Still holding her with his twin tails, he pulled his member from her soaking folds. His seed spilled, warm and thick, splattering across the stone floor. Then, without pause, he angled his length toward her flushed, pink, trembling back entrance.
He tilted her slightly forward, then brought her down.
Impaling her.
Her inner ring stretched wide around his girth, the walls forced to expand as he claimed its depth.
~AAHHHH~
She wailed.
He began thrusting. No mercy. No pause.
~pah ~PAH~ pah*
Pain and pleasure tore through her existence, intertwining and blooming into a euphoric ecstasy like none before. It was not love. It was not lust. It was an addiction.
An incurable, soul-rotting addiction.
One of his simmering tails slithered downward, found her dripping vagina, and plunged in. It pulsed, vibrated.
'God… yes… he is god…'
That was her final thought. Not a name. Not a scream.
Just worship.
Her fading mind proclaimed him divine, for what else could explain this heaven-wrapped bliss? Only a god could dismantle her so thoroughly. Only a god could take her to heaven with but an embrace.
"Ahhh~ y-yes~ god~ thank you… for your divine embrace…"
She muttered incoherently, eyes blank, head thrown back, her wet silver hair cascading down like a waterfall formed from the everlasting moonlight. Her body trembled in a perpetual state of climax.
'This is it. I've reached the pinnacle of the Crimson Bone Rank.'
Veal rejoiced inwardly, his body now shimmering with a faint, almost imperceptible crimson hue.
His strokes grew steadier, touched by a rhythm laced with dark satisfaction.
Moments later, he released inside her rear, claiming another part of her body.
His tails slowly unwound, gently lowering her twitching form to the ground. She lay there, spasming, shivering, his cum spilling from her holes.
Veal looked down at himself, inspecting each thread of muscle, opening and clenching his fists. There was no denying it. He was stronger.
Stronger than any Crimson Bone demon without a noble bloodline.
'Still… nowhere near the Matron,' he mused. 'But that won't be for much longer.'
Only one step remained. Completing the ascension ritual. Then he would reach the Vital Blood Realm… and stand as sovereign among the lower demons.
But that step could only be taken in the Abyss. For the ritual components roamed only in that hellscape.
As he decided his next steps, the priestess regained some of her cognitive functions.
She got up weakly and crawled to him, with each step, more of his cum dripped from her slightly gaping holes, leaving a trail behind.
she reached him, wrapped her arms around his right leg tightly, then gazed upon his face with nothing but submission.
He gazed down on her, locking their eyes, and smiled dangerously,
"Don't worry, I won't be abandoning you anytime soon," he reassures her.
"Now clean it." He ordered.
Her eyes lit up with pure, euphoric joy, and she obeyed. without hesitation, she started licking his cock, then took it all in her mouth, and even her throat.
For he still had used her, for she was someone who had fallen from the holy, someone who was special. Someone he a creature of lust, had pulled from her path that led to the holiest of heavens, to his embrace of lust, to be coiled eternally by his tail of depravity.
Thus, giving her certain special abilities towards lust, his lust. For example, even though he had devoured more than the combined worth of lust energy of the entire empire, in terms of quality, her body was still shining, blazing even, with lust energy.
She had become his personal lust generator.
His eternal feast.
Pop*
A pop sound echoed as she finished cleaning his cock.
....
The sun cast its brilliance down on the fallen empire, illuminating what should have been hidden underneath the darkest of covers. No doubt, if it had sentience, it would have cast its flames down and extinguished all that exists under its glow.
Humans sprawled across every street and alley, limbs twisted and tangled in mindless, ecstatic rites.
~AAAH~
Moans rolled like waves, a chorus of raw indulgence.
And their lone spectators…
The demon and his fallen.
He walked these streets, clad in white pants, with holy engravings that signified purity, ironic considering he was the opposite of that. Around his wrists and ankles cling golden bracelets, also with holy engravings. Followed behind him like an obedient pet, the priestess was clad in holy rags that only covered her fallen spots. One of his tails coiled snug around her waist, its tip brushing her lower lips like a leash of desire.
His eyes shone with enjoyment; his mouth arched in a smile of joy as he took in the performance around him.
A woman once considered noble and untouched was now sandwiched between two of the lowest dregs of society, the ugly and impure, with a smile of bliss on her face as they penetrated her cunt and anal simultaneously.
A hundred men stood in line to penetrate a royal blood who was strapped to a chair, her legs spread wide, her entrance opening and closing as it simultaneously expelled semen and begged for more.
Five men who were once enemies exchanged their wives with each other. They laughed and cheered as they took turns.
A father taking the purity of his precious daughter. A mother teaching her twin sons the pleasure of the flesh.
A girl giving her best friend Rex her first time.
And the list goes on.
"A splendid show, isn't it?" he said while stopping, spreading his hands, and taking a deep breath of the stench of lust that wafted the streets like smoke from a burning building.
"Yes, master, it's beautiful." Agreed, the priestess, her folds dripping.