You should be scared.
You should be mortified, every self preservation instinct in your body
should be firing off right now. This large predator of a man, this
hulking stud, was going to devour you. You would become part of him,
fat and muscle for his perfect physical body.
And that alone would make the non-faithful piss themselves in fear.
Such a fate sounded worse than death, total destruction of self with
nothing remaining to be remembered by. Yet, you knew such a
presumption was false.
You'd live on as part of your demonic Daddy. Much like those he'd
churned to cum lived on as the loads that bore him dozens of children,
or those he'd swallowed remaining part of his essence. Nothing was
truly destroyed with Zhenn. He kept trinkets, memoirs, momentos.
You were nothing but that. And it turned you on every time your
corrupt, dickstink adled brain thought about it. Your little boypussy
twitching and growing wet the more you think about it, about **him**
and how perfect he is.
Your juices trickle down between your thighs, making the thigh-high
lingerie wet. You want to touch yourself so badly your hand twitches
with the intention to relieve some of your tension, but your will and
devotion to Daddy prevents it. Your body recieved pain or pleasure at
his command and permission.
Zhenn licked his fangs as he stared down at you. You and two other
emancipated boywives who were equally depraved, equally eager for
the fate they'd share with you.
Part of the ritual was that you had to be shrunken down. Not too small,
you were about a foot tall, the size of a larger doll. You retained your
proper proportions, and stature, but your overall scale had been
reduced. You were on the altar, sitting on the crimson cloth
embroidered with runes that hung over the elegant marble idol.
You could barely remember who you were anymore. You knew you
were a fox, and you had once been a male. A real man. Not a cuntboy,
who was basically worthless save for the womb in your gut and the
mouth you used to suckle the grime off that perfect flared cock. Now
you were just a toy, but you didn't mind. Although you couldn't
remember the exact *reason* why, you knew your prior life had been
horrible. Sold into slavery at a young age, you were the assistant of an
abusive and sexually deviant gladiator. He spared you no quarter,
molesting you without care after every match. Many nights you spent
curled in a ball, crying, reeking of his sweat while he snored at your
side.
And then came Zhenn. The rapist you'd been jailed with for fifteen
years had earned his freedom, and decided to sell you off to the
predators of West Nile. Your fate had almost been to be ripped to
shreds in the jowls of a croc, but Zhenn had approached the auctioneer
concealed in his robes, and paid the price for you. You, and the two
other slaves who now knelt next to you. An elf named Reva, and a
gnoll named Sthar. You didn't know them on a personal level, but you
came to learn much about them as you adjusted to your new life as a
cook for the demon within his mansion estate.
Zhenn had not forced you to do anything you didn't want. But he could
have. You were given time to emotionally heal, paid a wage, allowed
your freedom. The demon put the ball in your court, to stay with him
or to go your own way. He refused to explain his motives for paying for
you, and wouldn't elaborate on why he was suddenly offering you your
freedoms.
You accepted. And then, as your first act as a free fox, decided to stay
and live with him.
Now, Zhenn of course had predicted all of this. You had a hunch about
that now. A demon was a master manipulator, and he'd worked his
charm on you. He'd taken a vulnerable person and given them just a
taste of respect to keep them addicted to it, to keep them coming back
for more. He looked at you like you're a piece of candy. But you
convinced yourself, assured yourself, repeated it until you **believed**
it, that this was all your choice.
It was your choice to stay.
Your choice to enter his bedroom.
Your choice to disrobe and mount his cock bathed by the moonlight,
and your choice to kiss him on the lips when he woke up, and your
choice when you begged for him to finish inside of you. The first time
you'd had sex where you wanted it, and gave consent. You gave your
lithe, perky body. Zhenn accepted, and he took his offering without
question. He did not hesitate to mount you again the next morning,
again and again.
And likewise, the other two chose the same path. You had shared
tantric sex within the bathes together, your Daddy rutting you while
you were snout deep in elven ass, the gnoll underneath you suckling
on your cock as Daddy rammed your prostate hard enough to make
your body jolt. Each time you painted the gnoll's tongue with your seed
you told yourself it had been the best orgasm of your life --only for it to
be usurped by the next, and the next one after that.
Sweat. Spit. Cum. You reeked of Daddy, you carried his load inside of
you all day. The gods had abandoned you, but the darkness had
embraced you. Pleasure unlimited, intoxicating wine for the soul. You
never noticed yourself becoming more distant and depersonalized, you
never noticed yourself becoming slower to think, addicted to the
demon in every way, dependent on him.
You didn't care when he rampaged against those he sought to conquer,
killing in sadistic ways. He would come back, reeking of sweat and
lust, and he would fuck you with the same cock he'd likely just vored
some poor soul with. You didn't care. It felt too good. And truthfully,
the knowledge such a powerful, feral beast was using you as a
cumdump made it so much better. The weak deserve to be trampled
on. You deserved it, hadn't you? But now the demon made you strong.
And so here you were, six months later. In the midst of an all out war
orchestrated by the very handsome stud looming above you. Wet, your
cunt leaking like a cracked pipe, ready to be fucked and bred again and
again. You didn't care about the atrocities, the screams of widows and
the cries of fatherless orphans who now starved because of the demon.
You **wanted** him.
"I do apologize for making you wait so long," Zhenn said, eying all of
you. "I like to be prepared for my meals. Your last moments should be
respected, no?"
He chuckled, and reached a hand down, sticking a finger between your
legs. His finger would never fit in your pussy at this size difference, but
he rubbed at your needy slit all the same. You trembled, your legs
giving out and you slumped against his hand and wrist. "Such a needy
boy." Said the hellbrute. "I almost want to spare you, keep you as my
breeder bitch. But... I have to admit, the idea of swallowing you up
prevails over my attachment to you."
"I-I am Daddy's to dispose of," you mutter, licking at his thumb,
shuddering as you feel an orgasm rip through you. "If Daddy thinks I
would be better as ball sludge, gut fat, or in his pecs or navel, so be it."
You say, hardly loud enough to be heard. But you knew Zhenn heard it.
He stopped, withdrawing his hand. "Good boy."
Daddy took the elf first. Lifting him like a toy, bringing him to face
level. Zhenn licked his chops, and then dragged his nasty muscular
tongue against the elf, drowning him in spit. He coiled the oral muscle
around the devoted male, squeezing him, pumping him, letting him
savor the warmth of Daddy's appendage before he finally drew him
into his maw slowly. You didn't see much afterwards, save for Zhenn's
jaw flexing as he continued to toy with his prey inside his mouth for
some time, before finally swallowing down the elf. His shape bulged
out the demon's throat all the way down until he vanished behind the
demon's ribs and within his stomach.
Zhenn's markings glow softly for a moment before fading, and then
your Daddy turns his attention to the gnoll. Reaching for him the
demon picked him up, bringing him over to his fat throbbing
cockhead. The deep slit twitched and flexed as it awaited its
nourishment, and it didn't have to wait long before you watched your
Master press the gnoll against the slit until it gave and let part of him
sink in. From there, Zhenn didn't need his hands anymore. His cock,
hungry as it were, began to convulse and twitch as it swallowed down
its meal. Bit by bit the gnoll vanished, consumed akin to how a snake
eats its prey. The outline of the gnoll stretches out that cock as he
slowly travels down the cumvein and eventually is deposited into
those melon sized nuts which sag down with the extra weight.
Sloshing and gurgling with hot seed, consuming and boiling down the
gnoll within.
He was gone. It was something that normal people mourn, or show
adverse reactions to. You should be afraid, yet you weren’t. When his
dark eyes finally rest upon you, you bathe in his beams and smile up at
your demonic Daddy.