Selas' mother.

The portal opens and on the other side, is a being of such beauty, beyond which you could even dream to imagine. If Selas' skin color could be called violet, her skin is lighter, like an amethyst, complimented by straight, long, shock white hair. Her horns curl elegantly behind her ears to come up just under her pointed chin. Her full, blood red lips are pressed tightly together as she turns her sharp nose up at you, to look down upon you through narrowed eyes, white like ice and just as cold. The only other embellishments she has on are three gold bars hanging off her earlobes and circling her forehead, is a thin gold chain with a single black opal, also encased in gold. The sheer regal aura of this creature is enough to make your knees buckle. There is not a single doubt in your mind that if Selas is a 10, this demoness must be in the thousands, if not millions.

Selas slowly descends onto one knee and bows her head in reverence. "Hello Mother," she says, an audible shake in her voice. Your eyes go wide when you hear that, but then, you are suddenly trying your best, to scream.

Every muscle fiber, nerve, hair, nail, tooth, and liquid in your body feels like they're drowning in magma made of lust. Your hips have broken free of Selas' spell and are currently humping the air furiously at her mother, while the rest of you is fighting with everything you have to break free. You need to fuck her. You need to rut her. You need to mate her. You need to give your everything to this woman. The thought of being incapable of jumping through that portal, to certain orgasmic oblivion is driving you mad, as your cock tries its best to get even a dribble of cum in her general direction. But the pain of Selas' spell, the one where you are unable to release unless you're balls deep in a woman's orifice, is the only thing keeping you sane.

Your vision goes black as Selas' tail encompasses you completely. It spins you out the door and slams it shut, leaving you stuck, still mostly frozen, in your own hallway. But, while it is significantly weaker, you can still feel a tug towards your guest room, and you are still struggling against your invisible bonds, just so that you can tear down the walls and get back in there. A pained groan comes out of your throat as the irresistible urge to fuck someone, anyone, becomes unbearable.

You don't know how long it's been, but eventually Selas comes out of the room. She looks at you somberly and shakes her head at the poor wretch in front of her. Your eyes are bloodshot and foam is dribbling out of your mouth, falling onto your chest, mixing with your sweat, only to vaporize into steam from your overheating body. Streams of precum, expanding outwards from a large puddle, stains your floor as you've still kept thrusting all this while, just barely slower than when you were forced out.

Selas lets out a long, tired sigh. Standing before you, she takes your cheeks in her hands, opens your mouth and presses her lips to yours. Something feels different though. She isn't kissing you.