Luroon, Mistress of Lust and Chaos

Luroon grumbled to herself as she rammed her enormous, throbbing cock inside the imp's asshole. The short, yet incredibly curvy creature shrieked with mixed pain and pleasure. Tears streaked down her orange cheeks; Luroon's tight grip on her wrists prevented her from drying them.

"P-Please, Mistress! Mercy! I don't know what I did wrong, b-but- Ngaaaaah!"

Luroon rammed her shaft in yet again. But far from appearing angry or even irritated, her expression was that of sheer boredom. She sighed a sigh full of melancholy, completely at odds with her actions. Her heavy thrusts, the way she pulled back on the imp's arms, was more a matter of instinct than any real investment in what she was doing.

"Relax, minion. You've done nothing wrong. I'm just trying to find something to keep me occupied. You're marginally better than jacking myself off." She punctuated the end of each sentence with another thrust, making her little imp servant squeal and sob. Her deep red skin had not so much as a single drop of sweat on it, proving that, brutal though her thrusting might have been, her heart wasn't really in it.

Her thick, demonic dick would make a noticeable bulge in the belly of any human when fully buried in them, to say nothing of the imp who was only a little taller than a child though fully grown. Imps were durable creatures, and Luroon was skilled in using her infernal magic to prevent excessive injury in her toys, but that didn't mean that it wasn't an overwhelming feeling. It hurt, of course, but more potent than that was the feeling of total domination that came with it - a sense that you were worthless and pathetic compared to the owner of the unbelievably powerful dick buried inside you.

But even that wasn't what truly made the imp beg for mercy. No, it was the overwhelming, devastating pleasure she felt. Luroon's demonic penis was an incredible ride - a blunt head that battered open resisting holes, rather than slipping inside. Past the head was a a truly unique shape - ribbing at the sides which made the recipient feel like they were being penetrated over and over again, and thick, fleshy bumps shaped almost like spikes along the top and bottom. The ribbing slowly disappeared about halfway down the shaft only to be replaced with larger and larger bumps. At the base of the cock laid the final challenge - a thick, girthy knot that she affectionately called the "bitchbreaker." Every single inch was a hardship, designed to wring every ounce of agonizing pleasure out of her prey.

This tool of cruel, sadistic design was too much for even a denizen of hell and personal minion of a lust demon to handle. The euphoria thrust upon her by that cock plunging in and out of her ass threatened to drive her mad - she would be far from the first of Luroon's minions to be reduced to a gibbering mess, useful only for relieving the lust of those servants who were still halfway sane.

Luroon pulled the imp back further and further along her pitch-black shaft. The bulge in the imp's orange belly grew more pronounced, starting to reveal clearer detail of the dominating cock inside it as she was stretched around it like a condom. Finally, her spasming pucker rested against Luroon's bitchbreaker.

Luroon grinned. She wasn't enjoying the feel of the imp's asshole - it couldn't compare to a mortal's - but that wasn't her goal anyway. This was the part that would cure her boredom.

"I'm going to provide you with a unique offer, my minion: the chance to choose your own fate. I don't grant that often. Tell me, what should I do next? This is your chance to get away with your sanity intact... unless you think the pleasure would be worth losing your mind over."