The Fallen Angel (Closed for ThePhoenixMan and I)

[Pywakit]

Calistial

She hesitated, fighting against the pressure his hand was putting on her head, but only for an instant. Then she was down on him again, her tongue sliding up and down his length, lapping up the frothy leavings of what she'd called out of him and what she'd left on him. Across each of his balls, swirling around the root, up along the shaft, sliding in under the edge of his foreskin, and finally, once again, prodding and poking at the hole at the tip. Finally, he was clean, and she felt his hand on her head relax. She rose back into a sitting position, swallowed, and looked at him silently for a moment. Finally, she spoke.

"What... what just happened... I feel so... so strange..."

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Damian looked on as Calistial finished up, her tongue and mouth seemingly ravishing him completely, even if it was at his silent insistence. She seemed so practiced, yet still so naive about the entire process. when she had sat up and looked at him so innocently, wondering what had just happened, he wasn't quite prepared to answer.

He slowly sat up and responded as he slowly crept towards her. "It's what comes natural between two people. You had tended to my needs, and given me the relief I most needed. You should do that most often, for it will keep me most happy, and that is what you are here for. Right? To keep me happy?"

Without further talk, Damian quickly closed the distance between them and pressed his lips to hers, the slight taste of saltiness upon them. And as he pressed harder, he urged her backwards until she was leaning back, finally falling back upon the ground, giving him access to lay atop of her. He forced his tongue inside her mouth as he began grinding against her yeilding body, stealing the very breath from her.

 

[Pywakit]

Calistial

Calistial's heart began beating faster as Damian threw her to the ground, pinning her there with the weight of his body. She struggled, but only briefly until his lips found hers and then it was as if their breath was one. She felt his tongue sliding into her mouth, tasting her, and in turn she could taste him. Almost as if on its own accord, her tongue responded, slithering up into his mouth. As she kissed him back, she felt her legs widen, spreading open under him. The flimsy garment she wore was no real impediment to him, nor was it an adequate protector of her modesty. She felt a heat rising in her loins, a not-so-unfamiliar throbbing, a sensation she'd felt before, at her own hands.

Never at the touch of another.

"What... what are you doing, Damian..."

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Damian nestled himself between her legs, grinding his hips against Calistial's, writhing until he could feel his hardened length find a comfortable position between her swollen, slowly flowering petals. He sawed back and forth, feeling a knowing warm, wetness begin to bathe his length, having already worked the flimsy gown up around her waist.

The heated kiss they shared only fueled him further, an open invitation that she was acquiescing to his insistence. Her raspy, panting question of him went unanswered as his hands found their way along her sides and between their bodies, his palms resting on her supple mounds, fingers squeezing, testing the suppleness of the otherwise firm flesh.

Damian kept grinding, sawing deeper, cutting her in half as her legs spread wider, seemingly of their own accord, her body responding to the blinding sensations being assaulted upon it. His hips drew back and thrust forward, time and time again, each time drawing his steel rod, along her wetness and her clit, feeling her body respond beneath him.

Damian drew back far enough to drag the purple tipped helmet through the wet petals, teasing the core, threatening to puncture the tight little opening which leaked her fluids. He did this time and time again, bringing Calistial's warming body to a heightened frenzy, finally grasping his own shaft tightly, enflaming the mushroomed tip, aiming it at the moist target between her legs.

Still keeping Calistial embraced in a deep kiss, Damian began losing control of his transformed body, his tongue snaking deeper and deeper into Calistials mouth, its tip splitting slightly, taking shape of its more natural forked nature.

 

[Pywakit]

Calistial

The sensation of his cock sawing back and forth between her folds was building an intense pressure inside of Calistial's body. Her breathing had become more rapid, her chest rising and falling quickly as he began to fondle her tits. She still wasn't sure what he was doing to her, but she did know one thing... it felt incredible. She leaned upward, pressing into his kiss. She was aware of a strange sensation inside her mouth, of the lengthening of his tongue, but she didn't question it. She was beyond questioning now. She suckled at his tongue, encouraging it deeper into her mouth, and then as he pressed the tip of his cock against her slit once more, a sudden tremor shook through the fallen angel's body. In that moment, a powerful, primal instinct took over. With a sudden, powerful, and possibly unexpected push, she thrust herself at Damian, grinding her hips up against him. His aim was true, and as his cock sunk into her, filling her, she cried out in shame and euphoria into his mouth.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Damian pierced the core of Calistial's body, and ultimately, her soul as he thrust his hips towards hers, forcing the spear to skewer her as his mouth sucked the air from her lungs. His forked tongue slithered into her throat, tickling her tonsils as her own tongue welcomed and curled around his. His hips drew back, only a fraction of an inch or so, before driving forward once again. Her succulent juices lubricating, and coating his cock as he glided effortlessly forward, until reaching a seeming impenetrable barrier.

The tightness of her opening gripped firmly around the thick girth of his manhood. Sucking each gasp of air from her mouth, Damian pulled back once more, this time driving his hips downward, mashing her against the moss covered ground upon which they lay. His hips met hers, his length pushing past the barrier, his lips squelching her cry as the trickle of red seeped from where their bodies joined, her blood, evident on his cock as it now slid effortlessly in and out.

Damian's hands squeezed and mauled at the mountains of flesh, easily tearing and ripping away the tattered cloth that had been between them until Calistial was as naked as he. He was fucking into her as she bucked to meet each of his thrusts. And the two continued as the sweat built between them, their bodies glistening in the summer warmth. It was slow at first, but the rhythm quickly increased in intensity as his cock swelled.

Damian howled, a roar that filled the hills as his demon seed shot forth and flooded Calistial's body, their combined juices frothing around his cock as he continued sawing in and out, her body trembling wildly beneath his.

He had succeeded, her downy feathers having fallen from her once illustrious wings. Now a mere mortal among all the other sinners of the world. Calistial was now his for the taking, and Nefarius' ego swelled with the knowledge he had secretly claimed the fallen one.

But there was more, more to be done, more to take from her than just her virginity, more than just that one incident of sex. He wanted her very soul, her very devotion and loyalty to him, he wanted to claim her ... COMPLETELY!

 

[Pywakit]

Calistial

Calistial felt the sudden change inside her as Damian claimed her, and for a moment, she felt only panic. What had she done? She'd fallen as surely as ever, and now, as he continued fucking her, each thrust reminded her that now... now she would never return to Heaven. She became filled with a sudden profound sadness, and as she just lay there, unresponsive to his rutting, each thrust seemed to tug her further away. And then, as he came inside of her, a single tear ran down one of her cheeks.

But as he pulled out of her, his cock slippery and glistening with their juices, she realized how much she wanted him in her again... without his cock inside her, she simply felt hollow.

She continued to lay there, not moving, her eyes locked on his cock, as she waited to see what his next move would be.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Damian, enthralled by the claiming of the heavenly creature, could not get enough. He spotted the lonely teardrop glistening down over her cheek as he came thunderously within her. Having satiated his primal urges, he withdrew and saw how Calistial's eyes lingered on his glistening pole; how they seemed to sparkle at the sight, and how they seemed to show a want ... a want, of much, much more.

The look, only served to heighten Damian's desire once again, his insatiable appetite, unable to be quenched. Kissing her sweet cherry lips once again, Damian wove his fingers through her hair, savoring the taste before forcefully guiding her head backdown to the glistening shaft she'dbeen eyeing. With a bit more forcefulness, and less patience, Damian eased her mouth over the length of his slimy shaft, pushing his length past her lips. And as he did so, his excitement rose again, hardness returning to the previously wilting pole. Her tongue, lips, and suckling throat were enough to make him ready and raring to go once again.

Damian alsobecame more vocal, his voice a bit deeper, more masculine, and less sympathetic. "Ahhh, yessss! That's it! Suck it clean! Get it hard again! You should always clean up after yourself! Yesss! That's real good!"

The tightening grip he had on her head, controlling her actions, along with a mouth filled with his hard cock, prevented Calistial from making any sounds, other than the suckling of their combined juices from his cock. Muffled moans and grunts were the only sounds that came from within her.

When Damian was ready, he pulled the little sprite from his cock, a long, thick tendril of saliva still connecting the two together. Their eyes connected, hers, the look of want and need; his, now much different than they had been, the lick of crimson fire burning deep within.

He was quick and precise, moving Calistial to a different area, laying her, face down, over a moss covered rock. Her pert, rounded ass was jutted high in the air, her knees resting on the soft ground, parted wide, swollen pussy lips, red and raw peeking back at him, offering a welcoming invitation to come back in. Damian did just that, pushing his spit covered cock past those juicy lips as his hands each grabbed a handful of ass flesh, pulling it apart as he held her still, driving his length deep into her, driving the air from her lungs once again.

Getting into a steady rhythm, Damian bent over his little partner, running his hands along her back, and through her hair, tangling his fingers within her locks and twisting until he was able to rein her in, pulling back as he thrust forward, his hips smacking noisily against her ass. It was every bit as delicious as the first time around, her tight muscles clinging and squeezing his shaft, tingling sensations rippling throughout his entire body.

But for Damian, those tingling sensations, weren't just from Calistial alone. Having claimed Calistial, the need for pretense was fading away, just as her downy feathers were falling from her wings. Damian was transforming, turning back into his true form, the devilish,wicked form of Nefarius. Luckily for Calistial, though, in her current position, she couldn't see the horns beginning to protrude from his head. Nor could she see the sharp angular features of his jaw line take form as his forked tongue slithered out and wagged in the air, hissing with delight. She could not seethe spear-like tail that grew in length with each passing thrust of his hips. She could not see his broad wings slip out from between his strong, broad shoulders.

She could not see the transformation, but she could feel it! His cock was much bigger ... thicker ... longer ... than it had been before. His strength and forcefulness, much more evident, as he banged forcefully into her, rocking her forward, and pulling her back by the rein of her locks.

His voice had changed also. It was much deeper, resonating off the trees, under the canopy of the leaves, an almost sinister snicker underlying his words. "Yessssssss! You love it! You can't get enough! More! More! More! Fuck me! That's it! Fuck that cock!"

Nefarius was in full form, thrusting away wildly into Calistial, the sheen of sweat covering their contrasting bodies, she thrashing uncontrollably beneath him. Having already cum twice earlier, and now in his true form, Nefarius was nowhere close to reaching his climax despite Calistial's apparent explosions as she shook violently beneath him.

 

[Pywakit]

Calistial

The world seemed to have faded partially away into a vague misty blur beyond Calistial's immediate reach. She could see the vague shapes of trees around her, the blue of the sky above, but as her head lolled back and forth, periodically yanking back as the man behind her tugged on her hair, she didn't really see those things. All she could do was feel how his manhood filled her, how each time he withdrew she felt more hollow and empty, and how each time he pushed up into her body she felt almost complete. It was an incredible sensation, and her memories of heaven were fading fast.

And then, something strange happened. She felt him inside her, but suddenly she felt him thicken. She gasped at the pleasurable sensation, a rivulet of drool running from her slack lips, then gasped again as he thrust deeper than ever before into her body. Within a few more thrusts, each seeming to go deeper than the last, she could feel him so deep inside her cunt that it was almost a new sensation again, as if each monstrous invasion was tearing her virginity from her over and over. She heard his voice, and how it had changed, but she didn't care. A moment later, she heard her own voice in response, and it too had a strange lilt to it... there was a husky quality to her words that wasn't there before.

"Ohhh... yess... give it to me... I need it so bad... I neeeeeed it... FUCK ME!" As those last two words spilled from her mouth, she twisted her head and managed to look back upon the demon that was ravishing her. And as she looked upon his unholy form... her eyes widened and her heart skipped when she suddenly realized what had become of her. Her fall from heaven was complete. And as she realized she no longer missed heaven, as she realized she wanted everything this man-demon had to give her, something deep inside her changed as well. As she looked upon her master, her eyes momentarily flashed with an inner fire... the inner fire of a soon-to-bloom succubus. It would be some time... there was still so much her master had to teach her, but the most difficult step of the transformation was over. She was divine no more. Her memory of her name faded as well; her master would give her a new one some day if she was worthy, but for now she was simply his slave. As he thrust back into her and yanked back on her hair again... the nameless slave smiled.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Nefarius gleefully took liberties with the fallen cherub, seeing her lust-filled smile and the glazed look in her eyes as she looked back to admire the one she'd now submit to! He knew the look, the look of a lost mindless soul, one whose sole existence was to serve and follow the wishes and commands of the one who owned her! Nefarius, being the one who had broken her, had claimed her, was now the one who owned her ... her soul ... her body ... her mind!

His voice, deeper and more resounding than before, Nefarius exclaimed, "You are mine! You will do anything I command, for only I can be the one who fulfills you! You will find pleasure in pleasing me!"

Saying this, Nefarius pumped his long hard cock in a smooth manner,indicating the kind of pleasure she could receive if he was pleased.

"You, who had no hunger previously, will now have an insatiable hunger for this cock and all it has to offer! You can never get enough, and shall always hunger for more. It is that hunger which drives you and gives you purpose!"

As he plunged his cock into her depths, causing her to tremble with tremors atop of tremors, Nefarius continued outlining her purpose and her devotion to him, filling her now void mind, with all the information she needed to concern herself with. The prominent message was that she was dependent upon him, and would do anything to please him, all in an effort to be treated to the feel of his wonderful cock, wherever he decided to put it.

He punctuated her educational session with a copious eruption that flooded her insides with intense warmth, and a euphoric high that was seemingly unmatched in her life. She had that wonderful glow that surrounded her once angellic face, now looking more like a porn star.

He had never given her a name, merely referring to her as his slave, and it would remain that way until she had passed all the tests, trials, and tribulations he had in store for her.

As such, having completed the initiation process, Nefarius clapped his hands together, and a small steel cage appeared at his feet. The tiny cage, which had a steel cock positioned at the far end, was barely large enough for the slave girl to crawl into when ordered to do so. She was then told to suck the steel cock as if it were his very own cock. She quickly obliged, wrapping her lips around the cold steel, easing her red lips along the length until she had the full length enveloped within her mouth.

At that instant, the cage was closed behind her, she on her knees and elbows in the cramped quarters, unable to move one bit, unable to move one muscle, the cock lodged in her mouth. In her cramped position, her oozing, cum filled pussy peered back through the back of the cage. Another cold steel cock was fitted into position, skewering the fallen one, and locked into place.

Nefarius easily hoisted the tiny cage and mounted it to his stallion. Climbing aboard, they rode off through the forest until they came to a large opening in the side of the mountain, a dark hole that from all appearances led downward at a steep slope. Dismounting from his steed, Nefarius took the cage and set off for the darkness.

He had plans for the succubus-to-be, but he'd have to expose her to, and have her gain an appreciation, and a hunger for every deepest, darkest fantasy that man could ... would ... have! She would need the knowledge and hunger for that sex in order to survive, and to corrupt future innocents.

Into the darkness they went ...

 

[Pywakit]

Nefarius's Slave

She was already forgetting her previous life. Snatches of her time in heaven faded into fragments she half remembered, and by the time they'd reached the cave entrance, those snatches had transformed into simply vague memories of happiness... memories she know felt were more like promises of what she would be eventually rewarded with from her master should she please him. As they traveled, delving deeper into the dark, she continued to suck at the metal phallus. Its mate, the one lodged in her pussy, shifted and moved against her as the cage bounced and jostled, and each one sent a tiny shiver up her spine. Her arms and legs were growing numb, though, from the confinement, and her back was beginning to ache. Maybe... maybe if she sucked at the metal in her mouth harder, louder... maybe that would speed up the journey...

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Nefarius could feel the cage shaking a little more than usual, and looked down, amidst the blackness, and was able to see that his little toy was amusing herself with the two phalluses. Her hungry, noisy slurping sounds drew his attention, and he could see the frothy saliva drooling from her lips as she milked the steel rod.

"Ahh, such a good little slave!"

It was only a short while later that they came upon a landing, an eerie red glow lit the cavern walls, but the clearing was quite spacious. He set the cage upon the soft ground.

He knelt in front of the cage and reached through the bars to stroke her blonde hairs. He petted her as if she were a pet, talking to her in a similar manner. "Does my little pet want to get out? Would you like some real cock instead of those toys you've been playing with?"

Of course she couldn't answer, but Nefarius knew the answer. He opened the cage, removed the phallus from her pussy, and helped her out. He watched as she stretched, sprawled and craned, enjoying the freedom availed to her. "Welcome to your new home for the time being. This is where your training will take place.

Nefarius could already see that his little toy had an empty feeling, a feeling that would only be filled with his cock buried deep in her pussy. But before that would happen, he had plans for his little one. "First, we must make sure you are well fed. Surely you must be hungry."

Nefarius clapped his hands together, and a thunderous sound echoed off the walls. Within seconds, nearly fifty minions appeared from the darkness, a handful carrying a throne-like chair for Nefarius to sit upon. He took his perch as a regal one would. Looking down upon the naked girl, he spoke.

"There is only one thing you shall hunger, only one thing that shall nourish your body. Failure to consume your daily dosage will not only disappoint me, but surely lead to your death, with much pain and anguish. It is the one thing that only man can provide. It is your purpose, your goal, to coax your life sustenance from man. You will find that many a man greatly desires to have a beautiful maiden, such as yourself, do the very act that will draw forth the liquid of life. They will be more than willing to provide you with what you need to survive!"

As he spoke the fifty minions began forming a single file line, each one hurriedly trying to make their way to the front. The first one in line was already fisting his hard cock as he made his way towards the naked girl.

"Now! Service each man individually. Learn from them; learn how to please them; learn what excites them; learn what they desire. You will need this knowledge when you are sent on your missions! If you do well, you shall be rewarded. Now give each one a blowjob and swallow all they have to offer you!"

 

[Pywakit]

Nefarius's Slave

As the slave stretched her legs and arm, felt circulation returning to them, she noticed a strange feeling in her belly. It wasn't until her Master mentioned that she must be hungry that she realized he was right; for the first time she could remember, she was starving.

As the fifty other slaves lined up, she could feel her hunger pangs growing. Her instincts as a succubus were only beginning to develop, but even at this very early stage she could smell the thick musky scent of their arousal, and the scent made her belly rumble.

Her bald wings shivering behind her in anticipation, she crossed to the nearest man and knelt before him, impatiently swatting away his hand to get to his cock. She took it in her mouth and tried to plunge it all the way in, but all that accomplished was to choke her. She reeled back, coughing, and when she caught her breath, she turned back to the laughing man before her and this time attacked his cock with a bit more delicacy, holding him in her mouth so the head of his cock sat on her tongue while she began to pump his shaft, milking him, coaxing him to come.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Nefarius watched as his little hungry pet tackled the first cock to come her way. She was way to eager, just as was the foolish minion who had pushed his way to the front of the line. The smart ones, filtered to the back. By the time the sweet blonde tart reached them, she'd be well on her way to being a seaoned pro. Nefarius looked on as she hungrily engulfed the smattering the first male had given.

Choking and gagging, her spittle and long strands of saliva were drooling from the corners of her mouth as she coaxed the cum from the first of the many men. Nefarius smiled, nodded to the second in line, and he replaced the first. The poor student never got a break between the two, not even having a chance to wipe her face clean of the remnants she had not swallowed.

All of the minions had similar appendages, equal in length and girth. She had similar trouble with the second, still gagging and coughing as the massive head reached the back of her mouth. Despite her eagerness, she persisted, and carried on, perfecting her skills with each minion, swallowing what she could, the remnants dribbling down her bloated cheeks. By the time she reached her tenth cock, she had pretty much mastered the art of deep throating.

Nefarius, pleased with her progress, interrupted, only long enough to complement her, and encourage her further. "Ahh,such a good little pet," he commented, rising from his throne. He crossed the room and petted his sweaty pet. Beads of perspiration dotted her flushed flesh. "You are doing well, and I'm sure you are still hungry for more!"

He positioned her on her knees, parting them slightly, as he brushed his hand allong her inner thighs and her pussy. He straightened her back, pulling her shoulders back, then placed her hands upon her thighs. He held her chin up, but ordered her to lower her eyes.

"This is the position you will most often serve in. This is how I will most often expect you to be in when I say *KNEEL*! This is the position of servitude. Men will love to see you in this position! You are here to serve their needs, as well as mine. You will allow them to use your lovely mouth in this position. Just relax, and let them enjoy."

Nefarius returned to his throne and sat, nodded to the next minion in line, and watched as he walked up, and inserted hiscock into her mouth. It was much different this time, as the minion, and those who followed would do, merely fucked her face. He wove his fingers into her hair and cradled her head as if he were gripping her curvaceous hips and repeatedly thrust in and out to his own tempo without any regard to her.

 

[Pywakit]

Nefarius's Slave

The slave knelt as she was taught, thick sheets of come drying on her cheeks, soaking into her flesh. She licked at what she could reach, but dared not lift her hands from her thighs to scoop the delicious thick fluid into her mouth. Fortunately, there were forty more cocks to go.

Deprived of her hands, the slave did her best to encourage those cocks to come quickly by sucking, by tonging, and by relaxing her throat as they thrust into her face only to clamp down and swallow against them as they pulled out for another. The wet sounds coming from the skullfucking she was receiving were extreme, and as each cock came, it seemed to do so differently. Some preferred to thrust deep and spurt into her deeps. Some preferred to press against the inside of her cheek as they came. Some pulled out and plastered her face, or watched as they aimed their white loads between her gaping lips. She soon lost track of what one she was on, but knew only that her hunger didn't seem to be abating.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

While his pet was in the midst of sucking her twentieth cock, Nefarius rose from his seat, proud of the accomplishments his pet was making. She deserved a reward, while continuing with her feeding frenzy.

He walked up behind the kneeling girl and slowly pushed her down till she was on her hands and knees. "These are the desires of men, my pet! You must learn to concentrate, and focus to the task at hand."

Stroking his cock within his fist, Nefarius plunged his thick member between the fleshy folds of her sex once again. He never allowed the constant stream of minions to stop, giving the next ten an opportunity to sample her oral talents as he took liberties with her sex. Slowly and deliberately, Nefarius stroked his entire length back and forth, within the velvety grip of his new conquest. Her fluids seeped and coated his shaft, lubricating the piston as it sawed in and out, stretching and filling her quite deliciously.

Nefarius made sure she never strayed from the task he had given her, taking delight how she mewled with each stroke of his length. She was his in entirety, and he'd use that to his advantage.

 

[Pywakit]

Nefarius's Slave

Her eyes widened in surprise and delight as she felt his cock thrusting into her. From both sides she took cock, the one plowing her pussy quite a bit larger than the steady stream that hammered her throat, yet both were incredible. The world seemed to melt away before long, and she imagined herself impaled through and through on masculine meat, the cocks ramming so deep into her from either direction that they touched somewhere deep inside her core. She came now and then as well, but her orgasms were weak and shallow, little more than shivers that did nothing to release her growing passion.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Nefarius fucked the little pet, feeling her tremors as she continued milking one cock after another, except for his. He did not fill her with his demon seed, rather watching her throat swallow eagerly. He allowed her onto her back as he plowed into her, watching the minions take delight in filling her mouth, coating her face, splattering her body, with their seed, bathing her in their cum.

She was already a dripping mess by the time she had serviced thirty of the hard cocks, twenty more minions awaiting their turn.

Nefarius was preparing her for yet still more. Grabbing her ankles, he lifted them high, nearly folding her in half as he drew his cock back. The angry red snake was caoted in her thick syrupy liquids, the same liquids oozing out of the abused entrance, down between the swells of her ass.

He aimed the evil snake at the tiny entrance, and pushed, pushed, pushed, until she had granted him entry, he filling her back door entrance as much as he had filled her other hole. He was stretching her as he flexed, his mighty organ twitching within the tight confines of her dark channel. And as Nefarius gained entry,he slowly fell into rhythm, his hands keeping busy, toying and playing with the very opening he had just left void, dipping fingers inside that hole, feeling the snake's head as it passed beneath his fingertips, separated only by the thin membrane.

... And the minions continued ... blowjob afterblowjob!

 

[Pywakit]

Nefarius's Slave

She whined softly around the latest log of man-meat lodged in her throat as she felt her master's cock slide out of her pussy. She felt empty without him, but then as he rolled her over on her back and began pressing his tumescence against her asshole, she realized what he wanted. A bolt of fear ran through her, but that bolt was quickly crushed when her mouthful exploded and she had to gulp to avoid choking. An instant later, she felt him filling her from behind, and the feeling was yet another revelation.

She continued sucking what was given her, her tits caught between her knees as her master pushed forward on her legs. She draped her head back, her mouth hanging open and the angle giving the next several minions a straight shot down her throat. She breathed through her nose, blowing come out of the way as it ran up her face, dripped by her eyes, and ran down into her hanging hair, the ends of which were swirling around in the quickly growing lake of slobber and sperm below.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Nefarius took great glee in claiming the pet as his own, while training her in her duties as a succubus-to-be. He was sure, she did not know her future, nor would she. Her only purpose was to serve him, do as he pleased, and ultimately make him happy so she would *feel* fulfilled!

He continued plowing through her once-heavenly bowels, feeling her stretch to accomodate his length and girth. Nefarius took great glee in what he was doing, since this act alone was like a slap in the face of her former Master.

Down to the last ten minions, she was bathed in a thick layer of cum, her golden lengths, streaked with cum, it's ends, swirling on the dirtied floor in a large pool of saliva and mixed cum. Still not having emptied himself, Nefarius withdrew his mighty spear from her tight channel with an audible 'POP'! Her groan of displeasure was quickly drowned out by an exploding cock in her mouth, causing her to choke and gag, spitting most of the contents back up.

Nefarius excused the erroneous effort and slipped his giant snake back into her abused pussy. This time, however, he drew his long tail between his legs. It's pointed tip made easy entry into the hole just vacated, he now filling both her holes, while the remaining nine minions were in line to fill her gaping mouth.

Each one fucked the nimble one mercilessly, she cascading through a series of mini-orgasms, teetering on the edge of one massive release. After the final minion had released his load, Nefarius redoubled his efforts. His pointed tail was fucking side by side with his cock, both, stretching and filling the flailing one. It was only then that Nefarius filled her once again with his demon seed! He roared with the volcanic eruption, the entire room quaking as he flooded both holes, his tail opening up, sending searing hot, white lightening liquid through her bowels at the same time he was filling her womb.

Finishing her task, the room now empty, except for Nefarius and she, he spoke. "You shall be called Syxia from this point forward, because you have earned the right! Now come to me, and honor thy Master by cleansing that which you most desire!"

 

[Pywakit]

Syxia

As he exploded inside her, his twin penetration spewing heat into her hidden depths just as the final minion emptied himself all over her face, she finally came. Her back arched, her body shook, and she shrieked in pleasure, her throat gurgling with the thick coating of come it carried. But her orgasm was over quickly... TOO quickly. She realized there and then that she needed practice not only in servicing her master's whims, but in allowing herself to enjoy and release and relax as well.

But that was all washed away when he gave her a name.

"Syx...ee...ah..." she said in a soft voice, testing out her new name as she assumed a kneeling position before her master. When he ordered her to clean him, she was torn for a moment. His cock AND his tail both called to her, but she chose his magnificent dick quickly enough, leaning in to suck away the sticky remnants of his come and her lust that caked his length. As she did, she began stroking his tail and his balls, scooping away anything wet and bringing what she found up to her lips to suck away.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Nefarius was quite pleased with the manner in which Syxia tended to cleaning him in entirety, not just his cock, caked with more than four hours of her slick juices caked upon its length. The reddish glow that had surrounded them had begun to dim, and beyond the darkness that crept in on them lay a glorious bed, its mattress huge and soft, fluffy pillows scattered about.

Nefarius petted Syxia, his hand coming in contact with her cum-caked matted hair. "You have done well, my pet, Syxia. You have, however, left quite a lot unattended to. As hungry as you get, you should not waste what is offered. Now, be a good pet and finish up your meal. When you are done, you may rest at the foot of my bed."

Nefarius crossed the distance, his nakedness moving from the dying light, through the darkness, and into the new light, onto his comfortable bed. He tossed several pillows to the ground before making himself comfortable, where he could still watch his pet!

 

[Pywakit]

Syxia

Syxia silently watched her master leave, her eyes lingering on the impressive-even-while-soft cock that still glistened with her spit until he clambered onto the large bed. She had a brief vision of the two of them on that bed, her riding him or pinned to the mattress by him, him thrusting deep into her body, and realized that was her goal. To fuck and be fucked by her master on that bed.

But for now... she knew she had to earn that right. And he was correct, she was still quite starving. Despite the fact that she'd gulped down nearly a gallon of come, her belly was still flat as ever, and her stomach groaned in hunger. She ran her hands through her hair, scooping handfuls of gelid spunk from her matted locks and licking her hands clean over and over. She slid fingers over her face, up across her tits, and over her belly, scooping up what had started to dry there. Yet still she hungered.

She noticed the huge puddle of come and spit that had gathered on the floor under where her head had been during her initiation. The puddle had only just started to dry around the edges, but the majority was still quite runny. Dropping down to her hands and knees, she held her hair back with one hand while she balanced herself with the other, dipping low and pursing her lips. Noisily, sloppily, she sucked the puddle up into her mouth, swallowing and sucking and swallowing and sucking until there was nothing left but a smear. She lowered her head further, licking at it until even that smear was little more than a shiny spot on the cave floor. And STILL she was hungry.

She stood, unsure of where to go next, and noted the fullness of her belly... not her stomach, which still felt empty, but her ass and pussy. Her master's seed still filled her in both locations, and she could feel it sloshing inside her as she moved. She realized that she'd been clenching, holding both loads inside her, unwilling to let them go. A smile played over her lips (were they a bit more crimson than they were several hours ago?) and a sparkle caught in here eyes (they were CERTAINLY more crimson than they'd been several hours ago).

In full view of her master, she clambered up onto the altar-shaped stone she'd just been fucked on and squatted, legs spread apart, hands down by her ankles and clutching the edge of the stone for balance. Her eyes pressed shut and her lips pursed as she pushed and strained. At first, nothing happened. But then, as she pushed a second time, she felt herself loosening. Thick ropes of come sluiced out of her pussy, farted wetly out of her anus, squirting in twin bubbling cascades from both holes to splatter on the stone below. She heaved again and again, squirting out more and more of his seed until finally she felt empty. Only then did she drop down and begin sucking up what she'd emptied onto the stone, doing her best to savor the thick hot flavor, while she gathered the last few remnants from between her thighs where it had spattered. Her fingers slid up and down, back and forth over her crotch, eager to gather every precious drop, and on one particularly high slide, her fingertips slid all the way up to the cleft of her buttocks and the small of her back. She felt a strange bump there... had she not been so come-starved, she would have stopped to marvel at the fresh beginnings of a tail that was growing there, the latest sign of her eventual transformation into a succubus.

Only as she finished sucking up the last drop, did she feel the slightest bit of satisfaction. She still hungered, but she felt as if she could sleep now. She stood, smiled at her master, and spoke. Unlike her first halting words when she had tried her new name out, her voice now was soft, full, and alluring, the very epitome of feminine sexuality.

"You are so fucking delicious, Master. Thank you for allowing me to feed from your minions... and from you!"

With those words, she did as she had been ordered. She curled up at the base of his bed and swiftly fell asleep, memories of the hot smoky taste of his seed still lingering in her mind and mouth.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Nefarius was quite pleased with Syxia, even more so when she went to the extremes he had not ordered. He watched as she squatted upon the altar and forced out the sticky sluice, just so she could satisfy her hunger. She was well on her way to becoming an accomplished succubus.

Nefarius was doubly pleased when she thanked him for his feeding, complimenting him especially. Even though his whole objective from the beginning was about transforming the cherub, stealing her from her prior master; he found himself growing fond of Syxia. He'd surely cherish her and not only ensure her success, but would see to her survival as she served him.

And so Nefarius, when Syxia curled at the foot of his bed, drifted to a deep sleep. It had been a long hard passing of time, and the two slept. Nefarius was the first to wake, and he gently nudged and caressed the sleeping beauty, rousing her from her much needed sleep! But things were different ... they were not in the dark cave, the surroundings, posh and quite oppulent. And once more, Nefarius was in the form of Damian, an unimposing figure.

"Time to wake my pet!" He could see the confusion on her face, and sat her down explaining what was happening. He explained that she would be taught lessons in his lair, but that those lessons needed to be applied in the natural surroundings. In essence, this was her opportunity to test her skills on the unsuspecting innocents. He would use her to recruit more minions, minions that would serve them both!

At first, he'd give her easy targets, those that could be easily taken advantage of, progressively giving her harder and harder targets, those that would take a lot of work and energy to subjugate. In this world, her wings and tail would not be seen, until the subject had given up their soul, and it was time to bring them to the denizens of other claimed souls. He explained how she could use her beauty and charm to lure the targets and then stake her claim. The addition of makeup and alluring clothing would help in that task. He further explained that the fruit of an innocent was five times as powerful and fulfilling than a claimed minion. Her hunger and appetite, would be better satiated among the innocents, than in the depths with his minions.

On a nearby table, was a large fruit basket, from which Damian plucked a large, juicy, red, ripe apple. He took a bite from it, the juice dripping along his chin. He held the apple towards Syxia's mouth, waiting for her to take the proverbial bite, punching yet another metaphorical hole in the life she now no longer remembered.

"Your mortal name shall be 'Sylvia'!"

He led her to a wardrobe closet which contained more ornate clothing. more revealing, and more alluring. On a nearby desk was an array of cosmetics and jewelry.

"Let's get you ready for your first day!"

 

[Pywakit]

Sylvia

Syxia shuddered as she felt reality waver and change around her; felt the nub of the newly-forming tail and her barren wings melt away and vanish. She silently repeated her mortal name to herself as she looked over the huge array of clothing as she absently chewed on the mouthful of apple (she'd taken a bite of the fruit almost absentmindedly, as if she hadn't even thought twice about the symbolism).

The amount of clothing in the closet was almost paralyzing in the number of choices. as was the amount of jewelry. She realized why she couldn't choose, finally, and turned to face her master.

"I... I do not know what to wear. Who is to be my first assignment, Master? What should I wear to seduce this mortal?"