It didn't take Fenrir long to stack all the bodies in three piles, the loose patterns ensuring the fire would burn as hot as possible. Before collecting wood for the pyres, he stepped over to Safara's tent and peered surreptitiously into it. Safara y curled on the cot inside, hugging a book to her chest as she cried softly. He noticed it was the bestiary he had gnced through earlier. With the same caution he retreated, thinking to himself as he returned to his work, 'Poor girl. I can't help but feel sorry for her. It's not an easy thing to have your entire worldview rearranged like that, but it needed to happen.'

  He made good progress for a while, then a succubus exited the castle, marching towards him with a determined stride. Continuing to pce the wood he had collected so far, he gnced her over as she approached. She was fairly short but voluptuous in the extreme, straight dark hair framing a pale face in which were set two deep violet eyes, just now fixed on his form with an ironbound determination. Even from this distance he could practically feel the lust rolling off of her. Admiring her curves, he had to admit he wouldn't object to a proverbial roll in the hay himself, especially with such a luscious treat as now approached him.

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  [colpse]AimiFemale DemonLesser Succubus Lvl 6Status: Determined, ArousedAbilities: Lesser Seduction, Sneak, Lesser FireballKinks/Fetishes:extreme ownership fetish – size queen – loves to be treated as nothing more than a set of holesDisposition Towards User:is extremely aroused by his size and strength – is determined to fuck him

  She wasted no time in preamble when she reached him, saying promptly and succinctly, "Fuck me."

  Fenrir chuckled at this, pcing the st branch between two bodies as he replied, "No beating around the bush, eh? I've just been handling dead bodies, sure you don't want me to wash up first?"

  "Nope. Fuck me." At Fenrir's raised eyebrow, she continued, "Dead bodies don't gross me out, I've been fucked by an undead lich before. It wasn't that great, but... anyway, that doesn't matter. C'mon, fuck me already. Don't you want to absolutely ruin me with that massive cock?"

  "You make a compelling argument. Very well, come here." So saying, Fenrir scooped her up and stepped back inside the courtyard, removing what little clothes she had as he went. She wriggled in delight in his arms as he forcefully stripped her, knowing from God's Eye that she preferred rough treatment. The less he cared about her pleasure, the more she would enjoy it. Predictably, she was dripping wet by the time he got to her pussy, stripping away the maebari that served her for panties.

  He dropped her unceremoniously onto the table which still stood in the courtyard, the smooth wood leaving her at about the correct height for a hard pounding. The voracious succubus raised her hips slightly, allowing her breasts to press against the hard surface of the table as she reached back to spread her lower lips enticingly. Her nether regions were already swimming in her juices, and her voice cracked slightly from desire as she begged, "Jam that magnificent shaft into me! Ruin my tight little hole, fuck me till I can't think, turn me into your cocksleeve! C'mon, fuck me already, please!"

  His cock rock hard at the sight, Fenrir wasted no time. She wanted it rough, and he could provide. Grabbing her hips, he sunk his cock to the hilt in one long excruciatingly pleasurable thrust. Aimi responded with a vocalization that began as a sigh of relief, morphed into a full-bodied moan of pleasure and ended in a tortured squeak as he filled her well beyond what she could easily handle. He paused in her depths to give her a moment to get used to him; being rough was fine, but he didn't want to actually damage her, and unlike his earlier conquests his precum had had no chance to prepare her for the log she was now impaled on. He had underestimated the hardiness of a pleasure demon's love canal, however, and the rapacious desire of the woman beneath him.

  She bucked back into him with a whine of disappointment. "Why'd you stop? Break me! Rape me! Own me!"

  Fenrir shook his head in amused wonderment. She wanted him bad. And he had to admit, her unrestrained begging was hot as hell. Taking a fresh grip on her hips, he leaned close to her ears and growled lustfully, "You want me to ruin you? Reduce you to a toy, something to get myself off with? Is that you want?"

  "Yes!!" she squealed, convulsing around his cock at his words. "Turn me into your pleasure sve, your cumdump, your fucking sex toy!"

  "As you wish, you randy slut," he replied, straightening up. Pulling out of her greedy hole, he plunged back in viciously, fucking her with wild abandon. He allowed himself to rail her as hard as he wanted to, as hard as he could, sparing no thought for her comfort or pleasure. And the insatiable succubus took it all and asked for more, shuddering around his cock with near constant orgasms as she was reduced to precisely what she had asked for, a sex toy.

  She couldn't stop moaning, even the drawing of her breath perverted into whines of pleasure from the overwhelming stimution, interspersed with a sharp squeal whenever Fenrir could no longer resist spanking the juicy ass that rippled sensually with each impact of his hips. Grabbing her horns, he pulled her head back, her spine forced into a sharp arch as her breasts dragged deliciously across the table beneath. The new position made it nearly impossible for her to reciprocate in any way, but that didn't stop her from trying, her hips bucking as she desperately tried to meet each thrust. The sharp curve of her spine forced her breasts out and forward, and they swung unrestrainedly, each bone-jarring impact of hips into hips sending them leaping forwards and upwards, before falling back to the table with an audible smack.

  Unlike anyone before her, Aimi successfully took Fenrir's knot, nearly passing out as it stretched the entrance of her tunnel beyond anything she had ever experienced, and steadily swelling further as his climax approached. Her nails scrabbled across the surface of the wood, mindbreaking pleasure coursing through every inch of her body. Now restricted to short thrusts by the absurd tightness locking around the base of his knot, the direwolf took a hand from her horns, reaching down to brutalize one breast as he tried to force himself even deeper into the cunt so ardently squeezing around him.

  His release approaching swiftly, he decided to experiment further with his abilities. With but a thought, his mind was flooded with every possible offspring he could sire. Picking one, he could feel a peculiar sensation in his balls as his sperm was modified to carry the necessary genetic code.

  A particurly violent convulsion of the succubus' pussy triggered his release, and smming her down tight to his pelvis, he roared out his euphoria as he flooded his self-procimed cumdump with thick white semen. Her belly began extending as she was almost instantly filled beyond capacity, the knot lodged in her pussy giving his discharge nowhere else to go. By the time he stopped pulsing she looked five months pregnant, mumbling nonsensically as she y limply on the table, aftershocks shuddering through her body.

  With his knot locked firmly inside her, he wasn't going anywhere quickly, so, picking the cleanest part of the table he could find, he sat down with Aimi in his p, the movement forcing another orgasm through the insensible succubus. An errant breeze brought a familiar scent to his nose, and he had to suppress the urge to visibly react. 'I should have expected this,' he mused as he surreptitiously scanned the tents before him. 'We were a long way from silent, after all.' On one end of the row of tents he found what he sought, a heavily flushed face peering from between two fps of canvas. Safara's soft moans came faintly to his ears; she was trying to be silent but was unable to entirely remain so at the height of her pleasure.

  He was careful not to intimate that he knew she was there, and after a quiet but erotic orgasm, her face disappeared entirely. The scents Fenrir was able to occasionally catch seemed to indicate that she had come more than once while watching him turn his succubus toy inside out, and he reflected that her voyeurism had been almost ideal for his pns for her.

  'Now that she's seen for herself what I can do in bed, so to speak, she can't have too much resistance left on the carnal front. If I wait and make her ask me for it, how will she work up to it? How long will she be able to resist begging? Should be fun for me either way, watching her try to resist succumbing to her desires. Her mind may be a bit more difficult, but I think I'm making good progress there as well. No, I doubt it will be much longer before she submits to me. Seems almost ridiculously fast, considering, but heavily repressed elf plus sex-filled environment seems to equal easy subjugation. Probably shouldn't get ahead of myself though. She is an elf, so I wouldn't be surprised if she holds on for quite a bit longer than I'd expect.'

  His knot now having shrunken a bit, he made an attempt to lift Aimi off of his dick, and with an audible pop and a deluge of cum he freed his member from her depths. Turning to the well which stood in one corner of the courtyard, he cleaned himself up, but left Aimi as she was, reasoning that she would prefer to wake up uncared for and covered in cum. 'If she's into being just a sex toy, waking up discarded and ignored should suit her perfectly.' Still, he kept an eye on her as he finished preparing the soldiers' bodies for immotion.

  As he expected, once she woke up and saw Fenrir apparently ignoring her, she gave a delighted shiver that he could see even from his considerable distance. Or had that been another orgasm? Either way, after giving her another a few minutes to bask as he finished up, he approached the blissful succubus.

  "Alright, time to get you cleaned up," he said, watching in amusement as she attempted without success to hold in the river of cum still pouring from her gaping pussy.

  "Fucking hell in a handbasket, that was good," Aimi breathed reverently, her voice rough and scratchy from her many screaming orgasms. "If you promise to fuck me like that again, I'll do whatever you want, no strings attached. Just don't make me live without that giant. fucking. cooock~"

  "Sounds like a deal," Fenrir replied, then, struck by a sudden whim, he abruptly leaned forward and took her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. "You belong to me now," he growled possessively.

  She gave another full-body shudder at the words. "Yes, Master..." she whispered, transfixed by his gaze.

  He held her there another few moments, enjoying the lustful adoration in her eyes. Then without warning he flung her over one shoulder and turned in the direction of the bath. She shivered and moaned again at the rough treatment, and Fenrir shook his head in amusement. "You really are an insatiable slut, aren't you?" he asked conversationally, ducking through the small door which led past the kitchens.

  "I guess so, Master~" she replied pyfully. "I'm always horny, it feels like. Most cocks just don't do it for me. Not like yours, filling me up, making me cum my brains out~ ...mmm..."

  Fenrir chuckled but said no more, leaving Aimi to bask in the bliss of her afterglow.