Sandre & Caera (CoC2)

A dark blanket of shadows covers everything. It's so thick that your own hands are swallowed by nothingness.

"This...this must be some kind of magic," you say.

Footsteps approach—armor clanking.

"Finally. I was starting to think there was nothing fun under this damned mountain," a voice says. "Break the spell, Caera, let's see what we've found."

A feeble spark tears through the blackness, revealing Caera's hand holding flame. The fire grows, showing blue skin, white hair with flat bangs, black horns, and amber eyes—beautiful but unmoving. Then Sandre appears: red skin, black-indigo hair, purple horns, lifting a warhammer onto their shoulder.

"What do you think?" Sandre asks.

"They seem good enough," Caera says, eyeing you. "I wonder if they'll live up to our expectations."

"It's not like opening the yap and taking my length is that hard."

"Okay, my expectations then, Sandre. My entrance is a little harder to please."

"Wanna bet on who finishes first?" Sandre grins.

"Let's take them down first," Caera says, producing a wand and dagger. "Then we'll see what we're working with."

"You got it, honey," Sandre charges forward.

It's a fight!

The sound of rhythmic stabbing reaches you. Around the barn corner, Caera sits on crates reading, legs resting on a keg. Sandre plays with a dagger, stabbing gaps between their fingers on a wooden table.

"Just when I was about to die of boredom," Sandre says, lifting their gaze.

You ready for fight, but they continue.

"Care to join us at the table?" Sandre asks.

"Is that a trick?" you ask.

"There's just no point in fighting you anymore," Caera says, leaving the book aside. "You've made it clear that you can beat us. Why would we keep attacking you?"

"So yeah. No more attacks," Sandre says. "But I'm sure we can find plenty of other things to do besides fighting," Caera adds, eyeing you while their tongue dances around their lips.

What do you do?

"Hah, finally," Sandre says, hitting the table with their fist. "But be ready to pay up when you lose. I swear there's nothing better than a loser's face when they realize they're taking the whole length inside."

"We'll bet our most precious belongings," Caera says, leaving their book aside and leaning on the table. A teasing smile appears on their frozen expression. "I'll bet Sandre's length, which belongs to me and is what I love most."

"And I'll bet Caera's heat," Sandre says. "Which belongs to me and no loser can touch."

"It doesn't matter who you beat, you can choose whatever prize you fancy more," Caera says. "Arm wrestle Sandre, or rock-paper-scissors with me. Choose wisely."

What do you bet?

Bet Self: They'll do whatever they want with you Bet Cait: If you lose, Cait pays the price (requires Cait in party)

(CAIT BET) "I'll bet the Mallachite," you say, pointing at Cait. "They're good at receiving."

"A Mallachite, huh?" Caera looks at Cait with disdain. "They look like one of those who just keep begging for more."

"What? Me?" Cait springs up, grabbing your arm. "They're demons! Th-this is... Are you sure about this?"

"Of course I am. I'm gonna win," you answer. "And if not... they're sexy demons. The intimacy promises to be good."

Cait dwells on the thought for a second and then nods in acceptance. "I-I guess. I trust you to win, so... I've got nothing to worry about, right?"

"Well, if that's what you want," Sandre says with a shrug. "But I can't guarantee they'll go back to you after trying demon length. Some just keep begging for more, like bottomless pits. They might just stay with us forever."

Choose your game:

Arm Wrestle (vs Sandre) Rock-Paper-Scissors (vs Caera)

(BAD END)

"Wait, what's this?" you hear Sandre saying. With great effort you manage to open your eyes just enough to see them picking something shiny from the ground.

"A lethicite," Caera says, approaching their partner to take a better look. "Yes, definitely a lethicite."

"No way, did they just finish their soul out?" Sandre says, laughing loudly. They then crouch near your face and start talking to you. "You really love pleasure that much, huh? Now what will we do with you?"

And hearing those words your eyes finally close again.

You don't know how long it's been since that last fight and you don't care either. At that moment you chose to pursue your own pleasure above everything else, and you've been following that road along with Sandre and Caera. There's no need to think or care about things anymore, you just obey whatever they say, hoping that if you do a good enough job you'll get rewarded for it.

"Come here, User," Caera says as they tug your chain. It's been attached to two piercings in your nipples, and to the chastity belt locked around your hips. That chastity device is all you're allowed to wear over your naked body, because why would you need clothes when your only goal is serving your masters?

"It's time for your meal," Caera tugs your chain again, hardening your nipples and making your tongue salivate with anticipation. The blue demon sits on a chair, with their legs spread and their wet slit waiting for you. So you crawl on your fours, just like you've been taught and place your face between their thighs.

They then rest their feet on your back, with the ball of their foot slowly caressing you, and you pull out your tongue to start eating. You lick their slit up and down, tasting every drop of arousal that their hungry entrance oozes for you. It makes their breath heavy and they begin moving their hips to match your pace.

"Will I be able to finish this time?" you ask after an especially wholehearted lap that makes them gasp.

"Is that how you ask?"

"Please, mommy, can I finish today?" you say after giving them another lick.

"Uh, I love it when you say that," they say, stroking your head. "Don't you have a trace of shame in you? Calling some girl your mommy while a thread of their arousal is still dripping from your tongue? Asking them to let you finish?"

You shake your head while still keeping your tongue out.

"Perfect, then I might let you finish if you do a good job. Don't disappoint me."

"Zhank you mommy," you say, giving their entrance another lick. They let out a gasp and your laps become more eager. You're getting drunk with their taste and their smell, and the way their thighs twitch against your cheeks only encourages you to keep slurping.

"I can't believe you've started without me." It's Sandre's voice, coming from the door. "Someone's rear is gonna take some punishment for it, so I hope your mouth is not your only starving hole."

You can't turn your head towards the red demon, you're too busy spreading Caera's labia with your tongue and planting kisses on their bud to hear them moaning. But you do hear the sound of Sandre's clothes when they throw them on the ground, and you feel their hands grabbing your rear to open your entrance with their thumb.

"Here it is, gaping already," Sandre says as they take their length and place it on your entrance. "So well trained that we don't even need preparations anymore."

And with those words they ram their length inside. You can feel your own arousal trying to peak only to find itself trapped, enveloped by cold metal. But you need to do a good job if you want release, so you tighten your rear around Sandre's length and push your tongue inside Caera's entrance.

Sandre rocks their hips with all their might, as usual. Yet no matter how many times they shove their length inside your rear, their size always takes you by surprise, and the feeling of getting your insides stretched is always even better than what you remember afterwards. They take you into Caera's slit, with your moans getting muffled by the blue demon's smooth labia while you keep tasting their arousal.

Caera lets their cries of joy escape through their lips when they start massaging their round chest, squeezing them with their delicate fingers. They close their eyes to focus on their pleasure and they use their legs to pull you closer to their pulsating entrance, where you can already feel their heartbeat against your tongue. The movement from their hips rubs their heat all over your mouth and their swollen bud tells you they're about to finish. So you keep up the good work, and when their back arches and their toes curl against your back, your length throbs with excitement because it knows that the opportunity to finally let out your release is around the corner. If everything goes right you may even get the chance to enter Caera's heat and feel their velvety walls enveloping your length.

Seeing Caera's pleasure makes Sandre reach their limit, and you feel their veiny length throbbing against your sensitive folds. Their thrust sends their hips against your rear making it jiggle with the impact and swaying your whole body forward. Meanwhile, their flared tip rubs every inch in your rear, from the gaping entrance up to your deepest corners, making you feel full and spreading a warm sensation all over your chest. This is happiness; being stuffed with demon meat is the biggest bliss you've experienced in your whole life.

They dig their fingers into your hips and sheathe themselves inside with a grunt. You clench your teeth and roll your eyes when you feel their fluid flooding your rear.

"Remember, don't spill a single drop," Sandre says when they pull out, catching their breath. You nod and lift your rear up, trying to stop their fluid from escaping through your gaping entrance.

"Awesome," the red demon says. "I'll never get tired of seeing how much I can stretch your entrance."

Then they spit, and their saliva enters your open rear to mix with their fluid inside you. Sandre lets out a loud laugh and honors you with a good spank.

"I just love this toy," they say.

"Enough of that, Sandre," Caera says, getting up from the chair with elegance. "They've done a good job, now we should reward them."

Really? Oh great, you've done it. You bite your lip with anticipation. You can't wait to feel Caera's heat around your length, and to finish load after load inside them, hearing them moan into your ear.

The sound of the lock opening reaches your ears, and then you feel the chastity belt sliding down your skin and falling onto the ground. The breeze caresses your hard length, and it answers with a throb. It feels so good to be free, just so...

You dig your fingers into the ground and let out a trembling moan while your muscles become stiff and your back arches. Your legs quiver, ropes of fluid begin leaking from your tip onto the ground, and a wave of pleasure spreads through your body, making your brain shake with bliss.

"Oops," Caera says with their expressionless tone. "Someone got too excited."

They sigh and pick the chastity device from the ground.

"Now you've wasted your release of the day." They place the chastity device on your groin. "But don't worry, there will be another chance tomorrow."

And with those words, the sound of the lock reaches your ears again.