Recalling what the texture felt like in my dream and imagining what it would feel like in reality just about broke my brain.
I had sex with his monster form in the plum dream and, as real as that felt, it had been less daunting fitting that thing inside me.
“I… I’m not sure that thing is gonna fit.”
“You’ve done it before.”
“Yeah,” I snorted. “In my wildest dreams. Literally. There’s no weird sex magic to make you fit, is there?”
He gave a chuckle of his own. “No, but it will fit. And if it doesn’t, I’ll enjoy training your sweet little mortal holes to be better about taking your Lord’s cock in all his forms.” He patted his thigh. “Now, settle down on your throne, my queen.”
Tamping down on my nerves, I reached down to fist him. My thumb ran up and down his shaft, feeling the texture of his ridges.
Oh, fuck me. I was not built for taking a dick like this. RIP to my vagina. Worst case scenario, I’d die from too much monster dick.What a way to go. Though Belial would probably just revive me so he could do it all over again.
“You can do it,” my monster encouraged. “Your body is so needy and desperate for me, you’re sopping wet.”
His clawed hands gripped my hips, but he didn’t force me to take him, instead allowing me complete control. I lined him up with my center and slowly speared myself on his cock. He sat back, his horns tipping back as a lusty moan rolled from his throat, spurring me on.
I went at my own pace, sliding him inside me inch by inch.
My hips lowered, writhing to work him inside me. The entire time, he talked me through it, purring and murmuring his dark little praises. “Fuck… Look at you. You take your Lord and Master so well.”
My thighs trembled as I sank the last inch of him inside me. My eyes rolled back into my head as the texture of his demonic cock rubbed against my walls. I fluttered and twitched around him as I settled, and he growled his delight at the way I sheathed all of him.
He reached up, his large hand wrapping around my throat with just enough pressure to have me moaning. “You look so damn beautiful impaled on your king’s cock, my treasure.”
I panted, his cock stretching me to my limit, but, fuck me, was the pain delicious.
To my disappointment, his hand dropped from my throat, but I noticed a blue chain forged from magic now wrapped around his fingers. The rest of the chain formed, attached to a magical collar around my neck.
My eyes widened, and he laughed, a wolfish, sadistic laugh that had me wet and burning, ready for friction.
“You will no longer wear a collar, not like the one I made for you before. As there is no more danger to you in the Hells, I don’t need to track your every step. But, while you’ll wear a crown before our subjects, you’ll still wear a collar for me when it pleases me. Do you understand?”
I nodded, and he licked my lips with that monstrous appendage, the split sections dancing over my flesh. “Good. Now be a good slave queen and ride your demon lord.”
Grabbing his shoulders to steady me, I slowly moved my hips up and down. The pain quickly dissolved into delicious heat as I stretched around him, molding to his massive girth. A moan fell from my lips as Belial’s massive hands gripped my hips. He helped me ride him until I was a trembling mess on top of him.
“What a good little cock sleeve you make.” He chuckled, the booming sound filling my head and sinking straight to the place where we were connected. He gripped my hips harder, the magic chain digging into my flesh as he dragged me down onto his cock.
“I’m going to fuck you so deep, you’ll taste me.” He leaned over me, the fire in his eyes consuming my vision and making little beads of sweat pebble my skin.
Here I was, wearing the crown made from the bones of my ex, riding the cock of Death himself, all while souls from the River Styx drifted by as our audience.
It was so fucked, and it was perfect.
Belial rocked his hips up to meet me, increasing his pace until I shattered. I cried out, my voice echoing off every polished surface in the throne room and shaking the bone chandeliers.
Belial’s pace became frantic as he fucked me through my orgasm, and a second later, he came with a roar, filling me to the brim with thick jets of hot cum. I quivered on his cock as he held me down, keeping me impaled on him as he emptied every drop of monster seed he had to give.
So full.
So complete.
The spell he’d used to create the chain and collar faded.
We stayed like that for several peaceful beats, the only sound in the throne room our heavy breaths and the sounds of rushing water from the river.
