Stand and fight!

You glance at the moaning librarian as she furiously frigs her cummy groove and squirms in a wide pool of daemon spunk on the floor. If you abandon her now she will just be fucked - or worse - by whatever is coming out of from those book shelves. You cannot leave her to that fate. You brandish the relic blade and ready yourself for whatever is coming.

The creature that emerges from between the stack is not the rough, shaggy warthog you expected. It is huge and grotesquely fat, clearly a daemon of gluttony with naked skin that is a sunburned pink in color. It trundles out on bulging limbs with rolls of bloat hanging down its legs. Its face is that of a pig, but there is something off about that face, as if it is a man somehow bent into the body of a pig. Its blue eyes bulge from beneath its prominent brow and roll in its head to stare at you with wild hunger. It opens its mouth and a disturbingly high-pitched wail shakes you to your core.

It stomps towards you and then comes up short. It rears up on its flabby back legs, exposing its grotesquely pale belly and the sheath of its hidden cock. You take a step forward, ready to plunge your blade into its rolls of fat. The beast wails again and this time a lavender cone of sweet-smelling gas bursts forth from its mouth and washes over your face. You try not to inhale, but the lavender smoke lingers and you have ****.

Almost immediately, you feel dizzy. You try to attack and your sword grows heavy in your hands. You begin to laugh at some half-remembered joke and drop the sword from you fingers.

"Constance," you giggle. "Constance. We're well and truly...hee hee...truly fucked!"

"Fuck me!" laughs Constance, still plunging her fingers in and out of her creamed cunt.

You continue to laugh at the gluttonous daemon as it trundles over and pushes you to the ground. Its sheer bulk pins you on your belly and its fat fingers paw into your gown and tear it open. It snorts and snuffles at the back of your neck. Its grubby fingers seize your underclothes and roughly tear them from your body until you are naked among the scraps.

The realization that there won't be anyone to save you and there will not be any escape comes faintly through the haze of mirth and lust that is polluting your mind. You shiver once and moan as the daemon begins to lick and nibble at your neck. You raise your hips and press your ass up against the underside of the daemon's flabby body. The fiend slaps its weight against your bottom and cunt. It smacks and rubs against you until you feel its sheath pressing to your virgin sex.

"Yes," you laugh. "Oh, my, yes. Put it inside me!"

The daemon exhales in a loud snort as its sheath catches on your quim. Its cock launches into your depths like a thrown spear of hot, fiendish fuckflesh. The corkscrew tip pierces your hymen and you let out a cry of pain as your connection to the goddess and her power are permanently severed. The pig-like daemon's long cock burrows into your cunt, pushing against your cervix, roughly past it, and corkscrewing into your fertile womb.

You are trapped beneath the bloated bulk of the daemon as it ruts into your hot cunt. Its cock is not very thick, though thick enough to stretch your virgin depths, but it exceeds all comprehension in length. It pushes into your womb deeper and bends along the fleshy wall of your deepest sanctum like a rope filling a sack, only to be drawn back with a swing of the beastly daemon's hips. It pushes it back into you, skewering you and making you wail with a delicious mingling of pleasure and pain. The slight ridges on the beast's cock drive you wild with pleasure.

"More! More!" you cry, sucking in the fetid air of the daemon's sweaty underbelly. "Fill me with your cock! I love it!"

It begins to grunt and squeal as it mounts your virgin cunt. You imagine if someone entered the room they would barely even see you beneath this unwholesome avalanche of foul flesh. You do not care. The oppressive weight of its bulk only allows it to drive deeper and deeper until you are screaming with ecstasy. Your sex ripples with pleasure and you wildly thrust back and rub your ass into the soft underbelly as you feel completely filled with the creature's cock. You orgasm is long and intense. So long that you are still cumming when the creature begins to squeal.

The daemonic cock thrashes inside you like an eel in a fisherman's net. Each powerful jerk releases another torrent of boiling cum into your womb. The gluttonous daemon pours such a pressurized payload of fiendish fuckseed into your womb that it comes squirting out of your overloaded cunt. The loud slosh of spew in your depths is only matched by the slapping noise of flesh on flesh. The fresh injection of daemon cum into your body turns your brain into subservient mush.

The gluttonous daemon ruts with you until you collapse in utter exhaustion, filling your cunt again and again and leaving your womb a flooded swampland of its seed. As its cock slurps free of your cunt and you lie gasping on the floor of the library, it turns its attention to Constance, who has been waiting patiently with her fingers up her creamed cunt.

The woman and animal sounds of their frenzied fucking only serves to reawaken your lust. You touch your slimed slit and wonder when it will be your turn again to feel your master's cock inside you.