Chapter 4 - Magical Addition Cont.

"Well, it's time to pay up your end of the arrangement, girl." Jezebel said, standing up from her chair, her cock still stiff and at the ready. "You lost our bet fair and square, remember? Time to break in that sweet behind of yours. Bend over."

Rather than bend over, Sypha rolled to her feet and heaved herself towards the door. She was still sluggish and her bloated belly was sloshing with its payload, but she had no intentions of staying around. Even though she had no plan once she did escape, she just knew that the last thing she wanted was for that foot long beast to get anywhere near her virgin ass. Jezebel just watched her lurch towards the exit, hands on her hip and a sly smile on her face.

"Or you can resist, I guess." She muttered to herself, shaking her head. "I love it when you fight back. It really turns me on."

Glancing around the room briefly, she pointed towards the elegant curtains hanging over the windows and spoke a quick spell. At the conclusion, the rope cords tying the curtains to the side instantly jolted away and flew across the room towards the fleeing Sypha. Just as she reached for the door knob, Sypha found a rope wrapping around her wrist. Before she could register what was happening, the rope yanked her arm around behind her back. Still caught off guard, she was unable to even react before the opposite end of the same rope grabbed her other wrist and yanked that one behind her as well. In a matter of seconds, the rope had wound itself around both of her wrists, knotting them together tightly and rendering her arms useless.

At the same time, the second rope had latched onto her ankles and pulled them together, yanking her backwards away from the door. Sypha cried out as she fell forward and landed on her front before her voice was cut off by a mouthful of cum that was forced back up her throat as a result of landing on her bloated belly. Her cheeks bulging from the regurgitated jizz, she quickly expelled it in a fit of coughs, splattering the floor in front of her with white. Meanwhile, the rope around her ankle had not kept idle and was already finishing up with tying her ankles together, leaving her completely bound and open to any kind of assault that Jezebel saw fit to inflict. Snickering, the demon casually pranced over to her squirming captive and grabbed a handful of her blonde hair, pulling her messy face up off of the floor.

"See how infantile your human magic is when compared to that of a pureblood demon?" she whispered into Sypha's ear. "You should count your lucky stars that Lord Mordall declined to support Dracula in his endeavor. If he had chosen otherwise, Wallachia would certainly have been aflame long before your friends had the chance to slay the vampire king. Yes, you are quite fortunate that we find you humans such amusing playthings. We would never want to see you all wiped out of existence."

Stepping behind the splayed out girl, Jezebel grasped her curvaceous hips and pulled her up off the ground and to her knees, into a face down, ass up position. Sypha kicked and struggled with all of her limited might to break free from the magical ropes constraining her, but it was no use. She froze in place, however, when she felt a heavy weight slap down on her rear in intimidating fashion. It could only be one thing, of course, and it was clear that Jezebel had every intention of following through with her victory prize of their ridiculous and quite one-sided arrangement.

Cooing excitedly, Jezebel sawed her stiff cock, still slick with Sypha's throat-slime, between her ample cheeks. Hotdogging the girl's ass did little to sate her ever present lust, but it was clear from the noticeable shivers that it sent down Sypha's spine that it was quite the fear tactic and that was like gold for the sadistic bitch. She loved the heavy sense of fear and nervous anticipation that was practically radiating off of the human beneath her. Every tremor and quiver that was felt through the hands on Sypha's hips just made her tingle with pride, knowing that she was the root cause of it all.

Drawing back one last time, Jezebel leveled her fat head up with Sypha's rear entrance and gave a tiny, experimental push. As expected, the girl's tight, virgin ass had essentially no give to it and was not at all willing to permit anything entry, particularly something that was so large. Sypha, for her part, squealed when she felt the monstrous tip prodding her hole, and she resumed her earlier attempts to break loose from her bonds. As hopeless as it was, she knew the fate that was literally knocking on her door and was not at all ready to just accept it. Unbeknownst to her, she was just enhancing the dominatrix fire that was already raging in Jezebel with her fight and encouraging the demoness to continue.

Acquiescing her dark side, Jezebel put some more pressure behind her thrust, gasping as she heard the much louder squeals that came from it, and feeling Sypha's butt give ever so slightly. Licking her lips hungrily, she pressed down with her hands that were latched onto Sypha's hips, pinning her down and forcing her to arch her back, presenting her rear all the more enticingly to her, and then slowly pushed her own hips forth a bit more. Slowly but surely, she could feel Sypha's hole give way, forced to open up bit by bit and allow the first few millimeters access.

Even if she had been a bystander to it all, Jezebel would have known that Sypha's ass was losing the fight just based off the girl's body language. Her legs, tied together, were kicking in tandem in a hopeless bid for escape, and her arms were straining and wrenching at the ropes. Her squeaks and squeals, muffled by her face being pressed into the rug, were becoming higher and higher in pitch and the tone was becoming increasingly urgent with each sliver of demon cock that squeezed its way into her ass.

Unable to hold herself back entirely any longer, Jezebel bit down on her bottom lip and jabbed herself forward in a quick and powerful thrust. With a sudden give and muffled groan from the demon, the head of her fat dick popped into the blonde's rear. It was astounding to her how tight it was. It might have even been tighter than the throat she had recently occupied. Every sense of hers was alive from just this respectively miniscule amount of penetration. Her fingers were indenting Sypha's soft and pliable flesh with a fervor, her eyes were burning in the glorious sight of her fat length protruding from her toy's rear like a pin stuck in a pincushion, and her ears were drinking in the sound of the girl's muted scream that had filled the room upon successful entry. Her tip was being squeezed exceedingly forcefully by Sypha's ass, almost as though she couldn't tell whether it was trying to force her out or suck her in deeper. Like it was trying to drink the cum straight from her balls using her cock for a straw. Either way, Jezebel was going to give her more than just a taste and, to do that, she would need to get much, much deeper.

Holding her pet still with ease, she pressed on, gorging her psyche on the cries and squeaks of discomfort that accompanied every bit of progress she made into the girl's depths. It was almost enough to make her blow her load right then and there, but she retained enough control of herself and mentally eased off the trigger while she slowly descended further and further. Her two approaches were at war with themselves all the while. One part of her couldn't wait to jam forwards, eager to see the sight of her hips pressed firmly against Sypha's plush rear. The other part of her wanted to take this nice and slow, enjoying every teeny little bit that she conquered, savoring the exquisite human's first anal experience. In the end, her calm side kept hold of her actions and she maintained her snail's pace, smirking all the while and bathing in the ecstasy of each centimeter that disappeared from view.

In sharp contrast to Jezebel's bliss, Sypha was not having anywhere near as good of a time. She was absolutely certain that she was about to rip in half at any moment and be killed by the monster spearing her backside. Jezebel's cock had felt just as massive as it looked when it was plugging her throat up earlier, but somehow its size was even more evident as it was sliding into her tight ass, threatening to split her in two. Every single millimeter that was crammed into her straining hole felt like an inch and every inch felt like a foot. She could feel her insides being re-arranged and straightened out, stretching and adjusting to unwillingly accommodate the size of the foreign entity that was currently invading the premises. Still, there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. Her limbs were firmly bound and no amount of tugging was getting her anywhere closer to freedom and her body was being securely held down by her tormentor's strong grip. All she could do was muffle out her cries of displeasure and malcontent into the carpet that her face was stuffed into, hoping with each passing second that the ordeal would end before she lost her mind or was killed by cock, whichever happened first.

Jezebel, however, knew that no matter how ultra-tight the girl was and no matter how enormous her cock was, Sypha's ass would reluctantly stretch and give way. She might not be happy about it, but Sypha was going to be just fine. Well, her ass would be very, very sore and she would likely be walking funny for a couple days, but she certainly would not split in half. Jezebel would make sure of that, no matter what manner of demon beast ended up enjoying the human toy. She was not ready to lose her new pet so soon and she knew Mordall had plans to keep Sypha around as well. No, Sypha would make it through with little more than some lingering soreness and a tummy full of cum, nothing fatal. And so, Jezebel had all the confidence in the world to press onward, feeding her hardon deeper and deeper. Grinning mischievously, she let go of Sypha's hip with her right hand and grabbed a handful of her blonde hair, pulling the girl's face up off the rug. Turning it to the side, Jezebel leaned down over her prey, putting her lips to the blonde's ear.

"Just about halfway there, human." She whispered, her voice dripping with lust.

That was a lie. She had already managed to cram about eight of her twelve total inches in Sypha's ass. However, the slight alteration of fact gave her exactly the reaction she was hoping for. Two inches normally would not be any measurement of consequence, but in this situation, two inches made a world of difference. Sypha's pale face grew became even paler and her wide eyes grew ever wider. She had assumed that she would be feeling Jezebel's thighs touching her cheeks any second now, signaling that she had bottomed out. The realization, mistaken or not, that she was barely halfway to the base, terrified her and made her struggle all the harder, crying out when Jezebel jolted forward, pressing nearly a centimeter into her rear in one movement. Jezebel just licked her lips and drank in the shocked and horrified expression on her toy's face before using her hair handle to push her head back into the carpet, muffling her cries once more, and returning her grip to Sypha's hips to continue her escapade.

The deeper she went, the tighter it became and the harder it was for Jezebel to gain progress. Every little bit turned into a fight all on its own. Between her cock being thicker at the base, slightly increased friction from the additional penetration she had already achieved, and Sypha's adrenaline fueled struggle ramping up with each passing moment, the demon woman was not having an easy go of it. If she hadn't gotten plenty lubed up with a cocktail of saliva and cum from her earlier journey down Sypha's throat, it would have been nearly impossible for anyone of inferior strength to fit the anaconda she was sporting into a hole as tight as this. Of course, that just played right into her ego and lust all that much more. The feeling of dominating another part of her pet with each wiggle and thrust of her hips sent shivers of satisfaction through her body, making her decision to take this nice and slow absolutely worth it.

Finally, after nearly ten minutes of twisting and pushing her hips every which way, all the while still pinning her cocksleeve in place, Jezebel was a mere inch away from achieving her goal. Giggling to herself and sucking in a deep breath, she ratcheted down her grip on Sypha's waist even tighter and then yanked the girl back towards her while simultaneously thrusting her pelvis forward. In an instant, the remaining inch sunk into Sypha's ass, leaving the two females' curvy hips pressed firmly against each other.

A shrill shriek emanated up from Sypha's head as she found herself utterly impaled on the full length of Jezebel's cock. It felt like a century had passed since the demoness had begun to work on her rear and now she it felt like her brain was melting down, her little body fully overwhelmed by the massive penetration. She was certain that if her belly weren't currently bulging from her forced cum-guzzling earlier, she would be able to see the indentation of Jezebel's dick in her stomach. Her blood ran cold as another thought occurred to her, one that she hadn't really focused on until that moment. That was only the first stroke. She had no doubt that Jezebel intended to finish and that would undoubtedly require many, many more strokes before that took place. The ridiculous, humiliating, painful ordeal that had been only one stroke was going to be repeated over and over and over again and there was nothing she could do other than hope she didn't break, physically or mentally.

Jezebel was practically drooling as she stared down at where the two of them were adjoined. It looked just as hot as she had imagined it would. She was completely buried to the hilt inside of Sypha's snug butt. The only evidence of what was actually going on down there was the barely-visible root of Jezebel's penis and her heavy balls which were hanging down beneath, flush with the Sypha's pussy. Of course, the girl's frantic struggles and protestations probably would also let any bystander know that something wasn't exactly kosher. Those were the screams and squeals of a young lady who had just gotten her first taste of buttfucking, and she wasn't enjoying it. Jezebel loved those sounds and kept silently hoping for more and more of them, to which Sypha did not disappoint.

Jezebel indulged in the sights, sounds, and sensations for a bit longer, but she was even more eager to keep going. Holding the girl frozen in place with her strong grasp, she slowly pulled back her hips, retracting from Sypha's tight, grasping ass. It was harder than she had imagined it would be. Her butt gripped her so firmly that it was as though it didn't want to let her cock go, but rather pull it back inside until she was flush with the girl's luscious cheeks once more. And yet, the smooth feeling of Sypha's clenching walls was heavenly no matter which direction she was going, and she could, and would, be going right back in for seconds and thirds and so forth.

Reaching an optimal distance of retreat, her crown the only part of her rigid length still out of sight, Jezebel did exactly that. She reversed course, steadily driving herself right back from where she had just come. Unlike her first approach, which was plodding and leisurely, Jezebel opted for a much more deliberate entry her second time around. While it was still not fast by any means and she was hampered by the overwhelming constriction of Sypha's rear, she forced her way back in and her crotch was embracing the girl's butt in under a minute. Being a deviant and perverse being beneath her measured exterior, Jezebel took great pleasure in hearing her toy's discontent from the more speedy stretching she had received. In return, the quicker pace also felt extremely good to her and she was all too happy to up the pace to sate her ever-building lust.

Her twitching cock now regularly spurting bits of pre-cum, Jezebel found herself with far more lubrication and she was able to move a bit faster with every squirt of juice that she injected into Sypha's snug posterior. Her breathing became heavier and more and more erratic as she grew ever more aggressive, to the detriment of Sypha's poor behind. Jezebel's movements quickened on a steep curve, soon leaving her turtle-like pace in the past and diving headlong into the shoes of the proverbial rabbit. Her thrusting went faster and faster, her lungs soon heaving with effort and emotion, sweat beading all over her beautiful, bare body. Soon, the sound of flesh slapping flesh was louder than the demon woman's moans, nearly matching Sypha's muffled cries and shrieks.

Sypha's mind was spiraling. She still felt like she was going to rip in half, but now that assumption was even more of a certainty to her than before. Jezebel's hips were ramming into her at full speed now, driving that enormous beast of a cock into her ass at a blistering rate. Over and over, every second, her rear was forcefully molded around the shape of her dick, made to stretch and hug every ridge and vein present. Much like Jezebel, she too was panting and making a lot of noise, but it was for very different reasons. If her head wasn't stuck facedown into the elegant rug, she would surely have quite loudly voiced all those reasons to her tormentor. That is, if she were able to form sentences. With the way her mind was being fucked just as much as her ass, she wasn't certain she could manage speaking coherent statements.

"What's the matter, human?" Jezebel panted, still hammering away. "Are you not enjoying yourself?"

She mockingly waited for a response, knowing that she would not be receiving one.

"Aww, that's too bad." She pouted, her tone wavering as she bottomed out once more. "I would hate to think that I was the only one enjoying this. Since I'm such a good person, I think I'll give you a hand, okay? Well…not exactly a hand."

Giggling, a mischievous glint in her eyes, Jezebel curled her long tail around her body and directed it down to Sypha's legs. Without ever pausing or interrupting her own motions, she wiggled the tip of her tail about between the girl's smooth thighs, finding her target and gently stroking it. A sudden, high pitched squeal told her that she had located Sypha's clit, and she grinned evilly, repeating the action. When her dominant side was in charge, she loved to humiliate her sub and what better way to do that than to force an unwilling participant to orgasm and while being forcefully buttfucked no less.

Jezebel's tail was perfect for the job. Soft, dexterous, and agile, it would allow her to tease and play with Sypha's clit and lower lips all she wanted without ever stopping her action upstairs. Having used her tail for this sort of thing before, albeit mostly on herself, she knew exactly what to do and got right to it. Sypha released a symphony of squeals mixed in with her screams of discomfort and proving that she was on the right track. In addition, to Jezebel's delight, Sypha began to lose even more of her muscle control and her ass would sporadically tighten up even more on her, squeezing her cock deliciously.

Sypha couldn't believe it. Was this witch really trying to drive her to orgasm? Were there no depths to which she would stoop? Not only was she happily plowing her unwilling rear, but now she was going to force pleasure onto her in this situation? Crying out as Jezebel's talented tail tickled and rubbed her pussy, she resolved herself to refusing this indignity. No matter what, she would not be giving this demon the pleasure of humiliating her with an orgasm. It was simply not going to happen. If this was a battle of wills, she would not back down.

Of course, that was easier said than done. Despite the ironbound will she had on this issue, despite her mental resistance to the well-versed appendage working on her, and even despite the burning of the fat rod still pummeling her butt, she could feel body reacting to the touches. Her muscles were trembling, and she was panting even more than before. Juices were dripping down her thighs, joining her profuse sweat along the way and soaking into the carpet below. Her squeaks and squeals that interjected her cries of pain were becoming higher pitched and shriller with every passing minute. She was losing the fight. Her body was betraying her. Had she not been worn down by Jezebel's pounding dick, she might have resisted. Unfortunately, that was not the case. Her concentration was askew, her thoughts were whirling, and her exhausted body, now running on adrenaline alone, was giving up the ghost. In her increasingly hazy mind, she tried a few last ditch attempts to impede her orgasm. She bit her tongue and jabbed her fingernail into her palm, but it only bought her a few seconds. Finally, unable to hold out any longer, Sypha gave in and allowed the climax she had been staving off to take hold of her.

A piercing scream filled the room and Jezebel smirked, knowing that she had accomplished her goal. To her surprise, accompanying that scream, Sypha's ass tightened up more than ever before. Letting out a cry of her own, Jezebel hilted herself into the girl's constricting rear just as her own orgasm burst forth. A veritable hose unleashed itself into the poor girl, flooding her insides with shot after shot of demon cum. Jezebel ground her hips fiercely into Sypha's backside, gasping and groaning in ecstasy, her climax showing no signs of stopping any time soon. She forced pint upon pint of hot jizz directly into her pet, uncaring for anything else other than her all-encompassing pleasure that had overtaken her. She couldn't speak, think, or really do anything other than hold her cocksleeve dead still, making sure she got every last drop of her climax where it belonged.

Whimpering blissfully, Jezebel came down from her heights and let out a long, contented sigh. Her erection was finally showing signs of waning and she retracted her softening cock from Sypha's ass, watching happily as the hole quickly closed right back up behind her, not a single drop escaping. Stretching and yawning, she fell to her side on the carpet, lounging lazily as she took in the glorious visage of her pet.

Sypha was gone. Whether she was passed out or simply fucked silly, Jezebel didn't know. All she knew was that the girl's eyes were rolled back in her skull and she was unresponsive, her mouth open and drooling onto the rug. In addition, the girl's bloated belly was now far bigger than before. Now containing two massive demon loads, Sypha's tummy was now bulging to an absurd level, giving her the appearance of a mother nine months pregnant. It was incredibly hot for Jezebel, knowing that she was the cause of the girl's impromptu, faux baby bump. It was almost a good enough sight for her to want to go a third round. However, with Sypha passed out and unable to give any reaction, it wouldn't be nearly as much fun for the demoness who preferred her victims lively and struggling. Snickering to herself, Jezebel spoke a quick spell, reverting her groin back to normal, her cock melting out of sight and her pristine pussy coming back into view. Finished with her fun for now, she stood up and stretched before heading over to the windows to get some fresh air in her sex-heavy room.