Chapter 3 - Magical addition

Sypha groaned and lifted herself off the mattress, stretching her muscles, still a bit sore from her ordeal with the face-sitting demoness yesterday. After an appropriate amount of humiliating torture had been induced on her, Jezebel had finally let her free, utterly exhausted. She had had to take another bath since she was practically drenched in girl juices, but the water did feel good again and at least she had been allowed to rest afterwards.

Jezebel had led her to a room somewhere in the castle and informed her that this was where she would be staying. It was a surprisingly nice room, actually. Just the sort of plush guest room one would expect to find in a castle like this. The canopy bed was big and comfortable and the fancy adornments and moldings covering the walls and ceiling matched the rest of the estate; stark white with purple flourishes. There was a few other pieces of furniture as well. A couple of chairs, a dresser, which was empty, and an assortment of other decorative tables and mirrors and such. Of course, the door had been locked behind her and the floor-to-ceiling windows had some kind of magical barrier in place that kept her from exiting them, even when they were open. Not that she would know what to do if she even did escape her room. She had no idea how to get back to her own dimension and she would surely be caught before she had the chance to find out so, for now, she was stuck.

It was impossible for her be sure of the time, since the sky seemed to be always dark here and the bright moon was the only natural light in this world, but there was a beautiful bronze clock on the wall of her room. She had only seen one mechanical clock before in Wallachia, the seekers being quite poor, and this one looked to be of exceptional quality. Of course, it was probably crafted using magic so that was to be expected. Still, at least she knew that it was supposedly nine o'clock in the morning by human time.

Padding over to the full length mirror that was hanging in the room, Sypha looked over her appearance. She raised her arms and turned from side to side to check for bruises from her encounter yesterday. Satisfied that she didn't see any, she leaned in and examined her collar, ignoring her nakedness. The collar itself looked like it was made out of solid gold which shone in the light of the light of the candles burning around the room. There were runes of some language she had never encountered before etched into the metal, probably detailing whatever enchantments had been laid onto the collar.

Just as she was spinning the collar around to look at the rest of the graphs, she suddenly got a familiar queasy feeling in her stomach and her vision blurred for an instant. When her sight returned and the sensation stopped, she stumbled and almost fell, finding herself in another, much larger and more grand room.

"So, you finally woke up, huh?" Jezebel's voice came from behind her.

Sypha turned, still finding her bearings from the teleportation spell, and laid eyes on the woman, who was lounging in a comfortable looking chair, one leg crossed over the other. Setting aside the teacup she had evidently been drinking from, she stood and strode towards the blonde, who shrunk down a bit, nervously, as the beautiful demon approached.

"You humans sure sleep a lot." Jezebel remarked, coming to stand in front of Sypha.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Sypha asked, confused. "Demons sleep as well. You only come at night to attack."

"Oh, that?" Jezebel laughed. "No, the half-breeds are just weak during the day so they choose to raid when it's dark out. They don't sleep when they leave, though."

"Demons don't sleep?"

"Of course we do. However, our concept of days is quite different to yours. In the demon realms, what we consider one day would be about a week for you humans, so our circadian cycles are quite different. Whereas you sleep every night, we go six human days awake and then sleep for a full day, if that makes sense. I don't expect you to understand, of course."

"Well?" Sypha demanded, biting back her anger at being treated like a fool. "What do you want with me this time?"

"Oh, Mordall actually left me a task to take care of while he is gone." Jezebel smiled at her. "He wants some slight…decorations…taken care of."

"Decorations?"

Sypha didn't quite like the sound of that.

"Yes, I think that is a good description. You see, I have an especial aptitude for cosmetic magic. This is uncommon among most demons, so Mordall asked me to take care of it personally."

"What is cosmetic magic?" Sypha wondered aloud.

"Well, now is a perfect time to show you." Jezebel replied, clearly excited. "I hate to alter my form at all and I don't get the opportunity much to do it to humans so this is a rare treat for me. Stand still, please, Sypha."

Without pausing to see if Sypha actually followed her instruction, Jezebel pointed to the girl's body and began tracing imaginary lines in the air with her index finger. Sypha thought she might have been writing letters out with her finger, but she couldn't follow it at all or make out any of what she was writing. After a minute, Jezebel stopped and stepped back a bit, a big smile on her face.

"There we go!" she chirped. "All done."

"What?" Sypha looked down, puzzled. "But I didn't feel anythi-…AAAH!"

Sypha let out a yell as a sudden burning sensation manifested on her skin in various places on her body. It was a feeling she couldn't quite describe. She wasn't quite being burned and she wasn't quite being stabbed or cut. She really had no idea what it was. Through half clenched eyes, she could see traces of black magic residue curling off her skin in each location where she could feel pain. Finally, after several difficult seconds, the burning stopped and the pain retreated immediately.

Letting out a pent up breath, Sypha fully opened her eyes and examined herself again. A yelp escaped her mouth as she saw exactly what Jezebel's cosmetic magic had been used on her for. At various places on her limbs and torso, there were now words on her. They weren't tattoos, she didn't think. At least, if they were tattoos, they were the cleanest and most perfect tattoos she had ever seen. Struggling to read upside-down, Sypha was even less amused to see the perverse words that had been put on her.

With each one she read, her face grew hotter and hotter with embarrassment. Above her pussy at her waistline were the words 'Baby Maker' with a delicate arrow pointing down. On the inside of her right thigh was the word 'Breed' and on the inside of her left was 'Me'. Squishing her breasts down, she could see that, right beneath them, Jezebel had written 'Milk Jugs' and, the cherry on top was the 'Demon Cocksleeve' adorning her tummy. Peeking over her shoulder, she could just make out half of the word 'Cumslut' that had been printed on her lower back. She knew that there was more written back there, but she would need the mirror back in her room to survey the full extent of her new look. Needless to say, she was furious.

"This is disgraceful!" she exclaimed, staring down at herself in shock. "I look like a whore!"

"I think it looks great on you." Jezebel purred, running a finger over the word 'Cocksleeve' and tracing her way up Sypha's abdomen to stroke 'Milk' with her thumb. "But there's something missing. Hmmm…Oh, I know!"

Stepping in close to the nervous girl, Jezebel ran her thumbs quickly over her nipples, drawing a squeak from the blonde. That squeak quickly morphed into another yelp of pain as Sypha felt a sharp and sudden discomfort in her nipples that, like before, faded almost instantaneously. Looking down with some trepidation, Sypha gasped, indignantly, seeing that her nipples were now pierced. She had some simple, black, matching piercings in each one, but even their simplistic design was more than enough to elevate her whorish appearance to a new level.

"Oh, that is perfect!" Jezebel praised herself. "Although…I should probably make them purple or Mordall will get mad. It is his color, after all."

Snapping her fingers with a sigh, Jezebel easily changed the color of the piercings to match Mordall's natural purple color, wishing she could have left it in her pitch-black color instead.

"Is this seriously what you do with your magic?!" Sypha demanded, fuming.

"Oh, so you're interested in cosmetic magic, are you?" Jezebel perked up.

"What?!" Sypha spluttered. "Of course, I'm n-…"

"Then you'll really be interested in this one." Jezebel interrupted her. "I developed this spell recently. It's extremely advanced. I doubt anyone but me can pull it off."

Chanting a few words in her native language that went right over Sypha's head, Jezebel made a few more signs in the air and then traced out a few more on her own body. When she stopped speaking and placed her arms down, A low, black glow began to emit from between her legs. Sypha watched, confused, as the section of her dress in front of her groin began to move and shift outwards slightly, indicating a bulge of some sort. Jezebel snapped her fingers, making the dress disappear, and Sypha's jaw dropped.

Between her flawless legs, right where her pussy normally was, Jezebel was now sporting a fat, semi-erect penis. It didn't appear to be quite as large as Mordall's, but it still dwarfed any human member by leaps and bounds. Accompanying the new appendage was a pair of hefty balls hanging just below. Studying her completed work, Jezebel experimentally poked at the dick with one finger, a slight gasp leaving her mouth as the stimulation on her sensitive rod was read by her brain, as she had designed the spell to do. She had only ever used this spell a couple times, solo, simply as proof of concept. She had yet to actually use said organ as intended but now, she licked her lips, raising her eyes from her lower body and to her current prey, the little, blonde human standing nervously before her, staring dumbfounded at the spell's result.

"What do you think, Sypha?" Jezebel asked, excitedly, not waiting for an answer. "Oh, I can't wait to finally try this out."

Bouncing happily, Jezebel turned and sauntered back over to the chair she had been waiting in earlier and seated herself again, facing Sypha.

"Come on over, Sypha." Jezebel urged. "I want the same treatment that you gave Mordall."

Unlike with Mordall, though, Sypha was relieved to find that Jezebel didn't, or possibly couldn't, use the same magical speech compulsion she had been forced to obey. So, she opted to stubbornly just stand there, refusing to move an inch toward. Narrowing her eyes, Jezebel lazily raised her hand and snapped her fingers again. Sypha immediately found out what other enchantments were built into her collar as a surge of electricity erupted around her neck, shocking her and making her body go completely rigid, a shrill scream leaving her. She stayed like that, muscles locked in place by the voltage, for a few seconds before Jezebel finally cut off the magic, leaving Sypha panting and shaking.

"Don't make have to repeat myself, girl." Jezebel warned in a sweet voice.

Swallowing, Sypha bit back her pride and walked towards the demon. She had only taken a step or two before Jezebel raised a hand, stopping her in her tracks.

"I said I wanted the same treatment as Mordall, Sypha." Jezebel crooned, a seductive grin on her face. "Get down on your knees and crawl."

She pointed at the floor in front of her chair, nodding encouragingly. Sypha, eager to avoid another shock, reluctantly dropped to her hands and knees and began to slowly crawl her way across the floor, covering the span separating them. Jezebel uncrossed and spread her legs as Sypha approached, allowing her room to settle between her legs, looking up at the face of her temporary master.

"Give it a kiss."

Dismay clouding her brain, Sypha rigidly leaned in and planted a halfhearted smooch on the crown of the semi-hard length. As her soft lips brushed against it, it began to stir and respond to the feminine touch, slowly stiffening and rising to full mast until it towered over Sypha. Her guess had been correct. It was not quite as long as Mordall, perhaps twelve inches, but that was still far more than she had ever intended to encounter in her life, and the girth was just as fat as the demon lord's.

"Hurry up and get to it, human. Start worshipping my balls with that mouth of yours."

Snapped from her stare-down with the intimidating length, Sypha grimaced and leaned in, the stiff shaft rubbing along her face until she met bottom, her lips pressed into Jezebel's sack. Copying from memory as best she could the movements and mannerisms from the previous day's humiliating experience, she began to suck and kiss at the first ball, trying to keep her tongue tucked away safely in the back of her mouth to avoid touching it to the fat nuts as much as possible. Above her, Jezebel was squeaking and moaning, so she guessed she must be doing it right and moved on to the twin orb next to it.

"Come on, use your tongue." Jezebel ordered.

Her mood souring even further, Sypha did as she was told and added her tongue into the mix, timidly swirling it around on the behemoth occupying half of her mouth. A subsequent, louder moan informed her that the addition was appreciated so she gave up trying to save her tongue's modesty and put it into the fray permanently, prodding and lapping wherever it could to keep the unwilling girl's mistress happy. Drool began to pool in Sypha's mouth, dripping down her chin and eventually falling into a steadily growing pool on the edge of the chair and the floor. As she moved about from sphere to sphere, her face rubbing against places she had already serviced, additional saliva was spread around her face. It didn't change her appearance that much, only making her a tad bit messier, but to Sypha, it felt like she was a sloppy whore and her insides churned and cringed as she imagined just how she looked right now with a fat penis laid out on her messy face and her mouth stuffed with a demon's balls. She couldn't get any lower than this.

"All right, girl, I'm falling asleep up here. You can start to suck now."

Things just sunk lower. Biting back her pride even further once more, Sypha released the orb she was currently polishing from her mouth, letting it fall free, shiny with her spit. She flinched as Jezebel teasingly slapped the heavy shaft against her face, giggling at the blonde's cute reaction before leveling the behemoth snake down and pointing it directly at the opening it sought after. Her tummy doing another somersault, Sypha leaned in, opening wide, and captured the wide head in her mouth.

Just like the last time, Sypha's mouth was completely filled by just the head alone, a mere fraction of the entirety of the dick. Jezebel, for her part, groaned lewdly at the sensation of her first blowjob and bit her bottom lip, intoxicated by the feeling. She knew exactly why males liked this so much now. It was heavenly.

Sypha began to slowly move, bobbing her head back and forth as she took the head of Jezebel's cock in time after time. She still had essentially no knowledge of what she was doing, this being her second time performing oral sex in her life, but she, unfortunately, had the muscle memory of her body's forced actions during Mordall's blowjob and she did her best to mimic what she could recall. Her lips formed a tight seal around the outside. Of course, they were already stretched thin from the meaty intruder anyways, but she still made sure to tighten it up as much as possible. Her teeth, she kept clear out of the way, common sense telling her that it would not be pleasant for either of them if she ended up accidentally hurting Jezebel.

As for her tongue, she picked up where she had left off moments earlier with Jezebel's sack. She swirled, rubbed, tickled, and massaged every square millimeter that she could reach, taking note of which spots seemed to get the most reaction from Jezebel and then spending more and more time focusing on them in an attempt to speed the process up and end her embarrassment. Her only solace was the hope that Jezebel might not be as mean as Mordall had been and make her go any deeper and end up choking.

"Go deeper, Sypha."

Shit. She should have known it would be coming. This was a demon she was dealing with, after all. The words 'kindness' and 'compassion' probably weren't even in their stupid demon language. Still, maybe she could get by with just taking another inch in and finishing it off that way. She was pretty sure she could manage that much without any issues. To be sure, though, she took it in small increments at a time. A few millimeters on one bob, a brave centimeter, then back to a couple millimeters per stroke again. She kept descending bit by bit until she was sure that she was at the absolute max she could take in without triggering her reflex. It took a few more bobs of her head to get the depth and rhythm right, but she soon managed to do so, fulfilling Jezebel's request and keeping herself out of harm's way.

Sypha could hear the lustful cries and gasps of pleasure from Jezebel floating their way down to her ear. Beautiful, sweet, feminine sounds that didn't nearly match the obscene actions she was inflicting on Sypha, but it was still evocative nonetheless. In another situation, in another lifetime, Sypha would have liked to listen to that divine voice, full of emotion and glee, cry out day after day after day. Unfortunately, she was not in another situation or lifetime. She was stuck on her knees with an absurdly thick penis wedged in her mouth. The groans of ecstasy only added to her humiliation, knowing that she was just being used like a sex object for the perverse pleasure of some otherworldly being.

In addition to the vocal emissions telling their story of satisfaction, Jezebel's body also spoke a thousand words. Sypha could feel and see her leg muscles trembling and tensing in response to her overwhelming sense of bliss powering her brain. In the face of her first blowjob, she was losing a bit of control on her limbs. As time passed, that seemingly loss of control extended to other areas of her. Jezebel became increasingly worked up and excited, her body twitching and moving more and more. Sypha, lost in her grueling task, flinched as she felt Jezebel's hand come to rest on her bobbing head. She stopped her movement, confused and nervous, only to quickly restart at the demon's snappy "Keep going!".

Keep going is exactly what she did, pushing her aching jaw and tired tongue to the back of her mind, determined to complete this and set herself free. Suddenly, without warning, Jezebel's other hand joined the first on the back of Sypha's head, her slender fingers entangling themselves in the girl's blonde hair. Sypha squeaked, surprised, and looked up at Jezebel who just smiled down at her, evilly.

"Sorry, Sypha, but Mordall is a much more patient and collected person than I am." She panted, her eyes gleaming excitedly.

Sypha, recognizing that look as the one that had come across Jezebel's face just seconds before Sypha disappeared under her rear for a couple hours. Fear of what unknown was to come overpowering the fear of the electric collar, Sypha quickly attempted to retract her head, only to find that Jezebel's grip which, up until that point had been lax, was now as sturdy as iron, keeping her in place with ease. Instead of going backwards, she found herself suddenly yanked forward by said iron grip, the tip of Jezebel's cock stabbing against the back of her mouth.

Instantly, Sypha's entire body spasmed as her gag reflex was violently triggered, attempting to force out the too-deep invader, with no avail. A shallow pull back from Jezebel and rapid follow up stroke ripped another equally vulgar gag from the girl. By the third stroke, Sypha's watery eyes were shut tight as a response to the choking. By the fourth stroke, which was now beginning to batter in the barrier keeping the intruder from entering her throat, Sypha was frantically tapping her hands against Jezebel's smooth thighs, pleading for mercy that never came. Instead, the fear and desperation just fueled Jezebel's dominant side all the more, making the fire burn even hotter and making her want more.

Standing up from her chair and taking a half step forward, Jezebel adjusted her grip on Sypha's head. Sypha now found herself in an even more compromising position, with Jezebel's tall, graceful frame towering over her. Normally, someone so beautiful and enrapturing wouldn't be considered menacing. However, with the look on her face and the difference in their current positions, Sypha's heart dropped, and her blood ran cold, knowing that she was in for a whole lot more. She was proved to be correct when the head of Jezebel's cock slammed back into her again, pummeling against her uvula and making her retch. Her hands continued to slap against the demoness's legs and hips, but it was useless. The difference in their physical strengths was not something she was going to overcome.

"You have a tight throat, human." Jezebel breathed, readying for another strike. "Well, I haven't ever actually experienced one firsthand, of course, but I am having some difficulty getting in. Why don't you open up for me?"

Rather than open up, Sypha's muscles only tensed all the more and her hand curled into a fist, punching at Jezebel's waist, who remained unfazed.

"No matter." She continued. "I'll get in. Don't you worry. It will just take a little bit of…work!"

On the last word, she dragged Sypha's head back towards her, inputting a bit more effort than her lackadaisical strokes prior. Even with how tight Sypha's virgin throat was, under the pressure of a demon's superior power, it stood no chance. The barrier held up for a second at most and then gave in. With a squelching shriek from Sypha and a gasping cry of pleasure from Jezebel, half of the demon cock sank past Sypha's lips, lodging itself in the narrow passage. Sypha's eyes clenched tighter, reflexive tears falling down her face as her throat fruitlessly attempted to eject the blockage. The only result was a series of violent chokes and gurgles that fell deliciously on Jezebel's ears, making her giggle to herself.

"That's better." She laughed, feeling her toy struggling in her grasp. "But we have so much more to go."

Pulling back an inch or so to reset herself, Jezebel plunged herself into the depths of her first human throat, burying herself now approximately three quarters down the hatch. Moaning ecstatically, the demoness retreated once more and then jabbed herself in, pushing nearly to the base. Frowning as she noticed the remaining inch or so separating Sypha's lips from her groin, Jezebel braced her hands and gave a short, strong yank, drawing the girl in and sealing the deal.

Sypha's eyes finally opened as she felt her nose collide with something soft and warm. To her surprise, her field of view was completely dominated by the smooth tummy of Jezebel. That could only mean one thing. The entirety of that beastly cock was now buried to the hilt down her esophagus, threatening to nearly enter her damn stomach. Shock temporarily blinded her from the situation, but she was quickly brought back to reality when Jezebel drew her hips back only to slam them against her face, squishing her nose again.

Laughing with glee, Jezebel settled into a somewhat erratic yet steady pattern of withdrawing about halfway and then forcing herself straight back down. Sypha's throat felt absolutely perfect. It was as tight as any hole she could have ever asked for. The constant deluge of saliva and the warmth made for an excellent hot, wet cocksleeve that sent tingles of pleasure through her body with every move she made. On top of that, the whole excursion was feeding her sadistic side like nothing else. Unfortunately for Sypha, Jezebel had neglected it for a while lately and the burning hunger to dominate and toy with someone had taken over her psyche. All too happy to indulge, Jezebel continued to saw her way in and out of Sypha's novice throat, chewing on her bottom lip to keep from screaming in bliss.

Sypha, on the other hand, was experiencing the exact opposite. Her previously untouched windpipe was being stretched and bulged constantly, keeping her from drawing in enough air to be comfortable. The best she could manage was to squeak some occasional gasps in through her flared nostrils. That is, when her nose wasn't crammed against Jezebel's navel. Breathing problems aside, her gag reflex was constantly working, painfully and pitifully trying to expel the immovable object that was Jezebel's cock. As a result, Sypha was left spluttering and choking, just trying to keep up with the pounding shaft sliding down her gullet.

It went on and on for what seemed like hours until, without warning, Jezebel pulled herself out of Sypha's throat completely. Sypha collapsed to her hands, coughing and retching. Her face was a mess of saliva and precum and she truly looked like a whore now in addition to feeling like one. Recovering, she braced herself for Jezebel's load to splatter her body, but to her surprise, it never came. Still coughing, she looked up at the demon woman through half open, watery eyes.

"Your mouth is superb, human." Jezebel praised, her cock, still rigid and coated in slick spit, throbbing intently. "But I would love to test out another one of your holes. I can't use your pussy yet. I know that Mordall loves to fuck his girls before anyone else. However, there's one more place I can venture."

A chill ran down Sypha's spine as her brain did a quick process of elimination and came up with the only viable answer remaining. Her ass.

"No!" she croaked, her eyes wide as saucers. "You can't! Not there! You will split me in half! I will die!"

"You won't die…probably." Jezebel joked. "I'm sure I'll be a perfect fit for you."

"Please do not fuck my ass!" Sypha pleaded, another series of coughs wracking her body.

"Awww." Jezebel crooned in a mockingly sweet tone. "You sound scared. Is it something I said?"

With all the intention to go ahead and take Sypha's tight rear, regardless, a sudden bout of inspiration came to Jezebel and she stopped, thinking it over.

"Okay, human." She finally said. "I'll make a deal with you. I'm going to put my dick back down your throat. If you can get free before I cum, I won't fuck you. To make things fair, I won't even use my arms or legs in any way to hinder you. You just have to get my fat cock out of your mouth, and you win. However, If I win, I will be taking that sweet behind of yours. Deal?"

Sypha glared up at the woman, somewhat trepidatious. She was loath to make any sort of bargain with a demon, but she had no choice. At least this way she had a chance of sparing her butt from that rod. Besides, it seemed easy enough. She was confident she could do it.

"Deal." She replied. "And remember. No arms or legs allowed. You have to let me do it on my own."

"Great!" Jezebel smiled down at her. "Now back down your throat we go. Open up."

Still somewhat reluctant, Sypha parted her lips once more. Jezebel instantly surged forward, stuffing her engorged head into her mouth and ramming her way eagerly down Sypha's throat until her lips were once again stretched around the very base of it, as deep as was possible. Satisfied, Jezebel took a step back, pulling Sypha along with her, and sat down in her chair to relax during the contest. Grinning at the already floundering girl, she held up three fingers and counted down the start of the bet.

As soon as her last finger dropped, Sypha brought her own hands up to Jezebel's curvaceous hips and pushed herself away. Unsurprisingly, the demoness's fat cock was lodged tight in her snug throat, making the task a bit more difficult than one would expect from a bystander's perspective. Still, she managed to pry herself up inch by inch, millimeter by millimeter. More and more of Jezebel's shaft appeared with each passing second. It was slow going but, before long, she was over halfway to her goal and moving a bit faster than before.

'Yes!' Sypha thought to herself when there was only an inch or so left in her throat. 'I am going to win this bet, demon!'

Just as the tip popped free from her throat and she was about to pull herself all the way off, Sypha noticed a blur of movement from the corner of her eye. Something akin to a black cable that she was unable to make out clearly whipped towards her head. Quick as lightning, it wrapped itself around her neck, stopping her in her tracks with surprising strength. Her hands quickly went up to her neck to try to pry the mystery thing off of her, but despite its slender, velvety feel, it was like trying to unwrap a blacksmith's bicep from around her neck.

Before she could even figure out what was going on, the cable-thing yanked her back down towards Jezebel. Her throat, caught unawares, didn't stand a chance to keep the invader out any more than it did before and, with a little effort from the unknown appendage, Sypha found herself right back where she started. Staring at Jezebel's navel, twelve inches of thick, esophagus stretching meat buried to the hilt in her. She couldn't believe it! She was this close to winning! What the hell just happened to her and what the hell was that thing wrapped around her neck holding her down?!?! A gurgling squeal of outrage left found its way up to Jezebel and the smug demon leaned back in her chair so she could look down and meet Sypha's eyes.

"I'm honoring our terms." She confirmed, innocently, holding up her idle hands so that the girl could see. "I'm using neither my hands nor my legs. However, we never said anything about my tail."

Tail??? Sure enough, the black, velvety-looking tip of a tail of some sort came into view in front of Sypha's eyes and she stared at it, utterly confused.

"All demons have tails." Jezebel carried on, playing her innocent act while simultaneously basking in the spasming walls that were squeezing and massaging her entire length. "You didn't know? True, I usually keep mine hidden with magic. It can get in the way a lot, you know. Like, for instance, sitting in chairs. Also, it can be a hazard in battle. You wouldn't want your enemy grabbing your tail and pulling you off balance now, would you? Anyways, we never included that in our terms so it's fair game. You still have a little bit of time before I blow. You had better get to it or you'll lose our bet."

She has a tail?! No one had told Sypha that Jezebel had a tail! That was cheating! She should have known that a demon would never play fair. Why had she expected that this would be something she could easily win. Still, the prospect of being buttfucked by the enormous rod currently embedded in her windpipe was more than enough to keep her from quitting now and she renewed her struggles, furiously trying to escape. Her fingers first went to where the long, black tail was wrapped several times around her neck and attempted to pry it loose. Unfortunately, its slim circumference belied its inhumane strength, and she was unable to budge it even a little bit. Cursing and choking on a foot of thick girlmeat, Sypha went back to strategy number one. Her hands went to Jezebel's waist and tried to push her head up and out of her crotch. Unfortunately, she seemed to be unable to make any headway there either.

"Keep fighting, girl." Jezebel purred, feeling herself approach her apex. "No time to waste now."

Sensing the shaft blockading her esophagus begin to throb and swell, denoting the approach of Jezebel's orgasm, Sypha's struggles became more and more frantic. She pushed and wrenched and twisted with all her might, furiously trying to break free, but not a single millimeter left her lips. Jezebel just smirked down at the distressed girl and shook her head, her strong tail easily keeping her sleeve in place.

"Too late, Sypha." She whispered.

And then, the dam let loose. Sypha felt an angry throb run through the length of the shaft interred in her throat and then a torrent of cum erupted inside of her. Sypha squealed and gagged, fighting with everything in her to avoid the load, but her luck was unchanged. Jezebel threw her head back as the second burst of jizz powered out and let out a cry of euphoria. God, she loved using this new spell of hers and this orgasm was like nothing she had every experienced. Letting loose with her vocal cords, her hands now fumbled their way back to Sypha's combative head and held her still, her hips rolling and grinding into her face in an impossible attempt to somehow get even deeper. The overwhelming pleasure was practically intoxicating, and she wanted to stay like this forever.

Sypha was not having as good of a time. After nearly a minute of being force fed stream after stream of hot demon spunk, she was now quickly running out of air. Her nose had long since become clogged up with cum when her initial round of chokes forced some up the only possible way other than down into her stomach. With her nostrils stuffed with thick, hot jizz and her throat perpetually plugged with thick, hot cock, she was unable to get in any air at all and was quickly running out. Her lungs were starting to burn and her stomach, filled after only the first two flood-like jets of cum, was beginning to ache. And yet, still, more cum came. Every reflexive attempt by her body to take in some oxygen only bore another pulse of hot semen that quickly was expelled down her throat and into her forcefully expanding tummy.

Finally, just when she was sure she was going to black out, the flood slowed to a stream and Jezebel's tail unraveled itself from around her neck. Desperate to breathe, Sypha used the last of her strength to pry herself away from Jezebel's groin. To her relief, the demon woman did not stop her this time and permitted her to extract the neck-stretching length, freeing up her windpipe after what had seemed like an eternity. Collapsing to her hands and knees, Sypha was reduced to a coughing, wheezing mess. Her face was a mess, her nose was a mess, her mouth was a mess, and her throat was sore as all hell from the exorbitant abuse it had endured.

Coughing up another glob of cum, and taking a few shaky breaths, Sypha fell to her side and rolled to lay on her back on the floor, her chest heaving in the sweet, sweet air. To her shock and dismay, she now had a prominent bulge on her generally flat belly, a result of the copious amounts of seminal fluid she had just been forced to drink. It looked like she was a few months pregnant when, in reality, she was just stuffed full of cum.

"Did you have fun?" Jezebel giggled, stroking her still-hard cock. "That was all real cum, you know. The genuine stuff, straight from a male demon. I crafted that spell, too. It's a variation of a warp gate spell used in tandem with some elemental magic and draws the cum right from the male's balls to feed my own cock. That particular load came from one of the demon half-breeds in Mordall's forces. He probably had no idea why he just had a spontaneous orgasm but I'm sure he's glad there was no mess to clean up."

She laughed and sighed, wistfully, thinking about the image of the poor, unknowing demon stopping all of the sudden, his long, fat cock twitching and pulsing as a result of her magic. It was almost enough to turn on her submissive side. Almost. Shaking her head, she continued on rambling, watching as Sypha kept gasping in air.

"I can do it with any male, actually. So long as I have met them in person before, I can cast the spell on them any time. Hey, if you ever want to have a child with a certain man and he turns you down, I can always help you out. Maybe you want to have the baby of a certain Belmont hunter, hmm? I would be happy to knock you up. Anyways, it looks like you have recovered enough now. Time to get on with the main event."