The new and improved Ritual

I **** myself to turn away from the enticing sight of the bondage orgy before and move over to the stop where the Ritual of Seduction nested just below the flooring. I felt someone’s gaze on me and followed the feeling until my eyes met those of the girl that had previously been worked by both Succubi. Some sense of clarity had returned to her and despite her exhaustion she was pulling ever so slightly against the stocks that held her in a bent-over position. Still, under the effect of the ritual her thoughts were primarily fixed on sex. Her eyes left mine and quickly found my cock, which she focused on for now. I chuckled at that. If this was the effect of a Ritual of Seduction I had cast at Incubus level 9, I shuddered in excitement at what the Ritual of Depravity would do at my current level 29. First however, I wanted to amuse myself for a moment.

I removed the flooring above the ritual with a handwave, stepped over it and smeared the lines with my right hoof. The red shimmer vanished from the intricate circles and runes and the arousing effect went with it. I closed my eyes in expectation of a particular sound… and I didn’t have to wait for long. The horny moans from our five guest soon turned more panicked as the haze left their mind. They were getting fucked by demons while helplessly restrained, and without the ritual there wasn’t anything sexy about that to them. I basked in the orchestra of wet slapping, choked moans and stifled screams, until I heard a clear voice cutting through what was music to my Incubus ears, “Release us you monster!”. The girl in the stocks was glaring at me, now with decidedly more anger and less arousal, “The guards, no, the Inquisitors will soon search for us and find this place. Let us go now and flee, or it will be your ****!”. I gave her a wide smile, “You’re a daring one, aren’t you? What is your name?”, I inquired. “What does it matter to you, demon?”, she spat out. I raised my hands in playful surrender, “It doesn’t really, just being polite.”, I admitted, at which she scoffed, “Polite? Hardly!”.

I was intrigued by her brazenness; she was either brave or an idiot. Ultimately it didn’t matter though, her level was 3 and she didn’t have a single skill. I only had one use for a girl like her and she was already being trained for that purpose: a whore. “I’ll make you an offer.”, I announced, “I will cast a spell here, right where I just removed the other one. After I cast it, I wager you will be begging for my cock in less than a minute. If you don’t, I will release you and all your friends.”. Her brows furrowed, “And… if I do?”, she carefully asked. “Well,”, I joked, “ask and you shall receive.”. She understood and then nodded. Whether brave or dumb, it was clear to her that she had no option other than taking my deal.

She gasped when I transformed into my even taller and winged Enoch Form, the horns of which would have scratched the ceiling, had it not been deliberately raised to make room for human sized cages dangling above our heads. With the surge of power flowing through me I got to work, drawing up the entirely new and significantly more complicated Ritual of Depravity with my own blood. It took a while, but eventually I finished it and infused it with my magic which activated the runes as the red glow spread through them. I had decided to still limit the effect to my Dungeon, it was still too early to expand into Valoria.

I dropped the Enoch Form and turned to the girl who was now pulling at the stocks with all the might she had recovered during my casting, “Foul demon!”, she screamed, “I would never beg for your ****, so you better keep your word.”. A sigh of pleasure escaped me when the rituals effect passed over me like a breeze of hot tingles, ‘Oh this is entirely different.’, I thought and wondered for a moment if the effect of the Doom Core meant I was affected by my own ritual. I didn’t wonder for long however, as I was distracted by the girl’s body. I could physically watch the ritual expanding past her, as goosebumps appeared on her soft, pale skin like a wave. Her efforts to escape seized immediately and again her eyes travelled to my now hard 10-inch scarlet cock, she swallowed hard.

I stepped close to her and held my cock right under her nose, “Doesn’t that feel better?”, I murmured softly, “All the expectations and obligations of the outside world mean nothing here, they will forever mean nothing here.”. The musk of my Incubus fuckstick was naturally arousing to mortal females and she subconsciously moved closer to my shaft, drool dripping onto it from her open mouth. “If you stay here, you can experience pleasure. Unlimited pleasure, never worry again, no strings attached…”, I continued my pleasing whispers. The girl was now practically **** herself against the stocks in an effort to reach my cock with her outstretched tongue, much to my amusement. “Beg for it.”, I ordered, my voice was still a whisper echoing inside her head. There was a moment of hesitation, a tiny part of her brain was screaming at her, screaming to resist, begging to remember the deal, but to no avail. Her head turned towards me with eyes that burned with passion, “Please,”, she shamelessly begged, “Please bless me with your cock.”. “Ask and you shall receive.”, I chuckled, “I’m glad you changed your mind.”.

I slapped the tip of cock against her tongue a few times, then let it rest there as she eagerly licked all over it to savour the sweet and salty taste of Incubus precum. I let her work for a few minutes, pushing inch by inch inside her until I completely filled her mouth. Like a woman possessed, she threw all of her effort into pleasing me with no regard for the world around her. She was rubbing her legs together and trying to pull her arms out of the stocks, though it was only to enjoy the feeling of being helpless, not an actual attempt at escaping. I grabbed a handful of her hair and guided her further and further down my cock until I finally pushed deep into her throat. Her tight warmth felt amazing around my pulsating member, so much so that I pushed the whole ten inches inside without thinking about it. My attention jumped between the four other girls, all of which were now enjoying themselves even more than before. Eventually I stopped on Baelora, who tried her absolute hardest to not show her enjoyment as Cyrelia was now vigorously thrusting into her heart-shaped behind. I loved the sight of the smaller Succubus dominating her sister, but I was dragged back to my own fucking by the **** **** sounds the girl was making. Tears were rolling over her cheeks, as she looked up at me with a pleading expression. I generously pulled my cock out of her throat, allowing her to take a few sputtering breaths. The torchlight was reflecting off my cock which was dripping her saliva onto the floor from the tip.

Her break was short and soon I matched Cyrelia’s pace of fucking, pushing the girl’s nose against my skin every time I slid into her. The sensation was ecstatic, and I soon felt like I was about to explode. I tightly grabbed her hair and thrust my whole length into her throat, the convulsions of which gave me unbelievable pleasure. I felt her tongue lapping at my balls, which sent me over the edge, and I filled the girl’s stomach with a massive load of hot cum as my entire body was shaken by my orgasm. I pulled out of her throat and used the stocks to support myself while her tongue happily cleaned my cock. ‘Incubus orgasms really hit different. No wonder they only think of fucking.’, I chuckled to myself. I was also still hard as a rock and felt ready to continue without a break. My work here was done, the ritual had been upgraded, so I decided I deserved some free time. Time, which I spent getting to know my five new employees even more intimately…

[Authors Note: Insert Demonic-Bdsm-Orgy I don’t even have enough letters to describe… also I’m lazy xD]