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[b][u][center]A Stronger Bond

Part 2

For a-lycotonum

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

The transforming cock inside of her was not done yet. Caelia gasped as it slammed into her depths, forcing her to open up around it, the base of it slamming against her sex and reminding her of the terrible, powerful differences between a humanoid shaft and a bestial one. She had seen them before, by accident, by happenstance, but this was the first time that she had [i]felt[/i] it.

“Ah…ah…ah!”

She screamed as the dog-dicked orc slammed into her again and again, forcing her pussy to open up for his cock in a way that she had never done even for a toy. Her eyes rolled back, her toes curled against her will, and her sensitive sex dripped down towards her asshole. She felt like she was on the verge of orgasm already, and she blamed the demon on the other side of the room. This had to be Kaggotha’s doing, that woman forcing her to enjoy this after she had already been forced through three separate orgasms just getting here.

“Ah…ah…”

She panted, trying not to scream again as his knot slapped against her pussy, almost sliding in more than once. The stretch pushed her to her limits, making her grit her teeth as she felt the burn that the size and friction caused down there. She wanted to say that she hated it, but the almost omnipresent curl of her toes made it all too clear that her body, at least, loved what was happening to it.

“Ah..”

She bit her lips, trying to avoid letting out another moan, doing everything in her power to not let it show just how much her body was enjoying this. It was wrong. It was so wrong, and it was a betrayal of everything that the Muse had done for her. She should be angry, should be upset, should be –

POP!

Caelia arched her back as that knot finally pushed past her pussy lips, almost dragging her off the bed as the orc slammed into her, pushing and pulling with a cock that he didn’t know how to use. His hips slammed against her, and the knot dragged at her inner walls as he tried and failed to pull it out. She gritted her teeth, her pussy soaking wet, her body spasming. No, no, she didn’t want to, she didn’t want to –

He put his hand to her sex, rubbing at her clit as he pulled at his knot, and it was too late. Caelia arched her back again, and this time she came, hard. She squirted over the base of his shaft, soaking him in her juices, and she moaned and whimpered as she did, twitching from head to toe –

Squirt, squirt, squirt. The hot heat of his seed splattering into her only made it worse, and that made her scream and bite at the back of her hand as she tried and failed to hold back. She wanted to keep from cumming, but he kept rubbing, teasing that sensitive little nub, pushing her pleasure higher and higher.

She came again, and again, and again. Four times in total around that knotted cock, the pleasure came to her and she went over the edge. It was so easy, so embarrassingly easy that she couldn’t look the orc in the face when he pulled out of her. The tugging, dragging feeling of his knot sliding out of her pussy was enough to make her gasp when it actually popped free, and she could feel his seed inside of her already shifting.

As she reached down to cover her sex, keeping the majority of it from just sliding all the way out and soaking her and the bed, Kaggotha shoved her orc to the floor. She rode him, wide hips rising, falling, rising, falling. If she’d been any less muscular, that wide ass would have been jiggling and bouncing like anything, but instead, she was just riding him, dominating him with her backside.

Caelia slumped down on the bed, unable to move. The orc poked her, but didn’t slide back in. Even though she could feel the hunger between her legs, she didn’t ask him for it, and he eventually stepped away.

“Here,” Kaggotha said.

The orc walked over to her like an obedient dog, and the demon sucked him into her mouth. She rode, sucked, rode, sucked, her hips never slowing down, and both of her males were completely in her thrall. Neither bothered to pull away. Neither one seemed to want to give up the pleasure that she offered.

Caelia wanted to look away, but something drew her eyes back to the demon that had taken charge of her. Kaggotha wasn’t looking at her, but at the same time, she could feel something, some awareness settling on her as the demoness rolled her hips backwards, taking that fat horse cock into her again and again. The bestial sexes were slapping together, wet and wild, strings of sexual fluids connecting the two of them.

Despite everything, it was clear that Kaggotha was the one in charge. There was nothing in the female that suggested that she was anything less than the boss mare, the boss bitch of the situation. No matter the fact that she was the one getting penetrated, she was the one that was calling the shots. The pair of orcs might have been able to outlast anyone else in the brothel, but both of them were sweating, shaking as she sucked them, fucked them, used them.

Caelia’s heat rose again, and she groaned in frustration, clenching her legs shut tightly as she watched them. She felt so weak, so empty, but at the same time, she felt that urge. That desperate urge to ride them like that, to feel them inside of her, to banish that heat that was building up hotter and hotter inside of her.

[i]That’s ugly, though…that kind of need…[/i]

She curled her toes, feeling the scales against them. She could feel the beauty that the Muse had left her with, the one little gift that remained part of her. Caelia held to that, making sure that she didn’t forget.

[i]This is ugly…these are beautiful…[/i]

Despite the fact that her feet were fetish objects, despite the fact that they had been changed to draw attention to them, she made herself believe that. The Muse had loved her. Kaggotha just wanted to break her.

She gritted her teeth against the clenching that her holes were doing, the heat that was building up in both of them. Not just her pussy, not just for the breeding urge, for the chance to bear children, but for the chance to get fucked in the other hole. Even her mouth was feeling different, like she was drooling, hungry…

[i]No, not…not…[/i]

Swallowing hard to try and clear her throat, she turned her head to the side, burying her eyes against the sheets. She could still hear the wet slap and thrusts that kept going on behind her, but at least now she didn’t have to see them. Warm moans, wet gasps, the orcs starting to beg for mercy.

They didn’t get it. They were used, and they were used hard, Kaggotha slapping her hips down again and again, never giving them what they needed. She heard the soft ‘spluts’ of orgasm, the sound of the males cumming, and they never stopped. They wanted to, they begged to, but Kaggotha didn’t give them that release. All she did was give them further use, taking them between her legs, under her tail, forcing them into her holes and making them give her the pleasure that she craved.

Seeing it in her mind’s eye was hardly better than seeing it in person, but she didn’t dare turn around. She could feel the clenching, the need between her legs, and she knew that if she gave it even an inch, it would make her take them again. Caelia clenched her muscles, tightening them, pulling her legs together as she covered her head with a pillow.

[i]No more…no more…[/i]

The sex sounds went on for another few minutes, and eventually, the sound of hoofbeats followed. The panting sounds of exhausted men filled her ears, and she knew that the orcs had to be drained. Maybe more than they had ever been before. She didn’t want to turn around, didn’t want to see what had happened to them –

“NNNNGH!”

Kaggotha had walked right up to her, slamming a finger up her pussy. That finger was hot, hotter than the flesh she was used to, and she hissed against the sheets as it pushed in and out, roughly fingering her, stirring up the froth that had settled down there from how much she was dripping. She tried to push her legs together and kick the demon away, but the equine woman grabbed her legs, pinning her ankles together and turning her in the process.

Caelia wasn’t sure how she had been flipped onto her back, or how she was being made to stare up at the ceiling, but she knew that it had happened because the demon was so much stronger than her. She yelped as Kaggotha leaned over her, grunting.

“You will do.”

“No, I…I don’t want…”

“You full.”

That slippery finger slid out of her, held over her face. A string of cum slid off the digit, falling on her cheek. The shame made her cheeks burn.

“I…he…I didn’t want –”

Smack!

Caelia’s eyes widened, her cheeks burning from the soft slap that she’d just received. Of all the things that she’d expected from a demon partner, she hadn’t expected that. Her jaw dropped as she stared up at the other woman’s long face.

“Why?”

“Breaking. Not right breaking. Stop.”

Hysteria. She’d been going hysterical, she realized, and the slap had stopped her from going any further down that particular road. Not a good thing, but at least there was a reason behind it rather than it coming from nothing. She shook her head, rubbing her cheek as she stared at the demon.

“You do what I say.”

“Why? Why do you have to –”

“I here. You here. You learn place.”

“But you’ll go back to hell in a few days. Why should I –”

“Weak girl get strong.”

Weak girl get strong.

Caelia could only stare in utter shock. Of all the things that she expected to hear, that was not one of them. She’d thought that the demon’s goal would be corruption, that Kaggotha just wanted to claim her soul, that the horse woman wanted to send her down to hell when this was all said and done with. She thought that it was just one more horrible thing that she’d have to deal with.

Instead, she claimed that this was to make her strong. Much as Caelia would argue against that, she couldn’t say that she was strong. Much as she would have liked to say that it wasn’t needed, her current position argued otherwise. She couldn’t fight off the demon, and couldn’t even fight off the orc. All she could do was lay there and let it happen, let herself be abused.

And love it, much as she hated to admit it. She’d cum hard, and more times than she had with the Muse. She didn’t know if the demon was cheating with her, forcing it to happen, or if her body just loved the hard use, but either way, it made it hard to keep that preference in her head at that moment.

“Do what I say,” Kaggotha said, pulling back and letting her drop her legs again. “Get up.”

She knew that the bond would force her to do it if she didn’t go along with it herself, so she took a deep breath and got up from the bed. She struggled to stand, her legs feeling funny after so many orgasms, but she managed it.

“What now?”

“Go to him.”

“Who?”

“Horse-cock.”

Glancing at the orcs, she saw that they had completely collapsed, though their cocks were still hard. Their balls looked utterly drained, almost like they were little more than loose skin hanging from under their cocks.

“What did you do to them?”

“Had fun. Now, you have fun.”

“But…but I already…”

“You have hunger.”

Kaggotha reached around her, pressing one large hand to the human’s belly. Her cheeks burned as she felt the fingers burn against the side of her stomach, though there was nothing there to hurt her. It was not even the fingers burning; it was something inside of her, some corruption that already burned in her depths that answered that touch. She hunched forward, her inner walls clenching down in both holes, making her feel so empty, so hungry, but no longer for mere food.

[i]Cock…cum…[/i]

The words burned in her mind, pushing her forward, the fire inside making her wet. Wetter than usual, for that matter, as she stumbled towards the orc with the horse dick. She could see how hard he was, still, even if his face was no longer green. He looked positively ashy, almost like he had been pushed right to the edge of being alive. She hesitated, looking down at his cock.

“I…I can’t…”

“You can.”

“Please…don’t…Don’t make me…”

“Sit.”

And just like that, she did, forced to straddle him, forced to pull his cock up between her ass cheeks. She gasped as she felt the wiry pubic hair against her crotch, the slime that Kaggotha had left behind smeared against her pussy, and against her ass from the soaked shaft. Her scaly toes curled at the naughty feeling, and she tried to shake her head. It didn’t move. When she tried to stand up, her legs and arms refused to move. Everything was against her now, from the world to her own body.

“Slide.”

She did, her hips moving on their own, moving to the base of the shaft and then sliding up along it. She moved from the base to the tip, over the flared head, and then down along the other side. The shaft slid under her, getting pinned in place, and she stared down at the mammoth length, hardly believing what she was seeing.

[i]I can’t…I can’t…[/i]

And yet, her body wanted her to. It wanted to be filled, to be fucked. The demon’s power surged through her, almost like there was a pride to it, a pride to that wanton need. Something in her, something that the Muse had tapped, was getting affected by it, too.

As she dripped along that fat horse cock, she remembered how she had felt when they left the Arcanamirium and had gone for that walk together. She remembered how she had felt when the Muse had helped her see what she saw, feel each other’s fantasies. Caelia had been consumed with fantasies of being helpless, of being forced into those exposed moments, of showing off without a choice. She had been weak, then, weak and wanting to be worthy of someone else, of being forced not to have a choice.

That part was still there, and that part was easy prey for the demon. She could feel herself sliding down, feeling her body giving in to the hungers that were being stirred in her. It wasn’t just the urge to be controlled, but the urge to be worthy. Kaggotha, very bluntly, had offered to make her worthy.

[i]Nnnngh…it’s not the same…[/i]

But her body didn’t seem to care. It slowly slid along that throbbing horse shaft, grinding her pussy from the base to the swollen medial ring and then back down again. Forward, back, forward, back, grinding and bumping herself against it, feeling her clit throbbing against that long, hard shaft. She groaned under her breath, arching her back and curling her toes with deepest pleasures.

“Mmmph…ah…ah…”

She even moaned despite trying to hold it back. The sheer size of it was bigger than anything, even the knot that she had taken only moments ago. The flare was the widest part, but even the shaft was something that could break her open. She whimpered, feeling the slight gape from the knot slowly fading, knowing it was going to get worse when –

“Lift.”

Somehow, she knew what that meant. She slowly pulled herself up, feeling the shaft throbbing beneath her, pulsing with excitement, even as the orc looked almost dead. He was out cold, completely unconscious, but was this taking more from him than he could spare? With her hand wrapped around the top of his cock, squeezing just enough to make that flare bigger, she didn’t know.

“Hold.”

Kaggotha’s instructions had her squatting again, no longer straddling. That fat horse cock was right under her, the flare throbbing, pulsing, swelling, expanding slightly. She could feel it like the top of a mushroom just over her fist, and she was dripping all over it, smearing the head with her juices.

[i]No…no…no…please…[/i]

“Down.”

And her legs pulled up. She took it up to the hilt right then and there, the slimy thing slammed right into her womb.

Pain hit her first, then pleasure right on its heels. The pleasure was magical, forced on her, but it didn’t matter; it was still strong enough to take over, to push the pain into the back of her skull. She sat there, her eyes wide, her mouth hanging open as she looked down at the sheer size of the bulge in her belly. It pushed forward with the head of the cock somewhere just past her belly button, and sliding deeper. Caelia rested her hand on it, even as the air felt like it was slowly getting squeezed out of her lungs as it went deeper.

“Ah…ah…ah…”

If that tapered-tip, thick-based dog cock had felt like it was going to fuck her brains out, the sheer size of this thing felt like it was already doing it. It felt like her brains were dribbling right out of her pussy, running down the shaft.

“Ah…”

“Take it.”

Kaggotha’s command made her start moving her hips again, rosing up. The sheer size meant that the lubricating fluids were barely enough to keep her from being turned inside-out, and she gasped every time that she felt the flare catching and pulling at her from inside. It was so big, almost like she had just had a fist punched into her.

It was completely overwhelming, the bond forcing her to rely on the demon’s control to keep breathing, let alone keep moving. Everything that her body did was down to what the demon forced her to do, and what the demon forced her to do was [i]ride[/i].

Up, down, up, down, that fat horse cock punching through any defense she tried to muster. She felt like a puddle, a bunch of goo that was stitched together in a flesh suit as she rode that thing. The sheer size, the bigness of it, the enormity of that shaft kept fucking with her head, and worse, it kept fucking with her body. Every slide down reminded her of just how far her body could stretch, just how much it could take, and more than that, just how much it fucking deserved.

“Ah…”

“Big cocks, best cocks.”

Kaggotha’s words were muttered with a tone of amusement, but she had to nod, agreeing with the demon before she even realized what she was doing. That blunt, hard voice hit her again as she slammed down, her ass almost hitting the remnants of those leathery balls with how fast she was moving now.

“Big cocks, best cocks.”

“Big cocks…best…cocks.”

“Bigger, better.”

“Bigger…better.”

“Small never good.”

“Small…never…good…”

“Need more.”

“Need…more…”

“Need more.”

“Need…more…”

“Need big cock?”

“Need…need big…cock…”

The demon pointed at the other orc, and Caelia groaned as she imagined what it would feel like to do what the demon had been doing, to have her mouth filled and to have her pussy filled at the same time. She didn’t have the magic to wake him, though, nor the power to float him over for her pleasure. All she could do was think about it, and for that, she was more than thankful.

Her pussy felt like it was being gaped with every thrust, and she swore that her pussy lips were getting more and more sensitive, more and more…focused, she supposed. She could feel every detail of the horse cock passing into her, knew when the medial ring would hit and how it would flutter her pussy open again, knew when the little veins near the head would tickle her inner walls. She could feel the whole thing, knew exactly when each stimulation was going to hit, and she groaned as she rolled her hips faster, faster.

Her pussy was definitely more sensitive than it had been, and the outer lips were…were heavier, she realized. Not loose and heavy like they were flapping around, but more like they were thicker, more filled. Her body was not her own, still, her mind still too overwhelmed with all the stimulation that it was getting hit by, but there was something in the back, something that noticed that she was different.

[i]What…what happened…to me…[/i]

Caelia didn’t know. All she knew was that she had to keep riding, that fat horse dick doing more and more to her. She started thinking about how good it was, how big it was, how she wished that she’d had the chance to try all this so long ago. The feeling of that fat prick inside of her, the way that it forced her open, the way that it made her think of just how big things could get, made her feel different. She felt more like a woman. She felt…

She felt strong, capable, like only a real woman could take something this big. An odd sense of pride started filling her, something that she’d never felt before. Her feet slipped a bit, but then she curled her toes, her claws catching the floor as she found her footing.

For the first time, she slammed down on her own, and the feeling was so different. It was all mental, yes, but it was [i]her[/i], not the demon, making her do it. She was the one that slammed down and took that massive cock. It was her that enjoyed the feeling of it spreading her wide open. It was her being able to handle something so huge.

And it was her that leaned forward and rested her hips on the green-skinned chest and started slamming her hips back faster and faster. An orgasm hit, and was ignored, her mind only on stretching herself out and conquering that big horse cock.

Through it all, Kaggotha watched with a smile.

#

The brothel eventually kicked them out, though not due to anything that Caelia or Kaggotha were doing. No, that was more down to what Sar’onnath was doing, draining life from the clients even further than the equine demon had done. They were kicked out before they could kill anyone, but the succubus was royally miffed about it.

“I swear, they just don’t have any standards anymore,” the demon said. “Seriously, if we’re paying for pleasure, then we get our pleasure.”

“Shut mouth,” Kaggotha asked.

To the surprise of both mortals, Sar’onnath did just what she was told. Roselle blinked, and so did Caelia. They exchanged a look. Obviously, there was a hierarchy there, and they’d just seen where their respective demons fell into it.

Roselle opened her mouth, only for Kaggotha to reach back and grab her by the ear, pulling her up on tiptoe. The barely-covered halfling yelped.

“You. Stop encouraging.”

“Hey, fuck off! She was the one that started it! I just watched!”

“Stink of lust. Watched and hoped.”

“You fucking – you weren’t there! You didn’t see!”

“Can tell. Can smell.”

The equine demon casually flung her arm out, but Roselle went flying. If it wasn’t for Sar’onnath chasing after her and interposing herself between the halfling and one of the nearby buildings, it would have been entirely possible that Roselle would have hit the wall and broken at least a few ribs. Kaggotha shook her head, snorting.

“Uppity foal.”

“Did you just…”

“Here to learn strength, learns nothing.”

“…”

“You learn, though.”

“I…” Caelia shook her head, one arm folded around her chest and the other down between her legs in a feeble attempt to cover the worst of her. “I did what you made me do. That’s all.”

“No. Did it yourself.”

“N-no…”

“At end, yes.”

She didn’t want to admit it, didn’t even want to think about it. Yet, at the same time, the memory was still there. She remembered how the orc male had felt between her legs, how his horse cock had been so easy to ride when she finally slid off. Even now, she could feel the gap down there, the way that her outer lips didn’t want to come together again. It was humiliating, to put it mildly, and, at the same time, a blushing reminder of how good at it she’d been.

It had been one thing with the Muse to take what she had been given and run with it, but that time, she had been in charge. There’d been nothing between her and what she wanted, and her body had rewarded her with one blast of pleasure after another. The difficulty, the effort, it was all worth it towards the end, and Kaggotha had only needed to push her that little bit.

[i]Am I that much of a slut?[/i]

The answer felt like ‘yes.’ She lowered her eyes, following in the hoofprints of the larger female as the other bonded pair followed in their shadow. Roselle, she was sure, was staring at her ass, and she could just imagine Sar’onnath was waiting for the chance to do something.

“Where are we going?” Caelia asked.

“Next brothel.”

“We just…wasn’t that enough?”

“No.”

Not even an answer as to why, just a flat no. That was the sort of demon she was dealing with. Kaggotha would push right through every little barrier in her way, just like the herd mare that Caelia had seen in her visions. The demon had learned the use of power, and she wasn’t going to stop using it, even when a lighter touch might be necessary.

Then again, she might have a point. Looking over her shoulder, she could see the way that Sar’onnath and Roselle were talking to each other in hushed whispers, and just knew that it was probably about the way that the demon was treating them. It wouldn’t surprise her if there was some sort of backstabbing plan going on, nor would she be surprised if they tried to pull her into it. It was that sort of situation, one where she had nothing in the way of allies, and everything in the way of enemies.

Against her better judgment, she crept a little bit closer to the big equine demon. If she was going to be damned either way, she might as well stay close to the one that was at least trying to make her stronger in the process. Not the sort of stronger that she wanted, but a hell of a lot better than being left alone.

#

In the cloudy realm of angels and Muses, one particular Muse sat on a makeshift bench made of stirred white and a hint of a storm cloud. Her bare soles passed through the cloud beneath her, kicking and stirring it up, the strands almost tickling the space between her toes as she glared at the scrying spell focused on the city of Absalom. Specifically, focused on a young woman that she had every interest in, and every reason to worry for.

Curses that were more inventive than the mortal mind could handle spun through her skull as she watched the blunt, base sex acts that her former lover was pushed through. She sneered, shaking her head at the demon’s methods. It was one thing to go for the biggest shafts, but one could still have some class while they were doing it. There was nothing wrong with pleasure – for that matter, she quite approved of having it – but this was just rushing it, trying to get it the way that the alcoholic swilled his wine, using it as a way to blast through everything else to get to the end result.

It was a cheap, sad state of affairs, made sadder by the loss that accompanied the whole situation.

She sighed, twirling a finger absently and creating a dreary raincloud over her head, a suitable companion for her mood. As rain that was at least half ethereal fell upon her, scarcely dampening her skin, she watched as the show went on. It was one depraved act after another, and despite the encouragement that her gift to Caelia had been maintained, the Muse still felt sorry for her lover.

[i]She is better than this, and deserves so much more…[/i]

Shaking her head, she closed the scrying circle. As she reclined on the bench, she could feel the blasé feeling that the realm encouraged settling in on her. She hated it. Utterly despised it, as a matter of fact. Mortals did not know how well they had it; sure, they [i]were[/i] mortals, she supposed, but they lived in a world that literally oozed with imagination, inspiration, creativity. Here, in the clouds, her people were forced to watch different worlds, to peer into dreams, to do anything and everything that they could to glean some bit of wonder from the other worlds to work their power.

Already, the cloudy world was smothering the ideas that she had had for Caelia, but she would not let it. She spun her cloth around her, forming a spiraling feature that pushed the clouds away from her, giving her space in the open air. Some of the other Muses that passed by offered her a cocked-head and confused expression, but none bothered to ask. They were too eager to hurry to sleep, to find their way to the dream worlds where they might find something or someone to inspire.

Truth be told, the temptation was there for her, as well. She could move on, but something pulled her back. Caelia had become an anchor for her, in the best sense of the word, and that had told her how much she didn’t have on her own.

[i]If you think that I will let you turn her, demon, then you have another thing coming…[/i]

After all, she could already see a few openings. The flimsy alliance between Sar’onnath and Kaggotha was already slipping, she could tell. They might have been of the same realm, but the same goals, they were not. And with the way Roselle had been flung away, there might be a gap there, as well.

Not to mention all the other mortals down in the lower world. She had options; she need only focus enough to use them.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Caelia is pushed to her limits at the brothel, and comes out on top. At least, in one way.

Tags: M/F, horse cock, orc, human, demon, humiliation, heat, corruption, halfling, D&D, series, magic, cum, orgasm, creampie, knot, flare, body control, mind control, messy,