Don't Play With Magic

She coughed and sputtered when she tried to speak, her throat having just been stretched to points that should not have been physically possible. But the ring seemed to be doing it's job, as she felt it tighten back to normal, felt her jaw relax back into place and she was able to speak again.

"That..." she paused, not sure what to say. His comment about feeling different made her pause and think. Oh no, she couldn't believe that she hadn't thought about what kind of demon he was and what his cum would do to her! There was no way out now, it was too late, not that she could have stopped him from cumming down her throat anyway.

Her vague hope that he had gotten what he wanted was dashed, she knew an incubus wouldn't stop with one hole, one orgasm... He would use up all her sexual energy and more. "Let me go!" She started to struggle again, knowing the hopelessness of if. "Please, y-you can have the ring back, just please stop!"

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Ratatosk laughed again as he saw realisation dawn on her and her struggles begin anew. She was trying to bargain with him now, and he would indulge her for a few moments while he fed on the sexual energy he had forcefully taken from her. He relaxed his tail and coiled it behind him, sitting on it and pulling her into his lap. She could try to resist but he would force her there if he had to.

"You don't like my gift Breanne? Very well, I accept your terms." He paused, holding out his hand to her. When he had dragged her into his lap she had come to sit astride his flaccid cock, and he was in no rush to make her move. A couple of minutes passed with his hand out to her as he granted her a small window of time to recover and to let his seed take effect. "Well? Hand me back my ring and I will take this no further, but hurry now. I won't wait for long." As soon as he finished talking he willed his manhood to thicken and grow again, and flashed her a cocky grin.

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Breanne couldn't believe he was letting her off so easy, it went against everything she had been taught. Trying to ignore that he had pulled her onto his now flaccid, but still very large member, she smiled in relief. She tugged at the ring as he spoke, and her smile faded.

Hurry? It wouldn't come off! She slipped her finger in her mouth to try and provide some lubrication to pull it off. "I...I'm trying, it won't come off." She yanked hard and yelped as the tugging hurt more than it should have. "Please, I can't get it off!" And then she felt his cock growing under her butt and her eyes flew to his. She held her hand out to him, offering the ring to him the only way she could. "Just take it."

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Ratatosk smiled evilly while she struggled with the ring. Of course it wouldn't come off, it would never come off unless he wanted it to. There was more to the ring than what he had told her also, but that...that he hadn't decided if she needed to know yet. When she held out her hand he shook his head.

"No my dear, that isn't how the deal works. Doesn't matter now anyway, I'm sure you can feel what I want." His cock was fully erect now, and she was sitting astride it...the image was very appealing to him, and he lifted her effortlessly. His thick pole rose with her, never losing contact with her rear until he had lifted her higher than it could reach and it sprang free, aiming towards that tight slit. He wanted her, wanted to feel her sink onto him...he wanted to look into her eyes as she screamed and thrashed.

"Now that is out of the way, ride me." His demand was straightforward, and he released her from his grip, letting her fall, impaling her on his massive tool. He wondered how it would feel for her, pain amplified and pleasure even more so as he groaned, her tightness massaging his cock all the way down as she bottomed out.

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Breanne screamed as her weight forced her to sink onto his massive tool. It stretched her and pushed into her body further than possible, the pain was shattering...and the pleasure was too. No, no, it wasn't possible! How could she actually get any pleasure from this?

When she bottomed out, his huge member filling her so full, she could see it pressing against her skin from the inside. Tears streamed down her face. Ride him? Was he nuts? She couldn't even move, she was impaled and there was so much sensation with the slightest movement that even breathing was causing her to quake is pain and pleasure.

She tried to speak, but it was all too much for her, all that came out was a strangled noise, sounding like half a sob and half a moan. She just hoped it would be over soon. ~~~~~~~~~~

Ratatosk growled, a noise of pleasure not frustration, and his tongue darted out to flick across her lips. So sweet and young...and impaled so fully on his manhood, just where she belonged. If he had his way he would find girls like her every day, ones he could torment for hours, take what he needed from and leave craving him. And she would crave him...even as she screamed in pain, such a delicious noise, he knew that the pleasure would catch up to her too. It was simply inevitable.

She wasn't moving, and tight and hot as the depths of her pussy was he needed more. He could move her himself, but there was no fun in that, not right now. With a sinister grin he stood, letting his tail uncoil, no longer a seat but soon to be another instrument of pleasure and suffering. There was a chair in the room, he sat on that instead, tearing the arms off to make room for her legs.

He compressed his tail. As it could lose girth for length by stretching, it could gain girth by compressing itself much shorter, and he snaked it around his waist and behind her. The end was as thick as his cock now, even looked similar, the same mushroom head, the slit with which to deposit his seed, the pleasure he would receive...for all intents and purposes he had an extra dick and the head pressed dangerously against her asshole.

"I believe I gave you an order Breanne... Ride me, or I'll lift you myself with my tail, like so..." As soon as he had finished speaking he pressed the tail firmly against her...it wouldn't take too much pressure to start it's entry, and if she disobeyed he wouldn't hesitate to fuck her delectably tight, enticing rear. "It's your choice my dear, either you satisfy me or its going in."

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Breanne watched helplessly as he ripped the arms off the chair and sat in it, she could feel him moving inside her the whole time. She couldn't move, there was just no way! Then she felt him pressing his tail against her butt. She had never put anything in there before, and didn't want to start.

Unable to grasp the reality that she was about to ride a huge demon cock, she put her hands on his chest for balance and leverage and forced her weak legs to lift her. The pain she felt first, it was unbearable. But it was followed by unimaginable pleasure and her eyes went wide and flew up to meet his. She was already panting but knew from the experience with the throat fucking he gave her earlier that he didn't care, and that the ring would keep her from even passing out.

With the threat of him taking her rear still present, she did the last thing she wanted to, and what she needed to do the most; she started to ride him. He was buried so deep inside her, that even pushing up away from him as far as she could, he was still inside her further than any mortal could ever have been. There was no stopping the scream the was torn from her lips, and even she wasn't sure if it was from the enormous amount of pain, or the breathtaking pleasure.

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Ratatosk was not making an idle threat...if she didn't satisfy him then she was going to get buttfucked, and the girl, clever girl...she clearly realised her position. She did as he asked, started to rise while still impaled on his pole, and that scream...

It had been so long since he had enjoyed himself so much, and there was no way she would be able to fully satisfy him like this...which is why he had used the word. She would make him cum, he could feel the pressure building, another dose of his cum for her, amplified effects...but he would want more.

"Yes girl...faster. Ride me faster," he growled, his eyes on hers as she opened them wide. He knew that look, disbelief at the pleasure taking over her. "You know what happens if you disobey, so you will speed up. Make me cum, try to earn your freedom. Fail and I'll make you my fucking for the next decade" He was growing close, a little more of the insanely tight movement would push him over that blissful edge.

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Breanne was in stunned disbelief. It should not have been possible to feel so much pleasure and so much pain at once. And she damn well shouldn't have been enjoying this...but she was. She knew somewhere in the back of her mind it was from him cumming inside her, but it was difficult to think about that right now, or anything for that matter.

She struggled to concentrate, and found that it was easier to just let go and let her body take over. As much as she didn't want to be doing this, her body was building towards a big orgasm. The pain was immense, but the pleasure won it over. She was riding him as fast as she possibly could to try and earn her freedom, but also because she just couldn't stop.

There were tears streaming down her cheeks, sounds coming from her that even she couldn't make sense of, and she rode on, taking that massive cock deep inside her little body. Once again her eyes locked with his, this time the disbelief was mixed with a passion she could no longer control. And as much as she wanted to, she couldn't make herself look away as a blinding orgasm racked her body and tore another scream from her lips.

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Ratatosk could feel it all. The tightness, the heat, the feeling of having his cock wrung by her incredibly tight orifice...the energy released as she started to give in to pleasure, this was it. This was life, the food he needed, craved every minute...and in a much larger dose than he would get from one of the lost souls he would usually take when it was time for him to feed. Not just larger...purer.

She rode him closer to her own orgasm, something she could never hide from him. Beautiful tears streamed down her face and his tongue dragged up her cheek, her suffering almost as appetising as her pleasure, and when she reached her crescendo, her eyes locked on his, he let go of his control.

The sexual energy released from their combined orgasm as she milked his cock dry with her sweet pussy was intense, lights flickered in the streets outside as Ratatosk came in a roar of bliss, and sank his fangs deepening her neck. More and more of his venom, the aphrodisiac that formed such a large part of his seed flowed into her through his manhood and his painful bite.

He slowly came down from his powerful orgasm, teeth still lodged in her as he allowed his cock to shrink once more. She had done well, most men, even some demons would be completely satisfied with such a performance, but Ratatosk...he could already feel the craving again. Poor Breanne had another hole to play with, but first he would play some more.

"Sweet Breanne, you worked so hard to satisfy me. Did I detect a hint of pleasure in your performance too? Maybe coming back to my circle of hell with me wouldn't be so bad, don't you think?"

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Breanne was an explosion of energy, all thought, all everything obliterated as the orgasm took control. Then he sank his teeth into her and she felt the puncture from his fangs. The venom already in her causing the pain from the bite to be so intense that she howled in pain. At the same time she could feel the blast of his cum spray her insides.

As his cock started to shrink inside her, she felt her body begin to shift back to normal. The stretched out parts didn't shrink to normal as fast as he left her, and she felt empty and hollow inside. The orgasm was amazing, there was no denying that, and though she knew it was because of his cum that she was forced to enjoy that. Not to mention the damned ring which kept him from doing and true damage, and apparently kept her conscious.

Tears still streamed down her cheeks, from the pain, the pleasure, and the humiliation of having the best orgasm imaginable at the hands of a demon. She wondered what would happen now that he had pumped her full of more of his venom, and hoped that the effects weren't cumulative.

She was flush with embarrassment that she couldn't hide the orgasm, but knew there was no way to hide sexual pleasure from this particular demon. What did he say??!! Her head shot up. "Coming back to your circle of Hell? Of course that would be bad." She struggled to stand. "Just be done with me and go! Please." She knew she sounded pitiful, begging him to leave like that, but it was all just too much to take. And her poor little body... well, thanks to the ring, it was all back to normal, but still...

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Ratatosk chuckled, her protests only making him want to fully enjoy her pain. "Oh really now Breanne, you act like you didn't want to summon me here at all. Surely a witch as powerful as you knew the price of bringing forth a king of hell from his domain." She clearly wanted him gone, and he would indulge her soon enough. A few more hours of fucking would sate him for the day, if he did that one thing...

He lifted her from his lap, his cock sliding out of her as he deposited her on the floor before him. "Is that how you treat an invited guest Breanne? You must have known that without offering me a sacrifice to fuck then you would have to satisfy me, so we both know you wanted this. Now be a good girl and clean my cock for me."

Slowly, his wings unfurled...then they changed. Strips broke off, merged together, all the mass they possessed forming new limbs. Tentacles...five in total. He made sure she could see. "You haven't seen my party trick have you dear?" There were four long, thin tentacles, two on each shoulder, and one more, longer, thicker...it split into several strands at the base, three on each shoulder that merged together to form the last. The head was identical to his cock, just like his tail, dripping pre-cum...it had been a long time since he showed anybody how his wings transformed.

"Ignore the tentacles Breanne," he laughed as the four thinner appendages darted out to coil around her wrists and ankles. "Open your mouth and clean my cock, and I will leave you here when I am sated. Unless you want to come home with me that is..."

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Breanne was weak in the knees when he set her down, her body returning to normal, but hypersensitive. Should she admit that she didn't want to summon him? Although she was staying to think he already knew that, but she wasn't sure of the consequences of she admitted it, so she kept her mouth shut.

She didn't really think when he told her to clean his cock, though she scoffed at the 'good girl' part, and started looking around for what she could clean it with. Her actions were interrupted by his wings opening up and splitting apart into tentacles! He told her to ignore them, and she tried, reaching for her torn robe to use as a cloth. But he grabbed her wrists and ankles and clarified his command.

She stared a moment at the massive beast before her once again, and a whimper escaped her lips. What choice did she have really? She opened her mouth just a bit, and stuck her tongue out, running it over the tip and licking off some of his cum and some of her own juices left behind by her rather messy orgasm.

She wasn't foolish enough to believe that he would make idle threats. So when he said he would take get to hell with him, she believed every word, and did what she had to to escape that terrible fate.

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Ratatosk groaned slightly as her tongue ran over his cock, the sensitivity being at an all time high after his last orgasm. Poor Breanne was fighting for a lost cause though. Maybe she thought he would be in some way more gentle if she obeyed him but that was simply not true. No matter what she chose to do he would proceed with his plans regardless.

He let her lick at him clumsily for a few minutes, flexing the tentacles he was holding her with, pulling her limbs tight one minute then forcing them behind her back the next. It had been long enough that he wanted to practice their use. When her tongue had made him aroused enough again he decided that he wanted to hear her scream once more...wanted to hear her beg and plead.

The tentacles lifted her, turned her around so that she wasn't facing him and coiled powerfully around her limbs, pressing her forward as they did so till her hands were pressed against the wall and her legs and ass were pulled back towards him. Her shapely rear was pointed at him, her legs held as though she were standing, though her feet never reached the floor as he held her at the perfect height and stepped up behind her.

"I think it's time you really satisfied me Breanne...I'm sure it will take no more than an hour or two, you've already made me cum twice after all." His manhood, erect and throbbing, pressed up against the one hole he hadn't fucked yet. He left it there for a full two minutes before he spoke so she could appreciate her situation. "Lucky you have that ring now isn't it my dear? I don't need to even go slow..."

With that he thrust forward, spearing half his cock into her virgin ass while his thickest tentacle hovered above her head. The growl of satisfaction that escaped his lips was one of pure bliss, and he started to pull out in order to thrust one more time.

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Breanne was frightened, he kept using his tentacles to move her arms and legs around, and she was powerless against it. She knew that whatever he wanted to do, she couldn't stop. Suddenly she was in the air, and gave a squeal more of surprise than anything.

He had her in a very exposed and vulnerable position, and she wriggled even though she knew it was pointless. "An hour or two!" She exclaimed. All sense of time had long since vanished, but another hour or two of him??? The she felt him press against her butt, and really panicked. "Wait! Stop! Not there!" He wasn't moving, and she struggled for all she was worth to keep him from her tight rear entrance.

The pain that speared through her as he thrust his monsterous cock into her ripped an ear splitting scream from her so loud it was surprising that the windows didn't shatter. "Please stop!! Take it out, take it out!! You're too big!!" Her rational mind knew her pleas were pointless, but she was beyond rational thought as the stretching, burning, full sensation overwhelmed her. All focus was on her ass and the pain should have rendered her unconscious, but she wasn't so lucky.

He started to pull out, and the movement was unbearable. She ignored the little burst of pleasure that it brought and prepared mentally, since there was nothing she could do physically, for the painful ass fucking he was about to deliver. An hour or two? She didn't think she could take a minute or two.

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Ratatosk grinned, her scream reaching new heights, her fear and pain making him want to fuck her so very hard. So that was what he did...he rammed his thick pole back into her with all his strength, penetrating her completely. He didn't give her time to get used to it either, no...he immediately started to piston into her relentlessly.

"Nonsense girl, it's not too big at all, the perfect fit," he growled, his hands holding her waist steady as he made her scream and beg. "Yes...fuck, I knew your ass would feel this good Breanne, and don't worry, I know just how to stop you begging." His tail was compressing again, hovering just below her pussy, waiting for the perfect moment...then he plunged it into her, going deep, skillfully alternating thrusts with his real cock.