COMMISSION: Demonology, Legerdemain (p.2)
Added 2021-07-25 00:50:37 +0000 UTCAuthor's Notes: And we arrive at the grand finale! Ta-daaaaaa!
This takes place INSTANTLY where p.1 leaves off, so feel free to refresh yourself if necessary!
[fu/fu] [PWP] [more tags below]
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Areesia Sunfeather lay back on the bed a moment more, the scarlet-haired blood elf catching her breath as she recovered from the remarkable blowjob she’d just gotten from her current ‘dance partner.’ Licking her lips, she finally sat up fully, pulling up to set her back against the wall at the head of the lavish bed the Legerdemain Lounge had provided. She eyed the predatory grin being given to her by Zy’lia Starfallen, the Illidari she’d met, who was now drawing a little closer, crawling on all fours like a panther on the hunt.
“Well, then?” the kaldorei purred, brushing a thick wave of her shaggy indigo hair from her face, leering at the blood elf through the dark, close-fit goggles she wore to hide her eyes. “You said the first to go down is the first to do the fucking, yes...? So are you going to bend over, or shall I spread those little legs apart and show you what a real elf can do?”
“Hmm... I could,” Areesia cooed back, crossing her legs demurely to that Zy’lia could still see the sin’dorei’s stiff, glistening girldick peeking out from between her thighs. “But on second thought, I’ve changed my mind. I’ve had your mouth... and I think I want your ass, too.”
Zy’lia’s expression was one of confusion, then surprise as she felt sudden locks clasp around her wrists and ankles -- shadowy, fel-green chains extending from manacles made manifest, lashing themselves to the ceiling and floor. In a flash of dark magical energy, the chains shortened abruptly, drawing the Illidari’s arms upward and outward, locking her naked body into a standing, immobile X-shape. “Oh, I suppose you think this is terribly funny,” she rasped, bound and on display, her full chest heaving with lustful frustration, her massive elven cock still hard and at attention. For the moment, though, neither were what Areesia was interested in.
“Funny? Not especially,” Areesia smiled darkly as she pulled up and off the bed, making her way around to stand behind the night elf. Hands slid up the other woman’s body from her hips to her sides, cupping both round, tattooed breasts and giving them a squeeze, thumbs brushing along those pierced, rosy nipples. “But to have you at my command like this, my plaything... I do certainly find pretty fucking hot. Not to mention very easy. You Illidari always seem to forget that there are people trained to bind those with demonic enhancements.”
“And I assume you think we never figured out a way to counteract them?” Zy’lia replied, her voice going a little lower for a moment -- feral, threatening, though not uncorrupted by the heat of lust that had been building all this time. “Let’s see what you’re able to do with that cock of yours, then, sin’dorei... let’s see if it will have been worth my...” she paused, showing off her fangs in a husky chuckle, “...retaliation.”
Giving the demon hunter’s full tits another affectionate squeeze from behind, Areesia pressed forward, squishing the length of her stiff shaft up between Zy’lia’s asscheeks. Still wet and messy from the kaldorei’s saliva and a fair deal of her own spunk, the throbbing thing was as lubricated as it would need to be for whatever she wanted to do with it... and as she began to grind it into Zy’lia’s rear, that intent became highly apparent. “Yes, let’s.” Delivering a playful kiss to Zy’lia’s back and firmly squeezing one of her nipples, Areesia realigned the tip of her member to press against the Illidari’s snug back entrance, pushing -- then, with a moan of pleasure and a sharp gasp from Zy’lia herself, invading the other woman’s back passage with a single forceful forward thrust.
“Hnnnh--!” Zy’lia sucked in a sharp breath, biting her lower lip as she felt the other woman thrust into her, her backside tightening down hard around the invading girlcock and holding it deep inside. In all honesty, she likely would have bottomed if asked politely, but being chained like this... it was insulting in one sense, exhilarating in another. There was no denying that Areesia’s cock felt amazing inside of her, and as the warlock drew out and thrust back in, one hand clinging to Zy’lia’s hip while the other persisted in roughly massaging her breast, the rising pleasure inside of her was difficult to ignore.
“Oh, you like this more than you thought, don’t you?” Areesia crooned, licking along the side of Zy’lia’s throat as she thrust in again, and again, shuddering as she felt the slick walls of the night elf’s tight ass slide back and forth the length of her cock. “I can feel the way you squeeze and twitch around me... mmn, and look, you’re still hard, too. If I was feeling generous, I might be willing to help you play with this...” one hand drifted from Zy’lia’s hip, around her waist, to let her fingertips tease with playful, feather-light touches around the base of the Illidari’s stiff girldick, never enough to grant more stimulation than a frustrating tickle. “Maybe if you ask nicely, I’ll think about it.”
“You think I can’t cum from a cock in my ass alone?” Zy’lia chuckled darkly, “Hah! You blood elves must be even more decadent than I thought.” She saw the game Areesia was trying to play. It was one she knew the rules to, but not she was intent on being a good sport about. Inhaling, she instead opted to thrust her hips backwards, ramming her ass against the warlock behind her to swallow that cock with her tight hole, increasing the tempo of Areesia’s thrusts in a way that couldn’t be controlled. She didn’t have much power in this situation -- not yet -- but she had enough to keep Areesia on her toes.
“People always act like decadence is such a dirty word,” Areesia purred back, thrusting forward hard and adjusting her grip on the other elf, now less groping, more clinging on for dear life. Zy’lia was ramming her hips backwards with remarkable force, her tight ass engulfing Areesia’s shaft again and again. Actually thrusting forward herself began to seem, if not redundant, exhausting for the warlock, and Areesia soon found herself opting just to keep herself buried as deeply as possible and let Zy’lia do the work. If she wanted to power-bottom, she could feel free to exhaust herself while the sin’dorei reaped all the benefits. Winding her leg around one of the Illidari’s, she anchored herself even more securely into place, letting out a hot, breathy moan as she felt that tight hole rush back and forth across her throbbing girldick again and again, the squelching sounds of their ‘union’ only barely drowned out by Zy’lia’s snarling moans and Areesia’s own heavy panting.
“Hnnngh... is that all you’ve got?” Zy’lia hissed back over her shoulder, her backside clenching down around Areesia’s shaft before she took a few more rough slams against it, driving the thing inside of her harder, deeper. “Even with me chained, you’re starting to lose control. Are you so quick to give up? I thought you -- hnn! -- wanted this, sin’dorei. Why don’t you prove it?”
“All that talk, yet you’re still bound to me,” the warlock snapped back, nails digging into Zy’lia’s hips as she pumped back in, meeting the night elf’s backward thrusts with several rough ones of her own. In all honesty, though, she was quickly beginning to feel the effects of the kaldorei’s frantic pushback, and despite her recent climax in the Illidari’s mouth, she could feel another soon on the way. “Nnh... and you’ll continue to be until I’ve filled this tight ass with every remaining drop of my seed!”
Zy’lia inhaled sharply as the other elf redoubled her efforts, rivulets of emerald flame beginning to trickle out from around her goggles as the darkness within her began to take hold. As both pleasure and frustration grew, so did the profane energy that had corrupted her body. Her unattended girlcock remained rock-hard, bobbing and swaying vertically or in lazy ovals each time Areesia’s hips impacted with her backside, that sleek, throbbing dick ramming into her ass again and again, pushing buttons that she’d not had pushed in some time.
As she struggled to hold on, though, she felt what she’d been awaiting -- the sensation of pulsating within her, as Areesia’s member swelled and throbbed, unleashing a thick, sticky bolt of cum into the demon hunter’s backside, followed by a second, then a third, then a fourth. It flooded her snug asshole, burbling around Areesia’s shaft as it sought out any available space, finally beginning to drip free entirely. Zy’lia shuddered with excitement as she felt the creamy spunk trickle along her taint and down between the inner slopes of her balls, truly defiling her with the sin’dorei’s spunk.
“Hahh... fhhh...” Areesia breathed out, holding in deep for a long moment before finally letting her cock slip free of the kaldorei’s back entrance, laying her head against Zy’lia’s back and pawing lazily at the Illidari’s tits from behind. Her voice lilting with an almost intoxicated satisfaction, she continued to murmur into the other woman’s body. “There we go... that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“No...” Zy’lia grinned darkly, showing off pointed fangs that the blood elf couldn’t see. “But it’s about to be.” With a growl, her skin began to ripple and darken, taking on dusky bluish undertones as she shifted, expanded. A flex of her arms caused the shackles to shatter as if they had never existed, fading into wisps of fel nothingness as the demon hunter’s transformation began to overcome her. Short horns lengthened, green flame burning through the dark lenses of her goggles, making them glow like an electric light behind shaded green glass.
Shaking off the final remnants of binding energy from her wrists, Zy’lia finally turned, her fanged leer looming over the blood elf as her transformation completed. Lean muscle became more robust, slim claws now extended from her fingertips, and to Areesia’s greatest dismay, what had been a single thick, hard cock... was now two. A second, identical shaft had sprouted just above the first, equal in size and shape, its destination called decidedly into question. Areesia swallowed hard, backpedaling a step as she looked up at the looming demon hunter, a pang of fear only barely managing to spike through a strange arousal building in her -- Zy’lia may have been imposing, feral, but she was also as sexy as ever... in a way, perhaps more so. “I suppose you aren’t interested in talking about this?”
“I’m happy to let you choose which position you want me to fuck you in,” Zy’lia’s voice boomed, now lower, more gravelly, yet another thing altered by her dark transformation. “Beyond that? No.”
“I mean... you don’t actually plan to use both of those ri--?”
“Not the conversation I offered,” Zy’lia interrupted, grin widening. “Looks like it’s my pick, warlock.” In a flash of demonic speed, the transformed kaldorei had closed the short gap between Areesia and herself, taking hold of her by two points -- the throat, and waist. In an instant, she’d turned the other woman around and forced her to the ground, on her knees, with her face pressed into the inn’s wooden floor and her ass up in the air. Her cock had partially softened after cumming twice, sticky with her own seed, but that wasn’t what Zy’lia was after. “Don’t worry... I’ll start with just one.”
“Ooh, it looks like you -- nngh! -- have a bit of a devil in you, after all,” Areesia groaned as she was pinned to the floor, hands planted in front of her to keep her face from being pushed too hard into the ground. “I don’t mind a little rough play....” Playing innocent was a gamble, to be certain, largely depending on how many hard feelings there were after she’d bound Zy’lia against her will. Now, there was clearly no point in trying to use magic to turn the tide -- the Illidari had shown that, at least in this new, improved form, such sorcery wouldn’t go off as easily as the sin’dorei wanted. Her best bet to pretend this was all simply part of a kinky game that she still thought was being played.
“We’ll see how long that attitude sticks, mm?” The night elf licked her lips, mounting Areesia’s prostrated figure and lining up the top-most of her two cocks with the warlock’s thus far unused backside, spitting a trail of shimmering saliva along her shaft before she began to press forward. There was a tense groan from the blood elf beneath her -- uncertainty rising to discomfort, then fading into acceptance, and finally pleasure as the thick demonic scepter sunk into her ass, inch after inch driving inside of her, filling up her slutty little elven hole with pulsing girlmeat.
“Nnnnnhhh~!” Areesia gasped, clenching her teeth, then forcing herself to relax as that huge thing slid into her. Zy’lia’s transformation seemed to have increased not only the number of her cocks, but their individual mass as well, and even just one of them was already pushing her tight asshole to its limits. She panted out hotly, clenching around it, her own half-hard member flexing and bobbing as it lost any sense of how it was even meant to react. Areesia had already gotten off twice -- on a good day, that would be plenty for her, but this kaldorei bitch was taking her for a ride whether she’d paid admission or not. “Fuuuhhckkk... it’s so big, it’s so big...!”
“Just wait ‘til I shove the second one in,” Zy’lia let out a husky chuckle, drawing her hips back before slamming back inside, cramming her enormous girldick into the warlock’s upturned rear until not an inch of it was visible. The thrust itself also brought the lowermost of her two members into loose contact with Areesia’s dangling dong, bumping across her balls to saw against the underside of her sticky, worn-out cock, bullying it with her far larger one each time she’d plough her hips forward. “Just need to make sure you’re loose enough that I don’t break somethin’, that always spoils a good time....”
Areesia bit down on her lower lip, eyes rolling back slightly as the demon hunter began to truly take out her frustrations on her. Slow, deep thrusts grew faster and faster while growing no less thorough, a brutal barrage of drilling motions forcing the blood elf’s asshole to adapt or perish, adjusting to the size and clinging sweetly and wetly to its meaty conqueror. Each collision brought Zy’lia’s bottom member into contact with Areesia’s, as well, bumping and pushing up against her smaller shaft again and again, preventing her from ever truly going fully limp. “Fuck, fuck, fuck... ffuuhuuccckKkk...!” she whined out, her brief facade of confidence broken already in the face of being roughly assfucked by a member of the Illidari -- though while any illusion of confidence or control may have shattered, she wouldn’t describe herself as having any sort of bad time. It had been decades -- perhaps centuries -- since she’d just been taken like this, her ass seized as the property of another and used for all it was worth.
Her hoarse moans were strangled away as Zy’lia grabbed her by the ponytail, yanking her head back and pulling up a little closer, slamming that cock forward to root it as deeply as possible into Areesia’s devastated hole. “Now... let’s see how stretchy you are.” The other hand moved from the blood elf’s hip, to force one finger into her backside, then a second, stuffing them in alongside her own cock with a perverse growl. “Good enough to take all of me, I’d say. You made it this far -- why not push you to your limits?”
“Wait, you...” Areesia breathed out, hesitant, but... part of her wanted it, wanted to experience this. There was no wiggling out of this, not anymore, so shouldn’t she just enjoy the ride for what it was worth? Another moment’s uncertainty, and the warlock planted her hands at her sides to shift herself, moving slowly so as not to be interrupted. After a moment, she’d turned fully to lay on her back, lifting her legs and reaching both hands downwards to spread her buttcheeks, her little hole already invaded by one massive shaft and her twitching member laying untouched against her belly. “Alright, kaldorei bitch. You wanna see my limits...” she paused, breathed, then fixed her fiery gaze back up onto Zy’lia’s leering face. “Then let’s see them.”
“For once, I like your attitude,” the Illidari chuckled, unchallenged and unperturbed. She had offered Areesia her choice of position, after all, and it seemed she’d finally collected on that offer. Sliding one shaft out, she readjusted her aim, sitting up on her knees and spreading them a bit to get into a lower stance. Winding her fingers around both shafts, she pressed the double-barreled junction of the pair against Areesia’s glistening, winking back entrance, and slowly shoved forward, drinking in the blood elf’s expression of agonized rapture as she pushed both massive girlcocks into her ass at once.
“NnnnnGAHH~!” Areesia gasped, throwing her head back against the floor, her cock twitching as she felt Zy’lia’s twin cannons enter her, filling her in a way she’d never thought possible. A thin splurt of milky fluid dripped from the end of her own member and onto her stomach, forced from her as her body tried to figure out what was going on. She’d never experienced something this intense before, but... she couldn’t say she disliked it. The demon hunter was wasting no time, either, in resuming her old rhythm, both fat girlcocks beginning to saw in and out of her ass at a pace that started slow, but was quickly gaining speed. “FuckfuckfuUUuuckk... b-by the Sunwell...!”
“I have to say, I’m a little bit impressed...” Zy’lia let out a soft laugh, though her voice was growing more breathy now, each word a half-moan as pleasure built in her. Despite taking on the essence of someone dominant and in-control, she wasn’t immune to the delights of her own harvest -- ecstasy shot through her body with each deep thrust into the warlock’s backside, both cocks like fleshy pylons, conduits jacked into the same power source and drawing from it an endless wellspring of pleasure. She could feel it tingling all along her body, setting her alight, making her heart race in her tattooed chest. “I wasn’t sure I’d be able to get all the way inside without something breaking. Perhaps your kind are more pliable than I thought, mm?”
“Mmnph... just... s-shut up and fuck me...!” Areesia hissed back, hands still keeping her ass spread so that Zy’lia could invade her rear entrance without any unnecessary extra friction, though her mind was racing with options on how to spice things up even more. Zy’lia had the upper hand, that was clear, and no magic was going to bind or control her while she was like this. But... she may still be able to fight back in another way. A more fun way.
Closing her eyes, the sin’dorei gritted her teeth and murmured a few words under her breath -- phrases so guttural and meaningless they’d be difficult to distinguish from groans appropriate to the heat of the moment. Summoning what little mental presence she had left, she hissed out the spell, and summoned something much more palpable... a whiff of ozone and hot metal followed.
It was only then that Zy’lia noticed something amiss, the night elf narrowing her eyes a moment. “What are you doing...?” she growled, but the answer was presented quickly, in the form of several long tendrils beginning to wind around her arms, thighs, and waist, mottled black and green with the texture of demon’s flesh, not unlike that which Zy’lia currently sported herself. Behind her, she could hear the churning and slurping sounds of the rift they‘d been summoned through, a portal to an endless place from which the profane could spool forth unbidden and do what it did best. “You seek to bind me again, warlock?” she chuckled.
“Not bind...” Areesia panted, biting her lip, still holding both of the Illidari’s dicks to the hilt in her ass. “But you’ll have to choose whether to fend them off, or keep fucking me... and let them fuck you back.”
“Nnnrrgh...” the kaldorei snarled briefly as the fel tentacles began to grow more aggressive, more invasive, one snaking between her breasts while another wound around them, squeezing them together to provide a more snug valley for its fellow. They all seemed to work together, more representative of a hive mind than many single individuals, operating in tandem for a single goal.
Zy’lia was not fazed, though, her momentary pause dissolving as she realized Areesia’s gambit was a fair one -- to swat the appendages away would be to sacrifice her attention upon the blood elf herself, and that was not a sacrifice she was willing to make... particularly when the tendrils were doing no real harm. With a lustful growl, she resumed her forward thrusts, driving her pair of dripping cocks back into Areesia’s abused hole even as one of those slippery, insidious tentacles made its way into her own ass, beginning to pump at a pace a little quicker than her own.
“You... think these will distract me...” the Illidari panted, picking up her own rate-of-fire to match that of the tentacles thrusting and grinding at various parts of her, fucking her ass and tits, one now winding around her balls, another even making its way between her thighs. “You just... hahaha... spur me on. Let’s see how much punishment this ass can take!”
Areesia’s back arched as the demon hunter made good on her promise, thrusting in hard and fast, wrecking her with those two massive poles again and again, one hand gripping her waist while the other roughly groped and massaged one of her perky tits. Moan escalated to scream, soon eclipsing even Zy’lia’s own as the kaldorei battled against two sources of pleasure -- that of the armada of tentacles insistently violating her from every angle, and that of her own double-cocks rocketing in and out of Areesia’s defenseless backdoor.
Despite being two orgasms behind, Zy’lia made up for her setback with her ultimate explosion. The Illidari threw her horned head back, letting out a bestial, demonic roar as both cocks erupted in a fusillade of spunk, shot after shot glugging out of both shafts, flooding Areesia’s ass before the kaldorei finally pulled out, unloading the last several sticky bolts over the warlock’s naked, quivering body. The climax was met in kind, too, by a weaker zenith from Areesia herself, her slender member stiffening and spasming for the third time tonight, though only coating herself with a few weak, sticky silk-strands of her delicate elven cum.
Everything was quiet for a moment as both women came to terms not only with the release of their pleasure, but their exhaustion -- Zy’lia tried desperately to hold her demonic form, but the winded elf found her transformation ending, reverting her to the slender figure Areesia had initially met downstairs. For Areesia, her grip over the rift she’d created collapsed, and the tentacles she’d brought into this world were forced back to the realm from which they’d come.
Neither had the energy even to make it to the bed, but collapsed, naked, panting, and sticky, on the inn floor. “Not bad, sin’dorei bitch,” Zy’lia breathed.
“Likewise, kaldorei whore,” Areesia rasped, limbs splayed in every direction.
“Wanna do this again next week?”
“I’ll be there.”
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