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as it turns out regaining yr devil forgemaster abilities involves a bunch of kinky sex with monsters
well not EXACTLY, but it requires sharing essences with monsters and mixing that together to create genuine demonic energy and then they both eat that energy and get more powerful, and just from longstanding habit they only really do this while fucking
]
[skeleton blaze]
A skeleton is the lowest form of necromancy: dead bones, animated by a malevolent spirit. With Dracula's curse spending its power across the countryside the dead had started to rise of their own volition; angry spirits of the dead or dread conglomerations of malice that had never been alive picking over carrion battlefields, raising the dead as shambling, shaking monstrosities.
Hector had hoped to first find anything but that; even the feral hounds of hell would be a mercy compared to the skeleton. Its bones were bound together with rock-hard gristle; rusted iron plating bolted to its bones. Its hands were locked tight, fingers disconnected and broken around a short rusted dagger, around the plate of a shield. Not only were the dead rising, whatever force animated them was cunning enough to scavenge among the dead. And it had been dead a long time; even the stench of the grave had left it, leaving only the smell of rust and blood.
But it was demonic energy he needed, created by the forbidden works of man, and if he was to become a Devil Forgemaster again he would need to perform the rites. He'd sealed his abilities away in self-hatred, tried to forget it all, and now that Isaac had forced him to follow his soul was straining against his bonds, crying for the power he'd lost.
When he had been a Forgemaster alongside Isaac, he had taken a special pleasure in forging -- in drawing the power he needed from them, as steady a source of power as an infernal engine, every turn of the wheel cementing his damnation -- with the undead, the rotting zombies, bone-dry skeletons, transparent ghosts. Later came the monstrosities of undeath, corpses sewn together and augmented with machinery to make giants; massive and monstrous skeletons animated by foul powers; ancient dead sorcerers who had abandoned their bodies and existed as black fog, radiating the chill of the disinterred. No small part of his betrayal of mankind had sprung from dark dreams of serving Dracula himself, the man huge and cold as the grave, the stolen blood in his veins giving his dead body all too-human lusts.
It had taken the few remaining shreds of decency he had left to pull himself away from that life, as a general of Dracula's army, to live out the rest of his days as a wretch, a ruin of what he knew he could accomplish if only he hadn't turned his back on his occult skills. And now that the choice had been made for him to return, the first demon on his path was the one he was least capable of resisting. If he believed in God he would have considered it divine irony.
Had it been one of the lesser demons or a feral and uncouth monster, loosed upon the world in these end times, the working would have been perfunctory, a chore he would have done and then moved beyond without thinking, but that it was a skeleton meant he would enjoy it. Already as he neared the crumbling castle he knew well what would dwell inside; even before he stepped into the courtyard he felt the sick mixture of arousal and guilt in the pit of his stomach.
[probably they fight as hector talks to it and is all hey you like power right well i'm a devil forgemaster and i can summon up demonic energy for you (and also me)]
The skeleton slashed forward and Hector let the blow hit, slicing through his uniform and skin alike, the heavy iron blade catching across his ribs as it tore a ragged gash down his chest. Even knowing the blow would fall, and having taken far more deadly injuries, he still couldn't keep his body from convulsing, screaming in pain as he fell back, blood spraying between them, pulsing out of the gaping wound in steady gushes. He wasn't quite immortal, but it would take much more concentrated effort to kill him than that, even as he went dizzy and lightheaded.
The skeleton straddled him, its blade stabbing into the loose fold of his uniform across his shoulder, barely slicing across his skin, pinning him to the ground. The skeleton grinned down at him, its jaw clattering, false breath wheezing through the wreck of its body.
[ hector kisses its bones and it like grabs his wound w/ its off hand and then makes him lick his blood from its finger bones and then it shoves its fingers in his mouth-- ]
hard bone scraping over his teeth, fingerbones shifting against each other in his mouth, wet with blood and spit, bleeding now in his mouth as it scraped across the inside of his cheek, across the roof of his mouth, and he messily spit, blood drooling from his mouth and over the skeleton's hand, almost black against its yellowed bones.
[ BLAH BLAH BLAH FISTING W/ THE SKELETON'S OFFHAND (WHICH HAS LIKE IRON REBAR BOLTED TO IT AS A SHIELD) ]
the fingers prying in his ass dug deeper, already scraping stinging furrows through his flesh as the skeleton struggled to penetrate him, the rough-edged iron plate
[ the skeleton grows into a huge monster with iron fused into its bones and all stretched together into an organic-looking whorl, also it grows black-brown ectoplasmic tentacles like worms or leeches as the angry spirit earths itself inside the bones
they fuck ]
The working took hold abruptly, sizzling to life around them with an electric tang in the air, and from the depths of his blackened soul Hector could feel his sealed power stir to life, feeding hungrily on the power they were releasing. He had to save his share of the spoils, making it into a slowly-building wave, but the skeleton was under no such constraints. Its bones buckled and shuddered, the spirit animating it becoming visible as a yellow-brown pyre roiling over its scapula and skull, tendrils snaking down its spine in a corded lump. It was half-formed, entirely inhuman, a wraith born from the curse of darkness across the countryside, solidified malice to the living.
Hector shuddered out a moan, pushing back against it as it moved against him, his cock painfully hard in his trousers, grinding against the pitted curve of its pelvis. The spirit hissed and yelled, writhing as it pushed its way into the world, ectoplasm erupting from its central mass in rotting chunks, brown slime oozing down its body and over Hector's skin, burning over his wounds.
---
the writhing lumps burst in his mouth, his eyes and nose watering from the acrid stench, stomach already rebelling as he swallowed thickly, the rotting ectoplasm catching in his throat as he bit the ropy tentacle.
[merman]
A common merman: green scales, fishlike jaws with two rows of dagger-sharp teeth, frilled fins across his head and back. He was hunched forward, looking warily at Hector, and his long and lithe arms were in front of him, his over-sized hands splayed out, revealing the thin webbing between his fingers, their clawed talons pointing right at him.
Hector's demonic was rusty, and the words caught in his throat as he tried to say the ritual greeting.
[...]
Hector felt the merman respond, his corrupted, half-monster soul resonating with whatever shred of a human soul Hector could still claim as his own. The energy that welled up between them was instant and agonizingly potent. The craving for that power — genuine demonic energy, the purest source of power in all the worlds — had never gone away, the memory of it never fading in the slightest. He hated Isaac for bringing him back to this, as much as he knew his own exultation as the energy between them grew and grew.
The merman thrashed against him, shoving him back against the wall, his mouth open and drooling as he reached up and pressed his mouth against Hector's. His thin tongue flicked out, whiplike, sliding across Hector's cheek before he opened his mouth in return, a ragged moan escaping from his mouth before the merman shoved his tongue into his mouth, muffling him. The merman embraced him, his oversized, long-fingered hands wrapping around Hector's shoulders, his claws digging long rents in the fabric of his shirt.
He tried to focus through the torrent of sensation, their souls meeting and arcing like a thunderstorm, each jolt painful but lighting up his entire body, flooding him with tingling energy. He tried to focus, to channel the energy usefully, so much of it bleeding out through his body, hardening his muscles, making his hair shimmer silver.
The merman's erection shoved against his thigh, insistent, and Hector reached between them to stroke it. He'd always thought their bifurcated cocks looked like something prolapsed from inside, some organ hanging out of their body, all blood red and veined, ridged and erect, dripping foul fluids. They were bloated ovals, or several bloated shapes lumped together, thicker, darker skin bulging at the connections between the shapes, all tapering to a nubby tip, some sphincter open wide, green-blue slime oozing from the tips and drooling down both organs.
Hector pulled against the energy, eking the faintest illumination as he strained to recall the faintest dregs of his sealed, forgotten lore, the awful power of the devil forgemasters. The merman put his half of the energy to a much more mundane use.
The merman leaned heavily against him, his impossibly-large hands gripping over his sides, the thick webbing between his fingers cool and moist against his skin. His fingers creaked, bones stretching longer, another joint somehow working its way into his fingers. Those massive hands spanned across most of his chest, a clawed finger scraping over his hip as his thumb slid along his shoulder blades.
His arms grew all out of proportion — or maybe in proportion for mermen — entirely too long, nightmarishly long, bones and muscles thickening alike, the skin heavy and thick, oozing something slick and slimy all across his bare back, clouding the scales along his arms.
The merman hissed, in pain or pleasure Hector couldn't tell, although his cocks remained bulging and erect against his stomach, still drooling out green slime. His back stiffened, the fins across his shoulders and back tensing, his spurs growing longer, his webbing thickening. His gills flared across his neck, fluttering as the deep gashes grew practically bloody-looking, the revealed inner skin tinged a bright purple. His mouth dropped open in a long growl, a second row of teeth erupting in his oversized mouth, drooling bloody spit into the water at their feet as he rutted against Hector, cock spurting hot slime up his chest, rank and fishy.
His body swelled, bones creaking and cracking, his arms seeming less monstrously oversized as the rest of his body grew into them. The lustre of his scales faded across his chest and neck as they swelled, skin stretched taut, until finally they ripped apart, molting scales all across his chest and body, in clumps and clusters, revealing a fresh skin, still translucent and damp. The new scales were tinged a rich, deep red, tinged a royal purple across his underbelly and inner thighs. That pulled his attention back to the merman's cocks — they were growing and swelling with the rest of his body, bulging out in inhuman lumps and swells, sliding further up between their bodies, drooling slime across Hector's stomach and chest. He could feel the shafts shift and stretch, not just growing longer and thicker but their very shape changing.
The merman had to stoop down to press against Hector, folding himself up, massive bloody teeth pressed flat against Hector's neck, one huge hand wrapping around his ankle easily, the other gripping around his chest, the huge, spindly fingers almost entirely circling his body. The merman lifted him up, balancing him high up on one thigh, pinning him between the crumbling wall and the merman's rapidly changing cocks, rutting against him like a base animal, growling and snarling, voice lost in the middle of the change.
The gaping genital slit bulged wider, seaming open higher across his stomach to allow the shafts to thicken even further, gaping wide open, the veined, purplish flesh of the slit stretched tight around the two monstrous organs. Their tips, like simple blunt endings, shifted and bulged outward into a ringed crest, a sharp spade-like tip forming, the cockhead swelling thicker and thicker, most of a handspan across and still slowly swelling, and the ridge of the cockhead itself swept back into dozens of fat, fleshy spikes, layered over each other, huge fat phalanges half the size of Hector's own cock bulging back, smaller and nubbier in between and underneath, the bulging sacs of the merman's shaft thickening at the edges, forming heavy ridges that grew their own spikes, swept back, each set longer and heavier, the ridges growing thicker between the comparatively thin and smooth segments of his shaft, until near the base it became a mess of overlapping spikes, each further crest straining against the merman's slit until its spikes could emerge, springing out with a snap, thick globs of clotted yellow-orange precome flinging in every direction, webbing between the oozing spikes in heavy, glistening ribbons.
The cocks were utterly monstrous, together as thick as Hector's waist at the base, tips arching high over his head and raining down heavy globs of precome into his hair, and still despite all that the merman was still growing, putting the achingly-potent power in the air to good use. [His cocks shifted against each other, spreading apart as another set pushed out from his gaping slit, the seam halfway up his chest and reaching halfway back to his ass and still pulled tight, skin at the edges furled over itself and bulging outwards in smooth internal swells. His new cocks slid against Hector's legs, pushing out to either side of him]
The merman's bones creaked loudly as they grew, thickening into something monstrous, the spindly, spiky architecture of his body swelling into smoothly lanky curves, his spindly hands even more oversized.
His dull greenish scales lost what little lustre they had, becoming patchy and ragged, and as they rutted against each other Hector found himself covered in moltings, the scaly skin shedding in flaking patches, the scales underneath red and damp, tinging a rich purple across the merman's stomach, down to his stretched-wide slit.
His shafts, both obscenely erect, rubbed over the shreds of Hector's clothes. As he watched they bulged larger, oozing greenish-yellow precome in runny clots over his stomach, but then his entire crotch bulged, swelling outwards, his genital slit seaming longer, gaping outward as another pair of hemipenes pushed from his body. They were a shocking purple, like raw meat, swelling out so huge and long they hung down in a low arc.
[...]
Hector stared at the gigantic monstrosity the merman's cock had transformed into. The slick red shafts had split again, becoming four separate [phalanges], all emerging from his grossly-distended slit, green-yellow slime freely oozing from that stretched orifice and dripping across his downturned cocks, the sheer weight of them pulling them down in a low arc. They were purplish, like raw meat, and glistening with shifting layers of slime. Each shaft itself was thickly ridged, practically segmented, and they swelled out into massive crowns, fleshy backward-facing spikes erupting along the ridge line as the cocks tapered to a sharp point, thick precome oozing from the very tip and dripping into the water below them, turning it thick and murky.
He fell to his knees with a splash, his own cock jerking as the chilly water splashed across his legs, his taut balls pulling up even higher to avoid getting immersed. The merman growled, his voice lowered by several octaves, and he grabbed Hector's head one-handed and mashed his face against his crotch, his widely-spread cocks fanning out even further as Hector's face was pressed against their very root, against the gaping orifice they slid from, his scales parted widely to reveal the tight pinkish flesh inside him. His cocks dripped heavy slime all over Hector's shoulders, caking the rags of his uniform to his body as Hector opened wide, licking and sucking across the base of his immense cocks, drinking down mouthfuls of the merman's acrid slime.
[...]
Hector pressed himself bonelessly against the wall, sheer pressure keeping him aloft as the gigantic merman rutted against him, his dripping cocks sliding across his bare ass, leaving it dripping with slime, until they pushed against each other just right, one of his cocks sliding along the crack of Hector's ass and catching on his asshole. They both started, Hector gasping and the merman making a low, howling moan, clutching Hector tight in his hands as he shoved forward, burying his massive cock inside Hector.
The dregs of their energy spiralled tightly around him, and Hector gasped again as he felt it sink into his skin, aware of what it meant as his ass stretched obscenely around the merman's cock. Devil forgemaster or not, trying to take his cock would have killed him, but as the energy set into his body, making the most simple of changes, he felt his asshle thicken and stretch, the muscle becoming impossibly elastic.
The merman jerked him back, his cock emerging from his ass in a flood of fluid, and then he cupped a hand around his cocks, pressing them all together in a terrifyingly thick bundle, even his huge, long-fingered hand not able to wrap around all four at the same time. He shifted Hector down, all four of his cockheads smearing across his ass cheeks, and with a sudden jerk he brought him down, thrusting up at the same time to spear two of his cockheads into his ass.
Hector howled, his asshole snapping wide open. With an impossible slowness the merman worked inside him, the tips of two of his cocks sinking inside him. He held the other two just outside his gaping hole, spitting their thick slime against him. He slid his taloned hand across them, squeezing them close as he nudged the tip of his third cock into Hector's stuffed asshole. He thrust up, using some tiny fraction of his true strength, and Hector could just jerk bonelessly, his asshole flaring wider as his third cockhead snapped inside him with a loud slurp. The merman followed almost instantly with his fourth, his talons digging against Hector's hole and his shafts, finally burying it inside him with a lewd squelch.
With all his cocks lodged in Hector's impossibly stuffed hole, he reached up, gripping his shoulders tightly as he rammed forward, shoving himself so roughly inside that Hector couldn't even yell, his mouth open in a silent scream, his breath trapped in his lungs as the merman's impossibly-huge cocks rammed inside him, all their bloated ridges and bulging veins sliding into him like they were nothing,
[...]
Hector felt dizzy and lightheaded, his body impossibly full, the merman's cocks inside him clearly defined as uneven lumps across his stomach. It was hard to breathe; his guts were shoved up higher inside him, against his diaphragm, and
[...]
The merman came with a earth-shaking roar, dust slaking into the water from the unstable castle foundations as the noise echoed through the subterranean corridors. He pulled Hector down to the root of his cocks, the thick slime oozing out from his gaping slit pouring across his ass and across his legs. His cocks stiffened inside him, their crowns flaring out, their thick ridges bulging up, and the pressure on his guts got so sharp he was worried that he might just burst, despite the energy soaking into his flesh.
It felt like an explosion inside him, thick, heavy come blasting inside him as the merman came, his already-bloated stomach bulging further, the wet heat of it squirting higher up, into his squished guts, and the vast majority of it flooding out of him, squelching out around his cocks as the merman kept thrusting, splattering back across his scales and pouring steadily into the water beneath them.
[...]
Hector lay back in the water, so saturated with the merman's fluids it was thick and translucent, clinging in viscous sheets to his skin. It was hard to breathe, his body aching and shuddering, and he barely had to touch his cock before he came explosively, come shooting in heavy volleys up from his cock and arcing down to splash into the water, over and over until his abused body went limp, lying in the thick, tepid water gasping for breath.
However tired his body was, he was flush with new power: He lifted one weary hand and pulled against the fabric of reality, conjuring a fist-sized lump of pink, glistening, glowing stone. It was the elemental essence of any Devil forgemaster's arsenal, and the building block of any familiar's body. He'd forgotten it, how to make it, how it was constructed, but even the residual energy from their fuck was a rich feast for the hungry stone, and it drank up the shreds of their energy, pulsing like a heart against his palm.
Hector staggered to his feet, spelling his uniform around himself with a gesture. He still ached, but that was unimportant. He could feel his sealed powers inside him now, like circles inside circles, all aching to be released. He needed to get more power, far more, if he ever hoped to challenge Isaac.
[fenrir]
[ w/e it turns into a HUGE demon dog with horns and flaming red eyes and shaggy red fur across parts of his body to contrast the sleek black fur usually (i think the fenrirs look like all-black dobermans ) ]
the painfully-huge cock inside him churned up his insides as the power reached an almost painful peak. The air around them rippled and weaved, glistening motes of energy sparking to life, discharges arcing between them as Hector writhed under the powerful thrusts of the fenrir, each thrust knocking his body forward.
The rising energy sunk into them, and while Hector couldn't focus enough to put it to use, the fenrir had a much simpler set of desires that made for easy use: his body grew, his cock swelling inside Hector's ass, thickening easily, the tip pushing deeper and deeper. His balls slammed against Hector's ass, larger each time, the already huge orbs growing like obscene fruit, until they hammered against his ass with the force of artillery shells.
His body grew, his sleek form bulking up with muscle, paws growing huge before the rest of his body caught up, tearing bloody stripes all across Hector's sides. The short, smooth fur across his belly grew out, becoming rougher and hairier, tufting out wildly. His few grew shaggy, covering his newly-huge body, his build no longer fast and lithe as fast and massive, built like a fortress, his legs corded with muscle, his neck bulging over his shoulders, shaggy fur like a mane brushing over Hector's back as he reared up, stabbing his cock deeper, and fastened his paws over Hector's shoulders. The beast was larger than he was; with his paws over his shoulders he bodily pulled Hector back onto his cock, his wolf muzzle pressed against his neck as he growled foul words into Hectors ears as he fucked him, slamming harder and harder inside him.
His knot had already been massive, just the hint of it at the base of his shaft too much for any human to take; and now even with the lingering effects of the merman's power it ached to take inside him.
[...]
The fenrir howled loud as he came, fucking him into the ground. With each thrust his cock pulled out with with a lewd slurp, fluid splattering in thick lines across the back of his thighs. His asshole gaped, his body distended; he was warped around the massive cock plumbing his depths, precome pouring from his wrecked ass. The demon-dog slammed inside Hector a would-be final time and came, shoving Hector's face to the ground as he stabbed upwards, all four of his grossly-distended balls pressing against the ruined, bruised flesh of his asshole. His knot ground harshly against Hector's asshole, too large for even the broken-open muscle, but the fenrir kept pushing, his knot sliding against the bloated folds of his asshole, pushing further and further until it popped inside with a sickening lurch, knocking out what little breath remained in Hector's body.
It grew and grew, the dregs of the demonic power channeling straight to the fenrir's cock, the knot swelling until power or no Hector thought he would burst, his body stretched around the knot, the swell bloating out his stomach. The fenrir's muscles tensed, his haunches growing even thicker with the muscle needed to simply move with a cock that large, and all the while his balls churned and throbbed against Hector's broken ass, knot pulsing, come flooding into him like a broken keg, enough that his stomach gurgled and sloshed, hot like sin inside him, more and more, until the bulge of the beast's massive knot was lost behind the swell of fluid inside him, his stomach a broad smooth swell, his pale skin zigzagged with red stretch marks.
[lizardman/lizardman shaman]
[lizardman shaman clearly turns into a huge dragon]
[ASSASSIN ZOMBIE]
[knives bound to its hands grow into sharp claws, withered heart starts beating coagulated black blood]
[lesser demon]
[front/thunder/flame demon]
[purple ogre/red ogre]
[slogra & gaibon]
[unicorn/amduscias or whatever the other floating horse monster type was called]
[ hector arrives in the weird pocket dimension and the demons there are like "uh what why are you here?" and hector is all "uhhh i heard someone was here trying to undo the seal" and they're like "oh right, this place was a seal" and there is some brief exposition about how the extradimensional monsters use it as a research library and lab or something and then the demon he's talking to is like "so i've read of this magic humans and demons can do together that releases their unsealed powers..." and hector is like oh that's me, i do that
and then there's a huge orgy between him and the shapeshifting unicorns and it keeps going until he's completely saturated with magical power and it starts crystallizing in those hot pink glowing crystals across his body and giving him a huge magical crystal cock and all that ]
The lead demon floating around him, inspecting him from every angle, like he was sizing Hector up, rating him for quality. He, in turn, appraised the demon. A horse demon, obviously -- unicorn, technically, from the horn -- and his hide was a mottled pink-brown, remarkably usual. He was _muscular_, practically chiseled, with his short coat blurring his definition ever-so-slightly. Veins ran up his arms and across his neck in bunched cords, pulsing, and Hector -- to say he _wanted_ to press close, to feel the beat of the demon's heart under his hands, under his tongue... it would be true enough. But he knew it would be happening, in minutes or seconds: it wasn't so much the desire as the knowledge it would be fulfilled, soon enough.
The demon drifted away, strafing across, and the muscles all across his stomach tensed, the blocky shapes suddenly bursting out in defined lines, like something hewn from marble, rough, with none of the smoothness of flesh. Veins traced across his stomach, too, and lower --
They had no legs, none of them; the heavy folds of worn muslin wound around their waists and hips opened again onto nothing. They moved with the free grace of a flying thing, rather than simply having invisible legs. But that wasn't what caught his attention. The tattered fabric gusted and billowed, outlining heavy cuts of muscle through the devil knew what kind of magic, blown tight across the tight, high slope of the demon's ass for a second before the fabric rippled like water, nothing just a rippling sheet of fabric again. But across the front, well. Soft, the horse cock would be a heavy swell, a smooth cylinder just below his abdomen, sheath heavy and thick. The demon was hardly hard -- probably as hard as Hector, flushed and ready, awakening, but not erect yet -- and his sheath caught against the fluttering skirt, outlining the inhumanly-large shape of his cock, balls two huge swells below, beyond fist-sized.
Wetness seeped from the open sheath, soaking through the thickly layered fabric and turning it translucent, wicking it against the growing bulge of his cock. Hector closed the space between them, kissing the demon's jaw and lips as he pulled back the wrapping. The thick folds parted, wetly, draping down over his hips. His cock was enormous, matching his horse-shape: a mottled pink-black shaft; a flat-topped head with a wide flange, precome already oozing eagerly from the tip. It was sheathed inside his body, more and more pushing out against Hector's hand. It streaked wet fluid across his hand and arm, saturating his uniform as the tip pressed against his chest. His balls were huge and loose, tucked into the mystifying folds of his skirt, the shapes of his thighs visible now that the garment hung lower on his body.
Hector knelt, already eager, partly from the animal musk and the muscled, lightly-furred planes of the Amduscias' body, but more from the knowledge that this was a demon, a proper one, from Hell itself. The demonic energy sizzled in the air, cutting through him in pleasurable slashes. He eagerly drank it up, infernal heat building inside him even as he nuzzled the demon's cock, his precome spurting and dripping over his face.
Hector pulled back the wrapping around his hips, baring the lightly-furred skin of the demon's thighs, musculed pillars only visible where the skirt was parted, air in all other directions. He tugged its fat balls to hang free, draping down over his skirt, and as if they really were anchoring the demon down he bobbed lower, sinking until his skirt brushed the floor. His cock bobbed up, spanning up his chest, and Hector found himself sinking with the demon, knees hitting the ground with a sharp impact. His hands dug into the Amduscias' hips, anchoring it in front of him as he dragged his face along its cock, the demonic length two handspans from wrist to fingertip and still pushing from his sheath.
Pre drizzled across his face, oozing from the cock like a slow fountain, and moreso than the wet, sticky slickness across his face he felt the _potentcy_ of it, churning in the air around them. His soul unspooled, opening its barriers, and the boiling, unholy power of the Amduscias converged all around him, as potent as its heavy musk, spicy and _yearning_. His soul shredded, energies mingling, a thousand times more potent than the paltry monsters that roamed the countryside. This was demonic energy, pure and burning, and it crashed over him in waves, drowning him as thoroughly as an ocean.
The Amduscias, too, wasn't unaffected. His eyes went wide, sparking and flaring, waves of energy boiling off him in visible waves, like smoke. It rose from his shoulders, the tender ruby of Hector's soul tearing apart, the aura saturating the room on their combined essence.
Perhaps it was just as much that as Hector's mouth, spread wide along the underside of his cock, that had the demon neighing, mouth open, lips pulled back. He ground Hector's head along his shaft. Thick fingers curled around Hector's chin as it pulled him up, smearing his oozing cock up and down until Hector's face was sloppy with its precome, his hair sticking in patches to his flushed, wet skin. He pressed his mouth against the underside of the demon's cock, where there were thick cords of tissue webbing over the cockhead, and licked heavily, tongue dragging roughly over the blobby, bulbous tissue. The Amduscias whinnied again, cock fountaining precome in heavy, sloppy cords, arcing up from his flaring cockhead to splatter over Hector's hair, drooling down his forehead. The aura surrounding them hit a feverish pitch, so thick Hector couldn't be sure if he was still breathing; the air was so dense it was like water, heavy and dense in his lungs when he tried to inhale.
With the rest of the creatures, _overflow_ had been the last thing on his mind: they were lesser beasts, their minds disorganized and selfish, and their portion of the power simply earthed in them, changing them. The Amduscias, however, knew what he was doing. They were both spinning off as hard as they could, corrupt souls drinking in the power released, but still the power grew denser and denser, until it threatened to overflow both of them. And all this, from just the briefest of contacts -- Hector's soul must have been a monstrous thing, now, shattered and porous, soaking in demonic energy.
The Amduscias bellowed, a whinnying yell that was pure feral, and came, hips jerking. The head of his cock snapped open, flaring out into an immense disc, rubbery-hard. He fucked his cock along Hector's face, shaft and flared cockhead catching sloppy and wet over his hips, squelching against the hollow of his eyes, scrubbing down his skin. His seed was thin, watery, sloshing down Hector's face like he'd been caught in the rain, dripping in a thousand droplets down his face. It was rank, bitter-salt, grimy and gamey in his mouth, nothing but strange animal taste.
If anything, the potency swarming them increased, throbbing and pulsing as the demon spent his load -- his _first_ load -- across Hector's face. The demon shared more than just the surface appearance with the horse -- short and fast, and many, many times.
His shaft was rubbery, turgid, as he pulled back, cockhead oozing thick, gluey semen -- the plug, useless now, and already coagulating in messy clusters down his dripping shaft. Blobs of it caught on Hector's flushed skin, across his eyebrow, nose, lips, smearing in chunky blobs over his face. There was a catch on his hands as the demon drew back, his fingers clutching at nothing. Hector sunk forward, palms gritty on the stone floor, and he opened his eyes, eyelashes wet with come, to see the demon swirl behind him, his hands hot points of contact trailing down his sides.
For once his partner unbuttoned his uniform, tugging on the laces of his trousers, rather than simply ripping through them. It was quick, efficient, the demon's cock drooling fresh already as he tugged the high waist of his trousers down over his hips, fingers digging into the crack of his ass. That cock -- long and heavy, monstrously huge -- would've been murder, would've torn a human apart from the inside out. But after what he'd taken, it was almost nothing: the cockhead spread his cheeks, his flesh molding around it, and then the demon simply thrust inside, with nothing but pre and coagulated come, and yet Hector's ass opened up, the muscled ring tense for a moment and then flowering open, almost hungrily taking it in. The demon drove forward, Hector's guts opening without a single catch. The demon hilted inside him, balls swinging forward to slap against his ass, sheath fuzzy and burning hot between his cheeks.
It was hard for Hector to say for sure if he was making noise; his mouth was open, but the haze of heat and energy surrounding him felt like it was flaying him open, scraping his skin raw, pleasure burning up his nerves. The demon felt it too, all his ornate composure gone, drooling and snorting across Hector's back like he was the wild animal he resembled. Their bodies met with a wet slapping, sweat pouring down Hector's back, sticking what remained of his uniform to his skin.
The Amduscias thrust in and withdrew, cockhead emerging with a soggy pop. The ring of Hector's ass remained open wide, watery pre sloshing out of him, coating the swollen furls of his skin, and then the demon slammed back inside, sheathing his entire cock into Hector's rippling guts. His breath was like a bellows across Hector's neck, nostrils flaring, heat like the fires of Hell rippling up from him, magic haze rippling and twisting around the both of them as it overloaded. Hector could only brace himself, his higher mind focusing on reeling in the overflowing power, but his base body slack and open, eyes open but sightlessly staring, stinging when sweat dripped into them, drooling and moaning as he rocked back on the punishing length of the demon's cock.
The demon lasted minutes, maybe. It seemed like no time whatsoever passed before the sloppy plunging halted, the Amduscias bowed back, muzzle open, a frenzied whinny ripping from his throat. His cock pulsed, rippling deep inside in, and this time his flare had to tight against the tight confines of Hector's guts, slowly bowing the tube of his guts wide open. His issue seemed heavier, solid boiling heat in his guts, spreading through his entire body like a hot drink, sending its dizzying heat to his extremities. This time, too, the gooey, solid plug went to work, sealing the weight of his load inside him as he sloppy drew back, stiff cockhead bowing backwards are it scraped all along the inside of Hector's stretched guts. His cock emerged with a slurping pop from Hector's guts, and then again when it pulled past the ring of his gaping asshole, leaving it almost worked inside-out, walls shuddering and heaving and deeply, deeply red. Hector's throat worked, a whimpering groan tearing from him as the demon's cock burst from him, drooling itw smeared issue down his thighs.
The demon hadn't even gone half-hard, still rubbery and turgid, ready to go again. Energy sparked between them, the magic haze crackling like shocks over their conjoined bodies, pink-red lightning snapping and crackling down Hector's sweaty back, over the demon's coat, and when it hit the rim of Hector's sloppy-wide asshole he let out a bellowing cry; his own cock, untouched, spurted filmy, half-clear come onto the tiles.
The Amduscias shoved his cock back inside.
His hands dug into Hector's thighs, pulling him back on its cock, seating him right on it. Its sheath rutted against his cheeks, the stiff coat scraping over Hector's absued hole, pulling another groan out of him, but he kept rutting back against it, asshole opening wider and wider until even the demon's sheath sunk into him, scraping raw inside his ass until it'd bottomed out entirely in him, hips flush together, the sheath alone filling him deeper than a man's cock could ever. The fat cockhead smashed through the glue plug he'd left inside Hector, his heavy issue
and the Amduscias' skirt was quickly
[executioner]
[hector/trevor]
[ in which hector acts as the demon part of the paring and trevor is the pure untainted soul (trevor is like okay so you're going up against dracula is there anything i can do to help and hector is all uhhhh, wellllll) and as a result trevor totally can't hold his evil and while they're fucking he starts sprouting whip-tentacles or something ]
[hector/isaac/dracula]