Tilly stood up, stared at him, and started to quiver.

“I… it’s… I can feel it inside me. Is this going to hurt?” Such big doe eyes, begging him for something so simple as avoidance of pain. Such a strange, beautiful woman.

He shook his head.

“Ok, um… I… oh…” Her standing was put to a quick end as she fell back down, and sat on the river shore, the water up to her waist. Demon blood was coursing through her, tainting her, mutating her, changing her in ways she would not be able to predict. But she could feel them no doubt, and she looked up to him with fearful eyes as the changes fell upon her.

First were the horns. White, curling, thick horns slowly grew from her forehead, and curled back over her hair before curling down to stop by her neck, like ram horns. Her skin changed as well, and the gentle tan of her body began to turn into a mix of white and red. Her limbs were the darkest shade, hands and feet becoming the color of blood, while the color grew lighter, and lighter, until it was soft white around her stomach and breasts. Her nipples tinted blood red as well, darker even, almost maroon, beautiful against the white of the skin around them. Her lips also changed to the same shade of dark red as her nipples, and eventually, so did her hair.

She stared down at the water, and gasped over, and over, and over, as more changes came upon her. Her eyes became like Mongar’s, solid black, and her fingernails grew a couple inches, turning white like her horns as they became claws; the same befell her toes, white talons, larger, stronger.

“I’m… a redhead now?” She ran her crimson fingers through her long, dark red hair, where it ran down her white shoulders and reached her ass. “Black eyes… I… it… feels… odd, and yet… it feels… good.” A delight, this Tilly, as she seemed incapable of internalizing her thoughts, always narrating them. He enjoyed it. She touched her forehead, traced the white horns with her red fingertips, and then, squealed as something splashed behind her.

A demon tail. While Mongar’s tail as a massive thing, heavy, bulky, hers was slick, lean, four feet long, and prehensile. It was colored the same as her limbs, blood red, smooth, with a shape similar to a snake’s tail. She took it into her clawed hand, and brought much of it in front of her to stare at it.

“I look like a succubus! … wait, I’ve never seen a succubus. Is this what they look like?” she said. But he brought up a hand from the water, and brought finger and thumb together, meaning that, she did a little. “Not a succubus then. I… I’m… I’m human then? But… part demon now?”

He nodded, and waited. There would be more changes in the next few moments, and he wanted to see how she would handle them. He also wanted to see if she would be ok, if this human would take well to changes demons normally forced on others as punishment. To feed forever on human flesh and human fear, was for many humans, a curse. But for Tilly, it almost seemed proper.

She gasped again, and looked down at her stomach. Her stomach pulled in a little, and a little more, as did her waist, skin tightening up, giving her now very flat stomach some subtle abs. She no longer had the stomach of a soft woman, but now of a lean, strong creature, with a tiny waist, very tiny, highlighting her wide hips and her breasts all the more. Her claws found her bosom, and another final squeak came out of her as she found her breasts growing as well, from large, to very large, until they spilled over her hands, until each was as big as her head. Bigger.

“Oh gods I… I feel different… inside… where’d my insides go!” She posed for her reflection, and put her hands on her waist. “So… so sexy! And, I… it feels different, Mongar! Like my insides are all changed, not just the stuff on the outside.”

He rumbled a quiet chuckle. She would learn.

“Beautiful,” he said.

She spun around to face him fast enough to send herself twirling, and falling into the water. Getting back up to her feet with plenty of coughing and squeaking, she stared at him, and jaw dropped. Only once she realized she’d been complimented, did she start blushing.

“I understood that! And, um, thank you. But, it wasn’t English?”

“Demon.” He nodded again as he reached out for her, set one hand behind her, and gently pulled her toward him until she was leaning against the outside of one of his legs, hands to his short fur. “You. Demon corrupted.” Even when speaking the language of his race, his mouth did not articulate well. Curse of his particular breed.

“Demon corrupted… I’d heard stories… I guess that means I need to eat people, and eat their fear too?” She stared down at his enormous leg, and traced lines in the fur with one of her claws. “I figured it’d be something like this. I knew what I was getting into by tasting your blood.” Forcing herself to stand tall, she nodded and put her hands on her hips, forcing a determined gaze. It looked more like a six-year-old girl trying to be determined and imposing, far too adorable to be taken seriously.

“No regret?”

“No regrets! My old life was… empty, and now, I feel like… this is a new… a new life!” She pushed off his leg a little ways, and turned around, looking at herself in the water again as she did. “I got a teeny tiny waist! My breasts are huge! And I have a tail! … probably to compensate for the weight of these.” Her claws found her breasts again, and she cupped them as she stared down at them. For a human, and now demon corrupted, they were massive, and the milky white skin with blood red nipples was quite the sight. If Mongar had not cum many times only thirty minutes ago, he would be aroused at the sight of her.

“You. Demon now. What do?”

“I um, thought I was… going to stay with you? At least, I mean, until you don’t want me anymore. I don’t know what I’m doing, and… I like you, you’re nice. You helped us, the village, so many times.” She climbed up onto his leg, stood upon it, and pressed one hand to his chest. He was fifteen feet tall after all, and she was only five. “And you should teach me! You changed me, you should teach me to be a demon! Like you though, a nice demon. I don’t want to… be like those demon corrupted in the stories, who get crazy with hunger and kill their family and friends and stuff.” The words sent her eyes down, and she sighed as she let her mind wander.

She had no family, and no friends. That was why she came to him, he could see.

Her dismay washed away in moments, caught by the gentle current in the water beneath them, as her reflection caught her eye again. She giggled, hopped back down into the water, and hooked a claw into her mouth, pulling one cheek aside so she could see her teeth.

“Ooh, I’ve got fangs now.” To prove it, she raised her eyes to him, opened her mouth wide, and exposed the fangs where her canines used to be. She grinned as she did it.

Such a peculiar woman. Having her near was a joy.



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The next victim the villagers brought was a man. Mongar’loth had no interest in men, and under normal circumstances, he would have prepared the man like a snack, broken his bones while he was still alive, and then devoured him while, again, still alive. The process normally took a mere five minutes.

But perhaps Tilly would want to do more? She was attracted to male humans, and if she requested it, surely the villagers would give the same potion to the man as they did the women, to keep their bodies in a perpetual state of arousal. Then again, they might not. They didn’t even know Tilly had decided to join him, to abandon her old life, and instead indulge her dark, twisted fantasies and desires.

Perhaps he should ask a succubus or incubus to come visit, and lend their aid? Their magics would cause the same effect of the potion.

As the villagers approached the altar with the naked sacrifice, the four men and two women in leather armor, all gasped as they found Tilly standing beside the titanic demon. She had re-clothed herself with her white rags from before, but the flimsy clothes did little to hide her new features.

“Tilly?” one of the men said, an older man, white hair and a matching beard. Despite the leather armor, he leaned on a staff to walk. A battle-hardened priest of some sort, perhaps.

“Y-Yes Thomas, it’s me.”

“You have horns.” The old man came closer, each step labored and slow. His companions kept the sacrifice standing, hands tied behind his back, and a bag over his head. Mongar did love to surprise his male sacrifices, after all.

“I… Mongar’loth offered me… He offered me a new life, and I decided to take it.”

Thomas frowned up at the titan before coming closer to Tilly, until only five feet separated them. “You have been corrupted by demon blood then.”

“… I have.”

“You… you understand that means you cannot stay with the villagers.”

“I do.”

“… then why have you done this?”

“I was miserable there Thomas, surely you must have seen that?”

“We—”

“N-No, don’t. It’s not your fault. The children, Graham, all dead… it changed me. And… and Mongar understands that part of me, better than I do.”

“… if this is truly your wish,” the old man said, “then I must accept it. If you are staying with Mongar, perhaps we will see you more often?”

“M-Maybe, yeah… yeah I could visit sometime. If you think people wouldn’t mind a demon walking around the town?”

“Ha, they might, but they understand Mongar has done right by us. If they don’t, I’ll hit them until they do.”

Tilly laughed. Thomas laughed. Mongar stayed silent, listening, picking up on the words and forming an image in his mind of Tilly’s previous life, what her relationship was like with this man and the others. As the conversation continued, the two laughed twice more, and after a couple of minutes, Thomas turned and left, offering them a wave. The other humans left with him, but not before pushing the sacrifice forward so Tilly had to catch him by the shoulders.

Parting with your old life on good terms, after a demon corrupted you, turned you into a twisted half-demon abomination, was unheard of. Mongar was blessed to have found these people, as much they he.

Tilly took the bag off the man’s head.

“Fucking finally! You… oh… fucking… gods.” The man backed away, and stared up at Mongar’loth, eyes wide, pupils shrinking as delicious fear sent his heart rate soaring.

“I recognize this one,” Tilly said. “I saw him try and cut down one of the children.”

Mongar rumbled, loud. Only the most heinous of demons killed children, and to see such villainous actions from a human, was a great spice for his meal.

The human began to slowly step away, but Mongar snapped out his arm to catch the man in his palm.

“No! No don’t! Stop! Mercy!” the bandit said. Begging for mercy from the very start, delightful.

Mongar gave none. He set the sacrifice upon the altar on his back, hand more than large enough to hold the whole of the bandit’s torso, so the man’s legs were free, and kicking out at Mongar’s arm. Useless. With his other hand, he reached out for one leg, and twisted. Crack.

“Aaaaaaar!”

Cracking the femur in half, the largest bone in a human’s body, was a sweet treat, the mix of agony and pain filling him with its nectar. And Tilly’s as well.

“I… felt that,” she said, bringing her hands to her stomach.

He smiled, and reached out for the screaming man’s other leg. Crack, like a twig.

“Stop! Stop! Oh god, fuck, no please!” The man was almost foaming at the mouth, filling his body with the various chemicals humans did when they were panicking, trying to flee, desperate to save their lives. Hyperventilating, heart rate soaring, delicious fear permeated the sacrifice’s every bone and organ until it was flowing out of his pours as sweat.

Tilly frowned at the man, and walked around to the other side of the large stone table. Too big, she had to climb up onto it to get a good look at the man’s face from above.

“You don’t deserve mercy!”

“P-Please! Stop him! I’ll do anything! I’ll—”

She kicked him. The man’s head jerked to the side, and blood splattered over his mouth and Tilly’s talons as the sacrifice’s lip split. His jaw broke too, and his head jerked hard enough to the shoulder to tear parts of his neck’s insides. Not a broken neck, but close, and the man’s jaw slacked to one side with its broken bone and dislocation.

His screams returned, once the shock and confusion wore off. But at least he could no longer formulate words.

Tilly looked shocked as well, and Mongar offered her a small smile and chuckle. Strong, the woman was strong, now that she was part demon. It was perhaps a first for the woman, and she hopped down off the altar onto the grass in front of Mongar, as if testing it. Her smile beamed, like a kid with a new toy, as she realized she just jumped six feet into the air, and landed easily.

“Oh wow.”

He nodded, gestured to the naked, now bleeding man on the altar, and then back to her. “Fear, for soul. Meat, for body.” The driving hungers of demons, fear and flesh. Other fiends had similar hungers, one of the body and one of the soul, and each manifested in different ways. For demons, and half-demons, fear and flesh were their foods.

Simply by being the source of fear, both he and his new corrupted friend got to indulge in the flow of nourishment, each scream the man made pulsing the very area around them in delicious, sweet terror. Tilly drifted closer to the sacrifice as well, and stood beside his broken legs, her hands on her stomach pressing against the rags. No doubt, she felt it in her belly, the strange sense of fulfillment from causing fear in another.

She reached out, and sank her fingers, her claws, into the man’s broken leg, above the knee. White claws pierced flesh, and blood gushed over her hand as the man’s screams raised an octave. Predictably, it sent the fool into new heights of fear, and Tilly smiled, no doubt tasting the sweet, invisible nectar.

She looked at her hand. “Blood… a lot of blood.”

Yes, this would be a messy affair. He reached down, and slipped one of his own dark claws down to poke at her dress, at the collar.

“You. Disrobe. Blood messy.”

She blinked her big, beautiful, black eyes at him, and then down at herself, as if wearing clothes again had regressed her to the shy human she was yesterday. If she wanted to wear the clothes again, she should take them off to keep them from getting soaked in blood.

Gulping, she did. She slipped them off again, set them aside in a neat pile by a tree, and once more stood before Mongar, nude. He rumbled his approval, and earned a smile and squeak from the small woman.

“W-What do I do now?”

“Whatever… you want,” he said, in Fiendish. While she spoke in English, Fiendish was filled with rumbling growls and overlapping sounds. It was also horrible at nuance, meant for barking orders or death threats, not conversation. “Eat. Meat. Whatever you want.”

“So… so I could… bite his leg?” She stood by the screaming man’s leg, and watched how his squirming caused trickles of the blood to come out onto the altar. The sacrifice’s voice had gone hoarse, but still his screams came out, burying the two demons in nourishment. Energizing, revitalizing, and perhaps a touch arousing.

“Yes. Organs taste best.”

“Organs… I’ll definitely have to… try that after.”

His new friend was adopting her new life so quickly, he was in shock. She was still part human, and cannibalism did not come easily to most; except her. She frowned at the bandit, leaned in, and like she was taking a bite out of a leg of beef, sank her fangs into his leg. His screams shifted into a hollering, panicked yelp, and then back to screaming as his struggling caused his broken leg to grind the cracked bone. His voice began to shred itself with its manic volume, as Tilly ripped off a large chunk of his leg muscle using her newfound demon strength, and fangs.

She stood there, with a solid, fat chunk of human leg meat in her mouth, six inches across. Her eyes widened as blood filled her mouth, and she raised her hands to hold onto the hunk of flesh as she tore into it. Bite, bite, hands and teeth working it apart and into chewable strands.

“Oh gods, this is so good!” Like a human with cake, she took a bite, and another, and another, until it was all gone. “No… no wonder the demon corrupted have been known to attack other humans, when they try and live with them. This is… oh, it’s so good, it’s so good.”

Mongar stared at the woman before him, and made a deep, rumbling purr, as every part of him lit on fire with need. Tilly’s transformation had emphasized the feminine aspects of her body, to give her the tools she needed to seduce unwitting humans should the need arise. But, it was also seducing him. His eyes found themselves locked to the sight of her massive breasts, and how they were now coated in the blood dripping from her chin. Lines of crimson ran down the pale skin, some curving around and onto her red nipples, and others sliding down the inner and outer curves of the large teardrops, until the blood dripped from their undersides. Some ran down her sternum, down her tiny waist, and down to her legs to slip between her thighs and along her smooth mons.

Tilly’s eyes found his, and with tilted head, her gaze slid down his body. He was a fifteen-foot titan of muscle, capable of killing almost anything he desired; but, he was a slave to the sight of a beautiful creature such as this creation of his before him. He rumbled again, more deep purrs flowing through his body into the ground, as his cock began to harden. His testicles, normally ascended into his pelvis, descended, becoming heavy orbs. His penis’s sheath, much like a horse’s, normally held his member in safety as well, but his cock spilled from its confines as it swelled, and swelled, until the two-foot length was dangling between his legs. Its skin, covered in bumps and grooves, began to lubricate itself, skin slicking with sexual juices, as his body began to boil.

“Mongar!” She squeaked, and stepped back once as her eyes locked onto his shaft. “I… you… I thought you… saved that for your sacrifices? Are you attracted to men?”

Ha. As much as he was delighted with Tilly, and constantly finding himself pleased with her attitude, she was not the most intelligent creature. But then perhaps that was for the best; he was intelligent, but not the most skilled at expressing himself. Maybe she would offset that.

“Like women. Like… you.”

“You’re attracted to me? A half-demon?”

“Yes.”

“Is… it because I’m part demon now?”

“Was attracted before. Would have loved… to have sex with human Tilly.” But at the time, he was busy murdering a sacrifice on his cock, and licking Tilly’s insides. “Now, even more.”

The demon woman blushed so bright, it started to match the red color of her arms and legs. “… that makes glad. Cause… we should, we um… we definitely… should, um… have sex.” As she stared at him, he could see her nipples begin to swell and harden, and her tail start to slither from side to side behind her.

He didn’t realize before that that was a concern. Only now did he consider that maybe, the very human-sized demon would not be interested in actually having sex with him, a fifteen-foot minotaur-like demon. And now that he thought about that, he realized how morose that would have made him. All the better, now that he realized she did indeed want to have sex with him.

He rumbled, smiled a demon smile, and gestured to the sacrifice. “But, eat more first.”

“First? Oh… ok!” She giggled and squealed a couple of times as she realized what he was implying. Food now, fucking later. “So, um, what part should I try next?”

Mongar reached out, set a claw on the screaming, crying man’s sternum, and pressed down. His claws weren’t razor sharp like Tilly’s, but a solid point and a strong hand was enough to force the claw to crack through the sacrifice’s sternum.

“Nnn! Aararrg! Sstooooop!” Still screaming, despite his blood loss and despite his broken jaw and damaged neck. And, despite the shattering of his sternum. Impressive he managed to form a word at all.

Mongar was careful to not kill the sacrifice; better to draw this out so Tilly could become more familiar with feasting. Instead, he carefully slid his claw down the man’s chest and stomach, claw tearing and cutting open skin, but only the skin. The heart and lungs were a little tougher to truly expose, and Mongar had to pry the man’s ribcage apart to bring them to the surface. Careful as the giant demon was, the sacrifice was squirming, shrieking, and causing his abdomen muscles to rip instead of cut. But he was still alive, and gargling, foaming at the mouth, eyes bloodshot and tears flowing down his cheeks. Succulent, overwhelming fear, mixed with agonizing pain. Perfect.

“Tear out heart. Devour.” He gestured with open palm to the cut open sacrifice. “Quickly, before death.”

“I… I…” She shivered as she looked at the man, at his exposed organs, at the blood that was flowing out of him. Lungs, liver, kidneys, all were great choices, but the heart was truly special.

“Hurry.” Only Mongar’s knowledge of anatomy had kept the wounds from being fatal, but exsanguination would end him soon.

With a squeak, spurred by his words, the little demon crawled up onto the altar, got on her knees beside the fading man, and stared down into his eyes. Tears, terror, misery. Food. Hissing at him, she reached down into the man’s split open ribcage, and clutched his heart. The man twitched, screamed the dying rasps of destroyed vocal cords, and started to convulse. But, the convulsions came to a quick end, as Tilly ripped out his heart.

She brought the pulsing organ to her mouth, and sank her teeth into it, as she gazed down at the man. He died seconds later, but not before he managed to get a glimpse of the demon woman with the black eyes and white horns eating his heart, tearing a bit out of it, and causing his blood to gush down her beautiful, curvaceous.

Tilly groaned, pleasure and delight on her face as she closed her eyes, and devoured the heart with fervor, biting and biting and biting, chewing as fast as she could to fit it into her mouth. Once she had the whole of it jammed between her cheeks like a chipmunk, she looked back to Mongar, and beamed up at him. Her attempts to smile were only half successful with her cheeks stuffed, and more blood dripped down her lips as she chewed.

“So… good,” she said, mouth full, and letting her legs dangle off the altar at the knee. Mongar rumbled a chuckle, and waited for his new companion to finish. How quickly she took to eating the flesh of man surprised him, but the simple little creature was full of delightful surprises.

Once she swallowed it down, she looked down at her body, coated in a new layer of blood. One hand drifted down from her collar down to her breast, and her fingers began to trace through the blood, onto her nipple, and then down onto the undersides. This woman was acutely aware of what pleased her body, and seemed a slave to her sensitivity and sex drive. A feeling he knew all too well. And, when the beautiful woman let out a long moan, a new flood of blood poured into Mongar’s shaft until he could feel his pulse in its length.

Tilly looked beside herself, at the corpse of the naked man, and then back to him as she licked her lips. Despite what was proving to be a large sex drive from a very sexual woman, she still had a childish look in her eyes, a look of wonder, and surprise. And, as she slowly spread her legs, shins dangling from the altar, her mouth parted to release another moan, as one of her fingers found the swollen clitoris of her smooth slit.

“Can… can you um… come over here and let me… let me touch you? I didn’t get to much, when you were inside that bandit woman, and… I um… really want to.”

He rumbled deep, loud, and stepped over to stand before the small creature on the altar. Tall as he was, he pelvis was eight feet high, and he had to squat down a couple feet, so that his long cock dangled at chest level of the beautiful demon woman sitting on the altar. It took willpower, much of it, to not give into his baser desires, to not pin this curvy female down, and fuck her into oblivion until she was a blood smear in the dirt. No, he would not harm her, and as his body grew warmer, he found himself excited to see where her mind would lead them, instead of his own.

She stopped touching herself, reached out with both of her hands, and lifted up on the underside of cock. Too heavy, and slightly too malleable, to poke outright from him his pelvis, so it came out of him at a downward curve, until Tilly lifted it up in her palms to hold it before her.

“It’s… thicker… than my arm. And hot! And… and I can feel… your… heart beat.” Her breathing inched closer to quiet pants, and small trembles worked through her arms, into his shaft. “And it’s wet… just… like… me.”

More rumbles escaped him, and he breathed in deep the smell of blood, of death, and of Tilly’s arousal, her cunt wet and smooth lips glistening.

“Wet. For raping.”

“… you won’t be raping me.” She leaned in closer, and closer to the fat head of his cock she held in front of her, until it was directly in front of her lips. And, trembling, she set her lips onto the tip of its bulbous shape.

His rumbles were consistent now, soft, like a bass-filled purr, and he leaned forward to rest his hands upon the huge stone altar as he looked down at the tiny thing before him. Both of her hands began to slide up and down his length, still holding it from its underside and letting its weight fill her palms. Its wetness, meant for skewering the dry holes of victims and corpses, let her grip and fingers work his cock with ease, but its size prevented her from getting much into her mouth. His cock was indeed thicker than her arm, even at the bicep, and could not fit between her teeth and lips, despite her attempts.

But it felt intensely pleasurable none the less, having someone else squeeze, massage, and kiss his girth of their own free will, rather than him forcing it upon them.

“Can… can I… um… do some kinky stuff?” she said, and nodded toward the corpse.

He nodded, grin on his lips and in his eyes. What journey would she take him on?

Her claws found the corpse beside them, and ripped out some of the man’s flesh, indiscriminate parts of his insides close to his lungs. Shivering, smiling, she held his shaft up with one hand, while the other brought the blood-dripping flesh over it. Warm crimson flowed onto his cock, and up and down its length as Tilly made sure to coat every inch of it in the sacrifice’s life.

Once the length of it was red, she began to suckle upon it once more, tongue running around and around the swollen, bulbous glans of the tip, while her hands worked together to caress all of his length, massaging the blood into his skin. He could feel the pleasure building, the small tingles of bliss started to grow, despite the ultimately tiny amount of surface area she could cover with only her tiny hands and kissing lips.

Eventually, she let him go, and lay back upon the altar. She reached up with both hands, and made grabbing motions with them, like a child that wanted to be picked up. Except, in this case, he could tell she was asking for him to come to her.

He took his cock in his hand, lifted it, came a foot closer to the stone table, and got down on his knees. The soft grass greeted him, and lowered his pelvis height enough for his heavy slab of blood-coated demon cock to lay upon the girl’s body. As he inched in closer, Tilly inched closer to him as well, and raised her legs to set them upon his hips; he was far too thick for them to wrap around him, but she managed to get halfway.

Like this, his testicles rested between her thighs, the huge orbs nuzzling into the groove and basking in the soaked heat of her slit. As he adjusted himself, he set the base of his length above her snatch, so he could see how far twenty-four inches of demon cock would reach upon her. The tip of his cock reached her collar bone, an inch shy of her neck.

“Gods… I…” Still lying down, she pushed herself up onto her elbows, while his cock lay in the valley between her breasts, so that it rested up on an angle. The position let her use her hands, and push her breasts together, trapping much of his thickness in the softness of her bloodied bosom. She craned her head down as well, and began to lick and suckle at where his glans sat above her sternum.

Far, far more stimulus along his shaft, and he rumbled his pleasure at both the rising sparks of bliss running down his length, and at the glorious sight of Tilly managing to wrap much of his cock in her breasts. Her nipples stood out from the blood that dripped along her pale breasts, and the heat of her cunt grew, until Mongar could feel the hot juices of her slit dripping down his testicles.

There was only one way to make this more delightful. He reached out to the corpse beside them, ripped off the bandit’s nearest arm, and held it over where Tilly kept his cock captured between her breasts and along her belly. She squealed as another wave of blood fell upon his hardened cock, red flowing down into the valley of her body where she held him close. And as a new coating of blood soaked him, he tossed the arm into his mouth, and crunched down on it, devouring it in a loud display of his teeth.

He smiled down at his companion, and began to lightly fuck the surface of her body, her tiny waist, her soft skin, and the bed of softness created by her two breasts pushing against his length. Pleasure built far more quickly, and he offered small, quiet rumbles with each gentle thrust of his shaft along her blood-coated skin.

“You… you cum a lot, don’t you? I mean, I saw… what you did with that woman yesterday. Each time you came, it just… you came more… is that… normal? Do you always cum a bunch of times too?”

He nodded.

“Good! Good, please… cum… cum on me.” She leaned her head down to again kiss his glans, before tightening her grip on her breasts to try and squash his girth between them.

He began to thrust, gentle, but fast enough to build toward orgasm, boiling heat building up between his legs underneath his testicles. Each thrust was only a few inches in length, but enough to bathe his length in the caressing embrace of Tilly’s body. Enough to, within moments, have the heat of his cum flowing up through his cock.

He grew slower, and let another rumble free from his chest, as his cum began to flow out onto Tilly’s collar. It took two seconds before the volume was too much for the woman’s bosom to contain, and waves of white flowed out and over her body, down the inside and outside of her breasts, down her sides, up over her shoulders and down her arms, and down her belly to her legs. As more flowed out of him, thick and copious, it started to flow off of the altar between her legs, down her thighs and knees, until heavy drops of it fell off both the altar edge, and her toes.

Through it all, Tilly tried her best to stimulate him, continue to caress and massage him. As his thrusting slowed down, she leaned her head down again to plant more kisses upon his cock, catching a wave of it into her mouth. Blinking several times, she looked up at him, lines of white running down her lips and chin.

“You… taste… good. Not like a man’s, a human’s. You… you taste…” Again she craned her head down, set her lips onto the tip of the pointed, bulbous tip of his cock, and let the flowing liquid flow into her mouth. And she swallowed it, gulping down a wave, and then another, and another, like a human drinks water. He could feel her tongue sliding around and around the hole of his cock, caressing him, filling him with more heat and bliss, as his cum filled her belly. Eventually she stopped, perhaps full or overwhelmed, and his cum again flowed freely onto her neck, until the waves of it overflowed her breasts entirely, coating them and his cock in white.

When the waves stopped, he was left holding still, hands holding the altar, and body rumbling little purrs like a satisfied cat.

“Amazing,” he said, in Fiendish. “Beautiful…” One of his titanic hands let go of the altar, and reached down to run the smooth side of a claw along her side, her cheek, her arms, and along the sides of her heavy, soaked breasts. Such a delightful shape, and with how large they were, gravity forced them to squish and conform to her chest once she let them go; the fact their mountainous size caused them to flatten and pull to the side of her ribs only increased the sexual allure of their softness.

Tilly beamed up at him, happy, proud, and panting all the more, chest rising and falling with her breathing. And with how her body was covered in both his cum, and the sacrifice’s blood, covering her from neck to toe, it was more than enough to keep his cock hard as it sat along her stomach and chest.

“Please, I… I’ve been… I can’t get that bandit girl out of my mind. The things you did to her, I… please, fuck me like that?”

“… but, you—”

“I don’t mean kill me, but… if it hurts a little… that’s ok. I want… I want… this inside me, as much of it as you can fit.”

He rumbled louder, almost a roar, and leaned down to offer his new companion a lick along her cheek. Difficult, considering his head was as large as her whole torso, but he managed, and Tilly giggled. Giggled, and kissed him back, offering his long tongue a little suckle on its side, before her lips found the tip of his demon snout, and kissed him above a fang.

Truly, a wondrous woman, this new companion.

Still on his knees, he pulled his hips back, and wrapped his dripping cock in one hand. As he did, Tilly, mewling and trembling with excitement, let herself fall back so she lay flat upon the altar. Her curvy ass still remained on the table, legs falling off his hips since he backed up, and she reached down between her thighs to spread them. Not only them, her fingers pulled apart her dripping, hairless folds, until Mongar could see her clenching and unclenching insides, trickles of her juices joining the blood and cum running down her skin.

He set the tip of his cock against the tiny hole, while the other hand set itself behind Tilly’s head against the altar. She lifted it, and let her head and neck press against it, both so she could see what he was about to do, but also to prevent her from sliding, as he had done to sacrifices in the past. And with his friend no longer at risk of sliding away, he began to press his demon cock against her small, squeezing entrance.

“Oh… gods… I… nnnn.” Her mewls turned into loud, blatant moans, no thought given to whether her nearby village could hear her. Her fingers kept her spread as wide as she could manage, but it was hardly enough to fit a four-inch thick slab of meat, and thicker at certain places. But she was determined, and nudged her hips toward him as her soaked, boiling insides began to spread further, and further. Squeezing muscles caused his cock to mold to fit her, but only a little, as while his cock was a malleable thing, it was still a cock, mostly hard, pulsing with blood and need, and desperate to penetrate the begging woman before him.

The most difficult part was spreading her tight snatch to fit the base edge of the glans, where its bulbous shape was at its most thick, and sensitive. He could feel the tiny woman begin to tremble all the more, and her soaked cunt grow taut as he managed to sink in an inch, and then another inch of his cock’s head. But, she did not say stop, and he wasn’t sure he would have been able to if she had. He pushed in a little further, and a little further, each sliver of depth forcing Tilly to shiver and moan, until at last, the lips of her entrance slipped past the edge of his glans. With one of the thicker parts of his cock past her opening, he rumbled his bliss at the tightness of her pussy squeezing along the whole of his cock’s head.

No longer needing to spread herself, Tilly’s hands rose from her hips, and came to rest on her lower abdomen. Her new body’s waist was a tiny thing, and it hid nothing as it bulged around the thickness of his girth. One of her hands pressed down on the distension, her eyes wide as she tested how it felt to press against his cock through the wall of her abs. Her other hand, perhaps with a mind of its own, reached lower, and began to gently caress her clitoris, forcing her cunt to clamp down and squeeze on Mongar’s cock all the tighter.

“… deeper,” she said, voice fluttering, wavering, her breath quickening so her breasts rose and fell like a heart beat. “Feels… so good.”

If he wanted to, the angle would have allowed him to thrust his hips forward and bury every last inch of his cock into her. But that would not do, not for his new companion. He took his time, careful to not injure her, and yet, wholly compelled to bury as much of his cock into her pussy as possible. Another inch in and his fat glans pressed to her cervix, sparking a wince from Tilly. And a moan. He pressed on, stretching her hot, convulsing insides deeper, another inch, and then another. Each forced her flat stomach and tiny waist to distend blatantly, showing both the depth of his penetration, and the groove of where his glans met the rest of his length. Another inch, forcing nine inches of his length into the trembling insides of Tilly, all while she caressed herself. And while she came.

He stopped, and stared on, drinking in the sight of the beautiful half-demon beginning to quiver all the more. Her juices soaked over him, trickling down the length of him and down her legs as well, as her insides squeezed like a vise, random spasms each causing more of her juices to trickle.

She let go of her clitoris, and brought both her hands up to her neck, fingers in dainty fists as she pressed her elbows to her breasts, forearms to her chest. A fragile flower on her wedding night.

“D… deeper,” she said.

He rumbled yet again, enough so she could feel it through him and into her, enough so she whimpered, and offered him begging eyes. She did want deeper. He wanted to go deeper.

He continued to inch forward, and Tilly immediately began to tremble as his glans fought against her cervix. The subtle point of the tip of the pliable cock was a demon’s tool, to allow him to penetrate and rape small holes to delightful, gore-filled conclusions. But with Tilly, it was different. She wanted that extreme penetration, and to both survive it, but also, be pleasured by it.

The bulge along her abs began to slide higher, pushing past her navel as her cervix began to open. Tilly groaned, no doubt in pain, but her insides continued to squeeze on him, milk him, and soak him in juices as her fading orgasm renewed itself. His relentless cock put a constant pressure against her g-spot, but also the various, sensitive places around the cervix. Mongar often enjoyed forcing women to cum this way, pressing against those places near the womb, and to see Tilly begin to tremble, and hear her mewl, as bliss tore through her yet again, all while he slowly opened her cervix, was intoxicating. He pushed on, through her orgasm, through her cervix, and into her awaiting womb.

The upward curvature of the cervix and womb caused his cock to raise at a more upward angle, so the tip of it pointed more toward her upper abdomen. And as he continued to sink inch after inch into her, the bulge continued up, and up, reaching her sternum even as it stuck out more and more from her. Tilly managed to open her eyes to stare at the large distension, and moan all the more as he managed another inch, and then another, until the fat bulge managed to press up over the bones of her ribcage, and slightly onto her sternum.

Only then did he feel her womb grow taut enough that he feared she might tear. But it was plenty, and he let go of his cock to place the palm against the altar beside her, the other as well, no longer needing to hold her in place.

“Deeper than bandit woman,” he said. And it was true, as where the bandit woman from yesterday had managed only half of his length, Tilly had managed a couple inches more, despite her shorter stature.

“I’m glad! And… fucking… oh gods, I… it hurts, b-but… nng. I don’t know if it’s cause I’m different now, but… oh gods.” She propped herself up on one elbow, while her other arm reached down along her stomach. She felt him, pressed down on him, squeezed on parts of him through the walls of her abdomen and where he stretched her, and higher up her body. To feel someone touch his cock through the muscle and skin, was a first for him, and it was pleasant to say the least. But most of all, it was how the bulge nudged aside her heavy breasts, that set his body boiling.

He reached over for the corpse, and picked it up. His new companion had, of her own volition, added blood to their sexual encounter, and he was excited to add more. How would she react? How would this new person in his life respond if he devoured his meal over her? He rumbled his bliss, and sank his teeth into the corpse, hand clutching it by the legs, so he could tear it off into his mouth at the waist, its torso, head, and remaining arm now in his enormous mouth.

The corpse had leaked blood onto Tilly before he bit into it, but only a little. Tearing it in half unleashed a flood upon her, and the squealed as it rained onto her body, coating and splashing her breasts, her distended stomach, and soaking the furs of the altar. White and red poured off of her body together, onto the ten inches of his cock he could not fit into her, and off of his heavy testicles.

As he crunched down, teeth shattering the body, bones and all, some of the bits of organ and muscle leaked from between his chops, and onto Tilly’s awaiting body.

“Messy eater!” She said, gazing up at him, smile on her lips and eyes wide, fascinated by the scene. “You’re… oh… gods.” Blood ran down his body, the fur along his chest and abs extremely short, almost non-existent, so the blood ran freely into the grooves of his muscles, pectorals and abs, a painting of crimson and strength.

When some intestines splashed onto her body, she froze, stared, and eventually, broke into a giggle. Nowhere in her mind did she consider that a human male’s insides had fallen onto her. No, his new companion set them aside — no doubt she could smell that they were probably not tasty — and lay flat upon the altar.

“Please, fuck me… just a few inches, k? Try and… stay… inside my womb. It hurt opening it up, but… now it’s…” She closed her eyes, and let her hands drift over her. One found her breast, and began to massage her nipple, pinching it softly between finger and thumb before cupping the whole of her breast so blood and cum pooled and overflowed her claws. The other reached for her clitoris, buried in the two fluids, and she caressed it with slow, tender strokes.

As her muscles began to squeeze on him once more, he pulled his hips back enough to drag his girth several inches out of her. Her insides almost turned inside out, to the point he could see her pink flesh within struggling to let him leave her body those scant few inches, slivers of her pussy visible through the mess. But he did as she said, and with only four or five inches slid from her taut flesh, he eased himself back into her, still within her filled womb, and every bump and ridge on his demon cock rubbing against every bit of flesh within her skewered cunt.

She winced, made a few pained groans, and then, a few pleasured moans. Despite her pain, she was enjoying herself, and she continued touch herself, earning more mewls while he began to fuck her.

He had never fucked a half-demon before. He knew it had changed her insides, but he did not think it would have altered her to be more receptive of him, and his size. He stared at the glorious sight of his cock forcing her abdomen to bulge, all the way from her pubic bone up to her sternum, where the bulge went over it, and pushed up between her breasts. The girth of his phallus was more than enough to cause her already spreading breasts, pulled aside by gravity, to spread further, making room for him. And, as he found a gentle rhythm that allowed him to consistently ease in and out of her those four inches, her breasts began to lightly jiggle and bounce upon her.

She started to cum once more. Her breath pulled in with a gasp, before turning into long, drawn out moans as her legs squeezed on his giant waist. She let go of her breasts and clitoris, and instead, pressed down on him, on the bulge of her distended belly. Fingers pressed into him, causing her squeezing, gripping insides to squeeze tighter again, helped by the pressure she was applying. It caused the ridges and bumps of his length to rub against her insides all the more, hitting the places he knew humans loved, some only a couple inches within, others a few more. With her hands pressing down on herself, on his cock, she gushed her clear juices over the ten inches he could not fit into her.

And she came again. He could not stop fucking her, buried in bliss as her convulsing insides and her muscles’ random spasms bathed his length milking clenches. Once she managed to control herself again, the apex of her bliss passing between her waves of pleasure, she ran her hands up and down her body, up and down the distension along it caused by his shaft, and again sent herself into a fit of tremors as she came. Each wave through caused her to clench, to whimper, and to gush hot, flowing liquids onto him until it trickled off his testicles.

He picked her up.

“Ah! Mongar, what’re you… oh… gods.”

Just like with the warrior bandit, he wrapped his massive grip around her torso, and lifted her. His hand and palm were more than big enough for her to lay comfortably within it, her legs dangling off, and her arms now hugging around the fingers and thumb clutching her sides. And just like with yesterday’s sacrifice, he began to masturbate with her body, working her up and down his cock, each stroke pressing into her womb until it grew firm with how taut his depth forced it to become. And just like with yesterday’s sacrifice, Tilly’s legs slid off his hips, and dangled freely in the air beneath her, swaying with his gentle rhythm.

“Mongar, you… you can… I think you can pull out further. Just, b-be slow at first, ok? But… I think I can… handle it.”

He rumbled deep, long, fighting his desire to skewer this woman balls deep. And he could taste the fear in her too, that he just might lose control, and fuck her to death. It only encouraged the demon woman, and she mewled openly, invitingly, as she trembled upon him.

He eased her off of more of his length, swollen glans eventually slipping from her womb, and her cervix pushing it further away, until only seven or eight inches of his length remained within her. She groaned the entire time. The tip of his cock still pressed to her cervix, and he could still feel it partially opened, tiny hole spread upon the subtle tip of his cock’s head. And it opened again as he gently eased his fat girth into her womb. Just like with the yesterday’s sacrifice.

Tilly let herself go limp, head falling back over his palm to dangle, and her arms as well. With her torso held horizontal in his grip, her head, arms, tail, and legs all hung underneath her, swaying with the masturbation rhythm he was using. Perhaps she was pretending to be a drugged and exhausted victim, or perhaps she was pretending to be a corpse. But whatever was going through the adorable woman’s mind, it was forcing her insides to quiver as they squeezed with all their might, and another flowing wave of her clear juices poured onto his cock.

His own rising orgasm filled him with heat, an almost boiling heat as the pressure of his cum built between his legs, underneath his testicles. It gushed through his length, earning more deep rumbles of pleasure as he felt its thick, viscous warmth flood through his cock, and into the womb of the half-demon.

She continued to hang there, like a lifeless corpse, but her moans and tremors did not lie. As her massive breasts bounced up and down along her ribs, sending splashes of the earlier bouts of cum and blood about, her insides clamped down yet again. Spasms, small shivers that followed with a vise-like squeeze, her cunt gripped onto him as she squirted, while his own cum gushed into the awaiting, stretched bed of her womb. But he did not stop masturbating with her, and when he forced every inch he could back into her stretched cunt, his cum was forced to pour out of her and back onto him with almost projectile force. It splashed against his legs and abdomen, coating them in white as he filled the tiny woman with his seed, before the next yank of her body onto his length caused it to squirt out of her.

“… you are my sacrifice,” he said, voice deep, rumbling, filled with bass and vibrating the earth around them.

Her body clenched as she gasped, a wave of fear filling her as he leaned over her, buried her in his shadow, and rumbled his hunger. But still she did not move, still dangling, still limp, and once her gasp was over, her clenches renewed all the more as she came upon him yet again. His strokes grew rougher as well, no longer gently masturbating with her, but fucking her properly, each stroke working his glans in and out of her womb with no mercy. Her breasts and limbs all jiggled and swayed with the increased pace, and bits of cum and blood rained down on the grass beneath them. With each stroke, her breasts nudged inward as well, pressing against the distension along her body, and making Mongar let out a couple drops of drool at the sight and feel of them gently hitting against the sides of his cock through the bulge.

More of his fluid began to pour into her, orgasm renewed and gushing the hot liquid up through his length. A flex of his cock caused it to stir within her, pull up on her slightly, and make her body tremble and limbs sway. The copious amount of thick, heavy cum managed to stretch her womb for a split moment before the pressure of it forced it out, sending it back down his length to squirt out of her with force.

And as his orgasm continued, he walked over to a nearby tree, and sat down against it, legs spread so Tilly’s legs dangled between his thighs. He held her more upright, and used the index finger of the hand holding her to nudge her head back upright. The poor woman was drooling too, and several drops of it fell onto the bulge of his cock between her breasts. He stopped masturbating, content to enjoy his final orgasm of the night with a far more gentle pace, gently easing her up and down a single inch while her tremors and juices served as plenty to milk him. His cum fell from her like a waterfall, running down her thighs until it was flowing off of her toes in solid streams.

“… t-tender,” she said as she raised her arms, and set them onto his finger and thumb wrapped around her torso. “I’m… I’m going to be… so sore.”

“Are you injured?”

“I’m fine! R-Really, I… this new body is… oh gods.” She stared down at the bulge of his cock, and how it had managed to sink another inch deeper into her during his fun. “It hurts, but… but it’s not nearly as bad as I thought. This new body, it… it feels so… so good, having you this deep. Having so much cum… filling me.”

He smiled. Were all demon corrupted capable of such depth of penetration without injury? And would they all orgasm as easily as this little vixen? He had no idea. Rumbling sweet bliss, he gently lifted the beautiful creature, cock first sliding out of her womb and pushed out by her squeezing cervix, before her trembling muscles continued pushing it out and along her depths. The two of them watched the bulge move along her belly, the tightness of her muscles clearly showing the ridge of his cock’s tip. And once it fell from her, growing softer and shrinking with satisfaction, more cum poured out of her, including a few little squirts of her own.

He set the blood and cum covered woman on his leg, close enough so she could lean against his waist, her legs dangling between his thighs. She almost fell, but he kept his hand behind her, and she snuggled into it as she panted with exhaustion.

“I… I’ve been your friend for… two nights now, and I’ve… cum so much, so hard… soaked you so many times.”

“And more soon.”

She giggled, and drew invisible designs into his abs with a claw. “One more sacrifice left, a woman. Can… can we try some things with her tomorrow night? I want to… to um… try kinky things with her… as you kill her.”

What sort of beat had he awoken in this woman? He rumbled with anticipation.