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Aww, looks like someone's in the mood to serve <3 I put part of this beneath a cut because it got pretty long :3

Of course, a demon would seek out a human to torture with his delightful little pets. Another demon would be able to take them too easily, and would probably even enjoy the experience. Humans, however, are in no way used to the whims of the underworld in such an intimate way, and so he pulls a random human from above to serve him. Lucky you!

You snap into existence in a dark plane ringed by fire. Your new master stands over you, grinning. "Congratulations," he purrs. "You're the next cocksleeve who gets to serve me." His eyes gleam devilishly (of course). "Well, not me, directly. I have a few friends who need help."

You want to ask what he means, but your answer is given to you in the form of a loud growl. Warm breath brushes the back of your neck, but a chill goes up your spine as whatever's behind you growls again. You turn around slowly, afraid of what you'll see, and you're greeted with a hellhoud, fur black as night and eyes blazing red. Several of them, actually.

You don't have time to count before you're manhandled into position by something you can't see, bent over forward with your legs spread, cunt exposed. "My sweet dogs get frustrated when they're pent up, but I want to have my own fun," the demon says nonchalantly. He snaps a finger, and a luxurious chair forms from the ground. He sits down and lounges in it, and you feel something hot press up against your exposed pussy. "Humans are so pathetic that I can't resist playing with them sometimes."

Suddenly, the hellhound looming over you shoves the very tip of his cock into you. You yelp in surprise, then melt into frightened whimpers as the hound pushes forward, stretching you wide, wide, wider than you've ever been before. Combined with just how hot the cock is - literally - you can already tell that the demon dragged you down here to destroy you on purpose. His satisfied smirk says everything for him. Meanwhile, unbidden tears are welling up in your eyes from the pain, the surprise, and the stimulation.

"Poor thing. You think this is bad?" the demon says in a voice dripping with condescension. "He hasn't even started fucking you yet!" He pauses, leaning around you slightly to gauge his pet's progress. "He's not even all the way in, I don't think." He clicks his tongue in disappointment. "If you can't handle this, you're not going to like what he needs to do for you to satisfy him."

I’d be flushed all day, softly huffing, shallow breaths as I try and stay composed like I would any ordinary day. My boyfriend squeezing my hand constantly to make sure I’m holding up, reassuring me that once we get home we’ll finally be able to see the results from this humiliating little experiment, hoping he holds me close while I sit between his legs in front of our mirror. I wanna feel the release and satisfying “pop” of the knot after he slowly pulls the toy from my hole, his cruel little gasp as what’s left of his load spills out from the gape between my legs and onto the floor, fighting against time before my muscles start to tighten again. He keeps me spread open with one hand, another on my jaw directing my gaze to the reflection of my ruined hole, taking pride in his work he praises me endlessly for being such a brave little pup.

i just wanna post my location somewhere, "horny slut available for use in room 309, three holes available including already wet boycunt, no condoms allowed, multiple participants at a time allowed and encouraged, bring your own bondage supplies/toys if desired"

i won't even have to wait long, as soon as one person finds me and starts fucking me i'm pretty sure other people would quickly join because two of the walls of this room are floor to ceiling windows that you can see from a pretty busy path through this part of campus, so if people see me through the window getting fucked like a good little whore, i think it wouldn't be long before word got out and a line formed to get a turn using my holes

Being held in the air and having your hole stuffed by either one huge tentacle or multiple at the same time in the same hole. Gooey cum fillings that leave your middle stuffed heavy unable to carry all of it. So cum spatters on the floor and stains your inner thighs.

Being injected by what you agreed upon. An aphrodisiac that makes you cum harder than you ever have before? An agent that lets your hole stretch more than you ever would have been able to before. A breeding potion that makes you only think about being the perfect seedbed and nothing more? An inducer that makes your nipples spray milk like a neglected cow as soon as you swallow it? ... What did you agree on again?

Maybe you agreed to let them body mod you however they liked for the week so they could mold you to be the perfect incubator. ... was that this client?

Hole clentching and clentching hard on the length(s) pistioning in and out of you with a purpose. Cum sloppily pouring into you at a rate that has you laughing near cum drunk. Dazidly trying to remember if this client only pushed cum into you or if you'll have to prepare for an egg clutch... or a couple.

Dumbly moaning as the small girl feels her sister's fingers against her ruined entrance. Her fingers meeting no resistance as she pushes 1, 2, 3, 4, her whole fist disappearing into her trembling sibling. It feels so warm and tight and slick and sticky, horse cum oozing around her wrist while she pumps her little sis's sensitive spots, making her squirt all over the floor again.

Ooh, I like this one <3

Maybe I wanna try some portal shenanigans, just for fun. No harm in trying everything once, right? The seller doesn't tell me where the other side of the portal is, but I guess that's not important. In fact, that's almost the point of portals. If I can't see who or what is gonna fuck me next, I have no control over it, and that's exactly what I'm signing up for.

It just so happens to be my luck that whoever has the other side of the portal decides to try it when the portal activates in public one day. I suppose I should have seen this coming - and I kind of did, if I chose to go outside with the runes of a magic ritual around my cunt - but it still takes me off-guard when something, something warm, presses up against my pussy. I can barely contain my gasp when it slides in, eased by just how wet I am. Even wearing this in public gets me worked up, so it makes sense for it to be even better when I'm actually put to use. My breathing speeds up as the mystery cock inside of me slips deeper, deeper, taking it nice and slow just to tease me.

Then, with no warning, the pace does a complete 180 as it slams home with as much force as it can. I yelp in surprise, garnering a couple of strange looks, but I can't pay attention to whoever might hear me as I focus on reining in the noises that want to escape my mouth. Whoever is on the other side of those runes wants to turn me into a mess, and I can already tell that they're gonna do a really good job of it. I half-resent them for choosing to do it while I'm in public, but it's not like they have any way to know where I would be, so I can't really blame them. The other half of me looks forward to how people around me might react when I can't control myself anymore.

I'm getting closer and closer to finding out by the minute as the cock inside thrusts with no abandon, setting a brutal rhythm. This is clearly someone who likes treating a hole rough, and I'm grateful for that as my knees get weaker and I struggle not to moan aloud. More and more people seem to be taking notice, some with looks of disdain, some with knowing smirks, and some with eager grins. The increased surveillance only makes me wetter, which makes it easier for the current stranger to use me. It's an exponential process that inevitably ends in a way I can't put into words (especially not in my current state), but one that I look forward to. I look forward to it a lot.

Part of the game, though, is seeing just how long I can withstand it.

Unfortunately (and fortunately) for me, I just so happen to be close to losing by the time someone decides I'm in the right state to approach. Just as they put their hand on my shoulder from behind, though, I drop to my knees, shaking in pleasure, and it's oh-so-easy to manipulate me into position from there, ass up and pants down. Some onlookers laugh as the runes around my pussy are exposed and they figure out what has me acting this way, but others are all too eager to make use of a cunt clearly willing to be treated like a toy in public.

There's quickly a cock struggling to shove in alongside the one already in my cunt, but the one that makes use of my ass has no such trouble. They take it slightly more slowly than the stranger using magic, but that doesn't mean it's any less pleasurable for me; the mismatch in pace means that I'm always on the receiving end of someone's thrusts. The combination of sensations only heightens when someone manages to stretch my pussy wide, wide around two cocks at once, one of them physical and the other on the other end of a portal who-knows-where. It's so easy to make me moan in pleasure, my eyes half-closed, and that just makes more of the onlookers laugh, some of them gladly jacking off at the sight of me being used. They don't even have to be the ones inside me to get pleasure from this.

I slip deeper and deeper into ecstasy, and it's easy for the people around me and in my holes to goad me into saying whatever they want. They demand I tell them what a slut I am, how happy I am to get fucked in public, how good it feels to be a messy free-use toy, and I can only obey, every sentence punctuated by moans and profanity as I struggle to hold onto some semblance of language just so that I can properly take orders. Of course, I don't really need to talk if I'm just getting fucked by a bunch of strangers, but it makes them cum faster if I take their orders, so it's just more fun for everyone involved. Cum spatters my skin from the crowd of strangers jacking off around me, and more seed fills my holes from the line of strangers taking advantage of the situation.

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I take a deep breath as I leave the house. My dress is midnight blue, so that I don't draw attention. It's very late. So late, in fact, that I expect to be alone on the streets with the drunkards and beggars, but they're mostly at the outskirts of the city.

I'm headed to the throne square.

The throne festival ended last week, nobody could take the cock. A lot of people try every year, because whoever can take the cock will be the new ruler of this kingdom.

The last king died decades ago. None of his childre, neither sons nor daughters could sit on the thrones cock. We're without leader, without King or Queen.

My father forbid me from joining the masses trying to pleasure the throne-cock. He said no matter the reward, I couldn't be seen half naked, trying to fuck myseld on a cock that's too big for me anyways. I know why: he wants me to marry a nobleman like himself. Someone with lots of estates and money.

He can't stop me now. I've been waiting for this opportunity since I've been old enough to join the festival: he is on a business trip, trying to sort out some kind of trouble with his beloved vineyard in the south and he'll be gone for a few days.

My maid tried to take the cock herself but failed. She told me to have fun. But still, I'm nervous. Everyone is allowed to try sitting on the throne at any given time, the festival is just a tradition to try and lure in people from cities and towns that are further away.

Should I fail to sit on it, I want to make sure nobody sees me. So here I am, wearing a dark dress, sneaking around but I was right before: nobody is out at this time of the night. My only companions are the streetlights and the warm night air.

I'm near the throne now. The square is beautiful, decorated with flowers and banners and cloths. A warm breeze moves the big white curtains hanging above the square. A big canopy is sheltering the throne from the weather and torches are casting soft light onto the throne. I've seen it numerous times before.

The cock is half-hard now, sprouting from the seat. It's dark, obsidian and shimmering. There's nothing like it, it's beautiful. It looks every bit the magical thing it is in the soft light.

I take a deep breath when I reach it. The torches are flickering behind me, casting shadows.

I gasp when I touch the cock. It's warm, the texture is soft. I give it some experimental pumps with my hand and decide that I could need some time to get used to the idea of this big rod inside one of my holes, so I start by teasing the tip with my thumb. I can feel it twitching, but I know that this doesn't mean anything.

It's been twitching before, but nobody has ever gotten it to cum after the last true King and nobody has sat on it either since then.

I kneel down before the throne after making sure I really am alone on the square and lick the cock from where it sprouts from the seat to it's dark tip. It tastes like a shooting star: otherwordly. It's not unpleasant, so I take the tip into my mouth and start to swirl my tongue around it. I feel myself getting wet.

The cock get's harder and I start pumping the shaft with my free hands while my mouth works the tip. I try to take more of it down my throat, but I don't have a lot of practice with this kind of act. I'm not married, after all. And with a bit of luck I will never marry, either.

If I can really pull it off, if I can sit on it, I will never have to marry someone my father picks for me. I'll be the Queen. He laughed into my face when I told him that I wanted to try and said there's never been a woman on that throne. I mustn't try to do it, to avoid sullying his reputation and mine, so he can marry me off to some nobleman.

I'm practically dripping now, while worshipping the throne-cock with my mouth like this. It's rock hard and twitching, my arousal soaks my silk underwear. I want to touch myself like I've done so many times when I was alone, thinking of this moment but I decide against it.

Instead I stop sucking this glorious dick to get up.

This is the moment. I take a good look at the cock, proudly erect. I think I can even see pre-cum running down the tip and have to surpress a tiny moan. I'm sure that I can take it, it looks so good.

I turn around, hitch my dress up and push my panties to the side. I close my eyes and imagine my kingdom. I imagine myself as Queen and lower myself until I can feel the tip of the cock at my entrance. The hand that doesn't hold my dress up grabs under me to guide the cock through my slit a few times, coating it with my wetness.

And then I guide it to my opening. I mewl when the thick head psuhes into me, but I never stop my descend down onto it. The girth is stretching my hole and I make little fucking motions, going deeper every time I push down until - suddenly - it bottoms out inside of me.

I did it. I did it!

I'm seated on the throne, cock all the way inside me and it feels amazing. It's thick and long and it's mine.

The cock starts to move on it's own now and there is no doubt: It's accepted me as the new Queen. It's never done anything like it before.

I try to surpress my moans, but the cock is so deep inside me, fucking up into me in short, hard strokes and soon I'm moaning and mewling loudly.

The first people are starting to wake up, looking through their windows. I see more and more windows alight with candles, people are trying to see what's happening.

I'm jostles with the hard fucking I receive, "uh uh uh". I can feel an orgasm approaching, gripping the armrest. When it crashes over me, I cry myself hoarse, eyes closing at the intense sensations inside me.

I also feel the cock releasing a load of cum into my cunt. Hot, thick spurts of it shoot into me, prolonging my own orgasm until I feel like I might black out.

Maybe I actually lost consciousness for a few moments, because when I open my eyes again, the square is full of people. They're all looking at me.

One man of the nightwatch approaches me and lifts my dress. There I am, for all to see: panties pushed aside, cock inside me sitting on the throne. I know that the cum is overflowing, dripping onto the seat. The guard rips the fabric of my dress so my pussy stays exposed to the people and then, as if on command -

the crowd erupts into cheers.

Right, I remember, I am their Queen now.

I stay seated on the throne, cock inside me, for the whole night. More and more people gather on the square and the surrounding streets to celebrate. It's as if the throne knows this, it keeps fucking me, filling me with cum so everyone can see it. As if to make sure everyone knows that I am the Queen.

I've never felt such ecstasy, I'm high from one orgasm after another and the endless cheers of people. Soon, musicians join the people on the square.

The festives last three whole days. The coronation happens before my father comes back from his trip. He joins us right as I lower myself back down onto the cock, after I receive the crown and the sceptre. He tries to get to me, but my guards hold him back.

I am the Queen. And the cock releases another load into my cunt.

Wanna feel it move everytime I do and remind me who owns me while you're giving me heated looks. I'd be so squirmy when sitting down, desperately trying to hold in my moan cause it's so much and good but so hard to do.

And then, when nobody is looking, you tell me to bounce. I'd be shaking then, begging not to but you demand it again and so I'm gripping the base, slowly moving up and down, getting myself closer and closer while sitting in the middle of a café. Fuck, people could look anytime! We're far off behind a corner in the cafè but they could pass us and just, what would they think when seeing me?

This though turns me on even more and soon I'd be too lost in my pleasure to do anything but biting my hand to be quiet and I'm so fucking close but then you tell me to stop. I won't listen at first but you'd force me to, making me whine and cry. You're leaving me with soaked panties and shaking thighs, so desperate to cum but you just tell me to be a good lil slut and do as I'm told.

The priest had to keep a straight face through sermons and meetings, acting like they're not actively being railed and pumped full of demon cum. The priest switched to looser robes because of the constant cum being pumped into them by the demon that uses them as it wants and pleases had started bulging out their little tummy.

What if the demon is trying to corrupt the pretty priest and give into the pleasure and stop acting like nothing is happening despite the loads of cum being pumped into them and eventually it winning and the priest crumbling into their bed after getting to their room and begging the demon to fill and use them properly and the demon just knowing it won and corrupted the cute priest into it's personal eager cumslut.