A brunette cried out in delight and scrambled to her feet. She was ample, slightly pudgy, but that hardly bothered Vilti, for her heft was focused mainly in her jaw dropping breasts and hips, barely masked by sheer silks. Vilti licked his lips, already picturing such a beauty heavy with his pups, her already large breasts engorged with milk and hips curved to bear the many sons he intended to fill her with.
Beati moved over him, her hips swaying as she straddled him. She slowly eased herself down, her bare quim parting, welcoming his warty cock. Vilti moaned with delight, his thin shaft slithering into her molten cunt.
“Ooooh!” Beati moaned, her plump breasts shaking with her pleasure as she began to move atop him, fucking him into the pillows, her eyes misty with the delight of completion. Of denial at last bearing its final fruition.
Vilti was in much the same state of mind. He moaned, head thrown back as the voluptuous cultist moved atop him, fucking herself upon his cock with every hint of ecstatic joy. “Nnnn! Cove good! Cove so hot!”
“Oh master. Master! Thank you! Thank you for your cock!” Beati moaned, her silken costume fluttering around her with every motion of her hips, riding his cock like a thing possessed. She threw her arms behind her head, thrusting out her bountiful chest as she bounced atop him. “Master! Please! This slave begs you! Please! Your lips on her tits. Lick me! Suck my breasts! They are yours, my master! My lord!”
Vilti was more than happy to comply with her earnest pleas. His lips locked on a bouncing teat, his pointed teeth nibbling on that thrumming bud, sending the voluptuous slut into throes of ecstasy as she took his warty length.
“Oh fuck! Oh gods! Oh master… Masterrrrrrr!”
Her cry rose in a crescendo of pleasure, her tits jiggling as she came. As her pussy clamped down on his cock, Vilti moaned, massaged over the edge by her rippling folds. His cock spurted into her welcoming quim, pulsing with pleasure, filling her womb with his foul seed.
Beati’s cry rose higher as the mark of the eye took shape upon her mons, burned into her by the curse of the Duke, marking her as bred by the monster beneath her. She fell back, Vilti’s cock schlurping out of her trembling quim. Eager hands caught her, eased her down onto the floor.
“Look!” Dina cried, pointing at Beati’s mons and the mark thereon, etched just above her dripping pussy. “Our sister has been blessed by our master! She has been bred! How was it, Slave Beati?”
“So good,” Beati moaned, her hands moving lazily over her shaking body, stroking her breasts and quim. “So… good…”
A great cheer went up from the waiting women. Dina beamed down at them all. “Behold! Our future is made, sisters! The curse is true, and our course is clear. Adia! You may next be blessed!”
Vilti raised his head as a slender woman with gently budding breasts eagerly moved forward. She lifted Vilti and lay down beneath him, resting him atop her, his head nestled between her tits. His cock hardening as it found itself sandwiched between her glistening cunt lips.
“Master. I beg of you. Breed me,” she breathed.
Vilti could hardly disagree. He shifted, aligning himself with her trembling pussy, and pushed home. She threw back her head, a cry of sweetest pleasure escaping her soft lips as Vilti moaned and began to rut into her tight cunt. Tight even for his small shaft, the warty bumps up and down his length massaging the eager slut’s inner walls in ways that made her keen and gasp. Whimper and moan as she rocked beneath him, taking his cock with all the eagerness of a born slut.
Soon enough his twitching cock came, the gertling moaning as he filled her womb with his seed, branding her his willing slave with the mark of the eye.
No sooner had she dismounted a third crawled up between his legs. Her long hair fell over her curvy breasts as she smiled adoringly at the gertling.
“Oh,” she breathed, touching Vilti’s somewhat sagging cock. “Master’s cock seems spent.”
Vilti squeaked in surprise as he was suddenly lifted, Dina settling down where he had been but moments before and resting the gertling on her stomach, his head nestled between the cultist’s soft breasts. “Then you must help master to grow, Slave Ora. For he wants to breed you ever so much.”
“Um, yeah!” Vilti said, wriggling against Dina, his head pressed between the soft curves of ample tit-flesh. “Me need that.”
Ora beamed at him. “Thank you, master! I won’t disappoint you!”
“Uh huh? Ooooh,” Vilti moaned as she leaned forward, pressing her ample breasts about his warty cock. He let his head fall back, moaning in pleasure as she began to wank him between her soft breasts, squeezing his tiny cock between her tit. He was so small and her breasts so large his cock never even crested those shapely orbs, although he was never in any doubt that he was there. Not with his cock tingling, a sensation racing through him, his balls aching with pleasure as he hardened once more to her eager ministrations.
“Oh master,” Ora moaned, her eyes looking at him with such adoration the gertling felt a warming of pride in his chest. “Master, are you hard for me now? Will you breed me like the good slut I am? I swear to you I shall please you. I shall carry your pups well in my womb. Will you reward me with your pups? I need it. I need it so badly…”
Vilti didn’t doubt it. Her ass was swaying gently behind her as she released his cock from between her breasts, his warty shaft tall and slick with the juices of the women he’d already claimed. But he found it difficult to inform her that he was more than happy to stuff her wet cunt, as she immediately pushed her face between his legs and began to lick and tongue his heavy balls.
“Ooooooh!” Vilti moaned as the serviced him. “It good! Me like!”
“Ora is so very pleased, master,” Dina said, her hands coming around and stroking Vilti’s thin chest as if admiring the lack of muscles on his stringy green frame. “She was among the first I recruited to join the monsters. She was engaged to a knight, but when she heard that he had been slain in battle with the monsters, she knew what she had to do. She had to give herself to the ones that bested her would be husband. She needed to surrender her womb to her future masters. The greater race. And she was so eager with the thought, my master. She begged me to let her taste the seed of a monster. Did I teach her well? Many are the nights that I had her between my legs and using her tongue, proving that she had the skill to serve you.”
“She good,” Vilti panted, his cock twitching with desire. “She very goooood!”
“Good enough to take your seed, master? Good enough to be bred by your mighty cock?”
“Yesssss!”
Dina smiled, nodded at the other woman. “It is time.”
Ora’s eyes fairly glowed with joy as she left Vilti’s spit slathered balls and climbed over them. Vilti moaned in delight as her slick folds were lowered, devouring his cock inside of her. She threw back her head, her voice rising in a heady moan as her hips began to move, fucking herself atop the gertling’s warty cock.
“Ooooooh!” she cried out, her hands engulfing the plushness of her breasts, massaging them as she bounced atop Vilti’s lap, plunging his stunted cock into her eager pussy. “Oh master! Yes! Master! Bless my womb with your seed! Give me the glory of your cum! Ah. Ahn! Nnnnn! Oh yes! Oh master! Oh fuck me my lord! My masterrrrrr!”
Vilti’s cock couldn’t resist the rippling tightness of the woman’s pussy. His head fall back with a throaty moan as his shaft spurted within her, filling her with his seed. Her cry of orgasmic bliss rose higher as the brand of the eye burned itself onto her mons, searing her with the mark of her new role as monster breeder.
On it went. A parade of shapely women, each more eager for his cock. Each begging for his seed, fucking themselves atop him, letting him rut their tight pussies until he filled them with his oily cum, branded them with the eye. Vilti was in heaven. An endless sea of pleasure and ecstasy. His cock milked and his face smothered in soft breasts.
At last, he lay, slumped among the cushions, panting in exertion. But it was done. Around him l
ay the sated forms of every woman in the tower. All branded by him. All impregnated by his cum. The gertling smiled, resting his head between Dina’s soft breasts as the sultry maiden pulled her master against her curves, letting the gertling rest after his great exertion.
Sated at last, torpid with post-coital bliss, Vilti tilted his head and looked out the window and over the sprawling palace below.
…And wondered why the dome in the middle of the palace was glowing so brightly.
Man or Beast
Androse staggered through the hall, clutching his stomach. His makeshift toga had stopped the bleeding, the fabric adhering to his wound. He had to escape. Had to get out of here. He was the emperor. The emperor couldn’t die. He would live. Had to live. He was Istanov. He was what mattered.
Bodies littered the corridors. Men and monster slain together. He… he would have to find a way out. The gate. The gate led out. He’d get there. Find… find a healer. Fight his way out. He would live. He had to live…
Screams filled his ears. He staggered past a room where a noble in little more than golden jewelry was on her knees, her cries echoing as a wulfen plunged his cock into her tight cunt. She cried out, her scream of horror rising in ecstasy, the wulfen howling as he came, pumping her full of his vile seed, the eye burning onto her mons.
Androse hurried away, leaning on the wall. The sounds of mating. Of death. Of horrors assailed him. No. No this couldn’t be. He was emperor. Moskov was safe. No one could breach the palace. He had to live. Had to survive. Istanov survived with him. He was emperor.
Footsteps clicked off the floor. Androse paused. Something in the sharpness of that sound holding him. Trembling, he turned slowly.
A woman walked down the corridor, but not a woman like any he had known. Her skin was a rich crimson. Her curves stark. She was tall. Taller than him by over a head. Horns curled from her brow and wings of dark feathers fluttered from her back. In her cruel hands she was dragging the upper half of an imperial guardsman, the man’s torso leaving a bloody trail in their wake like a slug’s.
When she saw him, the demoness brightened, her grin cruel. “Well well!” she crowed, sauntering nearer, dropping her latest victim to the floor, forgotten. “I’ve been looking for you.”
Androse staggered back, gasping in pain, every movement sending agony shooting through him from his wounded gut. “N-no. You can’t be.”
“But I am! The name is Luxia. And you must be Androse.”
Her wings beat the air, and a scent of thick spices brushed against him. Androse gasped, and even then, even wounded, the danger of the creature before him more than evident, he couldn’t help but grow hard. Couldn’t stop the coil of lust in the back of his stomach at the sight of the infernal beauty.
“Androse,” Luxia said, her hips swinging lazily as she closed the distance. “Emperor of Istanov. The last of his bloodline, though you probably have a few bastards running around. Not in this country, though. Oh no. I’m afraid Istanov is ours now.”
“Please,” Androse begged. “Help me… help me escape. I’ll give you… give you anything. Titles. Land. Gold. Women…”
She laughed. “You don’t have any of those anymore. You’re just some fat moron stumbling through the halls of power. Oooh,” she said, noting the crimson stain in his toga. “But looks like someone got to you first. Well, not to worry. I have just the thing to fix that.”
Androse attempted to duck away, but with almost contemptuous ease Luxia’s hand lashed out, grabbing him by the tattered toga. She dragged the whimpering emperor before her and rippled the cork out of a bottle with her teeth. Androse’s eyes widened as she shoved the bottle of swirling, misty liquid into his mouth. “Bottoms up!”
Androse gagged, but there was no relief as she poured the foul contents of the potion down his throat. It burned like acid going down, and when the succubus yanked it from his mouth Androse fell to the ground, heaving, his body shuddering in agony.
Luxia’s fangs gleamed in her smile as the emperor began to change. His back splitting, spiny needles growing. His hands grew, fingers cracking open, bones forming gleaming talons. His face bulged, horns jutting out, his eyes gleaming a feral red. Fur and scale rippled across his form. A hideous chimera of monster.
Luxia laughed as the monster than had been Androse raised its head and bayed, a sound that echoed through the halls of the palace and struck terror into the souls of monster and men.
“Wonderful!” Luxia crowed. “Look at that. Now you really are the picture of new Istanov. Oh!” she said, grinning at the end of the hall as a number of imperial guards in their black cloaks burst about the corner. “And look! Your first victims. Isn’t that nice.”
The creature turned and the guards skidded to a halt at the sight of the monstrosity. The creature howled again, a tongue long as a whip snapping in the air before it hurled itself like a bull towards the guards. The men and women of the troop raised their weapons, but steel skidded off fur and scale as the creature plowed into them. Claws flashed and parted steel and flesh like water. Swords shattered and screams were silenced by hungry teeth and savage blows.
The creature scattered the survivors, but stopped from the last. Her armour had been torn, revealing firm, female curves. Her helmet had been torn away and short brown hair bounced about her head. She looked up in horror at the creature looming over her.
The monster growled, but the sound was of a different timber than before. It leaned over her, maw parting, its long tongue snaking out and stroking her cheek. The guardswoman shuddered as the tongue slid over her skin, but it wasn’t horror alone that made her shiver. Luxia’s eyes brightened and her lips curled in amusement as the woman’s skin grew flushed. As her breathing grew deeper.
“No…” she whimpered.
“What’s wrong?” Luxia purred, sauntering forward, hips swinging and tail slowly moving behind her. “Doesn’t that feel good?”
The woman’s breath came in short gasps. She panted, looking from the creature to Luxia and back again. The demoness smirked and bent down, stroking the woman’s hair. The creature growled, low and deep.
“Don’t worry, big boy. I’m not going to steal your new plaything,” the demoness assured the chimera. “Just going to make things a bit easier for you both.”
The guardswoman’s protesting moan was so weak it was barely a whimper as Luxia stripped away the tattered remnants of her armour, revealing a toned, firm body with pert breasts and muscular thighs. Luxia cackled. “Oooh, not bad. But here. My new pet seems confused. I think you need to properly show him what you need.”
The guardswoman struggled weakly in Luxia’s grip as the demoness turned her onto her hands and knees. Her struggles ceased abruptly as she felt the chimera’s nose against her quim, sniffing at her pussy. “W-wait. I… nnnnnn!”
Her moan trilled through her as the creature’s tongue slid up along her damp folds. Her pussy tightened, her gasp hot and needy. Her nipples hardened, her skin pinking in desire.
Luxia laughed at the sight. “Uh oh. Looks like the monster wants to fuck your pretty pussy. That would be terrible! Why, his big cock would just destroy your pretty human cunt. You’d never be able to feel pleasure from another man. He’ll split you like a log! Is that what you want, emperor?” she asked the creature.
“Hrrrr,” slathering jaws breathed, a long tongue moving like a whip, each stroke along the guardswoman’s quim making her ass twitch, body tighten, and voice gasp in growing desire. “I… mate!”
“Of course you will,” Luxia said, stroking the beast’s jaw. “And don’t you worry your pretty head. I have just the thing to make sure your new plaything will be able to take your big cock.”
The succubi’s hand stroked down the creature’s chin and onto the guardswoman’s bottom. Her finger slid along the seam of her ass, down, down, to the dripping folds of her needy cunny. Luxia smirked, her finger stroking along those folds, her voice cooing in a tongue unknown by man.
“Oooooh!” the
woman moaned, feeling her depths grow deep. Grow spacious and empty.
“There,” Luxia said, smirking. “Now she’ll be able to take you. Shall you give her a try?”
The chimera growled. A sound that nearly touched again on the human, but was far more the beast. It moved over her, a mass of muscle, scale and fur. The guardswoman whimpered as she felt its cock, wedged and heavy press against her pussy. But Luxia saw her push back against it, yearning for it within her. Something her new mate was eager to supply.
The creature’s cock filled the guardswoman’s cunt to an absurd degree. Luxia grinned at the sight of the woman’s stomach distended from the sheer girth of the monster’s manhood. The woman’s cry of orgiastic pleasure was a siren song to the succubus as the helpless woman’s body convulsed with the ecstasy of orgasm.
“Oooooo yesssssss!” the woman screamed. “More! Please! Nnnnn! More! Fuck me… Ah… tame me! Breed meeeeee!”
The creature that had been the emperor of Istanov snarled, drawing back and plunging his cock into her again. The guardswoman cried out, clinging to the floor, her eyes rolling back from the sensation of that unholy cock plundering her depths. Every thrust of the monster’s cock stuffing her beyond her imagining.
Luxia laughed at the sight, her breasts bouncing on her chest as she loomed over the scene, pride etched on her face as the human woman lost herself to the glory of her breeding. As inches were fed into her hungry cunt. As she was practically dragged across the floor by the monster’s thrusts, the sound of her ass impact the monster’s balls like the drum beats of some savage ceremony.
Again. Again the creature thrust into his cocksleeve. Again and again her cry rose, her body convulsing with helpless orgasms. Pushed beyond its capacity to register the sensation of her breeding. Luxia bit her lip at the sadistic sight. Her own finger slid along her slick, pink pussy, stroking herself eagerly. Mmmm. She was panting. Oooh. If only she had her milk slut here. She couldn’t wait to get back to her lair and get that bronze-skinned beauty on her knees, licking at her pussy. Maybe she would even have the creature fuck that slut…
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