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Enter the Paladin
Carmine was dutifully impressed with the Goddess' . palace. It certainly was an impressive place! The magiporter deposited her just off the seemingly infinite steps, steps that stretched the entire length of her palace. That had to be some miles for, looking either to the right or the left, the redheaded Paladin/Assassin could not see the end corners of the building's front face! The steps themselves seemed to go on upward, likewise, for another mile, rising a good five hundred feet or more!
But, no sooner than she took her first step, then she began drifting, as if on a escalator, quickly and effortlessly up the tens of thousands of steps!
At the top of the stairs were pillars, thousands-tens of thousands-of them, stretching to the right and left as far as the eye could see. Furthermore they were not mere tens of feet high, but hundreds! They supported a very Greek like roof of marble carved with numerous images; all female-young, lush, naked. And all types or races of females: elves, amazons, sorceresses, mages, humans, even orcs! Clouds gathered and partially obscured the roof peaks.
Through the towering cyprus doors the interior spread out before her forever. She couldn't see the other end of the interior, it was lost in the misty distance. The ceiling was obscured by clouds, hundreds of feet overhead.
She strode purposefully towards the unknown other side, her hard soles clicking rhythmically on the marble floor. She was just twenty years old, looked younger by two years; just over five and a half feet tall: strong bodied without looking musclebound; long, powerful legs; not too wide but womanly hips; narrow, tight waist; nicely proportioned rack; wide shoulders; bright red, shoulder length hair; light complexion; vividly green eyes, red lips, small, pointed nose.
Her just over a handful tits jiggled tightly under her tight, mid-length sleeveless shirt as she strode, her impressively rotund buns rotating briskly under painted on tights. Her leather jacket covered only the top half of her ass as she strode. Her eyes never stopped in their movement, constantly scanning the huge room. Long experience as an assassin-sex assassin to be precise, had taught her to take no chances.
Then, instantly in mid-stride, the room changed
A much more intimate room she now found herself in, walls of deep, dark red velvet, much lower ceiling of only about ten-twelve feet, also darkly colored. A fireplace cast a surprising amount of light across the room, but four flickering lamps, at each corner, complemented it. A sumptuously furnished bed, piled high with velvet sheets and luxurious, soft pillows lay in one far corner, a matching chair, tall, throne-like, stood in the other.
Someone was sitting in that chair!
Carmine immediately turned towards the-girl, her senses at full alert. She might be a goddess-immortal and divine-a Mage Master able to manipulate magick with great power or over great distances, but even the divine have been known to hold grudges with sex-assassins over past contracts.
The-girl-rose and stepped towards her and Carmine immediately felt a rush of heat sweep through her. 'Forced lust' threatened to seize her. She had experienced it before, but only from the demonic or the cursed undead. Her concern jumped another notch. A normal human woman-or girl-would be in big trouble right now, Carmine told herself. This-girl-could be very dangerous to another woman!
Fortunately Carmine was not a-normal-woman!
Nonetheless it took quite an effort of will to fight down the submissive, all too feminine desire to succumb to the sensation.
A sensation demanding of her to roll upon her back, throw her legs up over her head, and await her fate-under some superhuman beast!
The girl suddenly stopped, then smiled.
Sweetly.
Did she detect that Carmine was basically immune to the 'Womyn Forced Lust' attack?
Carmine then felt a different sensation course through her-affection, desire, almost love
The girl looked only eighteen or so years of age: Shorter than the Paladin, not more than two or three inches past five foot; past the shoulder, curly bright blond hair; bright blue eyes; little narrow, pointed nose; lush, almost too lush, lips; she wore a simple white robe that closed about her middle and was just transparent enough to outline a luscious young woman/girl's body.
Her breasts were, in a word, perfect: gravity defying cones, nearly twice as full as the Paladin's, with wide, perfectly round and puffy, bright pink nipples. They jutted out perfectly, just jiggling enough when she walked to attract the attention of any girl or woman.
Her hips were wide, for an apparent eighteen year old, with no dark patch at the junction of her full, firm thighs, indicating a bald, pink, saucy wet pussy
Perfectly narrow and tight waist.
Long, strong, but not too wide legs.
Slim, smooth, luscious arms with hands containing long fingers armed with wickedly long claw-like nails.
Perfect.
You are Carmine-the Paladin. . The girl proclaimed in a lilting, teenaged girl's voice tinged heavily with flirting inflection.
Suddenly dry throated, Carmine could only nod once, briskly.
An assassin I'm told . she added, turning to stride to the opposite edge of her throne-like chair.
Carmine saw her bulging, firm, babybutt smooth buns counter-rotate against each other as she stepped, grinding effortlessly together across a hauntingly dark and deep asscrack. Her bubblebutt was like the rest of her: Perfect.
Abruptly another emotion momentarily seized her: She wanted to bury her face between those cheeks!
But her built-in warning system also jumped a notch with the mention of her-occupation.
Do not be alarmed, . the Girl replied, easily detecting Carmine's body tension. I summoned you because you are an accomplished sex-assassin, not for what you have done in the past. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Sappho. .
'Sappho'? Carmine thought. Named after the famous
As if the Girl was reading her mind, she interrupted, No. I AM Sappho. The Goddess of Womanhood-The Righteous Path to Womanhood. I am the one, long ago in your-human, that is-reckoning, who, on that miserable rock of Lesbos, founded the Sisterhood-with a few others, of course. .
What can you-want-with me? . Carmine replied, still suspicious and now somewhat confused. Doesn't she know who I am? Doesn't she realize that I cannot-ever since that damnable curse-BE a real woman!
What can I want from you, indeed! . she laughed, pulling on an ornate cord hanging alongside her throne. I have need of your-services. .
Suddenly and silently a well camouflaged door aside the throne and behind the cord slide open and a tall, statuesque woman stepped through. The look she gave the sex-assassin jumped Carmine's concern up yet another notch.
She immediately recognized her as an Amazon: Tall, towering over Sappho by a good foot, inches taller than Carmine. Her uniform was typical Amazon: Strapless, bare shoulder halter that barely contained bountiful, delicious looking jugs and that, through an extremely deep plunging front descending to her navel, displayed most of those magnificent baby feeders; beneath a tight, sprayed on in appearance, leg less pants of deep blue material that outlined every curve and depression of her hips-especially the lush crease between permanently floppy, elongated puss labia. The back of the pants disappeared into the deep, dark crack between the Amazon's impressively bulging, most impressively muscular asscheeks.
Immediately she recalled the contract she-executed-a couple years ago: on or, more precisely, in Queen Joanna of the Eastern Amazons. Yes, this one wore the same tribal color on her pants
I believe you are familiar with Diana's tribe. Once led by Queen Joanna .
Carmine stiffened further. Unconsciously she slipped into her precautionary defensive stance: ready for blows, but not trying to look like it. Her eyes began scanning the room for a-any-possible exit.
This Amazon bitch was, like all her kind, BIG! And pissed! Carmine doubted that the bitch would give her any chance of winning in a contest of strength!
Sappho stepped up to the scowling Amazon and ran her hand all over Diana's naked and bulging left butt bun. Then she set her talons deeply into the asscheek, holding the Amazon possessively in seeming contradiction to their relative heights. Do not worry, Carmine, . Sappho said, giving a glance to the Amazon.
Diana's scowl suddenly melted away, replaced by a submissive little smile.
Diana is in my service, now, . she added, patting the Amazon on her bulging butt dome before stepping away. While she might hold-resentment-to you for your-action-against her former Queen, she realizes it was for-business-purposes, correct? .
Sappho looked carefully at Carmine, who, getting the message, nodded quickly. Then the lesbian Goddess gave one more glance at Diana. Diana looked back at her Goddess, a sad smile crossing her face. Then, somewhat reluctantly, she nodded too.
Good! . Sappho exclaimed, clapping her hands once in obvious delight. That is settled. You, assassin, may no longer be concerned about Diana, my-escort, of the moment. .
Carmine saw that Diana's face was now impassive and, considering that was about the best she could expect from the Amazon at the moment, relaxed her guard-slightly.
Why have I called for you? . the Goddess continued. Have you heard of our-tournament? .
Carmine jerked her gaze back to the delicious looking Goddess. Uh-tournament? .
I am not surprised, . Sappho replied. It only occurs periodically, every 123 of your years, and it is by-invitation-only . the Goddess carefully observed Carmine's reaction.
The Paladin showed remarkable muscle control.
Do not be offended, . Sappho went on, it is quite restrictive But, for your own good, I should start at the beginning.
You, I believe, because of your-curse-remember that part of humanity called 'men'? .
Carmine gawked at the Goddess. She hadn't thought of that part of humanity, not that she, especially HER, needed them!, in eons! No one did! Woman, especially womyn, simply had no need for them!
But, long ago, when, she had to admit, the world had been different-very different-she remembered-MEN!
Well, allow me to stimulate your memory: Long ago, thousands of human years ago by my best estimate, something happened to My world-every human woman's world. Some short time after your curse-oh, yes, I am well informed as to your curse!-everything changed. There have been various explanations made since then-most quite meaningless-and all of no usefulness to us. The fabric of the universe changed, dramatically in the case of men, for they all vanished!
Suddenly only the Amazons and Humans, just the females, remained. Then, apparently at the same time though I cannot be certain, there appeared the 'other' peoples: Humankin like the Mages, Sorceresses, Womyn-Warriors, Paladins; Nonhuman Livingkin like immortal Elves, Dwarfs, Orcs, and other Kin subject to sword-imposed death; and then there were the Undead-Demons of inestimable variety and unable to be permanently killed, on this plane at least; as well as the former living animated by and only returned to death by magick-vampyres, were-beasts, and so on. You have met your share of these, I take it! .
Grimly Carmine nodded, remembering many frightful experiences with the beasts, and the loss of many-too many-friends. Only magick implements, of which she, being human in spite of her 'curse', was woefully deficient in their utilization, could 'kill' an Undead monster.
Well, it was explained to me that there might be multiple 'universes', whatever and however that can be, that collided or came together and mixed some or all the inhabitants. The event caused changes in each universe, but left many of the physical rules, those that apparently overlapped the universes, unchanged. So we had men disappear in our universe, but things like gravity, love lust Those were probably universal forces in all the melding universes, so they remained. Magick is that 'force' that exists in all universes, probably connects between universes, and exists in the same form in all universes. Thus the only force in our universe that did not diminish, actually grew bigger, has been magick.
All of our 'visitors', though they are not actually 'visitors', for I believe this place we're in now is just a melting pot of numerous other, collided universes, are all quite proficient in magick. So are many humans, though they had to teach themselves much more of the arts than the non-humans.
I am sure that you, in your many travels, have noticed how pervasive, how important magick is in the running of this 'place'? Well I realized, even before this- . she waved her arms around the room, present universe came about, that magick had certain-characteristics-about it. I soon realized that the single most influential characteristic in magick is-sex. .
Carmine gawked at the Goddess as she demurely, and with infinite subtly and salacity, slipped her nearly transparent gown off her shoulders. As it softly and silently settled upon the floor around the teenager's ankles, Carmine heard a loud, shuddering hiss fill the room.
It was her, inhaling from the sight of the most beautiful, desirable, bewitching figure she had ever been blessed to view.
The Goddess just stood there, divinely and stark naked, thighs spread, hands on flaring, firm hips. Do you believe me? . she asked softly, sweetly, deliciously.
Carmine moaned, feeling her curse explode into rampant heat between her own legs. It was all she could do not to pounce on the delightful little teenage girl's body and, Goddess or not, loose herself in its smooth, pink, wet and oh so smooth charms.
Instantly, though, that little part of her mind still functioning outside of a torrid, pink clouded sex haze forced her to glance at the Amazon. She was not gawking at her mistress, drooling at both ends and ready to sexually pounce She was steadily staring at Carmine, not frowning, no show of anger Just carefully watching the Assassin's every move.
She quickly realized that she was being tested by the Goddess-to see if her 'curse' could be controlled by ardor? Realizing that the display was aimed solely at her, Carmine started to force her lust down to normal-to get back her self-control. It took her some time.
Sappho stepped forward, satisfied with Carmine's response to her strip-untease. I think you recognize that sex-or more precisely, lust, need, wanton desire-is the universal driving force, if you will, to magick, either black, white, or gray. .
Carmine continued to gawk as Sappho's firm, perfect suck cones jiggled as she stepped. Jiggled, bounced, quivered with each step in a oh so tight snap, like too firm jello. What the Paladin/Assassin would give that moment to suckle on those divine baby feeders!
There is no magick without some sexual response, or need, or act. Even a virgin Mage has desires, needs, even temptations that accompany her spell casting! Just because she may loose her virginity does not mean she cannot be a Mage! Just a different one, with different spells and magick under her control!
I believe, as a matter of fact, that your 'curse' involved a very intense sexual um relationship .
Anger briefly flared in Carmine's mind with the mention of her curse and the bitch that cursed her! Memories flashed through her mind, visions of a witch, a beautiful witch dropping a clinging, long black dress:
Carmine was in her second year of school, her first living on campus. She was oh so excited with life, with exploring life. And sex was one of those exciting new ways of life she wanted to explore-deeply.
She was still a virgin, though she had plans and had lined up two boyfriends either of whom, she was certain, would be more than willing to introduce her to womanhood.
When she was good and ready.
Which she sure felt was now!
Only sex was not reserved for boys alone
There were many lesbian groups and organizations, both brazenly open and excitedly underground, on campus. There were many interesting, thoughtful, intelligent, and, yes, sexy girls. And there were so many that were also interested in bringing her into womynhood!
And then there was Morganna
She was laying on a big, sumptuous bed. The room was dark, she vaguely remembered, thick with incense smoke and-something else. At the time she thought it the smell of-women in heat.
She was naked: hot, sweaty, thrashing with need-naked. She was not alone, either, for hands, young, feminine hands, were roaming over her thrashing body. At least two very naked girls were with her, one on each side, laying on her own arms, holding her down with their wondrously wicked stroking and groping hands.
But she wasn't watching them. At the foot of the bed stood Morganna. She had just pulled down and off her 'Adams' Family' form clinging dress and now stood naked before her 'guests'. She was impressive: tall with creamy-pale skin, long black hair, pendulous pear shaped boobs, narrow waist, wide, womanly hips, thick hairy pubic patch between long, slim thighs. She leered at Carmine like a female lion about to pounce upon another conquest.
She dimly remembered meeting her after a routine meeting of one of the more politically oriented, and less sexually leaning, student girl's groups. She had been introduced to Morganna in the darkened parking lot by the two naked girls now holding her down
She could only remember seeing the impressive woman step up to them, her eyes locked on Carmine's. That's all she could remember till now
Morganna's leer never left her gaze as she bent over to step into a belted apparatus, and then draw the belt up around her broad hips. You are still a virgin, are you not, my child? . Morganna asked in a deep, dark, utterly sensuous voice that sent unwanted shudders up Carmine's spine as she tighten the straps around her hips.
Carmine could only nod as she felt fingers part and the probe between her elongated labia. She was so wet!
Then she saw in the dim light behind Morganna movement! Flickering lights, splaying upon a statue of a horned head, partly goat like, partly human
Then Morganna stood upright, hands on her flaring hips, belt stretched around those hips. And a monstrous dildo jutting out right over her pubic patch!
I will take care of that problem, my dear, right now! . Morganna triumphantly proclaimed.
She heard her jailers coo as all three girls gawked at the phallic monstrosity: Long, way longer than any cock she had ever seen, and thick! Had to be a foot long and as thick as her wrist!
NO Way!
With sudden panic driven strength she abruptly pulled her arms out from under the two girls, rolled backwards off the head of the bed, and stood, feeling cloth under her bare feet. Before anyone could react she reached down, grabbed some of the clothing scattered over the floor (one of which being her blouse, the other another girl's skirt), and bolted away. She saw the glint of light from a round, metallic object and, praying it was a doorknob, grabbed it.
The door led to stairs that went up to an alley behind the building. But before she got clear through the door she heard Morganna:
You might not appreciate what I am offering you, bitch! But before I am through with you, you will wish you laid back, threw your legs over your head, and begged me to make you a proper woman! .
Carmine looked back then and saw Morganna, still glaring at the retreating virgin, point to the middle of the bed. The girl formerly on her left eagerly took Carmine's vacated spot, threw her legs up over her ample chest and, reaching between her spread thighs to grab the long, fat dildo, began to pull it towards her offered up, and very wet, bald pussy.
As the still naked Carmine dashed up the stairs the hysterical screams of unnatural pleasure followed closely on her bare heals. In the alley the screams seemed to echo to the street as she quickly threw on her partially stolen clothes and, barefoot, made for home.
That night she slept fitfully, not knowing it was the curse taking effect. The next morning she saw (couldn't help it!) the consequences of the curse.
Her life was never the same.
Even before the collision of universes that occurred some years later.
Her train of memories was rudely broken when her wrists were suddenly bound, arms outstretched over her head. She looked around quickly, seeing the now smirking Amazon attaching what appeared to be cuffs of light around her ankles. They matched those holding her wrists.
Soon she was spread-eagled in the air, held by nothing.
How did this bitch get her daydreaming so easily?! Hypnotism? Black magick?
I am sorry, my dear, but this is necessary for the moment. They will not hurt you, and I will permit no one here to hurt you. Please try and relax yourself. This is necessary, however, for I have been told that your 'curse' is formidable to resist in females . The Goddess turned and walked back to her throne.
Now every eye gawked as those perfect buns ground together like perfectly fitted and oiled bearings as she strode.
And she knew it! If anything she exaggerated her hip tossing, enjoying the incessant, desperately hungry attention from mere mortals her grinding buttocks generated.
She knew what they wanted to do, just then! Wrap her asscheeks around their lapping faces!
Carmine heard the Amazon behind and to her left sigh most hungrily.
Sappho turned and sat down. She then spread her legs, wide-much wider than comfort dictated-to display the most delicious, pink, smooth, and wet teenaged pussy
In spite of her constant mental reminders of her condition, tied in place and unarmed, Carmine, too, caught herself helplessly lusting, drooling at such a display of teenaged pulchritude.
The Amazon whimpered.
Carmine suddenly was envious of Diana, recalling the Amazonian preference for 'tongue-fucking'.
Sappho seemed delighted by their response. She waited a good minute longer, letting them pant and sweat over her lesbian-magick enhanced beauty, before starting, Now, Carmine, for why you are here . She rose and strode forward, eyes fixed on Carmine's. Have you heard of the Sisterhood's Tournament of Womynly Talent? .
Carmine shook her head. Just having the Goddess so close was heating her up again. She knew her nipples jutted straight out though her tight shirt. Her shirt-where was her jacket?
There, on the floor.
She mentally kicked herself for being distracted so easily-and by a mere Goddess!
Sappho reached up towards Carmine's jutting, hard nippled chest. The Goddess' index finger lightly stroked an outline of a ring upon her shirt over the flesh immediately around Carmine's right pebbly hard nipple. Instantly the contact got the Assassin's undivided attention-quickly.
Incredible, torrid, agonizing bliss exploded from her heaving, swollen tit from just the touch of one Goddess finger! After three excruciating, unimaginably torrid circles Carmine's desperately gasping mouth was wide open, as were her eyes, and she was hoping from one manacled leg to the other like a little girl who had to pee.
The Goddess smiled sweetly and arrogantly and withdrew her finger. Immediately Carmine collapsed in her bindings, sweat pouring down her face, armpits, loins, breath coming in forced, rapid gasps. Part of her was immensely relieved, for she thought her heart would burst before the threatened inhuman tit orgasm broke. Another part was ready to scream in frustration-it would have been a wondrously pleasant way to die!
There, are you listening now! . the Goddess chuckled after her show of force.
All the sweating Carmine could do was nod, then look up at the beautiful teenaged Goddess with not a little pleading for release on her face.
The Goddess glanced down at the athletic protector-like codpiece under the crotch of Carmine's tights, watching amused as it jumped spastically. My dear, your 'curse', I am afraid, is quite aroused! As is the rest of you! Alas, it is my own curse in life to be so desirable, no? . She stopped right before the panting Carmine, hands on her hips, thighs wide apart.
Incredibly, achingly, naked.
Carmine's eyes pleaded now with her. Once her curse was aroused, if she couldn't find relief the pain would begin she would lose control lose her mind to the curse Please! . she croaked, her throat constricted. She could feel the telltale beginnings of the pain already-the curse wanted out! What do you want with me? .
Sappho's demeanor suddenly took a turn towards sympathy. I understand your difficulties. I do. So I will continue: You have heard of the Sisterhood. You may not know, however, what it is. I founded it, on the isle of Lesbos, as a means of governing, controlling if you will, the baser instincts of womankind. Since the universes collided (for want of a better explanation) the Sisterhood has kept the peace amongst all the various female creatures that found themselves mixed together on this plane.
And how have we kept the peace? I'll let you in on a little secret: magick! The Sisterhood is made up of womyn, like myself, who are the most adept at the Mystic and Magickal Arts. To join the Sisterhood one must be an expert in some aspect of Magick, preferably more than one. But I mentioned that sex is an important component of successful magick? Well it turns out that the energy released during Sapphic Love-what you call lesbian fucking-is the most pure and malleable of all the energies usable in Magick. That is why the Sisterhood rules this plane. We all all lesbians!
We are always looking for a few good womyn to join us. We are, after all, the only force keeping human women free and safe from the more-disgusting creatures on this plane. There are many, like the Dark Elves, Orcs, Undead Strap-on Packing Dykes, that would be ready, willing, and able to ravish and rape humanfolk into sexual slavery the instant the Sisterhood falters.
To enable recruitment, The Sisterhood, every 123 human years, offers a tournament-by invitation I am afraid, which is why you have not heard of it. This tournament was originally intended, and is still maintained to be, for human-like females to demonstrate their prowess as dykes. Lesbian conquest and seduction generate the greatest amount of energy for spell making. Simple rape is a little less efficient, but still functional. The Tournament allows prospective members to show their abilities as energy collectors. There is no major magick permitted, only localized, usually by touch only, magickal shells and brief erotic attacks within line of sight. The emphasis is seduction and rape skills.
To provide fodder for our contestants we-collect-females, usually schoolgirls from various communities. We find high schools and colleges a rich source of lesbian marks, but we also collect more-mature-women, like great warriors and heroines, to compete. Normally we host the Tournament during school break weeks. .
They are not invited? . Carmine interrupted, regaining some composure though her thighs and buttocks shuddered periodically from erotic aftershocks of the Goddess' attack.
Sappho considered the Assassin carefully a moment. No, they are drafted. They are able to compete, but they have no intrinsic knowledge of the Tournament or the rules. They do not win often. You are opposed to this? . She smiled, most dangerously.
Carmine took the luxury of thinking a short moment before answering, Uh, no. What do you do with them uh afterwards? .
Sappho smiled at the bound assassin's wisdom. She was in no position at the moment to object to anything. Those few that show-talent-in those areas the Tournament tests for can be taken under the wing, so to speak, of a Sister and groomed to eventually compete in the next Tourney. All members of the Sisterhood are capable of imposing immortality, if we desire. Most of the 'fodder' is returned to their origins, though changed .
You mean 'lesbianized'! .
The Goddess smiled. You have heard of the process? We're not all born lesbians, after all! Some must be educated to their calling. .
Sappho turned, displaying her magnificent eighteen year old buttocks to the again gawking Assassin. She could imagine Carmine's codpiece jumping all over the place as she flexed her full buns. Of course, . she added, looking at the towering and ass staring Amazon, if someone interests us, we can keep them as a pet .
Diana dropped her eyes in deep humiliation as her Mistress' smile broadened. But, . she added, looking back at Carmine, first her face, then her still jumping codpiece. But I am talking about your participation in the Tourney. .
How can I participate, . Carmine gasped back, the pain rising between her legs, her face grimacing. I I am not a lesbian. .
I understand fully, . the Goddess replied, looking with sympathy at the codpiece jutting inches further out than earlier. But I need someone special in this Tourney. And I believe you will fit the bill quite nicely. Of course, I think I shall want a demonstration of your 'curse' before I go on. You understand, of course! I have to be assured that your are right for this business. Besides, it must be hurting by now, no? .
Carmine nodded almost gratefully as she saw the Amazon slip behind her. Then large, powerful, but not insensitive hands seized her waistband of her tights and dramatically pulled them down below her knees!
And up flipped an arm thick cock, iron bar hard, in a long arc from between her wide spread thighs until it struck Carmine's chest, right between her rock hard nippled tits, with a loud, disgusting 'splat'. As it flew up it sprayed a foot long strand of inch thick precum that splattered across the Goddess, from her perfect right tit, then hanging from her dainty chin, to lay across her full, sensuous mouth and pointed little nose, to end between her almond shaped eyes.
Then two softball sized testicles, in a smooth, loose sack, dropped from out of nowhere to hang halfway to the Assassin's knees.
Carmine stared at the besmirched Goddess, watching her precum hang from divine chin, erect nipple, pointed nose. She expected to die at just that minute.
Only Sappho simply stuck her tongue out, caught part of the tacky worm of wadd that lay across her oh so kissable lips, and sucked most of the strand, like spaghetti, noisily into her mouth! MMMM! . she replied after swallowing, most delicious! .
She hesitated a moment. And what is that smell?! . she replied, eyeing the eighteen inch long prick jerking and drooling almost in her divine face. Is that your pheromones I have been told about? Is it true that your-testicle product-is addictive to mortals? .
Some, . Carmine hissed, feeling Diana's panting breath against her naked buttocks and low hanging eggs. Humans and especially elves . She chewed on her lower lip to not moan as Diana's pant heated her up something awful.
Soon her precum was a constant tacky stream of ropy gunk that extended unbroken to the floor.
I believe, now, the reports on you I have received! . Sappho replied, looking even more hungrily at her cocky display. Especially the addictive part I was human, you know . she added, then abruptly stopped. Her eyes glazed a moment and her already hard nipples suddenly exploded outward, nearly doubling in length in a split second.
Uh! . went the Goddess, briefly but loudly, as her hips jerked back once, violently. Carmine suddenly could see long, floppy, and soaking wet labia hanging low between divine thighs and a clit a good two inches long projecting through.
By the Cockless Gods! . she gasped in true awe. That 'curse' you have is special! .
Carmine could see drool running down the Goddess' chin. I am sorry, Goddess! I did not intend to .
The Goddess interrupted her, pointing at the gawking Amazon standing behind the heroically hung transsexual Assassin, Diana, milk her! Bring her off! I want to taste-no!-see how much-cum-she can shoot! Jack her off at once! .
Carmine looked down with wide and white eyes as a large pair of quite feminine hands reached around her hips. The hands tried to engulf her jumping joint, but they could hardly reach half way around the arm thick meat! But then they began milking, stroking, jerking, jacking her bone.
OOOOHHHH! . the Assassin moaned loud and gratefully as the Amazon built up jerking speed and pressed her beautiful face into the Paladin's deep asscrack. Her massive nuts began to bounce off the Amazon's chin and open mouth as Diana's hands turned into a blur.
For a long moment only the 'snik!', 'snik!', 'snik! . of precum greased hands sliding rapidly back and forth over flaring cock crown was heard in the room.
When Carmine opened her eyes again the Goddess stood right before her, eyes wide and fixed on the jerking, jerked off cock pissing precum and threatening to jump out of the Amazon's hands.
Sappho's pants were wild, and the insides of her spread thighs were wet, but not with sweat. Beat her! . she gasped, caught up in the addictive effects of the Assassin's magick magnified semen. Make her cum! You Amazons were always cockhounds! Show me you remember when there were men you could milk! .
Carmine, for some reason not clear to her at the moment, desperately tried NOT to cum! Was her Curse that powerful that it could affect even the Divine?! What if she came? Would the Goddess be able to defeat her Curse's magick, then? Instinctively she felt that her fate would be sealed, that this incredible, dangerous Goddess would never let her go, once she unloaded.
Sappho seemed to read her mind. She reached out and cupped Carmine's swollen, heavy, low hanging cum-makers and began fondling them. Here, . she huskily added, smiling into the Assassin's sweaty, pleasure distorted face, let me help! .
Then the Paladin warbled moan rose loudly in the room as the awesome pleasure began, but this time in her nuts! Insufferably pleasant, almost intolerably painful, her balls boiled and swelled and her smooth scrotal sac began tightening up. Precum literally pissed continuously out her dilated hole, drenching the Goddess' already sweat and pussy juice wet loins with potent, smelly, magickal ball-juice.
That damn Amazon had a grip on her! Those hands were incredible, holding her powerfully and possessively, using foot long strokes to relentlessly pull her load up from her overheated nuts, twisting her hands around the Assassin's maximally swollen glans at the top of each long, tight, quick stroke.
She couldn't resist much longer!
Then Sappho gripped a softball sized nut in each hand and, ordering her Amazon sex-slave to goose the Assassin, sank her claws furiously into Carmine's stuffed balls! Immediately Diana began to lovingly lap down Carmine's asshole with her red hot tongue, soaking her crack and hole in copious, hot, slick saliva.
Cock jacked, tongue up her ass, balls divinely milked!
That did it!
Without further warning Carmine gave up the fight. With a shriek she erupted, her spewing cock nearly breaking free from the jacking hands of the Amazon. She closed her eyes in almost fatal bliss and came, came, came! Spewing foot long strands of colloidal gunk, all she heard was the 'splat!' of her spurts smashing against the Goddess' magnificent body, shooting directly into her open mouth, covering her divine face, hanging in great wormy sheets down from her swollen tits over her heaving, flat teenage belly and bald loins!
Carmine had no idea how long she erupted. She had never experienced such an incredible orgasm. She could only strain outward, gushing with each powerful stroke of Amazon jacking hands, whimpering and jerking as the Goddess' testicle grip replaced each spew with more wadd from her bottomless balls.
Carmine had always had a problem with-cuming. Once she had been cursed, equipped now with a eighteen inch (or more) long, belly busting five inch (or more) wide cock connected to a pair of nuts that could literally supply cum in bucket loads 24/7, if she really let go she could kill mere mortal women!
Furthermore, just to add to her 'curse' (or make such sexual equipment a curse after all!), she quickly found that the pheromones seemingly endlessly being discharged around her massive nuts were a terribly effective aphrodisiac! Girls, and their mothers, just by sitting near her, getting just one unconscious, unintended whiff of her musk, would get obsessed with sex: hard nipples, wet cunts, quivering buttocks, drooling over the chance to swallow a mouthful of testicle pudding! Even if they didn't know what she was packing between her long, strong thighs!
And if she ever unloaded into a human (or elf) female! One mouthful was more than enough to send females (especially elves but also humans to a lesser degree) into horrible heat. Her cum was addictive as hell! A bellyful would enslave a woman to a life in service to her 'curse'. A mouthful swallowed would make a cocksucking 'pen pal' for life!
Seconds after taking in her cum, especially orally or anally, a woman was hooked. And if she fucked her afterward, again especially anally, the woman would cum herself so hard and fast and unstoppably that she'd, at the least, go insane if not die of asphyxia from not being able to breathe from the orgasms!
Which is why she was such a good Assassin. One good smell of her balls and no female could deny her! One good fuck then, in either opening, would destroy her victim's mind, at the least!
And just because she wanted a man to be the first to penetrate her! Morganna was such a dyke-bitch!
But, until the change had occurred and she had become a sex Assassin/Paladin (The only occupation she could hope to be-effective at, what with her 'curse' subject to instant and repeated appearances in a new universe solely occupied by sex magick accentuated pussy!), she was one sexy monster!
Her first 24 hours as a transsexual found her fucking every member of her lesbian sorority. She couldn't help it! Seeing all that young pussy and tit and ass around her, all familiarly and innocently naked, set her curse off! And that Bitch Morganna had made sure to design her 'curse' so that once she was erect, heated up, she couldn't stop as long as there was unfucked puss around! And fucking that pussy had proved to be ridiculously easy! Not a single devoted lesbian could resist her once they got a good look, and smell, of her 'curse'!
At first she thought that by just staying away from lush, naked females, she could, so to speak, avoid temptation. She soon realized, however, that her balls needed routine and timely emptying or the most terrible pain between her legs would punish her. She could hardly go 48 hours without fresh pussy!
At first, fortunately, her sorority sisters were quite willing to get on their knees and take care of her! They would be waiting in line, in fact, outside her door every morning and evening!
But somehow Carmine knew that, sooner or later, they would not be enough. Fresh females would become a constant necessity
With wild shudders Carmine's orgasm finally began to subside. Diana's hands still stroked her, but the Goddess' nut grip had been removed and the wild pulses had subsided. After a few more shuddering moments, Carmine finally opened her eyes.
The Goddess was still standing before her, but now she looked more like a statue covered in thick, coiled strands of coagulated cream! She stared, empty eyed, straight ahead, her long, red tongue lashing out to collect all of Carmine's 'cream' from around her lower face.
For a further moment Sappho just stared into the universe, lapping up cum from her chin, before jerking suddenly and violently. She began using her hands to scoop up the hanging, drooling cum from her perfect teenaged body.
And shoveling it into her mouth! By the time Diana pulled her tongue out of Carmine's asshole and, crawling around, joined her mistress in lapping the Goddess clean, Carmine was almost calmed.
She couldn't believe what she was seeing! She certainly had seen it before! Usually with elves and other magick-utilizing females, and not a few human females, too, she had seen this very reaction to ingesting her cum! But a Goddess?! Suddenly she began to dare to think that there was hope for her
For further long, lazy moments the Amazon tongue bathed her mistress, licking up and noisily swallowing all the tacky, stringy wadd from the Goddess' heavenly form. Then, with most of the load lapped up, Sappho appeared to suddenly come to her senses, breaking out of Carmine's 'cursed' cum induced trance. She looked directly into Carmine's eyes, but now with a big, happy smile.
Now Carmine wasn't concerned. She was on old, solid ground now. She had seen this so many times before
Magnificent! . Sappho exclaimed, beaming. I have never tasted such delicious-bodily fluids-cum! . She gawked down, most hungrily, at Carmine's still furiously erect 'curse'.
Carmine had also seen that look before! Her confidence building, she took the initiative before Sappho could regain control of her feminine needs her 'cursed' semen raised. Trying desperately not to grin, she asked, as acquiescently as she could manage, Would you like some more? .
Sappho jerked her head up quickly, looking at the manacled Assassin suspiciously. I understand it is quite addictive, as well as psychoactive! . She then looked back down at the jumping cock under her heaving teen jugs and, gnawing on her lower lip, sighed, Now I believe the reports! .
Carmine added quickly, You can have more, if you desire! I am willing to-perform-for you as long as you wish, just release me from these uncomfortable bonds! How can I, who is not even immortal, escape or harm you? . She flexed her meat, so the glans loudly slapped against the underside of the Goddess' right boob. When it dropped it stayed connected to the boob via a long, coiled strand of precum slipping out the piss slit.
Suddenly, as another long worm of precum began drooling out of her again jerking cock, Diana gave out an animal-like growl. Leaning forward in a rush, eyes and mouth wide open, she engulfed the Assassin's fist sized cockhead in one gulp.
Immediately she began nursing most ravenously on it.
Carmine winced from the tight, hot, wet heat of the cocksucker's mouth. While this was certainly not the first time she had experienced this reaction from a female, this was not the time. Especially when she was dealing with a creature as powerful as a Goddess. And certainly not while bound!
See?! I-I-can't help it if women OOOOOH . she managed to gasp before her mouth dropped open and a moan of outrageous bliss escaped.
Sappho angrily glared down at her cocksucking Amazon. Yanking violently on the hair of the head bobbing Diana, she hauled the cock filled head off Carmine's womanfeeder with a vivid, syrupy pop. Following with a vicious slap across the taller woman's face, she sent the Amazon flying across the floor.
Turning back to the bound Assassin, her anger faded at once. Sorry, it was not my intent to have my slaves tease you! .
What is your intent? . Carmine came back coyly, flexing her now furiously drooling cock before a suddenly enthralled Goddess face.
And Sappho immediately did become enthralled! Her eyes slavishly followed every bob of that cursed cock!
Let me fuck you! . Carmine whispered, watching her quarry gawk at her magickally enhanced demonic cock. Have you ever-accepted-eighteen inches of human cock? How about more . Carmine closed her eyes and concentrated a moment, reciting one of the few spells she had learned, and her cock expanded!
She clearly heard the gasp from the Goddess when she reached eighteen inches by six wide!
By the cockless Gods, you tempt me! . The cock entranced Sappho gasped, licking drool from her lips. So big! . she whispered to herself.
The Goddess acted just as countless other teenagers and women had done back in Carmine's school days: Right before she fucked them near unconscious!
Release me, my Goddess, and I will love you like no other can! This is no demonic organ, cold, hard and brutal, designed for rape! You know the celebrity of human cock, its smooth surface its delicious taste its warmth far, far inside you its capacity for pleasure, deep belly penetration pleasure! . Carmine went on. You have nothing to fear! I cannot harm you! No one will know! Let me bargain with you: Release me and I will please you like I have no other womyn, as long as you desire! .
The Goddess' thighs were quivering! I am a lesbian! A member of the Sisterhood! We do not need men .
I am not a man! . Carmine replied, thrusting out her impressive suck sacks as 'proof'. But don't I have what you-need-right now? .
Eyes fixated on the titanic cock pole waving in her rapt race, We I don't nee cocks! . Pussy juice dripped down between her spread thighs.
Release me and I will show you what you do not need! Where can I go? How can I escape you? Let me service you! I am, thanks to your beauty, more than ready! .
Suddenly Sappho turned to Diana and pointed to the door. Get out! .
But my Mistress! . Diana complained hoarsely, looking back and forth between her Mistress and Carmine's cock.
Out, bitch! . Sappho screeched like a spoiled teenager.
Downcast, the Amazon obeyed.
As soon as the door closed Sappho was on Carmine, freeing her bonds, eager, hopeful eyes fixed on the Assassin's.
Just like a cock hungry teenager.
Carmine waited until the obsessed teenybopper freed her two arms and had bent over to release her ankles before taking her drooling cock in hand and
Running the slimy head all over the bent over Goddess' face!
And Sappho took it! Moaning and whimpering as the Assassin painted her face with precum, Sappho began to lick and lap at Carmine's glans as she freed the Assassin's feet. No sooner than that task done, the Goddess rose onto tip toes to offer her lips to the Assassin.
Carmine took the bait, wrapping her arms around the teenaged Goddess, she pressed her lips to Sappho's in a torrid, breath stealing lesbo-kiss. Tongues battling, breaths exchanged from one set of scented nostrils to the other, the two females kiss-battled.
Carmine felt the Goddess' hands wrap around her jerking meat, pressing her cockhead between her full, firm tits. In response, still tongue-fighting, the Assassin reached around and down Sappho's back to sink her claws into the perfect teenage buns of the divine lesbian.
Both moaned as Carmine's cock belched waves of precum out the top of Sappho's cleavage while the Goddess, suddenly winning the battle of the frenching tongues, sent her impressively long lingus into Carmine's mouth and then down her throat!
Gagging and moaning, Carmine ground the Goddess' hips, using her ass clench, against her boiling balls, soaking her nuts with Sappho's pussy juice, until the throat fucking Goddess' hips began jerking in orgasm from Carmine's demonically big balls rolling across Sappho's erect clit.
When the jerking, gasping, whining Goddess finally withdrew her foot long tongue from the Assassin's throat, Carmine, with surprising ease, pressed Sappho backward, down upon her back to the floor. They settled on some conveniently placed pillows.
Sappho was furiously milking Carmine's cock, sending precum all over the two of them and the pillows around. Breaking their long, torrid kiss, Carmine smiled down at the agitated, thrashing teenage Goddess' anguished face. With a calming coo to Sappho's face, she calmly slipped her hand between the Goddess' spread thighs
And drove three fingers to the last knuckle right into her drenched, tight young pussy!
Sappho initially howled most unladylike at the abrupt penetration, then grew silent and opened her eyes. Then she too cooed, wide eyed and beaming.
Carmine took her coo as an invitation to advance her assault so she took up a vigorous fingerfuck, driving three stiff fingers in and out of divine pussy until the obscene sucking and plopping sounds seemed to echo off the walls. The Goddess renewed her two handed jackoff and, for a moment, the room filled with the sloppy sounds of pussy stuffing and prick milking.
Soon, however, the Goddess' most effective cock stroking forced Carmine to act. Fearful of premature spewgasm, the Assassin withdrew her dripping hands and climbed between the wide spread thighs of the Goddess. Grabbing Sappho behind the knees, she raised her legs and pressed the Goddess' knees into the pillows alongside her up thrust, furiously heaving tits.
Then, with a curt, Put me in! ., the Assassin climbed into Sappho's pro-offered saddle.
Wide eyed, panting loudly and rapidly, the teenaged Goddess directed Carmine's drooling cockhead into her blatantly offered up pussy. Bulling aside the floppy, soaked labia, the Assassin waited only long enough for her 'victim' to press her glans into the correct opening.
Then she thrust-mightily. The precum and pussy juice soaked cock slid greasily through the clutching hands of the Goddess, through her widely splayed labia, and into her still tight pussy with a loud, sloppy 'pop'!
And Sappho howled as more and more shaft followed the glans into her belly!
Carmine thought the Goddess didn't sound much different than hundreds of other female 'victims' she had impaled before! Only this was one of the very few females who were immortal!
From long practice Carmine sank home, not stopping, in spite of Sappho's ever more hysterical wailing, until her cockhead smashed against the formerly untouched cervix of the lesbian Goddess. Looking down between their two pairs of sweaty, swollen, hard nippled tits, Carmine smiled when she saw the familiar bulge appear in Sappho's normally flat belly just below her deep, dark navel.
It was her womb, pushed up and away to make room for Assassin cock!
Not used to letting her 'victims' off the penile hook, Carmine pulled back, withdrawing a good foot of arm thick cock from Goddess fucktube. Stopping a count, she looked at the Goddess pinned beneath her.
Sappho shook her head in seeming terror, her beautiful teen face scared with apparent fear of what would happen next. Yet, she was doing nothing to stop her assault. Carmine was certain the Goddess could stop her, hell, destroy her probably, with the wrinkle of her nose or snap of her finger!
She obviously wanted Carmine to continue!
The Assassin merely smirked, and thrust back.
Hard.
The Goddess' howls renewed when Carmine smashed again into her womb. And again. And again.
Carmine began fucking the shit out of the Goddess, pounding away in over foot long strokes, over and over and over.
The Goddess' belly swelled with each hard, powerful drive. Her belly bulge shook like Jello as the Assassin plowed her. Other than shaking her head, and howling like a banshee, she did nothing to interfere with Carmine's fucking of her.
Once the inevitable orgasms seized her, Carmine knew from long experience, Sappho wouldn't care about being raped or enjoying a huge cock, or anything else. At least, that had been Carmine's experience with other immortals, demons and the like, once they found themselves under her. These creatures just loved deep belly stuffing too much!
Eventually her 'curse' broke them all, once she had managed to mount them properly. The problem, of course, was getting on top of one long enough to fuck them!
But she was now atop the Goddess, so within a dozen belly stuffing plunges Sappho joined the hundreds of others before her in endless, resolute, machine-gun orgasms.
Mind numbing orgasms that were relentless, incessant, merciless.
Carmine's huge balls bounced off Sappho's upturned, rotund buns, filling the room with sound reminiscent of spanking a wet, fat ass.
Sappho's howls degenerated into gurgles and yelps as the orgasms left room for nothing else.
Carmine smoothly stroked the helpless divinity beneath her, smoothly stroking orgasm after breath stealing orgasm. She could do this forever. Once she started fucking a warm, wet pussy, her 'curse' was tireless.
If she wanted she could fuck a woman until she couldn't breathe from the orgasms.
And no mortal female could stop her (As if she would want to!) once she started her fuck.
But Carmine suddenly realized, after a good twenty minutes of smooth, outrageous fucking, that she didn't have a mere mortal pussy under her!
Sappho acted as expected of a teenager caught under a 'cursed' Assassin, for a good twenty minutes. She squealed and thrashed and came, came, came. But then, from out of nowhere, her pussy suddenly clamped down on Carmine's plowing meat.
She stopped the Assassin's plunging cock-dagger in its tracks!
Carmine now howled, her meat almost swallowed into Sappho's belly, buried in the most exquisite heated velvet glove, squeezing, milking, demanding
No sooner than Carmine's howl die away then she felt the Goddess' claws sink into her swollen, full nuts and
She was cuming! Cuming! Cuming! Cuming!
Now it was the Assassin's turn to thrash, wail, squirm as her nearly buried cock dutifully spewed buckets of wormy wadd into the Goddess' bottomless womb. And the Goddess, still thrashing and head tossing in utmost bliss, kept the Assassin spewing by milking her balls mercilessly!
Who knows how many-hours-the two females orgasmed together. It was truly a heroic fuck.
An Olympian intercourse!
But all great events cum to an end.
Balls are released.
Tops collapse upon raised leg bottoms.
Goddess' finally realized that they are Goddess' and not fuck happy teenaged bimbos!
Carmine, panting wildly, rolled off the sweat and cum covered Sappho. Her long, semi-erect 'curse' hung over her wide hip, drooling left over wadd onto the floor. She couldn't open her eyes, couldn't move just pant wildly.
The Goddess lay, most unGoddesslike, where she had been fucked: legs up, knees alongside her heaving boobs, nipples and clit furiously erect, pussy opening and closing like a fish's mouth from her own raging gasps.
Some time later, when both had calmed their breathing, Carmine suddenly opened her eyes. She opened them when a pair of dainty, but furiously strong, hands seized her snakelike cock. The hands hauled the semi-hard cock across her, leaving a long, tacky trail of left over cum across her belly, towards the teenaged Goddess now sitting, lotus like, alongside her.
Carmine suddenly feared the Goddess' retribution, seeing how the divinity no longer seemed under the influence of her 'curse'. But then she relaxed when Sappho raised the Assassin's long, meaty cock to her lips and fervently kissed the gooey tip. She spent a long moment licking and sucking on the tip, drawing out the remaining testicle-pudding, before gently laying the cock down upon its owner's stomach.
You were magnificent, . Sappho softly said, looking into Carmine's eyes with true affection. You have certainly proven yourself worthy of the task I have planned for you! .
You mean that this was planned! .
Sappho laughed musically. Of course! I am a Goddess, after all! I admit, your 'curse' certainly has its effects upon me! And you are oh so wicked when you are-aroused! . She petted the cock laying across the Assassin's belly. Petted! But I could have stopped you at any time . She hesitated. Well, to tell the truth, there was that one part, when you rubbed that cock all over my face, I thought I might not be able to resist Well, no matter! .
She jumped up, then offered her hand to the Assassin. Carmine rose and stood there, shocked, when the Goddess bent over and kissed first each of her still swollen balls, then the tip of her drooping cock!
Raising, she walked to the hanging cord next to her throne. Pulling it twice, she spoke, As for why you are here. I was talking about our Tourney. If you recall, it was originally for human-like females. That definition is quite broad, including all mortals that resemble humans, including Orcs, Elves, and the sort. However, demonic creatures are specifically forbidden due to their ability to manipulate magick and their immortality. But I have detected . She suddenly hesitated.
One of my Sisters is apparently cheating. We all have our favorites entered that we hope will win and qualify for entry into the Sisterhood. The more favorites you get into the organization, the more political support you have. All organizations are political-even, or especially, lesbian ones!
Well she recruited two demons, succubi to be exact, to enter the tourney. They cannot win, but they can corrupt the favorites of the other members so that only her favorites can win. I managed to intercept and capture one of the succubi, but the other gained access .
Suddenly the door behind her throne slid open. Ah, here she is. . Sappho said, pointing to the open door. Carmine, may I introduce Morrigan, the Succubus! .
Carmine's eyes opened wide when she saw the demon. It had been a long time since she had faced her last denizen of the undead regions, but this one certainly looked different than she remembered! A good six foot tall, which was typical for a demon, but this one was beautiful, frightening beautiful in a quite unearthly way. Purple, skin tight tights (Or was that her skin?) with bat images impressed on her long, smooth, lickable legs and voluptuously wide hips, completely outlined by more skin tight cloth. Though the bulging sex mound in front of those hips projected a large clit and low hanging labia could be clearly seen outlined by the material between the demon's legs. A firm, rotund, jutting bubble butt, one to die for just to have it wrapped around your face, projected behind her. Inhumanly narrow waist, washboard stomach, big, almost too big, perfectly conical melons with big, puffy swollen nipples. A chiseled face with piercing, hypnotic red eyes, long, pointed, elf-like ears, and two small, but blatant horns atop her forehead.
And wings, big, dark, leathery but soft, bat wings!
Those eyes! One glance and Carmine's gaze was fixed by them!
She gave the gawking Assassin a sultry pout, red eye blazing.
Carmine shuddered and began panting, helplessly feeling her face flush, her nipples harden. Then the Assassin gasped raggedly.
Morrigan added a little arrogant smile when she saw Carmine's nearly deflated cock explode into furious erection before her very eyes!
Precum began pissing out the slit while Carmine's refilled nuts dropped nearly to her knees.
The pain was instantly, horribly, agonizingly back!
Stop that! . suddenly filled the room.
With a start Carmine staggered back, cock swaying stiffly. Shaking her head groggily, she looked over at the Goddess.
That had been her voice that had filled the room like a giant's, cutting through the Succubus' aura like a knife! She suddenly realized how-charmed-she had been in getting away with fucking this 'little girl'!
Sappho strode up to the frowning Morrigan. She was dwarfed by the demon, yet there was no doubt as to who held real power in that room! You will not harm her with your cheap sex-magick tricks! I have promised her! Do you understand the consequences of displeasing me?! .
Morrigan winced, then nodded.
Carmine was totally awed. But she was also aroused, horribly aroused, again. Her balls ached with need need to unload into nice, tight, hot, wet, female belly!
The Goddess had turned to face Carmine. I should have warned you. Succubi are not very dangerous, except in seducing the unwary or weak. Physically they look impressive, but it is just for show. It's their sex magick! Just as strong as your own, even stronger for they can project their attacks without having to cum on-or even touch-their victim. But if you let her get to you, get you in need of her, she'll enslave you! She is quite cruel and merciless, I assure you! Do not trust a demon, ever! However, if you are prepared for their sexual aura and forced seduction attack, you can usually overpower them. Then .
She turned back to the more-temperate Morrigan. Then they can be most entertaining in bed! . She smirked at the frown that appeared on Morrigan's face. They don't like it! Don't like being sex toys for the powerful, certainly! But they learn to love their fate if you are firm with them! .
Carmine swore the Succubus' face flushed!
Sappho had turned back to her. Her partner is named Lilith. They are essentially identical. You must stop Lilith! .
H how? . Carmine croaked, her throat horribly dry and constricted from Morrigan's lust attack.
Sappho's eye lids rose. How? Why, fuck them of course! .
Fuck that! . the Assassin squeaked. Look what she did to me by just looking at me! . she pointed to her fully erect cock pissing precum all over the floor. She then cradled her low hanging, horribly swollen balls. They felt so hot! I gotta cum again! They hurt like I haven't cum in a week! .
Blue balls, eh? . Sappho replied. Very well, fuck Morrigan then! I've had a magick and physical field damper spell on her, but I'll take it away! .
What?! .
With a snap of her fingers Sappho walked away. Morrigan is free now, within this room! . She suddenly turned to the surprised demon. Let's make this interesting! Morrigan, if you fuck Carmine til she cums, I'll set you free! I'll just keep her for my pet-for awhile! .
She then turned to a totally shocked Carmine. My dear, I think I'll give you an incentive, also! . She pointed to the wall to Carmine's right. I think you might know this person! .
Carmine took a moment to look. The wall became transparent and showed a apparatus not unlike what she had been shackled to not long before. In it was a woman, spread-eagled, with long, straight black hair, nicely sized, pear shaped boobs, wide, pale hips, full bubble butt, black thatched pubic hair
Morganna! . Carmine suddenly growled with all the hatred in the world.
Morganna then looked over at Carmine and the look of total horror she gave rewarded the Assassin immensely.
Yes! . the Goddess answered with a little girl chuckle. The witch, or is it bitch?, that cursed you! What would you give to have her in your hands for an evening? Or an eternity? .
Carmine ground her teeth together, visualizing all the-holes-she could stuff her prick into with that woman under her!
I am afraid she cannot reverse your curse, my dear. I don't believe anyone can. But I especially collected her-for you! .
Carmine looked at the smiling Goddess. You mean if I .
She nodded. You intercept Lilith and prevent her from interfering with the Tourney results, and, among other rewards . She slipped her hand between her own legs and gently stroked her wet, pink puss. I will give Morganna to you to do as you wish, for as long as you wish . She turned to Morganna. Or as long as she can take that prodigious weapon of yours! .
Then she turned back to the Assassin. But first, before any other task, you must survive and defeat Morrigan .
Carmine quickly looked back at the demon, and her jaw dropped. Morrigan was naked-increadibly naked! All the Assassin could feel was this naked demon was the most beautiful, lust provoking thing she had ever seen. Even though she constantly reminded herself that her emotional reaction was created by the demon's magick, she couldn't help herself feeling that Morrigan was more desirable than even the Goddess. Carmine's curse began jumping.
Morrigan smirked, seeing the human's reaction to her natural (for a succubus) sexual aura. This human freak will be easy!
Sappho spoke up. Oh, Morrigan, didn't I say you had to 'fuck' Carmine? Just sucking her dry, of which you are justifiably famous as a cocksucker, doesn't qualify! .
Morrigan, not loosing her smirk, gave a glance at the Goddess. Then her smile broadened.
And Carmine gasped again. There was something-growing-out of the demon's loins! It was a cock! No! A huge, long clit.
The demon was enlarging her clit to-obscene dimensions! Longer and longer it grew, getting wickedly wider as it did so! Soon it extended over a foot from her loins and as thick as the demon's wrist!
A good fourteen inches, I'd guess, . Sappho estimated. Not as big as you, Carmine, but enough! .
Enough? . Carmine hesitated to ask.
To fuck you good! . Morrigan answered with a deep, husky, intensely hot voice. She started stroking her clit like a cock, and Carmine could help but notice that the demon's large hand couldn't get more than half way around the shaft!
Fuck me? . Carmine replied, staring at the huge clit. I've no pussy . she thoughtlessly started to reply, but immediately shut up, and her asshole clenched, with the realization
You have a tight, unused rosebud for me to use, don't you, my pretty? . said the grinning Succubus, advancing with an exaggerated hip sway, making her prodigious clit swing stiffly before her. You're just going to love taking my human sticker up your virgin butt! . Then she charged.
NO! . squealed the unprepared Assassin as the demon bowled into her, driving the both of them upon the cushions. There they wrestled; face to face; big, firm demon tits pressing against, crushing, smaller, inferior woman boobs; hard, flat, Succubus belly trapping huge, drooling, throbbing cock against heaving, soft, woman belly; long, rigid, fat demon clit sliding dangerously up between sweaty, sensitive, deep, dark bulging bun asscrack.
Carmine's cock reached up between their pressed together boobs. There the demon's tits entrapped the cockhead and the most deliciously torrid sensations washed right down her cockshaft and into her. Suddenly she was enveloped in wet heat, velvet like, everywhere her flesh touched Morrigan's. It stole her breath, paralyzing her resistance. It threatened to rob her of her will to win.
Legs intertwined, hot, smooth, wet thigh flesh rubbing together, building the heat within both their bodies. They ground their lush chests against each other, flicking their rock hard nipples across the others. Morrigan's hands slid down to seize Carmine's jutting buns, sinking her talons into them, holding her in place as that inhuman woman-sticker slid wickedly up and down between her asscheeks.
Morrigan pressed her sultry red and wet lips against Carmine's panting mouth, trying to ensnare her into a will numbing lesbian soul kiss. Carmine turned aside at just the last minute, delaying the inevitable.
Carmine was in deep trouble. She felt the demon's lips trail down the side of her neck, nipping and sucking all the way. All she could do was shudder, panting loudly and barely able to suppress a torrid moan as her prick drooled copious precum over and between Morrigan's impressive tits. She knew the demon's defensive lust inducing aura was flooding her with submissive desires. In spite of that knowledge it was making her want to give up and enjoy submissively the Succubus' mounting of her!
For a long, perilous moment all she could think about was rolling on her back, throwing her legs up, spreading her virgin cheeks and beg-BEG-for Morrigan's big bad buttfuck pole up in her!
That is one nice piece of meat you have there, my pretty! . Morrigan whispered into her ear as they sex-wrestled. Too bad you're not going to be able to use it! .
Then, as Carmine stared into space, seized by the aura of the Succubi, Morrigan slid around to her back.
Carmine suddenly came out of her hypnotic trance when she felt a good two inches of wickedly wide clit slip into her clenched backdoor.
Her squeal at the goose just made Morrigan chuckle. You're too easy, my pretty! I wished you could make more of a fight of it! . Then she thrust, omnipotently sinking every inch of wrist thick clit into the now wailing Carmine's ass.
As the clit sank in Carmine's cock jerked mightily and a good foot long coil of cum shot out, arching through the air nearly to the wall.
Grinding her clit into Carmine's spreading guts, watching the Assassin grit her teeth to keep from cuming, Morrigan went to her ear again. You know, my pretty, I'd just bet I could fuck your ball empty, just like this! Would you like to try it? See how much you can take before you spew all over the room? Let's try! .
Morrigan then began to stroke, smoothly in and out, in omnipotent foot long drives.
And Carmine whined and then wailed after just a couple of pumps, her balls tightening dangerously, her cock swelling to huge proportions.
Morrigan began to roll the Paladin upon her belly, to better plow her into orgasmic submission.
Carmine now fought furiously, both with herself as well as the demon. She had to do something! She can't lose! She couldn't live with herself as a sex slave to either a succubus or a flaky Goddess! If she was rolled over, with her full, round butt offered up, so that damn demon could plow away, she wouldn't last a minute! Hell, she could barely hold back now! Do something!
Suddenly then, with desperation enhanced strength, her widely stretched anus clamped down on Morrigan's hammer at the end of its next plunge!
Morrigan gasped as the bowels of her victim suddenly seized her tight, burying her extended sex button in hot, clasping guts! And, try as she might, she couldn't pull back out! To her horror she found the human freak to be incredibly strong, especially the ring of muscle wrapped around the base of her now immobile clit!
She increased her aura, but only got a little moan from the butt clamped woman. Then, to her horror, the woman began to roll backwards!
With a little cry of triumph Carmine found, to her utter delight, that Morrigan wasn't nearly as physically strong as she looked! She was rolling Morrigan over upon her back!
Then, from upon her back atop the demon, holding the still huge clit in her stuffed ass, the bitch sat up on her lap! Twisting around upon the iron bar hard, upright clit, her throbbing, fully extended cock flinging long strands of precum across the room, she managed to face her attacker.
Now Carmine was smiling as a flustered Morrigan stared in awe at the eighteen inch cock drooling on her preternaturally exquisite chest.
Carmine grabbed her cock in a dwarfed hand and, stroking it a few times, hurled a series of long, tacky cum-strands into the demon's eyes and mouth, and all over her face. While the sputtering, squawking demon tried to wipe the sticky goo from her eyes and face, the Assassin quickly pulled up and off her still throbbing clit. Immediately dropping to her knees between Morrigan's carelessly spread thighs, she unerringly found the soaking wet, vividly pink and floppy lipped twat of the Succubus.
With a mighty thrust, and an ear splitting scream from the outraged demon, the Assassin buried her weapon completely into the demon's sodden pussy. Carmine closed her eyes in bliss a moment when Morrigan's inhumanly hot, wet, silky fucktube enveloped her massively erect cock.
Morrigan's jaw dropped and her eyes bulged as she looked up in real surprise at the all too pleasurable fullness from Carmine's demonically dimensioned cock buried within her. A massive bulge had formed in Morrigan's belly just below her navel.
Opening her eyes and seeing Morrigan's stuffed belly paralysis, Carmine immediately began pumping, fast and hard, in and out of the demon's sloppy, sucking belly tube. Hoping to overwhelm Morrigan with penetration pleasure before the demon could throw her off, she threw all she had into it. Within a few strokes she was plowing furiously into the thrashing Succubus, her tits heaving, her bulging buttocks clenched frenziedly.
But she needn't have worried.
Succubi were demons created of, for, and about sex. They existed to serve greater creatures than themselves either as sex toys or to perform quests in the humankin realm-always involving seduction and sexual activities. They are quite useless at anything else.
So, fill their bellies with a really big dick (Usually only found on higher ranking demons, or those, like Carmine, that are 'cursed'.) and they are usually overwhelmed and quite happy. They exist to be fucked by the more powerful, or to fuck over the weaker.
Such was the former case with Carmine. Once the Assassin had given the demon a good feel of eighteen inches of arm thick, very inhuman, cock in her always ready to perform twat, Morrigan knew her place. Within a half dozen hard, fast, belly piercing strokes Morrigan, howling her defeat, threw her legs up over her head and, grabbing Carmine by the hips, began helping her in properly plowing demon belly!
And Morrigan had the sweetest, most appreciative smile as Carmine's big balls bounced off of bountiful demon buns! For long moments the slap of oversized, overfilled testicle against firm, round, demonic butt globe filled the room. Morrigan had thoughts of letting the Paladin fuck herself off into the demon's oh-so-good-to-cum-in belly, but Carmine was way too experienced in fuck-breaking her partners to fall for that. In just a few more pumps Morrigan began to grunt, then whimper, then orgasm-massively.
Belly sucking in with each orgasm, the demon lost all pretense at competing and began helplessly exploding under the rhythmically fucking Assassin. Thrashing and writhing uncontrollably under her opponent, soon she was unable to stop cuming as long as Carmine continued to fuck.
And Carmine didn't look like she was about to stop soon!
But all good fucks must cum to an end, especially if the hostess wasn't getting any pleasure from the exercise, so, with Sappho's ahem . to her fucking contestants, Morrigan reached under her ball spanked red asscheeks and gripped Carmine's bouncing balls.
Carmine didn't know that demons had tails. It had never occurred to her that they might. She might have paid more attention to the protection of her bouncing ass if she had. For Succubi especially had them. Tails that could extend out of their bodies a good four feet. Tails that ended in structures that resembled cockheads. Demonically huge cockheads!
Well Carmine found out!
Just before Morrigan crushed Carmine's cum filled baby makers she extended her tail. She expanded it till the head was as wide as her wrist. Then the plunged it into a distracted Carmine's ass.
Then she sank her evil talons into those balls.
And Morrigan began howling, most sexily, as a firehose opened up in her cock stuffed belly. The cum was hot, thick, gooey, and endless! It seemed to shoot out at the speed of a bullet. Over and over. If she were not immortal, she feared for her life, the cum spewed into her with such awesome velocity.
Over and Over.
And, with the first mighty spurt, Carmine screamed and screamed again. She continued to scream, with each almost painful spew, screamed until she was hoarse. She would scream with each spew until her balls were empty. She would scream for a good hour.
At the end Carmine would collapse into a grateful Morrigan's arms and delightful chest. Drenched in sweat, panting wildly, nearly unconscious from her own orgasms, she would lie on the demon for many minutes, listening to the Succubus coo and titter to her in gratitude for her accomplishment.
She had won!
Sappho stood over them, clapping like a overexcited teenager. Magnificent! . she cried when Carmine finally looked up at her. You're hired! .
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