Surrender to lust

After all you have done to escape the abbey, the damned imp has won. That realization barely creates a ripple in the roiling waters of your lust, inflamed almost to madness by the imp's copious injections of venom. Your body is afire for his touch and you would give your chastity to your miniature master no matter the cost. Losing the nagging echo of the Burning Rose seems a small price to pay.

"Yessss," you cry, running your hands over your body. "I need you, master. I need you inside me."

"Of course you do, virgin slut. Time for cock. Time for seed in pussy."

You lean back, chest heaving with breathless desire as the imp holds your thighs apart and lines the tip of his cock up with your velvet furrow. You moan as he teases your entrance with his hot tip, rubbing the underside up your glistening length and smacking his cock against your clit. You know the price you will pay for this, but you don't care. All that matter is that cock fucking you.

The imp's beady eyes stare into yours as he thrusts into your virginal flower, stretching you and opening your cunt for the first time. There is a distant pang of pain and a terrible silence from your goddess. Thankfully, the pleasure is more than equal to the suffering. You feel the fat head plowing your furrow inch-by-throbbing-inch until your tight channel is stuffed with burning hot imp cockmeat.

"Ohhhhh, master! It's so good!" You cry, lacing your arms around the imp's scrawny neck. You pull him atop you as he begins a furious, frenzied thrusting into your slick passage. Your groove is so wet, you have never been so aroused by any fantasy or reality, and his cock sloshes wetly in and out of your tight channel. You feel your warm juices pouring down your thighs.

You arch your back and let out a closed-mouth whine of pleasure as you cum for the daemon. The rippling waves of your pleasure form contractions of your inner muscles, surging and squeezing around the imp's thrusting fuckmeat. The daemon lets out its own chittering cry of lust and its cock seems to swell inside your once-virginal vessel. Its balls press against your tender anus, slicked with your juices, and it fires its seed deep into your cunt. Hot waves of daemon seed pour into you, coating your inner walls and flooding against your cervix. Your orgasmic pleasure intensifies and your body feels hungry and fertile for the daemon's hot cream. It overflows your cunt and drools over your clenched pucker, pouring in sloppy slicks down to the floor.

The imp withdraws with a grunt, leaving you feeling empty and yet thankfully filled with its creamy daemon cum. You have never known such pleasure. You wonder why you have gone your whole life with the lie of chastity when this awaited you on the other side. Foolishness! You sit up, scooping cum from the floor and licking it from your fingers. A delicious elixir!

"Hee hee, the sluttiest of all! Virgin always love cum!" The imp sinks back and watches you, obviously exhausted from its efforts. You lower your face to the floor and lick the filthy wood, trying to taste every intoxicating drop of daemon nectar. The imp points at Glenda, still asleep in the bed. "Maybe you give her taste. She like."

"Share?" you ask, not wanting to share your master's sweet cum with that silly elf in the bed. "I licked it all up."

"More inside," the imp points to your cum-smeared sex. "Squeeze out. Give to Glenda."

Reluctantly, you squeeze your inner muscles, pushing a hot gob of imp spunk from your inner cove. It plops into your cupped hand and you feel strangely sad to have your master's sweet nectar expelled from your body. You look at the jiggling mass in your hand and just barely resist the urge to lick it all up.

"Yes, good," says the imp, lazily toying with his flaccid cock. "Now give taste to Sister Glenda."

You climb onto the bed, careful not to spill any of the cum and careful not to disturb the sleeping, green-haired elf. She looks so serene, her plump lips parted and softly snoring, her pale skin flushed as if scenting the obscene lust filling the room. You hold your cupped hand beside her mouth and gently tilt it towards her. The imp's cum oozes out, sliding over Glenda's lips and onto her tongue. She closes her mouth, some of the seed spilling onto her chin and cheek. She swallows.

Her eyes open and she looks up at you.

"Sister... Sister Sabine?"

"Now," commands the imp from behind you, "Smother sister in cum. I fuck."

He hops up onto the bed and tears away the blanket from Glenda. To your surprise her gown is pulled up to her waist and her hand is already rubbing against her wet slit and silky green hair. You see she is smiling serenely, already intoxicated by the imp's venomous cum, just waiting for you to sit on her face. In the heat of your lust, obedient to your new master, the only question is whether you will straddle Glenda's mouth with your cunt or sit your firm bottom on her face.