Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Julie Hypnotic
Title: Cold Stone
Summary: A demon's possession of a woman.
Keywords: FMMMMM, oral, anal, supernatural, rough, cumshowers, slut,
demons

   COLD STONE By Julie Hypnotic

   (This was written for a special friend and former writing partner, Lita,
with whom I share some bizarre fantasies, many of which are revealed in
this story.  Welcome to our world of demon lovers, blood play, deep anal,
cumshowers, and a tiny bit of male / male sex.  Not much, I promise. 
Feedback wanted and much appreciated.  As usual, I present this unedited.
Sorry, folks.)

   000

   Lita raised her head as consciousness returned.  The full moon shone in
her eyes and no sound aside from the occasional whisper of wind-blown
leaves reached her ears.

   Where am I?  She wondered, not quite able to discern her surroundings.
There was no hint of fear, no apprehension, just a dull ache in the small
of her back and a persistent throb in her crotch.  Her wits returned a
little at a time, and she saw that she was in a clearing surrounded by
large, graceful pines with the alluring scent of honeysuckle filling her
senses.  Naked and alone, she watched the trees sway above her, startled by
the desire that coursed through her body.  The branches tumbled overhead,
as if beckoning to forces unknown to the girl.  She trembled.

   Underneath her, the cold stone slab she lay upon soon warmed from the
heat of her body and she knew she hadn't been there very long.  Her wrists
and ankles were anchored somehow to this monument...

   (alter?)

   ...and she found she could only move a few inches up or down.  No side
to side movement was allowed no matter how she tried.  At last becoming
alarmed, she sought to free herself from her bonds, tugging and twisting
with all her might.  For her trouble, she received sharp pain and blood
flow as the ropes that secured her bit deeper into her skin.

   Exhausted, she lay still.  Distant voices began to filter through to her
and she looked around, though there was nothing to see.  Lita panicked,
struggling harder as the voices neared, yet excited by this unknown
approach.  She wondered if she was dreaming.  Sending her dark hair flying,
she shook her head from side-to-side.  Still, the voices, the chanting, and
the dreamy quality persisted.  Frustrated, she lay still and waited as her
heart pounded hard inside her chest.

   At last, the limbs parted and the source of the voices began to emerge.
She counted five of them.  All men, all bald, and all wearing dark robes.
Her vaginal muscles began to contract around nothing more than
insubstantial air as they approached, heads down, chanting softly.  Lita
calmed herself, floating on a wispy cloud of need.  She relaxed her body as
the feeling that this had happened before took over.

   The leader of the robed men...

   (priests?)

   ...approached, carrying a tray and not meeting her gaze.  He spoke
softly and though the words were unrecognizable, she felt the power they
contained.  He bent, set the tray down and looked her full in the face. 
She gasped.  His eyes were dark, bent on some inner thought, some divine
aspect of the scene that Lita could not grasp.  He emanated warmth and
brought a hand above her prone body.  It held a flask.

   The other priests gathered close, still whispering their soft words and
not looking upon her.  The front of their robes stood out straight and Lita
realized they all sported massive erections.  Helplessly, a groan escaped
her lips.

   The leader spoke, "I am Morgan.  We are here to draw the Divine One, and
you will help us.  Know this." and his eyes bored into her, "before this
night is through, each of these priests will have used your body.  You may
not enjoy all of this attention, but you will be rewarded with a place by
His side for eternity.  A bride you will be, to further His line." Chanting
again, he tilted the bottle and tiny drops of cold red wine splattered upon
Lita's flesh.

   The robes were removed and the priests approached.  They touched her
body, drawing circles in the wine, pulling it along her skin as if she were
a canvas upon which they painted.  She watched fearfully as their huge
cocks bobbed up and down but she felt herself grow moist with lust.  Their
hypnotic chanting drove the seed of desire further through her soul, until
she ached for some untold penetration.

   Morgan emptied his flask onto her skin and each of the priests took a
turn at a new flask, drinking deeply, and uttering harsh cries as the laced
spirits entered their bloodstreams.

   Morgan took hold of Lita and dragged her up the length of cold stone
until her head dangled from its end.  He threw off his robe with a flourish
and brandished, in one hand, his huge penis.  His eyes were slits,
impossible to read, and he forced her lips open with a hand on her chin. 
Lita gulped air and attempted to squirm but he held her fast and brought
the head of his cock near her mouth.

   She fought.  Disoriented and frightened, she struggled as the invading
appendage sought its way through her lips.  The scent of him was maddening;
her body betrayed her as his slit produced a single drop of clear,
unbearably sweet fluid that coated her lips and whetted her appetite.

   More!  Her body begged.  More!

   Weakening from the power of her desire, she tried once more to force her
head away, but Morgan muttered under his breath and gave a vicious thrust.
She gagged and tried to twist clear of his grasp, but he was strong and she
was helpless.  Smoothly, his cock entered her lips, floated across her
tongue, and probed the back of her throat, along the way exciting every
nerve ending she possessed.  The continued murmurs of the priests soothed
her terror and hungrily, she gave in, accepting Morgan's cock.

   The lesser priests' touches grew more frenzied.  They pushed and prodded
at Lita, drawing their hands up and down her limbs and breathing loudly. 
One of them encircled her tight nipples and began to pump.  Up and down the
fingers flew, causing her to cry out against the cock in her mouth, begging
her captors for more.  More hands, more touches, more everything, and soon
as if in answer to her cries, a finger trailed its way up the hot skin of
her thigh.  She held her breath, suffering the unending barrage of Morgan's
slick member scraping the roof of her mouth and desperately wanting that
floating finger to press harder and enter her deepest cavity.

   Morgan grew impatient with her confusion.  He slipped free and tilted a
flask above her face until cool red liquid filled Lita's mouth.  She choked
and tried to spew the offending fluid from her lips, but Morgan's hand
covered her face and she was forced to drink.  After her struggles quieted
and her mind grew foggy, he slid his cock back inside her mouth and gave a
small groan of satisfaction.

   Below her, the priests were growing frantic.  She heard their muffled
moans and felt their wandering fingers.  A hot blast of lust filled her
body as the drug sped through her system, and she thrust her hips rapidly,
seeking the ultimate culmination.  Without her awareness, her lips became a
circle and her throat a vacuum as she sought to empty Morgan of his vital
force.  Sucking deeply, she allowed him to maneuver until the entirety of
his cock was seated in her throat.

   His face was a grimace of pleasure as he gave in to the base, human
desires inside him.  Roughly, he grasped her throat and pumped his hips. 
Lita moaned as his cock left her airway.  She sucked in huge gulps of air
and lifted her head in search of his meat.  Morgan gave a grim smile and
obliged her by slipping back inside.

   Her body was truly on fire.  She burned with need and whimpered between
the energy charged thrusts of Morgan's cock.  The priests became more
familiar with her and she felt one of them take her hand and wrap it around
his penis.  She gripped and allowed him to control the pressure of her
fingers as she succumbed to an orgy of lust and ran her fingers through his
precum.  Another priest began to slide his cock against the outside of her
right thigh.  She quivered in sensory overload.

   A word from Morgan and all movement aside from his stopped.  He bore
down, leaning slightly forward while the other priests watched and moved
his cock swiftly in and out of her lips.  Groaning in protest, and silently
willing the others to touch her once more, Lita sucked hard.  She felt his
hot skin rush across her tongue; she felt its texture and the insistent way
it throbbed within her mouth.  His release was nearing, she could tell, yet
she wished to delay it and so allowed her teeth to touch down at the base
of his shaft.  Morgan gasped and tried to break free, but Lita held on with
all her might.

   Morgan's hands snaked down to her neck once more and his grip grew tight
and hard.  She could not breathe against his clutches, but the fire in her
pussy was building to an undeniable plateau.  She wanted to cum more than
anything.  Working her muscles as best she could, Lita clenched her thighs
and rocked hard, knowing that climax for her was imminent if left to her
own devices for just a moment longer.

   But Morgan was insistent.  He choked her harder and tightened his ass,
loosening her hold and sending the head of his cock the last few measures
into her throat.  He slipped past her tonsils until his pubic hair was
pressed roughly into her chin, his heavy testicles charging her senses with
their sharp, sexual aroma.  Lita struggled as the world around her grew
dark, yet her cunt knew victory for as the darkness crept closer, she
exploded in pleasure, writhing helplessly upon the cold stone, her pussy
clutching frantically at empty air.  Morgan flexed his cock in her throat a
few times then withdrew.  Gradually, her breath returned and the world grew
light once more.

   "Watch, my brethren." Morgan's voice was husky with desire.  "Watch
closely, for the Master has gifted me with a volume unlike any of you have
ever witnessed.  I will drown this girl in my seed and you will all enjoy
watching her drink from me."

   Lita returned to the task at hand, her body temporarily sated.  She
opened her throat, emitting tiny moans, and relished the feel of Morgan's
cock slipping into her mouth.  Her excited mind imagined the picture she
made, saliva running down her face as that spectacular cock fitted itself
perfectly into her oral opening.  Lust began to grow within her again, and
she thirsted for the Divine Drink she knew was coming.

   Still holding her neck with both of his hands, Morgan fucked deeply into
her mouth.  Lita rejoiced and took all that he gave her, mindless of the
need for air or the world around them.  Without warning, he withdrew again
leaving her mouth hollow and cold.  Lita cried out and lifted her face to
him, but he only stared.

   "The Master does not like games little one.  Do not test Him, or me, for
you will regret it.  Do you want me inside your mouth?" He asked.  "Speak!"

   "Yes!  Please, give it back to me," she begged.

   He laughed and his eyes grew darker, but he benevolently slipped back
into her warmth, sighing as she engulfed him without hesitation.

   "Pump my brothers.  Pump yourselves hard for there will be more to
expend inside the body of this girl."

   The priests gathered close, each one lifting his cock and stroking it in
her direction.  Lita squirmed, attempting to inch closer, longing to feel
the shower of seed that would soon cover her body.  Silently, they pumped
hard, coaxing their juice to begin the rise from testicles, to cock, to
Lita.

   Morgan was in control and she willingly relinquished to him what should
have been hers alone.  He filled her mouth with his hardness, and she
groaned her encouragement.  Quickly, he pressed into her, slowly, he
retracted, and Lita knew depths of frustration she had never felt before.
She concentrated, watching his face for signs of climax for her thirst had
reached enormous proportions.

   "It is coming little one.  Your drink, your elixir, your birth fluid. 
Prepare yourself, child." He wheezed, his voice low and deep.

   Lita responded by sucking harder, caressing his shaft with velvet
strokes of her slick tongue, her throat truly becoming a soul vacuum.  Her
eyes grew wide as she felt him expand in her mouth, causing her lips to
stretch until they began to crack.  His balls were tight and hot against
her forehead and she readied herself, her cunt once more wet and craving
penetration.  Oh, to have this monster inside me, she thought, and her
voice reduced itself to a needy whimper as she gurgled around his member.

   Guttural groans slipped from Morgan's throat.  He buried his trembling
meat in her mouth and allowed his fingers to caress her cheeks.

   "Yes, my child.  It comes.  He comes.  Drink!" He hissed.

   And then he was squirting and Lita was struggling to keep up.  Again and
again, thick streams of creamy semen flew from his cock.  He moaned and
worked his hips, driving his ejaculating shaft deeper than ever and
watching her squirm to take it all.  When her lips could contain no more
and her throat could no longer keep up, the viscous white fluid overflowed
in enticing rivers of white and trailed down her cheeks.  She coughed a
little and an inch of him retracted, allowing her to recover enough to
suckle once more.  And suckle she did, thirsty, insane with lust, and
craving him with all her energy.

   Letting his head fall back in pleasure, Morgan signaled quietly and four
pairs of hands began to open her thighs.  Still she drank, swallowing
rapidly to consume every ounce of the supreme liquid offered to her.  The
priests opened her and their hands inched higher.  Lita jerked as they
found her cunt, each one tugging hard at her lips, her clitoris, her entire
groin.  She lifted her hips the few inches her bonds would allow and her
legs fell open.  Savagely, fingers began to enter her and she welcomed each
fiery touch.  Ignoring the pain, almost welcoming it, she made herself be
still and at last, one hand found and stayed with her swollen clitoris.

   Lita closed her eyes, swallowing shot after shot of Morgan's cum as that
lone hand stroked intently.  The rest of the world was forgotten.  There
was only Morgan, his delicious cock, his followers, and the pleasure that
shot along her nerve endings.  It rolled over her slowly, building to a
high, then spreading through her body, and still Morgan came.  Just when
the rise grew to be unbearable, Lita fell hard into orgasm.  Morgan slipped
free and showered her with the rest of his seed, the priests following
suit, and soon Lita was cumming endlessly, quivering as the pleasure grew,
relishing the feel of hot jets of milky semen striking her body.

   All but one of the priests ejaculated onto her.  The one who touched her
clitoris, giving her the gift of unselfish pleasure, merely continued to
stroke.  Lita gasped and lurched against her bonds, forgetting about the
inevitable blood, and searching for his face.  As she settled down, her
cunt releasing fluid in short blasts, she smiled at him tenderly and felt
love grow in her breast.

   "You!  You have been chosen.  Enter her now so that He may enter you."
Morgan commanded of Lita's thoughtful lover as the rest of the priests
pushed her body down until her buttocks hung just off of the opposite end
of the alter.  Two of them lifted her legs and spread her open until she
moaned in pain.  She was exposed, her pussy ready for penetration, her body
hungry for it.

   The young man paused at her feet and drew his hands up the soft thigh
flesh that lay open for him.  He caressed her so tenderly that tears filled
Lita's eyes.  Morgan issued a warning and commanded the other priests to
give her lover another drink from the tainted flask.  Lita understood that
the result would likely mean her lover's tenderness would disappear, but
her pussy was burning too hot to care.  All she wanted was to be fucked and
fucked hard.

   The man growled and threw his head back, the drug releasing his primal
lust.  When he looked at her again, his eyes glittered darkly.  Lita gulped
and held her breath.

   His tenderness was indeed gone.  He bent forward and drove his cock into
her.  Hard and fast, he penetrated and pushed until blood flowed from
inside her.  Lita screamed, the pain sharp and punishing, but the pleasure
intense beyond words.  She shoved back at him, wishing to lift her legs and
lock them about his waist until her own momentum matched his, but her bonds
pulled her back into place and her cuts ran freely.

   Even so confined, Lita's fucking was fierce.  Mindless of the pain and
blood, she struggled to take him all the way inside her pussy.  Without
reservation, she gave every bit of her body over to him, and to Morgan, and
to the rest of her naked priests.  Her groans were loud and hot, inciting
the priests to fresh frenzy as her lust engorged vocal cords rendered her
sounds husky.

   Morgan chanted once more and the moon slid behind a cloud.  Above her,
the unknown man slowed his pace, hissing his pleasure out in tiny moans
before ceasing all movement.  As Lita gazed at him, his face grew as still
as the stone upon which she lay and his eyes lit up as if a force had taken
him.

   "No!" she cried, "please no!  Fuck me.  I beg you, please fuck me!"

   "Hush girl." Morgan whispered.  "We tire of your prattle.  Lucas is
infused now, filled with His Presence.  Feel It enter you.  Feel It change
you, and be grateful.  We do not have long to wait now."

   Lucas jerked once, sending his still swollen cock back into her pussy.
She sighed at first and moved closer, but then she saw the man above her
start to change.  His face twisted into a parody of himself as he began to
transform.  His eyes were amber points of light that cast reflections upon
her blood smeared skin and his head seemed to grow large before her gaze.

   "No, no.  What's happening?" Lita whispered.

   Lucas glared at her and Morgan uttered a warning for silence.  She
obeyed, turned on and revolted at the same time, as her lover became... 
something else.

   "Watch my brethren.  Watch and see.  Know that the time is at hand. 
This night will be the mark, indeed the anniversary, of our new lives and
this brave girl makes it possible." Morgan chanted.

   Lucas growled and Lita saw twin points...

   (horns?)

   ...emerge from his scalp.  She screamed and tried to twist free,
abandoning her desire, her need, her lust.  Fear had overcome those things
and escape was all that she could think of.  Lucas placed his hand upon her
mouth to silence her.  He leaned close and nuzzled his face into her neck
as his transformation continued.  She laid still and quiet, only her gasps
for breath and pounding heart rending the silence in the air.

   When next she looked upon him, the man Lucas was gone, and the demon
Lucas stood in his place.  Lita swooned and fell into unconsciousness.

   (wake up)

   (awake, my bride)

   (do not be afraid.  come to me now)

   She wanted to sleep.  Her body was tired and uncomfortable, but hands
tugged at her; they moved her; they lifted her, they repositioned her. 
Very slowly, she opened her eyes.

   The moon was there again, lighting the clearing and revealing all in
awesome detail.  Looking first at her body, she saw that the ropes were
gone.  Decorating her flesh were countless cuts, some tiny, some large, and
blood shone starkly against the white of her skin.  It was still fresh,
still running, and the sight of it stirred her libido once more.

   ...I bled for you, my darling...

   (I know)

   ...I bleed still...

   (Yes, my queen)

   ...I want to bleed more.  For you...

   (You will)

   Lita raised her eyes and smiled upon her Love.  Lucas returned the
smile, though His was more a grimace.  Together they spoke, but only the
two of them could hear.  Around them, the priests were bowed and resting on
their knees in worship.  Lita struggled to sit and Lucas assisted her
gently.

   "Did we...?" she began.

   "No.  You must be awake for that, but my patience wears thin.  I yearn
to complete the act."

   "Me too, Lucas."

   Lucas inclined his head toward Morgan in signal and together the priests
lifted her body and turned her over while Lucas stood in waiting.  Lita's
heart beat swiftly against her ribcage and she could not halt her shivers
of anticipation.  She did not know what was going to happen to her; she
knew only compliance and an eagerness to serve.

   Morgan stood near Lucas, tense and waiting for signals from his Master.
Lita could not understand the syllables that flew from Lucas's mouth but
she saw the other priests scramble into position in response.  They raised
her to her knees and she felt the cold stone dig into her flesh, but she
welcomed the cleansing pain.

   From the tray that Morgan had brought, a dagger was produced.  Though it
was clearly made of steel, it had no luminescence, seeming to detract
light; almost to absorb it, and no reflections glittered from its surface
despite the full moon.  It lay in Morgan's hands, dark and lusterless, but
still it stood out as if in relief to the night world they occupied.  Its
handle was ornately carved and Lita felt the presence of "old" as she
looked upon it.

   Morgan bowed his head and held the dagger out to Lucas.  Once the Master
gripped the handle, it began to glow.  He approached the quivering girl,
reached underneath her, and laid the blade against her belly.  Lita gasped
as it burnt its shape into her skin.  Startled, but spellbound, she saw
tendrils of smoke rise from her body and she writhed in agony, wondering
only how a metal blade exposed to the cool night air could be so hot.

   Lucas captured her chin in His hand and lifted her face to His.  His
handsomeness was gone, but Lita was enamored of Him all the same.  Her eyes
traced the horns that protruded from His skull and she smiled tenderly as
His grin revealed sharp fangs where teeth had once been.

   "My lover," she whispered.

   "My Queen," He responded.

   The moment gone, Lucas tilted her head back roughly until her neck
screamed in protest as He moved the blade to her throat.  The priests held
her still.  Lucas's harsh voice uttered chants in a singsong sound that
belied His brutal appearance and very slowly, He dipped the blade into an
artery in her neck.

   Lita cried out.  She felt the burning blade push against her tightened
skin; she felt its hot entrance as it slipped inside her, opening her vein
and allowing her clean blood to flow in a single river of perfection.

   Lucas lifted her limp body and settled His mouth against the opening. 
He sucked hard and like a hiss of hot air, Lita heard her life force begin
to trickle from her to her Master.  She sighed, allowing herself to drown
in bliss.

   Behind her, Morgan organized an assault.  He positioned one of the
lesser priests, holding the man's huge and erect cock against the opening
to Lita's ass.  She began to moan and press back against the appendage. 
Morgan directed the priest, who was lost in the throes of religious
ecstasy. He told the priest to fuck himself into the girl.  He told him to
rip her open, and to spare no tenderness.

   "The girl must be subjugated.  She must be broken down and built anew,
clean and pure for Master." His instructions grew harsh and Lita felt the
man behind her tremble.  "Fuck the girl.  Fuck her asshole.  Cleanse her
for the One we worship." Impatience seeped in, "Do it now!"

   With a mighty thrust, the priest pushed and Lita felt a rending occur.
She screamed, releasing a fresh burst of blood into the mouth of her
Master. Lucas groaned and drank from her.  She saw Him change once more as
He grew large before her eyes, His back bending to accommodate His new
height.  From behind Him, a tail began to emerge and Lita watched,
fascinated, as it grew and twisted around Lucas as if it were not attached
to His body.  The tail snaked up and touched Lita's belly, stroking her
breasts, lapping at her nipples with its forked end.  Behind her, the
priest in her asshole fell into rapture and plunged his cock deeper into
her ass.

   "Oh!  Oh, Master!  Oh Master!  Oh!" She cried.

   The pain was immense, but Lita felt herself give way to it; she welcomed
it, became part of it, and its power moved her to tears.  She pushed
against the priest, careful not to dislodge her beloved from His feast, and
fucked the lesser priests' cock enthusiastically.  She heard the man groan,
felt him grip her buttocks until they bled as he ruthlessly hammered into
her, and she waited anxiously for the release of his seed knowing that she
would grow strong from it to better feed her Master.

   Lucas had doubled in body size.  Staggering as though drunk on Lita's
blood, He lifted His head and peered over her shoulder grunting His
pleasure at seeing His Queen impaled so mightily.  He growled and threw His
head back as His forked tail caressed Lita's nipples.

   The priest shuddered and cried out as his cum exited his body.  He
plunged once more and held on as he climaxed inside her.  Lita whispered
encouragement as the power of his ejaculation filled her.  She reached down
and guided her Master's head back to her neck.

   "Drink, my Love.  Grow strong for me."

   Lucas settled His lips around her seeping slit like a nursing child and
Lita prepared herself for the next assault.

   Morgan acted swiftly, and Lita saw, through her detached mind, that
Morgan's body quivered and his cock had reached a state of hardness unlike
any she had ever seen.  He shoved the second priest into place and urged
him to enter the girl's asshole.  The spent priest that had just vacated
her hole bent his head to lick away his excess semen, which had escaped
from around the new intruder.

   Lita squealed in delight, and empowered now, thrust her small ass
rapidly, sucking the new cock deep into her cavity and squeezing her
muscles around him.  She was anxious to fuck her Master and wished to speed
up this maddening process.

   The tail that had so wonderfully stroked her nipples moved to her pussy,
its slightly feathered edges brushing her clitoris until it grew taut and
rose up from her labia.  It throbbed and trembled and Lita moaned softly.
Lucas slowed His suction and teased her cut with His tongue.  The feeling
was pleasure undefined and Lita wallowed in it while her hips and tight ass
reduced the second fucking priest to a mass of pure sensation.  The man
called out his orgasm and bent low over her, emptying with unrestrained
pleasure deep into her ass.

   Lucas slid from His place at her neck, sated and nearly full.  He moved
to slide under her, bellowing new orders to His faithful servant, Morgan.
Lita felt the heat of the blade as it pierced again, nearly swooning as it
dipped into the femoral artery of her left thigh.  She knew this could
extinguish her life, but she trusted Master to know what He was doing and
so she accepted only the pleasure it gave, rejecting the fear.

   Her Master sighed and drank from the new cut and Lita suffered waves of
dizziness.  Before her eyes, Lucas's cock came into view as He shifted his
position beneath her.  It was truly massive.  It climbed up from a thick
bed of softly curling hair; it pulsed visibly and glowed a subtle red, as
if about to tap into a cauldron of lava.  Lita's mouth watered and she
opened her lips at the same time that Morgan's face appeared in front of
her.  Together they shared a knowing look: one of deep love and desire for
their Master.  Lita knew that Morgan wished to serve, maybe even more than
she did.  With an inclination of her head, she signaled her intentions to
share her Beloved and together, they began to stroke Master's huge cock
with their tongues.

   Lucas moaned and thrust His hips upward.  His tail continued to play
upon Lita's clit as He suckled from her thigh.  The third priest was
already fucking her ass, his cock perhaps the largest yet aside from
Master's, and the burning pleasure that it gave her caused her movements to
become more frenzied.  Lita felt her approach to climax; it lifted her,
buoying her body high to a place of pleasure she had never visited before.
She thought that she would be put to the test to endure the pleasure that
fucking Master would give her as she could barely withstand the ripples
that stabbed her body now.

   Morgan inched closer and took Master's cockhead into his mouth.  It
excited Lita to watch him suck it so desperately.  Master moaned, His hot
breath coating her legs with warmth.  Greedily, she moved to recapture her
treasure from Morgan, but Master bade her wait.

   "Let him suck, my Queen.  It will enslave him to us forever, and we'll
have need of such a servant."

   Regretfully, Lita drew back and fitted her hands around the portion of
Master's cock that Morgan could never hope to reach.  She allowed herself
to move against the dick in her ass as she watched Morgan submit to Master
just for a taste of His seed.  She admired his zeal and vowed to excel
above it in order to please Master even better.

   Lucas inserted his tongue deeply into the cut on Lita's thigh.  She
screamed and squeezed harder on the base of His cock, flexing her body hard
so as to force more blood from her veins into His mouth.  Morgan's eyes
grew round and wide as the massive meat inside his mouth began to shudder.
Lita saw the effect; she saw Morgan's cheeks bulge and then contract and
she knew a mighty blast was coming.  Morgan groaned and began to suck with
a fervor that impressed his small audience and at the same time, he gripped
his own cock and pumped viciously.

   Lita was spinning through the beginnings of orgasm, feeling the huge
cock imbedded in her asshole piston in, then out again, ripping into her to
a place deeper than any of the cocks before it had reached.  She bore down,
pushing, thrusting, fucking onto that dick.  Impaling herself over and
over. Sweat dripped from her hair as she strained to consume him.  The
priests' cock slipped through the last remaining barrier and seated itself
into the depths of her warm bowels mixing blood with the other fluids that
flowed there.  She gripped Master's shaft; she pulled the too-hot flesh,
jerking it and encouraging Master to give Morgan a taste.

   Lucas grunted.  It was coming; He was cumming.  Lita rushed the rest of
the way toward her own pinnacle, and the priest fucking her asshole
succumbed to the moist heat that caressed his cock.  He and Morgan began to
cum as Lita and Master guided the whole event.  Lucas stroked His bride's
thighs, licked her clitoris alongside His talented tail, and as Lita
climbed high enough to soar through the sky, Lucas released a massive burst
of semen into the mouth of His most loyal servant.

   Morgan wailed his delight as he tried to contain the volume of that
single shot of body heated seed.  Delirious with pleasure, and drunk on his
Master's elixir, Morgan came hard and long, decorating the ground
underneath him with blast after blast of cum, his face dripping from
Master's huge release.

   Satisfied, Morgan staggered back and relinquished the coveted prize. 
Lita pounced and enveloped Master's cock with her mouth.  She pulled at the
head, tonguing the slit that still oozed precious drops of Master cum. 
Lucas growled His pleasure, but there was warning in His voice as well. 
Risking His wrath, Lita plunged her tongue into His slit one final time,
trembling violently and pulling one more rope of cum from His body, then
she let go and lay still, panting.

   Movement from beneath her roused her from her pleasure.  She lifted up
to allow Master freedom and felt herself dumped to the wet ground.  Dawn
was about to break and the moon was waning.  She glanced down in amazement
at her abused body.  Beautiful red blood covered nearly all of her skin. 
She gasped and admired herself.  Her slender thighs, her white skin peeking
through vivid red, her engorged clitoris and ravaged nipples, all were
startling to behold.  Not one part of her body was unmarred and Lita
thought that she had never appeared lovelier.

   Master took her hand and pulled her to her feet, catching her as she
swayed.  She barely reached His waist He had grown so immense, and that
still human part of her quivered in a mixture of fear and delight.  He
placed her upon the slab and took Morgan by his neck.  Moving Lita's legs
up to expose her pussy and ass, Master drove Morgan's face against her
asshole.

   "Cleanse her!" He growled.

   Morgan's tongue flew from his mouth as he sucked the priests' cum from
her asshole.  Lita inhaled sharply, her sound low and husky.  Master was
going to fuck her, now.  She would become His for eternity and rule the
dark world by His side.  Flutters of anticipation caused her body to shiver
and she rose up to meet Morgan's tongue, bearing down to force the remnants
of semen into Morgan's willing mouth.  Power surged through her veins as
she realized she had the world at her feet, beginning here with Morgan and
the other priests, and extending to no known boundaries.  High on her
status, she whispered to Morgan.

   "Yes, pet.  Drink it all down.  Suck it from me and swirl it on your
tongue.  Taste what the followers have sacrificed.  You belong to Master,
to me, to Us.  Forever.  From this moment on, your will is Ours, your life
is Ours.  Forever!"

   Morgan continued to suck the cum from Lita's asshole; he was thirsty,
hungry, and greedy for more.  Lita felt his tongue climb high into her ass,
searching, seeking, drinking.  She closed her eyes and wallowed in his
submission, but Master was ready to complete their union.

   Roughly, He dislodged Morgan and tossed him to the ground.  As He
climbed into place, towering above His bride, He issued one last command to
Morgan.

   "Suck them!  Suck them all and drink what they give to you."

   Morgan hurried to comply as the priests gathered around holding their
cocks out for Morgan to suck.  Lita turned her head and watched as he took
the priests into his mouth one by one; she approved of his compliance and
understood that this was a momentous turning point for Morgan, as it was
for her.  Morgan was proving himself, showing Master that he would do
anything for Him.  Lita understood the feeling well.

   Lucas, her only Master, lowered His head and captured Lita's lips.  He
bit and nibbled, drawing blood and coaxing her to allow Him to consume her.
She thrived on His touch and began to spread her thighs.  Master's tongue
slipped into her mouth and probed her throat as His bride moaned beneath
Him.

   At last, He lifted His head and looked into her eyes.  Reaching between
them, He placed His cock at the entrance to her pussy and began to press.

   "Master!  Oh, Master, please say that it will fit.  Force it if you
must; I have to fuck you!"

   He nodded, snarling in His passion until His lips revealed those sharp
teeth.  Leaning forward, He reached under and cupped her buttocks then
began a series of hard, but undamaging thrusts that allowed His enormous
cock to snake its way inside her.

   Lita screamed, her voice a beacon in the night; a beacon that drew the
attention of night creatures lurking in the shadows.  The lightening sky
became as black as a raven's wings as the air filled with flutters and
hisses and slithering movements.  She felt the audience approach and
trembled with fear, but Master was there to protect her.  He would allow no
harm to come to His queen.

   With a savage growl that pierced all who could hear, Master plunged and
finally forced His cock into His bride.  He began to fuck her hard and
fast, and Lita writhed in the ultimate pain.  After a time, as she grew
accustomed to His size, she relaxed and put her arms around His body.

   "My Master.  My Love.  My Husband.  Give me Your seed.  Give me Your
child."

   Lucas reacted to her pleas.  He fucked her relentlessly, pounding so
hard that her cuts were torn anew and fresh blood coated both their
bellies. Lita began to feel the familiar and welcome stirrings of pleasure.
She grunted against His belly and worked her hips to accept all of him. 
Master's tail began to tickle her, sliding its feathery edges across her
pussy to stab at her clit repeatedly.

   "Oh," she moaned.  "Master, I will cum for you soon."

   He seized her legs and jerked straight as He lifted Himself upright and
thrust quickly into her pussy.  His nostrils released torrents of steam and
His tail moved down to probe against her asshole.

   "Yes!" she hissed.  "Take me there, too, my Love.  Take all of me."

   The tail entered her asshole and scissored back and forth, introducing
her body to new delights as it moved inside her to explore every inner inch
of her body.  She was caught between two delightful invaders and orgasm was
moving swiftly through her body, building to a release she doubted she
could sustain, yet, she welcomed the chance to try.

   Lucas flexed and increased His fucking, making certain that there was no
chance His seed would escape before its job was done.  The girl's
enthusiasm was contagious, proving that the priests had done a fine job
selecting His queen.  Lita struggled to match Master's thrusts but found
she could only hang on helplessly as pain and pleasure stole her breath and
transported her to ecstasy once more.

   The priests and the other members of the audience were coupling in
randy, frenzied form.  Voluptuous witches emerged from the shadows with
black eyes and creaming cunts.  They assaulted the suckling Morgan as he
slurped down the seed the lesser priests had unleashed upon him.  The dark
enchantresses took turns mounting Morgan, eliciting high cries of delight
from him as they rode his cock to orgasm one after another.

   Lita concentrated, climax approaching, pleasure climbing unbearably. 
She clawed at Master's hips and began to scream.  She screamed loud and
long, unable to withstand the pressure of Master's engorged cock.  He
mercilessly drew her closer and moved His hips side-to-side as His cock
fully entered into her belly.

   Master roared when His climax came.  He lifted His head, parted His
lips, and howled into the night as His lava-like cum flowed uninterrupted
into His queen's body.  Lita gasped through the final convulsions of her
orgasm, only to have it begin again as Master's semen boiled her cunt.  His
cock grew so wide it applied the most exquisite pressure upon her swollen
clitoris and with a last, strangled cry of pleasure, Lita collapsed in
Master's arms, His cum rolling out of her in waves of hot liquid.

   When she awoke, she was ensconced safely within His castle.  With
wonder, she looked around her new home and felt contentment in her dark
surroundings.  Within her womb, a little Prince had already begun to grow.
Lita stroked her Husband's face and slept.