Demonic Rescue gone wrong by ShorkScribbles

Nevertheless, as much as he taped and signified his frustration, the lowly Imp seemed befuddled and reiterated the ritual for what had been… What? The third try? Each time, the gaunt creature's eyes widened to the point they looked like wells when they turned to the grunting Demon.

“Well? You need to do it a fourth time? What's with you, Warlock?"

“Hmm… Sir. They… Are…"

“What? Lost? Captured? Tortured? Suffering insufferable torment?"

“They are unbound and free. Hum. I… I don't know what that means."

“What's that? You don't know what that means? You lied when you said you were the best warlock?"

“What? No! That is certain! Your… Wulf and Coal are both… Uh… Happy in the mortal world?"

“Nonsense! Impossible! No… Fiends would willingly expose themselves to mortals! Urgh. Prepare me a portal."

“Sire. I might advise-"

“I SAID! PREPARE! ME! A! PORTAL!"

With a roar, his green eyes ablaze, Iterex reduced the armrest to smithereens. Then, he reopened the hand, releasing the obsidian dust before the quivering and bowing Imp, observing the acrid puddle between those scrawny legs.

“Yeah. Piss yourself…" snarked the purple-skinned Demon, his dry and almost atrophied lips smacking before a servant brought him a goblet of pure red he drank from. The ferrous taste was perfect for him as he sighed, and then… Watched the Imp converse with one of his fellows, before they all went around the circle, they started to redraw from the get-go.

“Wulf and Coal… Summoned by mortals. And… Thriving there. Absurd. So absurd," scoffed Iterex, waving his arms while the little misshapen mortal slave, a human he guessed, listened with the intent and purpose of survival.

“Yes… Yes. So absurd. Haha."

“They're not the only idiots telling me this. But even then, I must give them a bit of honor. Those tiny-dicked idiots are such morons, they might as well be captured by a… What's the human term you use for them?"

“Them?"

“Magic wielders."

“Mages?" tried the slave, shivering.

“Yes. Mages. Such a peculiar name. But yes, they might as well be captured by one of your mages. Ah… Mortals. So fragile and weak," said Iterex, his claw dancing along the Human's cheekbones… Before he snapped his head towards the ritual and broke a second armrest.

“IS IT DONE YET?!" he shouted, his serpentine tongue flailing.

“Not… Not yet! We are doing as fast as possible!"

Iterex rolled his green eyes, then returned to the trembling human. Such a little creature, glabrous, worthless. But smart enough to know his situation.

“I will smite them. For having me to stand the presence of such worthless creatures. Imps… Hmph. You, human. You don't know the pain of having to live with your lessers," said Iterex, rubbing the slave's cheeks like a pet.

“I-… I was a king once-"

“A king. What's that? Another of your little names you give yourself? So cute and adorable-"

“Sir."

“WHAT?"

Leaving a gash on the human's face, Iterex turned. His breath was afire, green, like a dragon about to spit at a prey. But it was the Imp, still clad in his robes and hiding his face.

“The portal is ready. It will take you to where Wulf and Coal are."

“Good. I will get them and punish them. And once I am done… … We shall see," said the purple Demon, standing up. His skin seared, his muscles tense, his obsidian armor impeccable, as was his golden and regal loincloth; Iterex had everything befitting a Lord of his prestige. For a moment, he considered his blade… Then abandoned it, his hooves stomping onward as he smiled, showing his jagged teeth.

“Good. For once, you have been useful. I will signal you when I need a portal back."

With that same satisfaction, the Demon glanced at the portal's green edges, the perfect circle seemingly exhaling cold air within the Castle's musty and searing place… Before he stepped through the black threshold, as if swallowed by a creature before it closed.

“Go fuck yourself," mumbled the Imp in his breath as the tense atmosphere within the castle stopped… And everyone was allowed to breathe and relax.

On the other side, however, the situation was different.

A snort and a glare, and Iterex observed what looked like a cave. The walls, the floor, the ceiling. Everything was rough stone, uncut, raw. It was like he was held in the bowels of the earth, with almost no source of light except his gaze. But it didn't matter much for him as he could see as if it were a clear day.

And frown. And snarl. And gag.

“Hells. What's that stench? Where am I?" he asked, glancing around as each breath equivocated to taking in the air that remained in an incubus' bedroom after three days. No, worse. It was raw, intense, pungent. It was the stench of everything linked to sex, from asses to seed to sweat to… Worse.

And Iterex was fighting against the urge to call on the Warlock to have him create a portal back.

“I am too kind for those two morons," scoffed Iterex, hitting the floor with his hooves like a petulant child as he followed another scent midst the stench: sulfur. It was faint compared to the other, but had enough punch to guide him onward and deeper into the cavern while he was forced to bend down, almost at back-breaking height.

“Whoever is crazy enough to live there, I hope he can sprint," said Iterex, irritated as his helmet sometimes scraped against the ceiling while he continued. Even his armored tail smacked against the stone, sending reverberating echoes through the cave until the tunnel seemed to open… And for Iterex to enter a proper place.

No more low ceiling, no more sensation of walls pressing against him.

And so, he stretched, putting his hands on his waist for a second, filling his nostrils… And gargling again.

“If you decided to have a clan of humans worshiping your dicklets, I'll stomp on your balls for the next millenia," growled Iterex as he approached two rounder, swollen, and moaning shapes in the deep end of the cavern.

If they were humans, maybe he could coerce them into getting an answer on where Coal and Wulf were. And yet, as he approached, Iterex's stride turned into a stroll, then a slow pace. He slowed down until he had his hooves planted before his two subordinates.

Or so he assumed…

“Shapeshifters aren't a thing on this world… Hmm.. Coal! Snap out of it!" shouted Iterex, kicking the nearest shape.

And what a shape Coal had. Comely, generous, round. The black-skinned and horned demon looked nothing like the proud and gruff Goon. Sure, the bullish horns were the same, sprouting from his temples. But his expected scowl had turned into a gleeful, albeit stupid, grin. Even his tongue lolled out as a mix of saliva and… White fluid dripped from the Demon's mouth. His fingers were even twitching as he rolled on his belly and tried to go on all fours.

“More… More… Sirs," groaned the Demon, his fingers going on his wide posterior to stretch those glutes. With it, as he pulled, a jet of white fluid, the same drenching those lips, started to pour free. The sound of suction, of the sphincter trying to control the flow in vain, was frustrating enough for Iterex to glare and kick Coal away from him.

But as the Demon rolled, so followed the white, steaming trail that kept coming, all from that distended belly adorned with… A tattoo?

Different from the tally marks covering Coal's posterior, that one was purple and seemed to glare back at the Demon. An enchantment. Or a curse. It was a heart itself swallowed within a representation of a womb that had overgrown and stretched all over Coal's distended guts, adding up to the comely figure the black-skinned Demon presented as he was once pinching his nipples, spraying another white liquid out of those clear, erect nipples.

“Please… I'm so empty. Need more goblin spunk in me," moaned Coal, his eyes crossed and his tongue dancing over his stained lips.

“Tshh. You look like a succubus after a day of work," commented Iterex, waving his hand. “Snap out of it, Coal. Or I'll rip your soul out of your body and devour it."

“N-No," moaned back Coal, his pinchings seemingly enough get his tiny dick hard again, to make that pathetic nub, barely more than three inches, up and already spraying.

“No?"

“No… no… No… Iterex. I-I must bear… Goblins. Greenskins… Forever."

“You… You called me? By my name?" roared Iterex, outraged by the insult. Only lower demons would be called by their names. “I should cut your limbs and attach your dangling bits to a pillar for everyone to see!"

“Gob-… Goblins."

As Coal's voice came back as soft, something else caught Iterex's ears as he turned away from Coal.

“I will get back to you. You'll have to repent for this outrage," scoffed Iterex, raising one finger only to see Wulf.

“You. Tell me you're… Damnit. Stupid mortals! You! Wulf! Tell me what happened!" shouted Iterex, reaching for his subordinate's head and the muzzle attached to it, yanking and tearing the leather apart.

Contrary to Coal, who looked similarly to Iterex, Wulf was… Well, closer to a Wendigo Demon. His face was a Wolf's skull completed by a fluid-caked mane. Worse, even with the muzzle yanked away, the Demon's tongue still lolled out with saliva dripping from it.

“Wulf! Answer! Right now?" snapped the Demon, both in action and emotions.

“Wh-… What? Iterex? Sir… Sir? You're joining us?"

Wulf didn't blink. But the fire in his eyes disappeared for a moment as his mouth closed… And so did his fingers on his large breasts, massaging them, while the other hand was on his pathetic erection, on his cocklet he played with, grabbed, before closing on the scrotum to lift it and expose that slurping asshole.

“I…" scoffed Iterex, passing a finger on his forehead. “You mongrels. You were supposed to return for your missions three weeks ago. I had to ask… Warlocks! To get to you."

“Oh. This. This is bad, Sir."

“Bad? Ah? This won't be bad! This will be a punishment to be remembered for centuries! When you'll get out! You'll regret the day you forced my hand in lowering myself to those… Pathetic mortals! You will regret ever stepping foot on that dirty planet. You will plead for my mercy every day until the stars die! Do you understand? … ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?"

“Hah. I am sorry. Sir. It is getting hard to focus ever since we… Became the Tribes' wives. Coal has been fucked and… Where are our husbands?"

“I speak to you of punishments and sufferings? And you're blabbering about wives and husbands? What- Ah! What are you playing at? You're trying to avoid your punishment?!"

Yet, as Wulf's eyes were on Iterex, he smiled stupidly. With his hands between his legs, he had been fingering himself, inserting two fingers, and then started to punch in and pull out with a loud schlorp.

“WULF!"

“Sorry. Yes. Sir. We will be punished. But. We cannot leave. Not anymore. And so do you."

“… They're… Back."

“Sorry. We had to ensure that our new wife could not leave. You bitches know each others?"

Iterex's face burned. And worse, it was as he felt… Compelled to squat. Like a lowly succubus, the Demon squatted with his posterior presented to… Whoever was behind him. However, as that presence was letting itself known, with a hand on the shoulder, so followed the stench of sweat, of seed, of sex… Of mortal blood. And Iterex sneered.

“I am not-"

“Yes!" shouted in tandem Wulf and Coal, smiling and grinning to whoever was behind Iterex before they went on their backsides, legs raise, to present their stretched asshole, agape and winking, as well as their pathetic erections.

“I'll curse you all once I get free! Especially you two, betrayal is-"

“There will be no curse. Except for you, big lug. Nice of you to join the party!" said a voice, grunting… And seemingly climbing Iterex's sides.

The Lord, unable to even move one hand, watched as a hint of green appeared in his peripheral vision. One hint, then completed by something that was… Ugly, wart-covered, despicable, throbbing… But so big. So humongous. It-

“You like it? Once they saw our dicks, they were head over heels for a taste. Go on. Give it a lick."

Iterex's eyes focused on that steamy flesh, on the bulbs throbbing with each pulse sending that cock bobbing, throbbing, and spurting a few droplets of dense but translucent fluids. And he gargled.

“No… I- Won't. Neither should you, you little witless tinydicked idio-ts."

As Iterex spoke, ready to berate his subordinates, he glanced above… And saw the two Demons going to town in sucking and worshiping what seemed to be… Goblins? Goblins' cocks. Their smiles were unmistakables as they were held by the horns and skull, their faces fucked by the Goblins. Their eyes crossed, they looked enthralled. No; smitten by those humongous and bulbous cocks smacking against their lips, if they had some, or their tongues… Or their chests.

“Thank you for your cocks!" nodded on Coal, as one Goblin was masturbating and depositing a fat load of white thick fluid right on the Demon's tongue.

“Use our mouths and cunts! We'll bear your army!" continued Wulf, his “tits" fucked by one of the Goblins riding his chest.

And Iterex grimaced at it, snarled as he watched the grubby little mortals have their fun with his subordinates… Fingering them, playing with their holes. Even… Fisting them. One of those greenskinned bastards even had one arm elbow deep within each subordinate.

“You want it. You do," commented the Goblin on Iterex's shoulder, stroking his face and cheekbones with those greasy and grubby fingers.

“I will devour you. All of you. You will regret this. Your entire kind will regret what you did."

“Nah," said the Goblin, smacking and rubbing his cocktip against Iterex's cheeks and lips, even as the Demon tried to look and turn away.

But each time, Iterex was feeling weaker, warmer… And hungrier. Even thirstier as he watched another fat glob of juice form at the cocktip and grow and coalesce. Until it dropped and disappeared. He didn't even fight, his tongue licking his lips, and his lips smacking close.

“I will not prostrate before a lowly mortal!"

“Are you sure? A big Demon like you wouldn't fall for just a taste. A tiny drop, it doesn't hurt?" said the Goblin, patting Iterex's head once he removed the helmet and threw it aside.

“Yes…. That's true," commented Iterex, scoffing. He was fighting it. But he was a Lord. A cunning Lord. He could fight and undo whatever curse it is. More than that, he wouldn't be like Wulf or Coal. He wouldn't fall like them. So… He opened his mouth.

And his mind sparkled with newfound sensations.

His tongue exploded with newfound sensations as the tip landed on it, releasing that greasy, translucent, but luscious fluid. It was nectar and blood, fear and fire melding. His eyes widened as he took another lick, unable to stop while his serpentine tongue started to dance over the warts, over the bumps tracing the path down the bulbous-tipped cock. It was… Something much different than anything he had experienced from the mortals. It was… Novelty.

Novelty for a Demon who had lived centuries.

His gaze mellowed. His snarl dissipated. And his lips, so prone to offer a scowl, became soft and pulled into a slight but noticeable smile. One that continued as Iterex leaned, trying to get another droplet, something more. He even nudged the urethra before a finger stopped him.

“Already hooked on, Demon bitch?" asked the Goblin, laughing.

“I am! Not. I am merely a… Connoisseur, and this is an adequate grade. I… Need to sample it more."

No. He wanted it so badly. That magnificent green cock was just something else as it throbbed against his lips, feeling the blood pumping within it. It was mighty, stiff, and turgid. And oh so tempting. He had to swallow his saliva again.

“Connoisseur? Like those bitches? Yeah, they're experts in Goblin cum!" burst the Goblin, holding his sides while pointing at Coal and Wulf.

They were truly experts. Or Goblin dick enjoyers. With their mouths used by a Goblin at a time, they were quick to jump from one stud to another, alternating the greasy shafts to worship with a precision, need, and a desire that was… Astonishing. If they'd spent as much energy to fight as they did to suck, they might have been more than…

“Tiny-dicked idiots," growled Iterex, only to be silenced when one fat cock was pressed into his mouth and, sure enough, right into his gullet. He gargled a bit, but soon… That Adam's apple was bobbing up and down from the massive cock fucking that sultry and quite warm throat.

“Ain't seeing any difference when checking you out."

Iterex's eyes widened. Their green tone seemed to glow, while his fingertips were getting the same color. But as quickly as his temper flared, Iterex's power dimmed and vanished. Taken away.

“Hrmph?"

The surprised gargle was not answered directly, not as the Goblin seemed to enjoy himself too much in fucking Iterex's throat. That thick cock was rubbing against the Demon's tongue, coating it with throat slime, fluid, and sweat.

However, he pulled out. Cocky, satisfied, the tiny mortal pointed then down… Right to Iterex's belly, who watched, unable to resist the call.

And saw a pink glow. A tattoo that had appeared on his purple skin, contrasting as much as it seemed warm and warmer than anything the Lord had experienced.

“What?"

A mere word.

No answer. Instead, Iterex felt a stiffness course through his body as he was forced to go on all fours.

“Barbarians! Beasts! You dare!" he shouted, forced to crawl like a peasant, like the lowliest of demons… And to lay down between Wulf and Coal, almost squeezed in between as the two Demons' eyes turned toward him.

“Joining us is a good thing," commented Wulf, his eyes gleaming with a strange pink tint.

“You'll love it. Goblins are great," added Coal, slurring but seemingly more aware.

“Silence. Idiots. You let… You let Goblins capture you! And me! How dare you?"

“Help him out. We don't need that armor on him!"

Iterex glanced as he watched the two Demons around him reach for his straps. Their coated fingers were leaving streaks in their wakes, white trails of reeking fluids. White, sticky, drippy. It went over Iterex's firm pectorals, thin belly, wide legs, powerful thighs. They pulled, yanked, ripped, cut… And through the clanging noise of the metal being thrown aside… Iterex hissed.

“Careful! Mongrels! This is more precious than your lives!" he shouted to both his Subordinates, uncaring, and to the Goblins, gnawing at the metal before throwing it away.

But the stripping continued, removing every trace of Iterex's protection, down to his loincloth.

“Hah! It's worse than them!" “So small!" “Look at that babydick!"

“SHUT UP, MORTALS!" roared Iterex, feeling his body weak. And weaker as the two demons on either side were running their hands over his nethers, with Coal being the first to grip.

“It's cute. Very cute, boss," commented Coal, articulating between each thrust his ass received.

Then, he let go, and it was Wulf's turn to grip the stiff shaft.

“It's just like us, Boss. So tiny, too."

“I'll murder you both!" asserted Iterex, turning left and right, and yet breaking into a moan as his cocktip was pinched.

If his subordinates were small… Well, Iterex was smaller.

Sure enough, his testicles were heavy, like two perfectly round boulders snug in the scrotum. But the shaft itself, uncut and erect, was almost dwarfed by the testicles… By the demonic fingers holding and pinching it as it sprayed juices over the fingers.

“Let it go!" snarled Iterex.

“Yeah. Like he said. There's something way better for you to hold, boys," commented one Goblin.

And soon enough, Iterex's hard and spraying shaft was left alone, with the Lord forced to keep his legs outstretched and lifted while he observed Coal and Wulf gripping some of the offered green shafts.

Uncaring, the two were stroking, rubbing, squeezing those enormous green masts, pulling and peeling the foreskin off the tip before they covered it, forcing the precum to coalesce in thick globs they licked.

And in a way, Iterex watched, feeling his cock now burn and beg for his attention, even now as he rushed to cover it with his hands.

“Ashamed of your dicklet?" asked one Goblin, smacking his cock against Iterex's right cheek.

“It's normal. Demons have shrimp dicks. All of them. Right?" asked a second Goblin, smacking it against Iterex's left cheek.

“He has never seen anything as big," commented a third Goblin, clambering on Iterex's nethers before he used his cock, like a pole, to bully and beat Iterex's erection.

“Urf… You… Puny… Worthless mongrels," hissed Iterex, baring his teeth as he tried to control himself. But as much as that third Goblin beat his tiny cocklet, the more it sprayed all over his groin, and the more it burned with pain and pleasure.

The more it felt great as his plump nuts were smacked and his cocklet abused, held, even pinched by that Goblin.

“You… Tiny bastards. I'll have the world get rid of you," snarled Iterex, looking to his right and left for support. But only finding those greasy cocks, happily smearing fluids all over his face.

And the more he inhaled the stench, the… Stronger was the desire to give in, to open his mouth, to satisfy a thirst and hunger.

“Let's do it together. He has such a big mouth!"

“Right!"

Iterex's nostrils flared. So raised his brows.

But at no time would he have guessed what the Goblins planned. They shifted, moved. And soon enough, there were two tips presenting at his mouth.

“Go first." “Nah… You." “No, you." “Urfh. We said it was your turn!"

As the two fought and pointed at one another, Iterex's eyes pointed toward one then another's groin. Those cocks were so enthralling, yet similar. He couldn't pick himself, his mouth watering at the mere idea of taking one in. But two? Two cocks at once?

Even his groin burned and his dicklet sprayed.

“Fuck. He's wet!"

In the distance, there were the muffled cries from Wulf and Coal. Seemingly, the two were taken by their captors and lovers, as their throttled voices were like a song for love and abuse.

But Iterex barely heeded it all as he smacked his lips. And finally… Pounced on the right cock.

He… Gobbled it.

And it felt so great, so good. His eyes rolled, his lips pursed, his smile grew, even his heartbeat eased as he was feeling the goodness of a Goblin's cock inside his mouth. Was it why they never left? Maybe.

Maybe that was the reason, thought Iterex as he bobbed his head back and forth.

“Hey! Don't hog all the mouth!" “Now you want it?"

Above, the Goblins were fighting and in return, the first cock retreated. But Iterex still had another cock to worship, one that was unclean and still drenched in fluids. Fluids, the Demon slurped, his lips pulled outward by the suction he maintained while the tiny Mortal attempted to pull back.

But so… As the second was away, so returned the first.

First. Second. First. Second.

The more he sucked, the easier it was for Iterex just to let himself be taken by the flow. To be swallowed by the instant as the cocks were inching closer and closer, seemingly as driven as he was… Until they were both going at it inside his mouth, hitting and pushing, and pressing. His cheeks looked filled as the two enormous organs were inside, spraying and repainting everything inside. Soon, the two Goblins reached their orgasms. Close. Together.

They growled and held on to Iterex's head in their ejaculation.

What it was, Iterex didn't know the mortal term. But his throat bulged from that thick and creamy liquid descending right down his esophagus into his stomach. It was so heavy and filling, he couldn't stop reaching for his stomach to feel the heat coming through his guts… And the sensation as that flow stretched his skin. An endless flow culminating in his rich, abdominal waistline transforming into a portly figure. Wherever his fingers went, they touched the taut skin. As much as Coal and Wulf's.

However, the Goblins were not done.

And as they kept humping and pumping, the flow couldn't descend much further. So it blocked, clogged, and was forced to go up. To ascend. And finally, as the Demon gargled, unable to breathe, he soon felt the sensation of the liquid forcing up his nose. It scoured the cavity, filled it… And as the liquid was culminating, bathing his sense of smell with that stench… It spurted free from his nostrils onto the Goblins' cock, spraying them.

The green cocks, as big as they were, ended up covered, and so were the Goblins' bellies when those organs were pulled away…

Finally, Iterex was allowed to breathe, gulp, and cough. It was only then he noticed two things: his belly, which was so round he could barely see his erection. And his beaten erection, covered with that same white fluid, wasn't of the Goblins. But his. His semen. His fluids.

That's what had been covering his fellows, what covered his mouth, chin, and nose as he looked up at the sneering Goblins.

“Was so good you came yourself silly? Doesn't that feel good, Demon?" asked the first, rubbing his cum-coated cock against Iterex's forehead. And the Demon could only pant, his eyes droopy.

“That… That's not what… I am… A Lord. I won't submit," mumbled Iterex, slurring and barely capable of containing his slippery tongue. Of stopping it from giving the cock another lick.

“Hehe. I'm sure they don't think the same," commented the Goblins, pointing at Coal and Wulf.

The two Demons were looking stupid, their faces fucked for the last few minutes. But as they were released, whether it was a skull or not, the two slutty Demons grinned… And the first, Coal, plunged to kiss Iterex.

The large Demon's eyes widened again, but as he thought about pushing and fighting, Coal's tongue rushed to his. And for an instant, they shared… That semen in their mouths. The Goblins Coal had been sucking offered a semen that was… Sweeter. Not so succulent, but captivating as Iterex's traits mellowed again.

His ire, his anger, his frustration softened as he was sharing a kiss, gulping down the mix of saliva and cum.

“So… Disgusting," he still mumbled, before Wulf grabbed him.

“Welcome to the clan," commented Coal, licking his lips.

Soon after, Iterex was forced into another kiss. This time, the semen was saltier, and Iterex didn't have much to offer. Coal had already scoured his mouth. But it didn't deter Wulf as he extended his tongue to lick Iterex's face, collecting the fluids he gulped down.

And soon… Driven by the same desire, Iterex did the same of the fluids dripping from the Skull-faced demon, swallowing what had oozed from those nostrils. Yet, what he sampled what pure unaldurated cum and nothing more.

“You cannot escape it anymore, Boss. You are like us. Part of a family," said Wulf, going to stroke Iterex's distended belly, and the tattoo on it.

“I am… Not so weak. I will not break."

“We didn't break from this."

Wulf's affirmation would be enough to raise an eyebrow. But in that state of bliss and afterglow, Iterex didn't register it as much. However, what he registered was the hands and cocks no longer mishandling his genitals.

It was… Different. And so, Iterex's green eyes drifted to see his legs pulled up, much like his subordinates. However, contrary to them, he didn't have a Goblin happily going at it, fucking his asshole until it gaped and oozed semen.

That was to change. Was as a Goblin stood near Iterex's genitals, rubbing them with his tip for a second. Then had his cock slide along the scrotum, below it, along the perineum… And right at the Demon's puckered entrance. A nice. Wrinkled. Virgin rim.

The cock's mere presence against the entrance drove Iterex to gulp and swallow the last droplets of semen mixed to his saliva. He observed the Goblin chuckling and felt hands rushing to his belly, stroking it and smearing it with that same fluid.

“You'll be bred," said Coal, in a daze.

“Once they breed your ass, you'll never want to leave. You will be doomed like us," continued Wulf, grimly. Yet, grinning as if he desired it.

“I am not like you. I will.. Resist!" gulped Iterex, feeling that cocktip poke forward, making him wince.

“We will be a happy family," chuckled Coal, reaching and pinching Iterex's nipples.

“Pumping more goblins for all the tribes. They'll love you, too," added Wulf, his tongue tracing the Demon's chest, slathering coal's hand on the same occasion.

“I will not yield… I will not b-REAK!"

Iterex's body arched, and his posterior lifted. Even his hooved feet kicked the air until a Goblin held them. But here it was. Here it happened: his asshole was taken; his entrance burned like a sun. Like magma. Like a fire. Like a spark. Then… It didn't anymore.

The pain receded, but left behind scars in the form of Iterex panting and his face soaked with sweat, his jaw tight and painful.

“He… lls," he whispered, only to feel the two other Demons gripping his jaw, licking his face on either side.

“They'll fuck you. Fill you with their children. One army for them," said Coal, his voice soft.

“It is your fate. You will be ruined. And you will beg for more. There is no escape. Not for worthless tiny-dicked demons."

“Si-Silence!" cried Iterex, his voice going up and losing its composure as he looked down. As he watched that leering and chuckling Goblin.

Throwing his head back again, smacking the back of it against the stone, he suffered from that enormous shaft thrusting forward, hitting his depths. His legs didn't kick as much, blocked, but the thighs and hamstrings tensed the same. His arms, too, as he sensed his subordinates' fingers descending over his swollen belly, between his legs.

And again, there was another thrust. A hit, that sent Iterex almost spiraling down as he gulped for air, his lips opening and closing with only shallow breaths.

“We will never go back. We want to be bred," whispered Coal right against Iterex's ear.

“We live for our Gobs husbands. You will, too. And you'll help them break more Demons."

Wulf's words sounded like betrayal. Such a lowly tactic for a good Lord. But tactics meant nothing for Iterex, as with each thrust, his mind was being scraped away, and so were his convictions. It was… great. It was the greatest thing he was experiencing, and yet something he tried to refuse himself.

His glutes clenched, his rim tightened… And even his walls were like steel, attempting to halt that dirty little Mortal from taking what he desired.

But such resistance couldn't be maintained for so long. And those walls were ripped apart as Coal and Wulf's fingers stroked Iterex's shaft on either side.

“Your dicklet is speaking for you. It loves it."

“They spoke for us… Look how happy we are."

Hands gripped Iterex's fingers and palm, guiding them away from his own body and going to grip two… Ridiculous. Shameful. Unworthy shaft. Puny. Small. Imperfect. But a thought followed the disdain Iterex felt at touching those cocklets: [I]“That's why Demons need to submit."[/I]

As he stroked and touched, Iterex found Coal and Wulf's cocklets spraying with fluids as they were getting pounded. The truth was, he didn't have to move his fingers at all; the thrusts were doing all the work for him. Instead, the Demon only had to maintain his grip to masturbate them, to feel their erection rubbing against his palm like worms. Tiny… Unworthy worms he was still holding to… No different from them using their fingertips to stroke and touch him, steadily and assuredly breaking what poor defense he had.

“I am… Not like you," whimpered Iterex, watching as the Goblin slowly retreated, leaving behind a sensation of emptiness.

“No… You are smaller," cooed Coal, poking at the swollen corona.

“You are breaking much faster than we."

Iterex gulped, about to retort.

But the Goblin's cocktip was about to leave, to depart, to leave his asshole gaping and abandoned.

Then… the tiny Bastard thrust in with another angle. One whose direction perfectly aligned with one spot.

And Iterex hollered, his tongue slipping out of his mouth before he coughed.

The brunt of the hit was on his prostate, and it sent him sprawling, seeing stars… And spraying juices all over Wulf and Coal's fingers. And clenching his grip on their cocks.

“He-Hells," whimpered Iterex, breathless.

“He needs more! Fuck him up! He needs to be convinced!" said Coal, chuckling.

“He will keep fighting until you break him. Break us all!" continued Wulf.

Both were traitors, both betrayed their kind. But they relished seeing their Master being broken.

And their Master? He was breaking.

Each thrust on his prostate was truly a novel and wonderful experience, making his entire body jolt and tense. Only then, another sensation of pure warmth and pleasure dripped down from his skull right along his spine.

It washed over his muscles and nerves, coursing through his limbs and organs. It stripped all pain, all sensations, everything that might have been painful. No, more than that, it made Iterex aware of old wounds he wasn't aware of. It was as if one moment, the entire universe had crushed him down. And then… Embraced. By the whole universe.

The touch from the two Subordinates? Pure bliss.

Their treacherous presence? A loving reminder of where he belonged.

The stench of fluids sticking to his nose? A symphony.

The aftertaste at the back of his throat? A meal like no other.

The weight on his guts from all the fluids pressing against his stomach? Pure warmth.

The cock stretching him wide and abruptly, digging through thrusts? Love.

Love.

Then, the sensation was taken away. All that joy and bliss was… Ephemeral. But it left Iterex wanting and craving, his mouth curled in an O.

“First time?" asked Wulf, pinching Iterex's cock, collecting the fluid on it and presenting it to the Demon who sucked the fingers. Compared to the Goblins' cum, that one was acrid… Almost distasteful.

He gagged.

“It cannot compare," said Coal, watching as a cock appeared between them. Similar for Wulf.

Cocks that were presented to them, while Iterex felt a hand guiding him to lick and sample. And he did, almost ignoring anything else.

As anything else was painful, suffering, cold, and unsatisfying. Except when that cock managed to hit that same spot and made him feel that hint of joy. One that was steadily growing.

“What… Was that?" moaned Iterex, unable to resist the urge to lick that cock. And finding it that its mere presence almost appeased the pain the Demon felt.

“First… Faggasm. The best," moaned Coal, slurping on the tip like he was nursed on it.

“Once you feel it. Nothing else is as good. Only… They can give it to you," continued Wulf.

Iterex felt a shudder run through his spine, pain and fear melded in a pure component.

And then, as if on cue, the Goblin thrust and hit. With enough strength, the Demon's legs kicked free, but nothing else. They only kicked when another wave of joy and bliss washed over him. One so great, his eyes rolled in the back of his head… And his cock, his cocklet sprayed.

“Hah! He's breaking already! What a bitch!" “The bigger they are, the bigger the fall!"

Iterex didn't answer. Even the part of his mind that would have been outraged was all too happy to fight back. His green eyes were almost turned red and pink from the sensation as his pectorals were massaged and squeezed… And his mouth was once more taken.

Everything. Everything was taken as the Goblins fucked his mouth and continued inside his asshole, cratering and stretching it until it wasn't the same anymore. Until…

Well, in one instant following another blissful orgasm, something else happened.

The Goblin had been continuing to fuck him. But he hadn't ejaculated. By that time, Coal and Wulf had been stuffed again so much that they looked like enormous jugs had been strapped to them instead of bellies.

But the Goblin inside Iterex? He hadn't ejaculated, and the Demon was almost expecting it. It was to happen, it had to.

And it did.

It did with a grunt. A growl. A hiss. And finally, with the hips joining together, the green testicles smacking the red and blue posterior… And the cum pouring inside Iterex.

“He-Hells," mumbled Iterex, his mouth free. Again, his face was contorted from the bliss, with all the semen through. “I'm feeling it… I'm feeling it!"

Iterex cried as he wasn't only feeling the scalding hot semen suddenly pumped into his pipped guts. It was something else. Sparks at first. But the more he focused, the more it was… The assault. A guerrilla. A sudden wave of little soldiers fighting to access one little spot at the center, one egg.

How could he feel it? It edged on the impossible. But the Demon was aware of it, and felt the joy as one of those little tadpoles finally hit and penetrated that egg.

As a reflex, he yanked his semen-covered fingers and hid his face, pressing his palm against his features. This was too much. So much. His mind was breaking apart from the dozen assaults he could sense, amidst the thrust against his prostate.

Amidst the swelling on his guts. The bliss. It was too much. Way too much. So much.

He blanked.

But returned.

The first sensation was his eyelids closing and his ears popping off. He was feeling like he had abandoned a cocoon or a nest as he returned to the sight. To awareness. The stone above and around him was cold. More than that, so were the fingers rushing over his chest, his plump and prickly chest that was feeling so full. He glanced down, watching the green hands massaging and squeezing his nipples, extracting one white flow out of them.

Iterex blinked again, observing how heavy his chest was. Then how… Swollen was his belly.

He blinked again and smacked his lips together, finding them parched and yet drenched with that same white substance he had been drinking. He could smell it everywhere on him. It was all over him as he glanced around.

“Finally back," cooed a familiar voice. Coal. He was on Iterex's left, on his side, cradling his guts.

“Where… Where am I?" asked Iterex, raising an arm and suddenly being swarmed by… Pain. Everything in his body hurt.

“Back with us, boss. You were gone for… Four days," said Coal.

“Back? But… I remember I was… With you and then. I left?"

“Yeah, Boss," chuckled the dark-skinned Demon. “No longer with us. Mind. Like gone gone."

Iterex scoffed, but something in Coal's trait made him realise his Subordinate wasn't lying.

And then, a distant groan.

“Where's Wulf?"

“Giving birth with the Shaman. He will be back for more."

“More?"

“More children. We are giving them an army, Boss."

“I- No. I cannot!" grumbled Iterex, trying to raise his torso. But he was feeling too heavy, too weak.

“What? You want to leave us, Bitch?"

As Iterex bared his teeth and grunted, something hit him. No. Many things hit him in different places. Face. Lips. Cock. Ass.

“You'll stay as long as we want. We are not done with your cunt."

Iterex's eyes focused on the cock ahead of him. Watched that greasy, veiny, and wart-covered length. It was one of the things that drove him in that moment. He remembered it.

He remembered his disgust, his hatred, his… Disdain for that Gob cock.

However, he… Opened his lips, welcomed it. And all his pain disappeared, his worries, his fear.

Why was he there? He could still cling to the familiar notion that he came to retrieve Wulf and Coal back to his domain.

But it now seemed futile. Why would he refuse them such pleasure?

Why would he refuse anyone such pleasure?

And as he sucked, and felt the Goblin cock once more inside his cratered ass… Iterex smiled.

“We need a bigger family."

“That's right, boss."

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