Author: Julie Hypnotic
Title: Cold Stone
Summary: A demon's possession of a woman.
Keywords: FMMMMM, oral, anal, supernatural, rough, cumshowers, slut, demons

COLD STONE
By
Julie Hypnotic

(This was written for a special friend and former writing partner, Lita, with whom I share 
some bizarre fantasies, many of which are revealed in this story.  Welcome to our world 
of demon lovers, blood play, deep anal, cumshowers, and a tiny bit of male / male sex.  Not much, 
I promise.  Feedback wanted and much appreciated.  As usual, I present this unedited.  
Sorry, folks.)

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Lita raised her head as consciousness returned.  The full moon shone in her eyes and no 
sound aside from the occasional whisper of wind-blown leaves reached her ears.

Where am I? She wondered, not quite able to discern her surroundings.  There was no 
hint of fear, no apprehension, just a dull ache in the small of her back and a persistent 
throb in her crotch.  Her wits returned a little at a time, and she saw that she was in a 
clearing surrounded by large, graceful pines with the alluring scent of honeysuckle filling 
her senses.   Naked and alone, she watched the trees sway above her, startled by the 
desire that coursed through her body.  The branches tumbled overhead, as if beckoning to 
forces unknown to the girl.  She trembled. 

Underneath her, the cold stone slab she lay upon soon warmed from the heat of her body 
and she knew she hadn't been there very long.  Her wrists and ankles were anchored 
somehow to this monument...

(alter?)

...and she found she could only move a few inches up or down.  No side to side 
movement was allowed no matter how she tried.  At last becoming alarmed, she sought to 
free herself from her bonds, tugging and twisting with all her might.  For her trouble, she 
received sharp pain and blood flow as the ropes that secured her bit deeper into her skin.

Exhausted, she lay still.  Distant voices began to filter through to her and she looked 
around, though there was nothing to see.  Lita panicked, struggling harder as the voices 
neared, yet excited by this unknown approach.  She wondered if she was dreaming.  
Sending her dark hair flying, she shook her head from side-to-side.  Still, the voices, the 
chanting, and the dreamy quality persisted.  Frustrated, she lay still and waited as her 
heart pounded hard inside her chest.

At last, the limbs parted and the source of the voices began to emerge.  She counted five 
of them.  All men, all bald, and all wearing dark robes.  Her vaginal muscles began to 
contract around nothing more than insubstantial air as they approached, heads down, 
chanting softly.   Lita calmed herself, floating on a wispy cloud of need.  She relaxed her 
body as the feeling that this had happened before took over.

The leader of the robed men...

(priests?)

...approached, carrying a tray and not meeting her gaze.  He spoke softly and though the 
words were unrecognizable, she felt the power they contained.  He bent, set the tray down 
and looked her full in the face.  She gasped.  His eyes were dark, bent on some inner 
thought, some divine aspect of the scene that Lita could not grasp.  He emanated warmth 
and brought a hand above her prone body.  It held a flask.

The other priests gathered close, still whispering their soft words and not looking upon 
her.  The front of their robes stood out straight and Lita realized they all sported massive 
erections.  Helplessly, a groan escaped her lips.

The leader spoke, "I am Morgan.  We are here to draw the Divine One, and you will help 
us.  Know this." and his eyes bored into her, "before this night is through, each of these 
priests will have used your body.  You may not enjoy all of this attention, but you will be 
rewarded with a place by His side for eternity.  A bride you will be, to further His line."  
Chanting again, he tilted the bottle and tiny drops of cold red wine splattered upon Lita's 
flesh.

The robes were removed and the priests approached.  They touched her body, drawing 
circles in the wine, pulling it along her skin as if she were a canvas upon which they 
painted.  She watched fearfully as their huge cocks bobbed up and down but she felt 
herself grow moist with lust.  Their hypnotic chanting drove the seed of desire further 
through her soul, until she ached for some untold penetration.

Morgan emptied his flask onto her skin and each of the priests took a turn at a new flask, 
drinking deeply, and uttering harsh cries as the laced spirits entered their bloodstreams.  

Morgan took hold of Lita and dragged her up the length of cold stone until her head 
dangled from its end.  He threw off his robe with a flourish and brandished, in one hand, 
his huge penis.  His eyes were slits, impossible to read, and he forced her lips open with a 
hand on her chin.  Lita gulped air and attempted to squirm but he held her fast and 
brought the head of his cock near her mouth.

She fought.  Disoriented and frightened, she struggled as the invading appendage sought 
its way through her lips.  The scent of him was maddening; her body betrayed her as his 
slit produced a single drop of clear, unbearably sweet fluid that coated her lips and 
whetted her appetite.  

More!  Her body begged.  More!  

Weakening from the power of her desire, she tried once more to force her head away, but 
Morgan muttered under his breath and gave a vicious thrust. She gagged and tried to twist 
clear of his grasp, but he was strong and she was helpless.  Smoothly, his cock entered 
her lips, floated across her tongue, and probed the back of her throat, along the way 
exciting every nerve ending she possessed.  The continued murmurs of the priests 
soothed her terror and hungrily, she gave in, accepting Morgan's cock.

The lesser priests' touches grew more frenzied.  They pushed and prodded at Lita, 
drawing their hands up and down her limbs and breathing loudly.  One of them encircled 
her tight nipples and began to pump.  Up and down the fingers flew, causing her to cry 
out against the cock in her mouth, begging her captors for more.  More hands, more 
touches, more everything, and soon as if in answer to her cries, a finger trailed its way up 
the hot skin of her thigh.  She held her breath, suffering the unending barrage of 
Morgan's slick member scraping the roof of her mouth and desperately wanting that 
floating finger to press harder and enter her deepest cavity.

Morgan grew impatient with her confusion.  He slipped free and tilted a flask above her 
face until cool red liquid filled Lita's mouth.  She choked and tried to spew the offending 
fluid from her lips, but Morgan's hand covered her face and she was forced to drink.  
After her struggles quieted and her mind grew foggy, he slid his cock back inside her 
mouth and gave a small groan of satisfaction.

Below her, the priests were growing frantic. She heard their muffled moans and felt their 
wandering fingers.  A hot blast of lust filled her body as the drug sped through her 
system, and she thrust her hips rapidly, seeking the ultimate culmination.  Without her 
awareness, her lips became a circle and her throat a vacuum as she sought to empty 
Morgan of his vital force.  Sucking deeply, she allowed him to maneuver until the 
entirety of his cock was seated in her throat.  

His face was a grimace of pleasure as he gave in to the base, human desires inside him.  
Roughly, he grasped her throat and pumped his hips.  Lita moaned as his cock left her 
airway.  She sucked in huge gulps of air and lifted her head in search of his meat.  
Morgan gave a grim smile and obliged her by slipping back inside.

Her body was truly on fire.  She burned with need and whimpered between the energy 
charged thrusts of Morgan's cock.  The priests became more familiar with her and she 
felt one of them take her hand and wrap it around his penis.  She gripped and allowed 
him to control the pressure of her fingers as she succumbed to an orgy of lust and ran her 
fingers through his precum.  Another priest began to slide his cock against the outside of 
her right thigh. She quivered in sensory overload.

A word from Morgan and all movement aside from his stopped.  He bore down, leaning 
slightly forward while the other priests watched and moved his cock swiftly in and out of 
her lips.  Groaning in protest, and silently willing the others to touch her once more, Lita 
sucked hard.  She felt his hot skin rush across her tongue; she felt its texture and the 
insistent way it throbbed within her mouth.  His release was nearing, she could tell, yet 
she wished to delay it and so allowed her teeth to touch down at the base of his shaft.  
Morgan gasped and tried to break free, but Lita held on with all her might.  

Morgan's hands snaked down to her neck once more and his grip grew tight and hard.  
She could not breathe against his clutches, but the fire in her pussy was building to an 
undeniable plateau.  She wanted to cum more than anything.  Working her muscles as 
best she could, Lita clenched her thighs and rocked hard, knowing that climax for her was 
imminent if left to her own devices for just a moment longer.

But Morgan was insistent.  He choked her harder and tightened his ass, loosening her 
hold and sending the head of his cock the last few measures into her throat.  He slipped 
past her tonsils until his pubic hair was pressed roughly into her chin, his heavy testicles 
charging her senses with their sharp, sexual aroma.  Lita struggled as the world around 
her grew dark, yet her cunt knew victory for as the darkness crept closer, she exploded in 
pleasure, writhing helplessly upon the cold stone, her pussy clutching frantically at empty 
air.  Morgan flexed his cock in her throat a few times then withdrew.  Gradually, her 
breath returned and the world grew light once more.

"Watch, my brethren."  Morgan's voice was husky with desire.  "Watch closely, for the 
Master has gifted me with a volume unlike any of you have ever witnessed.  I will drown 
this girl in my seed and you will all enjoy watching her drink from me."

Lita returned to the task at hand, her body temporarily sated.  She opened her throat, 
emitting tiny moans, and relished the feel of Morgan's cock slipping into her mouth.  Her 
excited mind imagined the picture she made, saliva running down her face as that 
spectacular cock fitted itself perfectly into her oral opening.  Lust began to grow within 
her again, and she thirsted for the Divine Drink she knew was coming.

Still holding her neck with both of his hands, Morgan fucked deeply into her mouth.  Lita 
rejoiced and took all that he gave her, mindless of the need for air or the world around 
them.  Without warning, he withdrew again leaving her mouth hollow and cold.  Lita 
cried out and lifted her face to him, but he only stared.

"The Master does not like games little one.  Do not test Him, or me, for you will regret it.  
Do you want me inside your mouth?"  He asked.  "Speak!"

"Yes!  Please, give it back to me," she begged.

He laughed and his eyes grew darker, but he benevolently slipped back into her warmth, 
sighing as she engulfed him without hesitation.  

"Pump my brothers.  Pump yourselves hard for there will be more to expend inside the 
body of this girl."

The priests gathered close, each one lifting his cock and stroking it in her direction.  Lita 
squirmed, attempting to inch closer, longing to feel the shower of seed that would soon 
cover her body.  Silently, they pumped hard, coaxing their juice to begin the rise from 
testicles, to cock, to Lita.

Morgan was in control and she willingly relinquished to him what should have been hers 
alone.  He filled her mouth with his hardness, and she groaned her encouragement.   
Quickly, he pressed into her, slowly, he retracted, and Lita knew depths of frustration she 
had never felt before.  She concentrated, watching his face for signs of climax for her 
thirst had reached enormous proportions.

"It is coming little one.  Your drink, your elixir, your birth fluid.  Prepare yourself, child."  
He wheezed, his voice low and deep.  

Lita responded by sucking harder, caressing his shaft with velvet strokes of her slick 
tongue, her throat truly becoming a soul vacuum.  Her eyes grew wide as she felt him 
expand in her mouth, causing her lips to stretch until they began to crack.  His balls were 
tight and hot against her forehead and she readied herself, her cunt once more wet and 
craving penetration.  Oh, to have this monster inside me, she thought, and her voice 
reduced itself to a needy whimper as she gurgled around his member.

Guttural groans slipped from Morgan's throat.  He buried his trembling meat in her 
mouth and allowed his fingers to caress her cheeks.  

"Yes, my child.  It comes.  He comes.  Drink!"  He hissed.

And then he was squirting and Lita was struggling to keep up.  Again and again, thick 
streams of creamy semen flew from his cock.  He moaned and worked his hips, driving 
his ejaculating shaft deeper than ever and watching her squirm to take it all. When her 
lips could contain no more and her throat could no longer keep up, the viscous white fluid 
overflowed in enticing rivers of white and trailed down her cheeks.  She coughed a little 
and an inch of him retracted, allowing her to recover enough to suckle once more.  And 
suckle she did, thirsty, insane with lust, and craving him with all her energy.

Letting his head fall back in pleasure, Morgan signaled quietly and four pairs of hands 
began to open her thighs.  Still she drank, swallowing rapidly to consume every ounce of 
the supreme liquid offered to her.  The priests opened her and their hands inched higher.  
Lita jerked as they found her cunt, each one tugging hard at her lips, her clitoris, her 
entire groin.  She lifted her hips the few inches her bonds would allow and her legs fell 
open.   Savagely, fingers began to enter her and she welcomed each fiery touch.  Ignoring 
the pain, almost welcoming it, she made herself be still and at last, one hand found and 
stayed with her swollen clitoris.

Lita closed her eyes, swallowing shot after shot of Morgan's cum as that lone hand 
stroked intently.  The rest of the world was forgotten.  There was only Morgan, his 
delicious cock, his followers, and the pleasure that shot along her nerve endings.  It rolled 
over her slowly, building to a high, then spreading through her body, and still Morgan 
came.  Just when the rise grew to be unbearable, Lita fell hard into orgasm.  Morgan 
slipped free and showered her with the rest of his seed, the priests following suit, and 
soon Lita was cumming endlessly, quivering as the pleasure grew, relishing the feel of 
hot jets of milky semen striking her body.  

All but one of the priests ejaculated onto her. The one who touched her clitoris, giving 
her the gift of unselfish pleasure, merely continued to stroke.  Lita gasped and lurched 
against her bonds, forgetting about the inevitable blood, and searching for his face.  As 
she settled down, her cunt releasing fluid in short blasts, she smiled at him tenderly and 
felt love grow in her breast.  

"You!  You have been chosen.  Enter her now so that He may enter you."  Morgan 
commanded of Lita's thoughtful lover as the rest of the priests pushed her body down 
until her buttocks hung just off of the opposite end of the alter.  Two of them lifted her 
legs and spread her open until she moaned in pain.  She was exposed, her pussy ready for 
penetration, her body hungry for it.  

The young man paused at her feet and drew his hands up the soft thigh flesh that lay open 
for him.  He caressed her so tenderly that tears filled Lita's eyes.  Morgan issued a 
warning and commanded the other priests to give her lover another drink from the tainted 
flask.  Lita understood that the result would likely mean her lover's tenderness would 
disappear, but her pussy was burning too hot to care.  All she wanted was to be fucked 
and fucked hard.

The man growled and threw his head back, the drug releasing his primal lust.  When he 
looked at her again, his eyes glittered darkly.  Lita gulped and held her breath.  

His tenderness was indeed gone.  He bent forward and drove his cock into her.  Hard and 
fast, he penetrated and pushed until blood flowed from inside her.  Lita screamed, the 
pain sharp and punishing, but the pleasure intense beyond words.  She shoved back at 
him, wishing to lift her legs and lock them about his waist until her own momentum 
matched his, but her bonds pulled her back into place and her cuts ran freely.  

Even so confined, Lita's fucking was fierce.  Mindless of the pain and blood, she 
struggled to take him all the way inside her pussy.  Without reservation, she gave every 
bit of her body over to him, and to Morgan, and to the rest of her naked priests.  Her 
groans were loud and hot, inciting the priests to fresh frenzy as her lust engorged vocal 
cords rendered her sounds husky.

Morgan chanted once more and the moon slid behind a cloud.  Above her, the unknown 
man slowed his pace, hissing his pleasure out in tiny moans before ceasing all movement.  
As Lita gazed at him, his face grew as still as the stone upon which she lay and his eyes 
lit up as if a force had taken him.  

"No!" she cried, "please no!  Fuck me.  I beg you, please fuck me!"

"Hush girl." Morgan whispered.  "We tire of your prattle.  Lucas is infused now, filled 
with His Presence.  Feel It enter you.  Feel It change you, and be grateful.  We do not 
have long to wait now."

Lucas jerked once, sending his still swollen cock back into her pussy.  She sighed at first 
and moved closer, but then she saw the man above her start to change.  His face twisted 
into a parody of himself as he began to transform.  His eyes were amber points of light 
that cast reflections upon her blood smeared skin and his head seemed to grow large 
before her gaze.  

"No, no.  What's happening?"  Lita whispered.

Lucas glared at her and Morgan uttered a warning for silence.  She obeyed, turned on and 
revolted at the same time, as her lover became... something else.  

"Watch my brethren.  Watch and see.  Know that the time is at hand.  This night will be 
the mark, indeed the anniversary, of our new lives and this brave girl makes it possible."  
Morgan chanted.  

Lucas growled and Lita saw twin points...

(horns?)

...emerge from his scalp.  She screamed and tried to twist free, abandoning her desire, her 
need, her lust.  Fear had overcome those things and escape was all that she could think of.  
Lucas placed his hand upon her mouth to silence her.  He leaned close and nuzzled his 
face into her neck as his transformation continued.  She laid still and quiet, only her gasps 
for breath and pounding heart rending the silence in the air.

When next she looked upon him, the man Lucas was gone, and the demon Lucas stood in 
his place.  Lita swooned and fell into unconsciousness.

(wake up)

(awake, my bride)

(do not be afraid.  come to me now)

She wanted to sleep.  Her body was tired and uncomfortable, but hands tugged at her; 
they moved her; they lifted her, they repositioned her.  Very slowly, she opened her eyes.

The moon was there again, lighting the clearing and revealing all in awesome detail.  
Looking first at her body, she saw that the ropes were gone.  Decorating her flesh were 
countless cuts, some tiny, some large, and blood shone starkly against the white of her 
skin.  It was still fresh, still running, and the sight of it stirred her libido once more.

...I bled for you, my darling...

(I know)

...I bleed still...

(Yes, my queen)

...I want to bleed more.  For you... 

(You will)

Lita raised her eyes and smiled upon her Love.  Lucas returned the smile, though His was 
more a grimace.  Together they spoke, but only the two of them could hear.  Around 
them, the priests were bowed and resting on their knees in worship.  Lita struggled to sit 
and Lucas assisted her gently.

"Did we...?" she began.

"No.  You must be awake for that, but my patience wears thin.  I yearn to complete the 
act."

"Me too, Lucas."

Lucas inclined his head toward Morgan in signal and together the priests lifted her body 
and turned her over while Lucas stood in waiting.  Lita's heart beat swiftly against her 
ribcage and she could not halt her shivers of anticipation.  She did not know what was 
going to happen to her; she knew only compliance and an eagerness to serve.

Morgan stood near Lucas, tense and waiting for signals from his Master.  Lita could not 
understand the syllables that flew from Lucas's mouth but she saw the other priests 
scramble into position in response.  They raised her to her knees and she felt the cold 
stone dig into her flesh, but she welcomed the cleansing pain.  

From the tray that Morgan had brought, a dagger was produced.  Though it was clearly 
made of steel, it had no luminescence, seeming to detract light; almost to absorb it, and 
no reflections glittered from its surface despite the full moon.  It lay in Morgan's hands, 
dark and lusterless, but still it stood out as if in relief to the night world they occupied.  
Its handle was ornately carved and Lita felt the presence of "old" as she looked upon it.  

Morgan bowed his head and held the dagger out to Lucas.  Once the Master gripped the 
handle, it began to glow.  He approached the quivering girl, reached underneath her, and 
laid the blade against her belly.  Lita gasped as it burnt its shape into her skin.  Startled, 
but spellbound, she saw tendrils of smoke rise from her body and she writhed in agony, 
wondering only how a metal blade exposed to the cool night air could be so hot.

Lucas captured her chin in His hand and lifted her face to His.  His handsomeness was 
gone, but Lita was enamored of Him all the same.  Her eyes traced the horns that 
protruded from His skull and she smiled tenderly as His grin revealed sharp fangs where 
teeth had once been.

"My lover," she whispered.

"My Queen," He responded.

The moment gone, Lucas tilted her head back roughly until her neck screamed in protest 
as He moved the blade to her throat.  The priests held her still.  Lucas's harsh voice 
uttered chants in a singsong sound that belied His brutal appearance and very slowly, He 
dipped the blade into an artery in her neck.  

Lita cried out.  She felt the burning blade push against her tightened skin; she felt its hot 
entrance as it slipped inside her, opening her vein and allowing her clean blood to flow in 
a single river of perfection.  

Lucas lifted her limp body and settled His mouth against the opening.  He sucked hard 
and like a hiss of hot air, Lita heard her life force begin to trickle from her to her Master.  
She sighed, allowing herself to drown in bliss.

Behind her, Morgan organized an assault.  He positioned one of the lesser priests, holding 
the man's huge and erect cock against the opening to Lita's ass.  She began to moan and 
press back against the appendage.  Morgan directed the priest, who was lost in the throes 
of religious ecstasy.  He told the priest to fuck himself into the girl.  He told him to rip 
her open, and to spare no tenderness.  

"The girl must be subjugated. She must be broken down and built anew, clean and pure 
for Master."  His instructions grew harsh and Lita felt the man behind her tremble.  "Fuck 
the girl.  Fuck her asshole.  Cleanse her for the One we worship."  Impatience seeped in,  
"Do it now!"

With a mighty thrust, the priest pushed and Lita felt a rending occur.  She screamed, 
releasing a fresh burst of blood into the mouth of her Master.  Lucas groaned and drank 
from her.  She saw Him change once more as He grew large before her eyes, His back 
bending to accommodate His new height.  From behind Him, a tail began to emerge and 
Lita watched, fascinated, as it grew and twisted around Lucas as if it were not attached to 
His body.  The tail snaked up and touched Lita's belly, stroking her breasts, lapping at her 
nipples with its forked end.  Behind her, the priest in her asshole fell into rapture and 
plunged his cock deeper into her ass.

"Oh!  Oh, Master!  Oh Master!  Oh!"  She cried.

The pain was immense, but Lita felt herself give way to it; she welcomed it, became part 
of it, and its power moved her to tears.  She pushed against the priest, careful not to 
dislodge her beloved from His feast, and fucked the lesser priests' cock enthusiastically.  
She heard the man groan, felt him grip her buttocks until they bled as he ruthlessly 
hammered into her, and she waited anxiously for the release of his seed knowing that she 
would grow strong from it to better feed her Master.

Lucas had doubled in body size.  Staggering as though drunk on Lita's blood, He lifted 
His head and peered over her shoulder grunting His pleasure at seeing His Queen impaled 
so mightily.  He growled and threw His head back as His forked tail caressed Lita's 
nipples.  

The priest shuddered and cried out as his cum exited his body.  He plunged once more 
and held on as he climaxed inside her.  Lita whispered encouragement as the power of his 
ejaculation filled her.  She reached down and guided her Master's head back to her neck.

"Drink, my Love.  Grow strong for me."  

Lucas settled His lips around her seeping slit like a nursing child and Lita prepared 
herself for the next assault.  

Morgan acted swiftly, and Lita saw, through her detached mind, that Morgan's body 
quivered and his cock had reached a state of hardness unlike any she had ever seen.  He 
shoved the second priest into place and urged him to enter the girl's asshole.  The spent 
priest that had just vacated her hole bent his head to lick away his excess semen, which 
had escaped from around the new intruder.  

Lita squealed in delight, and empowered now, thrust her small ass rapidly, sucking the 
new cock deep into her cavity and squeezing her muscles around him.  She was anxious 
to fuck her Master and wished to speed up this maddening process.

The tail that had so wonderfully stroked her nipples moved to her pussy, its slightly 
feathered edges brushing her clitoris until it grew taut and rose up from her labia.  It 
throbbed and trembled and Lita moaned softly.  Lucas slowed His suction and teased her 
cut with His tongue.  The feeling was pleasure undefined and Lita wallowed in it while 
her hips and tight ass reduced the second fucking priest to a mass of pure sensation.  The 
man called out his orgasm and bent low over her, emptying with unrestrained pleasure 
deep into her ass.

Lucas slid from His place at her neck, sated and nearly full.  He moved to slide under her, 
bellowing new orders to His faithful servant, Morgan.  Lita felt the heat of the blade as it 
pierced again, nearly swooning as it dipped into the femoral artery of her left thigh.  She 
knew this could extinguish her life, but she trusted Master to know what He was doing 
and so she accepted only the pleasure it gave, rejecting the fear.  

Her Master sighed and drank from the new cut and Lita suffered waves of dizziness.  
Before her eyes, Lucas's cock came into view as He shifted his position beneath her.  It 
was truly massive.  It climbed up from a thick bed of softly curling hair; it pulsed visibly 
and glowed a subtle red, as if about to tap into a cauldron of lava.  Lita's mouth watered 
and she opened her lips at the same time that Morgan's face appeared in front of her.  
Together they shared a knowing look:  one of deep love and desire for their Master.  Lita 
knew that Morgan wished to serve, maybe even more than she did.  With an inclination 
of her head, she signaled her intentions to share her Beloved and together, they began to 
stroke Master's huge cock with their tongues.

Lucas moaned and thrust His hips upward.  His tail continued to play upon Lita's clit as 
He suckled from her thigh.  The third priest was already fucking her ass, his cock perhaps 
the largest yet aside from Master's, and the burning pleasure that it gave her caused her 
movements to become more frenzied.  Lita felt her approach to climax; it lifted her, 
buoying her body high to a place of pleasure she had never visited before.  She thought 
that she would be put to the test to endure the pleasure that fucking Master would give 
her as she could barely withstand the ripples that stabbed her body now.

Morgan inched closer and took Master's cockhead into his mouth.  It excited Lita to 
watch him suck it so desperately. Master moaned, His hot breath coating her legs with 
warmth.  Greedily, she moved to recapture her treasure from Morgan, but Master bade 
her wait.

"Let him suck, my Queen.  It will enslave him to us forever, and we'll have need of such 
a servant."

Regretfully, Lita drew back and fitted her hands around the portion of Master's cock that 
Morgan could never hope to reach.  She allowed herself to move against the dick in her 
ass as she watched Morgan submit to Master just for a taste of His seed.  She admired his 
zeal and vowed to excel above it in order to please Master even better.

Lucas inserted his tongue deeply into the cut on Lita's thigh.  She screamed and squeezed 
harder on the base of His cock, flexing her body hard so as to force more blood from her 
veins into His mouth.  Morgan's eyes grew round and wide as the massive meat inside his 
mouth began to shudder. Lita saw the effect; she saw Morgan's cheeks bulge and then 
contract and she knew a mighty blast was coming.  Morgan groaned and began to suck 
with a fervor that impressed his small audience and at the same time, he gripped his own 
cock and pumped viciously.  

Lita was spinning through the beginnings of orgasm, feeling the huge cock imbedded in 
her asshole piston in, then out again, ripping into her to a place deeper than any of the 
cocks before it had reached.  She bore down, pushing, thrusting, fucking onto that dick.  
Impaling herself over and over.  Sweat dripped from her hair as she strained to consume 
him.  The priests' cock slipped through the last remaining barrier and seated itself into the 
depths of her warm bowels mixing blood with the other fluids that flowed there.  She 
gripped Master's shaft; she pulled the too-hot flesh, jerking it and encouraging Master to 
give Morgan a taste.

Lucas grunted.  It was coming; He was cumming.  Lita rushed the rest of the way toward 
her own pinnacle, and the priest fucking her asshole succumbed to the moist heat that 
caressed his cock.  He and Morgan began to cum as Lita and Master guided the whole 
event.  Lucas stroked His bride's thighs, licked her clitoris alongside His talented tail, and 
as Lita climbed high enough to soar through the sky, Lucas released a massive burst of 
semen into the mouth of His most loyal servant.

Morgan wailed his delight as he tried to contain the volume of that single shot of body 
heated seed.   Delirious with pleasure, and drunk on his Master's elixir, Morgan came 
hard and long, decorating the ground underneath him with blast after blast of cum, his 
face dripping from Master's huge release.

Satisfied, Morgan staggered back and relinquished the coveted prize.  Lita pounced and 
enveloped Master's cock with her mouth.  She pulled at the head, tonguing the slit that 
still oozed precious drops of Master cum.  Lucas growled His pleasure, but there was 
warning in His voice as well.  Risking His wrath, Lita plunged her tongue into His slit 
one final time, trembling violently and pulling one more rope of cum from His body, then 
she let go and lay still, panting.

Movement from beneath her roused her from her pleasure.  She lifted up to allow Master 
freedom and felt herself dumped to the wet ground.  Dawn was about to break and the 
moon was waning.  She glanced down in amazement at her abused body.  Beautiful red 
blood covered nearly all of her skin.  She gasped and admired herself.  Her slender 
thighs, her white skin peeking through vivid red, her engorged clitoris and ravaged 
nipples, all were startling to behold.  Not one part of her body was unmarred and Lita 
thought that she had never appeared lovelier.

Master took her hand and pulled her to her feet, catching her as she swayed.  She barely 
reached His waist He had grown so immense, and that still human part of her quivered in 
a mixture of fear and delight.  He placed her upon the slab and took Morgan by his neck.  
Moving Lita's legs up to expose her pussy and ass, Master drove Morgan's face against 
her asshole.

"Cleanse her!"  He growled.

Morgan's tongue flew from his mouth as he sucked the priests' cum from her asshole.  
Lita inhaled sharply, her sound low and husky.  Master was going to fuck her, now.  She 
would become His for eternity and rule the dark world by His side.  Flutters of 
anticipation caused her body to shiver and she rose up to meet Morgan's tongue, bearing 
down to force the remnants of semen into Morgan's willing mouth.  Power surged 
through her veins as she realized she had the world at her feet, beginning here with 
Morgan and the other priests, and extending to no known boundaries.  High on her status, 
she whispered to Morgan.

"Yes, pet.  Drink it all down.  Suck it from me and swirl it on your tongue.  Taste what 
the followers have sacrificed.  You belong to Master, to me, to Us.  Forever.  From this 
moment on, your will is Ours, your life is Ours.  Forever!"

Morgan continued to suck the cum from Lita's asshole; he was thirsty, hungry, and 
greedy for more.  Lita felt his tongue climb high into her ass, searching, seeking, 
drinking.  She closed her eyes and wallowed in his submission, but Master was ready to 
complete their union.

Roughly, He dislodged Morgan and tossed him to the ground.  As He climbed into place, 
towering above His bride, He issued one last command to Morgan.  

"Suck them!  Suck them all and drink what they give to you."  

Morgan hurried to comply as the priests gathered around holding their cocks out for 
Morgan to suck.  Lita turned her head and watched as he took the priests into his mouth 
one by one; she approved of his compliance and understood that this was a momentous 
turning point for Morgan, as it was for her.  Morgan was proving himself, showing 
Master that he would do anything for Him.  Lita understood the feeling well.

Lucas, her only Master, lowered His head and captured Lita's lips.  He bit and nibbled, 
drawing blood and coaxing her to allow Him to consume her.  She thrived on His touch 
and began to spread her thighs. Master's tongue slipped into her mouth and probed her 
throat as His bride moaned beneath Him.  

At last, He lifted His head and looked into her eyes.  Reaching between them, He placed 
His cock at the entrance to her pussy and began to press.  

"Master!  Oh, Master, please say that it will fit.  Force it if you must; I have to fuck you!"

He nodded, snarling in His passion until His lips revealed those sharp teeth.  Leaning 
forward, He reached under and cupped her buttocks then began a series of hard, but 
undamaging thrusts that allowed His enormous cock to snake its way inside her.

Lita screamed, her voice a beacon in the night; a beacon that drew the attention of night 
creatures lurking in the shadows.  The lightening sky became as black as a raven's wings 
as the air filled with flutters and hisses and slithering movements.  She felt the audience 
approach and trembled with fear, but Master was there to protect her.  He would allow no 
harm to come to His queen.

With a savage growl that pierced all who could hear, Master plunged and finally forced 
His cock into His bride.  He began to fuck her hard and fast, and Lita writhed in the 
ultimate pain.  After a time, as she grew accustomed to His size, she relaxed and put her 
arms around His body.

"My Master.  My Love.  My Husband.  Give me Your seed.  Give me Your child."  

Lucas reacted to her pleas.  He fucked her relentlessly, pounding so hard that her cuts 
were torn anew and fresh blood coated both their bellies.  Lita began to feel the familiar 
and welcome stirrings of pleasure.  She grunted against His belly and worked her hips to 
accept all of him.  Master's tail began to tickle her, sliding its feathery edges across her 
pussy to stab at her clit repeatedly.

"Oh," she moaned.  "Master, I will cum for you soon."

He seized her legs and jerked straight as He lifted Himself upright and thrust quickly into 
her pussy.  His nostrils released torrents of steam and His tail moved down to probe 
against her asshole.  

"Yes!" she hissed.  "Take me there, too, my Love.  Take all of me."

The tail entered her asshole and scissored back and forth, introducing her body to new 
delights as it moved inside her to explore every inner inch of her body.  She was caught 
between two delightful invaders and orgasm was moving swiftly through her body, 
building to a release she doubted she could sustain, yet, she welcomed the chance to try.

Lucas flexed and increased His fucking, making certain that there was no chance His 
seed would escape before its job was done.  The girl's enthusiasm was contagious, 
proving that the priests had done a fine job selecting His queen.  Lita struggled to match 
Master's thrusts but found she could only hang on helplessly as pain and pleasure stole 
her breath and transported her to ecstasy once more.

The priests and the other members of the audience were coupling in randy, frenzied form.  
Voluptuous witches emerged from the shadows with black eyes and creaming cunts.  
They assaulted the suckling Morgan as he slurped down the seed the lesser priests had 
unleashed upon him.  The dark enchantresses took turns mounting Morgan, eliciting high 
cries of delight from him as they rode his cock to orgasm one after another.

Lita concentrated, climax approaching, pleasure climbing unbearably.  She clawed at 
Master's hips and began to scream.  She screamed loud and long, unable to withstand the 
pressure of Master's engorged cock.  He mercilessly drew her closer and moved His hips 
side-to-side as His cock fully entered into her belly.

Master roared when His climax came.  He lifted His head, parted His lips, and howled 
into the night as His lava-like cum flowed uninterrupted into His queen's body.  Lita 
gasped through the final convulsions of her orgasm, only to have it begin again as 
Master's semen boiled her cunt.  His cock grew so wide it applied the most exquisite 
pressure upon her swollen clitoris and with a last, strangled cry of pleasure, Lita 
collapsed in Master's arms, His cum rolling out of her in waves of hot liquid.

When she awoke, she was ensconced safely within His castle.  With wonder, she looked 
around her new home and felt contentment in her dark surroundings.  Within her womb, a 
little Prince had already begun to grow.  Lita stroked her Husband's face and slept.


