Mittens' claws managed to pluck piece after piece of glass from my palm, her other soft paw holding my wrist steady. Jill was sitting on the table just behind me, petting my head and generally being as embarrassingly cuddly as possible. I was in heaven.
Mittens passed her palm over mine a final time, green chroma flashing around her fingers and twisting before fading into my hand. The wounds sealed shut, leaving innumerable tiny scars, but no pain at all. "I will leave the wound on your shoulder, it will heal on its own with the stitching," She said, "I dislike using healing magic, you will pay its price in time enough. You’ll need a big breakfast."
Serene paced closer to the door, walking back and forth with her wings crossed over her body. Her talons clacked over and over on the stone floor. I had a headache. It was just a little irritating.
"Say. Since you're all dressed up now, maybe you can get this demon out of me?" I tapped the necklace.
She turned, her frown as intense as usual, "No, I cannot. We're in a den of sin and villainy, there is nothing holy here."
"We gotta get back to da temple." Jill said, patting my shoulders.
"OW!"
"Oh, sorry!"
"I'm amazed you guys managed to get in, but now that Auntie's little patient is passed out in a barrel-" I pointed my thumb to where Jill had shoved that knocked out girl, "And I'm still a stitched up hostage being hunted by a squid man, I don't think we're going to have an easy time getting out."
"You only have one smoke bomb left." Mittens commented, opening her bag,
"Let's just fight our way out!" Jill said, standing on the table, "They only got grunts around here! We got a witch!"
"At best I can restrain and daze people with my spellcraft, I cannot kill anyone."
"Not good enough at it? I see wizards-" Jill started.
"Wizards are not Witches." She said, "I do not kill people with my magic." She stared at Jill until Jill broke and looked elsewhere.
"Adequate Climates Upon The Arrival Of Serene Seasons?" I whistled.
"What's with da bird calls?" Jill asked.
Serene turned to look at me and frowned, though softer than earlier, "I am not a cleric... I'm just a sister. I cannot invoke prayers to the saints."
"Great!" Jill said, "So we're stuck in da middle of dis shitfest with no way out!"
"If force is what we need to escape, then..." Mittens started. She put a hand on my unwounded shoulder, though it was still sore. Her fingers tapped and traced down the chain necklace, stuck to my flesh, "We may be able to invoke the infernal power of Ashkatort?"
"What?!" Serene said, "You mean to torture him again!?" It made me feel a bit better that Serene seemed honestly upset at the prospect.
"Oh. No. I was intending to have sex with him." Mittens said, "When I had sex with him earlier, he held out the power for quite some time. If what Nill said was incorrect, then its possible that Callum has a high upper limit for storage of this infernal energy."
I had, of course, relayed my story to them by now. Well... I might've left out a few of the screaming bits, and added a better quip or two.
"WHAT?!" Serene squawked. What I could see of her face was turning red, but she covered it swiftly.
"I'm in!" Jill announced.
"I assumed you would be." Mittens agreed.
"Storing the power?" I asked. I decided to break this up into segments, to better comprehend what this witch was saying, "I... guess I was, it felt like I was being restrained, not just by you, but like... on my soul."
"That was you holding it in." Mittens said, "I believe so, at least. If you can continue to restrain the power through progressive sexual activity, you may be able to unleash it upon any guards who prove resistant to my mesmerization." She offered.
"Here?! Now?!" Serene said, "You came up with this idea back at the police station too! You just want to have sex with him!" She accused.
"No." Mittens said.
"Gee, thanks." I muttered.
"It is a sound theory and I wish to test it. Otherwise we will all be captured by the Thieves Guild."
"Enslaved, prolly..." Jill added.
"Mmm..." Mittens mumbled, "Possibly... probably not. Slavery is quite strongly despised in Melodia. They'll likely just kill you three."
"Oh, great." Jill said, "Dat makes me feel way better ‘bout it."
"Why are you so certain they wouldn't hurt you?" Serene asked.
Mittens stared at her for a full ten seconds before saying, "They know better than to harm a witch."
"Ah." Jill said. "Yeah, makes sense."
"So we have a single option, as I said. It seems very straightforward."
"Can't we just... uhm..." Serene started, then made a few vague motions with her wings. "I mean, remember how he got free?"
"You are NOT stabbing me." I glared at her, "I think I've taken a lot more for the team than I ought to so far."
"There is no team!" Serene said, offended, "I am merely a sumeritan bystander who wants to help."
"Then you can handle his testicles." Mittens offered, patting my sore shoulder to emphasize it.
"No!" Serene flapped her wings.
"Keep watch den, killjoy!" Jill made a shooing motion with her hands, "Tell us if dere are more losahs coming!" She hopped off the table and stood to my side, reaching over the chair to grab my belt and start undoing it.
I wondered if I'd actually manage to hold onto any infernal power, if I could focus any demonic magic. I managed it in the torture room, but not very well before then. Just a little finger gun to knock guys out might be enough to get us time to escape… besides, if I backed out of a threeway this good, I think my libido would find a way to strangle me to death.
"Alright you asshole..." I tapped the gem, "Help me the fuck out here." There was a pulse of warmth which felt somewhat reassuring. I pulled my pants down and kicked them off as well as my shoes.
Serene blushed again and turned right around, her face towards the door. She was now mumbling, saying some kind of Shian Prayer. I listened as well as I could as Mittens got down on her knees to my side.
"Praise be unto my goddess, may she be with me forever, may she guard my soul, may my work be great and my prayers many. No evil shall befall me, and no plague shall come near my dwelling-"
Well shit, that does a load for a guy's self esteem. I grimaced even as the girls got to work.
"I believe you have grown larger since earlier tonight." Mittens commented as she grabbed my prick by the base, lifting it. I spread my legs for her access, and the two adjusted themselves in front of me. Mittens soft paw rode up and down my length, gently stroking it.
"Hell yeah it has! I'm... intimately familiar wit Callum, and he's a lot heavier than last time... and, uh... redder." She noted, looking at my shaft as it stood up.
I curled my toes slightly as I reached a full erection in no time. I was no lightweight, but I felt a bit light headed. My cock had definitely gotten bigger. I wasn't against the idea, of course, but I mean, I think I'd take my old size back if it meant the damn thing wasn't glowing.
"Do you see this?" Mittens said, tracing a finger just above my scrotum.
"Ah-ahh..." I sighed.
"Oooh! Ey, dat kinda looks like da necklace!" Jill said, peering at my balls.
"It is the mark of Ashkatort." Mittens said, "Infernal beings often leave their victims marked, this devil of Pleasure and Pain is no different."
"Well, I hope Ashkatort's lookin’ fah a good time~!" Jill smiled before dragging her tongue across my sack. She worked it up and down around the base of my cock, licking all over where I had assumed the mark to be. She even planted a few kisses, her nose grinding across my inner thigh.
I glared at my chest as it started vibrating with warmth, "H-Hey! Don't suck off this demon bastard!"
Unauthorized use of content: if you find this story on Amazon, report the violation.
"Big words from a guy who cucked me wit a witch." Jill snickered, "I think if Ashkatort's gonna be a really good guy and help us get out of here, I ought to show him a good time..." She put on her best shmoozing voice as she cuddled her cheek against my cock.
I glared again at the sudden pulses of heat from my chest, "Shut up..." I spat out of the side of my mouth, hoping the demon cunt could hear me.
Jill wrapped her mouth around my balls, her lips clamping down on my scrotum as her tongue began to work across and massage my nuts. The shlupping of her saliva against me was pleasure enough, a powerwashing for my crotch, but Mittens wanted more.
She dragged her tongue up and down my length as she undid her belt, tossing it away before pulling her dress up and over her head. The witch hat was, of course, immediately replaced. But she got back to my cock instantly. Her lips traced up and down the length's side, kissing and licking where she could, teasing the glowing veins, worshiping the shaft.
I felt tickling from her whiskers as they flicked off of my own bush, her soft mouth dragging across me and then kissing the rim of my head. She took the tip against her tongue and started licking back and forth over it. Suckling on it after that.
I let my hand fall onto Jill, since I'd need to remove the witch hat to pet the cat. Doing that was an action not to be taken lightly. I pet my goblin instead, pulling her closer to my crotch. Her nose was buried against my pubes while her lips tightly held onto my sack, pulling gently and letting her tongue pass back and forth over it. She let out soft vibrations from her throat as she gargled on them, swishing them around between her cheeks.
Mittens dragged her tongue back down my cock, slobbering along the length just as Jill brought her mouth up, pulling up my length opposed to the witch. Their tongues met for only a moment before they began rhythmically and harmonically pushing and pulling up my shaft. One tongue was smooth and slick, the other textured and rough, but both were hungry. A mess of panting and licking began to fill the room.
Their tongues finally met fully when they both reached my tip. Passion entered Mittens usually cold stare as her lips engrossed my cockhead and met against Jill doing the same. They began to kiss in a sapphic passion. The fact that my cock happened to be between them didn't seem to detract from it.
I let my gaze drift up away from the sight, a heresy to be sure. But I saw Serene snap her head away as soon as I locked eyes with her mask. She returned to muttered prayers, though a subtle shaking twitched at her knees.
I grabbed the back of Jill and Mittens heads, keeping their mouths pressed against my cock, their tongues continually interlocking and twisting about each others, their lips just barely meeting over my twitching head. The sensitivity was driven through the roof as demonic heat, not to mention natural throbbing, ran up its length.
Their shliping and shlicking was met with further sounds of enjoyment below. Jill's hand was firmly between her legs, her fingers working the lips of her cunt. Mittens definitely had her hand between her thighs, pumping her cute girlcock. She spasmed as a loss of composure came with a twitching orgasm, spurting a small string of tgirl jizz across the concrete floor.
Jill held out though, her tongue much more used to the taste of my dick, much more experienced with working me. She made mouth love to my shaft and broke the kiss to fully engulf it, taking inch after inch deep into her throat before pulling off.
Mittens dove down right after, pushing down about halfway before pulling off with a gasp. My orgasm came immediately after, and the two's tongues met again around the rim of my head to tease out spurts of jizz. My cum stuck to their faces in hot strands, a nice shot getting and sticking off of the witch's hat. It hung there for a moment, but it immediately slipped off onto my thigh through some kind of witchcraft or another.
It was only then I was fully aware of the veins running up and down my arms. I felt a strange renewed strength in them. None of it was good, all of it was definitely bent on further conquest, further bloodshed, further sex. This kind of uber masculine barbarian rage stuff was definitely not my style. The necklace didn’t care, though. I restrained myself by grabbing the edges of my seat, my cock not even breaking stride with flaccidity.
I felt the urge, to rape, to kill, to torment and inflict pain. But I swallowed it, I swallowed it all down. The burning flame made a pit in my stomach as I somehow managed to contain it as raw energy. Energy I would certainly find a use for soon enough.
"I believe it is working." Mittens commented.
"Hell yeah it is! Heheh! Dis demon's a lightweight dough… bet he can't handle me~."
"Bet..." I grunted out, not knowing where the word came from.
"Bet!" Jill agreed.
"Anything, as long as it continues to build the infernal power. We may then have to… quickly get out of its way, though." Mittens said as Jill grabbed my hips and climbed onto my lap.
Her plump goblin ass dragged up and down my length, teasing it with her weight and pressure. Mittens assisted, settling right between my legs and gripping my shaft. She pushed it forward, dragging the head across my girlfriend's taint and lips before Jill plunged downwards.
Her twin tails bounced up and down, not to mention the rest of her chubby body, as she started hopping my cock. Her feet were firmly clamped at the sides of the chair, holding on with her claws dug into the wood, allowing her thighs to squat up and down. If there was one thing she was skilled at doing, it was knocking people out. If there were two things though, squatting would come in at a silver medal.
I grabbed onto her ass, my hands digging in to the fat butt as I forced her deep, right to hilt. My shaft was buried in her cunt, drilling for ore at the back of her orifice. God that wasn’t even a good pun. I sort of remember totally losing any sense of reality at that point. I was fucking my fiancee’s hot hairy goblin pussy, cut me some slack.
"I wonder if the fertility tincture will affect this..." Mittens wondered allowed. Her palm was examining my ballsack, fondling it with a proprietorial air, gently pulling when I was fully hilted inside the chubby goblin that would one day be my wife.
"Don't... care!" I grunted out.
"Awww~! Yer so sweet~!" Jill's face met mine in a deep kiss. I tasted some salt of my own seed, but if you find that discomforting you shouldn't be getting blowjobs in the first place. “You’re gonna be a great daddy some day, Callum…” She said with a break of the kiss, but pushed her mouth back against mine for a few moments.
I landed a hard spank on her, forcing her to pull away to shout in pleasure mixed with a giggle.
"Nnghh..." Came a grunt from the door. I didn't bother to look at Serene, I knew her legs were shaking, I knew she was grumbling and twitching. All I really hoped was that she was enjoying the show. There was something deep inside of me demanding I take her virginity by force… but, she wasn’t even a virgin. That demon asshole really should’ve been paying attention.
Suddenly, I felt the rough tongue of a cat across my balls, Mittens digging in likely out of boredom or to perform another examination of unknown designs. I could hear her breathing heavily as she started to suckle and nip at my balls with her cute kitty mouth.
It didn't stop Jill of course, who would happily plap her way through the apocalypse with me. I thrust up, dragging my balls across Mittens face a few times before she firmly clamped her lips around them and began gargling.
"Y-Yer definitely bigger than before, Cal..." Jill said.
"Don't get used to it!" I grunted out, ramming upwards, "I'm getting rid of this bastard first damn chance I get!"
"Well-" Jill started.
I silenced her with another hard spank, forcing a squeal and giggle from her.
I stood suddenly, hoisting her with me. My hips went insane without much interference from my brain. I heard the plaps and her giggles, but was entirely lost in the pleasure, the heat coursing across my body, the demon that was vicariously experiencing it and forcing me to get deeper, rougher.
My balls swung across the witch's face as she leaned back. I felt her soft face back and forth across my sensitive sack, and heard her sighs and moans as she licked or breathed me. One of her paws was gripping my ass while the other was firmly on her own cock, stroking with speed as she enjoyed my taste.
I grunted with a sudden ferocity as I met a new speed, bouncing Jill against my crotch again and again and again before suddenly releasing. She let loose a sigh of relief and a further unending giggle filled with drooling relief. Her body clenched around me, holding me in as I shot a load of hot demonic spunk into her body and flooded her goblin body with my warmth. What drooled out landed across Mittens' face. The sounds, and feeling, of her licking around my base gave full indication she enjoyed the facial.
I landed back onto the chair and Jill slid off. Her giggling ended with a grunt of annoyance. "It's still hard?" She said, trailing between huffs of hot foggy air.
Mittens was suddenly not between my legs, but on her feet. She had a palm firmly on the shoulder of the shian, who was stumbling before her.
"Nn- Ah-" The harpy shian muttered indistinctly as she was brought before me, and pushed to kneel before something she likely had never knelt before. My throbbing cock hung over her like a false idol, drooling its post cum across its twice slicked surface, smelling of saliva and goblin in equal measure.
Before you judge me, I would obviously ask for enthusiastic consent in most cases, unlike Mittens, but do remember I was not entirely in control of my libido or body at the time. However, there was certainly an amount of trepidation shared between me and the infernal power that was flooding the veins up my cock.
I wasn't certain I wanted to have any sexual relations with this harpy, not only because she was kind of a bitch at times, but because I cared for her and didn't want to coerce her into anything. The drool streaming off of the corner of her lip gave me a good reason to ignore this instinct. The demon was probably worried this was some kind of holy ritual, but at the same time, fucking a priestess has got to be something a demon like it’d like, right?
I felt her mouth work over my tip in swift laps and cute little sucks, pushing up and down over the rim as her wings wrapped around the chair. She couldn't aim my cock, a lack of hands proving a nonstarter for that, and rather had to rely on how absolutely rock hard I was for her.
Her tongue pushed down as she suddenly, and with no ceremony, throated me. It was as though her entire throat had opened up to allow me entrance. It tightly clamped around my length as she sucked hard and pulled up. She pushed right back down with the full throating power and allowed her tongue to drag across my balls.
I was totally lost at that point and gave up looking at her. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of her mouth working up and down my throbbing cock. Hot spurts of jizz from my previous orgasm were quickly pulled up and swallowed down, each hilt forcing a loud glk of satisfaction from the priestess.
I could hear the cooing of the other girls, though Jill was stumbling over words of encouragement, seeing as how Serene needed very little to absolutely dominate the blowjob skills of either of my other companions. Were I able to actually hear Mittens over the sound of Serene, I expected her usual deadpan might be replaced with at least some irritation over the surprising skill.
"Uh. Yeah. Dat's- uh... wow." Jill said, quickly losing steam and watching the display.
"Hm." Mittens mustered as Serene fully engulfed my cock and bounced her head right at the base for a solid ten seconds before yanking up again.
Serene twisted her head slightly, wiggling her lips around my dick as she pulled all the way off with a loud pop. She let loose a short giggle of pleasure before pushing right back down. No longer was she simply lost in lust, she was actually enjoying herself. This knowledge only added to the hot sensations that were booming out from my thighs and flooding up to my heart. It pumped with a fire not unlike a funeral pyre to memories of blowjobs past. This was the life.
She began to drink me all up, her tongue dragging circles around my cock as she stayed fully hilted, tilting her head this way and that, massaging the flesh and muscle of my cock with subtle tightenings up and down her throat.
It came to my mind that harpies throats were adept at swallowing things because they were birds of prey and likely had to be able to eat certain small creatures without stopping to chew. I thought of pelicans and owls and any number of birds in a faulty attempt to stave off the inevitable.
Not a drop of my cum escaped Serene's desperate mouth. The moment I fell over the edge and my cock twitched, she was down at my base. Her wings fluttered over me, the ticklish feathers passing over my sensitive hot skin as she swallowed again and again and again. My cock was nothing but a feeding tube, pumping its final load down her throat.
I felt the fire surge through my veins, the power engulf my heart, becoming fully immersed in the power of infernal magic.
"Ahem."
Serene froze, her lips still pressed against my crotch.
I turned my gaze up to the door. There stood Nill, looking very unhappy, and holding a small box about the size of his hand. This was in contrast to the punchinello to his right, who was already laughing, the only thing held in their hand was a gun, pointed at me.