Runes

You draw an ink pot from the inner folds of your sleeve. There is no ink to be had in this pot, but you have carefully collected the blood of every virgin you've defiled and stored it here. You add water to the powder and begin to draw on the girl with your index finger.

The Rune of Lust, between her breasts which starts her heart pounding and her chest heaving.

The Rune of Clouding, on her forehead which clouds her mind from logic.

The Rune of Pleasure, just above her pubic hair with magical script flowing up to either breast and down her inner thighs. As you do her body begins to writhe in pleasure.

The Rune of Servitude, on her neck to bind her once the ritual is complete.

Now as you remove your own robes you draw a final rune on your chest. The Rune of the Master. In doing so you shift into your demonic form. You body rising over her writhing form. You smile through your jagged fangs as your bulging cock descends towards her opening.

You ask, "Do you offer your purity to your new maker?"

"I do!" She screams as her body reaches it's first orgasm by the sheer will of your magical markings.

You press yourself into her, feeling her body tear as you press past her hymen. Whatever pain the girl feels, she doesn't seem to notice as she stares blankly out crying in passion for the maker to take her purity. Her body is small and has difficulty receiving your length and girth. Her body accepts you inch by inch as her perfect white skin begins to change.