Only a half-daemon, but Indra is still fucked

You reach up to release your hair from the pony-tail you had gathered it into when you got dressed earlier today. It tumbles and bounces further down your back than what should seem possible. Instead of ending a bit past your shoulders, your body is framed by a glorious crimson mane that reaches beyond the curve of your tight ass... an ass which is now succulent and round, though still perfectly firm and heart-shaped.

You're pleased with Indra's appreciation of your body. Her eyes trace their way up your legs, past the curve of your hips and the new rune tattooed on your belly, and toward your chest. She openly ogles your gravity-defying tits. They are perhaps only average size for a daemoness, but are substantially larger than before and rival your most well-endowed former sisters for size. More importantly, they're perfectly shaped and look proportionately huge on your otherwise petite frame.

As you finish shaking your hair down, a pair of ebony horns parts your fiery red locks, angling out before curling back in on themselves and then up several inches.

A new vain streak tempts you to gloat about your changed appearance, but Indra is already so far enthralled that it would be gratuitous self-indulgence to toy with her anymore. That notion does have a certain appeal, but it doesn't sound nearly as satisfying as accepting your friend's invitation to kneel between her legs and eat her out...

So that's exactly what you do. With your arms wrapped around her thighs and her legs propped up over your shoulders, you begin by nibbling lightly on her clit. "Oh! OOH Yes! Right there!" Her back arches with the sudden pleasure and her arms flail around on the ground, grasping futilely for purchase that isn't there before clawing at the floorboards.

A cheshire grin steals its way onto your face and you don't try to suppress it. You've only just started and Indra is already wrapped around your fingers. Or tongue, in this case. You let her ride out the sensation a bit more before you begin to lick her pleasure center. At first, you tease her clit with just tip of your tongue before snaking it down to lap at the entrance to her sopping cunt. The lingual dexterity of your daemonic mouth allows you to continue kissing her clit even while your tongue slithers around her opening. The effect is subtle, but it drives the witch even further, her hips jerking into your mouth as an orgasm begins to build. She clasps her face with one hand, the other goes to her breasts. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." Her moans barely form a coherent thought anymore.

Already you can taste her essence leaking out. It's as delectable as you expected, her lust for you is so pure, but also tinged with a heady aroma that you suspect is her magic. You're tempted to drain her soul dry, but it would be a pity to consume such a valuable ****. And in time, when your offspring has matured, she'll breed well.

Her climax is ripening - it's time for your meal. You release Indra's clit and clamp your mouth over her pussy. Taking one last, long lick up the length of her outer lips, your tongue penetrates into her depths, stretching her as deeply and as wide as any mortal cock. "Ahh!" She screams sweetly and clamps down around you, her vaginal walls fluttering in ecstasy. You drink in her pleasure but leave her soul intact... mostly. You can't help yourself and take just a small taste of her spirit, but nothing she won't recover from after several days of rest.

Siphoning her climax extends the experience, and her body spasms for several minutes while you're tongue-fucking her. Eventually, her body simply gives out - you've drained all the energy she has to give. You untangle yourself from her legs and sit up in a kneeling position. Indra is in a sweaty heap, hair splayed out around her body, still shaking from the occasional aftermath of her extended orgasm. "That... was... incredible..." She manages between gasping breaths.

You agree - you've never felt so alive before! "Of course it was, and we're not done yet." The sultry smile you give your friend hints at how much more you have planned.

She looks up at you with half-lidded eyes. "Can't move..." You giggle and lay beside her, your breasts at her head-level.

"If you're exhausted, you only have to say so!" You cup Indra's head in your hands and guide her mouth to one of your nipples. Obediently, she kisses and licks at your breast, sucking lightly. The stimulation soon causes a pressure to build in your breasts. You knew by some instinct what would happen when you offered your tit to her, but the feeling when your thick cream begins to flow into Indra's mouth is an experience you weren't prepared for. "Mmm... just keep sucking me. Drink all you want."

It's a wonderful release for you, but your satisfaction is two-fold. Yes it's pleasurable, but drinking your milk is also cementing Indra's obedience as sure as if you'd planted your mark on her. It'll also reinvigorate her so that she'll be able to reciprocate your previous attentions.

The rest of the night consists of fucking one another, feeding off Indra, and offering her your breast milk whenever her endurance begins to flag, until even your overcharged libido can no longer maintain you. You pass out on the floor not far from where you started, legs wrapped around one another, creamy white dribbling from between Indra's lips while her head lay between your breasts.

Tomorrow, you'll need to answer some important questions about your future... Will you hide here for the rest of your days, away from the rest of the world? Will you join Thoros' army? Perhaps you'll continue your quest to Gerlangen? Or maybe begin your own conquest? But for tonight, for the first time in several days, you fall asleep content.