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Helluva Portal

(Commission for SwampPit)

A queen unsatisfied: an insult that shant go unpunished!

Stella sauntered to her private quarters, storming through the halls of her elaborate estate as servile Imps and servitors dodged her wrathful gaze. They knew that look. The Goetian royal was voracious, and her appetites were often boundless.

So ravenous were her desires, apparently, she was in no mood for prudence. As she approached the end of the hall, nearing her private quarters, the tall avian snapped her fingers as a brackish fire of purple-black snuffed away her baroque dress. Remaining was nothing but her nake body and a pair of shimmering stiletto heels, her wide, ample frame on display for any eye to see. . . save no eye would dare spare a glance in her direction. Not out of revulsion, mind, oh no. Stella’s wide hips and delightful curves could entice anyone in the Rings, not to mention her size and stature as a royal.

No, it was just. . . unless you wanted to be snapped in half by her self-indulgent bouncing – especially as an imp – it was best to stay clear.

Fortunately for her serving staff, that wasn’t on the agenda tonight. No, her appetite had expanded to something quite unique. She didn’t get to excercise her Goetian powers that often in a way that mattered, but this evening that would change. Her line was known for opening portals and shifting apart the mechanisms of reality. Stolas, that ungrateful, imp-slogging debutante, introduced the concept when their daughter was barely out of the egg. Creation of tomes and juvenile grimoires allowed for a sordid variety of portal arrangements. . . one Stella intended to take advantage of tonight.

She pushed through her ornate double doors, the various elaborate mirrors catching her reflection. Her form was nothing short of enticing – anyone would be lucky to sire a brood with her. . . if you got past her inflammatory temper. Still, the hefty, heaving breasts coupling her slender waist and wide, gracious hips could do a lot of “work” in that department. Her long, pale “feather hair” swept down to her midriff and – if she wasn’t glaring at you – her smile could be captivating.

It was just a matter of not pissing her off.

With a snap of her taloned fingers, the doors snapped shut with the same umbral energy. Stella placed a hand to her hip and looked around.

“Hmf. This’ll do.”

Had to get some kind of goddamn satisfaction tonight. The choice in cock lately was simply pitiful. Imps and other Hellborn did her little justice, and their mewling and lack of stamina got old. The Hellhounds were growing dull too. Stella wanted variety. . . wanted satiation from different parts of Hell. And beyond! At the same time, she didn’t want to go trouncing about, doing the whole “wine and dine” routine. At least not right now. She huffed, a puff of steam exiting her beak, the queen’s body searing with desire. No, she had a better idea for how to get her desires satisfied tonight.

Portals. At least Stolas left behind something useful!

She’d hatched this idea some time ago, giving it only some thought in her deepest fantasies. But lo and behold, the mechanisms of using portals for her wishes was not impossible. In fact, it was quite simple to do. Any nubile tome would do, and while said magical artefacts were obviously not as complex as Stolas’ grimoire, they’d do the trick just fine.

Tonight, Stella was going to pursue her interests with a recently grafted tome. With a grin, she snapped her fingers once more, and a black booklet with various Goetian sigils flicked over to her hand. She licked her beak, pulling open the artefact, eyeing its contents. This little fella’ was special because it allowed for the creation of rifts linked to the mortal world. She could even review the contents of the vortex before opening one. Meaning the slutty little queen could window shop before choosing the right supplicant to serve her.

Window shopping for what? Cocks, of course. But not just those bulging trunks of demon meat. No, she could even sample those of the human variety if so desired. Stella only needed to put out a tempting “call” and await the incoming responses.

Her lewd tome, therefore, would be the perfect tool. She closed the baroque curtains to her tall window, keeping the room lit only by pinkish light and energy. She then flipped through her lewd little tome, preparing to invoke a few interested “parties” for the night. Stella was pent up and needed satisfaction, so what better way than manifesting several makeshift magic glory holes? Might as well put this Goetian arcane magic to good use!

The creation of portals was simple: the book would act as a nexus to channel her own power and then cascade it into the creation of portal holes. The rest was a matter of fun.

“Now, now, don’t be shy,” she said with a dark chuckle. “I’ve had enough limp, unimaginative dick to last a thousand fucking lifetimes!”

She set the tome down on a dias, and within moments, it worked its profane magic. It shuddered and writhed with energies of decadent fuchsia-reds. Stella watched with eager anticipation, fluffing up her hair feathers as the tome “spoke.” Within moments, she snagged her first bite. A small opening coalesced before her, and within it, she could see the shapely inches of. . . oh my, a human.

Humans were such delightful, decadent little creatures. The Sinners that fell into the Pride Ring were mostly chaff and fodder for Exterminations, yes, but their dark little deeds is what fueled the ambitions of the Goetia. If you looked throughout history, the relationship between demon and human was as natural as the oceans of the putrid mortal world.

“Ohoho, well then,” she said with a grin. She flicked her fingers and the portal was granted “access” to her realm. An anonymous but very lucky cock pushed through, an exotic human shape rigid and twitching. Obviously, there was no body or head “attached” to the inches – Stella had no idea who this decadent dick belonged to. But that was half the fun, wasn’t it?

“Mmmhmhm, and what’s the story with you?” said Stella, approaching the cock-portal as her hips danced in slow strides.

“Lonely? Repressed religious type needing to cum in a dark demon pussy? Tired of your ball-and-chain? Ahaha! Humans are so vile, what a wonderful disaster your lot is!”

She raised her hand to her chin, filling the air with a royal laugh before setting to her first catch of the night. Stella propped her curvaceous frame at bedside’s edge, tossing her rump in the air, positioned so the cock could slip between her fat, bubbly cheeks. The fat, plump haunches provided the perfect cushion for the anonymous human’s member, nestled between the split of her white peach. The underflesh traced against her soft, wet pussy, Stella already dewy with newfound arousal.

Just having that spike of hot flesh made her gasp in delight. Her body shuddered, so eager to finally have something tasty to snack on. “Like that back there, are you? Degenerate little human, hah!”

She didn’t know how much the human on the other side could hear her – if at all – but they were a perverse thing. To lie with an otherly being from the confines of Hell! Hah! These mortals barely understand the value of their mortal soul, it seemed. But, given the anonymous cock in question was getting straddled by Stella’s fat plump ass cheeks, there were worse ways to accrue sins, no?

Stella wasted no further time in her first indulgence. She wiggled her hips and spread, toying with the cock by tossing it a few times between her hefty, bouncy cheeks. The portal-cock was helpless to do much, but it was unlikely the “patron” on the other side gave a damn.

“Let’s see what you’ve got. . .”

Certainly more exotic than the common choices around the Ring. Speaking of rings, Stella finished her teasing, sensing a droplet of presex dribbling from the length’s tip. Perfect. She had plans for more and didn’t want to waste too much time on just one “client.” With a swift motion, she slipped the length into her hot, awaiting folds, the dark gray petals suckling and slipping the human into her walls. Stella let off a pleased chirp, letting the mortal inches penetrate her pussy.

What a lucky cock indeed. Stella had numerous suitors outside of Stolas when rumor became reality; in other words the confirmation that insufferable low class imp was fucking her ex. Once she split with Stolas by order and law, hungry studs came knocking at her royal estate, all eager to dip their dick in her virile cunt. But they were boring and lacked a certain intrigue. This appetizing human cock, however? Ah, that was something new.

“Nng. . .” she cooed, rolling a hand through her feather-hair. The inches nestled snugly within her tight yet soft lips, petals quaking with newfound lust. This was just the sampler, and it was already “heavenly.”

Stella proceeded to bounce and toss her fat full ass upon the portal-meat, glancing back with a smirk as she observed in sinking into her Goetian pussy. Was that mortal even aware of how lucky they were? Did they even know they were breeding the Stella Goetia? Hmph! She was almost tempted to tear open a larger portal and show the meager human just who she was! But this would do. Besides, anyone with Solomon’s knowledge and his Lesser Keys would bind her to the mortal realm until her purpose was fulfilled, and she had no time for something like that!

For now.

Stella hastened her motions, rolling her backside and throwing her haunches against the mortal cock. By Lucifer, this was so utterly profane. Even for her, a Goetia, there was something so depraved and profane about servicing an anonymous human “root.” And she loved every moment of it.

“That’s right,” she coaxed. “Cum inside this royal pussy. . . you’ll never get something like this ever again!”

Stella cackled. There was a blissful cruelty in her motions, continuing to bounce her fat, bed-shattering rump against the portal. Her laughs mixed with the clap of cheeks and hips, flesh hitting royal flesh, a demonic orchestra indeed. But she also took delight in knowing this would be the best thing the human would ever experience. There wasn’t a single woman in the entirety of the mortal world that could compare to her – or any demonic presence for that matter. Ohhh they’d spend their days trying to recreate the experience, likely doing awful things in her name, hah! Maybe one day the mortal would end up at her doorstep as another lowly servant?

“Nnnng!”

She gasped, however, her thoughts arrested by the shiver and tremble of the anonymous inches. Oh, well now, looks like the flank of meat couldn’t resist Stella’s soft, welcoming pussy, mm? She slammed her fat rump backward in one commanding stroke. The buried inches shuddered to life, the tip bursting to life with ropy dollops of profane mortal seed. Stella gasped in pure dark delight as the human issue soaked her innards in excited pumps, the very notion her royal womb getting touched by a human’s seed a deep and profane one.

She pulled away from the shaft as the mortal essences dribbled from her dark lips and down her thigh. A delightful appetizer for a Goetian Royal, and a perfect way to test her newfound tome. But this was only the start. Stella was voracious and wanted more. One meager cock from the human’s dimension could not sate the queen, not entirely.

Stella waived her hand and the opened portal – along with the “visiting” mortal – vanished from her room. Now was time to try something more exotic, and by that, bluntly, she meant additional dicks. She licked her beak again, mind assaulted with the idea of getting ravaged by numerous cocks, in Hell or otherwise. Why not? She had her pick now, and because her tome had proven its worth, was there any limit to what she could choose with it?

Stella took a few moments to study her newfound tome and unleash its unexplored potential. She possessed a wellspring of regal Goetian power to engineer her idea, all she needed were willing participants. For a thick, curvaceous specimen like here? There would be plenty, easily.

Her next idea was to better position herself for improved “sampling.” Standing prone and toying with a cock between her ample backside was one thing. On a bed, servicing multiple suitors, entirely another. The possibilities promised a great deal of flexibility as Stella’s mind buzzed with wicked concepts. So many it wasn’t possible to indulge all of them, at least not at once. But she was a royal with an equally creative mind so she could make it work.

She wiggled, resting her knees on the bed as the tome remained open on the dias. With a wiggle of her fingers the pages shifted and flipped, summoning a family of new portals around her.

“Now don’t fucking hold out on me,” she grunted, tracing a single talon in circles around the sheets as several profane portals coalesced. They appeared in symbolic rings of red and pink, multiple ones, much to Stella’s dark glee.

To better “assist” her, the nefarious royal positioned the demonic doorways in such a way she could optimally serve and be serviced by the invitees. She was giving a whole new meaning to gloryhole, and the occupants on the other side of the rings were luckier than they could ever know.

“And what about this one. . .”

The responding portals indeed provided Stella the satisfaction and entertainment she sought. First one appeared before her, a rod of slick ebon flesh rimmed with enticing nubs. She eyed the massive thing up and down as it jut from the portal in front of her face. It twitched at her presence, wiggling in excited hops as Stella took the fat length in one of her hands. With dutiful, servile strokes she ran her talons across it in gentle rises and dives. She had the power to split a man in half, if so desired. . . or serve a needy cock like this. One of the many “skills” Stella had to learn as an up-and-coming royal in the Goetian line.

Said skill would serve her well now. She giggled in dark fashion, running her tongue against the tip of the ebon length before rubbing the tip against her cheeks. “Getting excited? You better! I demand satisfaction, welp!”

Stella wasn’t certain the fellows “engaging” with her could hear her at all, but did that matter? Hardly, because she could feel the excitement.

She embraced the ebon cock between her plump royal front, her mounds engulfing the obsidian lance in a cushion of tits. She choked and throttled the immense inches with her bust, stroking it in slow, thorough motions while her tongue lapped at the tip with practiced touches. She sampled the salty presex, granting a muffled chuckle as she slipped the pulsing cock into her throat.

Ah, if only the other royals could see her now, the priceless Stella reducing herself to the antics of a common Hellborn slut. There was a dark thrill to it – not just getting her holes stuffed, but debasing herself to be used and use willing suitors. Speaking of. . .

A newcomer appeared, another portal-hole appearing to her right. Inches of deep scarlet pushed through, not quite as large as the flank of obsidian but close – throbbing and thirsty like the one Stella currently serviced. She cast it an amused glance, popping the midnight inches free of her throat, thin rivers of sticky saliva and sex bridging her beak to the tip.

“And who might you be?” she said, tossing her hair feathers.

In a discourteous motion, Stella grabbed both cocks and slipped them between her palm, tapping them against her hefty tits in a series of banging, degrading motions. They nuzzled and pushed into her heavy mounds, slapping against the supple slopes. She teased them further by running the crowns across her stiffened nips, her face flushed rosed as she watched with lewd delight as the impressive fleshy poles bristled with twitching, hard warmth.

To get a better handle on the impressively sized guests, Stella shifted her position. She slipped to all fours now, as yet additional portals appeared around here. Her room was, for all intents and purposes, becoming a reservoir for anonymous, hungry suitors eager to dip their wick in royal Goetian pussy.

“Finally,” she groused. “About time I found some goddamn decent dick around this useless Ring!”

Etiquette and appearance demanded a Goetian never bother trouncing around in Pride where all the Sinners were dumped off. Even if she wanted to, that place was a chaotic mess of quibbling power structures she had no time for. This was vastly easier and a more “convenient” solution.

As Stella slipped to all fours, the two cocks pressed into her cheeks, smothering her face as she grunted in retaliation. Seems the fellows on the other side were getting eager. And just as they toyed with her visage, portals behind her also produced additional patrons answering the call of Stella’s strange, lewd tome.

Two more appeared behind, prodding at her, well, behind. She glanced back to observe one that appeared to be draconic in nature. It ballooned at its base and held nubs like the ebon one, whereas the other partnering spire of meat looked Hellhound in shape. Stella had her fair share of Hellhounds and lately they were becoming so predictable, but for tonight she decided to make a rare exception. How lucky for that anonymous cock!

How lucky for all of them, she mused.

She enticed the dual cocks from behind much in the same way she did with the human variant, wiggling and clapping her cheeks against the hungry inches. The hound’s length glistened with dewy presex, slicked by Stella’s motions. Her delectable ashen grey lips were already sodden from the previous “encounter,” so she had no trouble slipping the draconic meat into her desperate folds. But, she needed the other one slick and wet for her free hole – she wasn’t interested in a “challenge.”

The brutish cocks were enticed by her motions and she felt them throb and thrust into her – or try to at least given their limited control via the tome’s portals.

“Be patient!” she barked. The ebon length in one hand smacked at her face as if commanding her to hurry. She rolled her eyes and huffed.

“Fine, fine, lucky you have a dick worth satisfying.”

Whether they could hear her was irrelevant. At once, Stella proceeded to service each cock with her tongue and body. From all fours she bounced and rolled her hips backward, the impressive dragon’s dick spreading her to the brim. She shuddered, feeling it nearly knot her with every stroke while she traded the red and ebon length with her tongue. Stellla gulped each pair of heaving inches with professional gusto, slipping them down her throat and tossing her head against the fleshy rods as loud, audible slurps and choking ‘gulps’ echoed throughout the room.

As one bestial cock buried itself in the hot, wet chamber that was her throat, Stella grunted in surprised as the other intruding vessel pushed into her anal ring. It was slick, but her backside entrance was still tight and almost virginal for this sort of thing. It had been a while since she “practiced” with a set of inches so impressively sized. It pushed into her pucker, causing the curvaceous Goetian royal to squirm and moan in surprised until both her holes were stuffed.

“Gnnfmmf. . .”

In moments the haughty, bitchy Goetian queen had gone from snooty, upper class regal authority to an obedient slut for several anonymous cocks. And yet, she didn’t mind at all. The thrill of servicing nameless, faceless flanks of dick pressed a button in her mind, an instinctual desire to be bred and sire more offspring. Given that was one of her initial – and perhaps only – purposes as a royal in the Goetian family, it was like she was made for this sort of thing.

Probably was.

As she continued to service the enormous prodding members from the back and front, sounds of portals tearing open filled the room. There were more. Stella pulled away from the ebon spire, her occupied throat letting off an audible ‘pop.’ Another pair of hungry lengths appeared near her face, with another duet behind her!

“Ugh, fuck,” she groused, panting as the inches behind her pounded into her servile pussy and anal hole. Stella was good and expected company, but eight?

“Hmph.”

The momentum shifted. A senseless barrage of thrusts and positions followed afterward. To service all the anonymous cocks pouring through – some humans even – Stella had to switch from all-fours. Thankfully, she maintained a great deal of stamina as a Goetian royal, and this was just turning into a typical gala gangbang, only with no faces to recognize.

“Oggh god,” she whined, positioning herself in such a way that she rode a pair of portal-cocks, the new virile members plunged deep in her folds while another set stuffed into her anal hole. She was filled and stretched entirely now, her visage smothered with cock tips as several pressed into her cheeks, fighting for any available space, while others stuffed deep into her throat. Yet more pressed and prodded at her fat tits, toying with her bosom as they smacked and rubbed against the cushion-like mounds.

Soon enough, the entirety of Stella was used like a flexible sleeve. If there was an available space to rub or caress against, one of the brutal inches found it. Stella found herself bouncing and riding on every available cock, until she felt them rush to orgasm.

“GAH!”

She felt them twitch and pulse to life. A thick, ropy wave of seed exploded into her waiting pussy and womb, drenching her inner tunnel with some anonymous cock’s issue. The other did the same to her anal hole, filling the tight tunnel with faceless spunk. Then another came inside her, then another, then yet more down her throat. Like the greedy, voracious queen bitch she was Stella took it all, with an eagerness one only found with the Succubi in the other serving Rings.

Dollops of cum filled her, the white hot issue coating her tunnels with sticky fluid. She felt her belly bloat and bulge as the ropes of seed drowned her throat, while every other free portal cock spurt to life. By the beginning Stella was clean, and now she was a mess, utterly deluged by the demonic spunk of random anonymous strangers.

“Fgghghg. . .”

By the end she was on her back, her eyes wound up in a spell of dizzied stupefaction. Puddles of sticky white formed along her sheets while her holes leaked with the gooey rivers of faceless “patrons.” All in all, the queen was sated. For now.

The pink-red portals dissipated in a flurry of crackling sparks, and in moments Stella was left to her own devices, if her devices were a cum-filled royal. Later, she awoke and cleaned herself, keeping the lewd tome hidden in secret to try for another time.