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Author's Note: There's some guro in the opening scene, but none in the 'proper' sex scene if you need to skip ahead.

"Ahn~ Yaah~ Yahn~ Yeaahn~!"

A svelte blonde let out a shrill moan, her voice growing louder and more nasally as she writhed in a fit of ecstasy. Sweeping her left arm up her chest, she grasped at a breast, cupping herself and squeezing while her other hand ran up her cheek and through her hair, rustling through those golden locks and turning them into a messy tangle. Her face was the very image of euphoria, eyes softly shut, plush lips parted as she cried out with every thrust.

Ser Chareau could not believe his good fortune. Just earlier that day, he'd finally been granted the honour of knighthood, and already he was being treated to its perks. This luscious waif had spent the entire ceremony sending him doe eyes and flirty gestures; and no sooner had it ended and he'd been freed from the staid proceedings than she was practically throwing herself at him.

She was the very epitomy of demacian beauty, a picturesque woman of grace and elegance. With high, pronounced cheekbones, she had a look of stern authority to her, and yet her skin was as pale and delicate looking as porcelain and her long hair flowed like a field of golden wheat rustling in the breeze. She had hips that belonged to the most sensual and dedicated of mothers, but with toned abs like one who could pick up a sword and fight to defend their countrymen at a moment's notice; and that chest, that luscious, bountiful bosom that could feed an entire army.

To think, this gorgeous, flawless woman was straddling his lap and bouncing on his dick.

Chareau was completely head over heels in love. This woman could have any knight, any noble that she wanted. She could easily have married into the Crownguard family with a pedigree like she had, maybe even royalty itself, and yet here she was with him, a lowly peasant, newly-inducted into knighthood, barely more than a squire. Were all knights treated to such heavenly ladies? Or was this truly special? Something just for him? A chance meeting with divinity itself?

"Oh yes, right there, mnn~! Yeaahn~!"

Leaning back, the woman braced herself with her palms on the bed, her perfect child-bearing hips rising and falling in rapid succession. Every time she bounced, it made those heavenly melons jostle atop her chest, rolling up and down. So enticing, Chareau couldn't keep himself from reaching out to grab hold of them, his calloused fingers sinking deep into those pillowy mounds, so soft and full, like they were already ripe with milk. Yet still, somehow those pliant, jiggling breasts paled in comparison to her pussy. It was so warm and wet, the walls like the softest velvet. More than that, the flesh inside moved almost... unnaturally. Like a million slick, tiny digits moving independently inside of her, stroking and massaging every inch of his shaft as it moved within. It was unlike any other woman he'd ever been inside of. Weird, but pleasant. More than that, they'd barely begun and already he felt like he was about to burst.

"Come on baby, fill me up~ You know you want to, and I want it so baahhd~ Make me a mommy~"

The woman's desperate plea only drove Chareau to buck his hips in time with her thrusts, crashing into her even harder. He didn't have the broad musculature of a hero like Garen, or the unsurpassed skill of arms as the crown prince's retainer. He was hardly the fittest knight, kind of scrawny even, he barely made the cut for knighthood. He wasn't especially attractive, with a face that looked like it had seen a the losing end of a few too many tavern brawls, prematurely balding. Yet still, this unbelievable beauty had chosen him. He was utterly enthralled. Maybe he could really give it to her, what she wanted. If he planted a baby in her, well, they'd be stuck together or else this ravishing beauty would be forever shamed by a child out of wedlock. She was probably even nobility. It'd be tragic, truly. He'd never let that happen though, he'd take care of her, especially if he got to have sex like this as much as he wanted. He was at the absolute peak of happiness, of bliss.

And he couldn't even remember her name. What was it? Eva-something? Evaine? Evangeline? Evalyn? No matter, he'd have the rest of his life to learn it and whisper it in the throes of ecstasy.

"Hnrkk!" Chareau grimaced suddenly. On the verge of orgasm, their hips collided with such force that it hurt, that brief sting staving off his peak a second longer. Her pussy tightened around his shaft, gripping it like a vice.

"What's wrong baby? Don't tell me you're done already~" The woman's voice, nasally and shrill mere seconds ago, suddenly dropped a few octaves, becoming more husky, almost raspy. He gazed into her eyes, those brilliant golden pools, and saw something akin to hunger in them. No, not just hunger... it was more ravenous than that. The look of desperation that accompanied absolute starvation.

"No, I- Hngh!" Chareau rolled his hips, only for his woman to drive her own down atop them with twice the force. Those countless little bumps that were stroking and massaging his shaft were pressing even harder against it, going rigid. Her insides suddenly felt less soft and inviting and instead more... hard, unyielding.

"What a pity, I thought you'd last longer." With a sigh, the woman pushed herself forward, letting her heavy, swaying breasts bounce in front of his face, while her own loomed over him, a manic, toothy grin spilling drool onto his brow. Her hips were crashing into his with enough force to bruise his pelvis, her full, round ass smacking meatily against his thighs.

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"Madam, you're-you're getting a bit rough." Chareau winced, trying to force a smile through the increasing harshness of her movements. Her pussy was drooling just as hungrily as her mouth, slick, translucent nectar spilling down over his cock and balls, making their loins wet as their skin slapped together.

Shlikk Slrrch Schllp Shlukk

"Mnn, but I thought a big, brave man would like it rough~" The wet sounds of the woman's pussy suckling on his shaft were getting louder. Something inside of her shifted, and it was like there was a tongue writhing around his veiny meat, swirling around the head, curling as it traced every vein, stroking over his pole and bathing it in her liquid warmth.

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"Ah~! Mi-milady, I'm trying, b-but I'm gonna- I'm gonna-!" Whatever strange mastery this woman held over her cunt muscles was beyond him. It was like a mouth and pussy both, the velvety walls and snug grip of a women's folds but with the skilled tongue of a lifelong courtesan. How she was making her muscles do that, he couldn't understand, but it drove him over the edge. He could only assume that the strange... rigidity forming in some of those bumps was a side-result of some way she was flexing. Even as the most sensitive parts of his shaft were being treated to a wet massage, other parts of her insides were stiffening further. Not just hardening, it was starting to feel... sharp. It wasn't enough to stop his orgasm though. He screwed his eyes shut and let out a strained grunt, his balls pulling taut as his seed spilled forth.

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There was a sickening squelch, like someone squeezing a piece of overripe fruit between their fingers until it burst. Suddenly Chareau's lower body felt strangely... numb. He cracked one eye open, his gaze drawn southwards, only to see there was... an awful lot of red drenching his loins. He gasped, both eyes flying open in a panic, and catching sight of the beauty's face. Shadows had fallen over it, darkening her pale features, all save for her golden, glowing eyes. All three of them. An extra eye, vertically slanted had opened up right in the center of her forehead. Then another pair opened up to either side of it. Then another, and another.

All of them, giving him that same starving look.

"Oh baby, you have no idea how badly I've needed this." She spoke in a raspy, hissing voice. Her lips curled into a grin, one that went far, far too wide. She opened her maw and her cheeks split open, the skin connecting the top and bottom halves of her face stretching and thinning like frayed stitching, revealing row upon row of gnashing teeth, all of different size and shape, all sharpened to a razor's edge. They moved inside her maw, shifting back and forth like a stuttering saw-blade, curling before his eyes, hooking towards an empty void in the back of her throat. Atop her head, two nubs sprouted from her scalp, growing longer and sharper as they lengthened into horns.

Chareau stared in abject horror, sweat running down his brow in sheer dread. The monstrosity lifted itself with it's knees and slammed its hips back down on him again, and he screamed, a banshee's wail of mindbending agony. She did it again, even harder this time, and she sat upright as she did so he could see. Could see the way her pussy clamped around the blood-spattered remains of his cock like a bear trap. Three more eyes opened up along her belly, each one positioned unevenly across her stomach. They blinked, out of sync with one another, then narrowed as if in a grin, a grin formed by her toothy pussy sinking its razor-bladed fangs deeper into his shaft until it burst like a balloon in a shower of blood. One last time, her hips rose up, stretching flaps of shredded skin and pulling on blood vessels, crimson gore spraying from her demonic folds like a woman squirting from her orgasm. Then she slammed back down one more time.

KRAK

There was a crack like splintering wood, or bone, and Chareau howled as his pelvis shattered from the force of her hips. The monster started to grind, gyrating her hips and mashing them into his crotch, grinding the muscle and bone beneath into pulp and gravel with the sound of gnashing teeth.

Face growing paler than his lover's had ever been, Chareau twisted and flailed his arms in a blind panic, only for the demon to lean forward again and slam her palms into his shoulders, pinning them to the bed. Digging her fingers into them, her elegantly manicured nails extended, growing into his shoulders with another sickening crunch as they stabbed straight through the bone and into the mattress beneath him.

"Come on baby, scream for me, give me something to remember you by~" She cooed, and spoke in a thousand voices at once, each one screaming into the man's ears until blood trickled out of them. Tears streaming down his cheeks, he shrieked like a baby. Already his extremities felt cold from the blood draining out of his body. His vision was going hazy, starting to see double as her head split in two before his very eyes, only for a long sinewy tongue to roll out of both maws, one splatting against his left cheek and curling under his jaw, while the other slapped the other side of his face and dragged upwards, licking the tears and sweat from his cheek before the slimy muscle brushed through his hair like a lover's gentle carress.

"Yeaaahnn~ That's the good stuff~" She moaned, still grinding incessantly into his crotch, splattering more blood and gore everywhere. Hair billowing in a non-existant wind, two golden locks that draped down her back fluttered and rose up. Her hair twisted and writhed around itself, forming into a pair of lengthy pig-tails. Both of them twisting and knotting up, strands of hair spiralling around each other, the tips all coming together at the end and stiffening into a pair of golden spear tips. Those writhing tendrils of gold rustled and lifted higher, lifting up to loom over the man as he lay dying beneath his love. His last sight her countless golden eyes rolling up into the back of her skull in ecstasy before those spears plunged into him.

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KROANCH

Evelynn's teeth bit into the rigid, dense muscle of her prey's heart while clutching the severed organ in her hand like an apple. Blood spilled down her chin like juice, dripping onto her uncovered breasts, now shrunken to a more manageable, but still hand-filling, size. The crimson gore ran over her tongue and spilled down her throat, as life-sustaining as water.

And just as tasteless.

With a sigh, the demon turned her head and spat out a tough chunk of sinew while looking down at the crowd gathered around her latest handiwork. She was perched atop the eavestrough of the newly-knighted, newly-deceased's neighbour, letting one leg dangled over the edge while she casually munched on his heart. The rest of his remains she left behind, and now a horrified crowd had gathered like vultures to gawp at the spectacle. It wasn't every day someone slaughtered a knight of the demacian military and rent his body into pulp.

Evelynn usually preyed on less attention-grabbing meals afterall.

While a procession of somber faced knights and their mage-seeker investigators tried to calm the crowd and search for clues as to what happened in equal measure, Evelynn simply tossed the remnants of Chareau's heart into the rain gutter and stood up straight to stretch. For now, she had reverted to her 'default' appearance. The form she took the day she successfully seduced her first ever victim.

Back then, she hadn't yet understood what made humans tick, what grabbed them and stoked their fires. Her first few clumsy attempts to imitate something they might desire had only resulted in increasingly monstrous, warped mockeries of humanity. When she finally succeeded, she'd taken on a human shape she felt would be desirable; slender, with shapely hips and a plump, inviting ass; with a bust that was sizeable yet modest, enough to fill a hand but not overwhelm. Her face was softly rounded, with plush lips that begged to be kissed, or to be used as a pair of cockpillows, and eyes that burned with a passionate intensity. Still, despite her efforts to perfectly imitate humanity, the particulars were off. Shadows danced across her skin, constantly shifting and crawling over her regardless of the lighting. The skin itself was an unnaturally pale, slightly blue-ish hue. A shock of white hair curled around her scalp and spiked upwards, like the flickering flame of a candle, with pink accents that glowed with the illumination of one. Her fingers and nails didn't have proper separation, and were just a bit too long, a bit too sharp. Her eyes glowed with a hunger she never did get the hang of hiding. And of course there were the two shadowy tendrils, her lashers, that sprouted from her spine just below the base of her neck and moved with the grace and dexterity of an extra set of arms and ended in razor blades.

Frankly, even this first success was an embarassingly amateurish attempt at mimicking humanity, and she was fortunate the only reason it had worked was because her target happened to have a fetish specifically for the inhuman. Still, she couldn't deny the sense of nostalgic appeal the form had, and so it was the one she took whenever she wasn't on the hunt, when she wasn't taking on a specific appearance tailor-suited to her prey's desires.

Sadly, her most recent prey was hardly worth the effort. She had hoped that the pain of a proud demacian knight would be more delicious, that the agony of someone who had the strength to fight back may have had a sweeter tang to it. Alas, his suffering was no greater than that of any of the other peasants she'd feasted on in recent days. Once, there was a time when that might have been enough for her, but she'd grown weary of the same meal day after day. Her palate was evolving, and the same taste no longer satisfied as once it might have. She needed something new, something different.

Having lingered long enough around her last meal, Evelynn let her demonic horns grow free and the shadows wash over her completely, and as they did she completely vanished from view. Even if someone thought to look upon the roof now, they wouldn't see anything. Becoming one with the shadows, only one the magical gift of true sight could spot her. Someone like the mage-seekers investigating the slaughter. While she could kill them if she needed to, she'd learned long ago it was better simply to avoid them. And so she slinked off across the rooftops, creeping silently across shingles and hopping from home to home.

She had no particular destination in mind as she made her way through the city-state of Demacia. Leaping across gaps between roofs with ease, occasionally leaping onto a wall and sinking her claws into it, using her sharpened talons and lashers both like pinions to scale even the starkest and smoothest of stones. The little cracks and grooves her bladed nails left behind were the only evidence of her passing, and so high up, they were like to go unnoticed.

She was still hungry. Even though she'd only just ate, she was still hungry. She was always hungry. It was their pain that sustained her, the agony of all those delicious little morsels she preyed upon, but it was always gone too soon. Too soon. Without their pain to feed on, her world felt as though it was a bleak, monotone void, bereft of colour, of emotion, of sensation, so dull that she might slip into a coma at any moment. But when they screamed in pain, when they writhed in unendurable agony, then the world felt bright and colourful, it became awash in life and sensation, and pleasure. Pleasure the likes of which Evelynn could no longer stand to live without.

Alas, there was simply never enough. Never enough pain. It had been easy at the start, to simply butcher men like cattle and drink in their suffering. But before long these simple pains, these simple pleasures, weren't enough for her anymore. They were akin to a greasy meal from a sleazy tavern. Low-quality ingredients poorly prepared. With time she had come to understand the value of more... gourmet meals. She'd learned that a man's pain was more fulfilling, more delicious, when it was properly seasoned, with higher quality ingredients and more time to cook. The greater the distance a man fell to reach the greatest depths of anguish, the more delectable his suffering was. And so it wasn't enough to just murder some random passerby, or to easily pick off some poor homeless sod or a dead eyed prostitute, no. She needed victims who had joy in their lives, who knew happiness. From there, it was a matter of raising them up even higher, uplifting them to the very peak of ecstasy, only to let them plunge from the highest plateau of bliss down into the deepest pit of mind-rending agony. That was the pain that Evelynn wanted to feed on.

Or rather, it was the type she wanted to feed on.

Of late, no matter how joyous a meal Evelynn found, no matter how gruesome she made their end, it just wasn't enough to satisfy anymore. Like an addict who'd grown too adjusted to their drug of choice, the highs just weren't as high as they used to be. It didn't help that all her victims simply died too soon. Humans were such frail creatures, and their lives blinked out of existence no sooner than she started to enjoy herself. She needed something stronger. Her hope had been that maybe the solution was to simply find some_one_ stronger, and so of late she'd begun picking off knights and mage-seekers, but it made no difference. That wasn't the answer. She needed something else...

With a sigh, Evelynn's aimless parkour came to a sluggish stop. Spinning around, she pressed her back up against the nearest wall and slid down the face of it until she was seated. Surely there had to be someone, something that could satisfy her...

For the first time all night, the demon paused to take in her surroundings and see where she'd found herself. Like so much of Demacia, she stood upon the roof of a building that was so flawless in its brickwork that it looked like it had been carved out with the precision of a laser cutter. Unlike many of the simpler and more mundane houses throughout the city though, this one was rather ornate, and large. Gargoyles made of petricite loomed over the ramparts, the bust of a demacian knight was ingrained into the stonework overlooking the large set of double doors that served as the main entryway, and just the stairs and walkway leading up to the entrance were flanked by more statues of heroic knights with weapons raised in dignified salute. The place was also enormous. A mansion that looked like it was second only to the royal family's own palace. It was large enough for them to have their own private courtyard, flanked on all sides by high walls that kept out any who'd so much as try and take a peek within the private gardens.

Any except Evelynn of course.

Already atop the roof, it was just a casual stroll across the ramparts of the high walls to take a peek within, and there the demon saw something that made her wretched heart flutter.

There, alone in the courtyard, was a young girl. Well, young by Evelynn's ageless standards at least. She had to be in her early twenties at the very latest, but her face still had the youthful countenance of someone even younger than that, with flawless skin like one would expect from nobility. Shoulder length hair like golden silk danced around her as she moved about the courtyard, performing some minor acrobatics and twirling a baton. The girl wore a full spandex body suit as she did her private little athletics performance, with a silver plated skirt and a thin breastplate that only offered light protection but more importantly did little to hinder her agile movements as she sprinted and leapt around.

There was a bench meant for quietly sitting and contemplating the garden sculptures which the girl was currently using as a makeshift pommel horse, demonstrating some impressive flexibility as she splayed her legs out at ninety degree angles while lifting her body up, her hands clutching the frame of the bench like a handle. Dropping back down onto her feet, she then hopped atop a stone curb that marked the edge of a walkway and started using it as a balance beam.

Evelynn watched, transfixed to this girl. The demon outstretched a hand, fingers trembling as she reached towards the young woman far below. There was something... about her that spoke to the demon. The girl had a bubbly smile on her face as she hopped around the yard, the joyous look of a privileged noble girl who'd never known hardship in her life. And yet, Evelynn sensed an edge. Just the slightest hint of darkness from within this golden haired bundle of innocence, something hidden beneath her chipper exterior that spoke of an understanding of pain.

Evelynn crept closer to the edge of the wall, leaning over it to examine her more closely, trying to figure out just what was hiding inside this girl.

The woman slowed to a halt with little warning. Doubling over, she planted her palms on her knees, and even from a distance Evelynn could see she was heaving, sweat dripping off her face. Winded. Such an easy target she'd have been in that moment, but it was too soon, far too soon to harvest this potential fruit. So the demon watched.

She watched as the woman stood up straight, having taken a minute to catch her breath. Watched as she seemingly came to the conclusion that she'd just undergone enough of a warmup. She watched as the girl held her baton in front of her and let it go.

Yet the baton did not fall, instead it began spinning in the air. Its tip began to sparkle and glow, giving off a faint illumination at first, but then the light grew brighter. The girl spread her arms to her side, closed her eyes and lost herself in concentration. Her baton started twirling faster, the light growing brighter, and then the girl snapped her eyes open, thrust her palms forward, and fired a beam of pure incandescent light straight ahead of her. Light so bright, so pure, so concentrated, that it blew a hole straight through a well manicured hedge sculpture of some unknown nobleman. Something that the girl seemingly didn't expect as she sheepishly held a hand to her mouth to stifle a gasp.

And suddenly it all made sense to Evelynn. This girl of clearly noble birth and upbringing was a mage. In a city that hated magic so much that they maintained a special taskforce of mage-seekers for the sole purpose of hunting down and imprisoning anyone with even the slightest hint of magical ability, here was a privileged noblewoman openly flaunting and practicing her magical ability within the safe confines of her private estate. That darkness Evelynn had sensed, that sting, it was the pain of having to hide one's true self from the world, and the guilt of knowing the only reason she even could was due to the influence of her family. This was a girl who presented a bright, cheerful front, but still knew the experience of pain. Knew the experience, but rejected it.

This girl was full of hope.

In that instant, Evelynn knew what she was hunting for. She finally understood what new sense of pain she was craving.

She would take this girl's hope, and she would break it.

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For the next five days Evelynn spent her time stalking her hopeful next meal. Normally she'd have only spared a few hours at most to follow a target and learn their preferences before moving in for the kill, but she wanted to take her time with this one. Starving herself in the meantime, her anticipation only grew in the absence of a meal. Several times she considered moving early, only to hold herself back. She wanted the moment to be perfect so she could truly savour every second of the girl's suffering. The waiting would only make her pain taste that much sweeter, she was certain.

In the course of her reconnaissance, she made sure to learn as much of import as she could about her target. The girl's name was Luxanna Crownguard, the second child of what Evelynn had correctly surmised to be one of Demacia's most prestigious families, with a long history of noble and loyal servitude to the king; and just as Evelynn had determined from that first evening, the girl was indeed a mage. She hid it well enough, refusing even the slightest indulgence of her natural arcane talents during the daytime to protect her shameful little secret, but at night, when she thought she was alone, she would practice her magecraft in the family's courtyard. It was always an impressively dazzling lightshow, one that went unnoticed only thanks to how high the rampart walls were.

Her own family didn't seem aware of Lux's gifts, a detail Evelynn found to just be delightful. No wonder she sensed a hint of guilt and shame buried deep within her soul, when she kept such an important facet of her life hidden from those closest to her. Even her brother Garen, the one with whom she seemed to share the strongest bond, appeared oblivious to her true nature.

Committing each of these details to memory, Evelynn also watched for other more... discrete variances in the girl's behaviour. She watched for what manner of man or woman would catch her gaze, the girl's sparkling blue eyes lingering for just a moment longer than what would be considered socially acceptable for one of her standing. The type of person who made her heart skip a beat.

Finally, once Evelynn was certain she knew everything she needed to prey upon the girl's deepest desires, the demon made her move. First she waited until nightfall, impatiently gnawing on her bottom lip with growing hunger. Then, she needed only to bide her time until Luxanna appeared in the courtyard to practice her magic. And so she waited.

And she waited.

And she waited.

Dark clouds looming over the stars, the distant rumble of thunder jarred Evelynn into impatience. Where the hell was she? The demon skulked about in the shadows, peering about, but there was no sign of her prey. An hour passed beyond the usual point she'd have made her appearance, then two. She could smell rain coming soon.

Evelynn felt like she was on the verge of caving in and just creeping through the Crownguard's estate on a murder spree when at last Luxanna appeared, and to the demon's dismay she was not alone as she would normally be. She burst into the courtyard through its main gate with her elder brother in toe, and Evelynn hissed.

Garen was a hulking brute of a man. Tall and freakishly broad shouldered, with short cropped brown hair and a rugged face. In the near-week that Evelynn had been spying on the noble family, never once had she seen the man not decked in full plate armour and hauling around an enormous greatsword atop his back. Ironically, he actually looked resilient enough of a man to maybe last longer than a few minutes with her, but unfortunately it also made him dangerous. Perhaps after she finished with his sister, the demon could reap that overly muscled field as well, but not both of them together. It'd be too risky.

Peering at the two Crownguards from within the bushes, the demon watched them closely. Judging by the irate looks on their faces, they seemed to be in the midst of an argument, but from the distance she was at, she could hardly make out what it was about. And so, sticking to the shadows, Evelynn crept closer.

"...sonable, we only have your best interests..."

"...Garen... not a frail little girl..."

"Lux, these wretches speak of rebellion against the crown! If they make good on their threats, Demacia won't be safe any longer. This is for your own protection."

"And if that happens, then my place is here by your side, helping everybody out. I don't need protection Garen, I can fight too!"

"You're not a soldier Lux, there's only so much that you can do. Fossbarrow will be safer for you, trust me."

"Why can't you trust me, Garen? I'm not as defenseless as you think, let me stay and help!"

Evelynn cursed. That's why Lux was so late to arrive. There had been whispers in recent months of a mage rebellion, of all the magic users Demacia had for so long oppressed unifying in resistance to their shameful treatment. Frankly, until they were shedding blood in the streets, Evelynn didn't really care one way or another. It seemed the elder Crownguard, on the other hand, was very concerned. Enough to want to send his sister away. All the more reason Evelynn needed to feast on her sooner rather than later.

"This isn't just my decision Lux, Tianna agrees." Garen spoke gruffly, his countenance stern and unyielding.

"But this isn't fair!" Lux, by contrast, was red faced and clearly emotional.

Her pleas fell on deaf ears however, as Garen simply held up a hand and turned away. "The decision is final. Tomorrow, preparations will be made for your departure." He started to walk away, then hesitated. "You'll see, this is for the best. Mages are dangerous. Liars and wretches who would sell the souls of everyone we hold dear for power. Monsters wearing the skin of men... You'll be better off this way." Then he left, through the heavy double doors that led inside their family estate, leaving Lux alone in the courtyard.

Lux screamed with irritation, putting her head in her hands and pulling at those beautiful golden locks, before slumping into the nearby sitting bench. The urge to rush her that very instant was powerful, but Evelynn waited. It was too soon still... but she was just so fucking hungry.

The two of them both waited, Lux sitting silently, Evelynn crouched in the shadows. Five minutes passed, ten, fifteen, twenty. Finally, once the Crownguard girl was confident her brother wasn't going to suddenly double back out to continue the conversation, Lux vented her frustration in a sudden concentrated burst of magic. Aiming it directly upwards, a beam of incandescent light soared skywards, bursting into a flash of light and sparks, and an explosive boom that masked itself as a lightning strike from the storm clouds above. Lux sunk into her seat, staring up at the false stars, the twinkling lights of her own creation, with a dejected look on her face.

A broad smile that bared entirely too many teeth stretched across Evelynn's shadowed face. Time to make her move. Her eyes narrowed and her laughter rang out, a giddy, girlish giggle for Lux's ears alone.

Immediately jarred from her depression, Lux sat upright, eyes darting about, panic setting into her voice. "Wh-who's there?" Before her eyes, the world seemed to become suddenly hazy. Sparkles drifting down from her explosion of light seemed to turned pink in the starlight, and the entire garden soon took on that same hue.

As she emerged from the shadows, Evelynn put everything she'd learned of Lux's preferences into action. Her bountiful curves withered until she looked lean and scrawny, her breasts shrinking and flattening out until there was barely anything there at all. She swept her hands back along her scalp and her hair lengthened in its wake, merging with her lashers as it spilled down her back and split apart, those tendrils and her hair twisting and entwining into a pair of braided pigtails that spilled down nearly to her ankles. She emerged from the darkened shadows, the darkness melting away from her body and leaving her deathly pallid, with red eyes and vibrant blue hair. In this guise, she'd probably have fit right in with the wild and rebellious punks of Zaun, certainly far more so than the staid, utilitarian styles of Demacia. A lanky vision of hedonistic freedom.

She was everything Lux desired, in another and for herself.

"Hey there Sparkles, wanna play~?" As she stepped out of the dark, Evelynn took one of her lengthy pigtails in hand and started twirling it like a rope, flashing the sheltered Demacian a manic smile, along with so much more. That lithe body of her's was on full display, completely nude, her right side inked with tattoos of blue smoke and pink bullets. A chaotic pixie girl come to sweep Lux up and take her away from this rigid, stifling life of her's once and for all.

Luxanna just stared, dumbfounded. "Who- What-" She stammered, unable to form the words. How did this person get into her garden? Had they just seen her outburst of magic? Who the hell was she? All incredibly important questions, all of which were quickly being pushed aside in her mind, vanishing within that eerily pink-violet fog that was clouding her vision at the edges.

She felt warm suddenly, her cheeks starting to redden. It wasn't just her face that was flush with heat though. There was a sudden longing in her chest, and an ache in her pussy. Knees knocking, she quickly clasped her thighs together, as if the raging inferno that seemed to arise in her loins out of nowhere might set her skirt aflame and expose that needy cunt of hers. All she'd done was watch this woman step out of the bushes and suddenly she felt so- so wet. Her body was screaming at her to strip down and embrace this random naked intruder, to wrap a leg around those bony hips of hers and grind on her, to feel their lips embrace, to squash her own full bust against those itty bitty titties.

This-this was a dream, right? She must have fallen asleep on the bench, and now this was all just a stress induced flight of fancy. There was no other explanation for something so... so... bizarre. Right?

Eyeing the pinkish glaze overtaking Lux's pupils, Evelynn bound forward. It was just a cheerful hop, skip, and jump to close the distance between her and the blonde, her lashers wavering in the air behind her like hair billowing in an unnatural breeze. Her demonic charms never failed. Once she'd seeded the desire into her prey's mind, it was just a matter of waiting for their longing to overtake their other senses. After that, all it would take was a single touch to welcome them into her sensual embrace, and their doom.

Lux stood a wary step back, but that rosy haze was still spreading over her eyes, a colourful glisten just barely visible even over the whites of her eyes. "This isn't right, you shouldn't be here, nobody should be here..." She murmured, her voice wavering.

Just a few more seconds. Evelynn was drooling. She was so hungry... She'd waited so long for this moment, starved herself in anticipation. Leaning so far forward she was nearly doubled over, her head twisting, cocking to the side and looking up at Lux with those ravenous eyes and a grin that was far too eager. She reached her hand out, outstretched fingers coming to rest on Lux's shoulder.

Too soon.

In an instant, the colourful haze that had nearly overtaken Lux's eyes vanished. Evelynn's own eyes widened, those red pools reverting to their normal golden glow. The rosy fog of lust and desire that had clouded the light mage's mind dissipated even faster than it had fallen over her, and now she stared at Evelynn not with trepidation and desire, but anger and disgust.

Fuck!

The demon had let her hunger get the better of her. She moved too soon, she'd touched the demacian before her charm could finish taking hold, and the spell was broken the moment she did.

Before Lux's eyes, the creature's appearance seemed to... warp. It still held the guise of a lanky zaunite punk, but other details suddenly seemed... wrong somehow. Her tattoos seemed to shift along her skin, the ink wavering and never staying put. The hair at the end of those lengthy braids was far too rigid, curled into downright sharp looking edges. And those eyes, those ravenous, inhuman eyes that gazed up at Lux like they would consume her very soul.

"Tch, monster!" Lux's brilliant blue eyes narrowed and she took a step back, violently ripping free of Evelynn's grasp. Channeling her magic through her baton, she quickly flung it at the demon, the rod glowing like a beacon as it was sent twirling through the air towards her.

Evelynn hissed and twisted her torso, letting the baton sail past her before lunging forward. Brightly painted blue nails melted into her fingertips and extended into claws as she took a swipe at Lux. She would have the girl's pain, one way or another, she would have it. Or so she thought to herself, only for her claws to recoil off a prismatic barrier just an inch shy of carving into Lux's chest, an irridescent shield made of solid light protecting the girl from Evelynn's razor-tipped touch.

"You won't take me so easily, I've dealt with your kind before, demon!" Jerking her hand back, the illumination enveloping her baton responded to the pull, stopping it mid-flight only to send it racing back through the air towards her.

Twisting her head in time to see the wand spinning towards her, Evelynn leapt to the side, landing on all fours like a feral beast. Teeth elongating into fangs, her pallid skin sloughed off of her like wax as she took on her demonic, shadowy guise once more, horns sprouting from her skull while those pigtails reverted back to her blade-tipped tentacles. Damnit, damnit damnit damnit! She cursed as Lux caught her wand like a boomerang, leaving the demon out of range and without the element of surprise. She cursed herself and her hunger, but still she bared those monstrous teeth, determined not to let this ordeal be a waste.

With a swing of her baton, Lux hurled a sphere magical energy at Evelynn. The very air around it seemed to twist and distort, the light around the ball refracting strangely and twisting in on itself, like a black hole that radiated light instead of consuming it. Quick to evade, the demon leapt aside again, just in time as the mage's orb exploded behind her in brilliant nova. Raising an arm to shield her vision from the blinding burst, Evelynn nearly missed the second lucent singularity coming her way, sprinting to get out of the radius of its incandescent blast. Her feet kicked up dirt and grass as she ran, arms reared back, claws bared and ready to lash out if she could just get within range. Something which Lux did not allow as she kept hurling a volley of magical spheres, each one a distortion of light that released it all on impact, a devastating burst that lit the sky above in a kaleidoscope of colours.

Springing backwards from another prismatic explosion directly in front of her face, Evelynn thrust one of her lashers forwards, casting a long shadow beneath it on the ground. The blade on the end of that tendril limb detached, launched straight towards Lux. Again her attack merely struck the magical barrier the mage had conjured, the prismatic shield flickering, cracks forming along its surface.

For a moment, a look of concern crossed Lux's face, but her shield still held and the demon withdrew her tentacle, leaving the crownguard girl to grin triumphantly... not noticing that the tendril's shadow remained along the ground, forming a bridge between Evelynn and her prey. While Lux gathered energy for another barrage of magical orbs, Evelynn curled her fingers and flicked her hand upward. Spikes erupted from the earth, a trail of them racing across the length of that tether of shadow straight towards the mage. In a panic, Lux tried to back away from them, but that shadow tied the two together and the trail of demonic nails just followed along it, their path curving until they reached their target. Their tips struck the underside of Lux's barrier like spears, piercing it with the sound of shattering glass, slicing across the girl's shins as they suddenly were thrusting upwards all around her at uneven angles. Still, her barrier absorbed enough of the thrust that she could withstand the pain, and finally hurled another sphere of explosive incandescence at the demon.

With an irritated cluck of her tongue, the demon hurled herself into one of the bushes, hoping to disappear from view. She went still, save for a flick of her lasher as it lengthened and regrew its sharpened edge, not even so much as rustling the foliage. If she could melt into the shadows, she could sneak around and take Lux from behind with ease, she just needed to get out of sight first.

Unfortunately for the demon, blending into the darkness against a foe who could manipulate light itself was a challenging feat. Even as Evelynn took a deep breath to calm herself and try to blend in with the shadows, another magical orb was already coming her way. This time it sailed straight past the starving fiend, coming to rest hovering a few inches off the ground behind her before bursting, dispelling the shadows and igniting the carefully manicured brush in shimmering white flames. Evelynn screeched as the explosion propelled her forward, tumbling over a paved pathway and landing sprawled a short ways in front of Luxanna's feet. Hissing with fury, her shadowed form gazed up at her would-be prey, seeing the righteous murder in Lux's illuminated blue eyes.

Suddenly both combatants were jarred by the slamming of doors so hard they nearly broke off their hinges.

"What is the meaning of this!?" Garen bellowed as he burst back into the courtyard, greatsword drawn and ready.

Evelynn cursed. That colossal oaf must've heard the commotion. Of course he did, how could he not when the two of them were throwing a private fireworks celebration? There could only be so many thunderous booms before they could no longer be passed off as distant lightning strikes. And yet...

Evelynn's golden eyes turned to Lux, who stood frozen with her gaze locked onto Garen, her triumphant opportunity swiftly passing her by, and once more a monstrous grin stretched across her face. Ah, what will you do now? She wondered to herself. Will you expose your secret, now of all times? So soon after your brother's tirade against mages? Evelynn did not intend to even give Luxanna a choice in the matter.

Stabbing her lashers into the ground, Evelynn coiled them like springs and then pushed, launching herself back to her feet and straight into max speed. She darted towards Lux, only to make an abrupt turn towards her brother. She ran straight at him, dragging her arms low, claws extended, sweeping them upwards towards him. For his part, the demacian knight was caught completely by surprise by the shadowy demon suddenly rushing him out of nowhere. He brought his sword up into a defensive pose, but too slowly.

"Garen!" Lux cried out in desperation and twirled her baton, hurling another ball of light. This one was markedly different, sparkles trailing in its wake as it raced in a straight line towards the two.

Evelynn smirked. It was a shame she'd studied the girl long enough to know she didn't have the skill to curve her shots. As swiftly as she'd darted towards Garen, she changed direction, her lashers stabbing to her right and hooking onto that same bench Lux had been sitting on earlier. Gripping it tight, she retracted those sharpened tentacles, dragging herself towards it and out of harm's way... leaving Garen to take the brunt of his sister's magic himself.

If a demon launching itself at him out of the gloom had been enough to take him by surprise, there was no way he could have anticipated his sister, his perfectly normal, sweet, innocent, non-mage of a sister hurling a magical projectile his way. It struck him dead on, the light binding him in place at the moment of impact, a barrier of impassable prismatic light encircling him on all sides and trapping him where he stood.

"Lux? I don't understand... What is happening!?" He boomed, straining against the light, the barrier so tightly compressed around his broad shoulderpads that he could barely move an inch. With no space to swing his massive greatsword, he dropped it to the ground, but even without its awkward size interfering with his movements, he didn't even have enough wiggle room to raise his arms. All he could do was strain his arms against his prison and clumsily strike it with his fists at waist height.

"Garen! No, I-" Lux stared in abject horror at her brother as the weight of her mistake hit her like a sledgehammer. Clasping one hand over her mouth, her knees felt weak, and she had to fight just to stay standing, but fight she did. The demon was still there. She could only hope to explain herself to her brother after she slew it... somehow.

Nimble as it was, with her brother now immobilized and defenseless, Lux realized she had to end this quickly. Releasing her grip on her baton, the wand began to hover in place before her, spinning of its own volition and rapidly gaining speed. Stretching her arms out to her sides, the Crownguard girl gathered all of her magical power together, focusing it through the twirling rod like a prism.

Finally, Evelynn thought to herself, it was over. She paused as she used the bench like a springboard. Unfurling her tendrils from its frame, she planted her feet atop it, and kicked off just as Lux fired that devastating final spark her way, the beam missing the demon so narrowly that it singed the back of her heels. Landing on both her feet and the tips of her lashers, she pushed with all four in unison, launching herself towards Lux faster than she could recover from such a strenuous expenditure of her magic. In the blink of an eye, Evelynn flew past the golden-haired girl, swinging one of her lashers around and dragging it across the stone like an anchor, slowing her as she skidded through the grass and over stone. The tentacle carved a groove through the pathway as it guided her, sliding around to Lux's backside.

"Wha-?" Lux felt as if she was moving in slow motion compared to Evelynn. Turning her head, she didn't even have time to finish her cry before the demon was behind her. Her arms still stretched to the sides, the demon's quickly came up underneath them, hooking them in a full nelson and locking them in place. Lux struggled against her hold, awkwardly bending her arms to try and grasp her still spinning baton, but Evelynn's hold kept her from being able to reach. The rotating staff continued to spin for a few more seconds, losing speed until finally it went still and dropped to the ground. "Let go of me you monster!" She screamed, struggling in earnest against Evelynn's hold.

"Ooooh no." Evelynn sneered, tilting her head so she could meet the gaze of Lux's twisted head. "Now I've finally got you right where I want you. Time to get a bit more... comfortable." The demon cackled, and as she did, her form changed again. The shadows melted away, leaving behind a pale, blue-skinned woman with white hair, accented with pink that rose from her scalp like a flame. Her breasts swelled, squishing into Lux's back as they did, while her hips widened. Once more, Evelynn took on the semi-human shape with which she was most accustomed.

"Unhand her, you fiend!" Garen boomed, slamming himself up against the barrier once more, but the light simply pulsed back against his brawn and did not give an inch.

"Oh, but we haven't had our fun yet." Evelynn said with a pout and a childish lilt to her voice. With Lux still squirming in her grasp, the demon brought her tendrils up and slithered them overtop of the girl's shoulders. Creeping along her form like snakes, they slipped into her collar and down along her chest. Visibly shifting beneath the demacian's spandex, they writhed against her bare skin, making Lux cringe and kick her feet to no avail. Those tentacles moved with purpose, the bladed tips gently grazing the girl's delicate skin without leaving a scratch while the sinewy lengths each made a loop around one of Luxanna's breasts, giving both a firm squeeze while the tips snaked their way around to her back.

There was a sudden snap , and Lux's breastplate came loose, the tentacles having found and severed the clasp at the back that held it in place. The metal plate fell forwards, having only covered her chest, and hit the ground with a klang , exposing the tight-fitting bodysuit underneath, the fabric clinging so snug to her body that it provided a clear view of the writhing tendrils that coursed beneath it, molesting the perky girl's chest, squeezing those mounds so tightly that compressed flesh and fat made them look more swollen than normal.

"Let... Me... Go!" Lux demanded, twisting her torso, trying to break Evelynn's hold or get enough leverage to take a swing with one of her arms.

"Hmhmhmm, just relax girl, I'll pluck your petals soon enough, but I want to savour this moment~" Evelynn sighed, merely tightening her grip, spreading her forearms to the side to better restrict the movement of Lux's own limbs. Tilting her head, the demon's tongue slithered out, that slick muscle rolling half a foot down her chin, only for her to lean in to Lux and drag the tip of it from her collarbone up the side of her neck and across her cheek, leaving a trail of glistening spit in her wake.

The loud sound of fabric tearing followed, the tips of Evelynn's lashers folding, the sharped edges hooking into spandex as they tore through it with ease, slicing in an arc from the back to the front, leaving the top half of the outfit to fall around her waist like a half-peeled banana. Those soft, full breasts of her's now exposed to the chilly night air, the demon made a pronounced show of coiling her tendrils tighter around those perky mounds, squeezing them harder until they reddened, the cool air stiffening Lux's pink little nipples. The blonde tilted her head and gasped, staring down in abject horror as Evelynn brought the sharp ends of her tentacles around to those hardened pebbles, giving each a gentle flick, a scratch that didn't quite draw blood but made the girl shudder all the same.

"You won't get away with this, monster!" Again Garen cursed, going so far as to futilely slam his own forehead into the barrier.

Evelynn just laughed. "What's wrong, big boy? I would've thought you'd be happy, seeing a wicked, lying mage get her just desserts." The demon grinned wickedly and rolled her hips, grinding her pelvis into Lux's skirt-clad ass. "Or are you merely a hypocrite? Rules for thee but not for me, hmm? Do your laws against mages only apply when they don't conflict with your own family?"

"My sister... is not a mage." Garen's voice grew less steady, and he turned his head away, averting his gaze. Lux too, turned her head away, the siblings refusing to even look upon one another.

"Hmm, is that so? And you think I'm the one who imprisoned you within that cage then? Perhaps I'll just have to show you what a filthy, lying whore your sister actually is." Evelynn cackled, another buck of her hips pancaking Lux's rear end against her loins. She breathed in, and she inhaled the burning shame both Crownguards were feeling, a delightful sting to both of their psyches that sent a delightful shiver down Evelynn's spine. This was a start, but she needed so much more if she was to be satisfied.

Raking her tongue across Lux's cheek once more, Evelynn delighted in the way the girl cringed and tried to lean away from her. Her lashers tightened , binding those soft chest pillows like ropes, lifting them from underneath and raising them up even higher. Lux gasped, crying out in discomfort, and the shame burning within the two siblings only intensified, faces reddening in unison, yet still they refused to look upon one another. That would never do. Evelynn wanted her brother to watch.

Shimmying her feet in between Lux's, Evelynn gradually widened her stance, forcing the Crownguard girl to do the same. While the mage continued to squirm, the demon unfurled her tendrils from those tortured breasts at last, letting them bounce back to their original shape. Having squeezed those mounds so tightly, her lashers left bruised imprints indenting the flesh. Those serpentine appendages roamed downwards, trailing across Lux's skin, following the contours of her body as they slithered overtop of her taut belly, until the sharp ends managed to slide underneath the hem of her skirt.

"Oh god, no, please..." Lux whimpered, but to no avail. There was a sharp snap, Evelynn's lashers pulling taut, hooking into her plated skirt and prying it apart, making it crumple as if it was aluminum. Those tendrils slackened, and there was a metallic klatter as the armour hit the ground.

"You know, all you had to do was play along, and I could have made this so much more enjoyable for you. Oh well, guess I'll be the only one having fun now." Evelynn grinned, a sultry, half-lidded smile, and leaned in to rest her chin atop Lux's shoulder, her breasts squashing up against her spine. Her hips continued to rock, grinding with more fervour against Lux's backside, the demon's wider hips easily flattening the demacian's smaller rear.

Rather than dive those squirming tendrils down the the mage's pants, Evelynn instead lifted them up higher. Like gentle fingertips, they trailed up Lux's sides, carressing her delicate skin. Pursing her lips, the demon planted soft kisses along the nape of her victim's neck, the unwanted affection making the girl recoil, while those lashers crawled ever higher. Gliding along Lux's raised armpits, they started to coil around her shoulders, only to then slide along the length of her arms, tenderly stroking across her biceps, then her forearms as gently as a lover, all while the demon used her own arms to restrict their movement. No matter how hard Lux struggled, Evelynn was stronger. Her brother was right, she was no soldier.

Once those lashers reached Luxanna's wrists, they started to wind tighter, and tighter, digging into the skin as roughly as they had around her breasts. Evelynn pushed her hips forward, grinding against Lux's ass, and at the same time her tendrils jerked back, pulling Lux's arms back so far that they were nearly wrenched out of their sockets and forcing her to lean back into the demon's chest. The Crownguard screamed, her pain finally grabbing Garen's attention.

"Release her at once, or so help me-!"

"Blah, blah, blah.... Come now, I'd really rather not have to gag you, otherwise how will I hear your wonderful screams?" Evelynn sighed, her claws at last free to roam over Lux's body without fear of the girl's hands casting any magical surprises. Her palms stroked over the girl's taut belly, sharp fingertips gingerly scratching at her highborn flesh. "But if you're going to just keep repeating yourself, you might leave me with no choice." The demon finished, baring some teeth as she started to nibble at Lux's collarbone.

The burly man grit his teeth, giving Evelynn the filthiest scowl she'd ever seen, but said nothing.

"If-if you think you'll take us this easily demon, then you are sorely mistaken!" Lux huffed, the strain audible in her voice.

"Oh now don't you start." Evelynn sighed, spreading her fingers apart and sliding them further down that smooth belly. Her nails brushed against the torn edges of Lux's remaining spandex, pinching the flimsy fabric between them. Digits curling, grabbing fistfuls of that hip hugging fabric, Evelynn tensed her knuckles and yanked, ripping what remained of Lux's clothing apart at the seams and leaving just her underwear behind, noticeably damp from the demon's near-success at charming her. Not that the slender cotton was gonna do anything to keep the demon out that the rest of her outfit hadn't failed at already. Claws raked across those panties like knives, slicing through them as effortlessly as paper, leaving the tattered remnants to hang off the fingers of her left hand.

Lux jerked and screamed, an instinctive propensity towards modesty driving her to struggle harder, to squeeze her thighs together in hopes of hiding her most noble of entrances. Evelynn just laughed at the futility of it all. Lashers yanking back on the girl's arms once more, bowing her backwards, the demon slid her palms over and under those milky thighs, sinking her claws into that luscious meat before hefting them up into the air with inhuman strength. Her nails leaving red scratches in their wake, she folded Lux's body in half while also pulling her legs apart, exposing the girl's untouched pussy and its neatly manicured little carpet of gold.

"Quite a sight, isn't it?" The demon said with a smirk, her eyes trained on her prey's brother. Lux flailed in her arms, kicking her feet fruitlessly at the air. Evelynn merely widened her stance, leaning back to brace the full weight of the girl against her chest with a wicked laugh. The demon's fingertips began to extend as she kept her palms on those thighs, those claws lengthening to the size of kitchen knives. With practiced precision, she oh-so-delicately curled them inwards, tugging at Lux's folds with such gentleness that she didn't even feel a prick from those sharp tips, pulling them apart, exposing her insides to her own sibling. Despite the visible terror in Lux's eyes, that tunnel was slick, a trickle of fluids seeping out and down the crack of her ass. Though the charm had failed, the arousal it had momentary struck her with was nigh-overwhelming, and though the desire she felt had faded fast, her body was not so quick to dry up.

"Vile beast! Disgusting monstrosity!" Garen raged with renewed fervour, battering himself up against that prison of iridescent light, but Lux's magic proved too powerful for her own good, holding even someone as strong as him at bay with ease.

"Tch, what did I say?" Evelynn grimaced, then let out a sigh. "Very well, I suppose you leave me with no other choice." With a quick shift of her limbs, Evelynn raised Lux's left leg even higher, stretching it out to the side while the girl shrieked and wiggled. The lasher already binding the girl's left arm stretched itself out, looping around her ankle as it neared her wrist, twisting its way around both limbs and tying them together. The demon soon repeated the motion on the right side, until both of Lux's legs were bound to her arms, holding her spread-eagled in the air by the strength of her tentacles alone. With her own hands now free, and those sinewy tendrils hoisting her prey higher up into the air, the demon casually strolled forward while wiggling her claws free of the holes she tore in Lux's panties. Balling them up in her fist, she leaned forward while the Crownguard girl stared in horror, watching the demon thrust her claws straight through the barrier to stuff the shredded bundle of sopping wet cotton straight into her brother's shouting mouth.

Immediately Garen's eyes widened, first in shock, then disgust. He winced with visible revulsion and tried to spit the fabric out, only for Evelynn to push even further, tilting his head back as she practically choked him on his sister's used undergarments. Then she retracted her hand, giggling girlishly. She'd spied on Luxanna enough to know that her light prison only bound those within its cage, not those without; and poor Garen, he was bound so tightly within that he didn't even have the space to fold his bulky forearms up past his own overly broad chest. It'd be so easy for him to simply pull the gag out, if only he wasn't such a brick shithouse. Evelynn laughed, stepping back and lowering her meal back into her waiting arms.

"Now, I think I've teased you long enough." Evelynn cooed softly into the quivering Lux's ear. "How about we get started for real?"

The demon exhaled a warm, clammy breath against the girl's ear before parting her lips to graze the outer edge of it with her sharp teeth. Her hips rolled and bucked, grinding harder against Lux's ass, squashing it flat. Gyrating her hips in smooth motions, the inhuman monster began to moan softly.

"Mnf... Mnn... You ready girl?" She rasped, while shadows swirled around her loins, reshaping them into something more... fitting for defiling a woman.

Claws sinking a bit deeper into the meat of Lux's thighs, dimpling all that ample flesh, Evelynn continued to moan. Soft gasps sent shivers down her captive's spine, goosebumps forming on her skin. All the while, Evelynn took her time, the shadows drawing her own clitoris from its hiding spot, twisting around it, merging with her unnaturally hued flesh and causing that delicate bean to lengthen. Swelling in girth and massively elongating, it grew fatter and veinier as it crept up in between Lux's ass cheeks. The little hood that had hidden it reshaping, the skin stretching to envelope her pleasure button as it reshaped itself into a girthy prick, something that would've looked more at home on some chiselled stud of a man than hanging between Evelynn's womanly thighs. With just as much ease, the crude fascimile of internal organs the demon kept inside herself started to shift and reform, shadows encasing her false ovaries, altering their shape and density before pushing them out of her body, one at a time, letting them drop and swing before forming together into an especially dense and heavy looking set of nuts. Those testicles pulsed as the shadows began to recede, her pussy closing up in their wake, the skin fusing together until it never looked like there had ever been anything but a set of very male looking genitals resting between the feminine demon's thighs.

"What- what're you-" Lux could hardly see what was going on between the demon's legs, but with shadow-clad flesh mashed firmly against her ass, she could feel something shifting against her bare bottom. Something firm was starting to slide up the crack of her ass, wedging itself between her cheeks while Evelynn continued to buck, sliding that thick pole up and down. The warmth of Lux's pillows squishing together around that shaft only made it throb more intensely, thickening even further, prying those bubbly cushions apart to make space for itself. The excess skin that had grown to encase it peeled back to expose what was once the demon's clit, now a bulbous mushroom tip, a slit forming at the end that oozed dense globs of slime against Lux's bare skin. "N-no... No no no, this can't be happening!" Lux screamed, realization settling in.

"Oh but it is sweetheart. But here, why don't we let your brother see too, hmm?" With a wicked grin, Evelynn winked at Garen and lifted Lux a little bit higher. That throbbing cock slid free of that soft valley, inch after inch emerging from the cleavage of the mage's backside until it finally slipped free entirely and swung downwards, hanging heavy under gravity's pull and its own weight. Nearly a solid foot of demonic flesh, its skin mottled by shadows, forming alternating splotches of pale blue and dark violet along the length of it. Even at full mast, there was enough excess skin that still half her crown remained shrouded in it, while globs of demonic prenut dribbled from the end. A thick droplet dripped from her apple-sized tip, forming a gooey strand that hung halfway to the ground before it finally snapped and dropped it to the ground, only for a fresh one to ooze out. Evelynn tensed her body, and that grotesque monstrosity swung upwards.

SPLAT!

Evelynn's erect flagpole smacked Lux's dribbling pussy with enough force to make the girl gasp, its length reaching up towards her navel.

"Oh god, no, please, please please please, it'll kill me..." Lux whimpered, flailing her head from side to side. Her hands balled into fists and her arms strained to fold inwards, but the tendrils binding them wouldn't allow it.

"Well, it wouldn't be the first time, darling." Evelynn giggled, lifting Lux a little bit higher, that swollen prick dragging down along her belly until it was level with her pussy. Her hips shifted, trying to find just the right angle to press her dripping tip against those folds.

"Mmnf nf MNN!"

"What was that~?" Evelynn tilted her head, angling her left ear towards Garen, as if trying to hear him better. His face was red with fury, trying to shout even through the cloth stifling his tongue. "Did you say 'give it to her good'? Oh, don't worry, by time I'm through, your sister will be screaming." With an ominous smile, Evelynn gripped Lux's thighs tighter. Aided by her lashers pulling taut, she dragged the demacian downwards, her crown stretching those pretty pink folds apart and forcing its way inside.

Lux howled, her cuntlips stretching far, far beyond anything that youthful experimentation and self-exploration could have prepared her for. The ache was immediate, glistening folds made to widen around the head of Evelynn's shaft, clinging to it so tightly that the excess foreskin slid downwards once more, fully exposing that bulbous crown. Yet, despite its monstrous size, the pain wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been. The only consolation she had was that it wasn't entering her dry, though that was hardly any comfort at all when the wetness trickling down the demon's dick eased her passage enough to let her slide deeper, faster than she would otherwise have been able to.

"Mnn, you feel that, baby? You feel that streeetch? That ache inside? That's the good stuff." Evelynn moaned, a genuine shudder of ecstasy rolling down her spine that left her briefly winded. It was hardly the snug grip of Lux's tunnel that delighted her, though she wouldn't deny it felt good to have that damp passage gripping her newly shaped flesh so powerfully. No, it was the soreness in the girl's cunt that delighted her so. The same sensations that wracked Lux, Evelynn felt as well, that pain coursing downwards through her cock, and being received by the demon's own nerves as a dull pleasure. Where for Lux it ached, to Evelynn the sensation was more akin to stretching a muscle after a long night's rest. There was still a pang there, but one that tingled in all the right ways.

Slrrrch

With a lazy buck of her hips, Evelynn drove her cock deeper, Lux's cunt squelching around it as it was forced to swallow that monstrous width, more of her juices gushing down the length of that demonic fuckpole. The demacian's pitiful mewling now competing with the wet sound of a needy pussy being railed. That sizeable battering ram didn't just stretch the mage's pussy; her skin stretched outwards with it, the swollen outline of that inhuman bitchbreaker showing through that once trim belly. With her body strained so tightly around that shaft, it made it frighteningly easy to track exactly how deep she was reaching inside of her, and it was only a couple of inches before the demon paused.

Cocking her head, Evelynn pushed her hips forward a couple times, gently prodding Lux's depths and finding surprisingly little give. There was a barrier blocking her way. She couldn't be bottoming out against the little waif's cervix already, could she? Had the wench set up a prismatic barrier inside of herself somehow? Or... Evelynn's hips rolled, flattening Lux's ass and applying just a little bit of pressure to her thrusts, testing just how much give the obstruction had, before smirking. Ah, of course, confined to her noble life as she was, it only made sense to have this pesky thing still be here.

"So, how does it feel," Evelynn inquired, her voice a husky whisper for Luxanna's ears alone, "to have your virginity stolen by a demon?" Lux's eyes grew larger, but Evelynn didn't even give her the time to plead for mercy. With an almost casual thrust of her hips, the demon flexed her ass and shoved forcefully enough to tear through her hymen, her cock piercing it as ruthlessly as any blade. Lux cried out, tears welling in her sapphire eyes, while Evelynn just groaned in sheer delight. "Nnnnnggh~"

Now there was blood dripping down her length. It was only the lightest trickle, but just the knowledge that her dick was dripping with scarlet excited the demon. Adding to the frothy mixture lubricating that slick fucktunnel, Evelynn put more power into her thrusts, stretching that sleeve of flesh out wider, pushing deeper than anything ever had before into the screaming Crownguard girl. Evelynn's chest heaved, pressing her pillowy bust harder into Lux's back, squishing those luscious cushions against the back of her ribs. Her excitement was building, and she stared down at her second, improvised meal. She had just deflowered this girl right in front of her own brother, surely his misery must have been just as delicious.

To her chagrin, she found him looking away, his eyes shut tight, refusing to acknowledge the scene before him. Evelynn grimaced. No, no this wouldn't do. They both needed to suffer, they both needed to feed her ravenous appetite. Parting those plush lips of her's, she let her teeth elongate into fearsome fangs before sinking them directly into the nape of Lux's neck. She was cautious with it, she didn't want to rip the girl's jugular out... not yet anyways, but she did it hard enough to make Garen's sister squeal in fresh, genuine pain.

Garen jerked his head towards them, eyes open and panic clearly visible in those blue orbs. That was what Evelynn longed to see. As much as he didn't want to watch his sister be defiled, he cared for her too much to avert his eyes when she cried out so earnestly. Lips curling into a smile, Evelynn kept her teeth lodged in Lux's skin. Pursing those soft pillows, she started to suck while keeping her eyes trained on Garen, meeting his hateful gaze. Suction lifted supple skin up into her teeth, forming a dark ring of teeth marks, a bruise that would linger for days. With a wet slurp, Evelynn released the grip of her fangs and slid her lengthy tongue up along that now tender sore spot, making Lux whine like a beaten dog. Dragging her tongue higher, the demon sunk her teeth in again. Once more avoiding drawing blood for the time being, she focused instead on marking her flesh, nice and high, too far up to merely hide beneath a collar. She left a bruising hickey where nobody would be able to miss it, where everyone would be able to see the demon had made this girl her bitch.

"NnnnnnmmmNNGH!" Garen foamed at the mouth, spittle flying from his forcibly parted lips and spilling down his chin as he screamed into his sister's panties.

"Please, please, take it out, it hurts..." Lux wailed between sobs. Tears were welling up in her eyes and starting to streak down her cheeks, adding a salty tang to her skin which the demon greedily lapped up, running her tongue up from her nape and across her face.

"Mnn, it's gonna hurt so much worse by time we're through." Evelynn cooed softly. Releasing her hold over Lux's thighs, she trusted in her tentacles to hold the girl in place, steadily lifting her up and down to work that shaft back and forth a few inches inside of her. With her hands freed once more, the demon let her nails delicately dance up Luxanna's supple skin, the right palm creeping upwards to grab a handful of her chest, squeezing it as firmly as it had her leg and kneading all that doughy titfat in between her fingers. The left hand crept inwards, palm still caressing the demacian's thigh while her fingers started to gingerly caress those pretty pink folds, as tender as a lover while trying to tease the girl's clit out from its hiding place.

With her lashers doing the heavy lifting, Evelynn started to buck her hips, stepping up onto her toes while flexing her rear to force that monstrous dick in deeper, then dropping back onto the balls of her heels on the pullout. Rocking back and forth like that, she inched that shaft in further with every motion, stretching that cunt wider, pushing Lux's belly out even further. Though it was true she had a tendency to break her toys prematurely, Eve still had a decent enough idea of the human body's limits. She was reasonably confident Lux could take her cock as it was without ripping apart. Mostly sure anyway.

The veins lining her shaft scraped at those tender walls, raking across velvet-soft flesh. The wide brim of her cockhead dug into her damp insides, pushing them apart, pulling them so taut that they molded to the shape of it. Every fold, every wrinkle of Lux's inner lining being pulled apart, shaped to fit Evelynn's fuckcannon. All while she continued to sob and wail...

"Mnff..." Evelynn moaned softly. She was starting to feel it now. Lux's pain was delightful, but... It was still missing something. Like a vanilla cake, it was sweet yet bland at the same time. Missing an element of spice. She was so sure this one would be the one to satisfy, here she was was blubbering in her grasp, tears and snot streaking down her face while the demon stretched her insides to their limit. Sure she could ramp up the pain, could swell her dick larger until the girl's insides ruptured, but that would only increase the intensity of her pain, it wouldn't change the flavour. And it'd be so fleeting besides.

The demon hissed. Why wasn't this as good as she wanted it to be? As good as she needed it to be? What was still missing?

Her eyes wandered to Garen, watching him sway back and forth against his bindings, still struggling and banging his shoulders back and forth. The light encasing him flickered, just the briefest flash, but enough to remind Evelynn she was on a timer. Even if he couldn't break it, sooner or later it would fade on its own, and she needed to be finished by then.

With a sigh, Evelynn squeezed Lux's tit even harder, gripping it like a handlebar and using it as more leverage to push her down even further. That brutal battering ram pushed deeper, beating up against another barrier, one that was considerably more rigid and unyielding. The demon had found her womb, only a hair past the midway point of her dick. What a shame. Idly, she pondered what to do with it. Crush it flat? Inflate it til it burst? Maybe she'd just use her dick like an anchor and rip it right out of her...

While she contemplated her options, the fingers of her left hand kept absent-mindedly rubbing Lux's clit, playing with its little hood. Gingerly kneading the skin with her middle and index fingers, rubbing in slow little circles. Pressing in firmly with the tips of her digits, she parted them, stretching the skin apart, exposing that adorable little bead and shifting her middle finger to stroke across it.

Suddenly, Lux clenched her jaw and inhaled through her teeth, wincing in between sniffles. There was a flash, a brief moment when her agony was the sweetest nectar Evelynn had ever tasted. It took her by such hard surprise that her knees nearly buckled, quaking underneath her and momentarily dropping her into a squat before she caught herself and stood back upright, driving her dick deeper into Lux and crashing it into her womb. That demonic shaft, ordinarily just a monstrous fascimile of a human's actual dick, let out a genuine throb. It pulsed, momentarily swelling and pressing that much harder into Lux's walls that it made her cry out again, and Evelynn was left to pant, her tongue draping down her chin.

What was that?

Trying to retrace her steps, the demon lowered her hips, gyrated them in circles, grinding her shaft inside of Lux and stirring up her insides. Her fingers dug deeper into the demacian's chest, grasping it roughly enough for her nails to leave scratches behind while she pulled at that doughy mound. Her hips bucked back and forth, dragging her oversized rod back and forth. What had she done to hurt her so badly that it had tasted so sweet? The stilted roughness of her thrusts, the sharpness of her claws, they made Lux writhe and sob in stinging pain, but nothing, nothing gave her that same rush she'd just had.

Hissing with frustration, Evelynn's fingers started to stroke Lux's clit again. She rubbed around it gently, irritation building, her sharp nail circling it like a shark that was getting ready to strike. Then Lux spasmed in her grasp, again sucking in air through her teeth. Immediately, Evelynn was treated to a spike of such joyous bliss that it made her cock pulsate and ooze a glob of oily fluid into the Crownguard's core.

The demon was confused, but quick to give Luxanna's button a light little flick, another swift stroke with her index finger. She watched her captive writhe and thrash her head around like she was in agony, and the pleasure coursing through the demon would certainly confirm it, but why? She hadn't even started to torment that little joybuzzer used. No pinches, no piercings. Certainly it couldn't hurt that much naturally, could it? She'd had enough experience toying with the bodies of other women to know this was usually a pleasurable zone, so then why? Why did it hurt her so much?

Certainly not about to leave it alone now, not when she'd finally found some truly sweet agony to feed off of, Evelynn kept toying with Lux. Her fingers started to get a bit more experimental. Slowing her thrusts, she instead held steady within that tightly stretched cunt while her claws poked and prodded. Her thumb took over, circling her clit with a more firm grip, while her other digits started to gingerly caress her strained folds, tender touches that teased at her labia. Though the demon was certain these touches should have been pleasant for her victim, they only made her thrash that more madly, foaming at the mouth and biting her own lip so hard she was drawing blood.

Evelynn grit her own teeth, screwing her eyes shut and letting out a lurid " Ooohhnn~".This was unlike anything she'd ever felt before, and yet it was maddening. She was so ecstatic that she had to restrain herself from hammering her hips, from crushing Lux's baby chamber, her own hips twitching with a sudden need. Cracking her eyes open, she peered over Lux's shoulder, glancing at her brother again for the first time.

The look in his eyes was fury incarnate. Veins throbbed along his forehead so powerfully it looked like they would burst. His face was so red, he seemed on the verge of passing out. Garen was pissed.

Evelynn thought he looked quite funny, honestly. Were she not so busy trying to figure out what was hurting Lux so badly, she'd have laughed. The demon's eyes suddenly took on a brighter glow, as if a lightbulb was shining inside her skull. Turning her head, she started to nip at Lux's neck again, but more gently his time. Lips pursing, she slurped gently on her skin, sucking on her flesh while her hips started to move. Slowly, softly thrusting back and forth, Evelynn shifted her angle and held Lux a bit lower, grinding her cockhead into a tender spot just below her belly. Her fingers redoubled their assault on those folds, massaging them as her cock slid past, so that the strain didn't ache quite so bad and was washed away by the pleasure from her thumb tormenting that little button.

Lux thrashed in Evelynn's grip, struggling harder than ever before. She nearly even broke free of the lashers binding her at one point, and Eve had to widen her stance and steady herself to avoid being knocked off balance by the girl trying so hard to throw her weight around. She was in ecstasy, and Evelynn was too, but the demon was still feeding off the girl's pain. A different pain than she was used to tasting. It wasn't the stinging shock of physical trauma, this was something different altogether. It was the agony of being raped in front of her own brother, and enjoying it.

Evelynn gasped and pressed herself more firmly against Lux's back, her breasts mashing against the back of her shoulders, flattening while the demon started to roll her hips. "Go on girl. Scream for me. Scream for him. Let him know exactly how you feel." She moaned huskily into the blonde's ear, and she started to thrust more earnestly again.

Fresh tears streaked down Lux's face as the demon started to hammer her pussy. Those sharp claws never stopped teasing her folds and rubbing her clit, drilling pleasure into her even as that bloated fuckpole stretched her painfully wide. Her legs and arms too, ached from being pried so far apart. She was athletic and flexible, but being forced to do the splits for too long was torture on her hamstrings. Still, the demon's piston thrust back and forth, raking over her tender spots. She swore she could even feeling it changing inside of her. In small ways that made her unsure if she was just imagining it. A vein crept across its length and shifted to a different spot, a bump disappeared here and reappeared there. It was like her dick was changing shape to better fit her tunnel and make sure it hit delicate, pleasure-sensing nerves on every motion.

Even as she did her best to deny the pleasure that was starting to wrack her body, Lux's body started to relax. Her muscles quivered, slowly starting to loosen up. The pain of being stretched so far was reduced, and each brutal punch to her cervix made her feel less winded. As the pain in her cunt started to dim, she was having to bite her lip that much harder to try and make up for it. Her toes and fingers both curled, sinking her nails into her palms, the light mage doing everything she could to hurt herself at this point, anything to deny that pleasure that was being forced upon her.

Evelynn, of course, had no plans on letting Lux hide her 'joy'. Now that she'd narrowed in on the source of that pain, she would have it all. She would feast on her shame until Lux was a dehydrated fuckdrunk disaster if she had to. Bending and bracing her knees, Evelynn leaned further back and held Lux tightly to her chest, angling her to give Garen the best view possible of that bitchbreaker defiling his sister's cunt. Rolling her hips, she thrust faster, her dick making a disgusting sllrrch as Lux's pussy squelched around it. The bleeding had already stopped, most of it washed away in a tide of Lux's arousal, so all that remained was a translucent film of the girl's gushing juices coating Evelynn's cock.

"Well, would you look at this, your whore of a sister sure seems to be enjoying herself." Evelynn teased, speaking loud enough for Garen to hear. "Seems my demon dick would agree with her, but then what mage could resist being fucked by a magic cock?"

"MNNGHGH!" Garen screamed into his cotton gag, spittle flying from his mouth, only to spatter the light barrier in front of him.

"No. No no no, please!" Lux pleaded, shaking her head wildly, refusing to meet Garen's eyes and trying to look in every direction at once except for at her brother. "I hate this! It hurts, please, someone, anyone! Help!"

"Oh ho, you say that, but your pussy begs to differ. Just look at it," running her fingers over Lux's folds again, Evelynn licked the tears from her cheeks before turning her gaze to Garen, only to see he was looking away. "I said look at it!" The demon's voice suddenly turned harsh and raspy, carrying a strange echo that reverberated around them. Her hair flared like fire and her eyes glowed brighter, her horns sprouting in the blink of an eye. At the same time she finally let go of Lux's chest, only to harshly strike her tit with a sharp SMAK! The mage squealed in genuine pain and her shriek drew Garen's gaze. Immediately, Eve's horns vanished and her body returned to 'normal', a satisfied smile on her face.

"That's better. I want you to look at this bitch's cunt. Look at it." Evelynn spoke the words with menace, her horns already peeking out from her brow once again, threatening harm on her captive if Garen didn't obey. So he did, with a face that burned with shame now instead of fury, he watched the demon splitting his sister's orifice open with her inhuman shaft, straining it far, far too wide. Evelynn caressed Lux's folds again, making them quiver at her touch, before brushing her claws along the length of her own shaft still halfway visible. She ran the nail of her index finger along that bulging tube along the bottom, the skin of her dick glistening and shimmering in the light emitted from the very cage Garen was encased within. "Look how wet she is. Tell me, does this look like the pussy of someone who's not having fun?" Dropping the poison from her voice, she effortlessly changed her tone to something more flirty and coy, smiling all the while.

"No! Garen, don't listen to her. I don't- I don't- like this..." Lux stammered, the strain showing on her face from trying to suppress what her body was feeling.

"Hmm, what was that I heard someone say earlier? Mages are all 'liars and wretches'?" Evelynn cooed, rolling her hips and sinking her dick deep enough to batter Lux's womb again. The demacian gasped and the demon clapped her hand against her breast once more, carressing it more gently this time, teasing the nipple with her thumb the same way her other hand did to her clit. "Not only is she lying..." Grinning wickedly, the demon withdrew her cock a couple inches, then started to grind, putting more pressure on a tender spot inside, while rubbing with both thumbs until at last Lux broke with a whimpering moan.

"Nnaahn~!"

"...But she's not even very good at it." Evelynn said with a laugh. The horrified look on Garen's face was priceless, as was the next cry she forced out of Lux with a gentle thrust of her hips.

Squilch

That demacian snatch was so sopping wet now, so primed and readied that the demon was finally able to start moving with impunity. Every roll of her hips slid that cock back and forth with ease, dragging along those walls and tugging at those folds.

Sllrch Shlikk Shlukk

"Don't you dare look away." Evelynn rasped when she saw Garen's eyes dart to the side. "Watch. Look how much she's enjoying this. Loving this." Giving Lux's breast one last slap, Evelynn raised her hand higher, cupping the girl's chin between her claws and forcibly turning her head towards her brother. Lux was still sobbing, her face a mess of snot and tears, but in between blubbering wails, every so often she'd let out a sharp gasp, the corners of her lips twitching upwards.

"Naahn~!"

Schlapp Plap Shlupp Pap

Every thrust of Evelynn's hips saw them collide with Lux's backside, making her cheeks ripple from the impact. They clapped together, growing damp with sweat and adding the smack of wet skin on skin to the mix of lurid noises the two were making. The unwanted pleasure was loosening the girl's body up, letting Evelynn move with greater speed without detracting from that forced ecstasy. Droplets of Luxanna's arousal were splattering outwards, beads of it dribbling down the demon's shaft and dripping from her makeshift sack. A veritable spray of her gushing fluids were flinging forth, ensuring Garen could feel the wetness spattering his face through his iridescent prison.

Pap Plap SMAK

The stinging sound of Evelynn's pelvis colliding with Lux's ass only grew louder, the demon working herself into a frenzy. Her plump orbs swung back and forth, jostling from the force of her thrusts. Her blunt cockhead was beating on Lux's cervix, threatening to break down the doors while the demon forced the girl to gaze down at her brother. Demonic prenut was still oozing from her tip in abundance, not just adding to the sopping wet mess, but filling Lux's core with a disturbing heat. Eve's fluids spread along the walls of the demacian's entire tunnel as it smeared along the monster's length, making all that spongy tissue tingle with an unnatural warmth that soothed the muscles even as Evelynn forced them to strain.

Shlopp Shlukk

"He said mages were dangerous. How right he was, just look at him, trapped in a magical prison of your making." Evelynn rasped into her sobbing prey's ear, loud enough for both crownguards to hear. Fingers still stroking tenderly over her outer lips, she slowed her thrusts even as she started putting more power behind them, grinding against her victim's walls with every motion.

Slik Sllch

"He said mages would sell their souls for personal gain. So do it, give me your soul." Evelynn hummed, her shaft pulsating quicker in time with Lux's rising heartbeat. "Better yet, sell me his, surrender yourself to me and I will take you to the very peak of ecstasy." As she spoke, her lashers were tightening. Their tips were growing sharper. Inside of Lux, the demon's cock seemed to ripple, a pulse running from the base to the tip of it, and in its wake her pillar felt less yielding, its tip more pointed.

Lux howled, her insides assaulted by sensations. She thrashed her head about and bucked her hips in a frenzy, trying to do anything to get away from that dick drilling her insides, but succeeding only in impaling herself back and forth upon it, adding to the impression she was enjoying herself. She could see the scowl on her brother's face growing deeper.

Plap Slap Shlikk

"So go on darling. Cum for me. Show your brother just how much fun you're having." Evelynn cooed. She was so close now. She could feel the way Lux's insides clenched and spasmed, the way she was thrashing about and unintentionally riding the demon's dick. She was so near to that most blissful high, which meant it was just about time for Evelynn to harvest her suffering. Her nails were elongating, her maw was growing wider, the flesh of her false face starting to tear around the cheeks, exposing ever more teeth as she readied herself for the kill. She spoke, and her voice rasped with an eerie echo. "Cum for me you depraved, magical whore. Cum for a demon. Cum!"

Luxanna scrunched up her face. She clenched her jaw and grit her teeth. Every muscle in her body tensed and flexed. There was one last wet SMAK as the demon drove her cock home once more, and the mage threw her head back and screamed.

"AaaaahhnnnNNNuuuoohhhnnn!"

It was a loud, guttural moan that finally forced its way out of Lux's throat, her jaw dropping and lips gradually forming an O. Her entire body spasmed and convulsed, spine contorting to thrust her chest forward and ass backwards at the same time. Her pussy lips quivered around that demonic spire like they were trying to milk it, and a spray of her juices gushed out around Evelynn's monstrous length, a veritable stream of it squirting several feet forward and all over Garen's stunned face.

"Hah! Seems like your sister's a squirter." Evelynn cackled, her voice echoing. The time to pluck her pretty flower had come. She'd brought her to the height of pleasure, now it was time for the fall into unending agony. Her nails sharpened in anticipation of the kill while still she taunted the siblings. "No denying that or- Ohhr- Ohhn~!" Evelynn's mocking tone rose an octave, her voice wavering and her eyes widening as Lux's pussy continued to quiver and the girl thrashed and howled on her dick.

What- What was this? The demon hadn't even drawn the first drop of blood yet, but she was already awash in such deliriously ecstatic anguish. The sheer pain flowing through Lux's body for Evelynn to feed off of was something greater than she'd ever experienced, greater than she could ever have imagined. Gourmet dining didn't even begin to do justice to this delectable sensation, this deliciously horrendous agony. This-this wasn't simply fulfilling, it was...

It was orgasmic.

Evelynn's knees buckled and she stooped downwards. Her arms, her legs, her lashers, all of them trembled violently. It took every ounce of strength she could muster to keep from crumpling to the floor in a heap with her prey. Her jaw clenched, rivers of drool spilling through the gaps between her monstrous teeth and down her chin, splattering all over Lux's shoulder. Her golden eyes rolled up into her skull until her irises all but vanished into a sea of black. She grunted and gurgled, making sounds that were far from controlled and flirty, more akin to the snarling and whimpering of a copulating animal. Toes curled and musculature flexed, veins popping all over her body as she lost any sense of composure and beauty, becoming a horrifying mass of bony limbs and sinew. Hissing and howling, rather than sink her claws and fangs into Lux's frail body and shred her to ribbons, she just thrust and slammed the sobbing girl up and down her cock a few more times.

Those pendulous, weighty orbs between the demon's thighs burbled and swelled, their mass nearly doubling, only to contract and pull upwards. The pulsating cum-vein that ran up the length of her shapeshifted cock suddenly swelled at the base, ballooning outwards as something pushed up the length, sliding upwards from her taut sack. Her 'balls' visibly shrank as seemingly three quarters of their mass started forcing its way up her shaft in one solid lump. It made that urethral vein bulge outwards grotesquely as something rolled and squeezed its way up the tube, working an inch further with every desperate thrust Evelynn made into Lux's body.

After a couple inches, it suddenly became difficult to keep pistoning, that fist-sized lump battering up against the demacian mage's already straining pussy lips, but the now frenzied and desperate demon didn't let that stop her. Grunting and stamping a foot into the dirt, her body warped, the muscles in her hips and thighs becoming denser as she pushed and huffed and gnashed her teeth.

Head tilting low, Lux stared down in abject horror through bleary, tear-stained eyes, and just thrashed her head from side to side in terror. Tears and snot streaking down her face, she blubbered and wailed as that engorged lump made her sex ache, turning red and raw from the stretch. "No, st-stop, please, please! No more! It hurts!" She wailed, as if her agonized cries would do anything but turn the demon on even more.

Jaw dropping open and monstrously long tongue falling limply down her chin, Evelynn howled as she finally slammed that bulbous mass past those tender folds, that swollen mass now visible underneath Lux's skin as it continued its tortuous climb, crawling underneath the crownguard's flesh as it pushed further up the demon's dick. Finally reaching the crown of that monstrous cock, Evelynn scrunched up her face, squinting her eyes shut and baring even more teeth as her own body was made to strain. She was so overloaded in sensation that she lost control over her shapeshifting, her pulsating shaft tightening when she needed it to expand and loosen. It made the passage of that lump as difficult on her as it was on Lux. Slowly her cockhead started to widen as that goose egg sized mass forced its way into it. Her cumslit dilating, gushing rivers of oily white slime spilled forth, slickening Lux's insides. It made the girl spasm in pain, the fluid stinging like it was acidic.

Bucking her hips once more, Evelynn jammed her distended urethra right up against her captive's cervix, just as that mass finally began to crest the strained orifice. A solid, black oval, narrower on one side and fatter on the other just like an actual egg pushed through the demon's cock. It shimmered like oil, its rounded 'tip' pressing forcefully against the entryway to Lux's womb. The girl thrashed, but the demon held her tight, her cock convulsing, rippling as it forced that lump through. That viscous, burning fluid somehow made the demacian's cervical opening more pliant, helping it, forcing it to stretch around that egg-shaped swell, though not without its fair share of pain. Lux screamed herself hoarse as it felt like the deflowered virgin was giving birth in reverse, womb opening up to accept that demonic payload.

Then, just as that oily egg crested its widest point past the opening to her cervix, just as the screaming blonde's womb started to close around that obsidian mass, the entire lump rippled, its form turning gelatinous, and then bursting inside her womb like a bubble popping. It splattered every millimetre of her baby chamber in inky black sludge with the density and stickiness of tar. It filled every nook and cranny, burning with even more intensity than the demon's pearlescent slime had, leaving her feeling like her insides were being scalded. As if it wasn't bad enough, still more of that mucousy white grease continued to gush from the demon's now gaping cumslit, pouring directly into Lux's widened cervical opening. There was so much of it that each splurt was audible. Some of it overflowed right back out the way it came, rivers of demonic fuckbatter spilling down and out around that cunt-straining cock right before Garen's horrified eyes. Wads of sloppy, oily film just seeping out from his sister's distended cunt lips, spilling over Evelynn's balls and dropping to the ground in huge gobs. Far, far more still was being pumped into Lux's now blackened womb, filling that tiny chamber up, making it swell, her stomach expanding and cramping to contain it all. Infinitely more watery than the black gummy sludge, it mingled with the denser black tar, helping it to move, churning it all into an oily sludge that not even the demacian's ovaries were safe from, her fallopian tubes widening as that thick gunk was pushed through them to flood her egg chambers in Evelynn's demonic essence.

Once Lux looked like she'd swallowed a watermelon, and the flow of demonic lubricant had slowed to a trickle seeping from the monster's yawning cumslit, Evelynn finally felt her faculties returning. Every part of her felt weak. Her limbs felt slack and numb, and her knees were shaking so much that they were swaying violently. Never in her long existence had she felt so utterly spent. Never had she felt so... satisfied. Her hunger, for the first time in what felt like ages, sated. Head wavering from side to side, her form reverted to that of an alluring femme, muscles and sharp edges softening, her demonic transformation halting and reverting once more into her most commonly preferred guise. Letting her arms and lashers both go limp, she let Luxanna simply fall out of her hands, landing in a heap on the floor. Her still distended cock slopped out of her as she fell, leaving the girl's pussy a gaping crater from which flowed a deluge of demonic semen. Spent cock softening, her still deformed shaft shrivelled, hanging limp between her legs, the widened slit still leaking a steady stream of drizzling oil to pool between her feet. Exhaling a deep sigh, Evelynn glanced down with wavering eyes to admire her handiwork.

Lux huddled on the ground, curling up into the fetal position and clutching her hands over her face. She shivered, quietly sobbing, her insides burning, and her whimpering despair was like a cigarette in the afterglow for the demon. Sliding one set of claws up over her face and through her hair, she combed them through her flame-shaped mop of hair and moaned.

That was utterly divine.

" DEMON!"

Jarred from her post-orgasmic bliss, Evelynn turned her head in the direction of Garen's booming and noticeably ungagged voice, only to see the man charging directly at her. The last lingering traces of Lux's binding light flickered and faded behind him as he tore across the cobblestone path straight at her, greatsword levelled, point aimed to run her through. His face, greased with a film of his own sister's orgasmic spray and the demon's oily spunk, was twisted into a visage of such reddened fury that he looked more than a little devilish himself.

Evelynn was in no shape to fight. She was barely in any shape to even stand. Though force of habit insisted she slaughter her prey before leaving, her hunger was already satisfied. The murder could wait, it was time to leave.

Shadows washing over her, Evelynn used what little strength remained to leap straight into the air, bending her knees and drawing them up to her chest. Garen roared at her, bringing his sword up over his shoulders to swing down and cleave her in two. With arms outstretched, Evelynn swung both lashers in a wide arc in front of her, like a swimmer doing the breaststroke. Striking with such speed that they were practically invisible, the twin bladed tendrils ricocheted off of Garen's plate mail and propelled the demon backwards just as his weapon came down, striking nothing where Evelynn had been less than a second ago. The demon backflipped as she soared through the air and into the shadows, instantly vanishing from sight as she melted into them.

From the safety of the darkness, Evelynn watched the brutish knight stand there, peering unsuccessfully into the gloom for any sight of his quarry, but finding none. Though he still held the hilt of his weapon, his grip slackened, letting the tip of it fall to clatter against the stone. For long minutes he stood there, broad shoulders rising and falling as he heaved with pent up fury and nothing to release it upon. Slowly, he recollected himself, his features turning cold, eyes vanishing into the shadows of his own brow. Stone-faced, he turned to his sister, still mournfully sobbing and shuddering on the ground, and said nothing.

There was another deafening boom, actual thunder this time. Dark splotches started to form all over the garden path as the rainfall finally reached the Crownguard estate. In mere moments, a drizzle became a downpour, drenching both the Crownguard siblings amidst the sizzling sound of rain striking the stone and yard all around them.

Evelynn cackled, her demonic echo ringing in their ears even over the sound of rain and thunder.

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"Hahn- Haah- Hnngh-"

Evelynn gasped for breath as she drunkenly stumbled into an alleyway. Rainwater streaked down her cheeks, while even her ordinarily perfectly coifed hair was drenched and flattened to her scalp, damp locks hanging over her face and giving her bangs. Slumping to the side, she threw her palm out and slapped the marble wall to brace herself. Her chest was heaving as she twisted herself around to lean her back against the stone for support.

This- this was new. She'd never been so out of breath before, never felt so... satisfied. Head tilting back, she let the rain fall into her face while staring up at the sky with manic glee in her eyes. Both hands trembling as she raised them up, running her palms over her cheeks and sliding long nails through her mop of hair. As her fingers briefly passed over her lips, she realized they were twisted into a grin the likes of which she hadn't worn since her first feast. Wide and ecstatic, toothy and ravenous. Though the false dick was gone, crotch shape shifted smooth and sleek once more, she still felt a pulsing in her loins, an excitement that wracked her body.

What- what even was that that had quenched her cravings so? She hadn't even murdered anyone, had barely even drawn blood, and yet she felt more fulfilled than an entire evening's worth of unrestrained murderlust. And yet... this sensation of fullness would fade, and her hunger would return. It always returned. When it did, would she be satisfied with the same bloodshed as always? After tasting a pain so sublime, could she go back to the bland dregs that already struggled to sustain her?

"Hmhmhmhmmh~" The demon let out a soft, instinctively flirty chuckle, one that rose in volume until her cackling laughter could even be heard over the rain by strangers who passed by the alleyway beneath their umbrellas. A few glanced in the direction of the darkened path, but none dared to tread inside that shadowed crevice even as Evelynn's laughter grew louder and more deranged.

She would delight in this pain again. She would find someone who could make her feel like this, even if she had to rip every last demacian apart to do it.

"Miss, is-is everything okay here?"

The sound of a man's voice jarred Evelynn from her deranged reverie, and she turned her head to see the gaunt face of a local constable peering into the shadows of the alleyway with a lantern in hand. The light fell over the demon's face, and she licked her lips hungrily while eyeing the man up and down.

There was a slight rumble in her belly. Even after that meal she had, there was always room for dessert, she supposed. Curling her lips into a coy smile, her eyes took on a hazy pink glow while she retreated deeper into the darkness, crooking one finger to gesture for the officer to follow. He audibly gulped before doing so.

The crowds outside the alley thinned, and soon died down to nothing as people retreated into their homes to hide from the rain.

That's when the screaming started.