She was poison, this fomenting thing whose impossibly beautiful face buried itself in his crotch; there was nothing to be gained from her, save the crushing pleasure of damnation that she promised with her sucking lips. Her very presence was corruption; her lapping tongue against the underside of his scrotum a whip to crack against his spirit like a taste of sweetness that did not truly sate his hunger. Roland knew it, in his bones he knew that spending time with this thing that wore a human's face and purple skin could only end in one outcome. Yet as he ran his hands through her jet-black hair, as his fingers trailed across the hellish horns he used as handholds to pull her tight against him, he couldn't help but make the same atrocious decision over and over again.
Kelsea, for her part, seemed to be in heaven. She devoured his sack like the life-giving fruits that they were, engulfing the spongy material and slobbering on them in an uncouth and severely demeaning manner. As Roland leaned back on the ground on which the two lay, the Demoness bent over, her gorgeous purple rear swaying back and forth as her tail twisted like a cat's. Her hand was wrapped firmly around his manhood, jacking him fiercely as her tongue circled each orb, her face partially obscured by his sex yet staring up at him regardless.
There was no low she wouldn't sink to, no bottom to her barrel of degeneracy. Had he collared her and dragged her about like an animal she'd have likely played along, crawling on her hands and knees as the pet slowly turned him into the slavering dog. As it was she gobbled his gonads and jerked his johnson with the ease of a being wholly at home in the compromising position. Roland nearly opened his mouth to let out a pleasured groan, but forced himself to remain silent, grunting in what sounded like discomfort instead.
He popped out of her mouth, his balls feeling swollen and packed more than they'd been before she'd begun to worship them. Roland was not the type to think overlong about his own sexual appendage, but he could swear that his package now fit more uncomfortably in his codpiece. It was near imperceptible, but when Kelsea jerked his member it took her a fraction of a second longer to reach its tip when she initiated her length-long strokes. On marches through the wilderness he found himself thinking more and more of the trailing thing that walked behind him, her eyes ever on the back of his head.
And he
certainly
wouldn't have done this at the start of their journey together: grabbing her by the face mere moments after her extended testicular veneration and pulling her up against his red whiskers into a harsh kiss. Her body melded to him like a lava flow across a simmering hill as she returned the favor, sighing within his mouth and expelling more of her corrupted breath into his lungs. She tasted like vice, their tongues encircling each other in a desperate attempt to outdo one another in passion.
She pulled back, her hands still roughly pulling at his erect pecker as she smiled shyly at him. "My, aren't
you
frisky today." She said, her voice low as though she were whispering a dirty secret in his ear. "Where's all this coming from? Usually I'd be lucky to get a slap from you." He slapped her, his open palm smacking across her inconceivably perfect face as her head turned to accept the blow, as though she'd been expecting it. She tilted her head back to look at him, a curling smile growing on her face. He could see the pointed tooth of her incisor as she grinned, sucking the side of her lip in exaggerated excitement. "More, please?"
"Fucking woman." He growled, gripping her face and licking across the offended cheek. She moaned as he did, one of her precum-soaked hands reaching up and caressing his face. She turned and kissed him again, her mouth shoving itself against his face as she bit down on his lip. "You're a monster." He said, tasting blood on his tongue, his voice lacking its usual scornful tone.
"You're a beast." She replied, her hand a blur as she jacked him off. "
My
beast. Bite me." He obliged, leaning down and chomping on her shoulder as she ran her fingers through his fiery mane. At the culmination of the stinging nibble her fingers clenched against his scalp. "
Ahn!
Yes! Gods, Roland." His name on her lips was like honey tarnished by the slightest sense of vinegar. "You're perfect for a girl like me."
A girl like her
. He pushed her to the ground, her hand retreating from his cock as she curled her arms up to her chest, adopting a surprisingly chaste expression as she laid over on her side, her rump pointed at him and her glistening delta shining with moisture that beaded and dripped down the back of her thigh. She pulled her knees up, exposing her sex as she sat there like a maiden waiting to be deflowered. Her hands meekly covered her nipples, as though ashamed. He knew it was an act, but still he couldn't resist. In a rush he swept forward, lifting her infinitely flexible leg and draping it over his shoulder, aiming his pulsating head against her exposed inside as he drove forwards. She screamed like the banshee they had slain weeks before, her hand drifting down and rapidly rubbing at her clit as she felt his cock press into her warm, pink insides.
He ingratiated himself to her birth canal, shoving himself so deep he bumped her cervix and left her squealing, drooling and moaning beneath his sexual onslaught. He felt her thigh clench against his chest, the strength of her leg urging him on as her ankle and foot dangled over him. Her eyes were rapt, red and locked against his face as he fucked her senseless. His hips drove like a piston as he scissored against her navel with his penis, feeling the undulating clench of her insides as she milked him better than her blowjob had been. "Roland!" She cried, her back arching as her purple breasts bounced from the intense thrusting.
He pulled back, allowing the free skin of her labia to stroke across the whole of his length as he felt the intense dichotomy of the cold air on his wet prick and the sweltering tightness of her moist fuck hole. She whined as he removed himself completely, his cock pulling free and bobbing in a strikingly sexual manner as he gazed inside her open cunt, seeing the chasm that he'd opened within her. "Why did the Gods make a thing as lovely as you so vile?" He asked, his breath streaking out in great gouts as he clutched her leg to him, kissing the absurdly warm skin of her leg and licking the sweat from her body. "What madness has taken me, that I'd bury my body in your confines?"
Her hand stroked his stomach fondly, her eyes shined as she stared at him. "The same man who'd spare a lusty whore from becoming a grisly trophy for a bunch of bloodthirsty peasants." She took his cock in her hand, guiding its twitching thickness to her pussy once again. He sank into her, finding his natural home and resuming the session with nary a word. He grimaced and closed his eyes, burying his face in her leg as he hugged it against him. He couldn't bear to look at the thing beneath him.
They increased the tempo, his hips shifting focus as they developed a strong rhythm, his body mashing tight against hers before pulling back. As he neared the edge of his limit, he felt the sudden tickling sensation of a spell within his body. She cried out beneath him: "
Please
