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Gift of the Old

By: sexgundam666



My name? I cannot really remember, it's like a dark cloud shields it from my mind's eye. If anyone must call me anything then call me Bael. What am I? I cannot answer that either, my mind is unclear and everything related to my personal past seems lost to me, almost as though it were sealed away. What is my gender? This I can answer; I am both, male and female, but not a hermaphrodite; I have the ability to be one or the other. How old am I? I am unsure of this, but I seem to recall having seen many centuries pass me by. What am I doing? Who knows...

The alarm clock goes off. I groan, not wanting to wake from my dream, but I know I must otherwise my employer will yell at me, though that's never too bad. I wouldn't admit it to his face, but I actually got wet when he yelled at me, his angry expression seemed so dominant and so powerful that I became submissive to his will. He had yet to realise this about me, but I know that someday he will, and hope that he will take advantage of me when that day comes. I quickly shower, dealing with the heat emanating from my crotch, get dressed, brush my teeth, eat breakfast, and put on some make-up, yep, I'm just your average twenty-two year old college drop out who works as a model. I look at the time leisurely, knowing that they wouldn't fire me, they're best model, though I knew that even I couldn't get away without slapped wrists if I'm more than half an hour late. I grab my purse and head off.

My name Lisa Knulla -- pronounced in the same way as cannula --, and I am hot. I know I am, and not just because guys often stop and stare, or because people in my modelling agency tell me so, no it's because I have perky 36D breasts, 27'' waist, and 36'' hips, overall I'm just the right size for my height, which is 5ft 11''. I also have electric blue eyes and radiant blonde hair from my Swedish ancestry. Not many of the other models were any where near me in terms of beauty, primarily because they're too skinny and therefore lacking up top and below, though some keep some weight and are able to maintain, but never for very long. They always give into pleasure. This excludes me though, since I've been working here for many months and not once have I given into pressure. This is probably because I always take things at my own pace.

I am the best model at the agency, with more than just a few magazines dedicated to my curvaceous form. All seems perfect right? My house is nice and easily paid for, my work is enjoyable and makes it easy to pick up men, but it's... lonely. No one really knows me, they all say how pretty I am and how lucky I am to be here, but no one cares. I'm alone, so damn alone.

"Do... you... want..." I turned around in the middle of the driveway and looked around, no one was there.

"I'm losing it." With that conclusion I got into my Mercedes and drove to my place of work.

The agency I work at is fairly stand alone, but it's still successful enough to pay all the models a hefty sum. We were being distributed all over the world and I had received many offers from more successful magazines and other companies to work for them, but that didn't really work for me. I'm not worried about money, I don't really want anything else, and if I went to work for one I would have to move to a whole new city. I live in more a town than anything, but it's large enough to be considered a small city, and it's here where I have a friend, and she's the one person I refuse to lose. Her name's Madison, though I just call her Madi, and she's attractive just not sexually attractive. Her skin is smooth and her face the equivalent of a movie star's, but her curves were non-existent, her breasts were barely A cups, her waist was slim but wasn't slim enough for a 5ft 9'' full grown woman, and her hips were small, barely 30'', but these imperfections of her's are what makes her able to listen to me. Rather than being jealous of my beauty she worships me.

Madi wasn't very smart, but she wasn't an idiot either, it was more that her joys in life came from rather simple things, like being friends with me for example. She was a good listener though and would sit through my rants about work issues, and even offer some advice to help resolve the issue. I liked her as a friend, but I didn't have any thoughts of experimenting, though if I did swing for the other team I would probably go for her, simply because she is such a wonderful person. We didn't know it that day, but our lives were not the mundane existences we had believed them to be. We were both different from everyone, we just didn't know until that day.

I arrived at the agency with clothes that really hugged my curves and gave me a lovely cleavage. I always dress like this, if only because I believe that if there is a God, and he gave us these bodies then we should enjoy it while we can. I'm a slut, just not that kind of slut. I crave sex; who doesn't? I enjoy multiple partners on a regular basis, I suck cock with relish and swallow as much semen as I possibly can every week. I'm still cautious about S.T.Ds, so I always carry a few condoms with me whenever I go on the prowl. I didn't know it, but sex would change everything for me, and for the better.

The day passed quickly. From having the make up artists applying various products to my face, being told what position to be in, moving from set to set, occasionally flirting with a camera man, then lunch, back to work, and then home. It was so boring, it's the same thing day in, and day out.

"Do you want..." The voice echoed through my mind once again. I knew it was the same one from this morning, but once again I shrugged it off as my mind playing tricks on me. That night I changed into a mini-skirt and removed my bra, wearing nothing but a tight shirt that was practically see through, grabbed my condoms, and went on the prowl for that night. The moment I was outside I shivered, it was like all the warmth had been drained from me. I turned to go back for my coat, but there was... something... standing between me and the door.

It was vaguely human, but the bulging muscles, the horns protruding from all over its body, and eight feet of height told me otherwise.

"Do you want to change?" The voice from before echoed through my mind, though this time it was a complete sentence. I looked up at the monster, its face was like the rest, marble features, and a beard of horns (I'm not joking), and large eyes, with red irises that seemed to stare past my clothes and indeed my very being, as though it were looking into my very soul. I'm not normal and my reaction at that moment cemented that fact.

"What do you mean?" I didn't have any emotion in my voice, as though this monster stole from me everything that made me human.

"Are you bored with mundane life?" It asked, this time speaking physically, its voice was like cold icicles that slithered up my back, causing me to shiver.

"Yes." I answered truthfully, though no emotion remained. The beast smiled.

Before I could react everything around me turned to black space, littered with glowing pinpricks called stars. I looked around quickly, trying to take in everything; I could see each individual star, each planet, every meteor, and indeed every molecule. I think I would've gone mad trying to take in everything and so the stars, along with the rest disappeared and were replaced by a meadow filled with beautiful black roses. I immediately picked one, taking care to avoid its thorns, and brought it too my face, sniffing at its alluring fragrance.

"It's beautiful," I said, staring around at the field of flowers, "This place is so peaceful; it almost feels as though any troubles from before have washed away." I returned my gaze to monster, who, despite his appearance, seemed like he belonged in the meadow with me. I looked him up and down and noticed a bulge coming from his groin, it was then that I looked down and saw myself naked.

"Do you want me?" I asked calmly, it wasn't something I did everyday, but I'd asked the question enough that it felt fairly normal to say it aloud, whether it be to a human or a monster.

"Yes." Instantly he was in front of me and his enormous hands wrapped around my waist. I looked up into his eyes, the lust in his gaze burned so brightly that it felt like the sun.

"Be careful. I am human after all."

The monster laid me down on the strangely soft meadow. I could feel the roses beneath me, but instead of crumpling under my weight they supported me with little strain on their bodies. I could feel his hands roaming my body, searching for my erogenous zones. His hands, despite belonging to a monster, felt like velvet on my bare flesh. Moisture was already gathering at the centre of my erotic heat, but when his hands squeezed my breasts my juices exploded from me, spraying a dozen roses in the process. I continued to cry out in bliss as he brought his mouth to my breast. It was so big that he could take the entire breast into his mouth, and I won't lie, it felt like heaven, as though my tits had become hyper sensitive clitorises. If this was the change he was talking about then I welcomed it with open thighs.

I could feel his member pulsing against my legs. It was still getting bigger, until I could feel it against my pussy. I was afraid of it, when I'd last had even a glimpse of it, his cock was already as thick as my wrist, and I knew it was a lot thicker now.

"Be gentle." I moaned and he grunted in reply, sucking hard on my tit again while pinching my other nipple with his hand. Once again I came just from him sucking on my breasts and I knew that I wanted, needed, him inside me. I needed more than him, I needed several of him, to fill and fuck each of my holes, and fill me with sperm. Suddenly he pulled away and I looked up at him, his member easily standing twenty inches out from his groin.

"Why'd you stop?" I asked disappointed. He pointed to the roses around me, I looked around at them and saw them growing around me.

Dozens wrapped themselves around my arms, their thorns had either disappeared or I couldn't feel them. I looked down at my body as hundreds of them wrapped around my waist, thighs, tits, and even my feet, massaging them. I moaned and brought my head back to see a rose that looked strangely phallic staring at me, before I could think it pushed itself into my open mouth. On instinct I began sucking it, immediately my mouth was filled with a sweet fluid that tasted like nothing on earth, however it was so good, I needed more. I sucked harder and harder trying to get more of the liquid out of it and into my stomach. I closed my eyes as I revelled in the sensation the fluid gave me, this made me unable to notice the other roses spreading my ass cheeks to show my tight hole there. One started pushing against it and I cried out, the sound still loud despite the phallus going down my throat. The orgasm shook me to the core, bringing forth wave after wave of my juices, covering still more roses in my cum.

The rose at my asshole finally pushed inside and I was amazed at how stretched I felt. It felt like a baseball bat had been shoved up my anus, and was still going further. In the midst of all these feelings I noticed the monster pressing his cock against my only free hole. I moaned and cried out in need, and he seemed to understand, because he didn't tease me and just entered my needy heat. I arched my back in pleasure as two roses wrapped around my breasts and nipples, and started tugging on them, bringing still more pleasure. I could feel him stretching my cunt so wide, as though it were a two litre bottle of soda being pushing into me rather than a cock. Less than halfway in he connected with my cervix, leaving a good twelve inches of his rock hard cock outside. The rose removed itself from my mouth so I could speak:

"I need you, all of you." I said.

"Of course." He said and with one hard push he was inside my womb.

I don't know how many orgasms I had, but I just kept on cumming. More roses joined the one in my anus as it snaked its way into my intestines, stretching me wider and wider, but never did I tear, even when a combined foot of roses were stretching me. The monster continuously pulled all the way out, before plunging the entire length into. My womb was distorted by his sheer length, and it was easy to make out the head and some of the shaft as he fucked my uterus with all his demonic cock. I didn't know when they would cum, but I didn't care, all I needed was to be fucked. I wouldn't care if I stayed like this forever.

Through the haze of constant orgasms I didn't see the spike roses coming up to my tits. The ones already there released my nipples, clearing the path for the new ones. They plunged into my tits, causing a delightful pain to shoot through my entire being, and began pumping a hot viscous fluid into them. Through the pain and pleasure I could see them growing as the roses sprayed the liquid into them, I didn't feel pain as they stretched from my firm and well shaped D cups, into what had to be EE cups, though they retained their perfect shape.

"I'm cumming!" The monster announced and he thrust one last time into me, burying his entire length inside me. The roses followed suit: the ones in my ass all made their way into my stomach, and the one in my throat pushed down my oesophagus and joined its brethren. Everything phallus inside then released their cum with in me.

I could hardly believe my eyes as I watched my womb inflate steadily to match the monster's flow. The monster's cum came in a steady flood and forced my womb to expand to hold its entirety, making me look nine months pregnant in a few seconds. I grunted from the stretching to my entire body; the roses in my stomach were so thick that they plugged the exits for the cum, causing it to inflate with my womb, but they weren't the only ones inflating with cum. I could feel the spiked roses also spraying their load into my already overstretched breasts, causing them to go up another cup size, and then there were the ones on the outside, spraying each of their massive loads all over my body, painting it in green tinged cum. Nothing stopped cumming for what felt like hours, but was only five minutes, but even in that amount of time, my torso had become a mountain all of its own. My womb seemed large enough to hold a full grown stallion, my stomach was less seriously stretched but still matched my womb, and then they were my tits, easily filled with several gallons of cum each and now... I don't know, a H cup? HH?

I laid there with all the roses and the monster still inside. We all shook in the aftermath of our collective orgasms, though I wasn't sure how this applied to the roses. After several minutes the monster and roses all pulled out of me. There was a second where nothing happened, and then my cunt, ass, mouth, and tits became geysers of cum. Gallons of it shot into the air and landed around me, though none landed on the monster strangely, and covered most of the roses and I in a layer of cum. When it was all gone I ran my hands along my body, massaging the cum into my body and fondling my enlarged breasts. The fluid shot into them before seemed to have permanently made them EE cups.

The demon reached out his hand to me and I took it. He didn't seem to care that my hand was coated in fresh cum.

"Are you ready to leave the mundane behind?" He asked me though his eyes said that he already knew the answer.

"Of course!" With that the meadow disappeared and was replaced by what seemed to be a gigantic horse, easily the size of double decker bus.

"Um, what's up with this?" I asked studying the horse, though it wasn't. Along it sides were bat wings, and on it's head was a horn as long as a car.

"This is a demon horse. You are going to be placed inside of it and merge with it." The monster explained.

"Is that even-" I stopped myself mid-sentence, of course it was possible, all that mattered by now was how it was gonna be done, "So how's it done?"

"When inside her your body will fuse with her eggs, essentially turning you into a giant egg, then we will bring in a male and they will mate," I nodded and felt myself getting wet already, "The sperm from the male will combine with you, forever altering your form, though we have injected you with magical power, which we will teach you after the fusion." I nodded again and wondered how they would get me into the demon mare's womb.

The way that they were going to do so was to simply shove me up her cunt, which was roughly as big as me anyway, and let me crawl into her uterus. They stuck me in head first and I was amazed that I could breath so comfortably despite the fairly compact sopping wet tunnel, they then pushed the rest of me inside and I began crawling to my destiny. Once inside her womb I waited and suddenly small balls began to fill the space. Are these the eggs? Fuck me they're huge! I wasn't sure how to merge them with me, but they must have, because they made their way into my cunt and ass, with several also penetrating my nipples and filling my huge tits even more. By the time that there were no more eggs I looked eight months pregnant and my tits had stretched another cup size. Though after ten minutes the eggs seemed to have dissolved into my body.

I waited and suddenly I felt my temporary home begin shaking, they're mating? For some reason the idea of demon pegasi fucking made me wetter than ever before. I watched the entrance of the womb and could actually see the cock head as it plunged into the demon mare. It must've been two feet thick and five feet long, however despite the size the male didn't last long and soon the uterus was being filled with its strangely comforting cum. I'm sure I would have drowned, but somehow my thighs and legs were absorbing the cum, though how was a mystery. Despite not being able to last very long the stallion didn't stop cumming for what must've been ten minutes. I was curious and licked up a drop of cum that hadn't been absorbed into my legs, and I came so hard my juices actually filling the womb an inch or so. Suddenly I could feel my skin sticking to the walls of the womb and my consciousness began fading. The last thing I saw was a web like cocoon being formed around my body.

I woke up with bleary eyes and went to rub them, though I couldn't, it felt as though my body was enveloped with a jelly like substance. I remembered the what had happened before and just rested, waiting for the time I would be reborn into the world. What must've been hours passed and suddenly I could feel my entire form being pushed down a large tunnel. This is it, I thought, this is my rebirth! No more than a minute later and I was on a floor and the jelly was dissolving around me.

"Welcome back." Greeted the monster who I had fucked... a new thought hit me; how long was inside that uterus?

"Ugh," I groggily grunted, "How long was I out?" I asked.

"Just under a human month."

"That was fast."

"We are fast, as you well know." He said and I got the impression that he was referencing our intimate time together.

"And you have a lot of stamina." I added and he sort of smiled.

I tried to stand, but found my legs to be too weak.

"You may need to wait a day or so before walking." He cautioned and gestured to my legs when he saw my confused expression. I looked and saw that from waist down I was equine in every aspect.

"So, I'm a centaur." I said it more as a statement, but he answered anyway.

"Yes, the first and only centaur."

"Why am I the only one?" I asked.

"Because you are the he wished to give this gift to."

"He? Do you mean God?" The demon cringed at the name and I made a mental note not to say it while here.

"In a manner of speaking. He is not your G-word, but he is the most powerful, wisest, and oldest of all demons. Do not worry," He said when scrunched my face in disgust at the thought of a decrepit demon fucking me, "He has no intention of mating with you, he has tied you pleasure directly to his, meaning that when you mate with someone he feels everything you feel, as long as it relates to the sex." I sighed in relief.


Gift of the Old Ch. 02



When I returned dawn was just starting to brighten the sky, and I was standing in front of my house and saw Madi walking down the driveway.

"Hey Madi." I called to her and waved my arm.

"L-Lisa? What're you doing back?" She asked, then added, "And where are your clothes?" I looked down at myself and only then did I realise that I was stark naked.

"Come inside and I'll tell you everything." I told her and gestured towards the house.

Once inside I explained the demon, the roses, and my rebirth. She amazed me by sitting there quietly throughout.

"So you're a shape-shifting centaur, who had sex with a demon, who has a massive cock, and demonic roses?" She asked when I was done and took a sip of champagne, which I had poured for us.

"Pretty much yeah." I said and watched her carefully. For several moments neither of us said or did anything, and then:

"HOLY SHIT!" Madi shouted and I couldn't resist grinning as the truth finally set in.

"No way! They said you were ill, that must've been a hallucination." She said trying to rationalize the supernatural explanation I had given her.

"Madi," I said without emotion, and she turned to look at me, "Watch this." With that I felt my lower body transform into my new equine form.

To her credit Madi didn't start screaming immediately. They began about five seconds after I'd revealed my form to her, and man she could scream. I let her since my neighbours were heavy sleepers and would be asleep by now. Once she had calmed down she became curious as to whether or not I had the body of a horse.

"Can I pet you?" She asked and giggled at how silly it sounded. I let her, and was surprised by good it felt to have her soft hands stroking my silky fur. Without meaning to I let out a low moan of pleasure.

"Oooh, that feels good." I felt her hands go beneath my body.

"Oh my god!" She said in shock and excitement.

"What?" I asked annoyed that she had stopped. She didn't answer, instead she reached between my hind legs and gripped my cock. I must've grown without a conscious decision.

She stroked my quickly hardening cock, until it was standing fully erect at seventeen inches long and three inches thick. Her other hand began stroking my massive horse cunt, so large and moist that her hand slipped in with no effort, filling my cunt though not stretching it. I moaned my approval as she began pumping her entire forearm in and out of my cunt, while her small hand stroked my cock with increasing vigour. Not wishing to be the only one receiving this incredible pleasure I added some of my own creations to my equine half. I heard Madi cry in shock, but she didn't stop pumping and stroking, even as octopus like tentacles ripped her clothes off, not that she was wearing much besides a coat, and two suckers latched onto her already rock hard nipples.

Her moans were musical and encouraged me to go further. My skin coloured tentacles stroked every erogenous zone on her body, leaving not an inch of her over sensitive skin free. She responded to my touch by forcing more of her arm into my pussy, now she was pushing her arm in almost to the shoulder, while her other hand glided up and down my cock, now lubricated by my pre-cum. I returned the extra attention by attaching several sucker tentacles to her enlarged clit and sopping wet pussy lips. Her moans increased in intensity and I knew her orgasm was fast approaching, as was mine.

"Ah! Madi, I- I'm cumming!" I wailed.

"Oh my god! Cum, Lisa, cum all over my arm and hand!" That set both of us off and I felt my hot cum racing up my cock and my cunt juices exploded all over Madi, who was screaming that she was cumming.

I hadn't cum with my horse cock before, and was pleasantly surprised by how much cum it produced, quickly covering my horse stomach in white along with created a large puddle on my floor. What's more, it didn't stop! My orgasm lasted longer than when I fucked Credo and the roses, though I hadn't had my cock back then. Madi was also trapped in an endless orgasm and her juices joined my own cum. Thankfully our climaxes ended after nearly five minutes, ending with a near pool of cum. Madi pulled her arm out of my still clenching horse cunt and would've fell back if not for my tentacles holding her up.

"Lisa?" She asked having recovered enough to talk coherently.

"Yeah?" I was kneeling in centaur form though I was still higher than her standing up.

"Can you fuck me like you are now?" I was surprised by this, since Madi wasn't very out going, though I guess that, considering how long we've been friends, she was more open with me.

"Are you sure? You're pretty small Madi; I don't think it'll fit." I told her worried for her safety.

"I'll be okay. Since you left I've been doing certain exercises to stretch my pussy more."

"Why?"

"I had a dream that I would be fucked by someone with a huge cock, I followed it on a whim, and wouldn't you know it?" She stroked my fur, "Here you are."

"Show me, please?" I asked interested in seeing her stretched cunt. She pointed her hips at me and raised them in the air, she then spread her lips with one hand while pushing her four fingers from her other hand into her cunt. She folded her thumb into her palm and began pushing her entire hand into her small human cunt.

"Okay now I really want to fuck you." I said and wrapped a tentacle around her limbs and lifted her in the air.

I stood up and felt my spongy cock head bump against my stomach. Madi was moaning and pleading for me to hurry, but I didn't like to be rushed and smacked her ass cheeks with a tentacle. Her squeak of pain was accompanied by her pussy leaking more of her juices, I quickly realised that she was a masochist as I smack her ass, cunt, tits, and hard too. Her screams were ones of encouragement rather than ones for none. Soon enough her ass cheeks, pussy lips, and tits were a deep red and almost looked like they pulsated. I stood fully upright, my cock even harder than before.

"You ready?" I asked, still unsure about whether she could take me.

"I was born ready." She moaned in reply and pleaded with me using her large eyes.

Using my tentacles I brought her clean shaven cunt to within an inch of my cock head. I waited and took a deep breath, preparing myself to hear the terrible screams I knew would ensue. She may have enlarged her cunt and could now take her hand, but my cock was almost twice as big as her wrist. Somewhere in my mind, lust took hold of my body. I didn't pause any further and pulled her cunt onto my cock. Her screams weren't as I had originally feared, instead she screamed for me to fill her entire cunt, to penetrate her womb, to pump her full of my seed. That settled everything for me. Hesitation gone, I pulled her down hard and filled her petite body with my seventeen inch cock, hitting her cervix in the first stroke. The sensitivity of the barrier was so great that she cried out in discomfort.

"MORE!" She screamed and I smacked her tits with another tentacle for trying to command me. I felt pity for her, having such potential, but her body was sadly underdeveloped. I smiled, remembering the roses and how they had made my breasts as big as they are now. I grew four more tentacles, these ones tipped with sharp spikes that would inject her with demonic fluids.

"You want more?" She nodded her head vigorously, "Then you will have more." I didn't notice at that time, but my voice had taken on a demonic undertone.

My tentacles quickly pierced her nipples, and two others did likewise to her ass cheeks. She cried at the powerful sting of the needles penetrating her tits and ass. I waited for her to calm down before beginning to inject her with the demonic fluid. She cried out as the liquid began filling her breasts and forcing them to expand, and the same for her ass cheeks, though I pulled them out after a few seconds, not wanting to overfill her body with something completely alien. I didn't pull the tentacles out of her tits however, letting them fill until they were as big as mine, only then did I release them. I wrapped a tentacle around her new breasts, their new size now letting me wrap around them several times. All that was left before she was perfect, was for her to grow a new appendage.

Madi was moaning in pleasure from the stretching to her breasts and ass, and now her tits were completely enveloped in slimy tentacles. She wouldn't last much longer and knew it. Her cunt was clenching my cock hard, but wasn't quite at her peak yet, however a quick squeeze of her tits brought her to her second climax that night. Her cunt squeezed my hard shaft while spraying a river of her cum, most of which covered the seven inches of rock hard meat still to enter her. When she had come down from her incredible high, all four of my spiked tentacles penetrated her clit and the area around it. She screamed, her entire body becoming overly sensitive due to the two powerful orgasms and the demon fluid, that was now being pumped into her clitoris. I knew she wanted to ask what I was doing to her, but the pleasure was too great, letting her only moan and cry out in bliss.

It wasn't long before her clit began expanding. In a matter of seconds it was protruding six inches from her, but I knew that she wouldn't be pleased with that size and so I increased the fluid production tenfold, though only for a few seconds. In those seconds however, her cock grew was average, to big, and to monstrous. I continued to spray fluid into it however, wanting it to be bigger than even my own, even bigger than Credo's. She was grunting from the mild pain as her frail human body was forced to stretch still further, but I knew that the fluid altered the human form slightly and made them able to stretch absurdly so. I didn't move for several minutes, I just stood there with ten inches of my throbbing cock sheathed within her. In my mind's eye I could see her body, her breasts were absurd 28 E cups, her waist was slightly slimmer, and her tight ass was now a bubble butt, however those were not the crowning achievement on her improved form. No, that was the two foot long and seven inch thick phallus that still grew, despite almost touching the floor.

"I'm gonna fuck you now Madi." I told her and she moaned weakly, her body having experienced countless orgasms while her new cock had been expanding. Even though I held her two and a half feet off the floor, her cock head still kissed the cum soaked carpet. Using my tentacles I forced her further down on my cock, breaking her cervix with relative ease, and began filling her womb with my massive cock. I met the walls of her uterus and knew that a good three inches still remained unsheathed. I began to pull her on and off my cock, slowly at first, but gradually increasing speed until she was practically a blur. Her moans on the other hand, were a different story. Escalating, her cries for me to fill her were all we could hear.

Her orgasm silenced her. So powerful was it that her face was stuck in the expression of a scream, yet no sound came from her mouth. From her cunt however, came a flood of her juices. Her new cock was spurting out river after river of pure white cum, soaking the carpet and gradually pooling around us, forming a near perfect circle of jizz. In the silence her juices being sprayed from her, were almost overshadowed by the squelching sound as I pummelled the walls of her uterus. I began to feel my stomach gurgling and my pussy tightening around air. I was close.

"I'm about to cum!" I announced and she found her voice again.

"Yes! YES! Cum in me! Fill my human womb and cunt with your jizz!" That was all she could get out before I hilted inside her and my already thick cock swelled to ridiculous size.

In my mind's eye I saw and felt everything. I saw her stomach swell out with the first spurt, stretching to appear four months pregnant in an instant, the cum having nowhere to go due to my cock head plugging the exit. Another spurt, and another, and another. I couldn't stop cumming, the previous climax was just the calm before the storm, as I shot gallon after gallon of sperm straight into her unprotected womb. By now her stomach nearly touched the floor, and her face was a mask of bliss as she had thoughts of baring my centaur children. Neither of was worried that she may die, but I could feel her concern as I just continued coming even after four minutes, and the fact that her belly button now poked from her and was pressing against the cum soaked carpet. I also didn't want to push her any further.

I pulled her off of my cock with some effort, the head having grown to nearly six inches thick. I was unprepared for the ocean that I released. My cum flew out of her, the amount being the equivalent of a waterfall, if not more. My cock, still spurting its load, was covered in its own produce, as was my couch and rugs, though I didn't mind them being painted white. Her womb returned to its original state, though I knew that a small pool of my cum still filled it, and my cock continued to spray my seed, effectively covering her torso and thighs in my thick white climax. Shortly after my orgasm subsided, but not before covering us both in viscous white fluid. I shifted back to my human form and laid down beside her.

"So," I began, "How was it?" She laughed in response and gestured to the pool of white we laid in.

"I don't think there's any way to explain it." I smiled at her, and watched as exhaustion took her over. She curled up to me and laid her head on my breasts, using them as pillows.

"Sleep well, my angel." I said and transformed back to my human form before joining her.

I woke up to the feel of a warm wetness covering my cunt. I moaned and opened my eyes to see Madi, her head between my thighs, and my juices covering her lips and chin.

"Morning Lover." I said. She moaned into my wet heat, she then brought both her hands to my thighs, spreading them apart to reveal my pulsating sex to her.

"How big can you make it?" Once again I was surprised by how easily she accepted my new abilities.

"As big as you want babe." She nodded and then;

"Can you make it bigger than last night?" I knew that she was referring to my horse cunt, and, despite how weird it would look I didn't want to disappoint her.

"Of course." I focused briefly and suddenly she gasped in shock, then clapped in child-like joy.

"It looks like I could fit my head in." She commented and then she literally grabbed the my lips and spread my cunt wider.

I couldn't physically see it, but in my mind I imagined it to be stretched enough to fit a large watermelon. She just continued to pull my lips further apart, stretching my hole wider. I didn't know what she was waiting for, until she stopped and left. Perplexed I laid there, my cunt still stretched wide and pulsating with the need to be filled. Madi came back shortly after with a large pink box. I recognised it instantly; the box contained my largest dildos, so large that I mostly used to them for shits and giggles, but now I knew my cunt could take one, possibly all of them. I watched as she pulled out my custom harness, with four holes in a diamond pattern, and three of my thickest dildos, each of them a foot and a half in length, and almost six inches thick each. I almost didn't see it, but hidden behind the three was the king. The king was three feet long and a foot thick.

I knew that even my larger cunt couldn't take on all four. I spread my legs wider, going further than the splits, and made it my fuck hole grow, expanding it until my piss hole was pressed against my clit. She placed the dildos in the holes, the king had a six inch end so that it would go in. I swallowed hard, not in fear, but in anticipation and need. Madi was visibly burdened by the weight, but she knelt down fluently and aimed the four dildos directly at my gaping fuck hole. She teased the outer edge of it with the king, making me moan in lust and painful need, but she continued to tease me, even as my juices sprayed forth like a river.

"Please," I begged, "Please fuck me?" The last word came as a wail, because, with a grunt of lust, she forced a combined 2 feet on of rubber cock into me.

She must've been with female lovers before, because her speed and power were incredible. Each thrust almost knocked the breath out of me, and she showed no signs of slowing, nor tiring. I remember listening to a friend's death metal music, and the drum beats were going at over 300 BPM. Madi wasn't quite as fast but I estimated her to be going at 200 BPM, if not more. Her movements were a blur, but I wasn't complaining, with each thrust she scraped my G-spot hard. My orgasms that day were monstrosities, with each climax I gushed what must've been gallons of cum, and with each orgasm the amount just seemed to rise. I had no idea how I could produce that much cum, but I wasn't gonna complain. I looked down at myself, my EE tits rising rapidly and leaking white fluid that could've been milk, my dildos made obvious bulges through my skin with the king's head jutting from my womb all the way to my breasts. I scream in orgasm at the sight and finally Madi stops, panting heavily atop me. We stayed like that even after we drifted into sleep, her rubber cocks still forcing my body to stretch, and our faces masks of bliss.

I awoke first and wiggled from beneath Madi, moaning as the dildos slid from me. I surveyed my room, marvelling at the dried white cum that coated the walls and furniture. I looked at Madi, her face perfectly calm, and the huge diamond of dildos still protruding from her crotch. Once again I wondered how she was able to go so fast, but I just shrugged and decided to ask her about it when she woke. In the meantime, I was starving! You wouldn't think I'd been gone for a month as I walked into the kitchen, there was no dust and none of the food was out of date. Had Madi been shopping for me? Possible.

I fixed a large breakfast of whatever took my fancy, turning out to be simply a LOT of cereal though not with ordinary milk. I pinched my nipples and willed the milk to come out. To my great surprise it did, I was actually producing milk, despite not being pregnant. Though this shouldn't have surprised me, since I had near complete control over my body. Remembering that I decided to see just what my limits were, if there were any at all. I ate the cereal, and damn did my milk taste great with Lucky Charms, then I returned to the living room where Madi still slept soundly. Only now did I notice the missing piece on her body. Where the fuck did her cock go?

I clearly remembered injecting her with the demon fluid. I didn't have a clue as to what had happened, though I suppose it was possible that I imagined it in a lust induced hallucination. I shook my head. That must've been it, no other explanation worked with the situation. I loved her so much that it didn't feel right to not give her a cock. To not give her the chance to reach the epitome of pleasure. 

The first thing I wanted to see was how much control over others I had. Credo had taught some of outsider body modification, but not much since it was actually relatively new magic even to them, though he seemed to think that I had the potential to fully utilise it. I cleared my mind of all thought. This was one of the preparations for the magic. Unlike normal magic use, which at most required a single word or wave of a hand, Epithet magic required neither word, nor bodily movement, but it did require the user to focus solely on what they desired. What did I desire? That's obvious.

I quickly removed the harness from Madi's body and concentrated hard. I imagined her with a huge cock, bigger than mine, with a near endless supply of cum. I imagined her fucking my pleading cunt with it, the head bulging from my womb obscenely. I could see it growing from her clit, all the way through her cleavage, until it popped up to her head, before going further beyond, growing longer than her entire body. I opened my eyes to see her awake and staring at her crotch, where her clit was growing.




Gift of the Old Ch. 02



"Lisa!" She cried partly scared, but mostly lust filled her voice.

"Shhh..." I put my finger to her lips as I crawled on top of her, "I'm giving you a gift Madi, and I know you'll love it." Before she could ask questions I kissed her with the heat of a thousand suns. She returned the kiss with equal to, if not greater passion and began grinding her burning pussy against my thigh. Her clit was already three inches long and half an inch thick. I moaned into her mouth as I thought about how big she would be by the end.

Our kiss continued. Our breasts squashed together; our hard nipples rubbing roughly against the other.

"Ahhh.... Fuck me." She pleaded quietly, the pain and pleasure of her still growing clit almost too much to bare.

"Of course." I said and grew my cock, "How big do you want it?" I asked her.

"I... don't... care!" She grunted as her clit grew another inch longer, now poking from her at about seven inches long and one inch thick. I commanded my cock to become bigger than even humans could've imagined. I looked between us as my cock grew rapidly, followed by her slowly transforming clit. Mine was faster however, and the cock grew to greet us in mere seconds.

My cock head was between us and I knew that she wanted it. I still had no idea how she was able to take my cock last night, but I truly didn't care. I wanted... needed... to fuck her tight cunt until it lost it's shape forever. I moved away from her and grew a dozen tentacles from my back. They converged on her, wrapping around her waist, carefully avoiding her now nine inch cock, her thighs and calves, and tied her arms behind her back, giving the wonderfully image of tentacle rape, though this was far from it. My tentacles carried her over to me and placed her head over the head of my cock.

"Suck it!" I commanded and she didn't waste any time. Her warm lips engulfed the tip of my throbbing member, her tiny mouth unable to take even an inch of my monstrous appendage. She made up for it though. Kissing and licking the entire head, even penetrating the hole with her tongue.

It wasn't long before I was desperate to fuck her. The tentacles turned her around and placed her cunt directly over my cock head, which leaked pre-cum in thick streams down it's length. Not another second passed and I was in her again, penetrating her all the way to her womb. My tentacles stroked her bulging abdomen, which was stretched so tight around my cock that I could feel their touch through her. I wrapped a smaller tentacle around her growing cock, now eleven inches, and began using it to jack her off. Her moans rose again in volume and pitch. A tentacle moved to her lips and began rubbing it's slime all over and around her lips, before forcing itself into her warm inviting cavity, another tentacle moved to her anus.

"Uh mmmph! Mmmmph!" She cried out in protest, then screamed in pain as a four inch thick tendril forced it's way into her.

I could feel everything. Her mouth sucking my tentacle, her ass clenching around the other, and her cunt, trying to milk me of every drop of cum I have. Once again I cleared my mind, no very easy right then, and pictured her being able to stretch to the point where she could contain my orgasm, all of it. I didn't know if it would work, but since her cock was still growing, I assumed it would. With that I began to pull out slowly, mimicked by the tendril in her ass. When I was barely inside her I pushed back in completely, filling both her lower holes with the force of a thousand supernovas. With each withdraw and each thrust her cries turned from pain to ecstasy.

I knew that I wouldn't last long even as I added another tentacle to her ass. I wrapped two around her breasts and pushed a third between the enormous mounds.

"Just a little more..." I moaned. Madi nodded and moaned louder, while sucking all the harder on my tentacle in an attempt to get her prize, despite having orgasm after orgasm. In five minutes I was at the breaking point and screamed my climax as my appendages doubled in girth, stretching her gaping holes further and causing her to gag as the tendril slid down her throat, cutting off her air. I could feel hot cum speeding through my cock and tentacles, racing towards their target. I watched on as the first blast filled her.

Madi's womb inflated massively, appearing six months from just the first spurt, her stomach expanded, though not so drastically. Her tits, face and neck were covered in my thick white seed, effectively covering every inch of her face in one go. And that was just the start! My tentacles visibly bulged as they pumped gallons of my cum in and on her, shortly her small body, once lightly tanned was now painted white. Not a single inch escaped, her hair, her eyes, her back, and indeed her now fourteen inch cock were all covered in my viscous fluid. Her torso was ridiculous! Her womb had expanded as though it held a demon horse sized ball, while her stomach had inflated to the point where my cum had risen up her oesophagus and was pouring from the small gaps as the sides of her mouth. Her face was calm however, and I knew that she loved this, that she loved me, that she would be mine forever and always. Finally when her abdomen had become its own mountain I stopped cumming.

I laid her down, but I didn't pull out of her. I wanted to know roughly how much cum was inside her and I knew the perfect way. I picked her up, my many appendages plugging the exits for my cum and carried her to my bathroom. My bathtub was large enough to be able to hold roughly eighty gallons of water. I sat cross-legged in the tub, with her resting on my lap, her barely conscious eyes trying to register where she was, only now did I pull my cock and tentacles out. The floodgates were opened.

From her cunt and ass came a flood of cum. Instantly the tub was filled about a fifth and her womb was still largely inflated, she vomited cum all over us, adding to the pool. Cum was still flowing fast from her pussy and the sperm now passed my waist and was now starting to cover my breasts. I moved a tentacle to her stomach and pushed down eliciting a groan from her lips and bringing forth yet another flood of my orgasm. 

"I have to pee." She gasped quietly.

"Go for it." I told her and smiled at how child-like she seemed right then. Her warm urine joined the white sludge as it covered my still rock hard nipples. I held her like that for so long as she slept in my arms. I didn't need as much as I used to and I stayed awake lightly licking her clean of my seed. I love how she and I taste.



Gift of the Old Ch. 03



I'd be lying if I said that I didn't miss the demon world. It's been about a week since I had returned and life was good. Madi had moved in with me, my modelling was better than ever thanks to my massive tits, and I was quickly growing a fan base of girls at the agency. I often felt horny while working, and my body would naturally produce pheromones that would spread through the air, though they wouldn't affect men, simply because they weren't the objects of my desire. Madi had joined me on the model scene, though she wasn't interested in the standard lingerie or swim suit magazines, no she was adamant that she only did porn mags. All was well with us, but as I said I do miss the demon world. If only they would come here.

(Third Person)

Credo focused his mind and concentrated his magic on a single place; the home of Lisa Knulla. She was all he could think about these days. Everything about her seemed to entice him, and now he was crossing the dimensions just to see her again, and of course he was bringing a present. In a matter of moments the portal was open, and through the crackling energy he could see her as she walked up to the door, her massive breasts bouncing with each step. Any hesitation disappeared from his mind and he stepped through the portal, bringing his gift with him.

(Lisa)

Madi wasn't home when I came back, but that was normal. She'd often fuck a few female models at the end of a day, and I was thankful that I'd added a chemical to her cum so that the models wouldn't remember the experience in detail, only remembering that it was a pleasurable time. Closing the curtains I released my centaur form. It was like stretching muscles after sleeping for several hours, though I still felt confined even when I've released this form. I realised that I haven't run in this form ever since I got here. I changed back and wrote a note to Madi, saying I was going out for a run, and that she would have to cook dinner.

I sat cross legged on the floor of our bedroom, concentrating on the large amount of land that Credo had bought for me. Credo... It was strange that I missed him the most, but at the same time it felt right, like he was the one person, uh, demon I've been waiting for all my life. My concentration was broken just as a sharp flash of powerful demonic energy blinded me. My eyes quickly recovered and, to my disbelief, right in front of me stood Credo, his demonic body bare for all to see.

"Credo?" I asked, my voice reflecting the disbelief in my eyes.

"Yes." He answered and looked at me. I wasn't sure during my time in the demon world, about weather or not demons could know love or anything human, besides anger and lust, but in his eyes, I saw both lust, and love. I stood up to hug him, when I heard a loud cry of shock and terror come from the doorway. Madi was home.

Turning, I saw her staring open mouth at Credo, her eyes open wide in terror. I smiled at her and that seemed to put her at ease, though she didn't take her gaze off the demon.

"Be weary of her, Lisa." He warned, placing a protective hand on my shoulder.

"Why?" I asked.

"She's not human." He explained briefly.

"I know, I modified her body using magic." I told him, placing my small hand on his monstrous one. He shook his head.

"That would only change the outer perception, inside she is something else." I looked to Madi and saw tears welling in her eyes, tears that seemed blood red, as though she were bleeding.

"It's true." She said and her body began changing.

Her breasts, EE like mine, inflated to a massive 34H cup. Her 30 inch waist thinned to 28 inches, her ass gained another four inches. Those weren't the only changes; her eyes had turned from warm brown, to heterochromic, one being piercing blue, the other a dark crimson. All the while her hair grew from the recent shoulder length cut, to her knees, changing from light blonde to star-like silver. Her face was lowered, her shoulders rising and falling heavily.

"Madi?" I asked, concern thick in my voice.

"More..." She raised her face and I saw her fangs. Before I could react she leapt at me, her mouth open and her fangs aimed directly at my throat.

Just moments before she sunk them into me, Credo had raised a hand, using magic to freeze her in place.

"Vampire," He said with mild fascination, "I believed them to be extinct. No. She isn't a vampire, only half." He talked to himself, while he and I studied the frozen Madi, my gaze fixated upon her slightly bulging crotch and massive breasts.

"Why would she attack me?" I asked him, looking into her mismatched eyes.

"You've cum inside her, yes?" I nodded, "It wasn't an attack then, she was after more of your seed. You see the vampires, aren't like how human stories portray them. Blood is what sustains their life, but there was something a female vampire discovered towards the end of the twelfth century, this discovery worked far better than blood and supplied a vampire with more power than thought possible, human sexual fluids. Because of this the vampire quickly rose in the vampire hierarchy."

"Should I assume that Madi is a descendant of this vampire?" I asked still looking at Madi's frozen form. He nodded.

"I would also assume that since your sperm is much more potent than a human's, or even most demons, she has become addicted to it. I also believe she is pregnant." He said and pointed to her slightly bulging belly.

I wasn't that surprised. Especially when you consider the fact that I cum enough to inflate her womb, therefore I most likely also flood her ovaries as well.

"Credo," I said turning to him, "Release her." He only nodded upon seeing my raging horse shaped erection. Once Madi was released she fell onto me, her fangs lightly grazing my neck, but not penetrating, as she planted a dozen kisses on me, her hands running over my naked body, pausing to pinch my rock hard nipples, before going down my taut stomach, and finally finding a foot and a half of throbbing meat. I concentrated and began growing my tentacles, when suddenly I felt something familiar. I looked around us and saw them; the roses, but how? I looked around and a saw a small chest opened at the side, where hundreds of roses flowed from, effectively covering my furniture, my walls, and of course Madi and me. I could feel their soft caresses as they replaced Madi's hands on my breasts, wrapping around each globe tightly, kneading them, while they pinched and 'licked' my pleading teats.

The rose petals at the tips each felt like mouths, as they kissed and suckled on my flesh. I looked up, and saw two with needles growing from the tips. Here we go again, I thought and gasped when they pierced my already inflated breasts, all the while Madi was licking my solid length and kissing the spongy tip, lapping the pre-cum that flowed. Credo hadn't remained inactive during this, and had moved so that his massive cock stood not two inches from my face. I opened wide and felt him enter my throat in one smooth, yet powerful motion. I could feel my throat stretched obscenely around his girth of nearly five inches. Likewise Madi had forced over six inches into her own mouth, salivating wildly, coating my cock in layer after layer of her spit. In the meantime the needled roses had removed themselves from my tits, which now basically said 'screw you physics!'. Sitting proudly on my chest were twin globes each bigger than my head and with nipples that stood at four inches long and an inch thick, looking like miniature cocks. Two normal roses came to them and began sucking, taking all four inches into themselves.

I could smell Credo so strongly. His musky scent permeated the room, filling it with all of our aphrodisiacs and pheromones, each so strong that any human who walked in would join in the depraved act. Actually that's not a bad idea. Sending out mental commands to all the models I worked with, I felt my cum begin to boil within, my cock growing another inch in girth, while Credo's balls made audible gurgling sounds as he began to cum, down my throat, and straight into my small stomach. The roses also joined in, spraying me and Madi with their green tinted seed, even as our stomachs bloated with semen. I could feel the endless stream pouring down my throat, and I knew Madi felt it as well, as I came gallons down her small throat.

Suddenly the doorbell rang. The models were here. My smile was like the one of a villain whose evil plan had come to fruition, as the models came in, their naked bodies showing off their curves and their swollen pussies all dripping with arousal. Impregnate them... I don't know where the thought came from, and it worried me, for all of five seconds, as the models, were restrained and lifted into the air by the roses. There were a dozen of them, but there were hundreds of roses, as twelve pairs of needled vines rose to each model's human sized breasts. I pushed Madi off of me, to a whine from her, much like a dog. That's what she is now, the strange thought was right; she's my bitch, my slave, and she will forever do as I say. I looked up at the bounty before me, as each breast inflated to the size of basketballs. From my back I grew a dozen tentacles, each four inches thick and infinitely long, complete with a near endless supply of potent semen.

They were all moaning in bliss as their breasts were inflated further. When I finally impregnate them, there will be a lot of young, dozens, no hundreds, so they needed breasts like milk factories. I grew a dozen new tentacles, each tipped with a tiny needle, these would force them to release every egg within their ovaries at once. The phallus tentacles moved in first, stretching their small human pussies wide as they pushed in, the slime they secreted would keep them from being harmed, while also lubricating them, combined with the women's abundant juices made the entrance smooth and painless. Soon I pressed against each of their cervix, pressing onward, forcing the thickness inside their wombs, the place where my own children would spawn. I forced more of each tendril into each, coiling it up inside of them, the action obvious through the bulges that were their wombs. After what must've been a kilometre of tentacles meat had entered them, creating spiral shaped bulges. I withdrew.

It took all of two minutes to retract the tentacles, until only the tips remained inside. They were all babbling incoherently, having experienced multiple orgasms from being filled with so much hot, throbbing meat.

"There's more where that came from." I said and grew yet another set of tentacles, these ones six inches thick, and carried, not sperm, but eggs, exact replicas of theirs'. These entered them, causing their lengths to bulge from each woman's taut abdomen, thanks to the combined thickness of ten inches. Once in their womb the thicker tentacles began to spray their eggs inside, actually swelling the wombs with the sheer amount. I knew that their bodies wouldn't be able to take such drastic swelling, meaning that I would have to alter their bodies further. I felt my power boil within me, even as their bellies began to look four months pregnant just from additional eggs. I released the power into each, making their bodies able to stretch pass the extreme.

Only now did I begin. My four inch tentacles began fucking them hard and fast, while more eggs poured inside, and then a final set joined in, stretching their already obscene cunts over a foot around the combined girth. None were conscious anymore, having passed out from the overpowering orgasms. But I wasn't done yet. A quick thought later and they were awake, now able to resist the lure of unconsciousness, and experience every second of tormenting pleasure. It was mesmerising to see their cunt lips actually being being stretched taut around the combined girth of three tentacles, as they pulled out their lips were too, then they were forced back inside of them. I'd been so focused on fucking their cunts I'd forgotten about their various other orifices.

(Third Person)

Credo was surprised by Lisa's behaviour. He and the other demons had observed her since she was a young girl, and not once had she displayed this kind of personality. Doubtful thoughts crept their way into his mind: What if this was the Demon King's doing? What if this was the plan all along? He wasn't sure why he thought this, he'd been born a demon, raised by the King himself. He wasn't a fool, he wouldn't dare try to anger the angel's by taking over Earth. But what if he wasn't thinking straight? As of late the King had been acting differently, he no longer left his throne room, whereas before he'd been very active, often wandering around the demon world, and when he did leave the room, it was only to go to his private quarters, a place that not even Credo had seen, and he'd been treated like a son to the King. But no one had seemed accept him, as though he weren't a demon.

He thought about it, trying to remember a time before the kingdom. Demons don't forget anything, even from infancy they can remember everything, however Credo could not. It was as though a wall were stopping him, and when he pressed it a sharp pain would flare, as though he'd been shot in the head. This time however he was bearing the pain, pressing against it with all his demonic might. He couldn't understand why he wanted to break through it now, it was as though everything would come to light if he just broke through. Credo's physical body was doing nothing, just standing there, with a vacant expression, however Lisa and Madi were far too absorbed in fucking, and seeing the dozen human bodies stretched and distorted to insane levels, to notice him. The wall suddenly gave way, letting him into the deepest recesses of his consciousness.

What he found was only faces, with names written in a language not even he knew. As he dove deeper, things became clearer, as though he had been seeing the world through clear plastic, and that plastic had been removed, letting him see with clarity. The further we ventured the language began to make sense, though the names were impossible to say or write in any human language. He started to hear voices, most called to him, others tried to turn him away. He ignored the minority and continued.

Suddenly he was standing in a sunlit meadow, much like the one where he and the roses had fucked Lisa for the first time, however something was different; the roses were brightly coloured and still had their thorns. These weren't the things that captivated him however, it was the tall blonde woman who squatted over a bed of white roses, studying them, as though they were beauty incarnate. Then she saw him and smiled brilliantly, the bright sunlight reflected by her teeth, but that wasn't what took his breath away. It was Lisa, except it wasn't. Something about her was different, her face and figure were the same, but her demeanour was completely different, as though she weren't human.

"Where have you been, Michael?" She asked standing to her full height. She wore nothing, her breasts on full display, tipped with rose coloured nipples hard as stone. He was about to reply that his name wasn't Michael, but realised he couldn't say it. Instead what came out was:

"My apologies, the Watchers are paying closer attention to me. They are beginning to suspect us." He said, his voice, usually soft, but gruff at the same time, was deeper, and smoother, as though it were designed to soothe those around him.

"Why do they continue to pester us? He made us this way, he made us to love one another. Not to be kept apart." She whined.

Credo soon realised he was watching a scene through this Michael's eyes.

"If only they saw it that way. Angels have become tainted by their superiority, they believe themselves to be perfect, and you to be mere pets they own." He saw the worry in her eyes as she walked to him, her breasts bouncing with each step.

"What will happen to us?" She asked, sobs tainting her sweet voice.

"I will never let anything happen to you. Even if I must make a deal with the devil himself." He promised, taking her into his arms and vowing never to let her come to harm. No, he was a demon, why did he think this way? For that matter why did Lisa's behaviour concern him? Something told him that he would find his answers by observing what happens here.

They held each other for what seemed like an eternity. There was nothing sexual about the embrace, it was one of love, faith, and shared concern for each other. That was when everything fell apart. Above the cracks appeared in the sky, getting deeper and spreading further, as though something, or someone, was trying to smash through it. Michael noticed first, but by then it was too late. The sky seemed to open and from the cracked sky angels descended, their holy brilliance blinding to the mortal woman.

"I will not let you take her!" His shout of anger held within it power only an archangel possessed, a power that rivalled Lucifer's. The legion of angels hesitated, before continuing their descent, obviously confident in their greater numbers. They had every reason to be confident. Angels of varying forms and statuses surrounded them.

"Just forget about her Michael and all will be forgiven." One said, his tone making it clear that all would not be forgiven.

"It will be a cold day in hell, before I give up on her. You could never understand." Michael said, taking a defensive stance in front of his lover.

"You are right. We could never understand why a archangel would fall for such a lowly being as this." His voice was one that would later be associated with the label 'prick'.

Credo watched all this, unable to do a thing. He knew that this Michael was conflicted about fighting his brethren, as he would be. Once again he was struck by the strange desire to protect this human, but he didn't question it. One made a move on his lover, but was met by Michael's sword, materialized on instinct, as it cut through their outstretched arms, leaving only bloodied stumps, though they healed quickly.

"The holy sword; Erackiel." One said, astonished by the fact that his own brother would bare it against them. That sword is the only thing in existence that can cut and kill immortals, like angels, Credo thought, not knowing how he knew, since he had never laid eyes on the sword, nor had he heard of it until now.

The woman wasn't afraid. She knew her angelic lover would protect her, as he had for all this time. She stood behind Michael, watching the angels, ready to alert him should they make a move on her.

"This is a battle I cannot win." His voice echoed through her mind. He had gifted her with telepathy on their first night together, making so that she could contact him at anytime.

"Then what should we do?" She replied, believing in his words, despite her faith that he could win. She never doubted him. Never.

"I will hold them off. You need to run with every ounce of strength you have."

"I won't leave you!" She cried internally, but she knew that this was her only chance to survive.

"We will meet again, in another life, I swear it." He turned around and kissed her. It was then the angels chose to strike.

They moved swiftly, not wanting to give the archangel a chance to react to their advance. Michael expected this however, and swung his sword in a high arc, amputating limbs, and giving minor wounds to the more cautious few. He turned away from his lover and faced the horde. This was his last battle. And on his life he swears that they will never lay a finger on her. With a quick prayer Michael charged, Erackiel glowing with angelic light, tainted with the black, of his betrayal of his brethren.

The second the fight began, she started running as though the hounds of hell were at her heels. Michael fought desperately, slashing, punching, and kicking any and all who came within his reach, however a small group saw his lover running and gave chase.




Gift of the Old Ch. 03



"No!" He yelled. His voice carried enough power and authority that the group froze in their tracks, paralysed by fear and the hierarchy that they had followed since the day they were born. In a second Michael was on them, hacking away their arms and legs, and finally severing their heads, even as the others tried to stop him. The battle seemed to go on forever, when in fact it lasted all of ten minutes, before he was overwhelmed and chained to the ground.

"You are going to watch while we... take advantage... of this realm's obscurity from the eyes of god." Michael's eyes widened in fear when he saw his lover being dragged over by two of his brothers.

"You wouldn't!" He spat at the leader.

"Oh, but I would, and so will all of us." With that chains bound him mouth, silencing his protests.

"What's your name my dear?" The leader asked as he crouched before her.

"Alisa." She said, her voice powerful and unafraid, despite the look of a trapped animal in her eyes.

"Alisa? What nice name. Tell me, Alisa, how much a of slut are you if you were able to seduce Michael?" She said nothing, knowing that whatever she said he would twist to his will.

"You won't answer me? That's okay, we can find out together!" Her eyes widened when suddenly every angel there was naked, and all sported sixteen to eighteen inch long, two or three inch thick cocks, with balls the size of soft balls, each.

Alisa's mouth began to water at the sight of so many throbbing, rock hard shafts. She didn't like admitting it, but after sleeping with Michael so many times, she realised that sex with angels couldn't be compared to intercourse with humans. The taste of their cum, the feeling of their cocks inside her, their very presence, it all served to make her cum hard and fast. The angels noticed this and smirked, pleased by the turn of events.

"You want this?" He asked thrusting his hips lightly, poking her cheek with the tip of his cock. Alisa only moaned, trying to turn away, but her lust fought her pride, weakening it.

"I said 'you want this'?" He repeated, and this time Alisa gave him a verbal answer.

"Yes... fuck me!" In an instant six angels surrounded her, their cocks pressing against her soft flesh.

With a loud moan of wanton lust she opened her mouth wide and forced the thick tip of the closest cock into her mouth. She lashed it with her tongue, coating the head in saliva before pushing down, forcing the massive prick down her throat, the progress visible as the head bulged from her throat. The others began to get anxious to get in on the act and brought her hands to their throbbing meat, which she began jerking the second her small fingers wrapped around them. Beads of pre-cum dripped from the three cocks currently in the grasp of her throat and hands, helping to speed up her movements with the added lubrication. One lifted her up and laid beneath her, his cock pressing against her tight asshole, hidden behind her ample cheeks, while another spread her meaty thighs, his own dick lightly pressing against her dripping pussy, so swollen with her need for the angel's' cocks. 

The entry was instantaneous. Her cum lubricating the way, even as my surprisingly tight cunt was stretched, as though a fist were being fed into it, rather than a cock. Her moans were muffled by the thick cock that speared her throat, while two others were held near her face, occasionally smearing their pre-cum onto her soft cheeks. The angels didn't have much staying power, she realised as the one in her throat let out a groan of passion and she felt his cum spraying down into her throat, coating her oesophagus in angelic sperm, and filling her stomach to the brim, before it began to flow through her intestines. The angel behind her felt the added warmth and lubrication, and with a mighty push, he hilted inside her, and added his own jizz to the mix. Next the two in her hands exploded, hiding her features behind a mask of white. The taste and feeling of being filled with so much delicious cum sent her into a dizzying array of orgasms, her cunt tightening on the pole invading it, milking it of its own sperm. It wasn't long before its efforts bore fruit, as her warm tunnel of lust was painted white, even as it spurted out around the cock plugging her hole.

Their orgasms were extraordinarily disproportionate to their staying power. The five angels, continuously firing load upon load in and on her, lasting for a full two minutes each. By the time it was over she looked like she had been gangbanged by a hundred rather prolific men, and her abdomen swollen as though six months pregnant. She was panting for air, having been forced to swallow for a full two minutes, with very little air, however the angels' had a different idea in mind for their slut. Three took their positions and thrust into her leaking holes, plugging her with more angelic meat.

Michael watched as his lover was willingly taken, and now unwillingly, as her body was filled once again with his brethren's cocks. Rage rose within his normally peaceful mind, now he desired to rip them all to shreds, not just flee with her, no, now he couldn't let a single one of his brothers live, but to do that he needed power. More power then ever before.

"I can help you there." He heard the voice in his mind, and he knew it to be a demon's, not just any demon, the strongest, Malifious.

"I do not need your help demon." He thought even as he saw his lover moan in lust and discomfort, as another cock was forced into her pussy.

"Oh, but you want it. I know you do, and I am willing to give more power. All you have to do is agree to my conditions." She screamed in pain suddenly as a cock was somehow forced into her tit.

"I agree to any conditions you set. Now give me power!" Michael shouted in his mind. There was no reply, instead he felt dark power, demonic power, rush through his body, granting him strength unheard of, and altering his physical appearance. Now he truly looked like a demon.

Credo was suddenly forced from the body. His spirit flew into the air, where it stopped. Through spiritual eyes he surveyed the scene before, then his eyes were laid upon the demon that was Michael. Emotions rage within him, denial, anger, despair, disbelief, and astonishment. What stood there was so familiar to him, so accursedly familiar, that he almost wished it weren't. He knew who Michael was now. He knew how he tied into Credo's memories. The archangel Michael was Credo. Two sides of the same coin. Two opposites that somehow became the same. Credo was a archangel turned demon.

Once he had realised the truth the world turned to black and he stood once more in Lisa's living room, where a dozen women laid with massively inflated torso's, all the while moaning incoherently. Where's Lisa, He thought. He also knew who she was. Alisa reincarnated.



Gift of the Old Ch. 04: Final



Authors Note: Please take note that this chapter is the last in Gift of the Old, it is extremely plot heavy and the sex scenes are as extreme as my preferences allow. With that said, please tell me what you think of it, and don't forget to rate. Thank you very much.

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I had left Credo to his flashback, or whatever it was. My lust and powerful new urge to impregnate as many women as possible, causing me to run rampant through the neighbour hood. No one above the age of eighteen were safe, my pheromones penetrated the air, clouding all rational thought and leading them to me, where they were magically altered and fucked until they became moaning heaps of pregnant bodies. As for the males I implanted the suggestion of bringing more legal women back to me.

I trotted along the street in centaur form, carrying a heavily pregnant Madi on my back. She had practically soaked my fur in her juices, cumming everytime I did. I was also fucking another woman, my tentacles keeping her aloft as my cock penetrated deeper than any human ever could, it's head and shaft bulging obscenely from her normally taut stomach. I wasn't going anywhere in particular, I was just walking along, taking any woman of legal age I came across. I did a quick count in my head, and estimated that I had implanted more than thirty women with hundreds of demonic spawn. In fact they should be birthing them any minute now.

(Third Person)

Credo left the house in a frenzy. He needed to bring Lisa to her senses, otherwise she would end up like him, a servant to the demon king, with no memories of life before hand. He wouldn't let that happen, even if it killed him. Credo felt different now, as though something burned within him, something other than lust, and a need to murder or maim anything in sight. Was this love? He thought, knowing that he was also regaining some of his more angelic properties, such as his wings, which were currently the size of a chickens, but were growing rapidly. He stopped outside the house, sensing the coming of many demons.

He looked around, but there was nothing. It was silent, not even a bird chirped, nor did the wind blow through the trees. Suddenly a scream pierced the silence, coming from the house, specifically the living room. Running back in, he saw the women all spreading their legs and using their hands to caress their stomachs, and wildly rubbing their pussies. Credo looked at them, trying to figure out what was making them suddenly so active, when he noticed a slight movement from one's stomach. They were giving birth already.

He could not do anything but stand there. Watching as the women tried to birth the demons in the natural way, however they had no intention of letting their mother's live, no they tore through the flesh that imprisoned them, quickly making headway and soon ending their mothers. To see human life end in such a gruesome manner affected Credo far more than it should, and he realised that his angelic side was the one repulsed by it, after all Michael was an archangel who was cast down, for loving humans all too much. This hurt him far more than any blade could.

Shutting out his returned love of humanity, Credo began to destroy the twisted creations as they crawled from the torn remains of their mothers, using nothing but his demonic energy to disintegrate them. The demons resembled bats, yet they were all equipped with fangs almost as large as their bodies, with wings that spanned only a foot each. They had the legs of goats, with reptilian claws rather than hooves, their bodies were covered in a mixture of fur and scales, from which half a dozen tentacles waved about each. They were eliminated easily enough.

Leaving the house once again, Credo heard more screams, the same ones that preceded the birth of those vile demons. How will I get them all? He asked himself, to which his other half replied;

"Call on Erackiel; it will answer you now." Deciding that he had nothing to lose, Credo held out his hand and conjured the image of Erackiel in his mind, feeling a powerful warmth flow through his arm, gaining strength until it suddenly ceased, and there it was; Erackiel, except it wasn't. The sword from before had been corrupted by it's time laid dormant within Credo's soul, as such it's form now resembled something far more demonic.

What had been a simple broadsword had turned into a halberd-sword hybrid. The blade was pitch black and split in two like an axe, however the blades were one and a half metres long, twin blades protruded from the hilt, and the shaft was easily four and a half feet long. It's thickness was just right for his grip (It's beginning to sound a tad sexual isn't it?). Raising the transformed black sword to the sky, dark clouds gathering around his location, turning the once bright day as black as space. As he did so a saying from an old human television show sprung to his mind.

"IIIIII HAVE THE POWEEEEEEEERRRRR!!" He yelled. With that out of his system he looked around, seeing the demon spawn now crawling from their mothers' corpses. Counting, their numbers totalled little over two dozen. A simple wave of the massive weapon and they disintegrated.

(1st person)

I sensed it. The power of angels, mixed with a demons. I had no idea how I could recognise it, but I assumed that was my new instincts, granted to me by my demonic rebirth. Is that Credo? I thought and looked back, my tentacles now pulling the cumming female on and off my cock, effectively using her to masturbate. A sharp pain shot through me at that moment, it felt like I was being torn apart from the inside, yet as soon as it began it ended.

"What was that?" I said aloud, panic racing through me. My children? He's slaughtering them. But why? They're demons; his brethren. The answer came to me instantly.

"That angelic power... It's Credos?" I stated in a questioning manner. What the fuck is going on?! I screamed in my mind, as a forced climax shot through me, impregnating the female. After that I left Madi with the woman and went to deal with this new threat.

(3rd person)

The rush was like nothing else. The sense of invincibility was intoxicating, like a drug that gave the ultimate high. Were it not for his present situation Credo would have laughed with jubilation, but he could sense her, Lisa; she was coming, and fast. Feeling no need to rush toward the hurricane of demonic, feminine fury coming his way. The sky remained pitch black, and not a sound was heard, besides the sizzling of whatever flesh remained from the unholy creations. Credo stood amongst it all, waiting for hell's fury to arrive.

(1st person)

It took less time than I'd thought. After only a few minutes, I could see Credo, except he looked very different... almost angelic in his own rite, yet the holy visage was tainted with black veins running along his face, focused primarily around his glowing red irises, centred within dull azure sclera. His body no longer appeared demonic, despite his facial features, but there was an aura around him, one that sent shivers through my body, both from desire and absolute terror. I could see the angel and demon within, and they were one.

I stared at Credo for what felt like a century. He did likewise, watching me for any signs of hostility, or humanity, though the latter was far less likely. It was obvious that he wasn't the same, and that he intended to get in my way. I knew that I needed to eliminate the threat, to clear the way for my offspring, to pave the way for my king... Where did that come from? Shock coursed through me, yet none of it showed on my face, but inside I came to the realisation that I was no longer human, at all. Despite this being my desire, it still hit hard.

I stood frozen. A part of me refused to accept that I was just a demon, just another who served the king, while another side of me wanted it, wanted to be the servant. Neither side gave in, and neither side could compromise... was this an inner manifestation of Credo and myself? Within my mind a single tear was shed, as I realised it to be true; we couldn't back down from each other, and we couldn't find compromise... this was our destiny all along.

I transformed back to my human state. Credo showed no sign of surprise at this, though his finger twitched on instinct. I bowed my head, not wanting to see his eyes.

"You know... when you came to me and offered a change from my mundane life, I was grateful, and then you showed me pleasure beyond a human's imagination." I looked up at him, "So why won't you let me share this with the rest of the world? When they feel what I, what WE, can do, they'll welcome the demons with open arms." He shook his head at this, his expression solemn.

"That's not for you to decide. When I came to you, it was because the king had taken an interest in you... I didn't question it, I merely obeyed. I showed you the pleasures of a demon, a thing I shouldn't have done... look what it's turned you into: A slave to desire, and nothing but a puppet. I see it in your eyes; you know what you're doing, and what will happen if I don't stop you."

"I do know... however if I don't do this then my life will go back to the way it was! I'd prefer to die, then go back to that boring existence!" I'm not sure how I knew that everything would go back to normal, but I could feel it in my gut; if Credo won all my power would be taken. I won't let that happen, I thought with conviction.

With a movement as fast, if not faster than Bruce Lee's punches, I raised a hand and directed a blast of pure energy at Credo. To my surprise he swatted it away like a fly, sending it into someone's vacant house, setting it ablaze. The flames caused shadows to dance across his face, his eyes glowing both with benevolence and malice. He raised his massive sword and swung it in an arc. He was way to far away, even with its absurd length it couldn't reach, and yet I felt a blast of powerful air strike me, knocking the air from my lungs. Around me the road and side-walks have a huge gash in them, like he had slashed through the earth. It wasn't strong enough to send me flying, but it still hurt me.

Once more I raised my hands and blasted him. Like before he swatted the blasts away, strangely aiming for the already burning house, but this time I kept blasting him, never ending my bombardment. He stood there, casually deflecting them as though this were a minor annoyance to him, and then he began taken steps toward me, even as I continued the bombardment, even as he continued to deflect my attacks, he kept walking closer. I could a feel a kind of fear welling within me now, and I finally understood what characters in a horror movie must feel like, being stalked by someone who refuses to stop, who refuses to die. I began backing up now.

On and on, he came closer, taking large enough steps that I had to pick up speed. I could feel my body tiring, the constant attack on him was having an affect on me, draining me of my strength. I stumbled slightly, but righted myself in less than a second. That smallest of time frames was all he needed. He launched himself at me, taking the full brunt of my blasts, all the while raising his massive weapon and once more swinging it in a wide arc, this time however, he was in range. I felt the blade penetrate my side, however he must've halted himself before he could hack me in half, as it only cut me, however the force of the swing created a massive shock wave of air, sending me flying to the side, and through another house. The pain was unlike anything I'd experienced.

I continued flying for what felt like an eternity. It was only a second though, and Credo took full advantage of my weakened state, flying after me like a bullet, and grabbed me by the hair before slamming me into the ground. I tasted blood. My own blood. Then he lifted me up, holding me before him as though he were looking me over, then he threw me into the air, once more shooting after me with dizzying speed. This time he raised a fist and before I could even react, sent me shooting down to earth once more. I lost all consciousness then.

(3rd Person)

Credo descended to earth slowly, surveying the destruction he had caused. The area where Lisa had landed was a crater, and had in fact sent many cars flying from the shock wave, destroying most of the surrounding houses as well. Flames burned brightly, casting dancing shadows across the battlefield. All the corpses seemed to have flown away as well, causing Credo to feel somewhat sickened by the mistreatment of the dead.

"My sincere apologies to you all. I know you must not have wished for this." He said in repentance and resolved to give them proper burials later on.

He landed on the shattered ground before Lisa's unconscious form. He looked down at her, saddened by the turn of events, but with her incapacitated, he could breathe somewhat easier. Erackiel vanished with a flash of blinding light into his soul, and he fell back, sitting on the cold ground.

"The sky's black." He said aloud, his brow furrowed in confusion. He had been in such a rush that he had not questioned the colour, but now that he was able to rest and think, he wondered what had caused it. Thinking over the events, he assumed that Lisa must've been in some way responsible, however with her unconscious that was unlikely, then there was him. His power was both angel and demon, something that had never been seen before, not by Satan, nor by God. The fusion of the two might have caused the phenomenon.

Still puzzling over it a scream pierced the air. He stood to attention instantly. The scream had come from some distance away, and was one of pure anguish. To a human, Credo appeared to have vanished from that spot, only to appear before a pleasure drunken Madi, and a woman clearly in the midst of being torn open from the inside. She seemed to be lasting longer than the others, and her eyes somehow focused on him.

"Please? Please help me! My-my baby!" Credo looked down at her with a mixture of awe and pity, knowing that she would not survive, unless... he reached out and placed his hands on her heavily swollen stomach, feeling the struggling hell spawn within. Exhaling, a light began to spread along her stomach. Instantly her cries ceased.

The demon within also ceased its squirming. Credo inhaled and exhaled slowly, channelling a power he had not wielded for many centuries, one that he hadn't even tested in this manner, and sending it into the womb, or rather the child within. In his minds eye, he could see the demon as a crimson stain on this woman's blue aura, but as he focused his angelic might on it, the crimson began to fade, turning to white. After what felt to be a lifetime, the crimson completely faded, and Credo removed his hand from her womb. He smiled warmly up at her.

"May God be with you two." He said and placed his hand on her forehead, sending her to a pleasant sleep.

Before he could dwell on what had happened he noticed Madi, moaning and trying to relieve her sexual need. While he had been able to purify the demonic spawn, he doubted he could do so for her, since she was far more developed, but it pained him to see her in such a state, the angelic desire to help all living creatures with human blood burning through his mind. Without realising it, his cock had risen, reacting to the display. Credo knew of only one way to assist the dhampir, one that would disgust his angelic half.

"Do it then." Michael said to Credo's surprise.

"Are you sure? Maybe-"

"No, this is your area of expertise. I will let you handle it as you see fit." With the spoken consent, Credo's lips moved into a predatory smile, his eyes alight with lust. His phallus reached its full glory at that moment.

He studied the dhampir in great detail. After releasing her true self, she had a body that rivalled Lisa's, and a lust that seemed to exceed even her's. Now her eyes focused just long enough to see Credo, his naked cock standing to attention above her, drooling a thick stream of pre-cum from the sheer sight of her. A small drop landed on her cheek, her tongue snaking out instinctively to lick it up. Instantly her lust took complete hold of her; she rose from position, to kneel before his cock, as though it were her god. Reaching she gripping it in her comparatively small hands.

"S-So... oh god, so big." She moaned out, her husky voice low and filled with incomparable lust. She began stroking him, her small hands unable to encompass the entirety of its girth, however she made up for it in speed. Using his pre as lubricant, she began to move up and down his length as fast she could, moaning in wanton need, as though it were ploughing her tight, needy cunt right then and there. She slowed her movements slightly, moving to rub the head against her cum smeared cheek, while her tongue snaked out to lap at its glistening length, the taste only serving to break her control further. With a small cry of lust she pulled back slightly, before opening wide and forcing the head past her lips, into the wet heat of her mouth, only to go past that and into her throat. She stayed like that, looking up at him with blood red tears of happiness in her eyes. Then she began to move.

The massive pillar should have dislocated her jaw, however she showed no signs of discomfort let alone pain. Credo looked down at her, an obvious bulge in her throat as she savoured the feeling of him inside her mouth, her tongue lapping at him from within, drawing more pre-cum from his tip, pouring directly into her oesophagus. Madi's eyes rose to meet his, and in her eyes he saw an insatiable hunger. With a wink, Madi began to push onward, taking inch after thick, throat bulging inch. Soon enough she could feel it enter her oesophagus, curious, she placed her hands to her sternum, where she could feel the shape of his cock through her skin, his need pulsing visibly from within her. The sensations erased all higher thought from her mind.

To Credo's surprise she began to pull back, only to leap forward once he was barely in her mouth. Over and over she took his length inside her throat, only to pull back until the head was all that filled her, before plunging back down rapidly. Her vampire blood granted her increased speed, and she used it to its fullest ability, almost appearing as a blur as she deepthroated the magnificent cock before her. Above her, she could hear Credo groaning in pleasure now, and knew he couldn't last much longer. She withdraw his length from her throat completely, breathing heavily in her lust, as she reached to once more stroke his entire manhood, slick with her saliva and his pre, she soon built up speed, sliding up and down at incredible speeds, only stopping a couple of times to suck on his head, practically drinking his delicious pre. Then she felt him pulsate wildly in her grip.

To Credo, this was incredible. He didn't know if it was due to the memories he had observed before, or if receiving the power of an angel had somehow heightened his sensitivity, but he couldn't care less at that moment, as he felt his orgasm build. Madi never relented in her assault, bombarding his control with her skilled hands and mouth, each stroke or lick bringing him ever nearer to utter completion. Suddenly she took him back into her body, forcing his entire cock inside, where it remained, while her hands fondled his balls, her tongue reaching out to lick at the swollen sack. Credo felt the proverbial dam break and he gripped her head, keeping her there whether she wanted it or not, but of course, she did. The first shot was fired directly into her insatiable stomach.

(Meanwhile... in the first person view)

Consciousness returned to me slowly. At first I couldn't open my eyes, but I was aware of my body, and of the damage it had sustained, though I felt very little pain, probably due to my magic. My memory was hazy though, and I couldn't remember how this had happened, with the earliest thing I could think of was seeing Credo standing before me, naked as the day I had met him. But something happened afterwards... didn't it? I could feel my face shift in confusion, forcing my eyes open slightly. Through the haze of sleep I could see darkness, but with bright, flame like light mixed in. My hands shifted of their own accord and I felt the gravel beneath me.




Gift of the Old Ch. 04: Final



Groggily I sat up, ignoring the protests of my body, and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. When I opened them again, I saw destruction, though it had clearly happened earlier, however the flames still burned strongly. Looking around several houses were destroyed, and the road and side-walks weren't in much better shape, then I saw where I had been resting; a giant crater, once that reached beyond the road and had caused several houses to crumble. I stood up, staring in a state of shock at the sights around me, my mind alight with activity trying to remember what had happened. Then I saw it, the blood. So much blood.

I wasn't squeamish and I'd seen plenty of gory as all hell horror movie. But even they were outdone by this. The sight and amount of blood was too much for me and I fell to my knees, my body and mind giving out on me as I tried to process what I was seeing. It was like some horror movie, like the ones where aliens attack and kill everyone, yet there were no aliens, only devastation. A sudden throbbing began in the back of head, quickly becoming a painful pulsations that forced my hands to my head, as though they could stop it, but still the pulsations grew, becoming unbearable. Then they stopped and a flood of images came pouring into my mind.

I saw it all. I remembered it all; impregnating those women with demon spawn, confronting a changed Credo, and finally the battle we had so one-sidedly fought, with Credo dominating the fight as though I were nothing but a angry child. I could feel tears in my eyes. Was I angry that Credo had won so easily, or was it that I regretted what I'd done? Whatever the reason, they ran down my cheeks, their trails feeling like knives dragged across my skin. I shook my head, and wiped the tears away, focusing on locating Credo. Closing my eyes, I allowed my senses to reach out; my hearing could pick up the smallest of sounds, my nose the faintest of scents, my skin felt the lightest of touches, and then my sixth sense; my mind's eye, reached out, searching throughout the neighbourhood. Then I found him.

(3rd Person)

Credo roared silently as his orgasm filled the dhampir to bursting. He watched through lust glazed eyes, as her stomach bloated from just one discharge, despite the fact that there were several more on their way. Madi simply looked up at him, trying to grin in absolute delight, but the expression was twisted by the massive appendage stretching her jaw wide. She felt the next shot stretch the delicious cock in her throat, the passage of the bulge shown clearly through her taut flesh. Once another load was deposited inside, another was on the way, then another, and another, almost seeming unending as the balls of cum stretched her jaw and throat, before filling her already pregnant looking stomach with more demonic seed. More and more flooded her body until even the dhampir could take no more.

The cum flooded back up her oesophagus, shooting from her nose and eventually pouring from the seal of her lips. Despite this, Credo's seed continued to fire on, filling her faster than her body could expel it, the pressure in her stomach eventually forcing the river to flood her lower body even further, filling her intestines until reaching the exit. Not willing to part with anymore semen, Madi clenched her ass tight, trying futilely to keep the sperm from escaping, letting out a small whine as she felt it leak from her behind. By now a puddle was pooling around the two, almost reaching the size of a pond. Then Credo's orgasm finally ceased, turning to smaller spurts, then dribbling weakly, before ending entirely. His climax over, Credo pulled from the dhampir's throat.

The moment the space was free, a flood of cum came forth. It further doused Madi, adding to the dried cum already there, also adding to the constantly increasing pool around them, not wanting to lose any more precious semen, she began shoving back into her mouth, even as it poured from her lips. The display of wanton lust was enough to arouse Credo, his cock already reaching its former glory. Seeing this, Madi ceased her movements, her gaze focused solely on the cock before her. Spontaneously, she got onto all fours, presenting her sopping vagina and leaking asshole to him, her body visibly shaking in its need to be filled completely. Such a wonderful sight, Credo thought.

The addicted dhampir whimpered in need. Shaking her hips, causing the round globes of her ass to quake enticingly, she looked behind at Credo, her eyes pleading for more, even as cum continued to dribble the corners of her mouth, and dripped from her shapely form. As he lined his cock up to her cunt, a thought came to him, one of the child that was steadily growing within her womb, one that would be part human, part demon, and part vampire, however due to Lisa's unstable demonic power, the demonic side would no doubt be stronger than both the vampire and human halves. This meant that Credo needed to purify it, however the blood of three races coursed in the small foetus, meaning it would be far more difficult to do so, but even so, Credo had a plan. For a brief second Credo's large balls glowed with an angelic light.

With his plan in motion, Credo pressed against Madi's pleading pussy. To a lustful cry from her, he thrust inside, filling her moist depths to capacity, stretching the lips taut around his girth, and pressing hard against her cervix. Knowing that any and all pain she felt translated to pleasure, Credo pulled back and thrust with all his considerable strength, smashing against her womb's entrance with enough force to break bone. However, the entrance refused to give, no doubt reinforced due to the demonic spawn growing within the womb. Once more a bright light shone for a second, and with one more, even more powerful thrust he broke through, hilting his entirety within her. The child was safe however, due to a constant barrier around it, but that too soon gave out under the angelic power assaulting it. Credo then truly began to fuck Madi into blissful oblivion.

He had constructed his own barrier around the foetus. Protecting it from all harm even as he thrust his length deep enough to punch her organs. Each time he hilted inside her, Madi let out a small cry as miniature orgasms ran through her entire body, her juices pouring from her stretched snatch, and adding to the white pool beneath it. Her own cock came to her attention suddenly, so she placed all her weight on one arm, moving the other to her throbbing phallus, needing to feel the sensations of cumming from this organ again. She stroked it in time to Credo's thrusts, each time bringing an ever lasting stream of pre-cum from her tip, aiding her in her masturbation, even as her cunt was filled to the brim with delicious cock, and her womb was fucked hard enough that it would kill her, were she a normal human. Even as she was pounded harder than ever before, harder than even Lisa had fucked her, Madi still wanted more, no she absolutely needed more! Using what remained of her muscle control, she clenched and unclenched her pussy around Credo's cock, trying to milk it of its delightful semen. When she felt him swell within her, Madi let out a joyous cry as she came.

Credo could feel every inch of her delightful pussy. The sensation of it tightening then loosening around him was wonderful, as though her cunt were sucking him like she had earlier, even as he fucked her into oblivion. As he pulled out and thrust back in, he began to feel his climax building, his cock swelling and stretching her cunt even further. With a roar, Credo once again hilted within her, as Madi came around him, her pussy becoming a vice around him, undulating around his cock, urging him on even as her orgasm washed through her. Credo let out a roar as he came.

(1st Person)

I watched in aroused disbelief, as Credo began to cum inside my dhampir lover. His output was greater than when he came inside me, her slightly bulging womb becoming full term from the first spurt alone, and there was so much more to come. My hands had wondered of their own accord, one kneading my impossible tits, pinching my nipple hard, eliciting a cry of pleasured pain from my lips, all the while my other hand had gone to my cunt. My aching, dripping, needy cunt. I needed to fill it, so fucking bad! I didn't who, or what fucked me then, I just needed a cock inside me.

"Maybe I could lend a hand." A voice said, resonating within my own head.

"Who are you?" Despite my highly aroused state, when someone starts speaking in my head I tend to question it now.

"Who else? I am your king, and I have enough power to give you a release unlike anything you've ever felt before." The offer was far too enticing to deny.

"Oh god, just do it!" I said, my fingers rubbing over my engorged clit in desperate need of release. I was too preoccupied to notice the ghostly laughter that echoed in my head, even as darkness enveloped me.

(3rd Person)

Credo could hardly think as the pleasure washed over him. However, he forced that to the corner of his mind, even as his sperm flooded Madi's womb, and disabled the barrier around the foetus. Rather than drowning it, his cum was converted in angelic light, which was absorbed by the developing infant, wherein the particles of light, sought the demonic blood and destroyed it, replacing with that of angels. With his work done, Credo replaced the barrier and let his orgasm once more take over, his cock so thick not a drop of his seed could escape her womb, inflating it to full term with twins, only to go further, her womb and flesh stretching to the size of a beach ball, and beyond. As he neared the end her abdomen was inflated to the size of a horse.

Despite the absurd size of her womb, Madi never felt better. Her vampiric hunger finally being satisfied, and beyond even that, giving her enough cum to survive for months on end. She laid on her side, basking in the afterglow, her hand caressing her mountainous stomach, even as Credo pulled out to a explosion of cum that further increased the pool she laid in, and coating the women beside her. Credo turned from the sight, not wanting to fall back into a lustful daze, and began to walk slowly back to Lisa. The acts he had carried out had drained him even more than he had thought, leaving him unable to move any faster than the average demon, at least until his strength returned. Michael returned soon after he began walking back.

"I have to say, you impressed me back there."

"What do you mean?" Credo asked.

"I mean, even I wouldn't have thought of using semen as a way to transfer particles of light into a foetus. I probably would've taken my chances and tried purifying it normally." He said.

"It was too risky, even if that child had demonic blood in it, it still carried the blood of humans, and I cannot bear to see another life fade, even before it had a chance at living." Credo explained, feeling glad despite his drained state, not only that but the sex hadn't hurt either.

"That's another thi-" Michael began, but stopped suddenly.

"What is it?" Credo asked, but then he too sensed it; something of unmatched power, something undeniably evil, and he recognised it.

"How the hell is here?" Michael said, not caring that he had cursed, only that Lucifer himself was somehow on earth, with all his power intact.

"I don't know. But I will find out." Credo vowed and began sprinting, hoping his power would recover before he arrived.

(1st Person)

I came too in a cavernous room. It was easily the most extravagant room I'd ever seen, matched only by certain royalty from Earth, with what appeared to be rubies, diamonds, emeralds, and various other gems decorating the red walls. As I looked at them, I noticed the walls seeming to pulsate, as though they had a pulse. I got out the incredibly comfortable bed, and walked to the walls, reaching out with a cautious hand, ran it across them, immediately feeling the flesh they were made of. After all I'd seen I didn't really react, just furrowed my brow in confusion and left it at that. Returning to the bed, I began to wonder just whose room this was, as I knew full well I was in the demon world, but not many demons seemed to care much for jewels or decoration in general. Then a part of the wall seemed to open, and I saw him. Someone I instinctively knew to be the king of all demons; Lucifer.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you in person, Lisa." He said and I immediately felt a flush of arousal. Was this his power? Could his voice bring me to an intense state of lust, even with just a few words.

"You see I've been waiting for this moment, for... well, quite some time." He walked closer to me, his aura sending electrical impulses to my nipples and clit. A part of me noticed my cock was no longer there, but that hardly mattered, as I watched him, trying to keep my mind straight, even as arousal warred with my ability to think.

"I needed you to be prepared for when I enacted this stage of my plan." He was standing in front of me now, and I noticed how tall he was, towering at roughly eight feet. I also began to look him over, hoping to keep my lust at bay.

He was dressed entirely in black. His shirt tight enough that I could easily see his perfectly defined abs, while his jeans were clearly too tight as well, his cock bulging along the leg, obviously too long to be confined any other way. He was also deathly pale, though he didn't look sickly, in fact he exuded pure, undeniable power and lust. His eyes were pitch black, the sclera golden, while his irises were as black as space, and they seemed to look into my soul, intoxicating it with a need for him, and only him. His oil black hair was groomed perfectly and fell behind him in a cascade of darkness, all the way to his waist. As I looked him over however, I sensed something beneath the visage before me, something truly monstrous, something that would truly resemble the king of all demons, and the ruler of hell. But right now that was the least of my worries.

He reached out to me. I felt his hand on my cheek, caressing me, at the touch I felt a small orgasm rock me. My thoughts were chaotic; did I just cum, if only just a little, from his touch alone? I took a deep breathe through my nose, and I took in his scent, so intoxicating, so... arousing. I could hardly breathe after that, my lust for this monster in a beautiful disguise was overwhelming, I would do anything for this demonic Adonis to fuck me, right here and now. My hands reached out to him, but he gripped my wrists in a single hand and forced them over my head, then he looked me over, taking several steps back to take it all in, his gaze made it obvious that I was little more than a piece of meat, valuable meat, but meat nonetheless. But it was clear that my naked form was having an effect on him, as I saw his cock growing within its denim prison. I blinked, and suddenly he was as naked as I was, his dick half erect, but even so it was far greater than any I'd taken before, out matching even Credo's or my own. My cunt released a flood of my juices in anticipation.

He kept my wrists in his hand as his cock rose. My muscles burned with effort, as I tried to break away from his grip to take hold of the growing pillar of god like masculinity, however he was clearly far, far stronger than I was, and I sat there, staring at his swelling glory, as it rose to meet my gaze, only stopping its growth when it was hard as stone and directly in front my eyes.

"Open." He commanded, and I did as said, opening my mouth as wide as possible, but even then I knew his cock would stretch my jaw wide. And I practically came in anticipation. Before I could react, he thrust forward, and indeed my jaw was stretched wide enough to dislocate, were I human of course, then I felt him press onward, burying inch after glorious inch in my mouth and by extension my throat. I could taste him clearly on my tongue. I moaned at the taste, and at the knowledge that this was the starter, the main course was yet to come. With a strangled cry I moved forward as best I could, impaling myself on his majestic prick.

I pressed froward as hard and fast as I could. I could feel him in my stomach now, and his cock no doubt obvious through my flesh, however as I looked down at him from my nose, I could see no much more of it was left, and I had hardly any room left to fill. I let out a whine, making my unhappiness at being unable to take him all into my mouth obvious. He chuckled darkly, and removed his hand from my wrists, which fell to my sides, my body completely submissive to his will, and I felt his large hands grip each side of my head. I looked up as best I could, to see a smile of malicious intent on his face, and in that smile I knew what he intended. I was helpless to stop him as he forced my head forward.

I could feel the skin of my abdomen stretching impossibly as another foot of hard cock was forced down my throat, and oesophagus. My hands moved of their own accord to my stomach, feeling, very clearly, the shape of his cock through my flesh, my skin stretched taut around it. I felt inch after inch pushing out, as still more of his overwhelming phallus filled me. Were it not for my demonic power, I'm sure I would've died long ago, both from the impossible stretching to my body, and the lack of oxygen, but I couldn't care less, I wanted more of him inside me. As though reading my thoughts, he pulled roughly on my head, burying the last several inches inside. My hands felt my stomach, and found his cock, a full foot of it jutting out, like an absurd growth. I looked up at him in absolute shock and bliss.

He stared down at me, his cold gaze smouldering with his own desire. I felt a rush of pleasure shoot through me, his eyes sending a powerful orgasm through my body, my cunt actually squirting, just from his eyes and cock alone.

"You know what to do." He said, and I did know, on instinct I knew. I pulled back a full foot, all the while wrapping my hands around his jutting cock, trying to pleasure him through my flesh. Then he pulled me back down, and sliding his cock through my gripping hands. The sensation of him using my throat like this was unbelievable, and feeling his cock slide through my skin and across my hands was impossibly perfect. Darkness began to creep at my vision as the absolute bliss washed through me.

He suddenly pulled out completely. I gasped at the loss of his cock, and lunged after it, but he pushed me back, invisible ropes holding me down, spreading my arms and legs wide apart, baring my dripping cunt for all to see. I saw him grin at the sight, raising his cock he swayed it from side to side, and I followed it, unable to look away from that glistening pillar of lust, as I watched it, I saw it begin to grow, swelling to become as thick as my thigh and longer than my body. My mouth began to water, but I knew that he was about to give me pleasure unmatched by anything else in existence. Chuckling at the sight, he finally lined his cock up to my pussy, rubbing the tip along my drooling lips, the head alone far greater in girth than my entire crotch, but I would be fine, I knew I would be. He began pressing against me, I gave a cry of abject joy, feeling my tiny cunt stretch impossibly around him as he forced his way inside.

He continued to press onward. Soon enough he was against my cervix, but he pressed onward, forcing his entirety inside. Centimetres became inches and inches became feet, my stomach once more deforming wildly from the amount being forced inside my body. I watched, bound and helpless, as his cock speared my body, the incredible phallus stretching me just right that it began to near my face, the skin stretched so tight around it that I could see my veins and tendons clearly. I knew he still had no much more to cum, and I knew he wouldn't stop until he had hilted inside me. I felt my cunt spasm around him, as another orgasm washed over me, my vaginal muscles clenching as best they could around him, even as a fountain of my juices shot from me, he continued to push inside. I felt my body go limp from the sheer pleasure.




Gift of the Old Ch. 04: Final



I remained completely conscious however, and I continued to feel him stuff me beyond capacity. I felt tears of joy run down my face, and then I felt him hilt inside me. I looked up and saw a wall of flesh encompass my field of vision, and I knew it was his cock sheathed in my skin. I reached forward with my head as best I could, and began lapping at it, hoping he could feel it through my body. I felt a shudder run through him, and by extension me. It was working. I went to work, lapping at him as best I could, when suddenly I felt thick tentacles all around me. I knew them to be tentacles as they had the same texture mine had. They wrapped all over my body, two placed themselves in my hands, and I knew what was expected of me, so I gripped them as best I could, while they would thrust. All the while, my legs were moved so that my calves and thighs were together, then a tentacle took residence there, thrusting into between them. There were so many others as well.

Two wrapped around my massive tits, kneading them and teasing the nipple delightfully. They then pressed them together while a third pressed between them, tit fucking me as hard as it could. Another found its way to my head, forcing my attention away from my condom like flesh, as it plunged into my mouth, snaking its way into my stomach. I couldn't determine how many, but several tentacles had made their way to my asshole. My cunt was stretched far beyond normal capacity, and now my ass would too. The thought sent shivers down my spine, and spikes in pleasure to my tits and pussy. Another climax came over me as one after the other began to press its way inside.

The tentacle were all at least three inches thick and at least eight were currently snaking their way through my bowels. I couldn't fathom how I looked then, tentacles all over my deformed body, my abdomen bulging impossibly with several feet of rock hard cock, my throat bulging with the writhing form of a tentacle, my calves and thighs being effectively fucked by another. My elbows were suddenly forced to my sides, pressing my upper against my torso, and I felt two more tentacles make their way to them. They then weaved along my upper arm, finding my the tight crevice my arms made of my armpits, and began to thrust in there. I was covered in slime, sweat and more than a little of my own cum, but I didn't care. All that mattered was being fucking by my lord.

Then he began to move. I melt him pulling out incredibly fast, foot after foot receding before my very eyes, only for him to thrust into me, with enough force to break bone. It was all too much to take, I felt as though I should've have passed out long ago, but I remained full conscious, even as I came over and over, feeling the tentacles in my ass make their way to my stomach. The king continued to thrust into me, making me cry around the tentacle invading my throat. I had no idea how long this went on for, but it felt like eternity, yet I loved it, even if I felt exhausted to the point of death, and then I felt it. His cock and tentacles all began to thrust spasmodically, swelling as they neared their orgasms. I came once more at the thought of being completely filled with their cum.

The king hilted inside me and ceased all movement, as did the tentacles. Then I felt it, the first enormous bubbles of cum stretching his cock, tentacles, and my already taut cunt. They exploded at the tips, my womb becoming rounded, making his cock slightly less visible, while my stomach was filled to the breaking point by the tentacles that that nested in there, and my body was coated head to toe in the other tentacles semen. My eyes shot around rapidly, trying to watch everything at once, and I saw from the walls hundreds more tentacles forming, all of them swelling and spraying their jizz all over me. It felt like I was being drowned in the stuff.

My face was completely covered. The pressure in my stomach forced a torrent up my oesophagus and out my nose, but two other tentacles had forced their down my throat, plugging the exit with their bodies, all the while adding to the ocean of cum my body was filling with. I couldn't see, but my womb was no doubt inflated beyond comprehension, and still he came, firing gallons with each ball that travelled along his cock. Only now did I receive the bliss of unconsciousness.

(3rd Person)

Credo was trembling. The fear that permeated his very being, was enough that he was tempted to flee from this place, however his will kept him there, as did his desire to protect this world, but it didn't stop him from shivering as he neared the source of his terror. Erackiel was already drawn, yet it did little to comfort him at that time. He could feel his strength returning now, but even so it was slow. He doubted he could do more than fly at this point, but he was still some time away from his destination, and for the first time in such a long time, he sent a prayer to the heavens, hoping they would hear and assist him in this battle he had no doubt would come. Above him lightning shot across the sky.

Some time later, he could see the aura of terror incarnate. Now less than a kilometre away, he was sweating in fear, his palms finding it hard to grip his weapon. For the first time in his existence, Credo thought he might very well die. Each step seemed to become harder to take, as though a weight had attached to his feet, and became heavier with every step he took. His thoughts once more turned to running, his legs almost acting on instinct, his entire being pleading with his mind to flee, but he wouldn't. He couldn't. The lives of billions possibly rested solely on his shoulders, and he couldn't shy away from that responsibility, if anything would redeem him for giving into the Devil's offer, it would be this: defeating the Devil himself. Though he would probably die in the process.

He entered the area where he had fought Lisa, and where he had left her unconscious body. He walked to the crater he had created and looked down, checking for Lisa's body, but instead saw a sphere of pure black, floating in the air, with energy crackling around it dangerously. Maintaining his composure he leapt down, landing before the sphere. It exuded a sense of dread, yet also one of lust, causing Credo to take a step back as his body was assaulted by the aura.

"Perhaps I should take over for now? You're far more susceptible to lust than I am." Michael offered, to which Credo gratefully accepted.

"Thank you." With that Michael took control, taking a moment as he revelled in the feeling of having flesh and blood once more, but he knew there were far more urgent matters at hand. Raising Erackiel, he swung it in a wide arc, channelling his angelic strength into it, however the blade merely bounced off the orb.

"Use my power as well." Credo said, to which Michael simply nodded. Once more raising his weapon, he focused on the two halves of himself, the demon and the angel, forcing them both together and pushing them into Erackiel, which glowed with a dangerous light as it was filled with even greater power. With a yell he once more slashed at the sphere, this time the two energies connected properly, the skies lighting up with bolts of lightning, as two immense powers collided with one another. The earth began to shake, the road around Michael and the orb opening up into large crevices, ones that would've no doubt swallowed them up, were it not for his ability to fly, or the fact that the orb was suspended in mid-air. After what felt like hours of struggling, the orb began to relent to Michael's power.

This is just a small amount of his power. Credo thought, as he watched from within his own mind, seeing the intense struggle just to pierce the orb made from the King's power. It soon began to relent, but it was draining and time consuming to simply penetrate an inch, however it got easier as he gathered momentum, the blade cutting through it like wood. Then they were halted at the middle, despite struggling with all his might, Michael couldn't move the blade any further, nor could he pull it away, and then the orb began to pulsate, as though it were alive. After a solid minute of struggling, a black light suddenly shone brightly from the sphere, and a shock wave of pure power sent Michael flying back, fortunately catching himself before falling into the abyss below. He looked up to see the orb disappearing.

"What... the hell?" Michael said aloud, not caring that he had cursed. Then his eyes widened as Lisa became fully visible, her naked form hovering in the air, but that wasn't what shocked him into complete silent awe. It was her stomach, swollen obscenely with what could be a human toddler. It was obvious that her body was forced through a sped up pregnancy, as her breasts, being inhumanly large before, had swollen even bigger, and were leaking droplets of what could only be milk. She was suspended in mid-air, yet she appeared completely unconscious. As Michael studied her, he saw her stomach began to move, and he knew that whatever was inside was about to come out. Suddenly Lisa awoke, opened her mouth and let out a cry of absolute agony.

The birth was over in an instant, but to her it must've felt like eternity for her. What appeared to be a human toddler floated before her, an aura of pure black surrounding it. It didn't have an umbilical cord, nor did it seem to hunger after its mother's milk, it seemed to be studying her, as though contemplating what to do with her.

"She's useless now. Dispose of her." The thing said, in a voice that sent shivers down Michael's spine. Then Lisa began to fall. Reacting quickly, he dived after her like a bullet, catching her quickly and flying away before the toddler could do anything. That's him, Credo and Michael both thought; that's Lucifer.

Several dozen miles later, Michael landed. He laid Lisa down gently, all the while sending angelic light into her damaged form, healing the damage caused to her, however any mental damage she had sustained was her duty.

"She looks just like her." He said and pushed a stray strand of hair out of her face, looking upon it with adoration and love.

"That's because she is Alisa reborn." Credo said, also feeling the same emotions Michael felt.

"And Lucifer did this to her," He stated, "He will pay for this. Even if I must die, he will pay." Credo silently agreed. With that the demon-angel hybrid stood, and turned to the direction he had fled from. Tensing his muscles, Michael took to the air and shot off like a bullet made of light, to the battlefield where Lucifer no doubt awaited him. His heart clenched, knowing he probably wouldn't see Lisa ever again.

"This is amazing!" Lucifer said to himself, simply wishing to vocalise his happiness, "After millennia of trying, I've finally made it here! You hear that," He shouted to the heavens, "I'm here! I'm on your precious Earth! And there's nothing you can do to st-" He was cut off as his body glowed brightly, the human toddler form quickly growing to that of a teenager. Panting from the exertion of the transformation, Lucifer quietly finished his sentence:

"And there's nothing you can do to stop me!" At that he let out a laughter both jubilant and filled with unimaginable malice.

Floating to an area that wasn't destroyed he found a mirror and studied his new form; it was similar to the one he had taken when he fucked Lisa, with the same build, eyes and hair, however all across his body small and large spikes grew from him, each one as sharp as a demons claw and stronger than diamond. Covering his chest was a simple black shirt, however it rippled without wind, the shirt being woven from the nightmares of humanity. He wore nothing over his legs, though what appeared to be tattoos of snakes coated his skin, each one with their fangs at the ready, the tips dripping with their venom. Finally, held in its sheath across his back, was his own personal weapon: The katana known as the Angel Slayer.

The sword was forged mere centuries ago. It was a time when Lucifer felt he had prepared everything he needed, except for a weapon of his own, one that could kill an angel with a mere cut. Thus the sword Angel Slayer was created, coated with a poison that, once in the blood stream, would either drive the infected mad, or kill them in an instant. It was a poison made especially for dealing with angels, though it didn't matter who or what it cut, as long it pierced the skin, his enemy would fall quickly. With his weapon created, Lucifer tried once more to break free of Hell and assault the realms above. He had underestimated the power of the proverbial chains God had placed on him.

A wind suddenly began and he felt a small stone graze his lower arm. Looking down he saw the thin line of blood there.

"I guess being born through a mortal and into this world would have at least some weakness," He said and sighed, feeling the small wound heal in under a second. Then he felt it, the power of an angel and a demon approaching at incredible speed. As he turned lightning flashed, casting a shadow across one half of his face, where the eye glowed crimson briefly, displaying his blood lust. Drawing his weapon, he readied the katana high above his head. Then he swung down.

Michael felt the sudden burst in dark energy before he saw it. A wave of pure darkness flew toward him faster than he could perceive with his eyes alone, but instinct let him evade the attack, however he still felt it cut deep into his side, the wave too wide to fully evade. The hit knocked him off balance slightly, but he soon regained it and continued onward, heading to where the blast had come from. In less than a moment he was there, hovering in the air above what appeared to be a pale, human teenager, but he knew better.

"It's been along time, Lucifer." He said in greeting,

"Indeed it has, although in a way you've always been close to me for some time now." The Prince of Darkness said, referring to Credo.

"That doesn't matter," Michael stated, and raised Erackiel, "I'm here to send you back to hell, brother."

"Haha, you know I'd like to see that!" Lucifer said and raised his own weapon, the blade being almost three metres long. The two stared at one another, watching an opening to attack.

Lucifer watched him carefully. Michael showed no signs of feeling any poison, nor that he was in pain at all. The Devil quickly realised that even if he used the sword as an outlet, he couldn't injure someone with his demonic power and have the poison infect his opponent. No matter, he thought, I'll simply beat him into submission and take my time, cutting through his flesh slowly. The thought of seeing a former archangel die in agony before him, sent a shiver of pure pleasure through his body. He readied himself mentally however, knowing how dangerous an archangel could be.

Neither moved an inch. They were well aware of what the other could do, and neither wanted to take the chance of attacking first. Michael studied Lucifer carefully, noticing the almost mad look in his oil black eyes. Has he gone insane? He thought, but soon refocused his thoughts on the battle, knowing that even the slightest slip, mentally or physically could lead to his death.

"It's almost nostalgic, isn't it? You and me fighting one another, though of course back then they were just practice matches, but doesn't it bring back those memories Michael? Holding your weapon to me? It must get your blood boiling right, to have your old rival and enemy before you once again?" Michael didn't reply, simply watching for any slip in defence, "Oh come now, no need to be so quiet... brother." At the last word, Lucifer lowered his weapon, even digging it deep into the ground.

"Why don't we have a chat like old times? Hmm?" Michael didn't answer, he swooped down and slashed his weapon, intending to take Lucifer's head.

To his surprise the fallen angel had ducked. Michael hadn't even seen him move, not only that but he had his katana back in hand, the blade aimed at Michael's stomach. Reacting purely on instinct, he rolled to the side, barely dodging the stab. Despite dodging the fatal attack, he couldn't react in time to the kick Lucifer launched into him, knocking Michael back several metres, rolling across the ground, before forcing his hand into the earth to stop his movement.

"That's pretty pathetic you know. Sure you've been locked up in Credo's subconscious for centuries, but still, I didn't expect this level of combat from you. Looks like you'll never beat me, even if you're half angel and half demon." Lucifer said, his tone light and joking, but there was a serious edge under laying it, telling Michael that he was not joking. The half angel looked at the Devil before him, cursing, knowing that he was right, and that he would never win, not with his current power.

"You were holding back." Credo suddenly said.

"What do you mean?" Michael silently asked.

"You only used the power of an angel, remember you have both now. Use them!" Michael's eyes widened as he realised that he had been unknowingly holding back, the angelic mindset instinctively forbidding him from using all the demonic power he now possessed. Closing his eyes, he began to concentrate.

"Given up? That's fine, I'll end it quick." Lucifer said and leapt at his former brother, who opened his eyes just in time.

His movements were faster than human eyes could see. Michael had moved his halberd just in time to block Lucifer's attack, who pulled back immediately and moved to kick him once more, however Michael ducked and slashed up at him, barely missing as he leapt back before it could connect.

"Haha, hahaha! Yes! Now that's more I like it! Show me everything you've got!" The very second he finished his sentence, Michael had moved up and connected a powerful punch to the fallen angel's face, breaking his nose and disorienting him momentarily. Using that small time frame, Michael sliced through his former brother in arms, however all he slashed was smoke.

"Nice try, but I'm behind you." Michael felt his kick, but ignored it, twisting around to land another punch on Lucifer, before going flying once more, but catching himself quickly afterwards. The two stood several metres apart, staring each other down.

They remained like that for several seconds. Then a sudden flash of lightning lit the blackened sky, which acted as a type of signal, telling the two to leap at one another once more. This time their swords met, but neither gave any ground, each struggling to overpower the other, however they appeared even. Lucifer let out a laugh;

"I've gotta tell ya, I was kinda disappointed before, but this," His eyes moved from the swords to Michael, "This is what I was hoping for, however, as much I'd like to stay and play with you, I've got better things to do. My apologies." Michael's eyes widened in shock as a sudden blast of air sent him flying, before he could right himself, Lucifer was already beside him, grinning like a mad clown, and punched Michael in the gut, knocking the air from him and sending the half angel flying back to earth, the impact powerful enough to create another crater, far greater than the one Michael had made before. Lucifer descended leisurely to the side of his former brother.

Michael looked up him with both fear and hate in his eyes. He could tell that the impact and the punch had broken just about everything in his body, despite how fast he healed, he was immobilized for some time. Lucifer stood over him, grinning down, his eyes sparkling with malicious joy, his stance relaxed as though he'd already won.

"You and I last fought before I fell didn't we? At that time we were evenly matched right, but you weren't there when I rebelled, you were too busy on Earth, fucking that slut of yours. I gave up on my divinity, accepting pure, unbridled darkness into my very soul. Despite everything, I am still technically an angel, and the power of an angel is in their blood, He should've taken that from me, but he believed in free will and simply threw me from the heavens. Look how that turned out! Haha, despite being an omnipotent being, he still makes the worst mistakes, and now you will die, and I shall take Earth! His precious Earth... it will be mine, let's see how he likes that." Lucifer said, laughing madly, raising his katana, only to bring it down and through Michael's chest, where his heart once beat. He looked at the blackened sky sending a silent prayer of apology to whoever might be listening.




Gift of the Old Ch. 04: Final



"Wake up, Michael." He heard a voice, a voice so completely familiar to him, yet he couldn't place the name of who it belonged to. The darkness was all consuming, he wanted to open his eyes, to see whoever spoke, but he couldn't the blackness devouring all his strength. Despite this, he was at peace, feeling completely relaxed and without worry, he didn't remember how he got there, but he couldn't care less, wishing only to rest.

"You can't rest now, not while the Devil wanders the Earth." Those words caused a sudden spark of light to emerge in the darkness, but was quickly swallowed.

"You have power, and you have the responsibility to use it, or else all will perish, even the afterlife." Once more the spark returned, burning brighter than before, and only increasing. His strength began to return, he felt someone beside him, the urge to reach out and touch them all consuming, but he was far too weary. The light grew, gradually outmatching the darkness. The brightness soon began to burn his eyes, forcing them open.

"Welcome back, Michael." Alisa said, her full lips stretched into a warm, loving smile.

"Alisa? It can't be, I must be dreaming." He said, not willing to believe what he saw.

"You might be, but I am still here, and you need to go back." She told him, her eyes sparkling with both sadness and overwhelming happiness.

"Go back? What do you mean?" He asked, confused by what she said.

"Lucifer is gaining power; the longer you stay the more he will feed off humanity's negativity. If you stay any longer he will become far too powerful for even you." She explained, and the memories came flooding back to him.

"It doesn't matter," He said and hung his head in defeat, "He utterly defeated me before, I could barely wound him."

"Michael," She began, taking his head in her hands, "You are an archangel, but you are also a demon, one who had enough power to match your own, and now you have both at your fingertips. You called to it before, but you still refuse to fully accept it."

"How? How do you know?" He asked, having trouble processing all that she told him.

"Because I am always with you, always by your side, even if you never knew it." She leaned down and pressed her lips to his, a small wisp of light passing from her to him. He closed his eyes and rejoiced in silence at the feel of her on him.

Suddenly everything faded to black once more. Michael's eyes shot open, to the sight of the clouds spiralling around him, or more likely, Lucifer, who stood not three feet from him, arms outstretched, basking in the power he was no doubt taking in. Michael knew what must be done, Erackiel materialized in his hand, and stood silently, raising his massive weapon and letting it fall, the blade aimed directly at the head of Lucifer, who seemed to enamoured with absorbing more power to notice. When Erackiels blade was less than an inch from its target, Lucifer's katana materialized, blocking the attack.

"Welcome back Michael. I was rather surprised that you survived that, though I suspect you had some form of help, not that it matters, you'll die either way. You know, I have many human souls in my realm, all filled with hatred and pain, but I never realised how much negativity there was in the living world, every second something new comes up, and a whole new flood of anguish comes in. It's almost ecstatic."

How much power has he gained, Michael thought, leaping back out of the katanas range. He felt more powerful than before, however the aura that Lucifer gave off showed he too had grown far more powerful. Despite the shaking of his soul, Michael refused to flee, believing in the words of Alisa, he searched his soul, trying to draw out the demonic power within.

"Channelling the power isn't the issue. You must accept it. Let me into your soul." Credo told him.

"Won't you disappear if you enter my soul?" Michael asked, despite Credo being a demon, he was still a part of himself.

"For Lisa, and the rest of the world, I will gladly fade away. I only ask that you defeat him."

"You have my vow." With that Michael tore down the barriers he had subconsciously built when he had awoken, opening the way for Credo's demonic power to permeate the otherwise pure soul. The black of the demon and white of the angel swirling together in a never ending spiral.

Lucifer watched his former brother cautiously. The former archangel's eyes were closed, but that didn't mean his other senses weren't active, and even with the new power Lucifer had attained, he was still cautious about what Michael could do. Then he felt it, a power unlike anything he'd felt before, something that even the Devil never even imagined could exist. The sound of electricity crackling came from Michael, and instantly Lucifer took a step back in caution, knowing that whatever was coming was not good for him. He soon caught himself though, sighing and regaining his lost composure.

"I'm the ruler of hell, one measly archangel can't pose a threat... even one that has demonic power." He said, trying to convince himself of the fact, but he could feel his sword hand quiver slightly. Then Michael raised his head, and Lucifer took another step back.

Michael's eyes shone with an electric light. One a dark crimson, that of blood, and the other a light so great that it burned just to look at it, however both shared a distinct characteristic: They desired Lucifer's blood.

"Bring it... I'll kill you no matter what you are." He added under his breath. Michael didn't answer in words, however his actions were far more sufficient. With a small exhale, the former archangel disappeared from Lucifer's sight. He looked up, but didn't see anything, he suddenly felt a presence behind him. On instinct, he slashed with his katana, but only cut thin air. He turned to see nothing.

"How the hell?" He said, and the moment his mouth closed he felt a sharp point at his back. Thanks to his incredible speed, Lucifer managed to evade it, dodging to the left, only to see a powerful kick head straight for his face, however he ducked, but didn't expect to feel the heel smash down on his head. The force of the blow sent him to the ground.

In an instant he was back on his feet, well over a metre from his foe. Taking a second to compose himself, Lucifer leapt forward, his katana aimed for Michael's heart, however his enemy sidestepped the attack, though Lucifer had expected this, but before he could act, he felt the blade cut through his arms, removing them both from his torso. Blood sprayed all over the place, coating Michael and the ground in blood so dark, it seemed to absorb light itself.

"Why you-!" He began, but was silenced by the halberd going through his mouth, cutting his upper head clean off. His foe silenced, Michael waved his weapon, splattering the surrounding area with even more blood. He turned to leave, believing the battle to be over.

"Where... do you... think you're going!"

"What the he-" Michael started, but felt the powerful punch silence him, knocking him back, if only an inch.

"We're not through, my dear brother!" Lucifer said, his body reforming rapidly, shadows converging on his half dead form, creating new arms and head. His katana flew to his new shadow hand, going into a combat stance, ready for the fight to come. Michael looked at the deformed Devil, almost feeling pity, as he knew that Lucifer was always a sore loser, never able to accept defeat even when it was futile to continue. He had used great amounts of power simply to mould his new limbs, which even then were fragile, lacking the strength his original arms held. The two stared at one another, Lucifer ready for battle, Michael calm and relaxed. A drop of blood in the distance acted as their signal.

Lucifer shot up into the air, faster than a bullet. Michael watched him, his incredible sight never losing his foe, even beyond the clouds. The Devil stopped when he neared the atmosphere, but Michael could see him, clear as day. Raising Erackiel, Michael swung it in a wide arc, a physical blast shooting as fast as light to its target; Lucifer, who stared wide eyed as the blast came at him faster than he could react, the attack connecting and causing him to go flying, before falling like a comet.

"Where... did he get this strength from?" Lucifer gasped, in shock that someone could possess more power than he or possibly even God. Before he could begin wondering the possibilities, Michael was beside him, falling just as fast, but in complete control of his actions. Spinning around in the air, Michael used the momentum to backhand Lucifer back into the dirt, while also using his telepathy to control Erackiel, which flew with the speed of sound, slashing through Lucifer's legs and torso, sending him falling in four separate pieces.

"How... did..." Were the last words he got out before a black gate appeared and swallowed him whole, sending the Devil back to his home. Michael descended slowly, panting as he felt the weight of his exertion. While he had indeed accepted Credo into his soul, he had needed to use his entire power to defeat Lucifer, his entire being aching. Despite the cost, he felt relieved, knowing that Lucifer had fallen once more, returning to the pits of hell, never to return, unless he uses this same scheme again of course. But Michael would always be here, watching for any sign of the Devil's return.

Once he touched solid ground, he fell to it, panting for breath.

"I might've... used more... than I thought." He gasped, and raised a hand, seeing that his worst fear was confirmed: he was fading away. There were very few ways for an angel to die; one, was for them to be mortally wounded by Erackiel, or Lucifer's katana; The Angel Slayer, the second, was for them use so much power, that they could no longer support their own existence. That was what Michael had done. He felt a single tear roll down his face, the thought that this world might very well fall, and that he would never see Lisa again, he might not know very well, but she was still Alisa reincarnated.

"Your duty is not yet done, Michael." A voice that sounded both soothing and commanding at once, echoed in his mind.

"It couldn't be... Why would He speak to me?"

"I cannot directly interact with those on Earth, however, despite your betrayal, you saved it and possibly Heaven. For that I offer my gratitude, and one last chance for you to continue your existence." Michael thought it too good to be true, however that was how God often worked.

"I indeed betrayed you, my Lord, and in doing so I learned not to be so trusting of offers such as yours. I don't mean to offend you, but I would prefer to know what exactly you mean by 'continue my existence'?"

"Very well. For various reasons, I cannot allow you to keep your entire memory. You will be an invisible guardian of sorts, but you will not defend individual humans, no you will seek out those you consider worthy, and sleep with them, so that they will bare angelic children, children who can defend this world in mine and your place. Of course, you may be with one partner on multiple occasions." Michael was stunned into complete silence. God was the peak of purity, yet he was willing to let humans bare multiple angelic children.

"I will still know them, won't I?" He asked.

"In a sense, your feelings towards certain individuals will remain, however I cannot let you be completely biased and so your memories of Alisa, and Lisa will be removed, as will so many others." Michael thought it over, and, seeing that his arms and legs had almost completely faded away now, he decided it would probably be the better option.

"My lord, I graciously accept your offer." With that the world fell into darkness and he fell with it.

Before he faded completely however, Michael collected what little power that remained in his fading palm. He concentrated his consciousness on the one person he wanted to live long and happy; Lisa. Releasing his power, the invisible light flew to its target. Upon finding her unconscious form, it lowered to her, entering her chest, spreading the angelic power through her transformed body, purifying it slightly. Only now, did he allow himself to fade entirely.

(Several years later... in the first person POV)

Years had passed since that battle. Madi and I were living together in relative peace, with the only chaos originating from our child: Melissa, who was currently six years old. She was born some time after Credo had disappeared from this world, but he was with me, I could feel him, how, I didn't know, but nonetheless I knew. Melissa was a natural born hermaphrodite, but even so she was as beautiful as an angel, probably because the blood of angels ran through her, as did that of vampires and humans. She was going to begin school soon, I think Madi and I were more nervous for her than she was.

As for my relationship with Madi, things were as good as ever. We were constantly together, almost unable to go an hour without seeing each other, though in Madi's case, she needed me. Her vampire blood hungered for my cum, unable to live off a normal guy's sperm any more, not only that but continued exposure had caused her to develop a form of addiction to my semen, causing her to be unable to go much more than three hours at a time without my cum. Since Credo had disappeared, Madi had been pregnant numerous times, though we aborted it each time, not sure if we could handle another supernatural child, since Melissa herself was more than a handful. I can't help but grin at the memory of her as a baby.

It was obvious just days after we came home from the hospital. Melissa had more than one brand of supernatural power, which we found out on various occasions, for instance when I walked into her room to see her sleeping soundly, except four feet above her cot. Over the years I had learned from Madi, that vampires all have hypnotic powers, to varying degrees of potential, this, combined with her angelic power, was a worry of ours, especially when she began school, as when she was younger and in the park, she would hypnotise the other children without realising it, but over time we taught her to only use it in emergencies. She was incredibly smart that way.

Melissa had said her first word when she was just two weeks old, and from there her vocabulary exploded. She understood every and anything we told her, not only that but her telepathy grew at an exponential rate, able to hear out thoughts when we wanted her to, and even send her own to us, all by the age of three. Now she was six, and easily smarter than any other child her age, however, despite the fact that she could work at a high school level, she wanted to be around other children her own age. Madi and I didn't argue, but we would keep an eye out, in case something happened. Meanwhile my modelling career was as lucrative as ever.

Madi and I were easily the top models at our agency. Not only that, but several others as well, though we only did the occasional shoot for them, and then there was our... extracurricular activities. About two years after Melissa was born, Madi came home with a video camera, with the intention of making home movies, of our family, but one night we had a... different idea for it. That night we set it up to record us as we fucked one another into oblivion. Afterwards, we weren't sure what to do with it, since we had set it up on a whim, but, after watching the footage, and re-enacting it, we decided, why the fuck not? We set up our own website, not too hard when you have a crap tonne of money and magical powers, and began uploading our nightly activities. Most people thought we just used CG, but we knew better.

We drew in quite an impressive revenue from the site, and also grew a fanbase of sick perverts who loved futanari, tentacles, centaurs, and whatever else we decided to throw in. About three months after beginning our careers as amateur porn stars, we asked if anyone would like to see what we could really do. The response was unanimous, each and every viewers wishing to see the most fucked up shit we could muster. I got a hard on just thinking of all the things me and Madi would do to one another. Two weeks after we asked them, we were prepared.

I had gone the entire time without using magic. Madi had to live on my stored cum, as I wanted to save that up as well, and during that time I finally understood the true meaning of having blue balls, though I only grew them later that night. Madi was practically a wreck, the stored semen only doing so much to satiate her hunger and addiction, whenever she saw me she tried to leap at the, though I would just dodge her, then lure her to our specially made cage in my recently added basement, which was designed to withstand her attacks, and protect me from being practically fucked senseless by my own girlfriend. Then the time came, Melissa was asleep in her room, our camera was set up, and we were drooling in lust. Not even we could've predicted what came next.

The first thing we could think to do, was to throw ourselves into each other's arms. Our lips met, our tongues slipping into each other's mouths, sucking on the other with relish, as our breasts were crushed together, and her hands began to roam over our bodies. Madi's hands went everywhere, from stroking my hair, to my large hips, sliding over my ass, squeezing the full cheeks in her delightfully soft hands, her fingers kneading them, all the while trying to snake to my asshole. I moaned into her mouth, my own hands seeking only to pleasure her further, travelling over her body as her own had, except I went to her thighs, going inward until I found her delicious centre. My fingers danced over her engorged lips, her moans growing ever louder, as my thumb brushed her clit, sending a shock of pleasure through her, bringing a small cry into my mouth. We were just getting started.

When she had calmed down slightly, I felt her fingers brush my rosebud. Immediately catching on, I pressed harder into her, my fingers applying pressure to her cunt now, rubbing her lips raw, while occasionally slipping a couple of fingers inside her. She moaned harder into me now, responding to my passion with her own, and I felt her fingertips pressing into me now, steadily stretching my asshole apart. First a finger from each hand, then another, and another, forcing my anus to stretch wide. We pulled back from one another, fingers buried in one another's holes, a bridge of saliva connecting us, as we panted in lust, our breath visible, as my magic responded to the pleasure, as did her vampire blood, chilling the room, though neither of us felt it. As things began to heat up, in a sense, I sent a small portion of my magic to the camera, meaning it would move to where ever we wanted it to. We stared into each other's eyes and said.

"More." Madi moaned.

"Much more." I agreed.

You know the phrase 'be careful what you wish for'? Despite everything that happened years ago, we only truly found out that night. Once more we locked our lips together, our hunger for one another insatiable, our hands seeking to pleasure the other, mine entering her moist, cunt, while her's were deep in my ass, four fingers of each hand up to the knuckle, and she was working on thrusting them in and out, the friction delightful. Three of my fingers were inside her, my tongue wrestling her's, as she cried and moaned into my mouth. I stopped moving as she folded her thumbs into her palms, and forced my hole even wider, as her both her hands slid into me, stretching my anus wide, the delightful sensation sending intense shock waves of pleasure to my other erogenous zones, bringing small gush of my girl cum. We stopped kissing then, knowing we were about to be... preoccupied with other endeavours. For example, me getting onto my hands and knees, granting her full, unobstructed access to my ass. Then I got something new.




Gift of the Old Ch. 04: Final



I've had Madi's fists in my ass before. In fact I've seen the bulges through my stomach as she pleasured me, but I've always been watching, enamoured with the sensations that I couldn't think to do anything else as I watched her work my asshole, even when her massive cock was staring me in the face. But not this time, no this I felt her cock against me. Her hands began to pull me apart, spreading my hole far wider than it was naturally meant to. I looked back at her, curious as to her plan, but then I felt her entering me, pressing the head, already slick with her pre-cum, into my unnaturally stretched ass. I didn't question her further, I just opened my mouth wide and cried out in absolute bliss, even as I looked down at my stomach, seeing the bulge of her hands, and the quickly appearing cock. All I could think after was how glad I was to have had sound proofing in our room.

She was reaching deeper into me now. I was certain she was almost a foot in with both her arms and cock, and I could feel them, all of them. Not a single inch went unnoticed by me, even as she began to fuck my intestines, twisting just right to continue onward, my magic affecting her, making her arms and cock as flexible as a tentacle, speaking of which... while I was in a realm of pleasure, a thought entered my subconscious, and my body reacted accordingly. I moaned lowly, as tentacle after tentacle sprouted from my back, Madi seemed to remain oblivious to this, no doubt eyes closed in bliss as she pushed inch after inch into me, her arms up to her elbows, and unable to go further, however they continued thrusting, while her gigantic phallus pressed onward, no doubt nearing my stomach. Yet still I wanted more, as such I concentrated a small portion of magic into her arms, making them longer and longer. She noticed this and groaned aloud in pleasure.

Now over a dozen tentacles were reaching out from my back. I grinned wickedly inside, their slimy lengths close enough to Madi that I could feel her warmth, one was near her face, her breathing sending delightful chills through my body. I looked back at Madi, to see my tentacles around her, but not touching her... yet. The camera moved to capture it all, as I sent a single command to my additional appendages: fuck her. They acted instantly, entrapping her in their slimy grasp, as they moved over her voluptuous form, giving her skin an oiled look, while one slid between her full breasts, one of its brothers moving to hold them together, so it could effectively fuck them. Her mouth opened wide as she prepared to cry out in pleasure, only for yet another tendril to enter her, its girth great enough that she was completely gagged as it slid down her throat. Her eyes met mine, clearly telling me to fuck her. I was more than willing to oblige. 

While I fucked her tits and throat, she continued to rut into me. I was more than eager to repay the favour, two tentacles moved to her hips, continuing to her ass cheeks and thighs, coating them in their slime, while slipping between them, one teasing her puckered asshole, while the other stimulated her swollen pussy lips and clit. My tentacles were all as sensitive as my cock, and I could feel every part of her, whether it be her throat, drooling pussy, slick ass cheeks, or her bountiful tits, and now I still needed more, however I intended to savour her. I continued to simply tease her cunt and ass, while fucking her throat and tits, her eyes struggling to look at mine, the feelings of my anus and the ministrations of my tentacles beating down on her control, her cock throbbing slightly now, a sign of her building orgasm. I could tell that she wanted me to fuck her, but that would wait, at least until I'd reached my nirvana. Then she would be well and truly fucked. 

I was nearing my climax now. My pussy dripping onto the bed below, the camera moving to capture my juices, and the sight of my stomach distorting around her arms and dick, panning to her thrusting in and out with all the force of a hurricane. My magical body reacted to it by inflating my tits, pressing my hard as bullets nipples into the bed, rubbing them delightfully as Madi's rutting moved me with each thrust. I could feel the heat inside me, burning away all my cares, but igniting the desire for an even greater sensation. My magic worked to my needs, and I feel could it concentrate just above my drooling cunt, I couldn't care less at that moment however, as a far more pressing matter came to my attention. Madi hilted in me, crying out in joy.

I couldn't vocalise my pleasure, as an orgasm I'd only felt a few times washed through me. Madi's cock pulsed within me, her arms going rigid, as a ball travelled up her length, stretching me even more, and causing my eyes to roll up in orgasmic ecstasy. The sheets were completely soaked in my orgasm, my juices practically acting as a waterfall as I felt Madi's first ball of cum reach my stomach, another already travelling up my intestinal tract, followed by another, and another, and another. I placed my weight on one hand, and moved the other to my already distorted stomach, where I felt her first spray of cum shoot into me, immediately inflating me, the cum trying to rise up my throat. I wanted it all inside however, and sealed my stomach, keeping it all inside. Despite reaching nirvana, I felt it all.

Her cock and hands plugged my rear, keeping each drop of cum inside me. I could feel the drenched sheets against my swelling stomach, and still she continued to cum, my massively inflated belly now beginning to lift me off the bed. Balls of cum continued to pump into me, spurring my tentacles to fuck her body harder, though I didn't give them the ability to cum, instead they simply produced plenty of slime, lightly inflating her own stomach. Three full minutes passed, and finally her reservoir of cum had petered out. She began to deflate inside me, and pulled her arms out, each one as long as her legs, and coated in her sperm. There was a brief moment of reprise before the floodgates opened.

I found my voice once more and let out a cry of both pleasure, and disappointment. Pleasure as wonderfully hot sperm shot through my bowels, disappointment as my stomach deflated, gradually returning to simply a pudgy belly, her cum slowly dripping out of my raised ass. We were immobile for a while, basking in the aftermath, but there were people to entertain, and by people, I mean me. I got up from my hands and knees, standing beside the bed, taking a second the take in the cum soaked sheets, and my fucking gorgeous girlfriend, my limp tentacles still entwined around her, keeping her nipples and pussy out my view, though that merely enticed me further. She was panting, her eyes closed, still enjoying the afterglow, but soon she'd have much more to enjoy. Walking around to her side of the bed, a predatory smile spread across my face. The camera had moved back now, to catch everything.

"Hey Madi, time to get fucked." I told her, and in an instant, her eyes were open, she bolted up right, her mouth slightly open and with a line of drool coming from one side. Her eyes literally glowed with her lust. I made a small gesture at the camera, telling it to zoom in on my crotch, where a bulge of flesh was evident. I connected my mind to Madi's to ask her how big she wanted it, and her reaction was instantaneous. 'Until I can ride it like a pony.' There was no hint of a joke in her mind, and I knew she could take it, though how well the audience would take it, was an entirely different matter, but that was secondary to our lusts. Later I was thankful we had a large bedroom.

I grabbed her head and forced her to my crotch. She immediately began licking at me, her tongue running delightfully over my pussy lips, and engorged clit, before reaching my bulge, which was growing steadily, its tip becoming a rapidly darker purple, with a tiny slit. When it was four inches in length, Madi abandoned my cunt entirely, taking the entirety in her mouth, even as it grew. She was salivating wildly, her drool running over my pussy, mixing with my juices as they continued dripping down my inner thighs. I heard her gagging slightly, as my length grew down her throat, setting off her gag reflex, though she stifled it quickly. My girth increased as well, beginning to show through her throat.

Madi looked up at me. Her eyes shining with her happiness and lust, their burning desire affecting me, making my now eight inch phallus spontaneously grow another five, going deep into her oesophagus, and continued growing at an even greater pace, adding about an inch every one or two seconds, while my girth increased at a slightly slower pace. I knew she couldn't breathe anymore, but that was of no concern to us; she could last hours at a time without oxygen, in fact to her my cock was probably like oxygen. Three minutes passed, my cock never stopping its growth, even though her stomach had stretched to the floor, my cock head actually lifting her off the ground, every vein of my dick visible through her taut skin, with a large balloon growing out, made from my pre-cum alone. Another minute passed, and finally I stopped.

I had slowed the growth down about a minute in thankfully. If I hadn't, I would no doubt we trapped against the walls, due to my bountiful dick, even so it was still about six feet long and about half a foot in girth. Madi would no doubt be smiling, were it not for the fact that her jaw was severely stretched, even by our standards. My tentacles reaffirmed their grip around her, now moving her up and down my cock, using her as little more than a masturbation tool, her stomach distorting wildly around my girth and length, while continuing to balloon out from my continuously flowing pre. Madi constantly made noises, many sounding like crosses between moans and gags, but always sounded like she was in bliss, her spit flying everywhere, and running down my pillar of masculinity. Our room was eight feet by nine feet, so we had some room, but even then, with the bed and my massive cock, it was somewhat cramped, however that was of little importance now, as I felt a heat building in my gut, as I spontaneously grew a demonic prostate, one capable of producing enough semen to flood the River Nile, an exaggeration, but close enough. I hilted in her as I felt the first stream reach the tip.

Madi could feel me swell within her. She knew what was coming, her eyes shedding blood red tears of happiness, as she felt her body swell even greater around me, and finally as her stomach inflated instantly with my sperm, my cock plugging her oesophagus so perfectly that the pressure could only force it through her bowels. With a thought, her ass was spread wide by tentacles, several forcing themselves inside her anus, effectively plugging the exit, keeping every last drop of sperm I gave her inside her stomach. When the first stream died down, she looked to be carrying quintuplets to term, and another was already at the tip. In a short time she filled most of the room.

I couldn't stop cumming. I knew I should, given the fact that I was pressed against the wall now, but I just couldn't stop, the pleasure so great it completely dominated my control, giving Madi gallons upon gallons of semen. I could tell she was trying to absorb it into her body, but she had already taken as much as she could, my body unable to absorb anymore, her stomach simply filling up what little space remained in our room. With a desperate plea to stop this, I took control of my body, if only a for a moment, but that was all I needed to shrink my cock down enough that my ocean of cum came shooting up her oesophagus, spraying from her nose and mouth, dousing me entirely in my produce. Despite shrinking my cock, I was still cumming, adding more and more to the flood that was gradually creating a literal pool. I finally felt my flow die down as the pool reached my knees, though it simply continued to rise as Madi puked up a continuous river of cum. I held Madi above the white pool, keeping her from choking.

Due to her cries of pleasure, Madi was beginning to run out of air. I knew she could live without oxygen for some time, however that was assuming she didn't use up any she already had in her body, and after her screams of pleasure, she had used up about all she had. I pulled my tentacles from her ass, releasing that floodgate also. The pool was up to my crotch now, with no way to escape, it just continued to rise, until at long last, her stomach had deflated enough that it no longer poured from her mouth, however by then the cum had gone to my waist.

"You can... put me... down now." Madi gasped, her full lips coated in cum. I did as she said, placing her down on her feet.

"Wow, you really had a lot didn't you?"

"Yeah." I gasped in agreement, running my hand through the thick, viscous fluid. I looked up to see the camera had gone to the ceiling, getting the entire room in the shot.

"Better clean up, any more and for all we know the walls will start breaking." I said.

"Yeah, but," Madi placed a hand on her still swollen stomach, appearing to look as though she were six months pregnant, "I can't take anymore in my stomach, and I want my womb empty." She whined.

"Don't worry, I've got this covered." I told her, and a light began to emanate from me, as my body transformed to that of a centaur, my cock as long and thick as before, though in the shape of a horses. The pool of cum began to lower, as I absorbed it into my equine form, growing balls as I did so. My testicles grew at an exponential rate, quickly becoming the size of bowling balls, then beach balls, surpassing them and becoming as big, if not bigger, than yoga balls. But they even surpassed those.

I had to grow my legs to keep from being lifted by my growing balls. I quickly realised that the room was too small and that the amount of cum I intended to unleash, would no doubt be too much for this one room to take.

"Madi, I think we need a bigger room."

"I couldn't agree with you more." She said and kissed me, feeling the sudden heat as my magic flared, reacting to my need for a bigger room. Madi, myself, and the camera vanished from our bedroom, appearing in a barn, which was on the land Credo had bought for me all those years ago. It was often strange to be here, it was like I could feel his presence, yet I never saw him, as though he were a spectre. I shook away the thoughts, instead focusing on Madi's lips against mine, her tongue wrestling against my own. My cock began to rise once more.

I continued to grow my torso and legs, my breasts also growing in time. All the while my testicles continued to inflate, becoming akin to wrecking balls. I was uncertain how big I'd have to grow, feeling Madi's lips struggling to keep against mine, and I felt her hands on my shoulders, her legs wrapping around my waist to keep her at my level. The ground was several more feet beneath my eye level now, and even then my balls were brushing the ground. I began to fear I would grow to the top of the barn, but as soon as that thought crossed my mind, they stopped growing, though I could feel them filling with enough cum to impregnate an entire town of women, the liquid no doubt as thick as jelly, maybe even thicker. Good god I needed to cum now.

My tentacles wrapped once again around Madi, moving her crotch to be level with my cock. It was almost erect, it's length so great that it grew past my forelegs, even growing to be seen past my mountainous breasts, which had also grown with my transformation, now covering a good portion of my torso, my nipples hard as bullets at the peak. Madi was squirming in my grip now, her desire no longer under her minds control, as her pussy dripping onto the floor. She saw the camera coming to her face, and opened her mouth, showing the large amount of semen she held there, before making a display of swallowing it, chewing the thick, yoghurt like liquid before gulping it down her throat. Once more opening wide and showing the lack of cum.

It was one hell of sight to see, and just what my cock needed to reach its full glory. Before I would penetrate her with my tree sized dick, I raised her head to mine.

"I hope you're ready, because in less than three seconds, you're going to be full of cum, so much so that you'll be pregnant with dozens of my young." She was panting in lust now, the words placing the image in her mind, of her abdomen swollen massively with my children.

"Oh god, please! Please, please fuck me! Fuck me full of your children!" She cried out, mashing her lips to mine, our breasts pressing against the other, sending delightful shivers of pleasure down my spine and to my pussy. Oh, I intend to, I thought and moved her back to my cock's level. She stared down at it, her eyes wide and mouth open, drooling all over her tits, as she panted in lust. The camera moved to her pussy, keeping out of the way of my cock, as I began to press into her, my flat tip bashing into her lips, but struggling to stretch her comparatively small cunt. I didn't falter though, pressing onward and into her.

Madi cried out in joy as the tip began to pass her lips. It was no easy feat, the tip barely fitting in, even with her supernatural ability to stretch beyond a humans imagination. The mushroom shaped tip was plainly visible, as the girth stretched her body grossly, and, with a pull from my tentacle, and a push from my body, I finally began to slide into her. I threw my head back in delight, the sensations of her moist tunnel squeezing my cock bringing a 'small' spurt of pre-cum from my tip, the amount significant enough that it made her belly swell slightly, from the amount entering her womb. I continued to press into her, my cock being devoured inch by blissful inch by her lustful cunt, quickly meeting her cervix. I didn't stop, merely applied more pressure, breaking through the barrier and entering her hungry womb.

"Feel that Madi!? I'm in your womb, and there's still a lot more where that came from!" I cried out to her, but she was drowning in her pleasure, unable to answer me, even if she could hear me. I had barely a foot in her, and my cock was about six feet long, no doubt far beyond what many would consider a pleasurable view, but for me and Madi, this was fairly standard. Though I intended to break those standards.

When I hit the back of her womb, her crotch was only just hidden by my rather impressive bust, meaning that I had a LOT of cock waiting to fuck her body to far beyond its limits. It was amazing to see my throbbing dick through her flesh, each pulse of my heart showing in the cock shaped bulge, as its pulsations sent constant shocks of pleasure through her body. When she was suitably adjusted to my size, or as adjusted as one could possibly get to something as thick as a tree trunk, my tentacles pulled her off and on my cock, each time moving a little more inside her, gradually forcing the bulge to her sternum, her elastic skin quickly being forced to her face, where she smiled widely, seeing how much was inside her, and knowing that so much more awaited her. What she wanted from me was obvious: to fuck her into oblivion, or even beyond that. The thought turned me on even greater than I already was.

I was only two feet inside her, four feet remaining. Madi was gurgling loudly, my cock forcing the cum still packing her stomach up her oesophagus, sending it through her throat, the thick fluid pouring from her smiling lips, running across her body. I knew she'd be disappointed at losing so much of my cum, and we had promised to give a show unlike anything on earth. I grew another dozen tentacles, six tipped with wicked looking needles, and the rest phallic like the rest, each one with numerous prostrates throughout their long bodies.

"Hey Madi," She only gurgled in pleasure by way of response, "I'm gonna make your tits bigger." I was purposely simplistic and vague, meaning even she would be surprised by the sheer mass I would inflate her breasts to. My tentacles flipped her over, still using her to masturbate my cock, even as the spiked tentacles moved to her breasts, poised over her nipples like cobras ready to strike. When I was three feet inside her, the needles entered her swollen tits.




Gift of the Old



After three days my horse legs were easily strong enough to carry my weight. Over those three days the monster, he told me to call him Credo, taught me how to use magic. I don't mean some simple parlour tricks, but how to fly, how to disappear, and how to shape-shift. He said I was natural at shape-shifting, especially between human and centaur forms, however I could fully change my body, and so only my lower half changed, but I did have a power that not Credo had, the power to add little parts of a animal to my own body, meaning I want a tail, I have a tail. I also had the ability to switch between genders, or be both at once. I can't deny that I loved my new powers and body.

On the fourth day Credo demonstrated how to open a portal between his world and mine. He used this to kill two birds with one stone and sent me back through, when I asked if my magic would be weaker he said no, and explained that my power was tied to my sexual energy, so as long as I had satisfying sex my power would remain strong. He had also taken the liberty to convince my boss and co-workers that I was extremely ill and had gone to a remote country for treatment, he had also used my money to buy a large amount of land, allowing me enough room to run freely in centaur form, after all, walking on two actually felt really weird now.

"Will I see you again?" I asked as we stood at his portal.

"Only if you wish it." He said and surprised me when he kissed, with my new height he didn't have to bend very low to press his lips to mine and wrestle with my tongue. His mouth tasted quite nice surprisingly and it made me hungry for me, but we were short on time, a portal can only be opened on a full moon in the human world, and the night was starting to ebb away there.

"I'll miss you, and the roses." I said before stepping through the portal.