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Nine A.M. in the morning. Mommy just finished getting ready to leave for work and enters her children's room to give them a kiss goodbye. Both her boys were still asleep so she simply smiled and kissed their foreheads before leaving the room with the door slightly open. Grabbing her car keys and her purse, Mommy left the hotel apartment, leaving her boys a note explaining she had already gone to work.

As they heard the front door closing, the boys slowly opened one eye and looked at each other. "I think she's gone." Neeko whispered, gently raising his blanket to stare at his brother with a mischievous grin. "We're alone Zoe" He called his brother. Throwing his blanket away and exposed his semi naked body. The only clothes on him being the underwear he had.

Already eager to get the fun started with his brother, Neeko jumped on Zoe's bed. Already attempting to straddle him to the bed. "I wanna do it first today" He declared.

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Zoe was actually still sleeping when his mother came into the boys shared hotel room, but feeling her central kiss on his forehead had awoken him. Stretching out under his warm blankets, Zoe listened to his brother. Looking over at the other bed and rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Zoe watched as Neeko came over to join him in bed. Morning wood had already gotten Zoe's cock hard, so seeing his cute brother crowing the room in nothing but his underwear caused the red haired rabbit's sissy thing to twitch.

"Oh, I want you inside me," Zoe shivered at the thought, as Neeko climbed up and saddled his body. While the covers still separated them, Zoe had no doubt his brother could feel his hard cock rubbing against his bottom. Unlike his brother, Zoe had slipped out of his underwear when he had gotten under his covers for the night. "You know you have to take off your underwear and show me you little cock if you actually want to fuck my little pussy," Zoe teased his brother, moving his hips slightly, so the bulge from his own little thing would rub against his brother. "Plus let's get rid of these covers," Zoe giggled, as he peeled back his blanket to reveal his own naked white furry body and his little dick.

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The morning was starting off great as Neeko smiled that his brother didn't fight him wanting to fuck him first. Usually they would fight as to who fucked who first, but Zoe seemed to be in a more submissive mood today. Grinning, Neeko helped his brother pull the blanket off of him, exposing his fully naked body and his cock twitching in anticipation.

Neeko pulled his underwear down and his own cock jumped out, also hard and eager with anticipation. Laying over his brother, Neeko moved his hips back and forth, rubbing their cocks together and feeling their precum lubing them up as he looked into his brother's eyes. "You look soooo cute when I'm over you like this." He teased him, grabbing both their cocks and stroking them together.

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The cool air of the hotel room did little to stop the warmth that had been building inside Zoe's body. Licking his lips, Zoe got rid of the covers and watched as his brother did the same with his underwear. Seeing his brother's little thing spring free caused Zoe's own naked cock to twitch with need. Zoe loved seeing his brother naked, there was truly nothing as hot or erotic as the sight of his white furred brother all naked.

"You're a pretty cute kitty yourself when you're on top," Zoe teased his brother, as he got back into position on top of him. The feeling of his brother's cock rubbing against his own little thing, sent shivers of pleasure shooting up his spine. The feeling of his brother's dick rubbing against his own was already making Zoe's little sissy cock twitch with pleasure, but feeling his brother's hand wrap around their little cocks caused the slit at the tip to slowly leak his precum. "Neeko," Zoe whimpered, as his brother tugged on his little cock and forced their bodies together. Reaching up, Zoe wrapped his arms around his brother's neck and tilted his head up. "I love you," Zoe whispered their little secret, before pushing his lips into Neeko's.

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"Uhmm..." Neeko hummed in pleasure as his brother pulled him in for a kiss and he kept rubbing their cock. Neeko felt Zoe's tongue invading his mouth and he gave him entrance without hesitating. His own tongue playing with his brother's. After some making out and cock rubbing, Neeko couldn't handle waiting anymore and broke their kiss.

"I love you too Zoe. I love you more than anything." He confessed his own secret as well. Both brothers have been together and doing this kinda stuff for so long even they forgot when this all started. All they knew was that they were in love and they loved each other. "I wanna fuck you all day today. Mommy is going to be away for hours. We have all day to play and make each other feel good." He said, moving his body a bit down and reaching between Zoe's legs and pressing his cock against his brother's bum. With his hands he spread Zoe's butt cheeks and started to push his cock inside his brother's tight little bum hole.

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Zoe loved making out with his older brother, the passion and love that he felt from their incestious kiss ignited something inside him that he could not explain. Moaning Zoe moved his arms into his brother's hair and really give into their passionate kiss. It didn't take much before Zoe was hot and ready to take his brother's cock. "I want you inside me," Zoe whimpered, as they broke their kiss and his brother confessed his love.

The fact that they had all day to themselves didn't excite Zoe as much as it did to look down his tight feminine body to watch his brother release his little dick and move down between his legs. Parting his legs and opening himself up to Neeko, Zoe prepared to give his little boy pussy over to his brother. The little pink bud of Zoe's pussy twitches as his brother placed the cock head against his secret gate. "Neeko," Zoe whimpered, as his brother's cock slowly pushed its way into his body. Pushing his head back into the bed Zoe gave into the burning flames of lust that lashed out inside his core as his tight passage gripped his brother's cock.

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"Ohh... Zoe..." Neeko moaned back as his cock slowly pushed inside his brother's dark passage. He loved the look on Zoe's face as he went inside him and how his warm bum squeezed his cock the further in he went. Neeko didn't stop until his entire length was inside Zoe's butt, then he leaned forward and pressed his body against his, making out with his brother passionately.

"Zoe... I love you Zoe." Neeko moaned into his mouth as they made out and his hips started to move. Going up and down, slowly accelerating and smacking his hips against him. "You feel so goooood Zoe. Ahh... Ahh..."

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Zoe could feel his enter body start to shiver as his brother's cock slide into his tight little passage. There really was nothing that compared to the feeling of Neeko's thick little sissy cock sliding into Zoe's boy pussy. "Mhmm," Zoe moaned, looking up to his brother as his cock finished entering his body and he was fully inside him. With the burning pleasure of lust erupting inside his core, Zoe reached up to wrap his arms around Neeko and pull him into a passionate kiss.

"I love you too," Zoe moaned in reply to his brother, the feeling of his brother's cock moving inside his body causing the words to vibrate through his entire body. The feeling of having his brother on top and deep inside his little sissy boy pussy caused Zoe's own little cock to shiver and twitch against his brother's furred body. "F-fuck me, I want your cum inside me," Zoe moaned, as his brother thrust his cock inside his body and their naked bodies slapped together.

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"Zoe... Zoe..." Neeko moaned his brother's name as they kissed each other in a sloppy manner. His hips moving fast and hard, thrusting his cock deep inside his sissy brother's passage. "I love you! I wanna always be with you!" he exclaimed, their naked bodies rubbing together, sweat starting to form all over them.

Neeko couldn't think of anything he loved more than his brother. He didn't want anyone else besides his brother. They completed each other in such a way that it was impossible for him to see his life without Zoe. "Zoe... can I... can I knot you? I wanna be locked with you" he asked, seeking his brother's permission as he was inches away from cumming.

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The warmth radiating off the brother's naked bodies was truly overwhelming, but it was nothing compared to the fire that burned inside Zoe's core. As his body wrapped around his brother's and pulled him as close as he could, another part of Zoe also started to grip Neeko a little tighter. Feeling his brother's thick little cock pressing against the walls of his sissy pussy and pushing against his pulsing prostate, caused Zoe's tight little passage to shiver and squeeze the invading member. The insides of Zoe's secrete passage was not the only part of his body that he was losing control of as his brother rammed his thick cock deep into his body.

"Cum in me!" Zoe begged his brother, as his own cock started to pulse and come ever closer to its peak. Zoe was surprised that his brother asked if he could stick his knot inside his sissy pussy, after all when would he ever deny him what he wanted. "Knot me, I want you to breed my little pussy," Zoe whimpered, as pleasure started to consume his body and he started to lose all control of his own body. Already so close to the edge, just the feeling of Neeko's thick little cock coming closer and closer to its peak was enough to push Zoe over the edge and cause his little dick to erupt.

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Neeko was already extremely on edge just from fucking his sissy brother and making out. Receiving his permission... no, actually, hearing his begs to be knotted and creampied only served to push Neeko over that edge as he reached his peak. With a single powerful thrust, Neeko shoved his entire cock inside his brother. His fat knot forcing it's way inside and locking the two together. As that happened, Neeko's cock erupted inside Zoe. Filling her inside with his warm sticky cum.

"Yes! Yes! I'll breed you. I wanna knock you up Zoe!" Neeko moaned as he came. Zoe erupted right at the same time, only further showing how even in orgasm, the brothers were in perfect synchrony. Zoe's cock twitched and throbbed as it finally shot out his own seed. Covering himself in his own cum and even hitting Neeko a bit. Moaning in pleasure, Neeko laid his body over his brother. Not caring at all about all his cum and spreading it over both their bodies as he rubbed himself against him.

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Zoe had no way to describe the feelings that exploded through his body as his brother's knot passed the gate of his tight little passage. Locked together with his brother deep inside his body and once more claiming his little sissy pussy as he had done many times before, Zoe shot rope after rope of his little sissy cum onto his stomach. With his eyes closed, Zoe couldn't see his little sissy cock shooting its load onto his brother, not that it bothered Neeko who laid down on top of him. The cum on Zoe's stomach was warm and gooey, but it did not feel the same as the load his brother had emptied into his tight little passage.

"I love you," Zoe whispered to his brother, as he opened his eyes for the first time and looked up into his brother's eyes. Having his brother locked inside his body and on top of him, made Zoe feel complete. In no rush to do anything, Zoe moved his lips to press against his brother's once more. The two boys had all day to do stuff, there was no reason to rush through anything.

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Even after having just orgasmed, Neeko's cock was still rock hard inside his brother's butt, locked in place by his knot. His seed was filling him up and Neeko knew he wasn't going to be free for at least an hour or so. Lovingly accepting his brother's kiss, Neeko softly moved his hips some more, teasing both of them with soft pleasure.

Then he had an idea and grinned. "Let's play our Fuck Breakfast game. Since I'm knotted to you, I'll fuck you while you make us breakfast. And if you can finish making our food cumming only after me, then we switch places and you can knot me after we eat." he suggested, hoping his brother was in the mood to be the one fucking and not just fucked today.

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"Oh, you want some cum covered pancakes?" Zoe giggled, when his brother finished with his making his offer. Smiling Zoe reached a hand down to the tip of his cock. Rubbing his finer across the slit of his cock, Zoe collected a little of his left-over cum. "How about a sneaky taste," Zoe teased his brother, putting his finger against his brother's lips, so that he could taste his gooey sissy cum.

After getting his brother to taste his cum and still stuck together, Zoe worked with Neeko to get out of bed and mover to the hotel suits little kitchenet. There wasn't a lot of room in the small kitchen, but it was enough for both of the boys to fit comfortably as Zoe went about getting everything ready. With a little help from his older brother, Zoe turned around, so he was now facing away from Neeko and could start to cook. Every move they made together, caused Zoe's body to shiver, as his brother's thick little cock rubbed against the walls of his tight passage. "I think I am gonna win," Zoe teased his brother, as he started to work on their breakfast pancakes.

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"You know I love your cum pancakes." Neeko giggled too, happily opening his mouth and tasting the bit of cum his brother offered him. He could never get enough of his brother's taste and always wanted more and more. Together, they made their way out of bed, Neeko's groin locked with Zoe's as they moved to the kitchen.

Once there, the boys used the counter to turn Zoe around so he could actually cook easily. And so, the game started. "Oh you think so?" Neeko teased, confident he could make his brother cum before the pancakes were done. "Well I think you can't resist my cock in your sissy pussy." He teased back, starting to move his hips and fuck Zoe again.

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While it was true that Zoe couldn't resist his brother's thick cock inside his tight little passage, it was also true that he had a competitive side. Trying his best to ignore his brother's teasing, Zoe started to put the ingredients into a bowl. Having grown used to the feeling of his brother's cock only moving slightly inside his tight little boy pussy, Zoe was not prepared to feel his thick cock start to move again.

"Oh Neeko," Zoe whimpered, as his brother's cock started to move a little more inside his body. The feeling of his brother's body grinding into his own caused Zoe to almost spill the entire box of pancake mix into the bowl. Though he managed to not waist the entire box of mix, Zoe did make a little mess. While his sissy cock had started to deflate on the way over to the kitchen, having his brother moving inside him once more caused the little boy cock to jump back to life. "God Neeko, this is n-no fair," Zoe moaned, as he tried to steer up the contents of the bowl in front of him and not give into the burning fire inside his core.

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Neeko had a very confident grin on his face as he kept fucking his younger brother's boy pussy. His cock was still hard as a rock, and he could see his brother's cock also hardening again. Even though it was very tempting for him to grab his cock and jerk his brother at the same time that he fucked him, he knew it wasn't fair and he wanted his brother to at least have a chance.

"Not fair? You accepted the rules. Weren't you so confident that you could win?" He asked Zoe, watching him mix the pancake batter and get a pan ready on the stove. It was an electric stove but Neeko still didn't want to risk hurting his brother, so he toned down the speed of his thrusts, but kept making sure to thrust deep and hard inside him. All he had to do was make Zoe cum before him.

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If Neeko had kept going at his original pass, he might have been able to beat Zoe in their little game. Already Zoe's cock was bobbing and pulsing with need from his brother's cock grinding against his sensitive prostate, but it wasn't enough. Finished mixing, Zoe shifted with his older brother over to the small electric stove.

"I-I think its b-because you weren't moving," Zoe replied to his brother, as he oiled the skillet and turned on the stove. "Now it feels to good," Zoe told his brother honestly, as his little boy pussy tightened around the invading cock and his little cock throbbed and leaked pre. "Fuck Neeko," Zoe moaned, as his brother continued to tease his body in a way only, he could and drive Zoe ever closer to the edge. Slipping the first and then the second pancake, Zoe pushed the feelings of pleasure down and tried his best to hold on to the control of his own body. Not focusing on his brother helped a little and thanks to not giving in, Zoe managed to finish up the pancakes before he reached his peak, even though his cock was throbbing for release.

"You want cream on top of yours?" Zoe asked his brother between moans, he might have won the game, but his brother's thick little cock wasn't about to pop out of his pussy. Zoe would get his reward for beating his brother later, right now he wanted to cum, and he wanted to do it on his brother's breakfast. Taking the plate with his brother's pancakes and holding them in front of his dripping member, Zoe asked his brother for a little help. "If you want cum with your cakes then y-your gonna have to help," Zoe whimpered, as he felt his orgasm building up with each of his brother's movements.

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Neeko slowly started to realize how his game had turned against him. Worried about not being too rough so that Zoe didn't get burned, he wasn't able to fuck him as hard as he wanted as to make him cum first. In just a few minutes, Neeko was already close to his orgasm and Zoe was done with the pancakes.

"Fuck. No fair..." he pouted, starting to fuck him hard again. He lost the game, fair and square, but for now he could continue to pound his brother's boy pussy until he orgasmed all over their pancakes. "I want lots of cream Zoe. Give me a whole bunch." Neeko replied, pounding his ass even harder until he reached his own orgasm. Feeling Zoe up with his seed even more.

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Zoe knew that his brother had taken it a little easy on him, but that didn't matter, he had won. Plus, though he might have lost, Zoe had his doubts that his brother would really be upset about taking his little brother's sissy cock. With Neeko ramming his cock into his tight little boy pussy, it didn't take Zoe long to reach his peak. Moaning and whimpering and almost dropping the plate in his hand, Zoe shot his little sissy load onto his brother's pancakes.

"Oh," Zoe moaned, as his little dick shot a few ropes of gooey cum onto his brother's fluffy pancakes. Zoe wasn't the only one to cum, as he could feel his brother's thick little cock erupt inside his pussy once more. "Neeko, f-fuck," Zoe whimpered, as his brother's cock shot rope after rope of warm cum into his body. Feeling that warm cum flooding his tight anal passage, caused Zoe's little cock to droop down onto his brother's pancakes. Gasping from the pleasure that radiated through his core, Zoe oozed the last of his pearly cum onto Neeko's breakfast.

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"Uhmmm. Oh fuck..." Neeko moaned and breathed heavily as he recovered from his orgasm. Smiling, he hugged Zoe from behind and kissed his neck, looking down and seeing the pancakes in his hand, covered in his delicious freshly shot cum. "Now that's what I like to see." He smiled and kissed Zoe's neck again before the two moved over to the table to eat.

Neeko's knot should soon come out now, as he's already orgasmed twice in just a few minutes. But for now, he had to sit with Zoe still on his lap, and his cock deep inside him. "You'll have to feed me Zoe. Let me taste your delicious cum pancakes." he asked, opening his mouth so Zoe could feed him.


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The nightmares were so vivid that Safra couldn't distinguish them from reality. Her mind burned with an obscene desire as she used her body in ways she'd never envisioned, tricking people and taking their essence as her mouth moaned and her hips swayed. It wasn't her. It wasn't her, and yet she had somehow become this vile creature, not just corrupting men but enjoying it as well. The visions went on for what felt like days, and although Safra begged for it to stop, she was forced to witness herself becoming more and more demonic, no longer just an innocent peasant girl. Now she was something more, something dangerous. Something wicked.

Suddenly, it ended. She didn't yet awaken, but her sleep was more restful than before, a welcoming blackness that hid her away from the horrors she'd been through. Safra let herself sink further into unconsciousness, only waking up when she felt something heavy cover her body. Groaning, she brought a hand to her eyes and rubbed them, blinking slowly to clear her blurry vision. It took a moment to register her surroundings. She was at the campsite, dawn was about to break, Jasper was there, and---

In an instant, she remembered what'd happened. Gasping, Safra shot up into a sitting position, her face panicked as she looked for any signs of the creature. Leaning forward to grasp her step-father's shoulders, she looked him in the eye and asked, "Jasper, where is it?! Is it gone?!"

Still in a frenzied state, Safra didn't notice the blankets falling off her chest and bundling in her lap. It looked like someone had dressed her in some spare clothing, the white tunic large enough that the neck of it slipped past her shoulder. She brought one of her hands beneath the blankets, examining her sex to see if she was hurt. However, there wasn't even a hint of pain. The only signs that something had occurred were her change of clothes, and the terrible memories replaying in her head.

Trembling, she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Jasper, starting to cry as she felt both relief from being saved and anguish from what she'd been through. In a choked voice, she said, "I-I didn't think I'd ever see you again. Is everyone okay? Are you okay?"

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Jasper had never felt his step-daughter's breasts before. Sure, they'd hugged many times. Sure, they lived in a single, small, house where all of them shared the spare wooden bathtub he'd made with his own hands. Technically, he'd seen Safra naked before. But he'd never felt her nudity. When she wound her arms around his lean, sparsely muscled frame, he could feel the shape of her chest as he never had in the past.

Instantly, Jasper pulled away---trying to make it seem natural, to coach his face into an expression of concern and not... something unnatural. His eyes pointedly over one of Safra's ears, he said, "I am fine. We're all fine. Shortly after the attack, everyone went back to normal. We looked and looked, but didn't see any footprints. No sign of the thing that some of us thought we'd seen. It took hours to find you---thanks to your dress. How are you?" Jasper realized he was babbling, even as he felt his mouth growing dry.

Out of the corner of his eye, he kept seeing his the outline of his daughter's body. How had it changed so suddenly, so subtly? Was she somehow... perkier? Perter? Were those even words? Why did she look less like his daughter and more like a ripe, perfect peach? And why did he see desire reflected in her eyes, when her expression clearly was of concern or even horror. What was wrong with him?

Outside of the wagon, unknown to either of them, several of the men paired off and cornered the women, particularly the ones who'd reacted to the incubus with overt sexuality. A small, private, yet depraved, orgy began. And with it, tendrils of that energy began to float through the air and infuse poor Safra. This early in her curse, it might have no noticeable effect. Then again...

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Safra didn't notice Jasper's unusual behavior, too focused on wiping her tears away and blowing her nose on her borrowed tunic. It was truly a relief to find out that everyone had survived. "Oh, I'm... alright. I'm not in any pain. But..."

She frowned, staring at her hands as she nervously clasped them together. The creature had mentioned its seed, and it'd mentioned using her as a vessel. Safra knew that her nightmare hadn't been normal---something inside of her had been permanently altered. But for some reason, she found herself hesitating to confide in Jasper about the long-term consequences of what'd happened. What would he say? What could he even do? No, she just wanted to move past this entire ordeal and forget every single detail. If she stopped thinking about it, then it'd be like it never even happened.

"I'll be okay," she said, giving her step-father a small smile. Her voice wasn't very convincing, and it'd be hard to believe that she'd truly come out of this situation unscathed. However, it was clear she didn't want to talk about it in detail. "Um, are we still going to Ozryn?"

During their conversation, the subtle effects of her curse were beginning to affect Safra's body, the nearby orgy causing her skin to flush. She shivered, crossing her arms over her chest as the hair on the back of her neck stood up. Her body was preparing itself to suck in the sexual energy, to dive into carnal pleasure and reap the benefits personally, but the effects for now weren't debilitating. Safra hardly noticed the way her nipples hardened and the way her abdomen tightened. No, it was just the cold air causing her to shiver. She reached down and wrapped the blankets around herself, completely covering up her upper body---not realizing that it helped her step-father ignore her newfound aura.

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"That is the plan," Jasper said. "Whatever that creature was, it didn't kill anyone. We had a couple people turn ankles, but nothing the healer can't fix." He paused, chuckling a bit wryly. "Honestly, the whole thing just feels like a bad dream now that I think of it." He wiped his hands through his thin, grime-streaked hair as he tried to remember what had happened clearly. Suddenly, he couldn't. Or, what he did remember, seemed less... important. As if some actor had wiped away the emotional trauma of recent events. No guilt. No shame. No consequences.

Japer's eyes seemed to clear up after a moment of concentration, after which he just shrugged. "I guess it's no big deal. We're all okay, and we'll make the city in another four or five days, right?" Patting Safra's knee, he came to his feet and moved to his side of their tiny tent, preparing to bed down. He was exhausted, even if he felt a bit of restless energy still. Energy that had a certain effect on his body...

The next two days passed almost uneventfully: people in the camp actually seemed happier, healthier, and more jovial than one might expect given the supernatural attack. Wounds mended a bit faster, even with a healer's attentions, and the people of the convoy seemed somehow closer than ever before. New couples snuck off every so often during breaks, or onto the backs of wagons during the trek, but it wasn't that obvious, at least at first. By the end of the third day, a few miles from the city, however, it had begun to become apparent that something wasn't quite right. The men of the convoy were beginning to look thin, their eyes feverish. The women, on the other hand, seemed younger and more vibrant. Alive. Energized. None of the couples (or groups) took much care in disguising what was happening anymore. They hadn't made good time because people, including the wagon drovers, would simply walk to the side of the road and randomly have sex with any woman who was willing. And almost all of the women had become willing.

Joy filled the women, hunger the men. Hunger the women seemed to consume delightfully. Oddly enough, Jasper seemed the least impacted of the men: he hovered near Safra, making sure she was protected and safe for the first two days---almost fanatically. On the third day, however, his eyes had begun to take on that fevered glint...

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It seemed like everyone else was moving past what had happened, so that's what Safra tried to do, too. Although she still remembered in vivid detail everything that horrible creature had done to her, she was able to smile at dinner and laugh along with jokes. This wasn't too bad. Everyone was in good spirits, and although she sometimes got that strange tingling between her legs at intermittent times throughout the day, it was never something she felt the need to worry about. Perhaps her dreams had simply been dreams?

However, Safra was hit with reality again the first time she saw a wagon driver abruptly stop the cart in order to have sex with a women, right out in the open. Right in front of everyone. No one else seemed to think it was strange, but Safra gasped and looked away, shielding her eyes. Their moans were loud enough to reach her ears, and she was more aware of her body's reactions now than before. She certainly wasn't feeling the urge to find a man and have him desecrate her, but her body was responding as if that's what she wanted, preparing itself for sex. Uncomfortable, she just stayed near Jasper for the rest of the day, avoiding the gazes of men whenever they leered at her.

Although they should've reached the city by sunset, the caravan had made terrible time, meaning they had to set up camp again for the night. Safra helped pitch her and Jasper's tent, and she dove inside as soon as it was set up, telling her step-father to bring her some bread from dinner. She didn't like the way some of the people stared at her, and she needed privacy.

She sighed in relief when Jasper came back with the food, taking a bite out of the stale bread. Safra didn't speak for a couple minutes, just focusing on eating. But soon enough she heard the telltale sounds of sex---with those sounds came the effects on her body. Safra winced, setting the bread down as she covered her ears. Why was this happening? Why was everyone acting like it was normal? She felt like she knew the answer, but she didn't want to believe it.

"Jasper, I think we should leave on our own tomorrow," she eventually whispered, scooting towards him as she lowered her hands to her lap. The sound of fucking sounded like it was coming from the campfire; it was good that she hadn't stayed. Safra played with the hem of her tunic, not looking Jasper in the eyes as she stated her worries. "I think the monster cursed some of them. W-What if they turn on us? Please, can we just leave at dawn without telling anyone? I don't feel safe here."

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Jasper's feverish eyes, red-rimmed in the dark, seemed to burn as the girl addressed him. Handing her the bread that was her dinner, he licked his lips and studied her face. All he saw in his stepdaughter was desire. In the way she walked. In the way she breathed. In the way she moved her head. He could see it when he stared into her eyes now, even though he heard her uncertainty. She was tearing him apart. Whatever she said was so incredibly at odds with how he perceived the once-innocent girl now. In his head, it was as if insights had simply been revealed: his stepdaughter was a woman. More than that, she was a vivid, vivacious, voracious, vixen. She craved him. Craved more than him. When she walked, the pendulum of her steps practically screamed that she needed to be taken.

It was no wonder whenever the crew of the caravan saw her they went mad with lust, all of them. That same madness was afflicting him. He'd been so long without his wife. So long without a woman. And here Safra was with her whore mouth, looking like she was starved for his cock and...

"It's not them," Jasper snapped, tearing his eyes from Safra's face. "You have changed. Safra, you are different. The way you move. The way you look at people now. They all want you." Pausing, Jasper licked his lips with his suddenly dry tongue. "I've been thinking. Yes. We can leave. But I think in the city we will have better options. Ways to make more money." His voice was soft, harsh now, and his words painfully clipped.

Absently, unconsciously, the man slid his hand down his tunic and to his plain, rough pants. Seemingly unaware of what his body was doing, Jasper began to quite casually stroke himself through the cloth. "You've always been a good girl, Safra. My good girl. We're going to make so much money. You're different now. It's okay..." He sounded like he was convincing himself, going mad with the twists and turns his mind was making. All because of her.

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Safra froze when Jasper spoke, telling her that all of the strangeness around the caravan was because of her. Her walking? Was she walking differently? She didn't think so, but why would he lie about that? Her cheeks reddened with embarrassment when he talked about the men's desires towards her, and she shook her head, feeling the need to protest. "No, that's not true. Jasper, I'm no different than I was before that... t-that thing happened. It's them! It's only them who've changed!"

However, her voice was uncertain as she tried to defend herself. Safra could feel her physical arousal growing as the sex around the campfire turned into an orgy, and she hid her face in her hands, groaning in frustration. However, she had to believe that these effects would end one day. One day, the people around the camp would recover from their brief encounter with the monster, and one day Safra's body would return to normal. She had to believe it, or else she wouldn't be able to get through tonight with her sanity intact.

"More ways to make money?" She mumbled, rubbing her temples as she tried to ease away her stress. "Am I not going to work for someone anymore? Or---"

When she lowered her hands to look over at her stepfather, Safra gasped, seeing that he was pleasuring himself. It wasn't until now that she noticed the odd expression on his face, his unnatural way of speaking. He, too, was being affected. A chill ran down her spine as she stared at him in shock, so Safra retreated back to her bedroll, crawling inside the covers and facing away from him. It was fine---once they left this sphere of influence, he'd be able to regain his composure. It was the other people causing this to happen, not her. Not her. Not her.

"We'll leave tomorrow, okay?" She tried her best to ignore all the horrible sounds around her, pulling the bedroll completely over her head. It helped some, but not enough. Nervously, she licked her lips and said, "Goodnight, Jasper."

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Jasper growled out, sudden and barking, "No! No you filthy whore. You fucking watch! You watch what your gods damned eyes are begging me for." A cruel hand hooked around Safra's hip and blanket, yanking her back, turning her over. Forcing her to face him. Jasper was up on his knees now, looming above Safra as he massaged his manhood. The man was engorged, uncut cock vibrant and angry red, as if all the blood that had been in his brain and filled his dick to bursting. His eyes bulged as he looked down at her and exhaled a longing phrase, "Breathe for me... yessss. Deep breaths."

Sliding one leg over Safra's thighs, her step-father reached down and ran his hand clumsily across her top, attempting to dislodge a breast. The feeling of her skin was finer than wine, better than any drug---so intoxicating the man shuddered with ecstasy and splashed pre-cum across Safra's torso, narrowly missing her eyes as his hips undulated. "Yes, yes, deep breaths." He was crooning to her, the sound of his hand moving on his cock lewdly wet now as he massaged his own precum into the sheath.

And, obscenely, the man's lust seemed to fuel something in Safra. Already the burning claw marks he'd made on her hip were healing, leaving her without blemish or flaw.

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Safra yelped when he grabbed her, not having expected him to get so aggressive. Forced to look at him, her eyes immediately went to his exposed erection, images of what she'd recently been through flashing through her mind. Although Jasper's cock wasn't inhuman like that monster's, it still sent a flash of fear crawling down her spine to see a man's genitals. She whimpered when he got on top of her, too scared to move. "W-Wait, Jasper---"

When he exposed her left breast, she gasped loudly, adjusting her tunic to cover herself again. However, he'd have been able to see a brief glimpse of her rounded flesh, her pink nipple hard and her skin flushed. His cum was hot against her skin, and it almost felt like it was being absorbed into her. It was so vile, and yet she felt the tingling between her legs grow in intensity as the situation turned more and more debauched, not showing any signs of stopping. Although he was urging her to calm down, Safra was doing anything but.

"No! Get off, please!" Tears filled her eyes as she tried to sit herself up, pushing his thighs to try and knock him over. But even though Jasper wasn't a monster, he was still a man, a man whose strength far surpassed her own. Wiping his cum off of her with her sleeve, Safra considered calling for help, sucking in a deep breath as she prepared herself to scream. However, her voice caught in her throat as she remembered the circumstances. If she brought attention to her predicament now, it was possible that others might just join in. Horrified at the thought, Safra shut her mouth, gritting her teeth as she closed her eyes. Praying her stepfather was still somewhat in control of himself, she pleaded, "Don't, please! This is wrong! Jasper, it's me!"

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Jasper's eyes shone, the mania in them growing brighter and hotter as the girl wiggled and moved. His ears had filtered out all of her denials or pleas to stop; they literally didn't register in his brain. All he saw was the wanton lust in her eyes, the curves of her lips begging for more of his seed, and the way her body practically thrust up into him.

Grabbing one of her wrists, her step-father casually pinned it under one knee. With one hand pinned, Jasper maneuvered his length across the stretch of curved, pale flesh that was her breast---literally masturbating against her. Moaning, his sac bouncing and jiggling obscenely, he murmured, "That's right. Be a good girl. I'm on fire. Make the fire go out. You look so thirsty. Like such a good place to visit. I took good care of you and your mother. Now you'll take care of me. Good ole Jasper, such a good dad to you. Treated you like you're mine. Now you'll take care of me too..." He was crooning the words now, hunching forward, spearing his hips forward to run the velvet tip of his cock across the curve of her breast and collar bone.

The smell of him was interesting: the man was a dirty peasant---basically he had a more-or-less vegan diet---and radiated an earthy musk as he continued to climb and grope his way up her body. If the girl kept screaming, there was little doubt the monster that had been Jasper would be fucking her mouth next. Teeth or not.

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Safra froze in fear when her stepfather pinned her wrist to the ground, turning her head away in horror as he pressed his cock against her skin and started to move it back and forth. His flesh was hot, and whenever more pre-cum landed on her skin, the heat between her legs grew. It was so wrong. Her breathing was getting faster as Jasper cooed sweet, insidious words, sounding entirely unlike himself.

"Jasper...!" She was in a state of shock as he continued to grind himself against her, his penis getting closer to her face as time went on. Wriggling underneath him, Safra shut her eyes and tried to find a way out, but it was like trying to dislodge a boulder. Eventually the smell of him became even stronger, and she realized he was close---far too close. Not thinking about the consequences, she opened her mouth to say, "Please, if you---"

Her eyes shot open when the tip of him suddenly pressed against her mouth. She tried to shut her lips, but it was already too late. Jasper's scent completely enveloped her senses as he entered her mouth, his pre-cum sending shivers down Safra's spine as it landed on her tongue and traveled down her throat. She didn't know what to do. Safra wanted to bite down, but she also didn't want to hurt him---what if that only made things worse? In the end she just laid there, completely still, her mouth barely open enough for him to do what he wanted.

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Jasper's twisted mind latched onto the fact that his step-daughter's mouth had voluntarily opened, turned reluctance and fear into wanton abandon. His eyes narrowed as he looked down at her and he began to coo, "That's right. That's right. Take care of the burn. Tongue on my cock. Tongue all over it. Wet and slick. Wet my cock, be a good little whore for me," he was thrusting now, pushing across her tongue and fucking into her face with rolling motions. His pre-cum gushed down her throat, infusing her body even as the enhancement drove Jasper all the more wild.

Outside their tent, the sounds of an orgy reaching a crescendo rose up all around them---women and men screaming, howling, like animals as they went at it. The sounds of slapping flesh, of tearing cloth, filled the night, seeming enhanced by the act between Jasper and Safra.

The man who'd raised her pushed down the young girl's throat brutally, stretching and abusing the skin. With the sounds echoing outside pushing him over the edge as much as Safra's unknown curse, he pressed deeply enough for his balls to bounce off her chin before he finally began to stream her reward directly down her throat. Moaning, shuddering, he growled out, "Swallow it! Suck me down!" One of his hands moved to her throat, awkwardly but firmly, as if to threaten her very life should she not comply with his wicked needs.

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Safra shook her head when he uttered even more horrible words, tears falling from her eyes once she fully realized just how far gone he was. She gagged whenever Jasper pressed against the back of her throat, but her body responded as if this was everything she wanted and more, his seed making the heat between her legs grow even hotter. The girl groaned as she pushed at his abdomen with her free hand, unknowingly rubbing her thighs together to seek out stimulation. This didn't make any sense! How could she be enjoying this?!

The sounds of the people outside made her feel like she was going crazy. They sounded manic and monstrous, but even their piercing cries couldn't distract Safra from what her stepfather was doing. He was getting rougher, pushing deep enough inside her that she gagged with every thrust. Her face turned red as she struggled to breathe, but it wasn't long until he finished.

"Mmph!" He commanded her to swallow his cum, but it wasn't as if she had a choice in the matter. Safra shuddered as she felt his hot semen fill her stomach, able to feel every single drop as it was quickly absorbed by her body, filling her with sexual energy. If the heat between her legs had been a simple fire before, now it was an inferno. She grabbed at his wrist to try and pull his hand from her throat, staring into his eyes as she silently begged him to release her, praying that his mind would be finally cleared from his affliction.

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Jasper rose from the poor girl, his body shaking. He felt different, drained, but also validated. She'd swallowed. Clearly, Safra had loved it as much as he'd thought---as much as he'd seen in her eyes. Grinning wryly, he murmured, "There's a good girl. I'm going to go join the party for some proper fun, but why don't you get your rest? I think you'll need it for what I have in mind." Reaching down, her once-loving step-father casually caressed her cheek. Had the skin become utterly flawless? Did her eyes look bigger in the night, more inviting? Were her lips fuller, plusher, and welcoming for kisses?

Yes. But Jasper's need had turned him away from what he saw as the increasing physical perfection before him. He wanted something truly debauched.

"Rest, rest..." He said, reaching down to stroke his cock back to life as he padded out of the tent to join the orgy. Finally, the night before they arrived at the city, her step-father had become like the rest of them: a hedonistic animal. The night lasted a long, long, time before the gathering collapsed into silence and allowed Safra silence. Whether or not she could sleep with all that hedonistic power thrumming through her body... who knew?

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As soon as Jasper pulled his cock out of her mouth, Safra coughed harshly, feeling her eyes tear up. She flinched when he touched her cheek, afraid that he was about to do something more. However, it seemed like it was finally over. His words certainly didn't soothe her, but Safra felt relieved all the same as he left the tent, hiding in her bedroll as she pulled the blankets over her head.

"Oh, Gods..." She felt her tears fall as she cried, hugging herself. This was all so much worse than she'd imagined it'd be; never could she have imagined Jasper desecrating her like that. Would he go back to normal once they left the caravan, or was it truly her own body that influenced him? She didn't know, but the heat between her legs raised suspicion.

Putting a hand down her trousers, Safra gasped upon feeling the trail of slick running down her inner thighs. Not wanting to touch herself, she quickly removed her hand, covering her ears as she tried to fall asleep. But even if the sounds of the orgy weren't present, it would've been impossible to fall asleep as her body grew more aroused, making her hypersensitive. The fabric of her clothes made her whine whenever they shifted against her, but Safra never gave in to the temptations---she just couldn't debase herself that way.

The heat slowly faded away once the orgy stopped, but it was already sunrise by the time Safra felt well enough to sleep. Exhausted, she tugged on her boots and stepped outside, looking for Jasper. Even though she wanted nothing more than to sleep for a few hours, she knew they had to reach the city on her own; this caravan was too dangerous. As Safra walked over to Jasper's sleeping form and prodded his shoulder to rouse him, she hoped that he'd be calmer than yesterday. He terrified her, but he was still her only family left. She couldn't just give up on him.

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Jasper woke up with a start, his eyes wide as he saw Safra standing over him. "Ah... hey, Safra." He sat up, rubbing his eyes as he blinked a few times, trying to focus. "Sorry. I must've fallen asleep. I'll be ready in a minute."

Jasper was indeed calmer than yesterday, but his eyes were still glassy and unfocused. He didn't seem to notice the way she'd dressed, or the way her skin shimmered in the light. He didn't notice how her breasts had grown slightly larger, or how her nipples were a bit more prominent. He didn't notice that she was more curvy, more feminine. He didn't notice that she was more beautiful than she'd ever been.

"Alright, alright. Let's get moving. We'll be at the city gates in an hour or so. I'll go pack the wagon while you get the horses ready." He stood up, stretching as he put on his boots. "You know the drill, Safra. We'll stay with the caravan until we're outside the city walls. Then we'll part ways and meet up later."

Walking to the wagon, he grabbed a few things and tossed them in the back. He didn't bother to look at her, but he knew she was there, watching him. He didn't know what was going on with her, but he was pretty sure it wasn't good. "Hey, Safra?" He called out, his voice a bit more concerned. "Are you alright? You look like you've been through hell."


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It was clear that the two of them had something in common, a need for another person, though their immediate connection had been more than that, no doubt. Both were lonely by nature, if only because Electra was generally hunted by most. It was honestly the last thing she'd expect, to actually have a connection to a captor, like this, but it was a good thing.

Bradley's chuckle had her giggling playfully, realizing that despite their conversation, they hadn't really bothered with names. Instead, they were more focused on the lust they were both feeling for one another. "Guess we kind of did things backward." Electra joked softly. "I'll gladly scream your name, if you make me." Electra teased playfully.

"It's Electra." She said softly, feeling his cock now fully erect against her. She gently used her tail to help guide him to her slit, lower than her stomach but not too far down her hips, as she wondered if Bradley knew much about sex with a mermaid. She figured he didn't, and her slit was more or less hard to find if one didn't know what they were looking for, after all, sex with a mermaid was more a fantasy for men than an actual thing they knew how to do.

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Having sparks fly like this was something Bradley was rather unfamiliar with. Sure, he'd laid with a woman or two in his day, but never had he felt a connection as he did with Electra at this moment. He should be scared, or maybe suspicious, but he just wasn't. Simple as that. There wasn't an ounce of threat flowing from his goddess lover. "Guess we kind of did." He said, grinning. "I don't hate it though, doing things this way. Just shows where our priorities lie. For the both of us."

At her challenge to make her scream his name if he could, Bradley's eyes twinkled, the man leaning forwards to seductively nibble at her ear. "I'll gladly make you." He whispered after she gave him her name. The books had it slightly different and he was glad he asked. "And that's a beautiful name, Electra."

A gasp left his lips when he felt Electra's tail guide his girth towards a hotter part of herself, his body shuddering in anticipation. Electra was very much correct in assuming that sex with a mermaid was a fantasy. Bradley had thought about it quite a lot, but despite looking it up in the more risque parts of libraries, he could never find a satisfying answer. Furthermore, Electra wasn't just any mermaid. She could very well be THE mermaid.

With his glands pressing against her hot soaked lips, he cupped her cheek with a hand, taking a moment to take in everything. Then, he softly kissed her and rolled his hips forwards, spreading his legs a little bit so her tail could slip in between. His manhood slowly parted her lips and he began to sink into her depths. Never to truly return.

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Electra couldn't help but smirk when Bradley said something about their priorities. He seriously acted like he didn't realize what she was also a goddess of. It might not have been the best way to start things off, but then Electra hadn't had much else to do. She giggled when he promised to make her, thinking humans were always so arrogant.

She kissed him back and let out a soft moan as she felt him enter her rather eagerly. She had to wonder if he found it odd, but if he did, he wasn't exactly saying anything. Of course, she could make it more natural if a human was weirded out, but generally she preferred the way things were different when she was in her true form. In her mind, sex was more enjoyable for them both in her mermaid form. Her body could sort of suck his cock into her, and she made sort of wave like motions to enhance the pleasure for whoever she was with. Electra only hoped that Bradley would enjoy it.

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Electra could see in Bradley's mind that he was certainly surprised and weirded out. Who would be, with what was happening this very moment? It wasn't every day that you would catch a goddess, would be seduced by said goddess and then ended up having sex with that goddess on deck then and there. Was he surprised? Yes. Did he mind what was happening? Not at all. Did he want her? Hell yeah, he never wanted a woman more in his life.

To be honest, Bradley relished the amount of contact Electra's long form brought. Feeling the both of them entwined more thoroughly than any human couple made him hornier than he would've imagined. Never mind that the net also helped somewhat, the strands already capturing him too and entwining him even closer to her as the two of them began to get more intimate. And that enjoyment was even before he entered her.

When Bradley's manhood entered her, his eyes widened and he groaned a deep groan into their kiss. He didn't break it, but his body began shaking with bliss as his girth was sucked into her wet willing flower, his eyes fluttering when her insides began massaging and waving around his length. His arms tensed, pulling her even closer and making his body entwine with both her and the net more. Their hips collided with a lewd squelch as the goddess' pussy claimed him fully, the man's arms now fully wrapped up around his unexpected lover.

Bradley's body shook as he moaned and groaned, trying not to lose his mind as he slowly got used to the experience. And then, with large slow movements, he began rolling his hips, sliding out of her slowly and letting the suction suck him back in for large quick enjoyable thrusts.

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Electra could tell, thanks to her own mind reading abilities, that Bradley was enjoying her. Even if it was odd at first. Odd because well, sex with a goddess, a mermaid one, at that, wasn't like sex with a human. He seemed shocked, but he liked it. Hell, she had to admit she was enjoying his closeness. She'd been isolating herself to avoid the myriad of people hunting for her for way too long. She missed this, intimacy.

Just as much as Electra found herself moaning into their kisses, she could sense how enjoyable this was for Bradley. His thoughts were consumed by her, the way she made him feel, even as he got in closer to her. They were both getting more tangled in the net as their bodies moved together. His body was shaking, but in a good way as she let him adjust to the sensations. She wanted to move with him, but he wasn't ready yet.

"I have to admit, I'm surprised. Some guys find it too weird..." Electra admitted softly, in between her own moans of pleasure as they moved together, winding up wrapped in the net much more complexly than it had started. It wasn't much longer before the two of them were moving together, with Electra giggling as the ship itself rocked. The waters around them were strangely calm, meaning it was their motion alone causing this.

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As far as Bradley could gauge, as enamored as he was getting, Electra was also having the time of her life. At least, if her moans and the intensity of her thrusts and coiling were any indications. The intimacy between them made his mind swim, the goddess' closeness not allowing any thought to stray from her. At first, he was the only one moving, the slaps of his thrusts relatively calm and accentuating the moans that flowed from each of their mouths. But slowly but surely, she also began moving, her hips elegantly rolling and flowing in tandem with his.

"I'm... aahh... just as surprised as... hhmm... you..." Bradley managed to say in between his grunts and moans of pleasure, getting more entwined in the combined coils of her long tail and the net. "I think... oh God... it's rather hot... You're rather hot..." It wasn't long before he was unable to pinpoint where he ended and she started as their lovemaking began in earnest. The sloshing of the ship didn't pass him by, making him grin as both their bodies got more and more into each other. He could feel her coils writhe all around him, the force of their rolls making the ship sway from side to side and stirring up waves around them.

With sex as good as this, it wasn't long before Bradley felt his climax coming. A heat built up inside his girth and balls, the man's movements growing more frantic as he held her as close as he could. If he was going to climax within her, he wanted Electra as close as possible, to have as much skin contact as he could have. But he couldn't climax yet. After all, he had promised to make her scream. "Aahh... Electra..." He moaned hoarsely. "Would y-you... scream with me?"

His mouth dropped for a moment, teasing a perfect nipple between her teeth before sucking on her breasts. Slowly rising to her neck to provide that bit of intimacy and that edge of bliss to make try and make her cum with him.

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Their bodies moved as one, Electra's moaning loud enough it would be heard by passing ships. She'd forgotten what it was like to be with someone, having held off from being around humans for quite some time. Being hunted wasn't enjoyable. Sex, on the other hand was definitely worth getting caught for. She couldn't say Bradley cared much for her, but that didn't matter. The palpable lust between them was more than enough.

It was cute watching Bradley attempting to speak as they had rather intense sex. It seemed to get deeper and more passionate with each thrust and movement on their parts. This was better than anything she'd experienced before, which was surprising for her. It really didn't take long before she could sense Bradley getting close. They both were.

His question had her grinning. She nodded, and from there, Electra screamed her new lover's name while they both climaxed together. She came down panting slightly.

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How the hell were the two of them this lusty? Was it her status as a goddess or was it something more? Genuine affection wasn't part of the equation yet, he was sure of that. But still, this felt more right than it should. They'd known each other for a couple of minutes and they were already rocking the boat and literally making waves. Made a man think that there might be something else.

Well, as far as I was able to think. The heap of moans and warm sex that was them was slowly moving around the deck, rocking the boat as they went. Even though it was sometimes difficult to know where he was, she was always there against him, moaning as loudly as he did. Bradley had no idea though that it felt this amazing for her as well. She was a goddess of seduction, after all? If he would've known that having sex with him felt THIS good for her, he might've paused to consider the ramifications of that.

Right before they climaxed, Bradley saw Electra's grin and the mischievous twinkle in her eye. Together, they screamed each other's names across the waters, the pirate pushing deep within with as his hot girth began to pulse. His seed flooded inside of her, sucked out and milked by her waving and clenching sex.

Eventually, he came down from his climax too, eyes fluttering as he relaxed, his head ending up between those perfect breasts. By this point, he was as thoroughly entangled as she was, totally wrapped up and unable to leave her embrace. Or have his manhood leave her sex for that matter. "Oh... Oh fuck... That was... Goddess of seduction indeed... you're perfect at this... Thank you for this round. Well, if you'd exc---" He tried to disentangle himself, only to notice Electra's coils weren't loosening. Slowly, he looked up with a mixture of nervousness and lusty giddiness, seeing the look on his lover's face...

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Electra couldn't help but smile as Bradley's face wound up in between her breasts. He was handsome, and definitely worth more than one round. It felt good, great even, and definitely better than some of the other men she'd been with. Part of that could just be because it had been quite a while for her, but still, she enjoyed Bradley.

They were still wrapped up in one another as Bradley attempted to leave her embrace. "So you're one of those guys. One and done." Electra said with a smirk.

"Are you sure you can't go for another round or two?" Electra asked, using her magic to help sort of revitalize him, instantly getting him ready for another round, if he was willing.

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His chest heaving quite a bit, Bradley couldn't help but notice how soft Electra's breasts and skin were. He wouldn't mind snuggling up to her like this and falling asleep. Maybe after getting free from the copious amounts of rope all strangled around the two of them. Any thought of capturing her and bringing her back to his employers had gone right out the window. This woman couldn't be the cause of those storms, as she herself said. She was way too... beautiful...? to do something ugly like that. That was the feeling he got anyway. And Bradley trusted his gut.

Humming and growling softly, he looked up at Electra as she smirked at him. "I can't help it, can I? We human men need to rech-... recharge... what the..." As he was talking, he felt the surge of energy flow through him, his balls literally refilling and his cock engorging while still within her flower. Within moments, the pirate felt his manhood fill the goddess' sex again, his cheeks becoming as red as a tomato. His breathing quickened as he settled into her arms some more, his body already moving and rearing to continue cuddling and rocking the boat some more. "How many times can you do that?" He asked, a certain excitement in his voice as he looked at her, his hand softly fondling her breasts and hips.

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Electra couldn't help but smile as she looked up at the pirate she was entangled with. He was very cute, especially as he mentioned being human. It was adorable. Not that humans knew much about her abilities. Human men would probably love her even more if they knew she could do things like this.

She let out a happy moan as his cock hardened inside of her once more before she began to move, helping Bradley recuperate and not have to do too much moving. Her tail flopped and smacked his ass playfully as she let out moans.

"Technically as often as I want. Unless you can't handle that." Electra teased.

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He had to keep his wits about him. Bradley knew that. But as Electra's rejuvenating power flowed through him and he filled up her sex again, his eyes fluttered as his libido came back with a vengeance.

Gasping, the pirate looked up at her as the goddess started moving, his body moving in harmony with hers again. He grunted as she playfully smacked his behind with her tail, his eyes glimmering with excitement. Before he sank deeper into the tangle that was their bodies, he was able to speak up. His voice spoke of pride and a passionate stubbornness. "I can handle it. I'll make you scream my name all day and night!"


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Belial was enchanted. There was no other word for it and he felt a bit of resistance building up, reminding him not to get too attached to this fragile, beautiful human. But the way the young man looked at him, dazed and longing, the whimpers and whines that escaped him, were like an aria made only for the demon's ears. The way Desmond responded to the kiss, the slight part of his lips under the Demon's and the way he whined when Belial stopped, made Belial feel something so unfamiliar as to be completely unnameable. Lust, the desire for conquest, even the softer emotions that made him want to spoil a particularly good pet, all of those were things he'd felt many times before. But this new thing inspired a strange ache in him, one that wanted---more, that savored every single future piece of Desmond he would get to witness and experience.

And then the way the prince shrunk into his arms as they strode past the watching demon army, the way he clung to Belial as his protector---the demon pulled the boy, covered in evidence of his own pleasure, closer to him, cradling him and resisting the urge to nuzzle or soothe him. The Demon Realms were a place that valued strength. It would not do for him to look weak in front of his subordinates. But he did hold Desmond tighter, a silent, unspoken promise of protection.

They stepped through the portal into a palace with floors of mirrored obsidian, the walls made of thick, imposing volcanic rock, purposefully uneven. The ceilings above them were so high a giant could have walked through this place without having to duck. Hung on the walls were weapons, banners and pennants, many of them charred or covered with spatters of blood. They represented places the demons had conquered and subjugated, humans or elves or other races they had defeated in battle.

Belial chuckled with delight at Desmond's words, more for the tone than the content. However much the prince might pretend to dignity, it was clear he had been undone by the Demon King's attentions. "Welcome home, little pet," Belial cooed, leaning down to brush his lips over Desmond's cheek and jaw and the corner of his lips, teasing him with the idea of a kiss as he carried him down the hall and into a set of luxurious, multi-room chambers. As they entered, magic lamps lit up the room. There was a massive bed, as well as a couch, a big onyx bookshelf, and more. Hanging from the steel frame of the bed was a long metal chain, with a golden collar laying open on the sheets.

Belial carried Desmond past all of this with barely a glance at it, pushing open the door to a second chamber, clearly a bathing chamber. There was a massive bathing tub set into the floor. Belial murmured a word in Demonic and water began to pour from spouts set along the edge of the tub into the tub itself, steam rising from the water. "Come, let us get you cleaned up," he murmured, with an amused glance at Desmond as he set him down at the edge of the tub. "You've made quite a mess of yourself." He did not seem to worry that the prince would try to escape, busying himself with beginning to tug off his loincloth. If the other man did try to run, Belial would be more than happy to give chase.

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The tightness of the Demon King's hold should have been terrifying, rather than soothing and yet Desmond needed it in that moment, needed the silent promise that he wouldn't be dropped there in the midst of the other demons, wouldn't be abandoned. Not the way his father had essentially done so, sending him into a battle that couldn't be won to show him he was unworthy, to remove the nuisance from his line of succession to have the heir he truly wanted. That betrayal, that rejection stung so to be wanted, to be carried as if he mattered meant something when he could have been left as a plaything for others. Perhaps Belial would do that eventually, perhaps he would grow bored with him, uninterested, or worse; but in the moment he wasn't, and the moment was all the Prince had the space to mentally process in the present.

Past the magic of the portal, which made him gasp, lay a palace far larger and more opulent than his father's castle. It was intimidating, so clearly inhuman in scale and make, with a beauty that was both dark and stark all at once. He couldn't help staring at the high ceilings, fading into the darkness to his human eyes, his gaze lingering on the banners of fallen kingdoms, wondering how long it would be before Thyrien's heraldry was added to the collection. Shame should rise that he wasn't more upset about it, but he could not say with complete faith that his people were better under his father's rule than they might be the demons. And perhaps, perhaps here, he could barter in some way for the innocents to not be harmed as much? Likely foolish of him, but he did care for his country, just not the family or court that had no use for someone they found lacking.

A shiver moved down his spine as the King gave a chuckle at his attempt for courtly manners, though his cheeks heated with pleasure and humiliation both at being called a pet. How he could want that so badly was... just as confusing as his craving the lips that moved along his cheek, down his jaw, toward his lips until he was turning towards a kiss, wanting that tease to be made reality so badly that he didn't register the path through the palace that was now his cage. The warmth of Belial was seductive, a way to forget about what was happening, about how he should feel as they moved into a massive suite. He didn't catch sight of the sitting room, but the bedroom itself had his eyes widening, and he tensed, toes curling and cock throbbing a little at the sight of the collar lying on the sheets before he felt a spike of fear that it meant Belial had another pet he preferred.

_Ridiculous,_ he told himself, and yet the emotion as still there as the giant demon carried him into a bathing chamber that was opulent beyond imaging. The magic at the demon's disposal was staggering, with lights that lit themselves rather than flickering candles or torches, the water that started to spill into the tub that was large even for the King, steaming faintly. That demons had more refinement in civilized things was a shock to him as he was so gently set down, his shirt, tunic and pants all a mess that the King reminded him of. For a moment the golden haired Prince could only stare with silver eyes at the handsome demon as he started to undo his loincloth before realizing he was staring.

Forcing himself to move, Desmond jerked off his tunic and shirt, toeing off his boots before hesitating, balking at actually removing his breeches and being nude in front of another male. It was something he had avoided around other men, particularly since he didn't want to get hard without clothing hiding it. And Belial's body was glorious, nervously delaying his own nudity he said the first thing to come to mind, trying to hide the fact that his cock was hardening again, bigger than his physical height or size would typically merit and apparently not suited yet. "Do you have another pet? For that collar?" Realizing what he said he turned scarlet, hunching his shoulders.

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Belial tugged his loincloth free with little care for modesty, revealing a cock that had softened as they walked, but whose size would give any potential partner pause. It was thick in girth and impressive in length, even for the size of the Demon King. Standing nude in a bathing room, Belial was no less intimidating than he'd been at the height of battle, his heavily-muscled, scarred body put on display for the prince's eyes.

He frowned when he glanced at Desmond and found the prince's pants still on, unused to not receiving instant obedience. Of course, Desmond was a fresh captive, used to being a sovereign human leader in his own right. There was no reason to expect that he would obey like a trained pleasure slave. But he had been so obedient and so pliable thus far, Belial had almost forgotten that he'd set no expectations with his new pet. It pleased him to remember that there was still much left for him to teach Desmond. Training pets was one of his favored pastimes, though he tended to grow bored with them when they became too docile and obedient, giving them to his favored lieutenants as gifts when they no longer occupied him. They were well-treated, for the most part, kept as spoiled bedwarmers who had been well-trained in giving and receiving pleasure. He supposed that would be eventual fate of this pretty human prince, though he did hope Desmond would manage to occupy him for a long time.

And then Desmond asked him if he had a pet already and Belial laughed aloud. "Jealous so soon, pretty thing?" he asked, tone playful. What a missed opportunity for the humans, he thought absently. Some demons favored pets who had to be broken, forced until they gave in and accepted their place, but Belial had always preferred the ones who craved what he could give them, who came willingly to him sooner rather than later. He'd known Desmond would be that when he'd made him cum out on the battlefield, but seeing it here again delighted him. It was clear that the prince had been neglected, his soul-deep desires unfed, and that what Belial would give him would be like water on a dry field. Belial felt a jolt of excitement at the idea of getting to see Desmond bloom, of watching him go from shame at his desires to understanding and accepting them. There was something satisfying that, in watching someone understand a truth about themselves and accept their place in the world.

He knelt down, his claws scraping the prince's delicate throat with the lightest of touches. "That collar goes around your neck, pet," he murmured. "If I had another toy at the moment, it would already be around theirs. You are my only plaything, at least for the moment." His hand ran down Desmond's slim chest, fingers brushing over a nipple. He toyed with it absently, tugging with gentle force. Why shouldn't he? Everything he saw before him was his. "Which means all the work of satisfying my desires will also be yours." He tilted his head slightly, crouched in front of the prince but still looming over him.

"Now. I believe I told you to undress. Perhaps I should have been clearer that that was not a request." His tone hardened to something much colder than the soft, honeyed words he'd used only moments before. His gaze tracked down to Desmond's pants and his grip on the prince's nipple tightened just a little, a warning, even as his thumb stroked the small bud. "Since my words lacked clarity, I will be forgiving. But in the future, my commands will be obeyed without hesitation. Do you understand?" They were both aware that Belial could have simply removed Desmond's clothing by force, but this was about power and who held it. "Now. Remove your clothing and let us bathe before the water gets cold."

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Some part of him deflated a little to see that Belial was not as hard as he had been earlier, an instant of doubt flooding in. How could he truly please this man, a demon king who surely had all the lovers he could ever want when he hadn't once pleased another prospective lover. He had made a humiliated mess of himself on the battlefield, not with the other demons, but over the other male. He tried not to stare, to take in the details of thick hard muscle and scars, but it was hard when everything about Belial was so aggressively masculine and sharply appealing. That thought made him want to squirm where he stood, though the chuckle he roused from the King had him flushed hotly at the call out of his clear jealousy at the notion of someone else to distract the demon who had claimed him.

_I don't want this, any of it..._ yet even as he thought it he knew the words to be a lie as the other male neared him, claws teasing along his throat until a sound near a whimper caught in it. His gray eyes widened, and then glazed slightly at the notion of the collar wrapping around his neck, of being Belial's pet. Not a man, but a kept pet, a toy. It was enough to make his cock throb, his heart pounding as he turned almost scarlet at the confirmation that he was the only plaything the Demon King currently had or wanted. That the collar to link him to the bed was waiting just for him. But Belial had done this before, clearly, so he was an idiot for feeling like it might mean something, that the demon wanted him for anything more than the power game of making the conquered submit.

It didn't mean anything, he tried to tell himself that, but those deft, calloused fingers, a warrior's hand, touched his nipple, tugging on it and he abruptly understood a new erotic nature for that space. He whimpered, unable to help it, his throat working. Despair and desire entwined within him at the notion of satisfying all of this being's desires, not even sure how he could go about that with the massive man. But Belial had no reservations it seemed, knowing he could serve. There was something appealing in that, no one had ever had confidence in him to do anything but bungle things. To be treated like he was desirable, that he had a chance to succeed was... novel, and intoxicating, nearly as much as the touches on his body.

His heart dropped though when the King's tone turned colder, wanting that pleased note back in the other man's voice. "I... I'm sorry I didn't mean..." He stumbled over his words, whimpering this time in a bit of pain at the intensifying hold on his nipple only for it to ease, to be stroked and make him sway into the demon. "Yes, yes I do, Majesty." Political terms, it was all he could do right now, uncertain of how else to refer to Belial as the demon overwhelmed him. His shyness over his own nudity, that bashfulness wasn't strong enough to keep him from obeying as he shoved down his pants, and his under garments with it, pooling around his ankles.

Desmond's body was lithe and sculpted, there was muscle but he was built along the lines of the elves, all slender grace rather than bulk. His skin was a sun kissed hue on his chest and arms, revealing time in the sun, but still fair enough to show the blush that stole down his neck to cover other parts of his body at standing naked before another. His eyes were fixed firmly down, uncertain if he was to get in the bath first or if Belial would. "What... else, will you expect of me?"

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Ah, there it was, the obedience Belial craved. He watched Desmond strip with slightly parted lips, appreciating the prince's willingness as much as he appreciated his body. And he did appreciate that fair, lithe body a great deal, his eyes wandering over his newfound kingdom, the virgin territory that was now his to do with as he pleased. Virgin, he thought with mild amusement, in more ways than one. "Beautiful," The demon murmured and meant it. The delicate, at least comparatively, shape of the prince thrilled him. So did the blush that decorated the other man's body, splotches of red that signaled his embarrassment at his own naked state. It was a state, Belial thought with some amusement, he would have to grow used to, because he couldn't see a good reason to let beauty like that be hidden.

"Master," Belial corrected the royal form of address to his preferred one. "You will call me Master." He rose again, taking the other man's wrist in his, tugging him into the water. It was still more than warm enough, the heat lapping around both of them and the Demon King sank into it with a rumbling sound of pleasure, tugging Desmond against his chest, once again into his lap. He liked that the prince had obeyed instantly but waited before getting into the bath. He was going to be deeply pleasurable to train, easy to reward and rarely in need of punishment. Belial shifted the prince far enough that he could close the distance between them and give him the kiss he'd teased earlier in the hall, slow and deep. His lips parted and his tongue explored, but he was gentle about the contact, savoring the intimacy.

"There. A reward," he murmured, when he broke the kiss. Only then did he bother to acknowledge the prince's earlier question. "As for how you will serve me, what I will expect of you---" His tone was teasing, amused, his lips almost against Desmond's ears. "You will service my cock with your hands, your mouth, your throat, your ass---" his hands squeezed Desmond's hips, dragging the prince against the promised cock. "You will serve me with your whimpers, your tears, your moans, your begging and desperation for my attentions both physical and otherwise." He pressed a kiss against Desmond's jaw, against his throat. "And you will plead to be allowed to do so. My pleasure will be your pleasure. My needs will be your needs, because nothing will please you more than my joy."

His hand teased over the boy's thigh, stroking the soft flesh and nerves underneath. "And nothing will terrify you more than my displeasure." He wasn't sure he even needed to add that with this one---Desmond had taken to obedience like a fish to water, like he'd been waiting all his life for an opportunity to please someone. Like, Belial thought with a brief inward frown, he'd never pleased anyone before, never been able to impress those he wished to impress.

Well, he'd already pleased the Demon King. And it seemed as though he would continue to do so. "Now tell me, pet. Do you want me to kiss you again?"

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Almost instinct had him protesting the label of beautiful, men weren't beautiful, but Desmond had already been told then he would be something other than a man for Belial. So he swallowed down the words, cheeks warm with color as he tried not to fidget before those dark eyes or make the obvious attempt to cover his groin. His eyes rose, widening at the instruction to use the word Master, lips parting slightly but there was no time for his thoughts to catch up as he was pulled toward the water. The warmth wrapped around him like a physical thing, soaking down to his bones and he hadn't realized until that moment just how cold he had been. Just how in shock. With a shiver he let himself settle on the King's lap, trying not to enjoy the rumbling from that wide, broad chest too much, trying not to think too closely about the orgasm Belial had pulled from him on the battlefield, or the way his cock was already hard again, though now his legs were able to hide it somewhat, as was the water.

Daring a glance upward when the demon started to shift him Desmond was caught off guard by the searing kiss that found his lips. For a moment that stiffness, that shock, the hesitation of giving into something he had been told all his life was wrong. Immoral. Deviant. And then Belial's tongue was in his mouth and he whimpered, helpless as he softened into the kiss and let himself be taken deeper. No thoughts came as he was taught how to kiss the way Belial liked, as he shifted needfully on the larger man's lap only to make a little sound of protest when their lips parted, leaving the prince's gently swollen and pink from their embrace. Inhaling raggedly he mentally decided he far preferred Belial's rewards to any he had known before, and that he wanted another one, badly. From his Master.

The thought should infuriate him; if he were a proper prince he would be suffering through this, untouched, horrified, plotting his escape. Instead he licked his lips, yearning for another kiss only to find a new flush of color in his cheeks as the demon laid out all the ways he expected him to serve. The notion of that thick, large cock in his hands, his mouth, down his throat was enough to make him shudder, through the mention of his ass, the way the King's hands drew him back against that thickness was what broke a whimper into his throat, just barely swallowed back as he was taunted with the knowledge that he would be making far more sounds like it, might cry and beg. His heart was pounding as he wrestled between sharp yearning and horror, a trembling mess of emotions on the older male's lap.

"Is it... is it even possible?" The question clung to logic, the sheer size of the demon king, easily twice his own size, seemed impossible to fit within him. But damn him if he didn't want it, ache for the idea of it. His tone was one of surprise, but also, beneath that, a sliver of hope. Of want. Thinking made this too much, his mind threatening to run away with him and he thought again of that magic Belial had mentioned, that could be used to make it easy to just give in. His eyes lifted slowly to Belial at the question, torn between what he knew should be his answer and the truth.

In the end, the truth won. "Yes. I want..." A hesitation, a tightness on his delicate, Elven features, "Please, Master." The words were halting, uncertain, the last almost a whisper as he tensed as if expecting a blow for uttering it, for wanting it.

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"Good answer, though in the future, there is no need for shyness. You will learn to state your needs clearly. But for now, that will do.," Belial rumbled in response to Desmond's honest answer and honest need. It had been clear from that kiss, the need in it, the way those soft pink lips had yielded to the demon, how little the prince had been given in his life and how much he needed to be satisfied. The way Desmond had licked his lips after Belial was done with him was like watching a starving man devour a meal and the demon found himself watching, his thick tail slowly lashing back and forth in the water, creating ripples around them.

The way Desmond had trembled when Belial made him the promise of how he would use his ass also delighted the demon, both for the physical sensation of the prince's delicate body trembling in Belial's lap and the psychological pleasure of watching Desmond grapple with what it would be like to be penetrated by the Demon King's huge cock. He chuckled when Desmond asked him whether it was possible, one hand curving over Desmond's lower abdomen, imagining the bulge his cock would create when he was pressed to the hilt inside the human, the squeeze of his pet's body around him. Blood pounded through Belial's veins in excitement, making his cock throb.

"It is possible, beautiful one," he murmured, nuzzling with affection at Desmond's ear, licking a hot stripe along his jaw. "Your body will make a nice sheath for my sword and I suspect you will grow to yearn for it, to feel empty without it, to plead with me for the right to kneel and present yourself to me so that I might fill you." He murmured his words in Desmond's ear as a promise and also a tease. He could feel the human's heart beating with both excitement and fear at the prospect of what was to come.

He turned Desmond to face him, one of Desmond's legs on either side of the demon, then leaned in to kiss Desmond far less gently than the previous time. His tongue pressed in, demanded, and explored with more force, mouth devouring the other man's with a kind of wanton hunger. His teeth scraped over Desmond's lower lip, and he kept the kiss for some time, until both of them were flushed as hot as the water, mouths open and wet. Only then did Belial pull back, his great chest heaving. His hands were tight on Desmond's hips, and he had to remind himself that they had time---though he did allow himself one slow roll of his hips, heavy cock pressing into Desmond's own groin and abdomen. The demon's eyes seemed to glow in the low light of the bathing chamber.

"Ah, pet, you are truly desirable," he said, tracing a finger down Desmond's chest, over a nipple, stroking gently. "It is all I can do not to lift you up and take you here and now." His other hand slid under the water, claws withdrawing so he could tease at the prince's opening, just making slow circles around the entrance. Belial's desire was hot in his chest, in his cock and while he did want to be kind to his pet, that desire was warring with his own need. The human would feel so good and scream so prettily, stuffed with his master's cock. "Stroke me," he demanded, leaning back and spreading his legs just a little. "Show me how you please your Master."

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Color stung his cheeks hotly at the notion of abandoning shyness; firstly as shyness was not a Princely trait in the least and he would have been berated for such at home, but also because he could not imagine being so bold as to state what he wanted or needed to another. Some by rights would think that a prince should know how to be demanding, but he had been far too aware of duty and the perceived failure of his very being for such arrogance of self to develop. There lay a measure of fear that he might end up disappointing the demon who held him now, just as he had others in his life.

A hand curved over his stomach, touching him in such a possessive manner that it made his heart pound eve as he felt the throb of the other male's cock and inhaled sharply in response. He was torn between disbelief and ragged relief at the confirmation that it was possible for him to take the King within his body, his throat working at the mental visual that Belial supplied of kneeling and presenting himself to plead with his owner to be taken. To be used. More proof perhaps that he was fundamentally warped like his father had always proclaimed, yet Belial didn't leave room to think of such things, not as his voice crooned into his ear, not as he was turned on the larger male's lap to straddle, stretched open, aware of his own nudity and vulnerability as a kiss claimed his mouth in beautiful savagery.

He moaned for that roughness, lips parting and surrendering to the Demon's lust as his mouth was all but devoured. The rake of teeth over his lower lip made him whimper, cock jerking in eager response as he squirmed on the King's lap, lost in the kiss and panting by the time the demon retreated. His gray eyes were glazed over with lust and need as he tried to recall how to breathe. That struggle was lost when the King rocked his hips, Belial's larger cock grinding against his own, and up his torso, so thick and hard and everything he was never suppose to want. Everything he craved though. He inhaled sharply at the glow of those demonic eyes, lost in this man against all logical reason for caution. He had been doomed from the start, with Belial able to read the truth of his desires.

Desmond didn't know what to do fully with the flash of delight that came with being told he was desirable, his eyes fighting to stay open as he whimpered faintly into the steamy air at the sensation of that hot finger teasing against his taut nipple, every part of him achingly alive for the older male. His ass clenched tightly at the notion of being taken now, breath hitching before a moan spilled past lips swollen from kisses as Belial teased a thick finger against that puckered entrance. Instinct overpowered caution and he arched his spine, trying to press back into the sensation, to get some measure of penetration, to know at least a little what might be coming.

There was something searingly erotic and attractive about Belial's demanding confidence, that certainty he would be obeyed as he spread his legs wider, and thus spread Desmond open further on his lap with that order to touch. The blond haired prince bit his lower lip as he reached a shaking hand to touch the cock before him, eyes flashing up to Belial's exotic face and then down again to his shaft. Tentative at first he shaped the curve of the shaft, enjoyed to hot satiny feel of the larger male before accepting that he would need two hands to do this properly. So the second one joined the first, giving a testing stroke downward on the thick girth, shyness warring with lust with both emotions bright in his eyes. "Like... like this?" He moved his hands a little faster, a little more firmly, mesmerized by the sight of his sun kissed hands wrapped around the massive cock.