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flesh. Meg's face got creamed again and again, and Fornicus made a game of seeing how good his aim was, how many volleys of sperm he could send directly into that lovely, open mouth.

 

He watched with self approval as Meg was forced to swallow over and over again. The sight of his cum spraying into her open mouth from between those soft, cum-shiny tits, rolling around on her tongue, dripping off her lips, made him erupt all the more. Ah, it was magnificent... fucking Meg's tits while he shot the resulting bursts of his pleasure directly down her accepting throat. A tit fuck that was almost a blow job! Could it GET any better than that? Sometimes, it was just so damn good to be a lust demon!

 

True to his nature, Fornicus kept blasting spum into Meg's face, his netherworldly boob job climax lasting some thirty minutes, if not more. Again, Meg's face and hair were dripping with milky liquid. Before he was done with her, as he had before, he again anointed another part of her with his cum.

 

Removing his slightly less powerfully erupting penis from between her breasts, he instead held the bed upright with one hand and stroked himself again with the other until he shot his remaining load onto the breasts that had given him so much pleasure. He considered it their reward for services rendered. The nipples he'd sucked and bitten so deliciously now dripped with cloudy fluid. He liked how it looked. Yet another cum masterpiece he'd painted on this meddlesome bitch!

 

"My cum suits you," he said with a cruel grin as he watched his spurts splatter on her heaving chest and then rubbed the liquid into her flesh with his still erupting cock. "Very attractive on you. Compliments your skin tone nicely. You should wear my cum more often. Oh, but, silly me... you HAVE been wearing my cum, haven't you? And doing such a splendid job of it, too!"

 

He laughed so hard he inadvertently lowered the bed several inches and his weakly spurting penis slapped stickily against her chin and lower lip. This led him to laugh even harder.

 

Meg raised her dripping face and glared up at him. To Fornicus' glee, his sticky liquids still dribbled from her mouth. What a perfect picture, he thought. His cum dripping from her mouthy lips. Absolutely priceless - and fitting - that he should shut her up with the contents of his dick. Constantly swallowing his cum kept her from shooting off at the mouth every chance she got. What more could he ask for?

 

In response to that satisfying scene - the witch glaring up at him as if she could somehow get revenge, and yet her face laughably dripping his fluids onto the hard wooden floor - Fornicus lowered the bed further and took a step back, until Meg's face hovered before his dribbling penis.

 

"You should thank me," he said with oozing sarcasm, "for shooting my wad all over you. Go ahead. Thank my cock. Give it a big kiss. You might as well - you'll be sucking it again shortly anyway. In fact," he added with a grin, "I'll be shoving my cock in your mouth quite a bit in the near future... but I'm sure you already know that."

 

Meg hung there above that huge, insatiable, dripping cock, her mouth still wet with the very juices that smeared its head. Suddenly and vehemently - as if experiencing some sort of unexpected psychotic break - Fornicus raged, shaking the bed with both hands in both irritation and annoyance. "Kiss it! Kiss my cock NOW, bitch! It's done a lot for you, so THANK IT! It's the LEAST you should do!"

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Meg puckered her lips and kissed the still pulsating head.

 

"No, don't just kiss it. Say thank you, too." the demon persisted.

 

"Thank you," Meg said quietly. And when she did, that throbbing penis throbbed even more, and it rose again, firming and thickening before her face.

 

"Mmm," Fornicus mused, "you see how being nice to my cock can be a good thing? Well, at least for ME, anyway!" He roared with laughter again.

 

Meg felt herself rising in the air. Fornicus was raising the bed, lifting it to its former standing on end position. When it was fully raised, the demon stood before her, coming close, whispering in her ear. "I've got so much more for you to do," he said, licking her ear with that inhuman tongue.

 

"I'm going to untie you, now, so you can get on your knees and give my cock a really great blowjob. I want my balls licked really nicely again. Then I'm going to suck your pussy again while I fuck your mouth from above. It'll be fun. You'll love my balls slapping your face. The whores in Hell sure do. But, before I untie you, there's one last thing I want to do."

 

Fornicus marched over to the table on which the spell book rested. He ignored the book, as if not even realizing what it was. Instead, he reached for the two candles on either side of it. They had burned down to half their original length. He brought them both over to the bound witch.

 

"I just love to play with candles, don't you?" he leered. "They can be so stimulating on soft skin... so... energizing. Want to play with some candles, slut? Shall we play with them TOGETHER, perhaps?" His grin was evil personified.

 

Meg could only watch helplessly as he held one candle over her breasts, tilting it, letting the hot wax drip down onto her already overly tenderized flesh. It seared her skin, and she screamed. "Now, now," the creature said, "it can't be THAT bad. It's only a little hot wax. Don't be such a wimpy little bitch." He dipped the other candle over the other breast. More whimpers and screams arose from Meg's sticky lips.

 

Since her eyes were closed as she tried to come to grips with Fornicus' latest vile tortures, Meg didn't realize that the hot wax no longer dripping on her singed nipples was not a reprieve at all, but merely a change of venue. Hot wax almost immediately began dripping on her sensitive inner thighs. Then the melting candles moved toward her center, getting closer to her pussy by the second.

 

"Maybe if you BEG to suck my cock, I'll stop. What do you say, bitch? You horny to suck my cock again? Want another mouthful of Fornicus' fat, juicy dick? Hot to fill your belly with more of my cum?" Then he added in an even more merciless tone, "Of course you are. So, beg for it, bitch. Beg to suck my cock. Unless, of course, you'd rather feel excruciating pain on your pussy. Your choice, cunt."

 

"Yes, Great Fornicus," Meg whimpered, not wanting to feel on her sensitive flower anything remotely resembling the searing pain that dripped onto her thighs. "Please... PLEASE let me suck your cock," she entreated.

 

"My WHAT cock? Magnificent maybe? You wish to suck my MAGNIFICENT cock?" Sizzling droplets hissed at various points within her silky triangle of pubic hair.

 

"Yes, please, Great Fornicus," she flinched as still more droplets approached closer and closer to her soft pussy lips, "Please let me suck your MAGNIFICENT cock!"

 

"Now, that's better. And maybe you'd like to lick my ass for me?" Hot wax still approached that vulnerable slit.

 

"Yes.... YES!" Meg squirmed and tried to twist herself away from the dripping wax. "Please, Great Fornicus, allow me to lick your magnificent ass!"

 

"I'll bet when you say that, you mean my delicious asshole, right? You want to lick THAT more than anything, am I right?" Hot wax approached her lips from either side, and a particularly thick and painful dollop meandered lazily downward from the top of her pubic triangle, working its way directly toward her cringing clit.

 

She gnawed her lower lip until she tasted blood, and she'd closed her eyes so tightly that her eyelids actually HURT.

 

"Yes! Please! PLEASE, GREAT FORNICUS... your asshole would taste so sweet!" The stream of hot wax hardened and stopped its trek less than an inch from her clit, which did not go unnoticed by Fornicus.

 

"Oh, too bad," he sneered, "I missed your clit. Well, as always, time enough to rectify that later. Now, you were saying... you want to eat out my asshole for me? How sweet of you. Guess it's only fair. I ate out yours, after all. That IS what you're promising, isn't' it?" More drops of hot wax spattered around her pussy.

 

"Yes, of course, Great Fornicus. Mmmm... I can't wait to eat out your magnificent asshole! And suck your cock again! Oh, please, I'll do such a good job for you!" That sentence ended in a high-pitched squeal as a good amount of hot wax plopped onto her peri-vaginal area, making her squirm and grit her teeth.

 

"And whatever else I tell you to do, right? You can't wait to have my ass in your face, my cock in your mouth, and be fucked and licked and tormented until you can't stand it any more? You'll even DIE for Fornicus, won't you?" Several hot, searing droplets fell just around her clit, and directly alongside her lips. She squirmed again, moaning with both pain and dread.

 

"Anything you say, Great Fornicus! Fuck me to death! Let me be your bitch whore! I'll lick you, suck you... anything! Fuck every hole I have! It's all yours. Let me serve you, Great Fornicus!"

 

She felt no further hot drippings. For a few moments, there was silence, and a somehow unnerving lack of pain, as if it were waiting to pounce again. Slowly opening her eyes, Meg saw Fornicus leering back at her, a look of supreme satisfaction on his face. His hands, now empty, reached out and untied her.

 

As he undid her bonds, she looked about nervously for the candles, and saw them on either side of the book again. She breathed a sigh of relief. When her bonds had been completely untied, she heard Fornicus laugh as she fell to the floor like a stone. "Get up, little slut. You have promises to keep. No, wait, don't get up.

 

Just crawl over to the floor over there and lie down on your back. I'm going to straddle your face and fuck it for a bit. I'll try not to let my balls slapping your face bruise it too much. Then, when I'm done filling your lovely mouth again, I'm going to plop my hairy ass right down onto your pretty face and let you keep your promise of gobbling it up for me.

 

I do so love the feeling of a bitch's tongue up my ass. Go on, now, lie down and open your pretty mouth real wide. Fornicus is going to fill it up again."

 

Meg started to get up.

 

"I said CRAWL over there, didn't I? Are you fucking deaf?!"

 

Shuddering, she got back down on her hands and knees and complied. She crawled over to the approximate spot he'd indicated, and waited for him. He strode over to her with a completely disgusting, arrogant air, standing over her, straddling her head, facing her legs. He purposely let her gaze up at his immense boner and sweaty ass. "Good girl," he said, "now get that big