Be worn by Cetus

It should have been repulsive…

It should have been be too embarrassing to even consider…

You were no stranger to the feeling of traveling with a cock inside you. But to be paraded around for all to see…

Some how the idea only increased the wetness between your legs and you couldn't refuse. Thoughts of how it would feel outweighed any concerns you should have had. So you bit your lip and nodded to the expectant demonesses.

Instantly Cass produced the appropriate equipment from nowhere. Before you could change your mind or have second thoughts, your lover had stripped and strapped you up. Cetus lifted you from behind with little effort, she used two hands for your comfort, however you were sure she could have lifted you with one. Unlike Cassiopeia or Cygnus, these hands felt rough… calloused from using weapons and doing labor.

Unlike the healer and the mage, Cetus was a fighter. Not only that she came from this town in particular which did not seem to be the upper class of demon society. You had known her for only a few minutes, but her way of speaking also spoke to being low born...

Your train of thought was interrupted then as your your current situation changed. Your arms were pulled back so the straps could wrap around the back of Cetus’s neck. More were added securing your legs in a bent position so they wouldn't dangle to the ground. Finally you were positioned and lowered onto the most impressive cock you had experienced yet.

You felt the flat flared tip push against you first, it was hot and damp with precum. Looking down, you saw Cass helping hold the pillar steady as gravity pulled you down onto it. Your cunt did what it always seemed to do and stretched around the too big intruder causing you to wince. That feeling of stretching traveled up through your whole torso as if it would never stop. The pain was exquisite, you felt as if your body would break as it made room for the monster cock and yet for every jolt of discomfort came a more powerful spasm of pleasure. You could feel it in your ribcage when you eventually bottomed out. Your mouth opened, either to moan or scream, but you had no air left.

“Is she dead?” Cetus asked.

“What? No? Why would you say that?”

“Cause we didn’t use any sort of accommodation spell…”

“My Parsa is The Hero… heir to the Slut Queen's legacy… not only can she take it… she wants more, don’t you love?”

You couldn't speak, you were too full of cock for that. You were slowly getting your breath back but you nodded immediately as the feeling was amazing… and you were ready for her to move.

“Fuck… she feels so damn tight… but here we go.”

As Cetus began to walk down the street your body jostled up and down causing waves of pleasure to tear through you. The straps were sturdy and didn’t chafe, even if the angle of your arms was a little awkward it didn’t affect your comfort at all. After only a few minutes all pain was gone leaving your body no counter weight to the overwhelming sensations you were feeling.

It was a completely different experience from when you wore the portal panties, and not just because of the size. Your lack of control, your subservience, not being able to influence it at all with your actions. She was so hard you couldn't even tell if squeezing down there was doing anything, just slight movements. And those movements were so small, each step only pushing you a little up or down. It felt amazing but at the same time wasn’t quite enough to make you cum.

The demons walked casually down the street point out notable buildings and places. you heard none of it of course and after a while you began to whimper as you were brought to the edge and kept there. Eventually though, you noticed the attention your group was receiving. Demons and their slaves all watched as you went by and their words started to penetrate the pink haze of your denied orgasm.

“Is that the three generals?”

“That is The Hero right?”

“See we humans were meant to service demon cock.”

“The Hero is a cock sleave? Why was I ever worried.”

“I wonder if they would let me take a turn.”

“Mistress, would you do that to me?”

With each new comment you felt your face become redder and redder. It was embarrassing... so why did it feel so nice. It felt good to not be feared by the demons… to be desired… to be lusted after. Some of the human's even envied your position.

“She is tightening up… bitch likes the attention huh?”

“An exhibitionist… that will make things more fun going forward.”

You reached a large open area with a familiar statue in the center. It looked very much like the statues of Parsa you had seen, like the one you were summoned into… but the figure had large bat wings, a spaded tail, and long curving horns on her head. It was hard to focus but you saw the engraving said ‘Slut Queen’ as well as a bunch of smaller text you couldn’t make out.

“This seems like an ideal place, are you ready to cum my love?” Cassiopeia said to you as a crowd began to gather.

You nod vigorously.. you would do anything to cum. The mystery of the statue already discarded.

“Like this wasn’t your plan all long….” Cygnus grumbled.

“Actually no… I came up with it on the fly, but it feels so appropriate.”

You expected to be fucked, finally, properly fucked by the massive horse cock inside you. Instead Cassiopeia stretched her self up and kissed you. It was a deep and passionate kiss, her hot tongue dancing with yours as she told you without words how much she loved and desired you. You felt her erection pushing against your bare stomach as the blue demoness continued to speak with her tongue. Then you felt one more thing, her fingers against to your clit. With practiced motions she began to circle your pleasure button exactly the way you liked.

That stimulus was enough and your body began to spasm and jerk in place. The iron hard rod that is Cetus’s penis keeping your body from moving as your muscles protested. Cass stepped away then, allowing the crowd a good look at you as you screamed and squirted for the audience. She also made some sort of speech, your mind was blank with ecstasy so you couldn’t make any of it out. "Love" was in there and "nothing to fear" but it was hard to focus.

Just as your body stopped twitching and the words started to become clearer you felt Cetus’s hand grip your waist.

“Wha…” you began to ask but the answer came quickly.

With great strength she lifted you up and for a brief moment you felt a profound emptiness… you had been so full for what seemed like hours and now that was all gone… like half your body was missing. Then she slammed you down causing you to scream your delight. Those in the crowd who had been focused on Cass turned back to you.

That’s when the fucking truly began.

For what seemed like forever you were used like a sex toy for a growing crowd of cheering demons. With only one hand Cetus used you to jerk her self off. She squeezed her own dick by compressing her hand around your waist. You were able to get full breaths between thrusts and every few minutes you would reach another screaming orgasm. Each increased the puddle of your juices pooling below you. For the longest time you had no thoughts other than cock, your body was a tool to be used and you felt that was what it was made to be.

Finally, like all things, it had to come to an end. With one last thrust Cetus let out a bestial grunt in your ear as she unloaded her massive balls into you. Hot horse cum sprayed into you like a firehose. The pressure pushing against your already compacted organs before backflowing to your stomach which began to inflate. Despite how long you had been fucked, there was still not enough of a gap to allow any significant amount of fluid to escape, your Hero's body staying tight. The hot pressure as well as the intoxicating blend of pleasure and pain caused you one last orgasm before blackness finally took you.