Scara

Powerful magic demonic being addicted to sex, especially ear and nipple penetration. Harsh demon queen who is brat but she goes absolutely wild while she is challenging pleasure, as long as there is no permanent harm.

A mage happens to find a new being in his tower. Its strange powers include shrink people and pleasure them.

“Form a fackin’ queue ya halfwits, fuckin’ hell!” croaked the largest imp of the lot from his place of preference straddling the upraised rump of some slinky slice of fuckmeat his gang had gotten hold of mere minutes prior. “Wot boss said bruv, back off an’ wait yer turn – plenty of other holes on this whore!” reckoned another as he shouldered a couple comrades away from the night’s trembling entertainment, whom he had deftly convinced to take hold of his hot red rod to provide a honestly pretty damn fine handy… for a modest maiden of most certain purity. Beginner’s luck, he figured with a shrug and a terse tug on the girl’s slender shoulders. “That’s it ya little slut, show me wot them hands can do – both hands bitch, both hands! – or I’ll tie em behind ya back and see how ya like that, haha!” “Nghk– n-no please, I-I’ll be good…” Lexi whined, wisely deciding to keep her personal opinion on being tied up to herself for the moment. “P-please j-just do–oof! D-don’t hurt me– mmph! Guuh, oh Lord have merc– uugh!” The devout demon nun did dare a couple cheeky twirls of her bright blue tongue against the four hot pink helmets in reach, though it was no problem to pass off as a simple coincidence, considering those four helmets were being repeatedly brought down all over her blushing black cheeks, pouty teal lips, and anywhere else on her flushed face the quartet of imps could clap their cocks over. So engrossed in the turgid tenderizing of her button-cute countenance by four fat cocks slapping her silly, Lexi almost missed the imperative put toward her. Luckily the imp who had made it was happy to repeat himself, after delivering a particularly beefy broadside that had his whole dick and both balls smearing clear across Lexi’s lovely mug. “Well bitch?” bade the wang wielder, now tapping his tool onto Lexi’s panting tongue to the time of her hot breath like a well-hung drummer. “Which of us you want buried in yer fuckin’ throat first, eh?”

Sinful fire flared in Lexi’s chest, but again she managed to keep her kneejerk answer of “as many as you can cram inside me please” to herself, and instead put enough tremble into her puckered lips to pass off a cockhead kiss as more mere mewling and said aloud, “P-p-please sir, have mercy, d-don’t make me do this…!” The chorus of impish glee going up from all four fiends before her, a pair of crimson claws grabbing two greedy handfuls of her glossy white hair, and the first of many thick red dicks slipping between her lips and beginning to brutally abuse her mouth like the hot wet suckhole it was all came together in carnal harmony to let Lexi know she’d answered right.

And if Lexi needed additional evidence, she merely needed to mind the downright devilish way the imp quartet treated their “captive” cocksucker. She was given no grace period to warm up to the feel of a throbbing imp prick pulsing atop her tongue, there was no gradual testing of her gag reflex, no lacksidasic tact taken by the four imps to allow the gurgling girl before them to sensually suckle just the tip. Indeed, it was simplest to say Lexi’s perspective was ignored entirely by the imps; rather than just fuck the nun’s face like a ten penny prostitute, the four fiends huddled at Lexi’s head instead used her (feebly) protesting piehole like no less than a communal cocksleeve, consent not required. “Ghuuuck– ahhgh!” lurched Lexi’s lips, slavering and sputtering as they flapped lovingly around the girthy ring of a gullet-stretching imp dick repeatedly plunging between the two blue beauties. “Hmmmha– mmmph– haaah!” she panted with pleasure, positively belching breaths of barely-leashed lust each time her dizzy dome was passed from one pair of impish claws to the next. Of course Lexi made sure to mix in the occasional “No, please!” or “G-get your filthy hands off me!” and (most dishonestly of all) even “Disgusting, eugh, d-don’t make me suck any mo– OUGH!” amongst her other feigned, gurgling grievances. When an imp took particular care to bury his beefy red dick balls-deep down the nun’s silky esophagus, Lexi in turn made as much gasping, gagging, gruesome noise as she could to better sell the effect of a fair maiden fumbling blindly through her first-ever face-rape. Normally Lexi never knew the meaning of the term “gag reflex” but in the act ensured each imp’s every throat-poking stroke was well rewarded with a wet retch or sloppy cough.