There was only one sacrifice left. Bandits and raiders were usually mostly men, with one or two women. The last raid was no exception, and Mongar’loth had enjoyed devouring them, one man a night. He liked to save the women for last, and maybe a man to separate them as a palate cleanser. Tilly had first spoken to him when he was about to enjoy the first of the two females. The second night, she had joined him to deal with the last male, her first night as demon corrupted. One bandit left, a woman, and Tilly and Mongar were both quite excited to feast.

They’d both seen her, during the raid. She was what the villagers called ‘young and stupid’, a new adult who was quick to throw their life away the moment someone convinced them of an easy way to earn money. So tonight their victim was young, eighteen years of age, and the two demons could taste the fear coming from her before she even came into view.

Delectable. Presented naked and prepared, as his female sacrifices always were, the doomed woman stumbled forward as the villagers shoved her. No words for the victim, no insults or offers of mercy beyond the veil. She was a bandit, someone who had attempted to kill them — with bow and arrow no less — and now, she was simply food for their protector. The idiot girl fell to her knees, and with her hands tied behind her, she landed onto her shoulder, and cursed between whimpers into the grass.

“Come here girl, let’s get a look at you.” Tilly, naked as Mongar, walked over to the sacrifice, large hips and ass swaying with her movements, more than usual. She scooped the girl up by the shoulders like a feather, and set her standing.

This sacrifice was short, unlike the last female. Her height matched Tilly’s, and her skin was pale, many freckles on her face and arms, shoulders, wherever the sun shined, while other places were paler yet, with far less freckles. She was fairly lean, with a bit of muscle to her, small breasts, and her pink nipples stood from her pale skin as the drug coursed through her veins. Her hair reached the shoulder, red and wavy, and her blue eyes were already wet with tears.

“I… I don’t want to die…”

“Well then you should have thought about that before you tried to kill other people.”

“I didn’t try—”

“No lies. I saw you, and so did Mongar’loth. Lie again, and we’ll break your limbs before we move onto the main event.”

The sacrifice sobbed. Mongar raised a brow as he looked down at his little companion. Such ruthlessness from so normally a tender creature. Delightful. Perhaps she was going to act like a succubus would, tonight?

“Now, how shall we fuck you to death?”

“… f-fuck me?”

“Oh yes. You’ll die with Mongar’s cock skewering your insides, fucking you, and filling you with his cum. You’ll die cumming too. You’ll die a whore, young lady, as you deserve.”

Sobs turned into outright crying, and the tiny woman fell to her knees as the tears started to drip from her cheeks.

The fear was real, even if her innocence was an act. The girl truly did not want to die, was terrified of the concept, and yet had been more than willing to fire arrows at innocent villagers in hopes of killing them and taking their possessions. Young and stupid.

“… I tell you what,” Tilly said. “Play a game with me. If you win, we won’t kill you.”

The girl raised her head, and peeked up at the two demons with her soaking wet eyes from between strands of red hair. “… you will?”

“Mmhmm. Mongar will fuck each of us. Whoever can take him deeper, wins. I’ll even go first, and I’ll make sure he’s gentler with you than me.”

The girl’s jaw dropped. “I… I… I’m a virgin! You… p-please, anything but that?”

“Take it or leave it.” Tilly’s tail began to swish from side to side at the mention of virgin. The demon had become quite excited at the sound of the word, and Mongar could smell her body begin to heat.

Between her sobs, the redheaded little bandit looked down, and nodded.

“That ok with you Mongar?” Tilly said, grinning up at him. It was a rigged game, she knew it, he knew it, and the results were bound to be pleasant and blood-ridden.

He nodded.

The half-demon giggled, and put the sacrifice back onto the grass, before she climbed on top of her, and knelt over and around her. Her tail slithered about, like a flowing snake, raised higher so Mongar could see her butt and drooling cunt. With her knees out to the side, the smooth flesh was fully visible, and he licked his fangs as he got down onto his knees, and then let his weight fall forward over the two of them. The sacrifice squealed as his hand crashed into the grass a few feet over her head, and stared up at him, his colossal mass and size. He covered the two of them in shadow, kneeling over them, and he rumbled his pleasure at the sight of the two of them beneath his belly.

With one hand putting his weight into his palm against the grass, the rest of his weight on his knees, his other hand was free to reach down for his cock, and set the wet, fat, hot girth against his friend’s dripping slit.

“N-No… Mongar… other hole.”

“What!?” The sacrifice squirmed, whimpers mixed with panting efforts as she tried to wriggle free. No luck, she wasn’t going anywhere with Tilly pinning her down.

“I feel like… trying something new today. It’ll be a unique experience for the both of us.” Tilly lowered herself down further until her heavy, swollen breasts grazed back and forth along the sacrifice’s smaller breasts with her nervous trembling. Better still, she wagged her tail like an excited dog.

If Tilly wanted anal sex, he was more than happy to give it. It was preferred, even. And he rumbled bliss as he set the fat, dripping glans of his cock against his new friend’s tiny asshole, and begin to push it into her.

Immediately, Tilly began to shiver, and little whimpers came out of her, as her small hole began to stretch. She had such a lovely body, the wide hips and tiny waist accenting the size of her large, round buttocks. Even more delightful, was how he could smell her arousal grow by leaps and bounds, as he managed another inch, and another, into the clenching, tight ring of muscle.

His friend began to pant, moaning openly, and looked up at him over her shoulder as she braced her weight against the grass around the sacrifice. Her long, snake-like tail slithered around his cock, wrapping around it several times, and tugged on it, trying to make it penetrate her deeper. Mongar refused. It was far too much fun, slowly penetrating her while the sacrifice stared on, tears running down her cheeks, and now her temples as she was lying down. Much of the little redhead’s time was spent staring up at the valley of muscle burying her in shadow, but soon, her eyes drifted down to the demon woman over her.

Tilly gently rocked herself back and forth, and at the same time, lowered her weight onto her elbows. Her ass now pointed up into the air, and her breasts pressed to the sacrifice’s chest, sliding up and down the doomed girl’s own breasts as Tilly rocked her body. His new friend was no stranger to anal sex, he could tell, and she both relaxed her sphincter to let him in deeper, and then squeezed on it as she moved backward to slip a few inches of his girth out of her.

“He’s… he’s got all these big bumps and ridges on his cock,” Tilly said, eyes lowering to the dumbstruck redhead. “And it’s warm, almost hot to the touch. Wet. Slides right in, and… and I can feel it… filling me. All those spots, deep inside, hard to hit sometimes. You need… to find the right angles to hit them. Or… use a really, really big cock.” As his cock sank in deeper, and deeper, a foot of his girth stretching her guts taut and distending her stomach, Tilly shivered, and nudged her nose with the sacrifice’s. “You’re going to cum so much when he’s in you. I’ll make sure of it.”

“But… but I’ve… I never—

“Virgin, I know. But you have that look.” The curvy demoness chuckled, and again moaned as he slipped in a couple more inches. “I know that look. I had that look when I was your age. Never had a man touch me, but I touched myself every chance I could get. Horny all the time but too shy to ask someone.”

“… p-please, you—” The redhead gasped, and went silent, eyes wide and staring up at Mongar, as Tilly started to kiss her neck.

Fear was a potent drug. It heightened sensitivity, forced the body to be acutely aware of everything happening to it. Combined with the potion he’d instructed the villagers to give her — such a delightful recipe from his old succubus friend — Tilly’s kiss upon her neck, and her heavy, enormous breasts rubbing against her, were more than enough to overwhelm the young woman. The redhead began to blush, to the point her face looked ready to explode, all as she stared past the side of Tilly’s head, and up at Mongar.

The sacrifice was growing more aroused by the second. He could smell it, and Tilly’s arousal as well. Whatever gods he had earned the favor of to receive such gifts, he would be sure to do so again.

His cock went deeper, and deeper, into Tilly’s clenching and squeezing ass. Her depths greeted him in delicious, tight softness, her insides hot and her trembling filling every inch of his length with pleasure sparks. Soon, he was entering her torso, and her ribcage greeted him with increased tightness as his fat, swollen glans started to enter its compact embrace. The half-demon diaphragm pressed on his cock, giving him resistance through the wall of her intestine encasing his length. And yet, the resistance was angled, allowing his cock to slip in a little deeper, and a little deeper, his length riding along the inside of her torso toward her sternum, but still within her ribcage.

Her insides were different than a human’s now. That made sense, now that he considered it. Demons did not defaecate, they absorbed their meals fully and quickly, and that apparently applied to Tilly. But he’d never had sex with a demon corrupted anymore, and had not anticipated that, as he got deeper, and deeper into her small, curvy body, it would accommodate him.

And accommodate him it did. Deeper, and deeper, his cock continued to inch its way into the increasingly tight confines of her guts, of her torso, of the sacred space inside her ribcage. He was past the point where his last sacrifice had torn, and still he found he could inch his way deeper into her, her diaphragm both stretching and angled to allow his girth to reach within. He could feel her heart beat through the walls of flesh. He could feel her lungs, panting faster and faster as she ran out of space to breathe. He could feel her cunt’s juices, boiling and dripping, as his testicles started to press against her inner thighs. Closer, and closer.

Her ass, large, soft, with firm muscle underneath, molded to his pelvis as he forced in the last inch of his cock into her tight, trembling insides. Never in his life had he managed to fuck a woman with every inch of his cock, and not tear her insides. Never in his life had he felt a woman moan and shiver in pure bliss, with his cock fighting for room next to her heart. She pushed herself toward him as well, arching her back and making his cock bend lightly to march the curve of her spine, as she trembled on his length.

He rumbled, deep, powerful, long, purrs that filled him and vibrated through his length. Tilly tried to match his noises, but hers were meek, quiet, subdued as her attempts to breathe were limited. Something about her insides allowed for her intestines to fit the shape of his length better, to fit his cock better, so he could reach into her torso and let it caress against her organs through the sleeve of her guts and the wall of her diaphragm. He expected at least a shudder or groan of pain, but all he found were shudders and groans of pleasure, as Tilly started to gently fuck him in return, inching back and forth a few inches on his cock as he rumbled.

“I… got… every… bit of him,” she said to the victim beneath her.

“No… I-I won’t be able to do that!”

“Sure you will,” she lied, “if you… relax, and… enjoy… yourself.” The half-demon lowered her chest onto the sacrifice’s body, and began to kiss her.

The redhead stared up at her, and Mongar, in total shock, beautiful eyes wide, as Tilly nibbled and played with her lips. More than that, she adjusted their legs, putting one of the redhead’s between her own, one of hers between the redhead’s, so that they could nudge against each other’s clitoris’s with their thighs. The redhead made some more panicked groans, but could do little to stop the half-demon from kissing her, or rubbing their bodies together so Mongar could feel the sacrifice’s body press against the bulge along Tilly’s belly. With them this close together, Tilly’s soaking thighs coated the redhead’s in her juices, and Mongar felt it all, his testicles rubbing against their smooth, silky, dripping hot skin.

Tilly’s squeaky little voice started to come out, unable to take a deep breath, and turning into a mess of gentle pants, as she came. So soon, so quickly, his companion gushed over his testicles, coating her thighs and the sacrifice’s thighs in her clear juices. He gave her a moment to enjoy her bliss, before he slowly eased out a foot of his cock, and gently eased it back into her, the bumps and grooves of it rubbing against her depths. His girth was five inches thick at the base, and her spread, lightly jiggling buttocks managed to take it all. The bumps and ridges were the largest at the base as well, six inches of the base covered in them, so that each gently stroke he made of Tilly to ease her balls deep caused his cock’s thickest girth to rub its most defined bumps against the walls of her rectum, against her pussy, and against her womb.

She erupted again, gushing fluid onto him, onto the sacrifice, and earning mewls of bliss from her as she forced her lips onto the paralyzed sacrifice. As she trembled in orgasm, Tilly mounted the redhead, putting her knees underneath the sacrifice’s as well. She spread her knees as she leaned forward and over the sacrifice, keeping their bodies together so each motion caused the redhead’s body to rub against the cock bulging along her belly. And once Tilly managed to get her pelvis aligned over top the redheads, so she could rub her clitoris into the victim’s mons, Mongar’s testicles were free to bury both of their cunts in their size. He could feel Tilly’s slit, almost scalding hot, and squirting little streams of her cum as her orgasm overwhelmed her. And better yet, he could feel the teeny, tiny little slit of the sacrifice, and how hot it was as well.

The heat of Tilly’s divine insides was too much. Gushing warmth flooded upward from between his legs, pouring up through the softer underside of his cock. He kept the consistency steady, a delightful fucking rhythm with his friend, sliding her back and forth along those bottom six inches of his length, and rubbing his glans against her stretched guts inside her torso. How she was enjoying it so much, he did not know, and he wasn’t about to open her up to find out. No, it was far too amazing to feel her fuck him back, to feel her writhe and squirm on his cock, and to feel her clench her sphincters around the base of his shaft.

His seed poured into her, rushing fast, and bathing his cock in the heat of it. But, her gripping sphincter around the wet length was too tight for much of the cum to escape, trapping it, causing it to flow through her. With a human, it would have had many many feet of intestine to work through, causing the belly to swell. With Tilly, and her new, tiny waist, it felt different. And instead of fighting to work through her guts, it flowed around his cock before immediately flowing out of her mouth.

The redhead started to panic once again. “W-What!? Oh my god, what… you… he’s—” Her voice ceased to be, as Tilly began to kiss her, lips locking with hers, as Mongar’s cum flowed through and out of her.

There was something strange about Tilly’s new body, or perhaps all half-demons were like that. But, he could not care less at the moment, mind locked onto the sight of the sacrifice’s wide, terrified, crying eyes, as her mouth overflowed with his cum. Tilly was rubbing against her, shifting herself back and forth a few inches while Mongar met her rhythm with his own, insuring six inches of his cock eased out of her, before skewering her guts balls deep. His seed squirted from her nostrils, gushing down over the sacrifice’s cheeks as Tilly continued to kiss her, joining the redhead’s tears. His friend slipped in some groans of bliss between her shaking trembles, and again coated his heaving, hanging testicles where they lightly nudged against both women’s smooth slits. The redhead tried to turn her head and get way, but Tilly’s easily forced the girl’s chin into place with her grip, and bathed her mouth with his cum as it flowed out from between her lips. Bodies rubbing, squashing his cock inside his friend’s insides, the two women squirmed and wriggled as Tilly came again, and again, each orgasm causing her beautiful little cunt to squirt onto his testicles, all while the cum he filled her with flowed out of her mouth, her nostrils, until it was flowing down the sacrifice’s body, down her stomach, and down between her thighs. Warm, thick, it joined the mess of Tilly’s juices, soaking Mongar’s testicles, a river of sex.

But eventually he stopped cumming, and stopped moving his body as well. As Tilly began to slow her own thrusting, he gently eased himself out of her. Unlike with humans, only little of his cum leaked from her ass, only tiny rivers of it; most of his cum had moved straight through her, and onto the sacrifice beneath them. Once he was free of her, he set his dripping cock along her body, and admired how Tilly’s curvy little form provided a bed for his cock, its tip nearly reaching her neck.

She turned her head to look up at him, and beamed a smile, with lines of cum still leaking down her lip from her nose, and heavy drops of the white fluid still trickling out from between her lips.

“We… need to do that… all the time!” she said. “L-Later though. Now, for her.”

“Wait, please… you don’t have to—” The redhead squeaked as Tilly rolled them both over. Once the half-demon was on her back, she turned the sacrifice over again, so that the redhead lay upon her back on Tilly’s cum-soaked belly, her head between Tilly’s breasts, and Tilly sitting on her butt. The sacrifice tried to squirm free, but with her arms tied behind her, she was helpless to do anything. Attempts to close her legs also proved fruitless, as Tilly got her foot hook in between hers, and kept them spread.

And as the beautiful demon beneath the sacrifice chuckle, she slithered her tail up onto the redhead’s hip, and then her budding clitoris. Mongar could smell the sacrifice was already approaching orgasm, Tilly’s rubbing of their bodies, of her thigh between her legs earlier, all of it forcing the doomed woman toward unwanted pleasure. Delicious.

He took his cum-soaked cock into one hand, and once he adjusted his knees to realign it with the sacrifice, he placed it upon her, along the valley of her thin body, from her collar bone, down her sternum, her flat belly, and over her smooth moons so his testicles nestled against her hot slit. There was no chance the sacrifice would survive, and he rumbled a long, happy purr, as he admired the sight of his cock resting on her shivering, wet, dripping body.

“No! I… I can’t! This is… you…” She stared down at the four-inch thickness that lay upon her, five inches in various places, and her jaw dropped as a thick glob of his cum leaked out of him onto her collar bone.

He slid the cock down her, enjoying each tremble she gave, and how he could feel Tilly’s tail nudge the girl’s swollen clit as he ran his length along it. And with a hungry rumble, he set the head of his massive cock against her spread buttocks, and nudged it in to press against her asshole.

“P-Please… don’t! I won’t be… won’t be able to… to do what you did.” She tried to twist away, but Tilly was much stronger than the small bandit, and kept her trapped, legs spread, head between Tilly’s breasts and back to her stomach.

“Probably not, but you can try.”

“I’ll die!”

“Hold very still, relax, rest against me, and you might just survive.” Tilly’s hands slid down onto the bandit’s breasts, and her claws teased around them in circles. The terrified little girl reeked of arousal, and Tilly’s tail teasing her clitoris kept her on the precipice of orgasm. Perfect for Mongar to enjoy.

He eased his hips forward a couple inches, and the sacrifice squealed panic as his glans started to spread her ass. Her hairless, tight little slit looked delectable, but after feeling Tilly’s guts around his cock, he was anxious to feel this girl’s as well. He pressed in further, rumbling deep and loud, more than enough for the redhead to feel the vibrations through his cock into her body. Her sobs returned, growing into full on weeping once again, as he continued to gently spread her ass apart. Her clenching muscles massaged and bathed his cum-soaked glans in bliss, and despite the extreme tightness, he continued to sink into her.

“No no no no,” she said between waves of tears. “No no-nnng!”

At last, the head of his cock fit into her rectum. Her sphincter clamped around the thinner part of his shaft, past the edge of his glans; still thick at four inches thick, but thinner than the glans’s base edge, so it would not fall out of her or be pushed out of her. A butt plug. He rumbled bliss as he looked down, and admired the sight of the small bandit’s belly swelling, showing where his cock skewered her through her small waist.

Tilly moaned at the sight as well, and spread her hands over the girl’s breasts to begin massaging them more earnestly. Her tail continued to play with the girl’s clitoris, gently caressing the swollen nub, but not providing the stimulus needed for orgasm. Close, but not quite.

It was when Mongar started to gently fuck the girl’s ass a few inches, easing his glans back and forth inside her rectum, that the redhead started to panic for a different reason.

“Going to cum, aren’t you?” Tilly said, grinning down at the girl between her breasts. “Virginity gone, your first time is anal sex with a demon. And that demon is going to make you cum, with a cock in your ass.”

“N-No! It’s… you’re… you’re touching my…”

Tilly smirked, lifted her hands, and removed her tail from the redhead’s body. “I’ll watch then, and won’t touch. But if you cum without me touching you, I’m going to make you cum a dozen times more.”

The poor, idiot little sacrifice. She continued to weep, tears flowing down her cheeks, and moans slipping through her sobs as Mongar gently eased his shaft back and forth. The distension moved up and down, like a gentle tide, and each wave earned a little mewl, or whimper, or squeak from the doomed girl. Her nipples looked as hard as glass, poking up through the mess of white, and her clitoris stood upright with need. He slipped in a little deeper, enough for the bulge to nearly touch her navel. And there he stayed, sliding back and forth only a single inch, and insuring the thickness of his fat, heavy cock’s head massaged her womb and g-spot through the walls of her insides. He had made many sacrifices cum this way, and he knew the rhythm to force them to slowly but surely succumb to the rising pleasure of gentle, tender anal sex with a thick, hot cock.

She turned her head, and began to quiver, as the orgasm tore through her. Mongar rumbled deep his pleasure, and continued to gently fuck the trembling leaf as she came on him, squeezed and gripped him with her sphincter, and soon, squirted. She was no Tilly, and instead of a copious gush of girl cum, it was a tiny splash of her clear juices that managed only a single inch of distance from her snatch before landing on his cock. But they were consistent, again and again squirting from her quivering, clenching slit, as he continued to tenderly fuck the depths of her ass.

“Quite the little whore, aren’t you?” Tilly set her hands onto the sacrifice’s chest again, claws roaming around and caressing various parts of her, the nipples, the neck, the underside of her small breasts, all of it, as she grinned with joy. “Squirting on his cock too. Must feel good.”

“St… st… op…” she said. Mongar did no such thing. He pushed his hips in further, slowly but without break, and gently eased in an inch, and then another, and then another. “Please! Too deep! It’s… p-please, it’s… inside… my…” Everyone looked down to watch how her belly distended to show his cock pushing past her navel, and deeper, and deeper. Her colon fought against him, but was helpless to stop his penetration, and it began to wrap his length as he pushed deeper into her, becoming a sleeve of delightful, massaging flesh.

Tilly slid her tail back toward the redhead’s slit, and slipped it into the soaked, drooling, tiny hole of the sacrifice.

“Ah! W-Wait! Don’t!”

“But I need practice,” Tilly said, giggling. “I’ve never done this with my tail before, and I know I’m definitely going to try on myself later. So you’ll make a good first try.”

“N… no… n-no… nng!” The sacrifice squirmed, both as Mongar slipped in a little deeper, and as Tilly began to force in many more inches of her tail into the bandit’s cunt. Hot juices flowed down onto Mongar’s cock, and he looked down at the sacrifice to admire how Tilly’s tail was causing its own distension along the girl’s lower abdomen. She’d filled the redhead to capacity in only seconds, and started to wriggle her tail around randomly.

The poor fool came in moments. Little trickles of her cum flowed out of her, catching onto Tilly’s tail before dripping down onto his length. And as he slipped in another inch of his shaft, his soaked cocked eased in more of the mess of hot fluids into the girl’s ass, soaking her sphincter and ass both. It only got worse as Mongar began to gently fuck the sacrifice again, easing in and out a few inches, the bumps and ridges of his cock massaging the girl’s pussy and womb through the wall of her ass, as much as Tilly was massaging it more directly.

The idiot girl came again. And again. And again. Between the sobs and tears, her voice broke out into moans, and she eventually raised her head to look up at Mongar as she soaked his cock in her juices. Her mind, clouded with arousal, with bliss, nudged her hips forward to greet him and the tail skewering her cunt. Her arms still bound behind her, her legs trembled and fought against Tilly’s, but were unable to escape, helplessly spread as she gushed a little harder onto the tail filling her.

Orgasm sent hot bliss through Mongar’s body, spreading out from underneath his cock and testicles, until it reached his legs, his core, and most pleasurably, the length of his cock. A flex of his inner muscles caused a wave of cum to flow into the girl’s intestines, and then another, each thick, each gushing, each pouring buckets of fluid into her, and each causing Mongar to rumble.

“Stop! Oh no… please, stop! I… nnng!” Her belly swelled more, and more, but despite the obviousness of her situation, neither Mongar or Tilly stopped fucking her. Mongar inched himself back and forth a few inches, slipping a bit deeper into her, sixteen inches of his two-foot length fighting for room against her guts, and nudging up against her diaphragm. “C-Can’t breathe! Nnng!” She turned her head from side to side, as if she could will her reality away. She couldn’t. Cum poured into her until she looked ready to give birth, and through it all, Tilly continued to fuck her dripping wet slit with her tail, until Mongar felt the panicking girl clamp down as she came yet again.

And then his cum started to escape. The redhead’s beautiful eyes opened wide as the heavy waves of white started to flow out of her mouth. The first gush came up slow, thick, oozing down her chin and neck. The second, and third, and eighth came far faster, splashing over her body, her breasts and inflated belly, as he slipped another inch of his cock into her intestines. Soon, her nostrils erupted with the liquid, squirting it forward as two streams of white that splashed against her belly, and Tilly’s hands. She was still cumming, and as his cum flowed down and around her swollen stomach, he could feel her boiling juices drip down between her thighs to soak his cock where it skewered her ass.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Tilly said, her own voice wavering, mewling. “But… you deserve something more.” Grinning an evil grin, Tilly covered the girl’s mouth with one of her hands.

The force of his cum pouring out of the girl’s nose doubled, as his demon companion managed to slow what escaped the sacrifice’s mouth. The redhead tried to scream, staring up at Tilly with massive, begging, horrified eyes, but the unending waves of cum stopped any such nonsense.

Her attempts to scream continued, as his cum began to flow out of her eyes.

The idiot girl was going to asphyxiate if she didn’t stop trying to scream; perhaps she could fit in a breath between waves of his cum. But no, she continued to wriggle, squirm, and writhe, as the host of deplorable and salacious acts overwhelmed her. The moment her body began to relax, to not squeeze and clench with orgasmic bliss, Tilly renewed her squirming tail, and sent the girl into convulsing fits again. His cum was a river, and it poured through her and out of her orifices, with little managing to escape the tight clamp of her ass. And even though Tilly lowered her hand from the girl’s mouth, to again stroke the girl’s nipples underneath the sea of white, Mongar’s white cum continued to pour out of the girl’s tear ducts. The girl tried to blink it away, but each time his cum continued to ooze from her eyes, coating her eyelashes in white before trickling down her cheeks onto her neck.

She went limp, energy gone. Still alive, and still awake, but beginning to suffocate. Tilly eased up on her tail, and Mongar ceased forcing his cock into her guts anymore than it already was, as his orgasm began to fade. But for the moment, more cum flowed into the twitching sacrifice, and the fluid trickled out of her nostrils and mouth, no longer shooting from her, but oozing out of her nonetheless. With her head rolled to the side, eyes staring blankly and only half open, his cum trickled down her nose bridge and the side of her cheek, leaking from her eyes unendingly.

But, soon it stopped, and the girl managed to sneak in a tiny breath.

Mongar looked down at his cock. He’d managed seventeen inches of his length into the girl. An inch less than the bandit woman two from two nights ago. If he went any deeper, the girl was going to start tearing, and once he nodded to Tilly, he could tell she knew as well.

“… I’ll make you a deal,” Tilly said to redhead resting between her breasts. “Don’t cum for thirty seconds, and Mongar won’t go any deeper. But if you cum, he goes all the way. Is that ok with you, Mongar?”

The titan nodded. Tilly was behaving differently than the two nights before. Instead of a shy woman, she was acting more like a mother scolding and punishing a child. Maybe she had many personality traits that would come out with different sacrifices. Interesting, intriguing, and exciting.

The redhead managed to look back up at Tilly, her tears washing away some of the white that coated her eyes. “B… but…” she said between globs of cum falling from her mouth. “If… if he goes deeper…”

“You’ll die.” Tilly smirked at the girl, and began wiggling her tail. “One.”

“N-No! Wait! Stop!”

“Two.” More wiggles. Mongar could feel them all, feel the tail coil and turn around inside the sacrifice’s little snatch, probing and pressing against every inch of it.

And as she did, Mongar began to fuck the sacrifice. Gently for now, enjoying this game, enjoying the build up, enjoying the juxtaposition of pleasure and terror.

“Stop! I can’t! … please, please stop! No… no no no.” The redhead did her best, body clamping down and doing all it could to hold back the pleasure. Mongar and Tilly, adults, experienced with sex, knew all too well that only encouraged the pleasure to build to a more powerful climax. And the redhead was learning that too, all too late.

“Nine. Ten.” Tilly’s tail reached deep, pressing against the girl’s deep spots, while also forcing in much of its length, bending and coiling on itself to force in two feet into at most a six-inch depth.

“Stop! Don’t!”

“Fourteen. Getting close, you might live. We’ll let you walk away, no questions.”

“Please stop!” The girl’s panic raised higher, her shifting and struggling body causing her bloated belly to jiggle. But she was trapped, and all her fighting did was cause her muscles to clamp down all the harder on the two demons raping her.

Tilly had a talent for this Mongar did not expect. Never once had Mongar tried this approach; he couldn’t speak English, so that had prevented the option in either case. Still, the waves of fear pouring out of the girl on his cock were unparalleled. If she orgasmed, climaxed, experienced great bliss, it would be the death of her. And as she came closer to thirty seconds, the closer she came to bliss, to the point she started wriggling her hips in the direction of the two phalluses penetrating her.

“Twenty. If you cum though, Mongar is going to shove you so deep on his cock, he’ll skewer you. You’ll die, and then we’re going to fuck your beautiful little corpse.”

“No… no…” Harder, faster Tilly went. Mongar kept his pace slow and gentle, though certainly pleasant, for both he and the hopelessly skewered, cum-filled sacrifice. Tilly, on the other hand, fucked the redhead with a good, hard, proper fucking rhythm, the sort a man and woman in the throws of passion might enjoy.

“Twenty-five… twenty-six… oh!”

And just like that, the redhead clamped down with all her might, and started to writhe. She couldn’t writhe much, not trapped as she was, exhausted and filled as she was, but she managed to quiver and shake, and force out a strong gush of juices against Tilly’s tail. The half-demon removed her tail, and again the redhead squirted, hard, enough for her juices to reach the end of Mongar’s cock. And as the titanic demon over her gently fucked almost one and a half feet of her depths, she squirted again, a smaller gush that landed halfway down his dripping cock. He didn’t stop, earning more squirts from her quivering flesh, and more, and more, as each thick ridge and groove to his cock rubbed against her cunt and womb through her rectum. Squirting all the more, the sacrifice moaned openly, and gushed hard, a powerful blast of her clear cum hitting his abdomen before slowing and trickling down her engorged vulva.

Her most powerful orgasm would be her last.

“… p-please… wait… wa-aaaargh!” Her screams echoed off the trees, and faded into the night, as Mongar gently eased in more of his cock into her depths.

There was no more stretching her intestines, her diaphragm, or her sphincter. All of it was brought to the edge of tautness, and forced to tear, as he softly, almost tenderly, sank an inch, and then another inch, and another, into her body. Her large intestine split around his cock, letting his shaft enter her body freely, and where his cock’s head was already pressing against her diaphragm tore as well. He pushed through the muscle, the girl’s panic and pain causing it to caress and massage his swollen, sensitive cock head as it inched its way between her organs. The sweet, delicious bed of hot flesh, moving and thumping and beating, was utter heaven on his glans, and he rumbled pleasure loud and hard enough to cause both women beneath him to vibrate with his voice.

His glans forced itself between the girl’s lungs, and her heart. It had already begun to move them apart, and another two inches created a resting bed for his cock, a sweet, tight groove between the two organs, where they could caress and massage his long, thick glans where it sat, almost reaching her collar bone.

The thickest part of his cock, the base, the rim of its sheath, was too much for her sphincter, and that muscle tore as well, its inner wall rupturing, and flooding blood over Mongar’s testicles.

“H… how does that feel… Mongar?” Tilly said. As she held the convulsing sacrifice in her arms and legs, she looked up at Mongar with wide eyes, wonder and excitement written into them like stars in the black sky.

“Perfect. Can feel… lungs… and heart… on member.”

“… you can actual feel her… insides like that… as she breathes? And… as her heart… beats? On your cock? That… is…” Tilly looked back down at the redhead, and as her body began to shiver, her hands drifted up and down the girl’s naked, cum-covered body.

“St… p… p… lease… st….”

Tilly opened her mouth, ready to say something, perhaps taunt or insult the bandit. The redhead sacrifice was a bandit after all, a raider, someone who murdered others to steal, and had probably done so in the past. It only seemed natural for Tilly to scold her. But the half-demon stared down at the redhead’s body instead, and her fingers drifted through the mess of cum on her skin with a caressing grace. The sacrifice’s stomach was still swollen, inflated, and despite the tearing of her ass, the flesh was still too tight for his cum to leave her very quickly.

With the stronger bandit from two days ago, killing her had been a rather short affair, once Mongar had skewered her balls deep. With this little creature though, keeping it slow was drawing wide eyes from Tilly, as if a new world had been opened to her. Perhaps it had.

“… I wonder…” Tilly slipped her tail back down toward the woman’s cunt, and forced it into the squashed hole.

“N… no… d-don’t… please… stop…”

One of Tilly’s hands reached down as well, past the woman’s inflated belly, and set two of her fingers around the dying woman’s clitoris. The sacrifice twitched as Tilly started to massage it, while at the same time, fucking her cunt with the tail in the way she had before, the way that had sent the cute little woman into a full body orgasm.

The dying girl’s heart started to beat faster, a new level of panic hitting her in ways Mongar had never considered. It felt glorious, waves of pleasure flowing down his length and pulsing into his body as the sacrifice’s heart and lungs pressed on his glans. Soon a thick droplet of cum was coaxed out of him, as the girl’s heart continued to rub against the sensitive, swollen head of his cock, coating the organ in his liquids. Faster, and faster. As tears of cum oozed from the girl’s eyes, she managed to look up at him again; she was in extreme pain. But for all her pain, her body was responding to Tilly’s wriggling, squirming tail in her pussy, while her fingers bathed the doomed girl’s clit with the practiced fingers of an experienced woman.

With a demon cock skewered two feet into her body, tearing open her ass, intestines, puncturing her diaphragm, nestling between her heart and lungs, and nudging against the bottom of her throat, the sacrifice came again. He was wrong then, about the previous orgasm being her last; the succubus’s potion was powerful indeed. Her muscles clamped down, and her heart went berserk, beating with all its might to keep the girl alive, while fueling her pleasure at the same time. Each squirm, each wriggle, each failed attempt to breathe, was a tight massage in blood and flesh along his length. But it was her heart, rubbing his glans along its base rim, that started to send the warmth up through his cock.

His hot cum gushed into the girl’s insides, into her chest cavity, and bathed her organs in his seed. The onset of a new source of pain again forced the girl into wriggling, muted screams, a worm on a hook. But they were weak movements, the exhausted sacrifice no longer able to breathe, and no longer able to make a sound, as more waves of cum started to pour out of her. Fighting for space inside her, new cum forced out the old, and with it, streaks of blood, splashing over Tilly’s hands and down onto the redhead’s breasts and belly as it squirted out of the small woman’s mouth and nose. It washed over his testicles, the tear of her sphincter finally large enough to let more of it flow out of her. Red lines decorated the squirting white as it gushed from her nostrils, some mixing into the new tears that forced their way from her cum-soaked eyes.

And through it all, not only did Tilly continue to rape her, force her dying moments to be filled with constant, unending, unwanted stimulus upon her abused clitoris and filled cunt, but Mongar did not move. He stayed still, moving maybe a single inch at most, as he let the girl’s dying moments milk him of his cum, her fluttering heart massaging the head of his cock, where it sat just beneath her collar. The depth of his penetration kept the heart beneath the glans, but high enough that its constant rhythm rubbed the base edge of its bulbous shape, and filled him with more pleasure.

“How does… she feel? Inside? Now that… that… she’s full of cum.”

“Her heart beats faster. It… milks me.”

Tilly shivered, and whimpered with the description. “Hear that, little girl? Your insides are milking my man of his cum.” The sacrifice did not respond, still quivering and shivering, but her twitches were sporadic and subtle. Tilly frowned at her, raised a hand up from her breasts, and guided the girl to look up. “Your last moments are nothing but a tool to make Mongar cum.”

My man? He raised a brow, but after a few seconds, smiled. He liked the sound of that.

Tilly was determined to make this last. She grinned down at the girl on her belly, head between her bosom, her huge breasts resting on the sacrifice’s shoulders, and she shook the girl’s head a little. Still pointed up to look at them, the redhead’s eyes flickered with the remains of life as unending streams of white and red oozed from her eyes. With her head pointed upward, the tears of cum overflowed the beautiful blue gaze, coating the whole of the orbs in the mix of fluids, before oozing down the corners of the eyes and down her temples. Through it all, the sacrifice tried to mouth something, to get some words out, but all that came was more of the demon’s cum, and her own blood, gushing onto her belly, and joined by twin streams of squirting white that shot from her nostrils onto her own, small breasts. Trembling insides clenched, fighting off death, fighting for air, fighting to force blood to flow in a vain attempt to keep the body alive. All it did was send her heart into random spasms, and milk more of the titan demon’s thick cum onto it, and her lungs. A long, painful, slow death, that wrung gallons of Mongar’s fluids onto her inviting innards.

But, as the sacrifice’s head fell forward, drooping, her heart, at last, stopped.

“Oh, oh, please… tear her head off, like… like last time?”

He did not hesitate. He leaned back a bit to get his weight onto a knee, and with one hand on the sacrifice to anchor her down, he used the other to casually tear her head free from her neck. Ripping skin, tearing muscle, the pop of bones twisting away from each other, music to his ears. He chomped down on the head, licking his chops as the delightful texture of eyeballs and brains mixed in with the crunch of bone. He looked down, and smiled down at the quivering Tilly, as the half-demon looked down at the corpse lying between her legs.

The sacrifice’s belly began to shrink, no longer able to contain his fluids so easily, as the removed head meant there were multiple paths for the blood and cum to flow. It flowed out of the corpse’s neck, and onto Tilly’s sternum, quickly overflowing and burying her breasts in waves of white and red. It slowly quickly though, as Mongar’s orgasm began to fade, and he started to pull his hips back.

“W-Wait… don’t… stop,” she said, eyes locked on his body, and where the corpse’s legs were spread by her own. “Can… can you go again? In… in… this.” She nudged the corpse between her heavy breasts.

His new half demon companion and sexual friend, was asking him to fuck the corpse between her legs?

His cock grew hard, harder than normal. He lowered himself a bit lower as well, until his abs were only a foot above Tilly. And, with a deep, rumbling groan, he began to fuck the body of their victim. A sack of flesh now, warm, inviting, and as Tilly pressed her hands down on the corpse’s belly, euphoric. Cum and blood gushed upward from the corpse’s neck hole onto his companion’s chest, spilling up over her sternum as it flooded her again. Soon the dead girl’s stomach was back to its original size, a flat belly distended around the girth of his penetration, and Tilly massaged the bulge with both her hands. She pressed down on the corpse, hard, beneath her ribs where Mongar’s cock was stretching the body with his girth.

His cock slammed into the corpse, harder, and harder, enough to make Tilly squeal as a geyser of blood gushed out of the corpse and up against the underside of her chin. She dug her talons into the ground, and stared up at him, at the weight of him, at his gargantuan size, as he fucked the corpse’s organs into paste. He got deeper, causing the little sacrifice to crumble, for bones to break and bend, and for his cock to grow longer. And longer.

He rarely let himself go like this, to unleash his hunger, to let his demon desires overwhelm his intellect and reasoning. Demons who succumbed to total animal need did not get to enjoy the long bouts of torturous sex he preferred. But seeing Tilly beneath, looking up at him with awestruck eyes, was too much, and he roared. A true, demon, guttural roar, rumbling through his body before it crashed against the nearby trees, drowning any and all sounds as the bass-filled explosion of his voice silenced the forest.

He stood up, and grabbed the corpse in one hand, the other pressing to a tree so he could balance his ferocious movements. He slammed the corpse against him, balls deep, its legs twisting around in broken hips, and small breasts jiggling with each thrust. A new wave of cum squirted from the neck hole, splashing around Tilly’s body and on her, as she stared up at him from her seat in the grass. Harder, his cock again grew harder, and longer, until his glans started to push itself out from the ruined neck, between the muscle and esophagus of the hole. Harder, longer, his cock forced more of itself through the whole length of the sacrifice’s body, until the entirety of his cock’s head was through her neck.

As his phallus eventually stopped lengthening, swollen till it was a good deal firmer, almost rock hard, and it stood out an extra foot in length. Three feet long and an inch thinner, his cock skewered up through the corpse’s ass like a pole, through the length of her guts and chest, until his glans and a couple inches more were sticking through her neck and into the open. He masturbated with her corpse through this, forcing her off of his length enough inches to pull his cock’s head back into her chest, before slamming her down again, balls deep, ass jiggling with impact and dangling legs swaying between his thighs, as his cock thrust out of her neck hole. And with each thrust, a gush of cum squirted into the air and onto the grass.

Finally, he sat down, back to the tree, and looked down. The corpse still dangled on his length, but now his length was hard enough to stay rigid, to keep the corpse almost upright as his cock pointed up at forty-five degrees. He looked to Tilly, and winced. He must have scared her. The roaring, the surrender to mindless carnage, she—

She crawled over him, on her hands and knee, ass high in the air, tail swaying, and her heavy breasts hanging like enormous teardrops of blood and cum. Closer, closer, she got between his knees, his thighs, and soon, climbed up onto her feet. With him on his ass, and his cock still rigid hard, the corpse’s pelvis was a few feet above the ground, her legs dangling and toes grazing the grass against his testicles, and his cock’s head poking out through the corpse, at the height of the now standing Tilly’s lips.

She hugged the corpse from behind once more, and as she ran her hands up and down its breasts and belly, she set her lips onto his glans, to swallow down the slowing but unending waves of his cum. A blowjob, on the portion of his cock sticking out through the corpse. He rumbled bliss, and trembled as she suckled and swallowed another glob of his cum.

“T-That was… so brutal,” she said. “T… terri… scary.”

He sighed, but nodded, and shivered as the touch of her suckling lips earned a gush of his cum onto her neck and shoulder.

“Gave… into… demon.”

“Well! I never though that… I mean… wow.” Using her strength, she gently pulled the corpse up a few inches, and let gravity cause it to slide back down balls deep onto him. Another gush of his cum splashed into her lips and onto her chin in reward. “You’re so long now! And hard! It’s a bit thinner, but… so… damn long.”

“… too much… for sex…” His breathing was hard, almost panting, heart rate fast and body pumped with blood, muscles swollen. The old need for violence and mayhem was a part of him, no matter how much he tried to bury it.

“Y-Yeah. I mean… I wouldn’t mind… trying… this longer cock too. B-But… have you been… hiding this part of you?”

“… I have.”

“Oh you big dope!” The silly woman, not so silly anymore, set more kisses on his cock, long ones, passionate ones, suckling on him as she moved the corpse dangling on his cock a little more. “Trying to protect me? You’re so strange for a demon! S-So nice…”

And you’re quite strange for a human, accepting cannibalism, necrophilia, and a host of other kinks in so short a time. He didn’t say it though, no need. He simply watched the beautiful woman try and calm him down, lapping up more of his cum, while shifting the corpse along his shaft a few inches.

“Gods, you went right through her. N-Next time… maybe, you could do that… when they’re still alive, and in one piece? I’d like to see… a beautiful woman, some horrible, evil witch of a woman maybe, get this through her… Would it… go out the mouth?”

Ha, this woman. Should never have doubted her.

“Sometimes. Sometimes comes out through neck.” It had been a long time since he’d gone full aggressive on a rape victim of his, but he remembered in vivid detail what it was like, jamming his full, harder, three-foot length up into their necks. Depending on which hole he entered, and depending on the angle, he got different results. The front of a human’s neck was fragile, tore easily, and since his cock was skewering up through the flesh without the guidance of the esophagus, different places would tear open.

Eventually his cum stopped, and Tilly nodded at him, his cock, the mess, all like she’d done a good job, a satisfying job. With a big smile, she started to drag the corpse away, until his cock was forced to aim more horizontal until the mess of flesh fell off. When it did, his cock bounced upward, and stood up almost perfectly straight, pointed slightly away from him. Still three inches thick compared to the original four, but much harder and a foot longer; meant for killing, with no option for the victim to enjoy it.

Tilly was enjoying it though. She stepped over the corpse, walked up between his thighs, got in as close as she could, and pressed her body against his cock. It fit snug between her huge breasts, and reached over her head with its head, drops of cum and blood flowing down its length and onto her body as she pressed herself against it.

“Please… use your other size, your softer size, when we have sex. But I wouldn’t mind… trying on this cock too though. And… and I definitely want to see… some poor, helpless, evil bitch, die on this. Maybe… maybe we catch a raider, or maybe some super rich woman who’s taxing poor people into the grave? Maybe we let her go, let her run away, and we chase her down. And while we chase her, you have this… the bigger version, hard and upright, aimed at her as we run at her. She’s screaming for her life, screaming for someone nearby to help, but no one’s around. We run her down, grab her, and you slip this thing into her teeny tiny pussy, and… and you shove her down as hard as you can, make her ass jiggle and her breasts bounce as you drive through her cunt, her womb, and right up into her neck.”

“… she would die quickly.” Wow, this woman. Be still thy demon heart, this woman was tapping into carnal urges even he had tried to suppress.

“Die instantly?”

“No. Sometimes quickly, and sometimes they survive few minutes.”

“Perfect.”

He laughed. Laughter sucked away the urge to roar, to rampage, to unleash carnage and mayhem, made it all slip away. His cock softened, shrank, and soon disappeared back into his sheath as his testicles ascended. This silly little woman had calmed him. Not only that, the violence he offered only enticed her, no matter how grotesque or extreme it became.

He set a hand behind her, and picked her up. She squealed, giggling, and hugged him when he brought her closer so she could sit on his shoulder. An arm hooked one of his horns, and she set a foot on one of his tusks, as he scooped up the corpse, and began to munch on it. He offered her a few pieces, and she took them, smiling at him as she ate her meal upon his shoulder while they walked to the river. Definitely, most definitely, needed a bath.