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Part 1 - Resist the demon's temptations - Spirit - (19 - 2) 17 vs 15 (10 + 5) - FAIL by 2 - Take 2 Magic Damage
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Tough Roll - (21 - 2) 19 vs 12 (11 + 1) - FAIL by 7 - Take 7 Lewd Damage

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Part 2 - Destroy the demon's heart - Combat - (19 - 2) 17 vs 11 (4 + 7) - FAIL by 6 - Take 6 HP Damage
Naughty x1 triggered - Take 6 Lewd Damage

Total Damage
6 HP
2 Magic
13 Willpower

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When you give the woman your answer she gives you a surprisingly warm but still quite hungry look. The small canopy supporting your back starts to widen a bit, and as it does she starts to climb over you until her body is hovering directly over your spread form. "You made me a very happy girl." The next moment she leans down to give you a kiss, and her whole body becomes pressed against your own. Her breasts mash against your own, her cock lays flat against your mound, and when she slowly starts to rock back and forth you can feel her flesh sliding over inch of you. Your nipples are dueling hers, and her dick is practically smothered in your own excitement as it threatens to enter you but just barely misses each and every time. And during this entire affair she keeps her lips locked to you own, her tongue seeking entry so she can dive into your mouth.

For minutes she continues, her body constantly teasing you until your body is practically screaming for her to give you what she promised. Then she pulls back a bit. Her hips start to shift a bit, and once you feel her prick sitting at your entrance her hands fall down to grab you by your waist. "Prepare yourself." That small order is all the warning you receive before she thrusts herself and fully sheathes herself within your folds. The sudden pain of having your maidenhood pierced sends your body into a small panic, and it can't decide whether it wants to kick that woman away or pull her in closer.

But that struggle is broken when she throws her head back and moans. "You're so tiiight... Sooo waarrmmmmm..." She doesn't even wait for you to adjust. Her hips start rocking back and forth slowly. You can feel her length inching back and forth, and the sudden pain of having your hymen torn is slowly but surely overcome by your untouched pussy finally feeling something pulsing within it for the very first time. But before you can fully adjust to even that she starts to pick up her pace. "Oh god... You feel so good!" When she speeds up some more she adds a slight twist, and it causes her member to strike some very sensitive zones you never knew you had. A pair of lips attach to one of your nipples, but it doesn't belong to your lover. One of the larger tentacles surrounding you decided to join in the fun, and as the woman starts pounding in and out of your depths it gently but firmly pulls and suckles your tit. A tendril wraps around you from the other side and starts to massage and wrap around your unattended teat, and after only a second or two it captures the nipple and begins to pinch and pull.

"I...I can't last!" The slap of flesh meeting flesh starts to fill the air, and the woman seems to be struggling to control herself. "I'm gonna..." Her hips drive against you, the sheer force of it causing you to bounce uncontrollably while she pulls out just to drive forward once more. "I'm gonna...!" Her thrusts are nothing more than furious pumps meant to pleasure herself, but you can't help but feel every rock hard inch spreading your flower as it saws in and out with wild abandon. She doesn't even get to finish her sentence before she slams her hips forward one last time. The scream she lets out is nearly deafening, but it's nothing compared to that first spurt firing into your core. You can feel it splashing into your womb even as another shot follows the first, and it fills you from the inside out until you think your body can't possibly contain anymore.

Before you burst the still pumping woman is pulled away. The spunk that filled you begins to seep out from your no-longer virgin hole, and as you deflate the tentacle attached to your breast suddenly pulls away. The last thing you see is that mouth descending on the girl's still swollen dick while others close in to smother her once more. Your own abused and tired body is lifted and carried, and before long you find yourself suddenly brought to the central mass you tried earlier to reach. While you approach the knot of flesh begins to unwind, and when you finally arrived you find a rather cute and innocent looking girl being ravaged completely. One tentacle is ramming itself down her throat, another is stuffing itself in her ass, and the mother of them all is squelching in and out of her cunt. You've done well, Sera. An inhuman voice fills your head, and the abuse of that innocent soul slows to a near halt. But you've also been very bad. You killed an important piece of me. That's when you recognize the girl before you. She was the one found at the center of the orgy, the one from which all this demonic flesh spread. It only seems fair you would give me the last bit I need.

From between her stuffed lips a new tentacle starts to sprout, but unlike its brethren this one is different. Where the others were a hodgepodge of differing greens and reds the one that just appeared is a rather normal looking pink. It doesn't merge with the others nearby, and it continues to grow and spread until it ends with a dangerously long and thick looking phallus. When it starts approaching you realize that this special one must be connected to the demon's heart. A part of you starts yelling in the corner of your mind. This is your chance! The limbs wrapped around your arms and legs are only there to support your weight. You could easily break free and grab that one pink arm seeking to bury itself within your vagina. All you need to do is find the will to reach out and end this!

Sera

Willpower - 3/18
Combat and HP - 7 and 14/20
Explore and Stam - 8 and 20/20
Spirit and Magic - 5 and 7/20
Naughty and Lewd - 1 and 0/10
 
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(Wow, sorry about leaving this for so long, I completely forgot about it shortly after I told you that I hadn't forgotten about it.)

Sera gasped aloud as the woman rubbed her member against her virginal petals, her eyes staring transfixed at the sight of where it pressed against her. Her thoughts were in a muddled haze of sexual desire, all of them centered on her possessed partner, and her breath caught in her chest for a moment as the cock pressed against her soaking pussy, ready to be unleashed in a primordial scream of satisfaction, only for it to be released as a groan of frustration as she only slid it along her folds teasingly. Her hips bucked in her demonic captors grasp against her would-be partner, the elf-girl helpless to escape or take what she wanted so badly. 'The demon was right...... I do need this... So badly.....' A part of her thought as she struggled, not to free herself, but to sheath the wondrous appendage before her inside of her virgin walls.

When the woman finally gives her whats she wants, Sera unleashes a scream of pleasure that drowns out even the sounds of the demon orgy nearby, and as the tip enters her, her orgasm begins. Her entire body convulsed as she was violated, the pain of her torn purity and her guilt at the act ignored beneath the waves of mind-breaking pleasure. For the moment, all Sera could perceive was the feelings of her body, and she could not possibly ignore them now. As she started fucking the captured elf, who bucked back with as much enthusiasm as she could, the woman would feel the ex-virgins velvet walls convulsing around her member as she came again and again, Sera reveling in it until one all-powerful orgasm made her briefly black out.

When she came to, her arousal had subsided slightly, still present and powerful, but not strong enough to keep her mind under a sea of need. She felt warm and wet on the inside, and saw the girl being violently raped by the demons tendrils before her, and realized that she must have passed out before the woman came inside of her. Her heart skipped a beat as the elf wondered at the possible repercussions of the seed within her, but as the pink tendril came toward her, all her fear was washed from her mind. She knew, instinctively, that this was what she needed to strike if she wanted to defeat her foe, and it was confirmed by the foul voice within her mind. She also knew, however, that if it buried itself within her, there was likely no way she could possibly resist the demon any further. Her will had been taxed almost to the breaking point, and another climax might cause her to simply give in, despite the consequences of that.

So, as the pink tentacle approached her, she used all of her remaining will in a sudden desperate gamble. She tore herself from the tentacles that were holding her, and grabbed her discarded sword from where it had fallen. then, if she could, she would slash the tentacle a foot below the head, trying to sever it form the rest of the body, her terror and lust momentarily replaced by rage and determination.

(C'mon natural 20s!)
 
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Part 1 - Resist the demon's temptations - Spirit - (19 - 4) 15 vs 8 (3 + 5) - FAIL by 7 - Take 7 Magic Damage
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Tough Roll - (21 - 4) 17 vs 12 (11 + 1) - FAIL by 5 - Take 5 Lewd Damage

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Part 2 - Destroy the demon's heart - Combat - (19 - 4) 15 vs 20 (13 + 7) - PASS

Total Damage
7 Magic
5 Willpower

~~~~~~~ GAME OVER ~~~~~~~​

You can feel it lingering in the back of your mind. The demon's voice. Faint whispers that you can't quite understand but know promise hours of near endless pleasure even more powerful than what little you've come to know. But it only stays as that. Your mind remains focused on the task at hand, your body rolling out of your captor's loose grasp and twisting to avoid recapture. Your instincts allow you to turn, flip, and roll, and you find your weapon with an almost mechanical ease that has you ready to attack. The tentacles that swarm near you are large and clumsy. You dodge each attack and bring yourself closer. You can feel the weight of the blade in your hand, and you hear it whistling through the air in an arc that would have severed a man in two.

A wet thwump signals your success, but your moment of relief turns into frustration when you notice that large knot of flesh flopping against the ground is a dark green. That pink arm still remains, and one of its brothers stepped forward to take the blow. Your blade cries out once more, but its target bends its length to avoid its demise. A second and third strike fare no better. Your frustration begins to grow at how agile this single tentacle is when compared to the others, and you decide to end this farce and reach out to grab it with your free hand.

Can you feel it? The moment your palm makes contact those whispers start to become a tad louder. The way it struggles in your hand... Your grip is tested as it tries to break free, and you can feel the strength of the muscles within your grasp. The way it slides through your fingers... When you try to close your hand tight you suddenly notice the very slight sheen of moisture covering the tentacle's length. At first it looks like sweat, but it makes that flesh slick enough to slide through your hand. It feels wonderful... As that moisture starts to run over your skin you feel your nerves come alive. You can feel every little bump and groove on its surface as it continues to writhe in your hand. It smells wonderful... You pick up an odd scent, one that is musky and animal yet somehow deliciously sweet. It tastes wonderful... Your tongue pops out of your mouth, and a drop...

You shake your head and snap back to reality. You can't believe you were about to actually lick it! But for some reason you can't get that thought out of your head. You want to taste it. You want to slide your tongue along its surface and lather it with that delicious layer of sweat. You want to take it all into your mouth suck it down so you can gather even more. You even find you hand gliding up and down its length, that motion seeming to spur production as a rather copious amount begins to drip down your arm. This isn't right. You shouldn't be so enraptured with this monster's touch, especially after it stole your virginity! But that memory starts to persist. That uncontrollable wave of pure ecstasy rolling through your body, the way your climax seemed to last for hours on end as that woman pumped her length in and out of your desperate little hole. Your body can't focus on anything more than that feeling even while your sword is raised and poised to strike. Something inside you is starting to awaken, and it's practically begging for even a taste of that eternal climax once more. It can be yours. Just stick out your tongue. Reach out and lick it. Take it into your mouth. Give it the love it wants to give you.
 
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(A three? Seriously? Lol, well can't win 'em all. I had a nice streak though, I think I got through... Lets see, xivvix, Phoenix, and fireofthemonkeys dungeons before I lost one. Not bad.)

Sera hesitates for a moment, her free hand softly stroking the pink tentacle that hung in the air in front of her, as the war within her rages anew, the touch of the demons slime and its voice within her mind fighting against the elfs willpower for control. The demon seemed about to win, her tongue poised mere inches from its length, preparing to accept the tentacle into her mouth and worship it as her new master. Then, she pulls back as she teeters on the brink, the desperate need and lustful hunger momentarily beaten back by her revulsion and anguish. In that instant, her course is decided, the elfs will directed to her ultimate goal.... Sera put aside her sword, her fingers grasping more strongly around the pink organ, as her other hand which had moments ago grasped her sword groped her breast, the palm of her hand rubbing her sensitive nipple.

Her motions produced more and more of the sweat along the tentacles length, which the blond elf wants nothing more in the world right now than to taste, but she holds herself back for a few moments more, her mouth partially open as she panted her lust. Then, Sera leaned forward, her mouth opening wider and her tongue slowly flowing out as her face approached the demons organ, which by now was likely slathered with the creatures musky sweat due to her hands efforts. The very tip of her tongue touched the tentacle just below its tip, on its underside, and the horny elf moaned aloud as she got the first taste of her new lover. The hand that had been groping her breast moved to join her other one on the tentacles length, and she rose up on her haunches as her delicate elven mouth encompassed the head of it, her tongue sliding along it and lapping up whatever fluid she could find. She withdrew it from her mouth and pulled it upward, drawing the tentacle between her breasts as she rubbed her tongue, mouth and face along its length, effectively covering herself in its juices.

The demons voice in her mind compelled her further, however, and Sera resumed stroking it with both hands as she squeezed it between her supple mounds, her mouth returning to the head of the demons tentacle where it sucked and licked. She had never done this before, so she had no experience to work with, but the elf girl was nothing if not enthusiastic, her efforts to please her new master nothing short of worship. All the while, cum continued to leek from her ravished womanhood and onto the ground, mixed with a few specks of blood here and there to signal her lost purity. Her golden hair was, by now, soaked with sweat, both her own and that of her demon lover, as was her body, leaving Sera the picture of violation as she did her best to please the being that had so ruined her, her mind and will gone to the winds.
 
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With your entire body sliding so thoroughly against your Master's length you find yourself completely drenched in his fluids. And you love it. Every inch lathered by his wondrous juices is practically burning at his slightest touch. You can feel every bump and groove in his skin as he nearly slithers back and forth between soft swells of your chest. You can feel his muscles writhing against you, twitching and pulsing as he gladly accepts the attention you have so graciously offered.

But this is nothing compared to the sensation passing between your lips. The moment you swallowed your first taste you nearly shivered with unbridled pleasure. This liquid was more than just some random secretion. This was his very essence. It flowed from his body, flowed over your own, flowed through you down to your very core and left your body burning with a desire that was far beyond any you had ever known.

With your body feeling as if a thousand phantom mouths were each panting in lust no more than an inch from your form you barely notice your Master's movement. His length crawls forward across your body while his head rises little by little. Very slowly your neck is forced to tilt back farther and farther until mouth and throat are perfectly aligned. That is when he strikes. With one fluid thrust you find his girth sliding effortlessly down your throat. It catches you completely by surprise, and you find yourself gagging as your lungs begin to scream for air until he mercifully pulls back long enough for you to take one full breath before he presses forward and invades your body once more.

Soon enough he takes up a rhythm, one moment depriving you of the oxygen you need, the next sliding out and giving you barely enough time to prepare for the next push. You can feel yourself gagging and choking. You can tell he's simply using you to fulfill his own perverse pleasures. You're nothing more than an object to serve his desires just like the other women he captured.

But...

It's such a turn-on! You don't understand why, but you can't help but quiver as the tentacle continues to violate your throat. You can feel him pressing even deeper, your neck starting to visibly bulge. You can't help but collapse, but even when you land on your back you find him still pressed tightly against your body, his length continuing to slide between your breasts while he never ceases to piston in and out of your mouth.

You're unsure how long this continues. Seconds? Minutes? Hours? It's hard to tell while you barely manage to keep yourself conscious, but a sudden rush of air signals a change in tactics. He pulls back until his head just barely escapes from between your lips. You barely manage to realize his tip is hovering directly over your face before you feel the rest of his length press against you even harder than before. The tentacle molds itself to your body, hugging you as it lays straight down your center and begins to grind. You can feel him nearly driving you into the ground as he lays himself flat against your chest, forcing your breasts to bulge over his sheer girth. He slowly but strongly glides himself between them, laying his length over your stomach, your pelvis, and then...

It's almost too much. The moment he finally touches your mound you spasm uncontrollably. You nearly came from him laying himself on top of you. Then he presses harder. The pressure forces your legs apart. Your folds spread wider and wider, his thickness starting to slide between them. Your jewel is forced from its cover, and once it is you feel your core nearly exploding as he continually grinds himself against your sensitive little button and over your still dripping sex. Then he presses even harder. You feel as if you're being buried by his sheer strength. You find yourself sliding against the soft earth, the motion dragging you back and forth. His flesh is sawing through your slit, and your nub is almost screaming as it's pulled up and down with every passing second.

Then you feel it. That peak. That wondrous summit where your body finally gives in and releases the knot building in your stomach. Your climax is approaching, your body welcoming it and practically begging for some kind of release before you feel yourself go mad, but...but something isn't right. Something's missing, something that's making you feel empty and unfulfilled. That's when you eyes finally focus on the head floating before you. You picture it spreading your nether lips as it starts to plunder your depths. You imagine it pulsing while it enters, squirming as it dives deeper and deeper and pleasures every single inch of your core until you find yourself screaming in pure ecstasy. You now know what your body wants, but all he does is continue to grind against your skin and hover directly over your face. The tip is pointed directly into your eyes, almost as if he were staring directly into you. If it were possible you could even say he looks smug, confident that he knows exactly what you want and will sit and wait for you to beg.
 
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Sera lays upon the ground as the demon ravages her mouth, barely able to squeeze out her moans past its massive girth, and her mind slowly going blank as she was deprived of oxygen. Her fingers dig into the ground, trying to hold herself in place so as to allow her master to pleasure himself all the greater with her mouth, which was stretched to the limit in order to contain the tentacles mighty girth. All the while, her hips buck toward it, images of it violating her flower rather than her mouth filtering into her broken mind. All the while her two conflicting needs battle: one wanting, no needing, her masters touch against her arousal, desiring to give herself utterly to the demon; and the other needing to taste the deluge of essence that would surely accompany its climax, wanting to taste more and more of that blissful substance as it flowed into her mouth.

Then, it pulls out of her mouth, and Sera gasps for air, her lust increasing twenty fold as her mind recovers. Her body grinds insistently back at the length that was pressed against her body, and then, just as it seems she's about to reach her peak, and her body hungers most for the climax that is about tear through her, her orgasm just doesn't seem to be within reach. She continues grinding for a few more moments, her moans of pleasure quickly turning to ones of blind desperation, until she opens her eyes, and finds the head of the tentacle staring her in the face. Her head shoots forward, licking desperately at it as her hands reach up and press her breasts together, grinding them against its length, but still it doesn't give her the fulfillment she so desperately craves.

Only then does she understand. Sera continues licking the tentacles head, stopping occasionally to take the tip into her mouth suckle on it, but she doesn't try to bring her master to climax. Her hands move down to her belly, pressing gently against her flesh just above her womb, and through the haze of pleasure and lust brought on by the demon, calls upon her peoples natural magic once more. One of the elves most powerful abilities was to inspire fertility in any living thing, whether it was plant or animal, which included themselves, though they rarely used it for such. Generally, it was used only to help heal the land after great battles, or to grant an heir to a barren couple. And, because it was native to her, rather than coming from the power of nature from which she was cut off due to the demons proximity, she still had access to it. The magic took effect immediately, flowing through her already healthy reproductive system, and after a few seconds her elven womb began to twinge, signaling that she was the peak of her fertility, and that even a drop of her masters seed inside of her would be guaranteed to take root. She had destroyed a part of the master, and so her honor demanded that she allow her body to be the vessel for its replacement, even though the demon was the very epitome of that which she had been sworn to destroy, corruption incarnate.

Then, she pushed herself up using her back, until her ass was in the air and her legs were around her head. Now, her master could plow into her womanhood just as it had done to her mouth, the idea of being pounded into the ground as it plunged into her depths drawing a hungry moan from Sera. But even that was not enough. Her lust driving her to madness, Sera bucked her body a few times, her eyes closed as tears of need formed at her green eyes. Then, finally, she managed to break through her lust just long enough to utter; "Please....... Please.... I need it...."
 
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With your back rising into the air and your sex bucking against a phantom lover you make quite the inviting offer with your body alone. But that isn't enough. The tentacle merely hovers over you and repositions himself. His tip hovers directly over your overflowing flower and the mix of juices that now coat your thighs, but he goes no further. Each little movement of your hips threatens to bridge that distance and give his head the most lewd of kisses with your netherlips, and each time he simply shifts back a little to deny you what your body wants.

With your lust in overdrive it takes an enormous effort to mutter five simple words, but once you do your prayers are finally answered. He lowers himself until his tip meets your entrance. Your lips spread wider than you would have through possible, but he continues to press forward and slowly impales you little by little. He crawls farther into you, his massive girth stretching you to your limit while touching every inch of your canal, and it's only when he finally bottoms out and strikes your cervix that he comes to a halt.

With your sex the very definition of full your Master squirms slightly as if inspecting you from the inside out. As he does the dam that was holding back your climax finally cracks and breaks. A flood of pure unadulterated pleasure starts to crash through your body. Every single one of your muscles begins to spasm uncontrollably, but it's nothing compared to the sheer vice-like grip as your core clamps down on the mass filling it so fully.

And this spurs him into action. He pulls back, his flesh fitting so tightly that he nearly pulls you into the air with him until only his head lies buried in your slit, and he sits there for only a moment before he rushes forward and nearly knocks the wind out of you. He only comes to a stop when he strikes your womb, and somehow this triggers another orgasm to rip through your body. Your body quivers as he pulls back once more, and when he surges forward and hits your cervix once more you feel a third climax ripping your mind to shreds.

He keeps himself going, his tempo increasing bit by bit until he's pounding at your insides and forcing you to cum constantly. You can feel yourself stretching to accommodate his rapid thrusts, but after only a few short minutes you feel something within you snap. During one thrust he strikes the barrier protecting your fertile womb and manages to press even further. The sudden invasion into the very pit of your being sends a jolt through your body that overwhelms anything you felt before. It's almost torturous, but before you can even hope to recover you feel him pulling back one more time. You try to prepare yourself, but your body can only lay there convulsing under the sheer amount of pleasure it's been forced to endure.

With one final rush he meets your last bit of resistance and manages to break through, your body yielding and opening fully so that he may invade the deepest parts of your core. And that's when he finally breaks. You can feel his entire length swelling just before a torrent starts to fill your womb. His seed coats your inside until there's no more room to fill. But that was only the first jet. You feel him expanding a second time, and another flood is pumped within you. You can feel his liquids struggling to escape, but with his mass plugging the only exit all it can do is pool. Your belly starts to stretch slightly the more and more he fills you, your flesh stretching and expanding as it struggles to contain the impossible, and when he cums a third time it looks as if you are already pregnant and ready to bear a child.

With your body starting to bloat a little sense starts to return to your mind. You have fulfilled your Master's wish. You destroyed a piece of him, and now you will replace that lost part so that he can be truly reborn. Your duties as his concubine should be finished for now, but he doesn't remove himself just yet. He merely sits within you, a few slight movements still sending little thrills through your body while he appears to rest. But soon he starts rocking once more. He plunders your depths with light, soft motions, but it isn't enough for him to unplug himself. Instead he seems to delve even deeper, his motions churning the fluids trapped within. Even with you bearing his spawn it seems he has another purpose for you to fulfill.
 
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Seras primal scream of carnal pleasure as the demon finally gives her what she desired was unmatched by any she'd emitted so far, and likely by any of the others trapped within the demons orgy as well. Every movement of the tentacle as it slowly slides into her feels like an orgasm all its own, the pleasure maddening but not yet driving the elf over her peak, until, finally, the head of it kisses against her cervix. Her entire body begins to shake then, the approach of her climax coming swiftly to its end as the demon squirms within her soaking pussy, until she finally reaches her point of bliss, and a relentless squeeze of her vaginal muscles around the girth they held accompanied a fountain of her juices as her body rocked in the throes of orgasm. Every muscle in her body contracts, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as the elven girl experiences the height of physical sensation like never before.

She is just coming down from that high when the tentacle pulls back, almost lifting her up with it, before slamming back down against the barrier to her womb, and Sera is sent right back into an equally powerful orgasm. The next thrust is much the same, producing a feeling that was so irresistible to her that she couldn't hope to resist. Her body quaked uncontrollably, and primal moans of passion filled the air, but some part of her knew that the best was to be saved, that there was some further plateau for her to reach, and which her master would surely drive her to. Every thrust is harder and stronger, driving her to knew heights of pleasure, but also weakening her last barrier, causing her cervix to weaken, until, finally, her body must yield her most sacred place to the demon.

That one final thrust is all she requires to climax once more, but when she feels him burst through and into her core, the very last part of Sera that had been trying in vain to fight the pleasure finally surrendered, admitting defeat just before the tentacle pulsated within her, its load traveling up to its length toward its intended target, the elfs fertile, unprotected womb. It was the first spurt of the demons essence into her core that sent Sera to the plateau she'd sought: Absolute physical bliss that melted away all of her other senses. Her womb fills instantly just from the first shot, the burning hot liquid pouring directly down into her deepest places, held there as much by gravity as by the pressure of the tentacle locked inside of her womanhood. The second shot causes her belly to stretch as more demonic seed is injected into her, unable to escape. By the time its third spurt worth of cum is finished, her stomach has been stretched almost to its limit.

Her bulging belly is evident, sitting right before her eyes, but rather than be repulsed by the knowledge that the demon had without any shadow of a doubt sired its child on her, her hands rubbed over her stretched form, and she cooed, pleased as can be. Now, her womb held the replacement for the piece of her master which she'd so foolishly destroyed from within the priestess Corrine, she thought. Once her master was complete, she would have to tell him of the woman, so that she could be shown the same pleasure which Sera was herself now a slave to. As the tentacle continued moving about softly inside of her, Sera grew confused. Was she to be rewarded further? Her body was filled nearly to capacity already, any more seed might cause her to rupture, which would kill the part of her master growing inside of her. The tiny part of her mind that had been regained after she'd finally reached satisfaction prompted her to quietly utter; "What... What are you doing? .....Master?"
 
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For a few seconds your question goes unanswered, your Master simply rocking back and forth as if that were all he was meant to do. But something changes. You can feel something budding within you, a new life suddenly springing forth and growing at an almost impossible speed. You can feel it taking shape, and soon enough you can feel a new form shifting within your womb as if it were exploring. Then you hear his voice. It starts as a slight chuckle, but with each twitch from the spawn within you his voice grows until he's nearly cackling with delight tainted with a touch of malicious intent.

How wonderful! At this rate he shall be ready in a few moments!

As he speaks the multitude of tentacles that surround begin to converge. A pair immediately come forward, their ends opening to reveal mouths filled with tiny wriggling feet. Each one captures one of your breasts, and as they close you can feel those tiny digits rubbing in small concentric circles as a gentle but strong suction consumes your nipple. You can feel them massaging every inch of your soft, sensitive flesh, and with their grip firmly in place they start to pull back slightly, the suction pulling your nipple to full attention as they attempt to suckle and milk you for all your worth.

Rejoice!

Another one, unseen from your angle until it actually loops around the Master tentacle approaches from behind. It lowers until it no longer remains in view, and soon enough you feel it start to poke and prod at your ass. Your sphincter twitches each time it's struck, and in each instance you can feel the copious amounts of fluids from your first encounter covering the thing's head. After only a couple more determined tries the tentacle starts to constantly press, and your muscles suddenly give in as the slickened length slowly but surely buries itself within your bowels. It's nowhere near as massive as any of the other phalli you've felt before, but the small ridges lining it's surface send a flood of new sensations rushing through your body as it slowly takes you from behind.

For your fertility will give me strength beyond even that of the priestess Corrine.

As your anal virginity is taken a third mouth appears. It is far smaller than any of the others you have seen, and when it opens a couple of tendrils pop out and wrap themselves around your clit. They trap it within their grasp, their diminutive size actually allowing them to circle around the base until the mouth finally descends. It consumes your jewel, and you soon find it sucking on your crown much like the other two tugging on your breasts.

You shall become the instrument of my rebirth!

With all these sensations running through your body they almost overshadow the sudden jolt of pain running through your womb. The demon spawn continues to grow at an alarming rate, and your stomach struggles to contain the expanding mass. You flesh stretches, your belly inflates to impossible proportions, and your 'child' attempts to extend himself, further stretching you past your brink. A sharp pain overtakes you, your flesh nearly tearing itself in two in an attempt to relieve the stress you feel, but a sudden burst of immeasurable pleasure bursts from your center and drowns the agony you are forced to endure. It forces your body to relax, and once it does you feel yourself stretching once more.

This cycle continues, intense pain followed by overwhelming pleasure, the intervals separating them becoming smaller and smaller until you can no longer tell when one ends and the other begins. It's only when the pulsating mass within you comes to a rest that everything eventually stops. When you look to find what has become of you your stomach has inflated to a size that would surprise even Corrine.

Are you ready to become mother to a god?
 
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Was she in heaven? Or in hell? Sera did not know. The pain and pleasure had merged together as her body stretched, the violation of her ass and the mouths attached to her nipples and clitoris providing pleasure when compared against the stretching of her belly as the demon grows inside of her. The demons voice within her mind is the only thing that the elven girl has that allows her to retain her sanity against the mind-shattering sensations. Only when the pain and pleasure both pause, and Sera feels the movement inside of her cease, does she regain some sense of herself. Looking down upon her stretched body, Sera waits a moment before answering her masters question; "Yes....." Her voice, though harsh and low with pain and shock, is firm with resolve.
 
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For a moment a wave of pride starts to wash over you. Whether its your own or your Master's was hard to tell, but what he says next brushes that pride away. Prepare yourself. This could be...unpleasant...

Before you can react a surge of flesh surrounds you. You barely see what looks like every single tentacle within this nightmarish orgy bearing down upon you. A moment later you can see nothing. Your body is completely covered by the things, each one desperately struggling against the others in an attempt to find your helpless form. Those that do start to work themselves into a frenzy. Those near your ass start to stuff themselves your already full rear, and in no time at all you have almost half a dozen of them frantically pounding into you as they try to reach their own climax before another knocks them free. The tentacles at your mouth treat you no differently. They invade and overwhelm your throat. They block any attempt you could make to breath. Had it not been for the sheer number of them battling for dominance you are certain they would have forced you to choke to death.

With so many bodies writhing against you they create a pressure that feels like it's starting to crush you from all directions. But this is nothing compared to what you feel between your legs. The Master has started moving once again, and even though he has invaded your deepest recesses he starts to push forward. He crowds your already stuffed womb, yet he still pushes further. You can feel him crawling all along your core, yet he still pushes forward. You feel your body reach its limit, there is absolutely no more for you to give, yet he still pushes forward. He inserts more and more of himself until you feel his other end slide through your canal and come to a rest fully contained by your bloated stomach. Your body is strained beyond anything it could endure, and had it not been for the unyielding mass that smothers your form there is no doubt that you would quite literally explode.

Seconds, minutes, hours, you can no longer tell how long you've been cocooned and tortured. Your body can feel itself being flattened and crushed as those tentacles press against every inch of your skin. The mass within you pushes your innards into each other, and that's still not enough to give you any bit of relief. You feel yourself being pulverized between two unyielding forces. You can't move, you can't even breathe, yet somehow you manage to survive.

Just before you think you're finally about to expire you feel something within you pulse. It's soon followed by a much larger pulse that seems to vibrate through your womb, and it cascades through your body until you feel it spread to all the wriggling bodies pressed against. Without any warning you feel them all start to swell as one. A sudden flood of demonic cum overwhelms you as they all climax at once, and you feel yourself being flooded inside and out. You practically drown as your Master's juices pour into every available space it can find, but as it does you feel it trigger something. Your body begins to react to his essence. It pierces through the insurmountable pain that torture your very soul, and you feel a twinge of excitement start to run up and down your spine. The more his release spreads the more it consumes your agony and turns it into pure pleasure. Stronger waves of pure carnal bliss roll through you with each passing moment, your body no longer refusing to acknowledge even slight discomfort as you find yourself being overrun by pure ecstasy. In mere seconds you find yourself peaking through the most powerful orgasm your body could ever know, every inch of your flesh seeming to quiver in delight as you finally find relief from the hell you were forced to endure.

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Your body starts to shift. You can feel yourself struggling against some unknown darkness, fighting for some unknown prize until you find yourself finally take in a breath. Your heart nearly cries out in joy as it finally feels some life starting to pump through its veins once more. You can feel more and more of your body suddenly awakening, your nerves tingling with each passing second as a numbness you never knew you had starts to fade into oblivion.

Your struggles to return to the waking world end when your eyes finally flutter open. You find yourself laying upon someone's bed, the mattress itself little more than a cloth bag filled with straw and feathers. When you take in more of your resting place you find yourself sitting within someone's home, a peasant by the looks of things since you can see nearly the entire house from where you lay. You try to lift yourself to get a better look, but your body refuses to move. Your muscles still tingle from disuse, and beneath that a very dull ache makes them protest any movement you try to make. But you feel yourself recovering. Little by little the feeling returns to your extremities, and soon after your fingers and toes begin to curl of their own accord. In no time at all you will be able to stand on your own, the only question is where will you go?
 
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Despite what had happened earlier, and her masters voice in her mind warning her of what was to come, Sera simply smiled lightly, knowing that such a service to her master could only grant her further bliss. Her thoughts turned around quickly when the demons appendages all bore down on her body at once. The pain was too much for Sera, and had she tried to scream around the organ in her mouth to no avail. It built relentlessly as the countless tentacles violated her within and without, the sensations tearing at her mind, body and soul, and what was left of the elven girls mind wished fervently that she would simply die, so that the torment might end. But, just when she felt herself falling into that eternal slumber, the feeling changed, some spark of pleasure flitting into her senses through the waves of torturous agony. Then, another spark, followed by another wave of pain as every appendage sweeled at once, followed by an undeniable wave of ecstasy that filled her very being as the demons essence filled and covered her body. The sensation was only magnified by the fact that it accompanied the absence of the pain that had threatened to utterly destroy her, and so Sera lets out another cry around the tentacle currently pumping demon cum down her throat, this one of pleasure rather than pain.

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Seras eyes slowly opened to perceive the world once more. She could feel the matress beneath her, and see the peasants house in which she had rested. How had she gotten here? And... Why could she not move? Her muscles ached in protest as she demanded that they respond to her commands, both of some unknown pain and due to disuse. Disuse? How long had she lain here? And who had tended to her? Where was the demon? Then, she saw a flutter of motion beneath the covers on her body, her toes curling beneath the blankets, and her fingers twist into claws as she feels her body awaken once more. Slowly, life returned to the elven girl, but with it came questions. What had happened to her after the demon had climaxed, and she had blacked out? Was her mind her own once more, was did she remain the demons slave? And, perhaps most importantly, was she still herself?

As soon as she was able, Sera would pull the covers from the bed, and examine her own body, seeing how it had changed since she'd endured the dmeons touch. Even if she remained uncorrupted by it, was she still strong? Or had her time of rest softened her?
 
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With your body finally willing to cooperate the covers are removed to reveal your naked body. What you find surprises you. Your stomach, that part of you that had swelled, that part which looked like it could at the very least house a fully grown person, it was now as tight as it had ever been. No sign of your previous pregnancy exists. No stretch marks, no misshapen flesh, all that remained was a light soreness that spread throughout your abs and the very vivid memory of the ordeal you were forced to endure. A more thorough exam yields no other injuries. Your throat is a little dry but not raw from the massive orgy you had to swallow, your anus only twitches slightly as it remembers the half dozen or so appendages stuffing themselves into your bowels, and your folds are as tight as you remember even after being deflowered and used so very well.

But something doesn't quite feel right. Your body is as fit as it has ever been, and you can feel your strength steadily returning with each passing second, but you can't help but feel that something about you has changed. You no longer hear the demon's voice echoing through your head, and you no longer feel that enticing, almost alluring pull that held such sway over your soul, but something lays hidden, buried within your deepest recesses and refusing to show itself.

"Good morning, Love." That voice catches you off guard. You had been so preoccupied with your self-exam that you failed to notice the door quietly opening as someone softly stepped inside. Even without seeing her enter that feminine voice sounded familiar, and when you look you find the woman who took your virginity standing before you. Her body is one full display, her body once more fully female, and as she proudly presents herself you can tell she's already quite aroused as she ogles your exposed features. "The Master will be pleased to learn you are finally awake. But..." The rather lecherous look in her eyes tell you exactly what she's thinking before she even says it, but she still walks closer to your bed and practically climbs on top of you. Her body hovers over yours, and even though you can see her straining to keep herself from indulging her perverted desires she merely waits and speaks in a low and sultry tone. "We don't NEED to let him know just yet..." Her lips start to slowly descend, and if you do nothing you'll soon be forced into a kiss.
 
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Sera stares down at her body for a moment, such that she doesn't notice the woman enter the room until she speaks, at which point the elfs eyes dart to her immediately. She remained mostly motionless as the nude woman climbed over her, Seras expression one of confusion until her nudity, her words and the sultry tone with which they were delivered finally sunk into the elf girls mind. Unfortunately, by that time, the womans head had already sunk down to meet hers, pressing her lips against Seras with by now obvious intent. Her head weakly tried to pull away, but she could still only barely move, her struggles weak and halfhearted.
 
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With her lips finally catching your own you find her merely pressing herself against, her touch light and delicate and strangely warm and inviting. She continues this slow pace, her mouth lovingly teasing your own while her body hovers just over your own. When you try to pull your head away it causes the woman to smile and pull back. She stares into your eyes, the vibrant green so full of life that it tells you she is not a mindless creature possessed by her own desires. She is a willing soul that basks in the sweet warmth of pleasure, revels in sexual release, wallows in the wonders of the flesh and seeks to bring herself to higher peaks than she has ever known. And now she has you, her lustful appetite centered solely on you as she giggles over your nude form. "Playing hard to get, I see. How cute..."

She lowers herself once more, her entire body now pressing against you as her lips start to trace along your jaw. "But I remember what you told me last night." She plants small kisses up to your ear, and once there she starts to lightly nibble and trace it out to its point. "How you wanted me to give you your freedom." She starts traveling back down, her mouth now attacking your neck where it meets your shoulder. "And I remember how you welcomed me." She pulls herself upright, her legs straddling your waist. "How your folds opened and accepted me..." Her hands fall to your chest, and she starts to massage and fondle your pliant flesh with an expert touch. "How your pussy gripped me so tightly..." Her touch became stronger, and she trapped each nipple between her fingers so she could lightly pinch and twist them. "...and quivered in ecstasy as I plowed right through you!" One of her hands rose to her own breast to play with herself, and as you watched her get excited simply from remembering your previous encounter she starts rubbing her dripping sex up and down your toned stomach. "Of fuck, it was Heaven!"

For a full minute you are forced to watch her work herself into a fury, your body trapped beneath her writhing form as she continues to play with herself. Her head rolls back, her eyes closing as she focuses on the simple memory of the pleasure she describes. Her moans start to fill your ears. Her cries of passion strengthen as she starts to buck against your taut muscles. You almost wonder if she's going to peak right on top of you before she stops and slumps, her hands bracing her body as they plant themselves right beside your head. Her dark hair falls forward and blocks you from catching her face, but the way her chest heaves with each breath tells you she's struggling to keep herself under control.

Only a few seconds pass before she lifts her head. Her hair parts to reveal her excited face, and as she smiles at you with mischief in her eyes one of her fingers starts to trace along your curves until she meets the juncture where her flesh meets your own. But she presses further, her hand sliding past her mound to stop rest at your cleft. She starts to draw little circles all around your jewel, and as she does you feel something within you start to awaken. "Would you like to know what Heaven feels like?"
 
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Seras eyes widen as the woman mentions the previous night, recognition finally dawning on her slowly recovering mind. This was the woman who had taken her virginity, and the elfs eyes quickly dart down, searching for the penis that had felt so wonderful inside of her, a mixture of fear and excitement fighting within her mind. But... It hadn't been present a moment ago, had it? No, it was gone, though the hows of its earlier presence and its current absence grew at the back of Seras thoughts.

Memories swirled through her as the woman kissed at her ears, and when her hands touched Seras chest, her nipples were already hardened to points, and the elven girl moaning softly when they were pulled and pinched and twisted by the amorous womans hands. Her body bucked and rolled as the woman above her ground her wet flower against the elfs body. Gasps and moans of pleasure escaped Seras lips, her resistance negligible at best, and she practically screamed when the womans finger began dancing around her jewel. "Yes..." She muttered, before any rational part of her mind could get any say in the matter.
 
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At your answer her smile turns downright wicked, a happy chuckle sounding in her throat as she hovers right over you. "You're going to love it!" Her finger returns to teasing your jewel. She continues to rub the pad of her index in small circles, your protective hood getting a full blown massage as little by little she coaxes your clit out into the open. The moment it pops free her tactics change, and the finger that was worrying you so now slowly and gently flicks your nub from underneath. A white hot spark blasts through your mind, and as it does she leans her head down to bring her mouth to your ear once more. "That's it, Love." She continues her exquisite torture, and you can feel your crown reaching out farther than it ever has before. "Just let your body act on its own." She continues to play with you, each touch feeling longer and longer while those sensations keep growing and growing.

For a moment you feel like she's dragging your crown straight out of your body, but when you suddenly feel her stop only to lightly grip it within the palm of her hand you learn just how right that feeling was. "Isn't it magnificent?" Her hand dances all around your newly formed cock. "It's the Master's gift to us all." For a couple more minutes she simply touches you and lets your body adjust to the brand new sensations that are no doubt running through your mind. But soon enough her hand abandons its efforts only to be replaced by her cleft. Her folds slide up and down your length, and her arousal starts to coat your flesh while she grinds herself to the brink of her peak.

As her moans become more frantic her rhythm starts to slow. She eventually calms down to a near crawl as she grinds her clit against the sensitive underside of your cock's head. For a few seconds she simply sits there, her body shaking ever so slightly as she fights to keep her body under control, but then her eyes catch yours. She stares into you, every ounce of her being demanding your attention while her body starts to lift. You can't help but stare as she lines yourself with your throbbing member, and as she hovers over you a sudden feeling starts to overwhelm you. Your hands feel as if they need to rise and grab this woman by her waist. Your hips suddenly beg you to thrust and claim the prize that taunts you. You want to pick her up, throw her to the bed, and fuck her until she screams for mercy. "Go ahead, Love. Claim what's rightfully yours."
 
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Sera moans and mewls uncontrollably as the woman rubs her jewel, her hips shifting weakly as she is stimulated, but when she feels her jewel begin to lengthen she ceases making her noises and looks down, her green eyes wide. The elven girl is clearly shocked into speechlessness by her new appendage, right up until she feels those hands rubbing and stroking it, at which point her groaning returns. Throughout the womans ministrations, both form her hands and from her womanhood, Sera remains passive, still too shocked to take any active participation in the acts. She only watched and felt as her partner ground her petals against her length, pushing both of them toward a climax. As she slowed, shaking, Sera stared up at her with a look of confusion and anger, the urge to grab her hips and force her down onto the elfs she-cock only fought off by the greatest effort of will on her part.

"Go ahead, Love. Claim what's rightfully yours." At those words, the very last of her inhibitions, as well as Seras physical weakness, evaporated. With a low growl, she grabbed the woman by her hips and simultaneously thrust upward with her hips and pulled her down, hilting herself into her partners folds instantly. The elven girl throws her head back and screams in pleasure, very nearly cumming right there as her member was wrapped within the womans soft folds. She begins bucking furiously up into the woman, moaning lewdly as her hips slap into the womans cleft, until after barely more than a minute, Sera unleashes another primal scream of passion and explodes into the womans pussy. A torrent of burning hot cream shoots up into her womb, her rod throbbing with every squirt of thick goo, lasting almost half a minute before Sera finally relaxes. Her girl-cock is still rock hard and embedded in the womans hole, but even as she shakes from the after-effects of her climax she begins to thrust up into her again, very softly and weakly as the last squirts of her cum are sucked out of her.
 
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The moment you hilt yourself, the moment you drive your rigid length into her folds and force her hips to slam against yours the woman arches her back and screams in pure ecstasy. Her cry nearly overcomes your own, but it doesn't matter. That primal moan is nothing compared to the sudden pressure clamping down on your trapped prick. Her velvety insides squeeze your dick for all its worth as she starts to cum, your own resistance starting to falter as her muscles soon start to pulse around your member as they tried to coax your own release straight out of your body. It's a near miracle that you manage to hold back, and that control is rewarded when you start to buck into her at your furious pace. The rapid-fire thrusts send her body into overdrive, her flesh gripping you tightly as you saw through her slit with wild abandon.

Each time you slam your self upwards her moans are hushed as if you were knocking the wind right out of her. The harder you thrust the tighter she becomes, her body seemingly desperate to feel your release as she drives you closer and closer to your inevitable climax. It only take a few more seconds until the know that holds you back starts to break. One final push finally causes your resistance to snap, and as you hold her down you feel yourself expanding before the first jet erupts from your dick. The moment you paint her insides she howls in complete bliss, a small bit starting to leak out from around your cock even as a second and third stream fill her insides. The full half minute it takes to finally empty yourself feels like a blissful eternity compressed into nothing more than a fleeting moment. It leaves your head swimming in pleasure even after your erection refuses to die down, and as you bask in this small afterglow you can feel your lover still pulsating around your member, her body instinctively milking you for every last drop.

Still impaled by your impressive length the woman is content to simply hover there, her body swaying in post-coital bliss. She looks serene and satisfied, almost zen-like as she basks in her afterglow, but the moment you give her your first weakened push a sudden gasp escapes her lips as her entire body tenses once again. Your can feel yourself stirring her insides, the mix of your liquids and her own simply adding to the wonderful sensations you feel as her soft flesh starts to grip and massage your prick once more. "Lo... Aaah! L-Love..." For a moment the look on her face makes you wonder if she's going to ask you to stop, but her almost pained expression does nothing to keep her from gyrating her hips in time with your rhythm. "Love... I'm... All yours..." Her words can only come out in between pants. "Do... Whatever... You want... With me..."
 
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Seras thrusts are initially light as her head still swims with the pleasure of her orgasm, but as she looks up at the womans expression, the elf stops, and pulls her hips back until her member slides out of her partners womanhood. She closes her eyes, panting quietly in an effort to recover not only her stamina, but her senses. After about a minute, she opens her eyes again and quietly says; "Who.... Who are you?" She immediately regretted the phrasing of the question, and mumbles for a second before saying; "What's your name?" Her eyes widen suddenly as the full weight of what had happened last time she'd been conscious hits her, and Sera says, slightly louder; "Where are we? What... What happened?"
 
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