You are overcome with pleasure

Thoros stabs the sword in and out of your chest extremely quickly, leaving nothing but a tiny, black diamond of daemonic energy embedded right between your breasts. Although the contact is brief, the dark power overwhelms your willpower and defenses completely. You instantly lose any remaining control you had over your body as it begins shuddering in the most intense orgasm you have ever experienced. You involuntarily throw your head back, your wide open mouth releasing a long, intense moan of pleasure. Your back arches, making your breasts bounce slightly. Your skin has become so sensitive that even feeling the air flow past your swinging, now extremely hard nipples sends reverberations of pleasure through your body. The reaction flows all the way down your back, forcing your ass to stick out and pressing your outer folds into the stone floor. Your panties, already completely soaked from earlier, still stick stubbornly to your skin, providing extra friction against your clit as you rub it back and forth. Every back and forth motion is a new wave of pleasure on your clit. The result is a seemingly endless loop of orgasms as every time your hips buck another wave of pleasure shoots up your spine, making your hips buck even more, which sends your brain another wave of pleasure.

You're no doubt providing quite the show for the huge daemon still standing above you. In your current state of continuous, overwhelming orgasms, however, you do not care. The only thing your brain can focus on in the moment is how good everything feels right now. Over the next several minutes a large puddle of your own juices forms beneath you. Your panties bunch up underneath you, completely saturated and utterly useless now for protecting your modesty. At some point the **** of your hip movements stretch the loops of your panties to the breaking point and they snap, forcing the entirety of the fabric underneath you. Eventually, the exertion wears out your body and your movement slows. Your body is completely exhausted, and you limply fall to one side, curling up in a fetal position in the puddle of your own juices. **** to cling on to the pleasure, you send both hands between your legs, pushing what remains of your panties still sticking to your folds and furiously rubbing your clit.

After working yourself to several more **** orgasms, your attention is finally diverted from your still gushing cunt by Thoros's deep, resonating laughter. Too exhausted to lift your head off the ground, you turn your head just enough to look up at him. "Quite the performance," he snarls. "Most mortals would have completely transformed into a daemon with that much power poured into them. You will be perfect for my purposes."