The War Mother and a huge daemon

Your mouth hangs open in disbelief and a strand of saliva and daemon-cum connects your lower lip to the imp's cock. You just saw the War Mother come flying through the door, followed an instant later by a daemon so big it had to smash out the door frame to enter. It is huge and muscular, with red-black skin, a head like a skinless warhound, and four savage eyes that glow with malevolent energy. It holds a double-headed axe in one clawed hand and a whip in the other. A sheathed cock of immense size hangs between its powerful legs.

The War Mother struggles to her feet. You see that she is holding the abbey's relic weapon, the ancient sword of St. Magdalena. Divine flames lick along the blade. The War Mother brings it up defensively as the hunched daemon enters the room.

"Yield to me, bitch!" growls the daemon.

"Never, Thoros!" Gisella steals a glance back at you. "Oh, no, sister Sabine! Do you not still fight?"

"Fight?" It never occurred to you.

The imp grabs your head and pulls your mouth back down to his cock. You are powerless to resist your desire and you resume sucking him. You see something like despair cross the War Mother's face and you momentarily wonder why she is so sad. After all, there is a lovely daemon cock right in front of her. You fondle the imp's bollocks and suck noisily at its cock.

The War Mother battles with the huge daemon called Thoros. You recall something about it from your education, how he has plagued your order for hundreds of years, but you find it rather hard to concentrate on anything other than the imp's hot, rigid cockmeat stuffing your mouth. Your droll spills down his shaft and you close your eyes to focus on the pleasure and not be distracted by that silly fight between the War Mother and the daemon.

"Ohhhh, yes," cries the imp. "Thoros claims his prize. Look at your great leader now."

You open your eyes to see the War Mother Gisella being used as a flesh and blood fucktoy by the daemon Thoros. He moves her up and down on the huge red pilla of his cock, clawed hands tight around her spread thighs and her back to him as he impales her again and again. Her belly bulges grotesquely around his enormous cock and her breasts bounce with each up and down motion. Her eyes are glazed with lust. She is as beaten now as you and the sword of St. Magdalena lies broken on the stones.

"Some day I will have a cock that big," says the imp. "Now suck, pretty. My cum is churning."

You watch the War Mother moving atop the daemon's huge cock as you return to vigorously sucking the imp. Soon enough, his hot cum boils out, filling your mouth with its thick, salty flavor. You let his seed pump into your mouth without swallowing and never stop bobbing your head and stroking with your hand on his root. The imp's cock finally pops free of your lips and you show the little beast your cum-filled mouth.

"Swallow," he commands and you drink his thick load. Thoros bellows and you look over to see sprays of cum splashing out of Gisella's overflowing cunt and pouring down to splatter on the floor as her womb is filled by the ancient daemon.

"Don't worry," giggles the imp. "I'm sure Thoros will fuck you when he is finished with the War Mother. You'll have eternity to spend as one of his brides."

The thought of an eternity spent as a daemon's concubine fills you with a new wave of lust and you return to licking and sucking the imp. He chuckles at your utter defeat.