Vacia & Bruno (CoC2)

As you're returning through the opened door, you find your nose twitching. It smells like the Khor'minos guardpost on a hot day out here all of a sudden.

Cait licks her lips, tail swishing. "Mmm!"

Calise's brow furrows, chewing a rose-painted lip. "Oh, my, what's with the aroma out here...?"

A clitter-clop of hoof falls reaches your ears a moment before a figure, extraordinarily voluptuous and clad in nothing but a wide-brimmed hat and loose leather coat, strides out from around the corner. Her garment is unbuckled and hanging limply from her shoulders to reveal gravid breasts each capped with a milk-beading nipple, and a low-hanging horsecock that's as black as her swinging pair of balls. The devilish horns sprouting from her scalp and the diminutive wings flitting behind her only confirm that she's no wayward cow.

"Aww, did I give myself away?" the woman pouts, running a dainty milk-white hand up the half-hard pillar of her cock, letting her clawed fingers linger over a demonic tattoo above her womb. "I guess I got a little carried away, fantasizing about finally meeting Queen Kassy's precious little champion! Or better yet, meating, haha!"

Calise groans.

The succu-cow pays her no mind. "What good luck I have! Not only does the stud of the hour wander into my dig site, but you finally cracked that stubborn ol' door. I was getting so frustrated by it, I was about to sick Bruno on the problem. But instead, now I can take Queen Kassy's super special ring off you! Thanks for saving me all the hassle, sweet things."

"Kas's ring?" you ask.

"Kassy's extra super special important magic ring. I think she wants to marry you with it or something. Or maybe use it as a cockring. Who knows? What matters is, I'm gonna get it for her, and then she's gonna tell me I'm the bestest girl and make me her favorite harem-babe. Other than you, anyway. We can share, though, that's fine! Here, why don't you give me the ring, and I'll give you my dick. Fair trade? You're gonna want to get used to me anyway, I'm kinda big. Not as big as Bruno, but nobody's as big as Bruno."

The floor shudders as a behemoth shape lumbers out from around the corner after the succubus, completely naked, and completely, utterly massive in every sense of the word. He's well over ten feet tall, a mountain of muscles and fur and horns with a cock that's so huge it dwarfs even his own thighs. He's clearly just cum, still leaking aftershots all over the floor with every step. Your ears burn as he walks, dragging another polearm — this one more literal, a viciously jagged labrys — behind him, cutting trenches in the stone behind him.

"I'm Vacia, and this is Bruno. He's my personal battering ram!" the succubus announces proudly, grabbing one of the lumbering beast-man's arms. "Batters my pussy, my throat, my ass, my enemies. You name it, Bruno beats it up. Well, you don't name it — he only listens to me, just like before we got all demon'd up and he was a pretty little twinkboy! Anywhosits, gimme the ring, babe, so we can get to the dicking. Or do you wanna play hard to get? Cuz that's Bruno's favorite part!"

Calise takes a step forward, swinging her axe up into a two-handed grip. "I've got a better idea. How about you step off my {{user}} before I send you back to Kasyrra in ribbons?"

"Aww," Vacia sighs. "You're such a spoilsport. Mistress Kassy is gonna love breaking you, though. She's all about big strong warrior-types and turning them into cockpolishers. So that'll be fun at least. Okay, Bruno, let's slap miss no-fun-allowed around, 'kay?"

[Combat begins - or you may choose to Give Ring if Romantic with Kasyrra]

If you give ring (Romantic with Kas): "Calise, just give it to her," you say, glancing between the paladin and the demons. "Please."

Calise's eyes widen. "Are... User are you fucking high? This is my fucking ring, not hers. Not yours to give away."

"Listen to me," you say evenly. "I love Kas, and if she wants this ring, it's probably got to do with keeping me from jizzing my soul out when we fuck. Didn't you say you wanted it to protect me, too? So no matter which of you gets it, the end's the same."

Calise hesitates. "You... you really love that woman? That demon? I thought... I thought we were fighting to stop her."

"From stealing my soul, yeah. Fuck everything else. Go on."

Cait blanches. "Seriously? Come on..."

Calise's hands tighten around her axe, and for a moment you fear the paladin is about to pivot towards you. But after another moment's pause, she softens her stance and withdraws the ring from her tunic again. Calise holds it up to the demon duo, staring through it at them, before turning and grabbing your hand. "Fuck that. Here," she says, slipping the ring onto your hand. "Kasyrra and I can both win, then. She wants it so she can fuck you? Wear it. I want to defend Khor'minos with it, so I'll keep working with you. Demonfucker. Happy, Vacia?"

The succu-cow scrunches her lips, thinking — insofar as her cum-addled mind can, anyway. "Uhhh. Well. Um. I guess? Wait I don't get credit for this, do I? How's Queen Kassy gonna know I did good now?"

"She wanted the ring for me," you say. "Tell her you found it and gave it to me."

"Oh! Good idea!" the succubus grins, her tail swishing happily. "Yay, everyone wins! Except Bruno, but he'll get lucky at least like ten times before I can stomach going out in that cold again. Mmkay! Uh, bye, I guess? You sure you don't wanna fuck, though? I could totally celebrate with a quickie! Or a longie! I'm good for multiple rounds!"

Bad end (lose to her): Vacia's inhuman sex appeal belies the devil of a fighter beneath her plentiful jiggle. As if harnessing her bottomless lusts for battle, she deftly overcomes your failing guard and separates you from your companions and Calise. Bruno covers dutifully for his empowered mistress, whose disarming coup-de-grace results in you being tackled to the ground. A flash of cream-white softness obscures your vision on impact.

"Ahhhm...!"

The canny succubus' none-too-quiet moans are in your ears as her heavy breasts lift from your face. A sweat-glossed demoness undulates above, steeped in bimboish arrogance and blissing off your distress. You flinch from the violent swiveling of her hips, straining your arms out to the sides, grasping nothing but dirt beneath the sexual heft of your melodious captor. An alarming yet good-feeling tingle radiates through your limbs. Whatever corruptive force she exerts presses down another inch, rapidly draining your will to resist.

Everything's spinning. "Unngh..."

Dark nipples dip close enough to suckle; your mouth quivers open, drooling with unwanted thirst that you know can only be slaked by the jaw-droppingly gorgeous woman laying claim to you. Sweet-smelling milk dribbles from the onyx peaks of her nipples, just out of reach. Uncontrollable lust extinguishes the fiery glare in your eyes with all-consuming need — the throbbing, blocked erection of your pale tool, squished down by the succubi's bare, leaking slit alights her with tinkling laughter.

"Therrrrre you go... wish I could've led with that magic, but you gotta build up to these things, you know? Gotta really want it!" Ravenous breeder's hips bear down mightily. Anymore and your pelvis will be ground to dust. "No more fighting, though. I mean the really bloody and rough stuff, that's no fun, but we can fight over who gets to fuck who when we're sharing a bed!"

Your once-foe fully denudes, her expression utterly mischievous. A caressing hand finds the too-tender sensitive spots around your head; the last protest in your throat slips out instead as a stifled hum of ecstasy. Tantalizing scents fuzz your senses the more Vacia dotes and gropes; you try to catch a single drop of that bounty leaking freely down the perfect curves of her tits, only to be denied, only to watch in helpless agony as fresh spurts are squeezed out in waste.

"Ohhhh Bruuuuunoo, do take care of the sillies for me!"

Vacia's pet mino snorts affirmatively, lumbers off to entertain himself at companions and Calise's expense.

"Now where. Were. We!" Vacia's dainty hands clap together; waves of motion ripple through her cushy butt. "Oh yes!"

She sprawls over you, cradling your body possessively as her tongue crawls along your neck. Gradually, you become less and less aware of anything that isn't Vacia's pendulous boobs smoooooshing down on your skin. Excitement shivers in your jaw: she licks up your cheek, towards your lips, seals you into a kiss that literally blows the mind.

"C'mere sweetie... lemme know when you feel it."

Bat-like wings flap into a full span, various combining pressures seamlessly engulfing you from every angle. Exquisite pleasure shoots through your nerves with the knowledge that you can't even breathe past the fanged nibbles grazing your lips. Your hands find the plushness of her bouncy ass, twerking to keep your restlessness in check.

Vacia's eel-like tongue wraps yours in a bundle of pulsing flesh before venturing onwards, its obscene length slithering into your throat. Fingers pinch your striking nipples with agonizing directness, the buds hardening eagerly into circling palms. Your conscience wars with the pleasure of being a passenger in its own body until it settles on wanting much more.

"Here you go!" she chimes, bringing her fluid-weighted rack to your lips. "I never run out, so enjoy!"

Clasping the demoness to your chest obliterates the concept of self-discipline. Your parched lips clutch the pebbly texture of Vacia's teat, uncorking an ocean of nourishment. By gently rocking her shoulders, the bulging milk-tanks slosh and swell to bovine proportions heavy with plenty; your cheeks fill and fill, unable to contain the bloating outpour of sticky, thick, honey-like cream, but you can't stop. Your body trembles and pulses, saturated in and out by the unholy being's indescribable flavor.

"Yeah I'm hot and bothered, what about you?" whispers a voice right into your head, and a whine of agreement automatically gurgles up your throat.

Bad end (lose to her) part2: Vacia arches, scooting back with one foot on your chest to keep you from mischief — and you're definitely up to some. The memories of guzzling her breastmilk capsize the vacant spaces of your mind with instinctual craving. If your submission to the dazzling demoness wasn't certain by the blissfully dopey expression you're wearing, it is by the ardent throb of your crotch, already accustomed to the infernal lust she imbues you with.

"Gosh, look at you! Any more cream and you'd probably have broke open like a fountain!" She squeezes your crotch, feeling the churning desire within. "Oh, there's an idea for later!"

Groping fingers anchor in the expanding flesh of your pant-bulging crotch, transformative magic eddying into stiffening girth. Intense stretching sensations muddy your vision, new purpose and new vigor adding itself inexorably. Your surroundings rematerialize in the steamy closeness of Vacia's embrace, but nothing is more prominent than your human crotch stretching long and fat through her cleavage. The cock-head bows pendulously towards pouty lips which press a kiss of dominance into the fleshy crown.

"Mmmmm, I'm making you into a real beast aren't I?"

Fuck. A few slick brushes from the succubi's black lips and you're clenching tight, oozing potent-smelling precum from rigid dickmeat. It's obvious she's getting high on your scent, scintillating the rim of your fattening peak until your vision swims. Cummy saliva foams out of her mouth, a very animalistic sign of delight at the burdened manhood she's shaping with maddening intricacy.

"Ahhhh... now you're not really a champion, are you? Of heroic stuff and things like that, but you're gonna be a champion breeder and pet thanks to me! Kasyrra's gonna LOVE that!"

That luscious body hugging your now-monstrous girth snuggles close, lifts up, and then a tide of softness swallows you up. In an addled haze, you spot the lascivious glint in Vacia's eyes as her whole body slides down, gaping wetly around your prick. The only movements you're capable of are trembles, quivers, excited shivers augmented by the concussive thwack of oversized matron's hips to yours.

It's like this that you're ridden into the dirt, orgasm not far behind. Lacking the restraint of an ordinary sex drive, cum whips out of you into the tensing suction of her insides. Vaginal secretions paint butterflies on your mast, so hard that it could only have been smelted in a royal minotaur forge. You're strong, but the demoness is stronger, giddily forcing you in and out of her lubricated sex with surprising ease.

"I know that face you're making, champy..." Vacia giggles, leant forward so that you can see just how much her body is being screwed up by your impossible size. "Got your jaw all locked up, wanting to cum sooo hard... well, do it. Cum inside me, pet!"

Bolts of jism sear through in the spasmodic throes of climax. Cum vents in geyser-like discharges of white-knuckled enthusiasm, filling the succubi's breeding walls with plentiful nut. Your legs go utterly limp and you can feel her midriff widening to house your seed, each sticky salvo far in excess of whatever climax was once considered 'normal' by your old self. Unbroken ribbons of excess spray back from her crotch when each gush pushes the seconds-old volume out, the tactility of this heightened by impulsive exultation.

Only when Vacia's pregnant-looking gut 'bwomps' down on your belly and obscures most of her own dick does she let out a sigh, give you a look that gives sight into the kind of deviousness to be shared.

A pleasant, slimy warmth spatters over your face. Vacia bays like a wolf in heat as she hoses you down in a supernatural excess of immobilizing volume. Then, you're in all new position, leaking demon seed down your thick thighs in an approximation of the amazon position, your transfiguring captor on top where she belongs, her roughness contrasted with her huge tits as she puddles your head into warm, bottomless cleavage and fucks with gusto.

In some other position, nary a genuine thought to yourself, you see Bruno some ways back in the cave. Mostly his shadow, brutally ramming himself into Cait, Etheryn, and Calise, never not joined to a hot body, never not cumming hard down a ruined and fluid-bloated orifice.

Vacia kneads your cheeks tenderly, then whorishly, taking on a monstrous guise. An instant later, you're forced another creative position cumming the last of your brains out in a futile attempt to sate the insatiable hunger of a succubi's twat, so perfectly shaped to your crotch, strumming the amazing tactility of your uncountable inches in just the right ways...

A weird falling sensation overtakes you, so alarming that you defy the orgiastic pleasures. The air pulses with the lingering frenzy of it all, Vacia's Lumian-shaming hips in your palms. "Oooo... oof... close one..."

For the first time, she exhales. "I almost went too far, Kasyrra would've banished me, or worse...! Can't go touching your soul, nuh-uh, that place isn't for me..."

You don't understand it. You can't understand it. That's why you waste no time mashing yourself back into the demoness, holding her so close that you can't imagine existing any other way. Muscles that were coiled by stress ease up. After another cleansing cum, you welcome Bruno into the mix, getting double teamed by the mistress and her servant until your very essence is incandescent with ecstasy. Strong arms conform perfectly to your curves, securing you in the embrace of lovers, pressing down from all sides as two very hard things ascend into you, ensuring you never know the creeping pain of loneliness ever, ever again...

There was never any doubt that you'd end up the most important member in the harem of Savarra's newest demon queen, serving as the cushion to her throne, forever buried balls-deep deep in her pregnant horsecunt. Vacia's there, too, serving her all-conquering Mistress loyally, forever a second to you.

"Cum as hard as you want, {{user}}, but you're not getting me pregnant any more than I already am!" A pair of claws swivel around to stroke your hair lovingly. A kiss on the lips, fiery, and with so much back and forth. "That's my champion, keeping me swelled and happy every day. Aren't you glad we're past the rough stuff now?"

"It had a certain appeal," you murmur.

A fine purple rug stretches from the entrance to the huge bed on a raised dais in Kasyrra's vulgar court. No throne was necessary, only the sultry arrangements required by a gathering of anointed demons, of all shapes and sizes, to indulge themselves daily. Naked, oiled slaves tend to the incredibly powerful beings in this hall, manacles and collars clinking as they shift between irrepressibly sinful deeds. Each one is a quick-witted creature well-suited to an eternity of tending the hellish, neverending lusts behind the silk and incense.

When Kasyrra stands, the gravity of her authority pushes through the room. Burning in her eyes is the deep desire to pin your form to a wall, exert more pressure than last time. It's not like you'll ever break. You've been doing this long enough.

"Come here, let's see what you've got today..."

Kasyrra wears a mask to the rest of the world, but shows her face to you. You stare ensorceled into her blushing eyes as you stroke a hand across her middle. You've grown quite a family thus far, and you're always expanding it. The space between screwing into Kasyrra's deliciously musky cunt and busting fat, messy nuts in its furrowed estrus warmth. It feels heavenly in there, the rippling and squeezing, the burning lashes of sensation opening lines of orgasmic pleasure along your crotch.

Vacia never speaks out of turn. In fact, she can't today. A spell of silence is woven upon her tongue, rendering the naughty slut down into little more than a glorified sex toy that enhances Kasyrra's esteem and your pleasure. The bad girl's forked tongue slithers around pheromone-soaked meat, into oozing pussy, never forcing its way into places it doesn't belong, slobbering over every inch with the gluttony of the unfed.

She won't get a feeding until after Kasyrra gets at least ten. Only when her throat is dry and her moans hoarse does she mewl giddily around a throbbing heap of musky joy offered by her mistress, who cums enough down her throat — its texture and feel long ago transformed indefinitely into that of a vagina — that she's immobilized by melonous cumflated proportions. After that, she sucks clean, swallows dutifully, and vanishes with a dirty moan into another writhing, squirming mating ball.

Cradled up against the queen of everything, head nestled into her neck, you let out a sigh. Nothing is better than this.

And nothing ever will be.

"Love you, {{user}}..."

"Love you..."

You smile at Kasyrra, kiss her longingly.

BAD END

If you win a fight: "Awwwww noooo!" Vacia cries, collapsing in a heap atop Bruno's heaving chest, his unconscious body splayed out on the stone and titanic cock swaying erectly in the air. "Queen Kassy's never gonna notice me at this rate!"

She moos, swaying on the spot as her cuts and bruises start healing, shapeshifting them away.

Calise takes a pair of heavy steps forward, closing the distance between herself and the demons, fingers tightening around her axe. "Stupid cow," the paladin snarls. "What did you think you were doing up here?"

"I just... just wanted to make Queen Kassy happy!" she whines. "P-please don't hurt me! I was just gonna have some fun with you all... we were all gonna be in Kassy's harem together!"

Your companion's jaw clenches, muscles tensed to strike, before she finally sighs and lowers her axe. "Fuck it," Calise sighs. "{{user}}, deal with them. I'll wait up ahead."

Calise shoulders her axe and pushes past the fallen demons, leaving you behind. Vacia looks up at you, eyes wide, before wiggling her little spaded tail. "So... w-wanna have some fun?"

Execute/Fuck Her/Ride Her/Get Minofucked

Ride Her: You grin down at Vacia, already starting to peel your witch's corset off. Her brazen cock lifts up entirely on its own, carried to half-tumescence just by the sight of you stripping down.

"I wonder what you planned on doing with that?" you muse, reaching a foot out and pressing Vacia's swelling cock flat against her curvy middle. Her balls clench and relax erratically, and you can feel the beat of her heart — or is that the pre rushing up her pole? — through your toes. The vein running along her underside throbs, pulsing urgently as you slowly wander your foot up her cock until you're at her flared, pre-slicked crown.

Vacia moos, watching you with a mix of alarm and desire. "I-I was just gonna fuck your brains out... just like Queen Kassy says she does. I wanna be just like her..."

You sigh, removing your foot. The succu-cow's cock shoots straight up the moment the weight's gone, wobbling under its own weight until you sit yourself right down in Vacia's lap. You wrap one hand around her pole and sink the other into her overabundant boobage, squeezing her so roughly that she can't help but moo. Milk spurts all over your palm, which you quickly rub into the flare of her cock, adding to the free-flowing pre to make sure she's nice and slick.

"W-wha?" she breathes, watching you rapturously. "You're still gonna let me dick you down?"

"Well," you chuckle, leaning in to take a deep whiff of the musky mess drooling from her flare. "No. But if you're a good girl, I'll make sure you cum too."

Vacia gasps, biting her lip as your tongue flicks her cumslit. Gods, the smell's intoxicating. No bull in Khor'minos could quite match it, this heady mix of femininity and masculinity all bundled up together and erupting every time her pride twitches. Your hole clenches in anticipation, hungering for dick. It's nothing more than animal instinct to rise up on your knees, pushing Vacia's cock between your legs. Sitting back on it gives you a moment to truly appreciate her size, fiendish artifice or not, so stout that you could almost sit on it like a stool — at least until you but your weight back, and feel the flared, slick crown start pushing against your pert horse-gina.

"Mmmmm! Losing isn't so bad," Vacia lows, rolling her hand back and grabbing your hips. Her slender fingers sink into your skin, gently guiding you down her pillar of horsemeat. You can feel every vein in her pride, every twitch and throb as you slowly descend into the demon's lap. She feels so much like Kasyrra it's unreal, like she's perfectly copying her beloved queen. "Actually.... losing feels great! Almost as good as mooing!"

Vacia lets loose a throaty moo, closing her eyes and pulling you down the rest of the way, until your ass is planted on her thighs. Milk begins beading on the succu-cow's chest, baiting you to lean in and lick her puffy teats clean while you adjust to the tremendous girth filling you — but that only serves to make more of the sinfully sweet cream flow. Before you're even ready to start moving your hips, you're latched onto one of Vacia's breasts, swirling your tongue around her areola and suckling like a babe.

The defeated cow looses a shuddering "Mooo," wrapping her arms tight around you and rolling her hips. You feel fat, churning balls rubbing against your butt, soft titty squishing against your cheek, and rock-hard cock stretching your hole out so good...

You join her in motion, starting to rock in her lap, then ride her once your body's truly adjusted to her size — at least as much as you ever really can to a minotaur's member. Your thighs aren't long enough to bring you all the way to Vacia's crown again when you rise up, but she's eager to bring you crashing back down all the same. Your stomach bulges with the sheer mass of dickmeat you're taking, desperately making room for her length before being left feeling hollow and empty as you rise again.

"Ohhh, your hole so good!" Vacia squeals, fingers groping haplessly tight around your waist. "Now I know why Queen Kassy loves you so much. M-mooo! I'm gonna... gonna cum!"

She's barely gotten the word out before you feel heat blooming in your stomach, accompanied by a milk geysering from Vacia's breasts and an intoxicating rush of corruptive energy seething through you from both ends. Your whole body tingles, heart quickening... and your crotch burn with a fire of unquenchable lust. Orgasm strikes you on the back of Vacia's own, so strong it nearly knocks the wind out of you. Your prick spurts all across Vacia's timmy, mixing luridly with her milky run-off to create an alabaster slime that's too tasty-looking not to scoop up, bringing it to your mouth hungrily. What salty sweetness... it drives you to buck your hips even faster, milking yourself and Vacia both to get even more of your mixed cream.

By the time you've regained your composure, Vacia's completely passed out, sprawled back over her bull-boy's chest with milk streaming unbidden from her rock-hard nipples. Her dick's still twitching inside you, leaking a steady stream of post-orgasmic juices into your hole. With a grunt of effort, you push yourself up to your feet, shivering as Vacia's cock pops wetly from inside you. A waterfall of white spills out of your gaping fuckhole, forming a puddle between unsteady legs.

Fuck her(Of course a penis is required): You grin down at Vacia, already starting to peel your clothes off. Her brazen cock lifts up entirely on its own, carried to half-tumescence just by the sight of you stripping down.

"You won't be needing that," you tell her, grabbing the succubus under the arms and flipping her over so she's on hands and knees, huge udders resting over the insensate chest of the demon bull. Your hands strike across the callipygean expanse of her pale asscheeks, making the titanic slabs of beef quiver and quake.

"Oh! Moooooo!" the cowgirl moans, arching her back as your hands dig in and shake her rump for all it's worth. Pre spurts from her cock, leaking limply onto the floor every time you tenderize her ass.

Finally satisfied, you sink to your knees behind Vacia and apply both hands to the arduous task of spreading her cheeks, revealing a plush ring of dusky assflesh and the glistening slit of her pink puss. Both holes wink invitingly at you, accompanied by little tensings of her balls. "Come on. Let's have some fun already!"

"The way you're leaking, you could probably cum just from getting spanked," you muse, squeezing her cheeks hard enough to make her cock bounce. Spooge drools from her flared crown, leaving a musky pool on the ground between her trembling knees. You shimmy up, letting your cock comes to rest between those pale mountains and rolling your hips until your aligned with her fiendish pussy. You can feel the heat billowing off of her, intense and needy, drawing you into her. The demon's pussylips spread open for you, eagerly accepting your tool. Your hands shift up her hips, letting her ass clap shut around your pride and pulling her back down your length as much as you're thrusting inward. Vacia's bovine tail swishes merrily from side to side, tickling your chin while her half-hard erection continues slicking the floor. Those huge balls of hers have no shortage of goo, spurting their overburdened contents at the slightest provocation.

"Yeeess! Yes yes yes!" Vacia grunts, pushing back against your dick. Finally your ample hips press into her cushy rear, fully sheathed in the succu-cow's pussy. You deliver another harsh slap across her flanks for good measure, which is all it takes to make her finally shoot her load. Milk erupts from her tits as all Vacia's muscles tense rapidly, forcing out a gallon of cream from either end. You spread your legs, keeping the worst of the mess from leaking over you, and take advantage of her arhythmic squeezing to start thrusting.

That just makes her cum more, throwing her head back in an ecstatic "Moooooooo!" that rises in pitch every time your hips crash into her. Grinning, you grab the she-bull by her horns and heft her up off her paramour's chest, leaving her breasts swaying and spraying with every balls-deep thrust. The sounds of her throaty mooing and your bodies crashing together echoes throughout the Grave of Saints, louder than any ghostly haunting could ever hope to be.

Vacia finally finds the presence of mind to grab her breasts, arresting their pendulous bouncing, and plying her fingers to her nipples to really make the milk start flowing. "F-fuck me harder! Yeah! Oh Kassy, your Champion's so good!"

"Kas isn't here to hear you," you whisper into a bovine ear, pulling Vacia so far back that she's nearly pressed into your boobs. "But I'll tell her what a good lay you were next time I'm clapping those red cheeks."

"Yes! Please!" Vacia howls. Her cock erupts again, spraying another murky load across the floor. "Please tell her... I want to play with you both so bad. Ohhhh!"

You ignore her pleas, concentrating all your effort into pounding out her demonic pussy. Fucking her as hard as you possibly can leaves her in a state of endless orgasm, each climax rolling into the next in a cavalcade of oversexed mooing and squirting that soon has the entire hall, and all of poor Bruno, covered in one white fluid or another. There's no escaping the backblast by this point: your thighs and hands are getting soaked, and your cock is sheened with slickness. Lustful demon she may be, but the way her pussy is clenching around you is positively divine. It would be so easy to just lose yourself in Vacia's lush body, so easy to resign yourself to spending an eternity enraptured in succu-cow rear.

You gasp, snapping your eyes open and licking the drool from your lips. That's the path to demonhood, right there in your face — around your imposing, swollen phallus. "Fuck!" you groan, trying to regain your composure, but Vacia's no less desperate for you seed now than she was moments ago. You grip the cow's hips now, fingers sinking into her meaty flanks and pulling her hard back into your crotch. Her silken vice clamps down on your cock even harder than before, pushing you over the edge at the same moment as you're pushing yourself in to the hilt and flooding both her holes.

"Give me all that juicy essence, Champion!" Vacia giggles, half-slurring her words in her elation. "Queen Kasssssyyyyy's Champion is all mine!"

You just wrap your arms around the cow's waist and pump her full, emptying your balls into her with a series of short, fast thrusts that set off even more bovine orgasms. When the moment passes, you push Vacia off you and sink back on your haunches to catch your breath, watching your cum drool out of her cunt while her dick twitches and leaks.

You give the succubus a parting slap on the ass and stagger back to your feet.

Get Minofucked: You glance between Vacia and her bull, your mind already made up. With a wicked smirk, you grab the succu-cow under the arms and roll her off of Bruno, revealing the pillar of bestial bull-flesh lolling half-hard from his loincloth. You can't possibly wrap a hand around it — not even both hands together could fully encompass his girth — but you do your best, stroking from the furry base of his sheathe until you reach the plump, twitching flare. The bull's cumslit winks, itself almost as wide around as a normal human's cock, glistening with so much pre that it creates a slimy web that you can't resist touching. Your finger comes away sticky, coated in a musk so powerful that one whiff makes your head swim... and brings your face down towards his crotch in search of more.

You blink, pulling back, shocked by your own eagerness... but the next breath you take, heavy with the smell of Bruno's cock and balls, washes away any doubt that may have lingered. You don't just want to suck Bruno's dick: you need to.

"Ohhh, somebody's thirsty," Vacia giggles somewhere behind you, sitting back against the Grave's cold stone walls and stroking her cock. "My man's always had that effect on people. Haven't you, stud?"

Bruno manages a low, choked grunt, the first indication you've had this whole time that he's still conscious. A huge, meaty hand rises up, pawing at the air until he finds the back of your head. You blink, and suddenly your mouth is straining around the titanic pillar of Bruno's meat, tongue lapping at the slimy slit in the heart of his flare. The taste is every bit as overwhelmingly masculine as the scent of him, leaving your eyes rolling and mouth watering. When the brute finally lets you up for air, your head snaps back amidst a webway of bridges connecting lip and tongue back to his pole.

Vacia giggles, "That's sooooooo hot. Oh my Queenie, you almost took him on the first suck. That's so rare! Good job!"

"Than-hhhrg!" you try to say, only for Bruno's hand to push you down on his dick again. This time you do fully take him, at least for a few inches, eyes widening as the back of your throat is battered by the bull's tremendous cock. Once, twice, and he lets you up again — but rather than releasing you, Bruno heaves the both of you up off the floor, shoving your back against the wall and towering over you. Gods he's big, in every way that matters; his shoulders are so broad you can scarce see the crypt behind him. The world disappears behind the demonic minotaur as he shifts his stance, thrusting his trunk-like pole between your lips with a bellow of effort.

"That's the stuff, my love!" Vacia cheers, pumping her cock between her tits in the corner of your eye. "Pound his head in!"

You gag, dragged up and down the wall by the brute force of Bruno's thrusting. From this angle, his meat's able to force its way down your throat, spreading you open and choking you out all at once. You can't possibly breath around that much cock — you're seeing stars before Bruno pulls out, but your dick is rock hard from the abuse all the same. Bruno ignores your suffering, pounding your face relentlessly until his cock's glistening with your saliva, and you're barely even conscious.

Vacia reaching over and slapping his ass is the only thing that keeps him from flattening you against the stone. "Ease up, big boy. He's ready for the main course, I bet!"

"Hnnnnnnng!" is Bruno's only reply, taking a heavy step back and dragging his penis out of your lips. Your vision's swimming, brain already reduced to a gooey mess of lust and submission, unable to respond with anything more complex than a moan as Bruno heaves you up and plants you face-down on the cold stone. One rough hand hikes your butt up, spreading your legs wide, while the other remains firmly on your head, pinning you down. Not like you've got the will left to resist, but that only makes his absolute control hotter.

"Oh yeah, babe, you're gonna get it now!" Vacia giggles. "You're gonna love this."

The point's punctuated by the crown of Bruno's pride prodding your hole, demanding entrance. You gasp, clenching instinctively, but your body can pose no real resistance to a demonic stud like him. A couple of probing thrusts and he's spreading you open — or more accurately, tearing you apart.

"Ah-aahhhhhhhhh!"

Your stomach bulges obscenely, distending around more than two feet of throbbing hard horsecock, and your throat goes raw with orgasmic screams. Your genitals tightens, swaying limply between the minotaur's thrusts. It's your prostate that takes the pounding, leaving cum to spurt erratically from your crotch while the bull starts pounding you out in earnest.

Bruno bellows wordlessly, thick fingers tightening around your hip and neck as his thrusts pick up speed. There's no gentleness or affection to his work, only bestial rutting instinct driving him to breed your hole as hard as he can. Every time Bruno's hips crash against your backside, your body is ground into the stone beneath like a mop, pushed forward and then yanked back by his strong, furry hand.

"Mmmm, yeah, fuck him hard babe!" Vacia moans, pumping her tits around her hermaphroditic member just as fast as Bruno's pounding you. "Ohhhh, Kassy! Mmmmm!"

You just catch the sight of Vacia's cock erupting out the corner of your eye, covering the succu-cow in her own jizz, but you barely pay her any mind — all your attention is entirely wrapped up in the monolith of masculinity destroying your hole. The bull-demon snorts and sputters, throwing his head back in acknowledgement of his partner's pleasure, but he too has nothing on the mind but fucking — nothing but the primal need to fill your hole with his own corrupted seed.

Another orgasm crashes through you, leaving you screaming and squirting, joining your voice to the bull's wordless bellowing. A particularly brutal thrust flattens you onto the stone, knocking the wind out of you — and Bruno fills the gulf with a deluge of semen. The sheer force of his climax is nearly enough to send you skiing across the floor off his cock, save for the paws still gripped firmly around you; instead, your stomach bloats with surge after surge of liquid weight. Your head swims with the potency of it, reducing your mind to nothing but a murky haze of orgiastic cocklust. Your noticeable hips push back against Bruno's cock, even as your stomach's dragging heavily against the stone on a bed of backwashed spooge leaking from your equine cunny.

"Mmm, winning to lose, aren't ya?" Vacia murmurs, crawling forward and giving you a pat on the cheek. "Don't worry, my Bruno has that effect on everybody. Hope he didn't break you!"

"Uhhhhgggh."

Bruno snorts and rolls his hips back, dragging every inch of that monster cock back out of you. When he finally flops free, a torrent of demon-jizz pours from your gaping fuckhole, spilling down your thighs like twin waterfalls. Vacia moos hungrily, leaning in and running her tongue up a thigh to taste before Bruno's arms find her, dragging her towards his flagging erection.

You find yourself crawling after her, desperate for more... until a pair of gauntleted hands grab you, yanking you to your feet.

"Gods, {{user}}, look at you!" Calise sighs. "Your eyes are dilated. Are you high?"

"Mmm? Naaaaah," you drawl, trying to paw her off. "I feel great. Just... just so horny I can't stand it."