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"Yess, yess, let it bind itself to you, let it drink from the fountain of your flesh." The demon mother's voice hissed in my ear, it's putrescent scent overpoweringly close. And then it kissed me, overcome by its own despicable desires and wanting some of what I was giving its young thing. It's tongue slithered and swam in my mouth, filling it entirely, darting even down my throat. I couldn't breath, couldn't see, my mind seemed clouded, and I realized that I was perhaps dying, but still the pleasure of my body grew so that I wanted to moan more than I wanted to breath. Which I did, moaning around the tongue that had invaded my mouth. Perhaps realizing that it was killing me it finally withdrew and I gasped for precious breath even as the tempo of the beast that fucked me began to increase into its final crescendo. Pulse. It filled me. Pulse. It withdrew. Pulse. Pulse. And ever the relentless sucking, rubbing, vibrating pressure on my clit, if one organ can feel all these sensations at once. And just when I thought I would die of pleasure if it didn't abate, when I was sure the world ended and began in my cunt, with my mouth wide open as I grunted and drooled and screamed and sobbed; it ended. The beast stilled. The intrusions dissappeared into itself, its undulations stopped entirely. My cunt spasmed reflexively, grabbing for some sensation. I sobbed, wanting completion so bad I thought I'd go insane, my hand scrabbling uselessly against the chitinous back of the creature. "Please, oh god, please, more, please more, god please." Unmindful of my humiliation, I begged to be fucked.
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