Slavery

A lust filled haze fills your mind. The idea of being turned into one of the creatures currently impaling you with its cock is sickening, but the pleasure is overwhelming you senses. You convince yourself that if you become this creatures ****, maybe you could later escape, maybe even kill it, but even you cannot deny the simple truth. You want this.

"Please master!" you scream in ecstacy, "make me your ****! Mark me! Breed me! Do with me whatever you want! Just please, oh please, let me cum!"

The creature chuckles, a reptilian tongue flicking against your face. "Very well, slut. You will be mine, forever!" He shouted the last words, his cock writihing within you and bringing forth new heights of pleasure never even imagined. You throw your head back and scream in unbridled ecstasy as his hot cum sears your insides. You come with an earth shattering orgasm, nearly going deaf by your cries of passion.

It seems like hours, but could have been seconds for all you know, before you feel the creature slowly pulling his cock out of you. You hang limply before the creature, exhausted and at his mercy. The sensation of his burning cum within you, churning and doing who knows what to your insides, makes you shudder in excitement as to what might come next.

A clawed finger slowy travels beneath your chin, tilting your head up until you are looking directly into the demon's cold, glassy eyes.

"Well now sslave, how do you feel?"

You feel your lips lift in a wanton, submissive smile. "Wonderful," you humbly tell him. "Thank you, master."