Seal Her Fate

Azrathul smiled in satisfaction at the display of submission, knowing his tainted seed was well on the way to binding her in a more permanent manner than a mere enthrallment. The fel corruption now burning within her would drive her to seek out more and more. Twisting her mind and morals until she was willing to do anything to sate her desires. It had been one of the Legion's most effective, and most insidious weapons.

He approached the kneeling woman, appreciating the way her ass wiggled as she waited for her Master. “You want more my ****?” He growled as he grabbed her ass, his clawed hands digging into the supple flesh. “Do you feel that gnawing ache in your cunt?” He pulled her upright by her hair and whispered in her ear, his cock rubbing against her dripping sex. “That's the power of fel. Your body craves it now. You will serve me ****. Your soul will belong to me, and you will do whatever I command.” He hissed, pinching her nipple hard as his cock slid into her waiting cunt.

The trembling, lust-addled woman could barely get out a moan of submission before she felt her demonic assailant fill her from behind. The demon's rough handling only driving home the reality that she now belonged to him. Even with the domination fading, she felt her body crave more of the pleasure and power he'd infected her with. She knew in her heart that she belonged to him, the fel corruption burning in her veins as she thrust back against him.

With a scream she came, a stream of obscenities and curses spilling from her mouth as she swore eternal submission to the demon. Azrathul sneered in contempt as he finished with the woman, letting her fall to the floor before him, spent. The innocent young woman that had been Clara Charles was gone, and in her place was a new servant of darkness, a depraved and wanton slut. Her dreams filled with endless debauchery and a demonic rune branded above her well used cunt.