"Fuck yeah, that's it pretty boy!"
Taranis was, to put it bluntly, experiencing yet another fucked up day in the demonic realm. By that, of course, it mean that his 'boyfriend', a demoness by the name of Izlandra, was fucking him right up the butt. The red-skinned hellspawn was resting her thirteen inches long and three inch-wide bumpy cock along his sack and prick, the purple head oozing as she humped him from above. It was her other cock, a fifteen inch long and four inch thick beast that was reaming his eternally tight hole. Her double-D tits were pressed flat to his back, her grip on his horns resolute. It was a rough rut, the girl moving her feminine face close to lick his cheek as she thrusted nice and rough. She lacked balls, thankfully, which at least meant her climaxes weren't thick spunk and instead femjuices. It was day in and day out he was reamed, the female asserting dominance the day he popped into hell. A good ten mortal years of fucking him into utter submission...
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Of course, that was just what should have happened. Instead, Izlandra had been ready to fuck him sensless for the rest of his immortal and damned soul's life. Instead, he was summoned to the mortal world. A world of humans and monsters and everything in-between.
With a flash of light, he appeared nude and in his demon form before an old and grizzled man, the fellow wearing no clothing with an eight inch dick, bald head, and a beer gut that was almost as nasty as his grey'd mustache with soup-stains in it.
"Y-You! A demon slave for me to fuck for eternity! Give me your name!"
Giving up his demonic name was taboo. Anyone who knew the demon's name could order them precisely as they wished. It seemed the little occult man hadn't done any research beyond "getting to fuck them for your entire mortal life". The immortal man was clearly focused on pounding the androgynous Taranis... so it was up to him. Accept a life of shriveled old man cock... or simply dispatch the mortal. Or, perhaps, fool him... but the cave walls around him and the distant light with a forest or jungle visible was making one thing clear. Whatever he did, it seemed he was likely to be alone with this man... so there'd be no help if he fucked up trying to get his freedom.
Taranis was, to put it bluntly, experiencing yet another fucked up day in the demonic realm. By that, of course, it mean that his 'boyfriend', a demoness by the name of Izlandra, was fucking him right up the butt. The red-skinned hellspawn was resting her thirteen inches long and three inch-wide bumpy cock along his sack and prick, the purple head oozing as she humped him from above. It was her other cock, a fifteen inch long and four inch thick beast that was reaming his eternally tight hole. Her double-D tits were pressed flat to his back, her grip on his horns resolute. It was a rough rut, the girl moving her feminine face close to lick his cheek as she thrusted nice and rough. She lacked balls, thankfully, which at least meant her climaxes weren't thick spunk and instead femjuices. It was day in and day out he was reamed, the female asserting dominance the day he popped into hell. A good ten mortal years of fucking him into utter submission...
----
Of course, that was just what should have happened. Instead, Izlandra had been ready to fuck him sensless for the rest of his immortal and damned soul's life. Instead, he was summoned to the mortal world. A world of humans and monsters and everything in-between.
With a flash of light, he appeared nude and in his demon form before an old and grizzled man, the fellow wearing no clothing with an eight inch dick, bald head, and a beer gut that was almost as nasty as his grey'd mustache with soup-stains in it.
"Y-You! A demon slave for me to fuck for eternity! Give me your name!"
Giving up his demonic name was taboo. Anyone who knew the demon's name could order them precisely as they wished. It seemed the little occult man hadn't done any research beyond "getting to fuck them for your entire mortal life". The immortal man was clearly focused on pounding the androgynous Taranis... so it was up to him. Accept a life of shriveled old man cock... or simply dispatch the mortal. Or, perhaps, fool him... but the cave walls around him and the distant light with a forest or jungle visible was making one thing clear. Whatever he did, it seemed he was likely to be alone with this man... so there'd be no help if he fucked up trying to get his freedom.