"You know, between the two of us, I'm not sure who is the actual sex demon," I said, watching Megan film herself as she drank my seed like it was a glass of refreshing milk. She drained nearly half the cup in a single go, her throat visibly pumping to swallow the thick, heavy load, but Megan's enthusiasm and gluttony wouldn't allow her to give up so easily.
Megan then set the glass down on the table and finished her impromptu photo shoot by opening her mouth, showing the camera that she had swallowed it all.
"Are you really going to send that to your mother?" I asked in slight disbelief as Megan started typing away on her phone with a gleam in her eyes.
"You need more Thralls, don't you?" Megan asked with a raised eyebrow as she glanced over at me, "I'm just doing my due diligence as a member of your Coven."
"And I appreciate that," I replied, "But have you considered the fact that your mother is actually married...to your father?"
"You mean the guy who disowned me, after I wouldn't let him take me hostage?" Megan clarified with a raised eyebrow.
"Fair point, but how exactly do you see this playing out?" I asked, wondering just how far Megan had thought out this little scheme of hers.
"Well," Megan started as she picked up her fork and knife and started in on the breakfast I had made her, "My mother is a greedy, self-absorbed, jealous bitch, who's been married to my drunken slob of a father for the past two decades. Now her ungrateful daughter is estranged and harassing her with rated R photos of her sexual escapades with her new hot boy toy. Beneath her concern and worry, all of her repressed emotions will work their way up to the surface. All we need to do is make sure she has an outlet for those feelings, and to ensure that outlet is you."
For a moment, I was stunned with an odd mixture of respect, awe, and concern. "Alright then, I'll leave it in your capable hands. Just tell me what I need to do and when."
Megan grinned, "Perfect, it won't be long then before you have my mother bent over with her fat ass in the air while you fuck her senseless."
"And this is purely just to get me another thrall?" I asked as I heard the pure glee in Megan's voice as she described her revenge plot.
"Oh, don't be so morally upright. Once you see my mother in person, you'll be on board without a second thought." Megan replied with a sly grin, "As much as I hate to say it, my mother is hot as fuck. Her tits and ass are even bigger than mine."
I couldn't help but glance down at Megan's naked body and struggled to imagine proportions even bigger than hers, "Well, if that's true, then you're probably right."
Megan grinned, "Glad we're on the same page...also, you should tell Patty to come by the restaurant earlier, today."
I paused and raised an eyebrow, "Oh, and why is that?"
"So you can fuck her and get a head start on turning her into a thrall," Megan replied without missing a beat.
All I could do was shake my head, "I think I'm a bit offended that you don't want to keep me to yourself for a bit longer."
Megan rolled her eyes, "You don't have the right to complain, by the end of the month, you'll be fucking at least three different women who are willing to do anything you ask."
I kept my mouth shut, silently admitting that Megan was one hundred percent right.
Smirking at my lack of response, Megan took a bite of French toast, "And don't worry about me, I'll get my alone time with you one way or another. I was here first, and I'll make that abundantly clear to whoever you drag into your bed."
Then, as if to prove her point, Megan stood up from the table, sending her chair flying back as she walked around towards me.
Already knowing what she wanted, I pushed my chair back from the table, clearing enough room for Megan as she straddled my waist and wrapped her hands around my neck, "I noticed you didn't eat anything."
"I'm an immortal hellspawn, I don't need food, and neither do you," I replied somewhat absentmindedly as Megan started to grind against me while pushing her chest into my face.
"But it still feels good to eat...doesn't it?" Megan asked in a sultry tone as she reached over, grabbed a bottle of syrup, and popped the top.
I didn't bother replying; instead, I looked into Megan's eyes as she proceeded to drizzle the sticky-sweet syrup over her tits.
"You fed me earlier, now I feed you," Megan whispered huskily as she stuck out her chest and shook her boobs side to side.
Need no further encouragement, my hands wrapped around and grabbed Megan's ass, my fingers sinking into the soft mound as my lips wrapped around her nipple, sucking off the dollop of syrup that threatened to drip down over the swell of her tit.
A sensual sigh escaped Megan's lips as her head lolled back and her grinding hips slowed, exchanging speed for fluidity, "Mmh, that feels nice."
I smirked and gently nibbled Megan's tit with my teeth, making her stiffen and yelp, "H-hey!"
I apologized with a long languid stroke of my tongue, replacing her complaints with another string of moans, "T-thats b-better, oh right there h-harder!"
Megan's hand reached up, running through my hair, before pressing down on my head, pushing my face in between her breasts, "G-get me nice and clean."
Following Megan's encouragement, I switched to her other breast while my hands on her ass gripped her cheeks and spread them, exposing her pink puckered sphincter.
"I'd f-figure you'd want my a-ass at some point," Megan stammered, struggling to speak as I performed miracles with my tongue, wrapping it around her diamond-hard tit, "T-though, I don't know if I can take all of you in my backdoor without a little prepara-"
I cut Megan off by gently probing her asshole with my middle finger, managing to slip it inside up to the first knuckle before her back down clamped down hard.
"Mhng!"
A strange sound escaped Megan as her entire back stiffened, and she sat up straight as my finger gently scraped the walls of her back door.
"How does it feel?" I asked as I let go of Megan's nipple, instead carefully watching her reaction, "You think I can fit another finger?"
"N-no!" Megan exclaimed as she suddenly leaned forward, resting against me with her chin on my shoulder, while sticking out her ass, "G-god, couldn't you have bothered to use l-lube or something?"
"I didn't think you would be so tight back here," I muttered, amused as my finger pushed in a little deeper, making Megan whimper and hold onto me tighter, "Though since you asked so nicely, I guess I'll do you a favor."
With a thought, I pulled up my system and navigated to the list of hexes available for purchase and found one I had been eyeing earlier.
[Hex: Asmodeus' Bag of Toys]
Level 1 [0/1]
Cost: 1 TP per upkeep
Upkeep: 2 hour
Effect: At will, you may access the Lord of Lust's personal collection of tools, used to induce great pleasure and sometimes even pain. You may summon up to one item that requires 1 TP upon summoning and must be maintained by paying the upkeep cost. Failure to maintain the upkeep cost will return the item to its original dimension. All items summoned are self-cleaning and pre-lubricated.
A second later, I held out my hand and, with a flash of violet light, summoned a small silver butt plug, the flared base studded with a blood red diamond.
"Alright, now just take a deep breath and relax," I muttered as I pulled out my finger before grabbing onto Megan's cheek and pulling it to the side.
"W-wait, Harry, what are you-" Megan froze, and her eyes turned into saucers as I pressed the smooth, slick metal against her puckered anus. There was a brief moment of resistance before I felt the plug slide in, and I could imagine Megan's asshole opening to swallow the foreign object.
After a second, the entire plug was inside, and I grinned as Megan started to squeeze me as tight as she could, "See that wasn't so bad now was it?"
"It feels weird," Megan groaned, and I felt her sphincter muscles twitch as she tried to adjust to the intrusion.
"Well, don't worry, you'll have plenty of time to get used to it, because it's going to be in there for the rest of the day," I replied cheerily.
"Is this for the cow stuff earlier?" Megan moaned as she sat up and looked over her shoulder at her newest piece of jewelry.
"Never mess with a chef when he's cooking, Megan."