Mistress Of The Marsh - Sex Stories

Mistress Of The Marsh

... extended the young man's pleasure beyond what his mind could handle.

“MMMMMMMMM!!! NNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH!”

Daemiel's groans continued until the last of her viscous pudding discharged into Declan's clogged holes. Her thick appendages slurped out of his mouth and ass reluctantly, allowing the former hunter to breathe and his tortured ass to rest. As the young man caught his breath and hung in a pleasure-racked daze, Daemiel lingered in the soaring high of climax. The ecstasy of double penetration and twin ejaculation was a joy only a powerful sorceress like herself would ever know.

The fire crackled and fizzed not far away. After a while, Daemiel spoke.

“That was the first, my pet. The first of many.”

Declan looked up at his new Goddess and his dazed expression faded into a lovesick smile. Even after what he'd just gone through, his desire for her hadn't faltered. If anything, he wanted more. To be closer to Mistress Daemiel. To please her more and be subject to her every whim.

“Thank you, Mistress.”

Daemiel gazed down at him with a knowing grin. The aphrodisiacs her tendrils leaked were also present in her abundant semen. The ecstatic feeling in his bulging stomach and stretched bowels were no accident. The chemicals produced by her magically enhanced body would ensure he remain a loyal and eager servant for the rest of his days.

Even after the sexual frenzy she'd just unleashed, Daemiel's cock soon regained its rigid form. Its plump head oozed again ...

... with thick, white sludge. Her nipples grew rock hard and she could feel her fat scrotum preparing another meal for her helpless slave. The power she'd accrued had come with a price. Her sex drive only seemed to increase the longer the sorceress lived. It was a burden she was happy to bare. Most days, it didn't feel like a curse at all.

“We'll head back to my lair, soon. I'm sure you're eager to see your new home. But first...”

More tendrils emerged from her demonic form and wrapped around Declan's frame, tighter and more completely than the first time. His entire body was ensconced in their warm, wet, massaging grip from the neck down. Two shorter tendrils arced upward and wrapped around Daemiel's nipples, adding to her pleasure as she prepared for a second, longer round of rutting.

Daemiel could feel the bump in Declan's belly, the product of her first batch of emissions. It wasn't that big. Surely, he could handle one more deluge of viscous cum before one of her potions was needed to unclog his soiled anatomy.

She guided him forward and took firm hold of his head for the second time. Her gunked up bitch-breaker slid back into his mouth; pulsing pleasurably in its new home. Declan was enthralled by her pungent smell and taste. He sucked away dutifully and wagged his tongue along the bottom of her supple flesh. He grunted as her impossibly thick schlong glided its way down his seed-slathered tongue and plunged back into his warm, tight throat.

Daemiel's tail sank ...