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Unable to handle the lust coursing through your body, you give up and collapse, hoping the mob will get you off.

In seconds, the squirming red bodies swarm over you, blotting the rest of the room from your vision. You can feel their scrabbling fingers and hands tearing off your samurai armor, exposing your body to their always hungry eyes. Their loincloths disappear as their growing demonic members make themselves known, pushing the tiny flaps of fabric out of the way or outright tearing through them. You’re groped, touched, and licked all over, drowning in a sea of long tongues and small nude bodies.

You’re grabbed by the chin, and your jaw is pried open to make room for a swollen dog-dick. It’s shoved in without any warmup or fan-fare, and you’re forced to taste his pre in the back of your throat. You don’t dare bite down or resist in such a compromised position, and you’re forced to try and suppress your gag reflex and keep your teeth back as he pushes the rest of the way in, burying his knot behind your lips.

Most of the crowd centers itself around your lower body, taking a good long look at your tight ass. An intrepid imp steps forwards and pushes his member into the unfilled orifice. You’re stretched wide by the massive and unexpectedly forceful intrusion. The tiny corrupted nodules stroke every inch of your interior, eliciting uncontrollable spasms from your inner muscles. The unintentional dick massage gives your rapist a wide smile, and he reaches down to smack your ass over and over again throughout the ordeal.

Some of the other imps, feeling left out, fish out your girthy shaft. They pull their own members alongside yours and begin humping against you, frotting as their demonic lubricants coat the bundle of cock with slippery slime. Tiny hands bundle the dicks together and you find yourself enjoying the stimulation in spite of the brutal fucking you’re forced to take. Pre bubbles up, mixing with the demonic seed that leaks from your captors members until your crotch is sticky with frothing pre.

As one, the crowd of demons orgasm. Hot spunk gushes into your ass, filling you with uncomfortable pressure. Your mouth is filled with a wave of thick cream. Plugged as you are by the demon’s knot, you’re forced to guzzle down the stuff, lest you choke on his tainted baby-batter. Finally, your own orgasm arrives, and your shaft unloads, splattering the many demons with a bit of your own seed. You’d smile if your mouth wasn’t so full of cock. At least you got to make a mess of them!
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Powerless and in the throes of post-coital bliss, you don’t object as you’re lifted on the table and forced to start drinking bottle after bottle of succubi milk. You pass out just as round two is getting started, but the demons don’t seem to mind....

You wake up, sore from the previous activity and a bit groggy. You try to move, but find yourself incapable. Struggling futilely, you thrash around until you realize your arms and legs are strapped down with heavy iron restraints. You gasp out loud when you look down and discover your new tits, wobbling with every twist and movement you make. You’re stark naked, save for a sheer and somewhat perverse nurse’s outfit. The room around you looks to be empty, though you can see a number of blankets piled in the corners and a few cages full of spooge-covered faeries, all snoring contently.

Eventually a lone imp enters the room. It’s Zetaz! He looks you up and down and decrees, “You’re ready.” You struggle to shout him down, but all that escapes the gag in your mouth is incomprehensible gibberish. He chuckles and flips a switch on the wall, and suddenly the most heavenly vibration begins within your sopping twat....Wait, your what? You have a cunt now!? Your eyes cross at the pleasure as your mind struggles to figure out why it feels so good.

Zetaz pours a few bottles into a larger container and connects a tube to an opening on the bottom of the bottle. Your eyes trace the tube back to the gag in your mouth, and after feeling around with your tongue, you realize it’s been threaded through the gag and down your throat. Zetaz lifts up the bottle and hangs it from a hook on the ceiling, and you watch in horror as the fluid flows through the tube, helpless to stop it. You shake your head desperately, furious at having fallen into the little fucker’s hands at last.

Zetaz walks up and paws at your new mounds, flitting into the air to bring himself to eye-level. He rambles, “It’s so good to see you again, Kenny. Because of you, I had to flee from my honored place by Lethice’s side. I’ve had to hide in this fetid forest. I’ll admit, it hasn’t been all bad. We’ve caught a few faeries to play with, and with you here, the boys and I will have lots of fun. We just need to reshape that troubled mind a little bit.”
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You barely register his monologue. You’re far too busy cumming hard on the vibrating intruder that’s currently giving your stuffed snatch the workout of a lifetime. Zetaz chuckles at your vacant stare and massages your temples gently, and you feel the touch of his dark magic INSIDE you. It feels warm and wet, matching the feel of your body’s other intrusion. You try to fight it, and for a moment you feel like you might push the demon out of your mind. Then your body cums, and your resistance melts away. You violently thrash against your restraints, caving in to the pleasure as the imp rapes your body and mind as one.

The desire to protect your village drips out between your legs, and thoughts of your independence are fucked away into nothing. It feels good to cum, and your eyes cross when you see the bulge at your master’s crotch, indicative of how well you’re pleasing him. It feels so good to obey! Zetaz suddenly kisses you, and you enthusiastically respond in between orgasms.

You gladly live out the rest of your life, fucking and birthing imps over and over as their live-in broodmother.
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