Mistress Of The Marsh - Sex Stories

Mistress Of The Marsh

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Within seconds, a long, black tail emerged from Daemiel's backside. Its glossy, phallic tip passed under her legs as it continued to elongate and thicken. Soon, it was probing at Declan's ass, its silky head working its way into his exposed pucker. At the same time, a final tendril wrapped itself around the young man's cock and began sliding up and down with its warm, sticky embrace.

“Ahhhhh! OH GODS!!!” he cried out as her tail sank into his silky pucker.

The stretching pain of her sudden entry was more than canceled out by her tendrils stroking and sucking away at his suspended body. The sensations overwhelmed him as sticky, writhing lengths bathed him in warm juices and turned his entire body into one massive erogenous zone.

“Feels good, doesn't it?”

“Y-Yes Mistress Daemiel!”

“But Mistress wants to feel nice too. Open wide, slut...”

With a wave of her hand, Declan's body dipped closer to the ground. His eyes traced her powerful, demonic curves all the way down to her pelvis where the shock of his life awaited. Where once had been black armor covering her body, now a long, fat, drooling length of cock protruded. Angry looking veins graced its rigid length as pre-cum dripped from its mighty tip in gobs.

Its girth expanded at the halfway point with a ridge of extra skin, giving it an equine appearance. Fittingly, the massive cum sack that dangled below the impossibly large penis looked like it could only belong to a horse. To see such a thing ...

... attached to a woman would've been horrifying, were his mouth not already watering with lust. He gazed at the oozing appendage as if in a trance. Declan's lips yearned to wrap around its thick, flared tip and begin pleasing his Goddess in haste.

Daemiel didn't make him wait. Her strong, slick tendrils pulled his helpless body to her crotch with dire need. Declan's obedient mouth opened and her bulbous, dribbling glans sank into his warm maw. The young man slurped and gagged around her as she plowed her considerable length to the halfway point in one thrust. His sucking lips were pulled all the way to the fleshy ring where her girth expanded.

The sorceress sighed in divine bliss. Her lust was at a fever peak. She'd been searching for her newest pleasure slave for weeks. Having found him last night and entered his dream, she still had to wait all day for the young man to arrive. Her careful planning and patience were about to be rewarded.

Her previous slave had lasted Daemiel a good fifty years. Fifty years of rutting, sucking, hole-stretching joy as she slowly drained him of his life essence to feed her eternal youth. Recently, she'd discovered spells that could slow the process and keep the slave in a state of suspended servitude. How much longer would Declan last? A hundred years? A thousand? There was only one way to tell and the experiment had just begun.

The enraptured woman seized his head with both hands. Declan gurgled around her cum pipe as it strained to ...