Author's Note: This story contains futa/futanari, lesbian and fantasy content and will eventually contain Female on Male sex. If that's not your thing, well, you were warned. This first chapter serves more as setup for further chapters, so bear with me. All Characters are over 18 years old. Enjoy, and give feedback otherwise.
Vrida's golden red eyes are closed and her mind is at relative ease, though her body is anything but; She is reclined on her ever-shifting throne as she is ridden by a smaller breed of demon, a Lucor. Vrida is nothing like her kind as she is greater, stronger in every way. Her kin are like that of the Human's Gods; power was inherent to her kind, it flowed through her veins as blood, waiting to be unleashed with a simple expression of want. Her want now, though, had little to do with her power and more to do with the little minx riding her cock as she screamed in pleasure.
Vrida flexes her cock in the little slut's cunt and smiles as the demon freezes, her pussy stretching with the mass of meat lodging itself inside her as she rode it. She was trying desperately to make her mistress cum so she could feel her hot seed explode into her willing womb. She craved the sensation of carrying her mistress' brood and had done so for many long centuries. She is Vrida's favorite test subject and takes full advantage of the access that privilege provides her. Though her mistress more oft than not had some new potion or transformative to try on her, she never protests as she knows the end result of each visit is to be where she is now: cramming every inch of Vrida's cock she can stand into her willing body.
The little demon cries out loudly as her mistress' clawed hands close about her waist and pull her down ever further until the head of her cock nestles against her womb. The Lucor's mouth falls agape as she is stretched almost to breaking and her mistress smiles cruelly when she slips closer to the edge of her throne and forces her cock into the demon's sacred core. The demonette screams one last time as she feels the heat of her mistress' seed battering it's way into her body. She looks down at her belly as she is filled to the brim and beyond, her hands falling to her bulging stomach as it expands, making her look heavily pregnant.
She is dumped unceremoniously onto a plush cushion by the foot of the throne as Vrida straightens up, glad to be momentarily free of her insatiable lust. Her long arms stretch high above her horned head and her scarlet and black marbled arms catch the light of Demil, the demon world's corrupted version of the Human's Sol. Vrida looked up and smiled at the way her arms looked: The color aside, her scaled skin was broken only by little barbs strong enough to deflect even the swiftest blade strokes, and sharp enough to shred skin.
They were not a commonality among her kind, the Ardene. Instead, they were a manifestation of her own will, of direction her mind gave the power coursing through her body. They were one of the smallest changes she had affected herself with, but arguably one of the most unexpectedly advantageous. Vrida stands from her throne and gives herself a once-over as she brushes herself off; She is tall even by the standards of her kin and reaches well over 8 feet in height, some of which came from her naturally spiked heels. Her skin is not smooth like humans as it's closer to that of the scaled dragons, long extinct from her lands.
