Demon Dicks

Co written by Samantha Robbins

The room felt calm in the Creneth household. Then the clock hit six in the morning, and Andrea’s eyes opened. While her hands were already groping and feeling up her cock, her mind was elsewhere. Her body moved with the ease and tranquility of a woman with no scruples about her often wild plans, and the firmness of a creature of such rigid determination that no man or woman could deter her. She crawled out of her bed, making sure not to disturb the sleeping Markus and moved with the agility of a cat. By the time everyone had woken up, it was too late. 

“Morning Jeanne.” Markus leaned over and kissed his second wife with a tender kiss, putting her hand on the blonde’s warm cheeks. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah..” Jeanne rubbed her eyes and sat up. “Where’s Andrea?”

Andrea’s “masturbation room” in the mansion was full of dildos and vibrators and those cock-suits she loved so much. The walls were painted a dark, deep purple, as the color was thought to bring out emotions of calm and tranquility. Andrea smiled to herself and leaned under the bed. Her hands touched upon something stretchy, but firm. Andrea pulled it out, and gazed with wonder and awe at the demonic face that stared back. She revealed it further, marveling at the two unbelievably huge horsecocks (they were as big as the body itself, actually) to the morning light. A futanari double-horsecock demon. Two giant purple horsecocks next to each other with a ballsack lacking any hair hanging below it, equally as impressive. The legs seemed big and powerful while they ended in hooves, not feet. Both arms had sharp claws/ On the sides there were giant back like wings that were only there for decoration and two dark and twisted looking horns arose from the face

Her lips curled into a wide, unsetting grin.

Andrea bent down and opened up the suit’s asshole. It stretched open with considerable flexibility and she saw with glee that her hand could fit inside. With no small amount of excitement, she pushed her other hand in and opened up the hole fully so that her head and body would fit. She Immediately jumped in headfirst , the anus swallowing her body. It was a gruesome sight as the reverse-anal-voring sucked everything and Andrea merged with the great demoness. She let out a monstrous roar, using both of her new, purple hands to jerk off both of her monsterous cocks simultaneously. The new form was too much and cum flew out like a geyser, soaking the bed and creating a small lake of semen on the floor. 

“Demon Queen Malcath has arrived….” she let out a laughter in her new, menacing sounding voice.

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“Maybe she’s just off in her room masturbating. You know how she is.” Markus had ensured that Andrea had a room of her own where she could freely play with herself without bothering either of them. Of note in the room was the well-maintained instant drainage system for Andrea’s many cumshowers.

“Well, I’m starving. We’ll see her walk in on breakfast or something when she wants attention, like usual.” The two of them got dressed for the day and rode the elevator down to the kitchen, where they started organizing the breakfast table.

Andrea’s, or rather “Malcath’s” powerful stomach rumbled. Feeding time. She stood on her hooves and clopped downstairs, towards the great kitchen. “MARKUS!” She bellowed. “BREAKFAST!”

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Markus immediately held up the knife he was using to chop some onions and held it out against the sudden arrival of the surreal creature. Jeanne literally hid behind him looking as shocked as he was.

“Oh.” Markus sighed. “Of course it’s you.” As Markus laid eyes upon Andrea’s form, he was astonished to see just how massive those erect horsecocks were. They were massive to the point of being a clear liability yet they moved around with ease

Malcath laughed and her head cocked to the side. “Do you like it, Markus? I’ve been wanting to use this for a long while. Her claws stroked her massive poles of meat.

“It’s…different. You even sound demonic…and the glowing eyes are a nice touch.” Markus looked her in the eyes. Her shining eyes lacked pupils, but oozed with yellow energy. “These…two dicks of yours seem way too big. This is using the new superlight technology, right? How else are these two not dragging across the ground?”

“That’s easy.” Andrea replied. “I’m just always erect. As for the eyes, they’re hypnotic! Watch!” She turned her gaze to Jeanne, whom looked absolutely terrified. Malcath flashed the other wife a smile, showing off her sharp teeth.

Markus looked at Jeanne, seeing her relaxing and unwinding, the look in her eyes turning distant and distracted. “Oh, fuck.” Markus looked at Jeanne and snapped his fingers in front of her face. Jeanne didn’t blink.

Malcath turned her gaze back to Markus. “Kinky, right? Do my eyes turn you on, Markus?” Markus closed his eyes, putting the knife away.

“I’m more than willing to play with you dear, but you don’t need to hypnotize me to make it happen.” He calmly leaned back and smiled in her general direction. “But I have to admit…that suit is really impressive.”

Malcath sauntered over to him, placing him between her massive cocks. “Perhaps I could give you some…practice?”

“I’m the real me, Andrea. These two beasts…” he put his hands on both of the enormous cockheads “by look and feel alone, I know they aren’t gonna fit me. My real body doesn’t stretch…and I still gotta eat some breakfast too.”

“Breakfast? Oh…of course. Jeanne! Get me the biggest bowl in the house!” She stroked her little monsters eagerly.

Markus heard Jeanne start to pick something up, but he stayed in place and kept his eyes closed. The smell of two fully erect dicks overwhelmed most of his other senses.

“I don’t want to be hypnotized, dear.”

Malcath lowered her twin cocks to his face. “Maybe just a tiny lick, Markus? Please?”

“Okay, sure. But my eyes remain closed until you promise not to brainwash me, dear.” Markus followed the smell to one of the cockheads and licked it; he knew she loved that slow and sensual stimulation. Surely that would appease her.

Malcath pursed her lips and moaned. “YES! Drink of my…elixr, Markus dear. Make it your own, lest I beg for more.”

“Someone’s getting into character.” It was a bit of prodding and trying until he could find her urethra which dripped cum at a steady rate. He began to lap it up, enjoying Andrea’s semen more and more. “Much better, dear?” He asked.

“This is why you are valued among my highest serv…confidantes, Markus. Drink, Drink! This shall be your hourly meal, and I shall be it’s great provider!” She boasted.

“Look at you using fancy words.” Markus said in between servicing one of his wife’s massive, demonic horsecocks “Guess that one-word-a-day calendar is paying off after all.”

She suddenly lifted him into the air, wetting the top half of his body with a powerful kiss. “Jeanne! Get the Markus skinsuit for me. We’re going to have some fun…dear.” Jeanne dropped the unused bowl on the table and left the room.

“Right. Skinsuit orgy…like usual. Just promise me you won’t mind…trick me like you did with her. I’d like to keep the memories of banging  a demoness.”

“There are no tricks, Markus dear. I shall care for you as if you were my own spawn…”

“Surely that doesn’t sound extremely suspicious.” Markus stated sarcastically, still keeping his eyes shut.

Malcath held him up to her head and slathered his body with her juices. She sat down on the floor and waited for Jeanne to return with the skinsuit. Her long, slippery tongue curled around his fragile…mortal body.

“Oh Jesus, what…what…is that, your tongue? My god…I always knew you were a demon.”

“Quiet yourself…relieve your will upon me, and I shall enact no harm.” She patted his head, messing up Markus’ hair and treating him like a prized pet.

“No, dear. I like the whole demonic angle, but I’m not in the mood to be your little errand boy for however long.” He said so defiantly, hoping that she would listen to him….knowing well his chances weren’t good.

“Errand boy? Nonsense. You talk as if you are of little value…which I can assure you, you are not.” She gave him a long, seductive lick across the cheek. “How dare you misunderstand yourself. You talk as if we are nothing more than playmates. Look into my eyes, and understand our true power.”

Markus sighed. “You’re not going to let me go, are you?”

“No, I am not. You are mine for right now, dear. Accept it. It shall make these hours easier on you.”

“Don’t make me regret this.” Markus opened his eyes and glanced at Andrea’s eyes on purpose. “Or you…” Markus stopped speaking halfway through the implied threat.

“Good. Now let’s wait for Jeanne, shall we?”

“Yes, we shall.” Markus spoke without any intonation as his other wife stepped into the room carrying a skinsuit of Markus.

“Ahh! There she is! Markus, step into your skinsuit.” Markus complied with a quiet nod. Andrea looked in on the surreal sight of Markus zipping himself open and stepping in. It took only a few moments before Markus was Markus again…it was truly as if nothing had happened.

“Hah…you both go in one cock each. ” She laughed to herself.

Markus and Jeanne aligned themselves with one shaft each. With a silent dedication they both stepped forward, pressing their hands against Andrea’s urethras and pulling them open wide. Both of their arms started sliding down the surreal-looking purple horsecock as they continued to move forward. The pair pressed their heads against their chins and slowly pushed their bodies into the cum-coatted urethra, which stretched to let them in. Markus used a lot more force and made himself push deeper into the cum dimension of Andrea’s innards than Jeanne, who struggled to get her breasts in.

Malcath, meanwhile, screamed in her infinite arousal. Feeling them entering into her cocks felt like she could orgasm ten times over. “Ahh! There you go! Yes! In! In! Become my cocks! Go!!” Andrea leaned back for a moment, tipping her cocks upward and making the process quite easy as both of their bodies slipped into it. The only holdout was Markus’ cock, which was firmly erect. With a smile on her face she grabbed the cock and flattened it, pressing on Markus’s feet, which quickly slid down. The two bulges traveled down her cock until they deposited in her massive balls. The two of them were clearly visible. Malcath made a point of fondling her filled balls and smiling at the thought of the two of them trapped in there…but she had a better use for them “Markus…you get the right one. Jeanne. You get the left.” She transferred their consciousnesses into each separate shaft, beginning to masturbate once again as her balls reshaped into their original forms.

“Aah!” She moaned, before she got a delightfully devilish idea. “Where’s Gwen?” She sat up for a moment, looking around in the middle of the Creneth family kitchen. She tried using the phone, but her huge fingers wouldn’t type right. She lowered the phone down to her cocks. “One of you, type in Gwen’s number!”

A hand popped out of her left cock. “Ahh, loyal Jeanne.” Malcath exclaimed Jeanne typed in the number and Malcath switched back to Andrea’s voice before Gwen inevitably picked up.

“Good morning sir. I take it you want me to come over and hop in a skinsuit for some sex?” The way Gwen spoke indicated that this had occurred many times before.

“Oh hey Gwen! Markus told me to talk to you about a possible orgy happening now. He said he’d love for you to join us. Would you?”

“Sure. He’s the one paying my bills after all. I’ll be there in thirty minutes, as usual. See you soon.”

Malcath could only hang up, laugh, and await her prey.

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Gwen drove up in her company car, a fine blue Volkswagen SLG-5. She hopped out and went to the front security gate, which to her surprise, opened itself.

“Hmm…it’s never done that before. Oh well.” Gwen drove her car up and parked in the garage, soon walking down to the masking bunker. That was usually where they could be found when they invited her over.

For some unknown, inexplicable reason, everything felt abandoned. Gwen felt absolutely certain they’d be down here, as per their agreements, but the masking bunker was dark and unlit. Gwen had to grope around for the lightswitch until she turned it on…and the door locked behind her.

“YO! Markus! Andrea! Jeanne! I’m here!” She shouted.

“I’m here too, Gwen” A demonic voice answered back. It came from behind her. Gwen decided to play dumb.

“Who’s that? You sound…really creepy.”

“It’s me, Andre–I mean, Malcath.” The creature stood, feeling it’s twin cocks and smiling with ill intent.

Gwen turned around, and her jaw dropped. “Oh…oh you’re wearing that one. Damn…that’s intimidating to see in the flesh.”

Malcath roared and nodded. “Of course. Thank you for making her. I thought of the…other project we had you do. Would you like to get dressed?”

“You made us do a lot of projects…and many we’re still working on right now. That doesn’t really narrow it down, Andrea. Or is it Markus? You never know with skinsuits.”

“Andrea. I’m Andrea. Markus and Jeanne “volunteered” to be my cocks.”

“Ah. I see. I never quite understood the appeal of…well, that.” She pointed to both of Andrea’s dicks with two hands. “But hey, you all seem to enjoy it. So which one of the many projects were you talking about?”

“I have two cocks. I’m talking about the suit that has two pussies, of course.

`You mean that other demon suit? The companion one? Where is it at? There’s so many of these skinsuits around.’

“Look in the back corner. In the bestiary.” She gestured to the back corner, where all the animal suits were.

`Ah, okay.`  Gwen took a moment to find the suit and put it on. The suit was in many ways a copy of Malcath except for a different face that looked less menacing and of course…the different genitalia that would perfectly fit Malcath’s equine cocks. With a determined look on her face she crawled into one of the empty vagina’s since their extreme size made it for quite an easy way to crawl into the skinsuit. The new female demoness slowly took shape and arose.

“Well…this is interesting.” Her voice had a similar type of sound like Malcaths’ “ 

“Ooh, you look ravishing, my dear. Look at me, look into my eyes!”

Gwen let out a loud guffaw. “Oh, no, I know about the whole hypnotic-look thing. I’ll have sex with you normally, but I won’t be brainwashed. Let me get you some sunglasses.” She started to make use of her far larger form to hurry towards the accessory table.

“Hmph. You will look into my eyes if you want this orgy to start.”

“Jedi mind tricks don’t work on me, Andrea.” Gwen picked up a pair of sunglasses and donned them. “Alright, fine, I will.” She stared directly at Andrea’s hypnotic eyes, but it had no real effect. “Happy now?”

Andrea casually approached Gwen. Then in one move she flipped off the sunglasses and held up Gwen’s head. “Behold, thrall! You are under my control. I am your Lord and Master now, and you shall refer to your Dark Empress as such. There is no escape. There is only me.”

A hypnotized Gwen nodded her head. “Yes, my Dark Empress. I live to serve.” 

“Good. Very good, Gwen. Prepare yourself for my Unholy Abominations.” With those words, she stroked her dual cocks in pure excitement. “Prepare yourself, my Dark Priestess,” Here she tried to think of a name. “Lithrass! Brace yourself for both of my cocks and impale yourself upon me!” Malcath sat herself down, spreading her legs in eager desperation with her dicks as hard as ever, both Jeanne and Markus were leaking pre-cum.

Lithrass, formerly Gwen, aligned herself with the two horsedicks that wouldn’t have fit anyone else and began impaling herself upon the two cocks. “Is this enjoyable, High Empress?”

Malcina moaned, her lust nearly complete. She grabbed Lithrass’ legs and forced her on her twins more, making sure to thrust as to split Lithrass’ in half. “Feel my great force, thrall! Cower!”

There was only a loud moan from Lithrass, who could do nothing but submit with fanatic frenzy. Her body had been modified to let in both enormous cocks without any real changes to her shape as she did her best to service her mistress. Malcina held her minion close, turned on by the fact that both her cocks were secretly Mark and Jeanne, and everybody was under her control. It was so hot……until she became bored. 

She pulled out, removed herself from Lithrass and jerked her cocks off lazily before getting another wicked idea. Her fingers went down into her left urethra, and Malcina pulled out the hapless, mind-controlled Markus, only up to his shoulders.. She snapped her fingers and his eyes unclouded. He was confused for a second before he glared at Malcath and raised his voice.

“OH COME ON! I SPECIFICALLY SAID YOU SHOULDN’T DO THAT!”

“Isn’t this fun though?! Ooh, I should really put Gwen into my cock now–And you get into the one with two vags!” She jerked herself off some more, giggling as she picked her wife-slave up and spread her asscheeks. She started fitting Lithrass’ asshole onto her left horsecock.

“No. I’m not going to be doing that. Not while you have that crazy, hypnotizing glare. I know what’s gonna happen the moment I get into that…tempted though I might be.” Markus tried to wiggle free but was basically trapped in place as Malcath started fucking Lithrass with her other cock. 

“Nnnghg, you make for the best cock, dear…but still.” Both Lithrass and Malcath shared moans of pleasure as Markus stuck out of Malcath’s other cock, looking not that amused. The pace picked up as Malcath noticed that her demonic priestess was doing her best to serve by tightening her sphincter as much as she could. She had forgotten for a moment that Markus was stuck in her other cock as the pressure started to build in her balls.

“Be ready my minion, I shall grant you my grace swiftly!”

“Please, your Dark Highness, let me accept your blessing!”

Malcath came, shooting a whole load into Lithrass’ rear of significant quality. The other effect was that Markus came free, being launched a meter out of Malcath’s other cock onto Lithrass’s back from whence he rolled off, getting up and trying to wipe off all of Malcath’s cum.

“Don’t brainwash me again.”

“You worry too much, Markus. I already had my fun with you as a minion. I want you to be conscious for this.” Malcath continued to deposit her load onto Lihrass untill she pulled out Jeanne and filled Lithrass’ willing ass with her other cock. A quiet shhlorp filled Malcath’s ears as Gwen took Markus’ place as her right cock, sucking her out of the Lithrass suit.

 The Lithrass suit was empty, and Andrea planned for Markus to fill it. “Markus the Chosen!” She shouted, nearly laughing as she did so. “Become Lithrass, lover and cocksleeve of I, Malcath!:”

“First…damn, you look sexy. I mean, wow, that’s just…” Markus recomposed himself. “But you crossed a line I specifically told you NOT to, dear. You just mindraped me and shoved me into your cock…and I don’t remember any of it either. You disobeyed a DIRECT order.”

Markus poked Andrea-as-Malcath on the right cock. “Where did you even get this idea from?”

Andrea let out a breath of hot air and looked up, crossing her arms. “Like I’m telling. Markus, if I told you where I get my creative spark from, then you would try to stop that spark!” She giggled and groped her breasts, fondling the nipples between their fingers. “You love my ideas though, I can tell.” She finished her monologue and glanced down at him. He had disappeared. “Markus?” She called out with a sudden sense of unease in her voice.

Markus had taken that moment to bolt right out of there and into the bestiary section. He spotted the large purple skinsuit from miles away, yanked it from the wall and immediately ran out through the long, upward passage to the ground floor. He turned back and looked at Andrea before turning right and heading straight for the laundry room. He rushed through the workout room, dragging the large suit right behind him. He even did an evasive maneuver by rushing up the stairs to the third floor, then taking the elevator back to the first floor and sneaking into the laundry room. He closed the door quietly and examined the suit in front of him.

Meanwhile, Malcath had peeked behind most of the skin suits in the bestiary section,  thinking Markus was playing some elaborate game of hide and seek. “Markus…where are you? Ahh, I’ll find you eventually…”

In front of Markus lay the skinsuit of the so-called Alien Queen. Three meters long, with unrealistic proportions on all sides. She didn’t have any legs, but about thirty purple cocktacles on her lower side. Her face was menacing, colored a dark shade of purple. Her scalp looked absolutely featureless. Like the rest of her body, it was completely hairless. Markus quickly hoisted himself into the back of the suit. He needed to be in before his wife found him suiting up. There was no time to do it properly, so he just rushed inside and pulled the zipper up quickly. The nearly empty skinsuit started expanding in all directions and he knew it wouldn’t fit in the laundry room. The half-formed Queen smashed the door open with a few tentacles and plopped out with a loud thwap as the process continued.

Once the process was complete, the horrifying looking Alien Queen arose onto her sea of tentacles, getting used to all the sensations all of them gave. The two large tentacles that replaced her arms fondled her Z cup boobs and her astonishingly sizeable ass.

The elevator bell dinged with Malcath’s ascension to the first floor. “Markus? You’re up here, I know it!” She crept around, looking for her kinky husband. “I’ll find you eventually!” Her monstrous form pranced around the parlor, looking around the corners.  

“Oh, I’m ready for you.” Her eyes lacked pupils and brightly glowed red. The smile was meant to be smug but came off menacingly instead.

Malcath immediately perked up at the voice, running over to where it was. “Markus! There you are Mark–” She froze in her tracks, her twin cocks growing even more erect. “Oh! You want me to control the Queen, I see. We haven’t used her in a long while, Markus dear. Have her look into my eyes, and we’ll have some fun.” She giggled to herself, but the Alien Queen could hear a tinge of nervousness in that laugh. She stepped back to avoid the wriggling mass of tentacles and looked up at the Queen with glorious expectations. Her hands wandered to her cocks, where they began jerking her off, making her leak no small amount of precum.

“Close your eyes. Let me get close, and I’ll kiss you sweetly before I let you take me over and have your demonic way with me.” Several tentacles shifted over to reveal the mother of all vaginas underneath the tapestry of tentacles. “I picked this suit because I knew it would fit both of them with ease…”

Malcina’s mouth watered. Her legs shook with pure arousal as her eyes closed. She licked her lips in sweet, agonizing anticipation. “Of course…who am I not to heed the wish of a fellow ruler?” A ghastly smile appeared on her purple lips.

The Alien Queen approached with a smile on her face, her tentacles moving into place. She leaned forward, kissing Malcina tenderly before wrapping her up tightly in her haze of tentacles, with three of them covering up her face. “How do you like that change of plans, dear?”

Malcina’s large, demonic body struggled against the creature. Her head shot back and forth, moaning in rife anticipation. Markus could feel this change of plans excite her greatly since her cocks began leaking against her stomach. “No! This was–I was supposed to control you!” Despite her struggle, Andrea loved this show of dominance.

“Sssht.” She wrapped her victim up tight and made sure to keep her eyes covered up at all times. “Time for a bit of liberation.” Two tentacles crawled around the two massive cocks before pressing against both urethras.

Markus made a point of swirling around a lot before grabbing hold on the brainwashed girls and lifting them out of the double horsecocks.  By this point Malcina was pinned down completely, unable to move a single thing while the mass of tentacles gently laid down Gwen and Jeanne…two seconds before shooting a tentacle down their throats, causing them to twitch before standing back up.

Malcina could do nothing but moan, completely powerless and at the Queen’s whim. She yelped when the tentacles crawled into her cockholes and she moaned in ragged, beautiful breaths when the tentacles pulled her cockmates out. 

“Your minions…are my minions now.” The great purple mass of tentacles opened wide and lowered the Queen’s vagina onto the massive double dicks. It made for a perfect fit and the scream she let out sounded truly animalistic.

Malcina, too, yelled in glorious ecstasy, unable to stop this raging monster. In the midst of the most powerful orgasm thus far, she could only make those animalistic grunts and moans out of her lust for Markus and his kinky responses. She sounded completely inhuman while blinded, held down, and forcibly fucked with as much force the Tentacle Queen could put on her.

Tentacles entered all of her holes except for her mouth, with two reaching into the mighty queen’s womb herself to shove themselves down Malcina’s uthera once more. At this time, the two formerly-hypnotized, now-possessed ladies climbed through the mass of tentacles, being helped along by it as they planted themselves on top of the demon’s face, starting to rub their wet pussies all over it while deliberately avoiding eye contact.

“Aaahhh! Oh fuck! Fuck!!” Malcina stuck her tongue out and began licking their small, insignificant pussies making full use of its full length. The Alien Queen could hear her pleasurable growls at this intense humiliation. She truly did sound like an animal. The Queen pressed down on her hard, ordering the two girls to rub themselves against her head while leaving the mouth free.

‘I told you, I specifically told you not to hypnotize me. Why can’t you just FOLLOW ORDERS!”

Despite her previously agonized moans, Andrea went silent, the only sign of her pleasure being the heavy breathing. In her mind, she held the sensations and the anger of Markus in those different camps, unsure of where to fall. Should she act remorseful or repentant in hopes of him calming down or should she ignore his steaming, horrible anger and keep on getting fucked? She decided to go with the former, as it would decrease her stay in the torturous, stony prison of the statue skinsuit. 

“Markus, I’m sorry! It was just so fun! You were my cock!! My fleshy, cum-covered, horsecock! You felt amazing!”

“And I don’t remember any of it!–Though it sounds pretty hot. You could’ve just asked, but no, you were so worked up.” Markus continued to impale the Alien Queen’s body upon the two dicks. “Now cum for me, dear! Fill me up!”

Andrea let out such an uproarious moan that it hurt her eardrums as her twin cocks blasted all over her Queen. She shuddered in orgasm, feeling every tentacle and minion pound and fuck her fragile insides so much that she had seemingly burst with cum.

The Queen herself was being filled up hard; she matched the cumming by having all her tentacles shoot off the substance in all directions. The entire room was absolutely coated with cum she tried to squeeze as much semen  out of Andrea/Malcina as possible. 

Andrea, having been put into her place, did her best to lick up the Queen’s tentacle spurtings. She felt her load shoot into the Queen’s cunt, and she could do naught but wriggle around a bit and lick around the minion’ pussies and her own deliciously demonic face.

More and more the Alien queen sought to milk Malcina while showering her sex-crazed minions in white. As she was satisfied with all of this, the Alien Queen found her strength faltering as she toppled over backwards, immediately dozing off  to sleep. It’s mind became overrun with the chemicals released upon cumming….over a thirty times in the same beat. 

Malcina, having been freed from her beautiful wraps, grew concerned with the great beast…since her husband was inside it. “Markus?” She called, crawling up the tentacle mass. For something as strange and terrifying-looking as an Alien Queen, it looked rather cute as it snored loudly in a puddle of cum and tentacles, it’s enormously-sized labia lips clearly visible. Andrea couldn’t think of much else to do other than curl up atop the great beast and fall asleep. After all, she felt exhausted too.

In Andrea’s masturbation room, underneath the bed, beside the puddles of cum that she sprouted from herself nightly, a small tome rested. Emblazoned on the book’s cover was Alexa Karwich’s The Demon Queen.