5 comments/ 27691 views/ 25 favorites Mark Becomes the Frog Prince By: markydaysaid Mark the Adventurer: born into a primitive barbarian village in the frozen north, Mark was banished from his home for ravishing too many women, killing too many men, and generally just causing too much trouble. He has been a wanderer ever since, making money as a thief, mercenary, and monster slayer. He is extremely selfish and hedonistic, thinking only of immediate gratifications without any thought of future consequences, a trait which has lead him to both fortune and ruin many times. He was born with an extremely large penis (which lead to accusations that his mother had copulated with a horse) that has proven to be his ultimate weapon. He is rather short, greatly muscled, with rough but boyish looks, and spiky brown hair. Cadence Cupidia de Eros: The youngest daughter of the Emperor of Cytheria, she has been mostly ignored by her siblings because she is so far down the line of succession. Although very kind and compassionate by nature, Cadence is EXTREMELY naive and gullible, which has proven to be her fatal flaw. She lived a very sheltered life until Mark the Adventurer broke into her father's palace and kidnapped her after it was discovered that Mark and the Empress Tamora, her mother, were having an affair. Mark easily pressured Cadence into becoming his girlfriend/sex-slave, and has since been complicit in most of his adventures, using her healing magic to keep Mark on his feet during tough battles. Although shy and proper by nature, a secret part of her craves to be a slut and loves being treated as such by Mark. She is rather short, very curvy, has short messy blonde hair, freckles, and is always blushing. ##### Mark the Adventurer was doing what he usually did when he couldn't find some slut to spread her legs for him; he was masturbating. He couldn't help it, he simply needed to ejaculate once or twice a day or otherwise he'd become uncontrollably aggressive and horny, which always lead to problems. Every week this happened to him. He'd get horny, his massive cock would spring up like a devil's horn, and then Goddess help whatever poor living thing crossed his path, because if it had a hole Mark would fuck it, and if it didn't have a hole Mark would make one. Mark was doing his best to alleviate his condition as both of his strong hands stroked his massive cock with enough force to strangle a python, but no matter how hard he flogged himself he just couldn't get his dragon to spew. He gave up for a minute to catch his breath, and to wipe away the sheen of sweat that covered his naked body. He was lying in the shade, under a tree, in what appeared to be a private garden he had unintentionally trespassed into. Although only about five feet high, Mark was a solid mass of muscle bursting with an infinite supply of vitality. His cock was just over a foot long, 1/5th his total height, and it was sticking up into that air arrogantly, as if declaring its lordship over him. The monstrous thing was so thick he could barely get his own hands around it, but he struggled to do so, because he needed to cum if he wanted to go back into the village without endangering the locals. What few pieces of armor and weapons he had were piled up behind the tree. Naked, he sat in the shade, fervently urging his monstrous muscle to release itself of its poison, but it was being just as stubborn as he was. Mark's cock didn't just want to shoot out its massive load of barbarian-baby-batter, it wanted a pussy, a mouth, an ass, or at least a big pair of tits to be smothered between. Mark's cock didn't want a pair of rough hands. Mark lowered the plum-sized head to his mouth and began licking it. His cock was so long and his muscular torso so short that he could easily suck himself off, and he did so, twirling his tongue into the slit of his one-eyed dragon, teasing it into submission. He was ready to go find Cadence, his traveling companion, and just bang the living daylights out of her again, but he had promised to give her little pink cunt a week off to recover from the string of brutal copulations they had enjoyed the days prior. Cadence was a petite little girl, once a princess of the powerful kingdom of Cytheria before Mark kidnapped her, and any more poundings from his foot long battering-ram were likely going to impair her ability to walk. Right now she was off in some other part of the garden, playing with the paint set she had bought in town. Mark was about to finish himself off by inserting a finger up his tight asshole and tickling his prostate, but just then he heard the sound of people talking. The sound of women talking! "And do you know what happened then, mother?" a young sweet voice said. "No, my sweet, what happened?" an older, more matronly voice asked. "The princess kissed the frog and he became a handsome prince, and then they lived happily ever after!" Mark crawled over on his hands and knees, dragging his iron-hard cock through the grass like a plow, to get a better look at that two women who had interrupted him. He could see them through the bushes, and they were mouthwatering. Clearly a mother and daughter, they were each icons of sexuality in their own ways. The younger girl couldn't have been more than one or two summers past her eighteenth year, but her body was tall, slender, and nubile. Peach skin, long silver hair, and a tight little ass that was just begging to be split open. She was not wearing much clothing, only a few pieces of white lingerie that left her pink nipples totally exposed, and her little cunt was hidden behind an almost transparent white thong. Her mother, a woman in her mid forties, was also dressed in similar negligee. A white corset pushed up her mountainous breasts and her thigh-high white leather boots accentuated her plump round ass. Her hair was done up in a heavy bun, and it was all silver. Mark's cock was getting so hard that it began to dig into the ground, and he salivated with insane lust. This was not the first time he had seen women in such a state though. The small kingdom he was in (Vulvia or Alusia or something like that) was a culture of sensuality and the erotic arts. Men and women who had come of age would shamelessly flaunt their perfect bodies in public, and orgies were a common social gathering. Theoretically it should have been a perfect place for a barbarian like Mark to get pussy and ass at every turn, but it wasn't. The Vulvians or Alusians (or whatever they were called) were snobby and racist to the extreme. Their sexual acts could get depraved and dirty, to be sure, but they was always very polite and organized. Everything had a certain way of being done, a certain number of stupid rules that had to be followed in polite society. That was not the kind of sex Mark had. Mark fucked pussy like he was trying to kill it. Mark fucked girls so hard they'd lose their short-term memories. Mark fucked like sex was warfare. Mark fucked while dripping with sweat and mud and whatever fluids his lovers dripped onto him. Mark was dirty, and this kingdom did not welcome dirty. "Mother, do you think if I catch a frog and kiss him that he'll become a handsome prince, and he'll take me away to his island, where we'll make passionate love forever and ever." The girl was wiggling her perfect little ass excitedly, only a few feet away from where Mark was hiding. He could smell her. She smelled sweet. "Ivorline, don't act so childish. You're old enough to know that in real life men are nothing but disappointments. Besides, your father sees fit to marry you off to the Prince of Ludzel, the red headed one." The childish twenty-something made a gagging noise. "But mother! I don't want to marry that gross little loser. He isn't even pure-blooded, I hear he had an elf for a great-grandmother. You're the Queen, you should be able to fix me a better mate. Preferably, someone handsome . . . and rich . . . with a really big cock." The mother--The Queen!--Mark realized, sighed. "My dear, sweat, stupid little Ivorline, marriage has nothing to do with looks or wealth or cock-size. Marriages are political, nothing more. Besides, if you want a big cock you can always have an affair with one of the slaves. That's what I do." "You're right," the daughter admitted. The two woman embraced one another, the mother's gigantic breasts smothering her daughter's budding nips, and Mark's cock almost broke in half when he saw them kiss. It was not a motherly kiss, it was an erotic kiss. Their tongues wrestled, and Mark could hear the daughter whining a little in sexual frustration when the mother pulled away. "I'm going to bathe," the Queen said. "You may join me if you wish, but I'll want to judge how your erotic studies are coming along, so that little tongue of yours better be ready, because my rose is itching to be licked." The daughter moaned happily and the two walked hand in hand to a large marble fountain that was situated in the middle of the garden, in a spot where the trees had been cleared so the sun could warm the water. The women discarded their clothing in slow, sensual motions, as if they knew they were being watched. Noblewomen acted that way, Mark knew, because the liked being watched, and so every moment must be a performance. Mark began to strangle is cock with such impatient force that the bush he was hiding in shook, but the stripping nobles luckily didn't notice him. Captivated, he watched as the tall, curvaceous queen lowered her ivory body into the shallow clear waters of the fountain, leaning provocatively against the low marble bowl, her long legs spread open. Mark gasped in erotic fixation as the young daughter, her perfect blue eyes sparkling and lower lip bitten, dove between her mother's legs and began to lick at her mother's velvet curtains. All Mark could see of the princess now was her little ass wiggling in the air as her mother's large breasts heaved with excited breathes. "Oh my," the Queen gasped as she pinched one of her big, pink nipples. "You really are coming along well in your studies." The princess's head bobbed back up. "And my sex-teachers say I'm an even better cock-sucker than I am a pussy-eater." "Well, I do wish we had a Frog Prince here now, just so I could see what a good little cum-chugger you are, but for now--" the queen roughly grabbed her daughter's head, forcing her back down to the wet cunt below, "eat me you little bitch." As Mark watched the insanely sexual incest below, he determined that he simply needed to fuck these two prissy royal sluts, even though that would likely result in him becoming a fugitive in yet another country. He just wasn't sure how he should approach these two perfect sex-bags without ruining his chances of getting twelve inches deep into each of them. "Mmmmm," Princess Ivorline moaned between her mother's legs. "I wish I had a Frog Prince right now. I'd suck his whole green body if it got me some cock right now." And there it was. A brilliant idea just popped into Mark's deviant mind. He was going to become a Frog Prince! ##### "Cadence! Cadence! Cadence! I need you help! Right fucking now!" Mark yelled excitedly, jumping up and down, still buck-naked, his large erect cock slapping against his iron-hard abdominals. Cadence sighed and put her paintbrush down. She had been painting a small landscape of the garden when Mark interrupted her, very obviously horny because his bulging twelve inches of cock looked to be twitching as blood struggled to work its way through the constricted, taught flesh. "Okay, fine. Just make it quick this time." She spread her legs and pushed her panties aside, offering up her hairless, pink, princess pussy. Cadence was an adorably sweet eighteen year old girl, not much taller than Mark, but very well rounded with large breasts and a firm ass. Her short blonde hair was always slightly disheveled, and her freckled face had a perpetual pink blush to it. Mark groaned in impatience at Cadence's misunderstanding, but he plunged two of his fingers into her well-worn cunt anyway, causing her to squeak erotically. As he fingered her he told her what he wanted from her. "No, dumby. I'm giving you a break remember. But right now there are two super-fucking-sexy bimbos just waiting for the Frog Prince to come and fuck their silly brains out." "The f-Frog p-Prince," Cadence huffed as a little orgasm jolted through her body. She hadn't wanted to cum, but she was born with the hyper-sensitive libido of a nymphomaniac. It was a common trait amongst the royal family of Cytheria. "But he's just a children's story." "Yeah, I know, but I've got a plan." He leaned over to whisper his plan into her ear, just as he also began to batter her erect clit with his heavy thumb, reducing her to a clumsy, orgasmic mess. ##### Princess Ivorline sat at the edge of the fountain, completely naked except for a pair of astronomically expensive diamond earrings and a diamonds piercing in her belly's navel, her wet silver hair clinging to her slender body. She was very energetically and frantically fucking herself, almost plunging her whole hand into her tight, royal pocket. "Selfish mommy," she groaned. "You could have fucked me too." Her mother, the Queen, had just enjoyed a series of explosive orgasms thanks to her daughter's burgeoning talent in cunnilingus, but was now happily asleep on a sunny patch of grass nearby, leaving her horny daughter to her own devices. Ivorline was desperate to cum, and her sloppy work almost hurt her as her palm loudly slapped against her stubborn clit. "I wish I was as good at masturbation as I am at sucking cock," she whined, tweaking one of her light pink nipples in her other hand. "Don't worry Princess," a new voice said, "I'll save you!" The Princess squeaked in shock and almost leapt out of the pool. Who was that? A barbarian? A brigand? An evil necromancer or some shitty person like that? No. There was something sticking up out of the nearby bush. It was big, and long, and thick. It was also green and had two big, cartoonish eyes on its bulbously curved head. "Are you," the Princess gasped, "a frog?" "Why yes!" the thick, foot-long frog said. "What else would I possibly be! And I am not just any frog!" "Really?" the naked, shivering noble asked, taking a step closer. She was dripping from head to toe, and as the cool air kissed her wet skin it caused her little nipples to perk up. She stopped masturbating, which caused a steady tension to build in her body, like a flood of sexual energy building behind her tiny, pink dam. Her naive mind was dizzy with desire, and her young body was literally quivering with eagerness. "Indubitably, indeed, and forsooth!" The pulsing, musky green frog said in a noble voice. "For I was not always a mere frog." "No?" she gasped. "No. Once . . . I was like you." She bit her lip. "You . . . you were a princess?" The frog twitched angrily. "No, you stupid little slut . . . . I mean, no, you intelligent, beautiful nymph. Once, I was a man of noble birth, the heir to my father's throne, and the ruler of a vast empire. I . . . was a Prince!" Princess Ivorline gasped so deeply that she almost pissed herself. Her clit was tingling so fiercely that she thought it was going to pop right off of her pussy. "You . . . you're the Frog Prince!" The frog curved upward, a long vein pulsing down its thick length. "Indeed . . . I am." The Princess fell to her elegant knees and grabbed the frog with both of her slender hands, tucking eagerly at the huge amphibian. Ivorline had rather long fingers, but even they could not wrap around the frog's girth completely, and he was so warm to the touch that it sent a shiver down her spine, causing her little ass to wiggle. "If . . . If I kiss you . . . will you turn into a sexy prince?" "You know it." Ivorline was practically drooling as she leaned over to give the engorged frog a kiss right on the big crevice that slit his head into two sections. His scent was musky and masculine, filling her senses with dazing pheromones that made her eyes water. The taste was salty and savory, and without even thinking about it she began to run her little pink tongue up and down the slit, savoring its salty taste. The frog began to quiver so strongly that it shook her hands, and he moaned in pleasure. She leaned back, expecting that the magic had began and any moment he'd change into the prince of her dreams, but he did not. He was still a big, fat, thick frog. "Hey," she whined. "Why aren't you a sexy prince yet?" He was gasping. "You . . . you have to kiss me harder than that. The curse keeping me this way is particularly powerful, so you need to put a little more effort into it. The Princess groaned impatiently, stroking his long body for some reason. "Fine. I'll break this stupid curse. I'll fucking shatter it." Ivorline dove down and began kissing him again, this time with way more tongue and way more force, just the way she and her sisters had been practicing on one another. The frog immediately began to quake with magical energy, but he still wasn't changing. Ivorline figured that she needed to kiss him on his entire body, so she ran her tongue around his curved head multiple times, and tingled his underbelly with her fingers. She stroked him as she ran her mouth up and down his length, slathering his entire body with her royal spit. At the end of his substantially thick body was a strange fleshy pouch with two apricot-sized balls in them. Ivorline had never actually seen a frog before, being such a spoiled princess, so she guessed that these were his feet, and she kissed them as well. The balls were the saltiest part of his body, and she enjoyed sucking their wrinkled, leathery skin free of every last delicious drop of salty sweat. She did all this, but still he did not transform. "What the fuck!" she whined in her high-pitch voice, slapping the frog across the face. "I'm beginning to think that you're not a real prince at all. You're just a talking frog." "No . . . so close," he grunted. "The curse . . . almost . . . broken. You have to . . . go deeper." Her large blue eyes crossed in surprise. "Deeper?" "DEEPER!" Suddenly two human hands burst out of the bush and grabbed her roughly by the sides of her silvery head. Her big blue eyes blinked in startled confusion right as the frog's head rammed into her quivering little mouth, and then began to plunge down her throat. His body was so thick that she could feel every muscle in her jaw stretching to accommodate it, and the feeling of his bulbous head tightly penetrating her esophagus was truly unusual. Kissing this frog had suddenly become a lot like her felatio classes, but whereas her teachers and fellow students only had cocks measuring seven inches at most, this twelve-inch monstrosity was truly beyond her experience. She whimpered and squirmed trying to get away, but the large hands holding her head felt strong enough to squish her skull like a grape, so even as the frog began to burry its full length down her gullet, and his spherical feet came to a rest on her chin, she still could do nothing. He held her there, his head so deep down that it was kissing the opening to her stomach. She tried to breathe but her airway was totally blocked, and she began to gag. Lines of drool spilled from cheeks, and bubbles started to form in her nostrils and tears rolled down her cheeks. She was going to choke to death. But then the frog began to pull back, the engorged rim of his helmet-head tickling every centimeter of her throat as he came out. She managed to take a breath when he retreated into her mouth, but he never totally pulled out. The moment she had enough air to survive, he knew, and he plunged back in. His head struck the back of her throat so hard that must have bruised it, and he kept going down until his ball-feet slapped against her chin. He pulled out again, bringing a wave of spit spilling out her mouth, which cascaded down her firm tits and flat stomach, and it dove back in again. Mark Becomes the Frog Prince "Holy shit," she thought as she gagged on the frog's meaty form. "This frog is throat-fucking me." The human hands began to shake her head back and forth so quickly she became a blur. 'CLAP! CLAP! CLAP' went the frog's feet as they slapped against her chin. 'THUD! THUD THUD!' the frog's big head went as it punched the insides of her throat. Ivorline couldn't have guessed how long this went on, because the lack of oxygen to her brain distended her perception of time. She began to lose sense of herself, forgetting which end of her body was the mouth, and which was the pussy. Then, finally, when she was sure she could take no more, the frog suddenly pulsed with godly strength, stretching out her throat even more, and it began to vomit down her throat. The frog's salty, musky taste was nothing compared to the thick, warm cream that flooded down her esophagus and filled her stomach. The sticky liquid was so overwhelming in its pungent taste that it made her drunk, and its influence caused her whole slender form to shudder as an orgasm rippled through her. She clasped down on her cunt to discover that it was dripping like a squeezed lemon-wedge, and the very touch of her fingers was enough to make her squeal in pleasure. The human hands finally released her after a gallon's worth of frog-milk was dumped down her throat, and her head popped off like a sticky bottle-rocket. She coughed, and a deluge of sticky white cream erupted from her mouth, dousing her nubile chest, stomach, and slender legs. She inhaled, finally breathing in the much needed oxygen, and she accidentally swallowed more of the cream in her mouth. She stumbled back to the fountain, tripping over her long legs and landing ass-first on the marble rim. She took a few moments to catch her breath, but her mouth was still filled with the salty cream. She licked the inside of her mouth, scooping down every last drop of the delicious spunk. It was so thick she could practically chew on it. When she looked up through tear-filled eyes, she saw that the frog had finally transformed, but it was not the prince she was expecting. She had imagined a man much like her brothers: tall, slender, elegant face, blonde hair, feminine blue eyes. This man was shorter than she was by at least nine inches, and his muscles bulged like a shaved badger on steroids. His face was cute enough, but a large scar ran across his nose like a stripe, and his spiky brown hair looked like a porcupine. And his cock . . . his cock must have been twelve-FUCKING-inches long. It was smeared with green paint for some reason. This was not the prince Ivorline imagined or wanted, but he had the cock that her pussy was DEMANDING. Against any conscious thought or will of her own, her long legs began to spread open. Her dripping cunt was so swollen it looked like an overripe piece of fruit bursting in the hot sun. "My prince . . .," she begged, crying. ". . . please fuck me." The muscled brute slapped her inner thighs open further, and bent down to give her wet cunt a big, strong lick with his tongue. Ivorline almost screamed at the sheer painful pleasure of his mouth on her slit, but it was only one lick. He was just testing the waters. He lined up the head of his cock to her tight little princess-pocket, and for one moment she wondered why the feeling of his penis-tip seemed so similar to the frog's head, but then he plunged in. "HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" the formerly eloquent and soft-spoken princess screamed at the top of her lungs. "Your fucking cock feels so fucking good! SO BIG!" "Stupid slut," the brute teased her. "Look down." She did, and to her horror she saw that he had only just pushed the tip into her. She had almost cummed her brains out, and that was just from two inches. There was another ten right behind that, pulsing with angry dominance. "Holy . . . holy shit," she cried. "You can't . . . oh dear Luxuria," she said invoking the goddess of lust. "You can't fit that all inside of me." He had a wicked, evil, sexy smile. "Yes I can." He embraced her, pushing her soft breasts against his hard chest, and he kissed her with a rough, dominant kiss. He held her like that as he slowly pushed the last ten inches of his pussy-destroyer into her inexperienced love-canal, stretching both her mind and body to the limit of what she could endure. By the time his balls slapped against her taint, her mind was broken. All that was left was a hungry, horny body that knew it needed cock as much as it needed air. Then he really started to fuck her. ##### Queen Clitoria was roused from her slumber by the noise of her daughter's orgasmic screams. Clitoria was not happy to have been awakened at all. She had been having a very enjoyable erotic dream in which she was a low-class whore who had been stripped naked and chained to a stock, before which an endless series of muscular black-skinned men from the southern continents raped her endlessly. It had been a pleasant dream, the kind of fantasy she knew she could never live out if she wished to retain her dignity as Queen. Perhaps that was why she secretly wished to be degraded so badly . . . because it was the only thing forbidden to her. She massaged her swollen sex-throne to discover that it was dripping quite copiously, and her large butt was soaking in a puddle of sex. She needed to cum badly, but she would use her daughter for that. That way Clitoria could punish her daughter and pleaser herself at the same time. Strutting naked down to the fountain, her large breasts and fleshy ass jiggled with every powerful step, but her graceful catwalk faltered when she saw her daughter. Ivorline had been dumped on the side of the fountain like a broken toy, or a used up cum-rag. Her slender body was twitching with orgasmic pain as thick rivers of semen oozed from her widened vagina, which was now so stretched-out that Clitoria could probably have inserted her entire fist into it without much effort. The look on Ivorline's broken face was one of hedonistic abandon, her blank blue eyes rolled up, her tongue wiggling free. She was gasping like an overworked whore at a cheap brothel during shore-leave, and the reason why was still standing over her. A ludicrously muscled young man with an equally ludicrous penis was jacking himself off over her daughter's prone body, shooting the last strands of his ejaculation across her face and breasts. Clitoria couldn't believe it. This one punk, this one barbaric adventurer had fucked her daughter harder than a train of giants and ogres could have. "Who . . . the fuck . . . are you?" the Queen gasped, her giant tits jiggling with hatred. The barbarian looked up, surprised to see the curvaceous mother. "Would you believe me if I said I was the Frog Prince?" "AAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" Clitoria screamed. She raised one of her elegant, slender hands, and from it shot a crackling lightning-bolt that almost fried Mark to a crisp. Mark barely dodged the magic attack, and it split a large tree behind him into two flaming halves. "Holy fuck!" Mark yelled. "You're a sorceress!" "Yes! A powerful one! As you are about to learn!" Clitoria waved her hand and from it shot three massive fire-balls. Mark barely managed to dodge all three, each landing like an artillery shell. One direct hit and Mark would have been blown to smithereens. The pissed-off queen then waved both of her hands, and sharp spikes of ice shot up from the ground, one almost impaling Mark right up his tight anus, but he dodged it in time by jumping up into a tree. "Hey! Relax!" Mark yelled. "What's your problem anyway!" "My problem! I . . . you . . . you just raped my daughter!" The Queen stammered in confusion at the stupid question. "Hey! You daughter is a total slut! She probably would have said yes if I had bothered to ask, not that I ever do." Queen Clitoria couldn't believe the little stud's ignorant selfishness, or his almost oblivious narcissism. She could not tolerate such a barbarian as this to survive, not after degrading her daughter like this. It was not that Clitoria really minded that her daughter had been fucked like a cheap cock-puppet (in fact she was a little jealous), but if news ever got out of this then no prince would ever marry Ivorline. What little-dicked prince would want to compete for a girl's lust against a sex-god like this hunky vandal? The Queen inhaled deeply, and then began to slowly chant an ancient spell that she had learned from her grandmother several decades ago. She focused her spiritual energy, using it to wedge a gap between the universes, and from that gap she called upon two lusty spirits that were bound to her royal blood. "Lilitrix! Donitor! I summon you!" she screamed, and from two twisting purple clouds of demonic magic emerged two sleek bodies, one female and one male. The female had lightly purple skin, a shredded set of abdominal muscles on her lithe body, and long black hair that moved with a mind of its own. The male was dark purple, lithe but more strong looking than his sister, and from his waist hung two impressively large cocks. "What can we do for you, mistress?" the female named Lilitrix asked. Her long serpent tongue flicked at Clitoria's swollen pussy. "Shall we ravish you," Donitor offered, pushing the purple heads of both cocks against the rim of her anus. The Queen shuddered in pleasure. She needed a good, hard fucking. But first came vengeance. "That barbarian there. I want you to fuck him, kill him, and eat him. In any order you wish." The demon twins laughed and then flew at their target, ready to commit unspeakably evil acts of sex and violence to his body. But Mark wasn't scared at all. Fighting demons was a weekly occupation for him. He slew world-devouring monsters almost as often as he deflowered princesses, or contracted STDs. He stood there smiling coyly. "Fool!" Donitor laughed. "I am going to rape you in holes you didn't even know you had-" But then the demon was silenced when Mark grabbed him by both of his erect cocks. Mark's hands were so tight that Donitor felt the thick muscles in his genitals start to snap. Mark pulled down, and his knee shot up into all four of the demon's testicles, bursting at least three of them. "Mommy . . .," Donitor cried in a very high pitch, cupping his destroyed manhood. He disappeared in a puff or purple smoke as he fled back to the netherworld. "You fucker!" Lilitrix screamed. "You fucked up my brother's beautiful penises! Now who's going to fuck me?" She attacked Mark with three sweeps of her razor-sharp claws, and then tried to kick him with two deadly spin-kicks, but Mark easily dodged each attack. He caught her by the ankle just as she was at the highest point of a spin-kick, and he twisted. She yelped in pain as he flung her body through the air and slammed her chest-first against the side of the fountain, cracking the marble frame. "Stupid succubus, I bet I can fuck a hundred times harder than that purple faggot ever could. " Mark got behind Lilitrix, and hiked up her ass a little higher, dipping her head further over the fountain's edge. He pushed her gelatinous purple ass-cheeks apart, revealing the dark star of her puckered anus. He spat into it, and worked in the lube with his thumb. Lilitrix coughed in pain from a cracked rib. "Wait . . . what're you-" but by the time she realized what he was doing her tight little butt-pussy was being pulled open by Mark's indomitable cockhead. He was balls deep in her organs by the time she managed to scream, and by then it was too late. He was fucking the unholy brimstone out of her. "So," he said, grabbing her hair, "am I better than your brother." His hips smacked loudly against her ass, making it jiggle as he pulverized her demonic organs with his brick-smashing pussy-buster, but the reaction from her was becoming obviously positive. She was gasping and moaning like a bitch in heat, and as soon as she had the strength she began to push back, allowing Mark to fuck her all the harder. "Am I, you stupid bitch?" "YES!" she screamed as he spanked her. "YOU'RE SO MUCH BETTER THAN MY FAGGOT BROTHER!" As Lilitrix was attaining a brutal, sexual nirvana Queen Clitoria was busy summoning an even more powerful spell. She was going to call down the very power of the heavens, and vaporize Mark with the power of a divine thunder-bolt. She'd probably destroy Lilitrix in the process, permanently, but there were always other demons to summon. Clitoria's milky body began to glow white with magical energy. One more moment and she'd be ready to blast Mark into a cloud of atoms. "HOLY SHIT! I AM IN LOVE WITH-" but just as Lilitrix was having her most mind-blowing orgasm in her 10,000 years of life, she too disappeared into a puff of purple smoke as her spirit was thrown back into the nether. Mark turned into time in to see what the Queen was doing. Clitoria screamed. "Now die you fucking piece of shit!" She shot a stream of pure energy from her hand, a flash of light that overpowered the sun, but Mark was already out of the way. The light beam blasted off the top layers of the fountain, instantly vaporizing the water and marble alike, and the beam cut a swath through the trees that ran for over a mile. She tried to find Mark amongst all the steam and smoke, but she didn't see him anywhere. Then, she felt his strong hands push down on her tall shoulders. He was right behind her. "Oh shit-" Mark pulled down, and her big ass was split right in half as the iron-hard tip of his cock rammed its way up her royal baby-maker. In truth, it was not the largest thing the insatiable Queen had ever shoved up her own cunt, but Mark burst his way in with the speed of a lightning strike, and something about the living heat of his sexual organ pushed the experience to another level. A wave of physical sensation, pleasure, humiliation, and fear washed through the Queen's very soul, reducing her to a gasping, shuddering hot mess. She just sat there on Mark's cock, whimpering and trembling slightly. Mark's strong hands reached around her ample bosom and grabbed her two pointy nipples, twisting them each with small, teasing pinches. Her pussy started to drip, and then leak, and then flow as freely as a broken faucet. Something inside of her had popped, and that feeling of being broken was the most erotic thing she had ever experience. "Ho . . . ly . . . ffffFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCKK!!!" ##### Cadence happily skipped through the lovely garden she had gotten to spend the day in, holding her new art easel under one hand and several paintings under the other. It had been such a wonderful change of pace to just relax and express herself rather than fight another monster or get her brains fucked out by Mark again. Not that she didn't like the adventure or the sex, but she believed in moderation, which was a word that didn't exist in her boyfriend's/kidnapper's language . . . literally. His tribe had over a dozen words of 'penis' and 'vagina,' but none that meant 'privacy' or 'modesty.' He was such a brute, but he had really grown on her these last months. Cadence wasn't sure where Mark was, but all she had to do was go in the direction of the inhumanly orgasmic screams she had heard earlier to find him. Screaming like that could only mean one thing: Mark had just put his dick into something. She found him sleeping in what appeared to be the ruins of a fountain, but the whole area looked like it had been run over by an angry dragon. The marble was cracked and pulverized, the water had all drained away, an entire row of trees were missing, and flaming holes littered the ground. Near Mark were the bodies of two women, each panting desperately for air as their exhausted bodies tried to recover from the onslaught of sex they had just been subjected to. Steam was literally rising from their overfucked pussies, and their eyes were glassy and white. When Mark saw Cadence he struggled to his feet. "Damn . . . I think I may have overdone it a little on these two." "You think?" she replied sarcastically. She hadn't seen her lover this exhausted since he single-handedly defeated an entire convent of sex-nuns who were tried to fuck him to death as a sacrifice to their evil god. That had been about a month ago. "Anyway, wanna see my art," Cadence held up the paintings she had done of the garden. "Shit. Those are really good," Mark said. "Honestly. I don't even like art, because it's totally gay, but if I was a faggot like these city folk are, I'd be all over these paintings like I am over your perky ass." "Awww, that's so sweet. I think this is the first time you've complimented me about something other than sex." Marked snapped his fingers. "In fact, I bet we could sell these. We might make as much money doing this as we do slaying monsters." "Really," Cadence skipped happily. "I could have a studio show, just like a real artist. Oh, Mark, that sounds so wonderful." "Yeah . . . but . . . if you really want to make money, you have to paint something a little more interesting than flowers and shit." Cadence frowned. " . . . like what?" Mark was already dragging the Queen's body over to her daughter's. He tussled with them a bit, and set them up in an erotic pose, showing off the Queen's big tits and the Princess's firm buttocks. "Erotic art!" Mark gave Cadence a thumbs-up. "Get to it!" Cadence grumbled angrily, but she set up her easel anyway. At least this way she could relax and paint instead of risking her life against another stupid monster.