bitch. The thought of your fall from the good graces of your goddess, and at this rate your order brings another spasm to your cunt. Hell, now you even think of yourself as this thing's bitch! You brace yourself against the windowsill with both hands and push back forcefully against the dick that is reaming your ass so forcefully.

"Here come sperm Fire Hair! Enjoy! Take it all!" The imp thrusts as deeply as he can into you before coating your gut in his seed, prompting you to cry out in bliss as he groans in satisfaction. It doesn't end there though. The imp is back at it again in less than a minute, your impassioned cries echoing across the water. This time is mercifully shorter than the first, and afterwards the imp removes its dick from your ass and you slump to the floor, still holding onto the windowsill for some support while you kneel in a puddle of your own juices as well as imp sperm.

The imp still clings to your ass, limply holding onto your hair with his other hand. You wonder if he has tired himself out, or if this is just the intermission. You also dimly wonder if you made too much noise and woke up Glenda. You can hardly bring yourself to look over at the elf.