Ezreal fidgeted with his sleeves, glancing around at the club. It was a busy night, and Ezreal had been looking forward to his return to what he considered the best nightclub in the city for a long while - it was high class, but still sleazy enough that he could easily see himself picking up a woman. His most recent treasure hunting trip had been successful, and after selling some artifacts, Ezreal was more than able to fund his trip - wearing a white suit jacket atop a purple vest and purple dress shirt, coupled with a black tie and slacks, Ezreal looked like he was dressed to gamble.
Truthfully, though, the only test of luck was going to be how he fared with women; although he'd never actually been able to take one home, he had a feeling that tonight would be the night. As for right now, he was sitting at his own table, sipping his drink, trying to spot a woman on the dance floor that he wanted to pursue. There was... quite a selection, with several hundred people packed into the club - a woman with dark blue hair wearing a small red dress caught his attention momentarily, but he saw that she was grinding quite heavily on a slightly portly, but still somewhat muscular, black guy.
Any harder and they'd just be dry humping,he joked to himself. As he finished up his drink, it obscured his view - and when he set it back down, he realized that a man had approached his table. He was tall - too tall - and incredibly dark skinned. He was muscular, not obscenely so, but certainly built; he was wearing a black dress shirt tucked into his black slacks. It was a simple look, but effective. He was bald, and his head shone slightly in the dim nightclub lights.
"Mind if I take a seat here?" the man asked, his tone certainly suggesting he was asking for more than just to sit down.
"Uhhh... sure?" Ezreal told him, not wanting to be rude, but confused as to his intentions.
"Name's Jack," he said as he pulled a chair away and sat in it. "Got a bit of a... special interest. You mind if I buy you a drink?"
Is he trying to propose a job to me...? I just got back...
"I... guess, but I'm not gonna be here much longer," he told him, trying to prepare his exit. Jack was gone again in an instant, and in a bit over a minute, he sat back down with the drinks - this time taking the seat inside of the booth next to Ezreal. Jack wrapped his arm around Ezreal's shoulders as he sat the drink down in front of him, very smoothly transitioning into that move. Shocked, Ezreal pushed his arm away, scooting a bit further from him in the seat.
"Woah, man! I'm not - I'm into girls, man! Sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, but -" Jack laughed, a low chuckle.
"I think otherwise," he told him, staring him dead in the eye to let him know that he was serious. "But if you're serious about that, how about a challenge to prove it?" Still blushing and shocked, Ezreal realized that, mentally, he was trapped.
"I'm competitive - I can't turn down a challenge. Fine, shoot."
"Play along with me for the rest of the night. If you don't get turned on, I'll pay whatever your tab is by the end of the night. If youdoget turned on... you're my slave for the night."
"Make it my tab for aweek."
"Done."
"Challenge accepted, then."
Surprisingly, Jack didn't immediately play his hand - he relaxed quite a bit and backed off, and him and Ezreal sat and spoke for a good long while. He showed quite a bit of interest in Ezreal's expeditions, and as they spoke of his adventures, the drinks kept flowing. Still, the peace could only be maintained for so long, and eventually, a change of pace was in order.
"Let's head to the dance floor, Ez, maybe find some hotties to dance with," Jack mentioned. Inebriated and eager to try his luck, Ezreal agreed, and the two approached the floor. Amidst the mass of swirling bodies, he lost Jack, and he searched for a willing dance partner.
Minutes went by, but it seemed like every woman had a man; Ezreal decided to just chill out and vibe to the music, bobbing along to the beat, but that didn't last for long; he felt two strong, firm hands on his hips, and he was quickly pulled backwards. It felt like he landed up against a wall, and he turned to see Jack had pulled them together - and moreover, he felt a stiffness against the small of his back, slithering down to his butt. Slowly, it dawned on him that it wasJack's cockpressing up against him and... it washuge.
"Found one right here," the man whispered into his ear, one hand staying on Ezreal's ass with a firm grip as the other drifted to his stomach, Jack's hand gently drifting down towards his crotch.
He's... he's so much bigger than I am...Ezreal realized, watching with dread as a tent rose in his pants, his penis stiffening almost instinctually.And I lost. He beat me... he beat me...
"Is that what I think I see? Tell me," Jack whispered to him, hardly audible above the thumping music.
"It is..." he shamefully admitted.
"You're mine tonight," he growled.
"Wait! I just... saw a hot girl and..."
"No straight man would be that hard with a cock pressed into his back. Let's go." Ezreal tried to protest, but he knew it was helpless - he had lost fair and square. Jack gently pushed him towards the door, more guiding him than forcing him, and they made their way out to the parking lot. Once again, he wasn't forceful or rude - he already had what he wanted, he was just finishing the job. He lead him out to his car, a white sedan that looked sleek and stylish, and directed Ezreal to sit in the passenger seat. As he set down and turned the vehicle on, he shot Ezreal a glance, then pulled out of the parking lot.
"Let's get this straight, boy - you're mine tonight. Thankfully, I had a feeling I'd be getting some tail, so my apartment's ready." He was much less polite now that they were in private, his voice commanding and booming. "First of all, we're gonna go into my building and I'll lead you to my place. I will go inside. You will wait outside and strip down naked, then knock when you're done. Understood?"
"Yeah." Faster than he could react, Jack slapped him in the face, hardly even taking his eyes off the road.
"It's "yes sir.""
"Yes, sir," he whined, rubbing his stinging cheek.
"Good. You'll knock and I'll let you in. You can toss your clothes wherever - you won't need them." The phrase made Ezreal's heart jump a bit, and he was beginning to shamefully anticipate what was to come. "Then, you're gonna go in my shower. There are gonna be two creams and a razor - the one in the pink bottle will get rid of all your body hair. If it's below your eyebrows, I want it gone. Don't use it on your crotch. The other cream is shaving cream; I want you silky smooth. Understood?"
"Yes, sir."
"You're gonna clean up as much as you can. There's gonna be a syringe and some oil - lube up the syringe and your butt, shoot some water up there, keep doing it till it comes out clean. Once it does, meet me in the bedroom."
They arrived, and Ezreal had no choice but to swallow his pride and comply. Still tipsy, he slightly stumbled a bit on the way to Jack's apartment, but it earned him no sympathy. When they arrived, Jack vanished into the room, and Ezreal got to work - removing his jacket, then vest, shirt, and finally his slacks. He sat there in his boxers and knocked on the door timidly, hoping nobody would see him. Jack opened the door, and immediately looked disgusted and annoyed.
"I saidnaked." He slammed the door in Ezreal's face, a loudbangresonating through the hallway. Ezreal quickly did as he was told, removing his boxers as well, exposing his erect dick - at full mast he measured just a hair above four inches, and his balls had shriveled in humiliation. All in all, his package was hardly looking impressive.
Down the hall, he saw somebody poke their head out to find out what the commotion was, and the person - a woman - spotted him in the nude in front of Jack's door. She giggled and shut her door as well, but Ezreal was already panicked.
"Please, let me in! People are watching!" He pounded on the door, but to no avail. He heard a door shut down the hall, but still, no reprieve came from his embarrassment. "Please, I'm sorry!" The door swung open, and he quickly rushed in with his clothes in hand, tossing them off to the side.
"Bathroom," Jack commanded, and this time, Ezreal listened. He rushed off towards where Jack had gestured, practically sprinting to find some solace in the small room. Or, rather, what heassumedwas a small room. As Ezreal entered Jack's bedroom and pushed into the bathroom inside, he was surprised at just how massive it was; it felt like it was nearly as large as the bedroom, with a splendid shower and a spotless sink. The walls were white, and the aforementioned pieces - as well as the toilet, which he noticed nestled between the two - had gold trim. It was lavish, to say the least, especially in such a desolate city.
Woah...
It took him a while - close to thirty minutes - but Ezreal did as he was ordered, stripping every inch of his body below the eyebrows of hair, leaving his slim, pale body smooth and grabbable.
I kinda like how this feels,Ezreal admitted to himself, looking in the mirror. Cleaning out... other places was less pleasant, but he got through it, and despite everything, Ezreal felt relatively confident to step out into the bedroom. In moments, though, that confidence was shattered.
Jack was sitting on the bed, fully nude, looking at Ezreal as he came out of the bathroom. Skinny, pale, and with somewhat feminine hips and just the faintest hint of abs, Jack looked at him like he'd seen thousands of men look at women they wanted to dominate. To a degree, it was terrifying; but on a whole different level, it feltright.Ezreal approached him, circling around to his side of the bed, only just now noticing Jack's manhood now that they were face to face.
It's... oh god, it's like two, maybe three times as big as mine... and mine's four inches! I measured! I thought that was... well... decent? It's thicker around than my forearms, and at least as long, if not more...Instinctively, Ezreal tried to cover up his exposed penis, but Jack slapped his hand away as he tried, then made his move. His arms wrapped around his smaller plaything, thick fingers digging into Ezreal's asscheeks as Jack pulled him up and kissed him, surprising Ezreal with the force he put behind the kiss. It felt like he was sucking the oxygen straight out of him; he could feel his resolve weakening with every passing second that Jack's lips were on his. By the time their lips parted, Ezreal was putty in his hands.
"Now, listen to me, little guy. You're gonna listen to everything I say tonight, and I'm gonna make sure you have a good time. This little thing," he said, pointing to Ezreal's rock-hard dicklet, "tells me that you already are. Get on your knees, baby. You look beautiful." The compliments made Ezreal feel warm and fluttery as he complied, sinking down to his knees, coming eye-to-cock with Jack's gigantic dong. He wasn't even complicit in his mouth opening; his jaw seemed to have a mind of his own, opening wide and letting his tongue loll out. Jack's strong hand clamped down on the back of his head, moving his mouth onto his cock.
It tasted...good,which surprised him; a little salty, a little musky, but the scent was intoxicating. He offered no protest as Jack guided him, his mouth slipping up and down the tip of his dick, working his tongue along it. As he amateurishly blew him, though, Jack began to dish out orders.
"You will address me as Sir at all times. You will allow me to do what I want, at the pace I want. You no longer have a penis; you have a clitty, a dicklet, a nub. Your primary form of pleasure will be your ass, or your boipussy. You are no longer to call yourself a man; at best, you are a boi, but the reality is, you're just my bitch. You are to remain quiet unless spoken to, and if you must moan, you are to do your best to make it sound like a girl's moan. When I cum, you will either take it in your boipussy, or you will hold it in your mouth. And, finally..." he trailed off, pulling Ezreal's head back. The blonde twink looked up at him expectantly; Jack assumed he had registered all that had been told to him, and proceeded to bend down, pick Ezreal up, and toss him onto the bed on his back.
"Spread your legs. Hold them as wide as you can. Then, put your hands above your head, and close your eyes." Ezreal awkwardly tried to shift his legs, taking effort to not grunt or make any noises; once he was as stretched as he felt he could be, Ezreal clasped his hands together high above his head and shut his eyes, waiting for his next order.
It never came, but he did feel Jack moving around his sack, pinching and moving his clitty. The cold sting of metal, and his eyes shot open on instinct - just as Jack was pulling away a key. He could see now that his dicklet was encased in a cage of metal, with a ring under his balls to keep it in place; panicking, Ezreal immediately tried to yank it off, but quickly realized that any attempt to remove it would be fruitless. He'd sooner injure himself than escape. Helplessly, he looked up at Jack, who was busy locking the key away in a safe in his closet - with a combination lock that Ezreal had just barely missed.
"You ever wanna touch that thing again, you're gonna listen to every command I give for the rest of the night. I was trusting before cause you were complying; now, we're getting serious." Ezreal gulped, and he knew the fear in his eyes was showing.
"Yes sir," he caved, knowing he had no other choice. Like a wolf descending on prey, Jack leapt at Ezreal's boipussy, immediately slathering it in saliva as he tongued the stiff bud. Ezreal whined out, surprised by how much he enjoyed the sensation, and he found his legs naturally squeezing around Jack's shoulders. He reached down to jerk himself off, realizing now that he didn't have that option anymore; glancing up at him, Jack moved his hand and guided Ezreal's own up to his nipples, indicating for him to play with those instead. He obeyed silently, feeling a slight tingling of pleasure as he rubbed one of his pink, puffy nipples. The ravenous tonguefucking didn't last for very long, though, and Ezreal was reminded of what he was there for; to serve.
Jack rose to his feet, easily removing Ezreal's legs from around his shoulders. He brought his knees up onto the bed and clung onto Ezreal's shins, pressing the slim twink's calves to his own shoulders as he slowly, steadily, forcefully, bent the smaller fucktoy in half. His slick, humongous cock rose up past Ezreal's caged clitty, dwarfing it in size and entirely covering it as Jack kissed him. Ezreal blushed - both from the humiliation of how tiny his clitty was in comparison, and because he was surprised by how fervent Jack's kiss was. Compounding on that, he was disturbed by howrightit felt to have another man's body covering his own.
Jack pulled away, adjusting his massive cock to be placed at the entrance to Ezreal's hole. He didn't push forward at all, showing some degree of restraint as he put his other hand on Ezreal's arm, looking him in the eyes.
"Relax." Ezreal sucked down a deep breath, letting some tension out - he felt his hole loosen slightly - and prepared another breath. As he inhaled, Jack rushed forward, kissing him once again - and popping his head into Ezreal's tight hole, the firm mushroom tip of his meat driving into him. While the slobber on both Jack's cock and Ezreal's hole lubricated it plenty, he still found himself in a large amount of pain; he groaned out into Jack's kiss, but despite his wriggling, the larger man had him pinned. His protesting stopped as he realized that he was never going to get away from him, and as he relaxed, Jack finally pulled back. The sight of his muscular visage holding his girly-looking legs, tip of his cock buried inside of him, turned Ezreal on far more than he could have imagined even a day ago. With extremely gentle, tender movements, his stud began to rock back and forth, teasing open his love tunnel a tiny bit at a time. For Ezreal, it still ached... but the more this went on, the better it felt.
"I want you to watch that cage twitch while a real man fucks you. I want you to realize that your body is automatically submitting to arealcock." His voice was stern, dominant, but not aggressive; what he spoke wasn't a threat or suggestion, it was the truth as he knew it would happen. With that declaration made, Jack got more active, pushing his cock in a half-inch further with each thrust, using his manhood like a battering ram to break down Ezreal's anal defenses. Ezreal's skinny, smooth waist tensed every time he pushed further in, expecting pain each time - pain that quickly faded as he watched the cage intently, a hypnotic effect entrancing him. He realized that, as the thrusts got stronger and stronger, it was causing a reaction. Every time Jack's cockhead dipped further inside of him, the cage jumped uncontrollably, a purely physical reaction... and each time the cage pulsed, he realized, a small droplet of precum was forced up his urethra, bubbling at his tip, just barely visible through the slit in the metal.
Jack's ever-ramping speed wasn't helping; Ezreal felt helpless in his arms, both of his legs immobilized by a grip stronger than he or anybody he knew could have mustered. He could see that Jack only had about half of his cock barreling inside of him, but it felt like he was being impaled on an obelisk, and his body loved the sensation. Though he tried to contain himself, Ezreal's body could be silent no more, and finally uttered what Jack had been waiting for;
"NNnnnnghhh," he moaned out, biting his lip in an attempt to suppress the girly moan. Like a switch had been flicked, Jack's entire demeanor changed; where before he was dominant and calm, now he seemed predatory, aggressive, even angry. The smirk he now wore told the story, as well as the hunger in his eyes. Ezreal threw his head back in pleasure, his clitty twitching with each thrust, but Jack changed things up - he forced his arms forward, planting them to either side of Ezreal's head. The twink's legs were pinned against his shoulders, and Jack let him have itall,shoving more than a foot of thick, hard, black cock deep inside of him. Despite Ezreal's moans, the fucking never stopped, and he could feel a heat burning inside of him - and Jack knew it.
"You like that black dick, you little white bitch?! You like how it feels when a real man fucks you?!" Ezreal grunted and groaned, unable to get a true response out, so Jack kept at it - but a few moments later, he slowed down just enough to give him space, and asked the most important question. "Youevergoing back to women, sissy?" Faintly, as if he were on the verge of passing out, Ezreal's response sealed his fate;
"No... sir..."he admitted. On Jack's next thrust, a few droplets of cum fired from Ezreal's cage, firing onto his stomach as his body tensed, spattering across his skin. Jack laughed and stopped, retrieving his cock from the twink's insides, and gave him a moment to breathe... before swiftly taking that breath away, wrapping his large hand around Ezreal's throat.
"Good. Your turn." He pushed Ezreal aside, laying down on his back, hands behind his head. Ezreal glanced at him for a moment, and Jack motioned with his eyes for Ezreal to get up and ride. He offered no help as Ezreal awkwardly straddled his pelvis, reaching back to find his cock, before realizing that he was sat far too low for it to enter. He raised his hips up and tried again - no dice. Once, twice, three times more, until he was almost standing straight up, and he was finally able to fit Jack's cock inside of him. The penetration went easily, as Ezreal's hole had been quite efficiently resized, but the riding was awkward to start, and he only went about a quarter of the way down.
To correct this, Jack only had to raise an eyebrow to him; sensing his disapproval, Ezreal dropped his hips, sinking three-fourths of the way down, grimacing as he paused at the bottom of his arc for a moment. On the next thrust, his boipussy sunk an inch further; on the next, he dropped his hips all the way to the bottom, feeling Jack's balls resting against his smooth, soft ass. As he fucked himself fully with Jack's BBC, Ezreal's eyes crossed for just a moment, spurring a chuckle from Jack, but this was when Ezreal's switch flipped; he was ready. He recovered and rose up, then slammed himself back down onto his dick, allowing a full-on moan of pleasure to escape his open lips. If he wasn't hooked before, he was now, as Ezreal fervently slammed his asshole down to the base of Jack's cock over and over again, until his body trembled and he couldn't anymore - but just a few moments later, he'd be back at it again, getting another five or six pumps in before his knees would give out on him.
This cycle continued on and on, starting and stopping, with Ezreal's fluids spilling out onto Jack's abs all along. Judging by just how much he'd been spurting and the difficulty he was having, Jack knew he was close; finally deciding to put an end to it, Jack grabbed Ezreal's girlish hips and took control, raising his ass just high enough to allow him to drive his hips upward, powerfucking Ezreal's poor hole. Within five of the strong, sudden strokes, Ezreal was cumming all over, his clitty and cage swinging back and forth, spraying semen everywhere. Jack followed suit shortly, tossing Ezreal to his back. The first few shots fired deep inside of his hole, but Jack quickly withdrew and rushed to reposition himself. The rest of his powerful load christened his newfound chastity slut's face, cementing his right eye shut and leaving him covered in sticky, virile semen. Jack collapsed onto his back next to Ezreal, and the two of them were left breathing heavily, basking in the glory of what just happened between them.
Six Weeks Later
Jack opened the door to his apartment building, leading three of his friends into the front lobby. The four black men casually walked past the receptionist - she knew Jack well enough to not ask questions - and waved them on through.
"You guys are gonna love it. Promise."
"You know I hate surprises, man."
"You won't hate this one, okay?" Jack assured him. He led them to his apartment, deliberately taking his time to let the tension build. He opened the door, knowing that it would be unlocked, and was pleased to find that things were as he expected. The apartment was spotless, meticulously cleaned. Dusting off the coffee table - which already seemed spotless - was Ezzy, her hair long hair in a ponytail. She was wearing bright white lingerie, which framed her plump, thick ass perfectly. As she turned to face them, her metal clitty cage shone in the light, the keys to which had been forgotten about long ago. While she lacked the breasts to have a proper hourglass shape, the attempt was certainly made - a skinny waist and thick, grabbable hips made it very clear how the workout regiment was going.
"Daddy!" she cried out, dropping her duster to rush over to him. She had dropped to her knees before even reaching them, her thigh-high stockings allowing her to slide the rest of the way on the hardwood floor. "Welcome home! Do your... friends want some too?" she asked excitedly as she fished his cock out from his pants. Jack glanced to his friends, who were all staring wide-eyed at the sight before them. As Ezzy shoved a sizeable amount of her daddy's cock down her throat - her skills having improved since she gave in - the others were finally swayed.
"Well... shit," one muttered as he unbuttoned his pants. Zippers were undone and pants dropped to the floor, and Ezzy's night got a whole lot better very quickly.
Mephiston looked down with an evil grin at the offering his minions had brought. "Well, mortal... how does it feel to know that your life is at an end?"
The human before him spit a bit of the blood in his mouth at the demon's feet, his only means of defiance. Devon's hands were bound behind his back as the two large monstrostities on either side forced him to his knees. The words of his mentor stood out in his mind; 'The demon's orchards are no place for practicing apprentices' but the young exorcist had learned the price of his overconfidence the hard way. "I...ghn...I do not fear you, demon..." He tried to put up a strong front to the evil creature sitting before him.
The powerful demon lord's grin broke, giving way to a slight bemused expression. "Is that so...?" he asked, dismissing his servants. "And why not? Don't you value your soul?" He spread his legs, looking to shift into a more comfortable position on his throne. A loincloth was the only stitch of clothing on his crimson skin, the tanned hide long enough to reach the floor.
"I..ghn..won't give you the pleasure of falling for any of your tortures. My training will allow me to survive until my master finds me." He narrows his eyes up at the demon, sneering in a twisted smile as he notes the notch in his horn. "I think you're well acquainted with her strength."
His eyes widened. "I underestimated you... I thought you were just some foolish adventurer, but if you're Lillian's student - then I've gone about this all wrong." He stood up from his throne, striding toward Devon, the black hooves on his feet leaving smoking footprints in the once-fine carpet of the opulent castle. "I was thinking I'd torture you... but that'd just make her more angry when she gets here. No, I'm going to make sure she won't want you back..." A bulge made itself known, slowly swelling below the loincloth.
Devon leaned away from it, the weighty mass bouncing ominously with every step. "Nhgh...Depraved monster, I'm prepared for any horror you could inflict on me." He concentrated inner light, hardening his resolve against the physical trauma to come.
"I know... that's why I'm doing this," he grinned, throwing away his loincloth to reveal the slowly-hardening shaft. Mephiston pressed its soft mass against the young man's cheek. "By the end, you won't think it horrible at all..."
The young exorcist recoiled at the turgid flesh, one of the strong monsters behind him grabbing him by the shoulders and holding him in place before the 4' long cock as it pressed against his lips briefly. He felt his bile churn in his stomach strongly, keeping his mouth closed as long as he could.
"I advise you to open your mouth, boy..." he growled, prodding against his lips as his shaft stirred, the strange flare of his member's head marking him as something wholly different from human men. "Or else there will be nothing on me to ease my passage when I plunder your rear..."
Devon's eyes widened, the grip intensifying until his arms were nearly broken as he steadied himself. The beast on his right suddenly lurched forward with a powerful struck to his abdomen, forcing him to gasp. The large shaft pushed its way in between his lips as he fell forward. He tried to bite down on it, but the thickness was inhuman, as durable as cured leather, yet slick and fleshy in texture.
Mephiston let out a rumble of pleasure from his throat, chuckling darkly to see a servant of the light fighting to get his cock out of his mouth. "Feel free to use your teeth all you want," he smiled. "The sensation is actually somewhat... pleasing." He shifted his hips, feeling out the corners of Devon's moist cheeks and the surface of his tongue, the ridges on his head rubbing the roof of the mouth. After a time, he pressed forward, making him gag a bit as he hit the uvula.
Devon groaned as the large shaft force its way deeper, lips curling angrily at the indignity the demon lord was inflicting. He struggled to release himself from the shaft, throwing his head side to side and trying to push it out with his teeth and lips, but to no avail.
Mephiston groaned, thrusting forward strongly, drops of scalding pre leaking from him into Devon's stomach. His cheeks started to feel flush, a blush turning permanent as red crept across his fair skin.
Devon moaned at the burning sensation, groaning as the blush moved across his body, red heat saturating his entire body. His flesh seared, yet remained supple as ever as smoke lifted from his body. His throat widened to allow the monstrous shaft deeper passage into his belly, lips widening around the throbbing member as his throat massaged every invading inch.
The demon laughed, excited to see the transformation unfold. He rammed in further, feeling his head pop out into the man's stomach, more pre changing him, making him grow horns. Mephiston grabbed these like handles, pushing Devon's face closer to his hips as his face began to soften.
Devon moaned in his struggles, but unable to do much, his robes draping off his body as he was pulled up Mephiston's cock, the head bottoming out at his stomach and filling it directly with his hot seed. He could feel the horns lengthen, growing black and rigid as other areas of his body felt tighter and more swollen. He groaned as he felt the huge sack of the demon bounce against his chest.
"Keep changing," he ordered. "Become my new breeding slave..." He rocked slowly against Devon's lips, the precum dripping out of him teasingly slowly, his real load stubbornly refusing to reveal itself.
Devon held on as best he could, but even as he felt the pre filling his belly a darkness began to creep into his heart. With a bit of eagerness, he started to suckle and tease the shaft with his tongue, eyes closing as he bobbed up and down the length slowly. His robes became as a cocoon for his transformation, a demon's claw splitting them apart to reveal a pair of rounded, firm breasts, his backside looking plump and womanly, accentuating his swollen thighs.
The demon roared in triumph, putting a hoof on his chest and pushing him off slowly, the massive cockhead making Devon's neck bulge out obscenely. "Now, my Devona... are you ready to breed? To carry the first of many, many, children for your new master?"
The darkness filled Devon, slipping back out with a gasp. His form was quite feminine, in some places overly so as his heavy breasts wobbled. The beginnings of a tail slipped around his thighs as he slowly went on his knees before the demon, voice a hoarse whisper. "Mmhn...yes...my lord..." His shrunken cock throbbed at the impending intrusion, despite the exorcist's defeated demeanor.
Mephiston took his shaft in his hands, walking slowly around Devon's form as he reached down to his ass, pulling it up with savage strength and forcing his upper body to the ground. The demon rubbed his saliva-and-precum-covered head between the massive soft cheeks, sliding up and down before running the throbbing head against the opening of his new toy's pucker. His hips thrusted the enormous cock in slow pumps, testing and teasing the tight hole as his hands ran over the rounded, pillowy thighs before him. The demon lord breathed faster in anticipation, pulling back before diving in with all his might, filling his rear and then some. Devon cried out as his hips groaned and deform around the shaft, stretching wider than he was moments ago. His new nails scrabble on the stone floor as the demon forces his way in, the head alone making a small bulge below his navel. "Yes... your body is quite fertile now, I can feel it..."
Devon felt the strength of the demon push deep inside his rear, the sensation beginning to feel oddly pleasant as he pumped back slowly, his own shaft splattering cum against the floor, the length shrinking further and further as his sack vanished. He sweated as he tried to fight back as best he could, but the darkness gripping his heart was overwhelming. He could feel something else brewing within; determination, strength, and above all, lust. His brown hair grew long and black, flowing wildly as he started to buck back against the demon
Already stimulated above his threshold, the demon grabbed a fistful of Devon's hair as he began to cum, the first gout forceful enough to knock the wind out of her. He continued to thrust as he came, shoving himself deep inside his new slave.
Devon groaned as his eyes turned white, then a dark black as the energies within him changed. His ass plumped around the demon's cock, breasts surging out between his arms as a fat pair of pussy lips began to bloat around where his cock used to be. "GUguhh yess...yess, more!" She called out, voice now fully feminine and hollow in tone
"I'll give you more...!" he growled, his sack tightening up against him as the pressure of the cum flow increased threefold. Devon's belly started to distend and swell away from her as she writhed on her master's cock, helpless squeals of pleasure and pain erupting from her throat. He rammed her from behind roughly, inching toward her stomach once more. The impression of his tremendous length bulged out her already full term pregnant with twins sized belly, creating bowling-ball like bulges that rammed out at different angles.
As she took in more and more seed, Devona started growing taller and larger in time with Mephiston pumping into her ample rear. Devona's ass devoured his shaft like a second vagina, throbbing hotly as the innocent and defeated moans became more erratic, turning to erotic coos before cackling in laughter. Her horns grew out longer as she clenched his shaft with savage strength, ramming back against him. "NNghh...is that all? C'mon...give me all you got!"
He roared in arousal and fury, grabbing by the arms and pulling back with the terrible force of a torture rack. Slowly her tight passage yielded to his incredible girth, the orifice bruising slightly and forming a perfect 'O' around his cock. Her belly creaked, expanding in leaps and spurts with gallons of hot seed, Mephiston fucking deeper and deeper until Devona started to cough up mouthfuls of seed.
Her horns curved upward, almost in a crescent moon sort of shape as her tail lengthened longer, haunches expanding up to his thighs as she took him full hilt. Each drop of cum that left her lips, her long serpent tongue lapped up. Her feet swelled and hardened into a pair of hooves resembling high-heels, lifting her pert ass up for all to see. As Mefiston pounded her tight pucker, he began to realize just how insatiable her lust was, belly wobbling and fattening past three feet in diameter as her breasts grew heavy and round. Devona's height was beginning to rival Mephiston's, the swollen former exorcist now almost 10' tall.
Mephiston wiped his brow. This mortal was starting to wear him out - was the transformative magic he'd prepared too powerful? His minions started backing away as he continued rutting her, his balls endlessly pouring sperm into her as his battering ram of a cock pounded into her, wrapped tightly in her body's greedy, twitching flesh. "Give in..." he grunted, pulling back on her hair and roughly groping one of her swollen udders, forcing her down on him as far as she'd go. "None can outlast Mephiston... you'll whimper and beg for my seed before long..."
Devona groaned in response and thrusted harder, meeting him lust for lust. Her lips turned a deep black as she took in another hot load, tail swishing behind as the spade grew sharper. A row of spikes grew along her spine, leading up through the long tangled mess of her hair. Devona's lower body swelled into a fertile succubus shape, with a pair of wings unfolding from her flesh just above her rounded bottom. Her long bovine horns curled backward slowly as she became more bold, arching her back sharply.
The demon lord gritted his teeth as she bucked, feeling his long member bend slightly inside her as her spine arched, making her even tighter around him. A pang of concern rose inside him - what was she becoming? Even he, a demon lord, didn't have wings... It was hard to think over the haze of lust, however - it had been eons since any being, mortal or not, had accommodated his attentions for so long. He began to lose control of his lust, his massive member starting to widen, her hips creaking as they tried to account for his massive size, and his balls started to swell even as they drained into her.
Her lower body distended wider, but more from the size of the demon lord's shaft, as his seed was readily absorbed into Devona's growing and evolving body. Her breasts expanded wide and far, swinging heavily as her height increased as well. She could feel the stretching as her legs lengthened out, hooves becoming sharper and heavier like talons. Deep groans emanated from her throat as she took on Mephiston. It soon became clear that this was less a matter of humiliation or sating of lust- this became a sexual battle for ascension. Her pussy swelled and fattened, lips puffing up as something began to caress and lap at his shaft, the 15' tall demoness sprouting a long, moist tongue from her bouncing pussy.
"I will not... be beaten...!" He rumbled, smoke starting to pour from his mouth as he allowed the infernal power within him to reign unchecked. Runic characters started to appear along his limbs and cock, glowing brightly, causing a sickly green light to shine dimly through Devona's crimson hide in places. His muscles bulged as he grew taller and stronger, trying to keep ahead of his captive's own changes. His eyes shone with hellfire as he fucked her, his demonhood growing longer and thicker to match her increasing height - were it not for her growth, she surely would be seeing the demon's cock emerge from her mouth now. Mephiston tried to keep his orgasm in check, his cum flow slowing somewhat - he had to regain control, and he couldn't do that with her feeding from his seed, though he wondered how long he could hold out, her nether-tongue was a pleasure he'd never known.
Devona huffed, determined not to be beat as she surged outward, breasts and ass blimping out to well over 5' each, now almost 20' tall. Soon her pussy-tongue was joined by two others in a triangle shape, caressing and spiraling along his tremendous shaft in slow waves. Her wings expanded and curved back, wide and draconic with long spines extending from each phalange. Each of her fingers ended with a long 10' black iron nail, leaving deep grooves into the ground. From her plump lips a 3' long tongue snaked out, writhing on her screams of ecstasy between two long, sharp fangs. Her nipples began to distort and change, fattening out wider then they were long.
She was the most corrupted form of demon life he'd laid eyes on, but one hope remained - that he knew his power better than she knew hers. If he could only conquer her here, she'd be his to control! He groaned with tremendous effort, cutting off her supply of his come as he poured all of his power into his cock, the pillar of flesh starting to more resemble a small tree or a ship's mast, steadily growing through her body's tunnels, its flared head squeezing up into her esophagus, the bottom of her neck bulging out obscenely. "You cannot win...! You'll be mine forever! Beg for me, call me your master!" He was starting to reach the limits of his power, but refused to believe for a second that a mortal could best him.
"Errghhnn..." She gulped deeply, impaled on the heft of his shaft as her neck swelled with his power. Sweat rolled down her body and sizzled like acid on the stone floor, her body pumping back and forth slowly. Devona fell to her knees and hands, the might of the demon lord nearly overwhelming her. Black fires started to grow from her haunches, voice loud and inhuman as she clenched down on him with the strength enough to turn coal to diamond. "I'll show you who's the master, now come for me!!" She backed up sharply, slamming him against the wall as his heavy sack bounced onto her thighs. Her ass pressed hard against him, 8' of supple flesh pushing out against his chest, height expanding to nearly 30'. Her breasts throbbed as they bloated as well, nipples distending and shifting into black lips, complete with fangs and a tongue like her own, joining into a choir of lascivious groans.
The wall of the castle cracked under the sudden impact, spider webs of stress marks radiating out behind Mephiston, though the structure held. The majority of his minions fled in terror as their mighty king wailed in despair. She could not be stopped, and he knew with a dead certainty that he'd been suddenly turned from the would-be conqueror of the continent into a source of power for a former slave. Her growth set his cockhead back into her gut-womb, overpowering muscles forcing him closer to climax once more. His balls swelled out under her, nearly seven feet across, churning and groaning from the strain of him forcing himself not to cum. "N-never..." he whimpered, though he shuddered as he felt the first few drops of pre escape him again. Her tongues set to work once more, feverishly pleasuring him until he cried out in pleasure and agony, detonating into her with nigh-explosive force.
She growled in anger, arching up and slamming him against the floor, her tail thickening and widening with strength as it wrapped around his waist, using him like a dildo. Her eyes rolled back in a loud scream as she felt his seed flowing into her belly, rounding and expanding like a bomb detonating within her, hitting the floor and spreading wide. Her breasts wobbled and bounced heavily as she jiggled all over, spraying sweat all over the palace. Another pair of yellow eyes opened wide just below her hair line, with a small black pupil surrounded by a fiery iris. Her ears became sharp and pointed as her fangs curved out enormous and sharp. Long spikes jutted out from her elbows and knees.
"Stop... stop this... what are you...?" He mumbled weakly, pushing futilely at her impossibly voluptuous ass, trying to get away. He felt like a sponge being wrung out, the anaconda-like tail forcing painful spurts of seed from him with each crushing squeeze. His muscles started to lose definition as he weakened, but her insatiable body kept him at full hardness as she milked him dry. He hatefully hoped that his seed would burst her, but dreaded that she could take all he had and more... the best he could wish for was that she'd finish with him soon. He moaned piteously as his orgasm continued; he felt like he'd been coming inside of her for an eternity.
Devona moaned victoriously as her thick, draconian tail pushed Mephiston out with every hot gallon she felt within. Her body glowed brilliantly as her belly blossomed, finally pulling the exhausted demon lord out from her ass cunt when her full womb reached 25 feet. Ponderous 10' breasts swayed along her sides with glistening lips curled into satisfied smiles. Her own puffy cunt was wide and large enough to devour a workhorse whole, with three tongues lapping at the bulging lips. She arched her head back as she ran a hand along her full body slowly, panting as she finally took stock of her marvelous form. "Oohhnn...yesss...looks like I was able to do what my former master couldn't."
"What are you talking about?" the former demon lord coughed, looking pale and exhausted, the skin of his once-proud length looking inflamed and irritated from the taxing ordeal. He burned with inner fury, but couldn't help but feel a little awestruck by the lengths her body had changed, reaching a level of demonic perfection never before seen.
Devona turned around, licking her lips as she turned around, breasts grinning ominously as she pressed her weighty tits onto his chest, immobilizing him further. "Mmhn, I'm taking over your kingdom Mephiston. You are going to be my little cockslave now, breeding a great army within your queen." She cackled a laugh, hands exploring her enormous middle, filled to the brim with growing minions. From behind, she felt the poke of two pointed spears, his minions standing at attention. Her eyes narrowed to them, hissing as she bared her fangs.
"Like Hell," he snarled, even though he was quite helpless under her weight. "You're the slave, breeding for me! Loyal subjects... teach her a lesson!" The two war-demons roared and thrust with their spears, though they merely clanked against the plates on her back.
Devona growled, her tail reaching around one of the demons as she grabbed the large minion and stuffed him into her mouth without a second thought, lips wrapping around his middle as she swallowed him whole. Her talons and tail made certain few other minions would be foolish enough to approach. The tip of her spade shoved one forward as she wrapped her tongue around his neck, gulping it down messily as well. "Hnn...nice of you to provide a meal for your queen...any others want to feed my progeny?" She glared out toward the army.
The lesser demons looked nervously at each other, continuing to brandish their weapons, but none were brave enough to approach. "What are you waiting for, you cowards! Subdue her!" A few of them took a few steps forward out of token loyalty to their rightful master, but Devona's extra mouths merely liked their lips with sinister intent. There were nearly two dozen of Mephiston's elite guards here, not one brave enough to face her wrath.
Devona laughed triumphantly, raising her hand as the demons shakily kneeled before their new queen. "Mmhn...that'll do for now...But if any of you approach I won't hesitate to gulp you down whole!" She stomped her taloned hoof, sending up a cloud of dust.
The minions cursed and scattered in their fright, leaving their lord to fend for himself in the throne room. He slowly crawled off while she was distracted, heading for the side door. His hand turned on the knob as she looked away, opening with a loud creak. Devona's eyes glanced down to meet the fleeing demon as he slowly slipped through the door, knowing full well it was too small for her to pursue him further. She yawned and slipped down onto her side, tail wrapping around her belly and caressing between her cunt lips as one of the minions hesitantly approached. "M-m-mistress…shall we pursue Mephiston?"
"No, let him go for now…I know for a fact he'll be back." She chuckled, hand caressing over her fat breast. Devona knew she had to conserve her energy; when word of a new demon lord gets out, there was sure to be a long line of challengers. Not to mention the threat of her own master, possibly on her way even now to rescue her. She smiled as she ran her hands over her quivering belly. A brief kick on the surface reassured her that she wouldn't have to face these threats alone.