You are doomed

No one comes to your rescue. No one finds you in the throes of your unnatural lust. Glenda mewls with disappointment as the cerberund abandons her and comes sauntering over to you, its serpentine tongue lolling from its snout. Above you, the imp is gnawing at the bindings on its tail, but takes the time to laugh once more as you sprawl on the tiles beside the bathing pool, your knees up and your legs apart.

"Do it," you moan, rubbing at the damp heat of your cunt through your underclothes. You yank aside the soaking garment, exposing your red-thatched pink furrow to the approaching beast. All you want is the daemon hound's cock. To be mounted and bred like you know you have always deserved. "Fucccckk me."

"Noooo," whines Glenda, crawling behind the creature. "Please, master. Fuck me first."

The daemonic beast hesitates and looks back at the green-haired elf. She reaches its flanks, caressing its amphibian flesh as she lowers her head beneath its body. Her hand fondles its cock - the cock meant for your sex - and she leans her face down and begins eagerly licking and kissing the obscene appendage. Jealousy flares within you and you quickly get onto your hands and knees and crawl over beside Glenda. You pull her up by her hair and shine cries out, her lips glistening with daemonic precum.

"Bitch," she moans. "Let go of me. That's my cock."

She fights off your hands and you spend several seconds grappling with Glenda. You prove stronger and shove her down to the floor. Before she can recover, you've ducked your head beneath the cerberund's smooth flank and you are inhaling his sexual musk and rubbing your lips and nose against the twitching length of his inhuman cock.

"Yessssss," you moan, letting the slick discharge of its tip smear your lips. "Ohhhhhh yes, so sweet. So... mmmm... delicious."

"Look at you two virgin whores," laughs the imp. "On your knees, fighting over a pit hound's cock! Well, no need to fight, girls. There's plenty to go around."

You feel the imp's tiny hands pulling down your underclothes. You're too focused on the cock in tongue's reach. You run your tongue over its twitching tip before sluping it into your mouth. You feel the cool air on your backside and crack, but you're too busy bobbing the tight ring of your lips on the cerberund's fuckmeat. It trumpets softly and shifts its legs, allowing you to take more and more of its hot flesh into your mouth.

"No fair, sister," whines Glenda. "I was here first!"

The wily elf grabs you by your armpits and with a grunt of effort she pulls you out from under the cerberund's belly. You lash out, trying to strike her hands away, but she is already on her back and scooting under the beast to slurp on its cock. You pout your lower lip in dejection. Your body aches for the beastly cock invading your pert and glistening cunt.

"Don't look sad, sister," laughs the imp. "I'll keep busy until your turn with Fido."

You turn and see the imp sitting on the floor. He looks ridiculous with his human-sized cock sticking straight up and his tiny hands stroking up and down his shaft. You laugh, but even as you laugh the slurping and moaning from Glenda gives you a new thrill of desire. Your eyes focus on the imp's cock and you simply cannot resist. He does not eve have to command you. In seconds, you are naked and the imp's hot cockmeat fills your mouth. You slurp on him until you taste a trickle of his salty-sweet precum and experience a new flare of lust.

"Mmmmmm-must fuck," you cry, gasing for air and lashing the imp's bulging cockhead with licks of your tongue.

"Of course, my sweet. Time for me to make you a woman." He laughs and jerks his head behind you. "Looks like your friend is getting her reward."

The trumpeting of the cerberund calls your attention behind you and you see Glenda's plump pussy and slender ass in the air and her cheeks bulging as her mouth is filled with hot gushes of daemonic hound spunk. It pours from her chin and she gulps to swallow it all. The sight drives you wild. You quickly turn to the lay imp and climb atop him. Your body dwarfs his, but you straddle his wee hips and guide the fat head of his cock to your hungry groove

"Goddess," you cry out as you impale yourself on the imp's manhood. Your last, **** plea is almost meaningless to you at this point. You feel the fleeting pinch of your hymen separating and the sour echo of your isolation from the Burning Rose. It doesn't matter. None of it matters other than the hot, musky sex that fills the room. The hot cock that stuffs your once-virgin cunt. The first throbs of ecstasy that ripple through your body.

"Soooo tight," squeals the imp, grabbing your hips with both of his clawed hands. "Never had sex so good. You squeeze like a succlor."

You don't care to ask him what that is, you're too wrapped up in your own pleasure, moving your hips and riding atop the goblin's impaling cock. You bend your body forward and plant your lips against his. Your tongue overfills his mouth, so you content yourself with licking his tongue between you. The wet sourness of his mouth only adds to your lust. You move faster and faster, hearing the little beast grunt. Feeling his cock swell inside you. Behind you, Glenda lets out a wail of pleasure as she is mounted by the ceberund. Another of his kind has crept into the room and it moves behind you, sniffing at your bouncing bottom.

"Yes, fuck me too," you moan, reaching back and spreading your ass to reveal your pink virgin pucker. The beast laps at your hole and slips its eel-like tongue up your bottom. You cum instantly, clamping against the imp as spasms of pleasure once again pound through your body. The beast withdraws its tongue soon enough and hooks its clawed feet over your shoulders form behind. Its cock enters your ass painlessly as the imp bellows and begins to cum. Daemonic seed pours into your body, soon joined by a searing load that fills your ass.

Glenda crawls over to you, her cunt bearded with spunk, her face red with exertion and pleasure. She kisses you as the huge daemonic knot plugs your ass, trapping the cum inside you. The imp slithers from beneath you and you feel his cum dripping from your swollen lips.

"I never want this to stop," you moan, tears wetting your cheeks.

"Never," agrees Glenda, weeping as you kiss her, sharing the taste of cum between your tongues. Already more of the cerberunds are entering the room, cocks ready to be pleasured. In the hall beyond other things shuffle and grunt and the moans of violated sisters fill the abbey.

You are lost to pleasure, your soul forfeited as you cum again and again and writhe in the scalding seed that pours from your lovers' cocks. Your duty and your goddess are forgotten.