Finally, she relaxed herself enough to permit more and more of the toy to slide into her smoothly. It was always like this - the first inch was difficult, then it was easy for a few more, and then it became hard. But once she relaxed inside, let her body surrender to having her rectum temporarily reshaped, it became easy again, at least until the toys were bigger. On some level, she knew that was insane to think of - here was an enormous black dildo the thickness of a fist so deep in her that the outline showed in her belly, but it was really just a warm-up for what was to come.
Letalya's gentle ministrations soon pressed the toy to its hilt, buried so deeply inside Salina that she felt terribly full, painfully stretched - but was nonetheless left craving more. Her hand moved down to run over the bulge in her belly and she shivered, then obediently raised her head at Letalya's gentle tap to her cheek, opening her mouth for the acrid potion that spilled into it and swallowing with a cough. She'd grown used to the taste over the years. It was the only thing that let her body open enough to take the kind of cocks she truly craved, the dangerous, the obscene. Without it, she'd tear apart, die there stuffed with too much cock, split open like an overripe grape, and much as the idea had a certain perverse appeal it would put an awfully premature end to her existence.
The sensation of the strange elixir taking effect was peculiar. It was as if her body was suddenly softer, blurrier, its boundaries not near so precise as they once were. Together with the rollicking high of the hashish it was a tremendously disorienting thing, and her head began to spin again until she put it down, shaking, sweating a little. The slow pull back of the toy anchored her in the moment, kept her from greening out entirely. Her inner walls clung at the toy as it withdrew, and then slowly eased back towards where they should be - but they remained loose, soft, relaxed, more than they would have been without the potion.
As the first toy slipped from her ass, she reached back with the hand that had been on her belly, fingers running against her puffy hole. It was loose now, gaping slightly, relaxed and easy. It would need to be much looser for Apollyon, slack, if she was to avoid injury, and she looked over her shoulder to not gently to Letalya as the older woman prepared the next. It pressed in with the same exquisite mixture of pain and pleasure, amplified as her inner walls were forced to stretch further still, as the flesh of her pussy was compressed by the enormous toy.
Despite herself, despite all her dignity - she was the scion of a great house, an Eternal Senator, a respected businesswoman! - she realized she was drooling into the cushions, running out over her lips onto the fabric. She couldn't help it, even as she became aware of it. The intense sensation was just too much, and it was all she could to keep masturbating rather than letting herself be paralyzed entirely. Moments like this, she knew there was something wrong in her - some wire that had been crossed in her nerves or in her brain that told her agony was pleasure, because it felt like both. On one level, she wanted to scream for Letalya to stop, to take it out, that she was tearing apart. On another, she wanted more, bigger, thicker, deeper.
As it plunged deeper and deeper, the same slow process of easing in until she relaxed and it could press deeper quickly, her fingers turned almost frantic between her legs. Her nectar was free and fast now, the inside of her thighs gleaming with it, her fingers that strange simultaneous blur of stickiness and slickness. The scent of her arousal was strong in her nose, even over the fragrant smoke, and the aching pleasure was building in ever fiber of her being. Deeper, deeper. Faster, faster, fingers moving firmer, tighter. And then, as the bigger toy passed that wall of resistance, she lost her grip on the leash, gasped and screamed out a string of barely coherent obscenities into the couch, came fierce and hard, so fierce that there was a new damp spot on the couch, soaked with the wash of her juice.
Her scream turned into a low moan as the sheer height of her orgasm faded into the wonderful afterglow and Letalya resumed pressing deeper. The dildo was distending her belly again, rearranging her insides, and it hurt so wonderfully that the afterglow reignited briefly, another intense flare of pleasure that left Salina panting into the cushions, fingers limp against the wet spot beneath her pussy. Still, Letalya continued, well accustomed to the young senator's reactions. Hypersensitive nerves screamed their exquisite protest and Salina's body rocked back and forth involuntarily, overwhelmed by the depth of the penetration and her orgasm.
Parts of her body certainly never meant to experience such use were awash with that same strange sensation. This was it, this was perfect, the ache, the pleasure. Some size queens, Salina knew, were interested in large cocks for the aesthetic, others for some psychological quirk or fetish. But the real size queens were like her - those crossed wires made them want this, made them want to hurt so sweetly they couldn't help but orgasm, wanted parts of their bodies never meant to be used for the sex act fucked deep and hard. Trembling, she lay there and let herself simply ride the aftershocks, the rippling tremors of muscle spasms that soon relaxed as the dildo hit its deepest, the sculpted wooden balls nudging her pussy.
This time, the withdrawal left her feeling terribly empty, and she gaped wide enough to feel cool air flood her rectum, flood the inflamed red hot membraneous walls and make her shiver.
"Please, Letalya... The next one, please..." She whispered, unable to summon the strength to lift her head more than an inch. Her fingers returned to her sopping pussy, working into herself, as she waited for her old friend to oil the biggest toy of the three. It was torturous, the feeling of emptiness after being so wonderfully fully, and it was relief as much as arousal that met the press of its great flared tip to her slack sphincter. Shaped after a stallion, it was a good inch widest at its very tip, flat and broad, a strange shape if ever there was one - and one that never failed to bring her off.
It was a strain, even for her relaxed hole, and Salina buried her face in the spit-soaked cushions to try and muffle her low moan of pain as Letalya none-too-gently forced the dildo into her body, giving her no choice but to take it. It was good - Apollyon would be rougher by far, and bigger - but it still hurt enough that tears welled in her eyes to be so suddenly stretched so much more than before. By now, only her extensive practice was keeping her from tearing, aided by the potion that had made her so much softer around the edges, and that thought alone was potently erotic. When it mingled with the press of that huge flare to her inflamed innards, it turned the moan of pain into a coo of exquisite pained delight.
Those crossed wires returned now. Her entrance was the biggest obstacle; her sweet - if no longer especially tight right now - little pucker treated such things mostly normally, with pain and resistance. But once it was in her, once it was sliding deeper and deeper, the rest of her took over. She came again, unashamed, panting into the cushions as inch after inch after inch of impossibly thick stallion cock pushed into her body, distending her belly, reshaping her so deeply that she swore she could feel it against her heart as she came again and Letalya buried it completely inside her.
She lay there, trembling and sweating, for what felt like an eternity as Letalya left her to recover, the dildo lodged in her, the heavy leather balls forcing her legs slightly apart to accomodate their sheer magnificent size. Gradually, she returned to her body, toes twitching first, then her fingers, and with a low moan she pushed back onto her knees and managed to turn over onto her back, staring at the room with wide, teary eyes. It was almost enough - almost. Apollyon was bigger, so big that even the enormous toy in her ass couldn't compare, and so bestial and rough that she might not walk for a day or two after. That was what she needed, even after her orgasms, even sweaty and disheveled and redolently fragrant with her own cum.
Her eyes fluttered closed again as she lay there, reaching between her legs to keep the dildo from shifting only to find that it was so deeply embedded, so tightly gripped, that it was quite unwilling to move without effort. Her fears allayed, she simply took the time to breathe deep, to recover. Her high was beginning to fade, and some of the throbbing ache in her ass was returning, mingling with the sensation of overworked nerves most pleasurably.
Letalya announced her return with a soft footstep, and Salina lifted her head weakly and smiled at her old friend, standing by the door with her usual cloak. Her particular tastes were scandalous even among the Elven aristocracy - visiting the High Priestess was one thing, but what was to come, quite another. Gingerly, she eased onto her bottom, onto the broad base of the oversized toy shoved so deep into her body she found herself taking only shallow breaths, and then up onto her feet. It stayed put as she rose, and she decided to leave it until they reached their destination, to keep her asshole from tightening up in the least and to ease the intense entrance it would have to tolerate.
