Curiosity of the Demon King Pt. 11

"Suck it!" Trakkur roared and took hold of Fosi's head, making her arch her back to take in the boar man's fetid cock to the base, his pendulous nuts, heavy with hot cum, slapped her in the face.

Fosi had to go limp, suspended facing the ceiling between him and Ovel, who had taken her waist in hand to slam his own cock deep within her cunt, slicking her with thick precum that squished loudly with each thrust. There was no rhythm between them, only the frantic search for pleasure from each man and Fosi between them, forced to suck and lick up Trakkur's unholy musk with her lolling tongue even as Ovel shouted for her to tighten her cunt around him. She could hardly focus for all the sensation forced upon her.

Faraway, she felt her breasts jiggling wildly back and forth along with her dangling arms and legs. The taste of Trakkur's bitter filth invaded her mouth and was pumped down her throat along with his thick, salty precum. It gathered as sickening heat in her guts, swallowed it down as it came so that she could at least breathe through her nose on the down-thrust.

Ovel's fat balls slammed against her ass and bounced off with each thrust. Fosi tried not to think of anything, least of all the churning, roiling seed within, the tapered tip of Ovel's long cock pressing against her womb, ready to fill her up once more. The sounds of flesh slapping on flesh filled her mind alongside the grunts of the two men taking pleasure in her holes. Most of all, she tried not to think about the sphere of glowing pleasure that was growing within her breast, sending out tingling sensations and warmth that dulled her pain. If she allowed herself to start enjoying it, where would there be left to go?

"Fucking slut!" Ovel growled, his claws digging into the soft meat of her waist, slamming her more roughly into his groin as if he intended to pierce her womb itself. "Jus' came to us yerself, didn'cha? Stupid slut! Like beastman cock that much, 'nuff ta betray yer pa!? Thought yer a princess, now lookit! Fuckin' whore like the res' of 'em!"

All she could do was gag on Trakkur's cock; they weren't looking for an answer, but a squeaking toy. She was slammed onto his throbbing shaft, felt the heat of it on her tongue as it pierced her throat over and over and over... His thick, milky precum was so hard to swallow, already puffing her cheeks and flowing past her lips to drain down her face, over her eyes. There was nothing but Trakkur's tarry black nuts to see anyway.

Ovel's cock kept stabbing at her womb, his own precum mixing with her juices and dripping off her ass, onto her tail. She couldn't help but moan pathetically around Trakkur's hot, red shaft, and even she couldn't tell if it was more agony or ecstasy.

She lifted her arms and grasped Trakkur's coarse fur, pulling herself deeply into his crotch, choking herself on the bitter, salty flavor of his flesh to suck harder, gain herself a moment of rest even though the tip of his dick was firmly down her throat.

Then, with a mighty thrust, Ovel bottomed out within her cunt and began his long orgasm. Extremely thick, hot cum flooded her and immediately she wasn't able to hold all of it. Still, his kind could go on for literal hours; he planted himself within her and his load only slowed down, near jelly-thick semen pumping out of her like a fountain of fat, snotty globs that splattered on the floor.

Trakkur grew tired of waiting, his cock pulsated against Fosi's tongue. She knew that he was close to orgasm himself. He pulled back and she was able to take only one shallow breath before he slammed his cock back into her throat and began pounding her again. It felt like a fever, the thoughts filling her mind of what it would taste like, of what it would feel like once it had filled up her belly. Would she have an aching bulge again?

Cold fear washed over her. She didn't know if this body could become pregnant, couldn't bear the thought of bearing one of these disgusting men's child. But somehow the possibility took hold on her soul and she could feel herself coming to the edge, being pulled kicking and screaming to an orgasm that she didn't want, that she didn't want one of these men to give her.

She didn't want to have any orgasm...

But... she felt her own treasonous pussy gripping Ovel's cock, her slick folds milking him into her as if her cunt had desires of its own to be filled with as much cum as possible. She felt the twisting fur between her fingers as she pulled herself up and steadied herself against Trakkur's frantic, slapping thrusts. And her legs... she'd lifted them and encircled Ovel's thick body as well as she could, clinging to him even as his seed oozed from her cum-soaked hole.

The stench, the bitter flavor of accumulated filth swamped her mind. Trakkur's cock pulsed inside her throat once more and he pulled her head tightly against his crotch, forcing her to swallow every drop of his initial spurt. Fosi could nearly feel her belly expand as warmth flooded her body, a reward for her as she gulped his hot, thick load, tasting nothing but his dirty meat until he finally pulled back.

And she was dropped unceremoniously on the floor, into the damp hay. Both of their cocks slipped out and the boar men stood over her, cum still spurting from their long, thin cocks all over her naked body. She lay there panting, choking on the urge to throw up, quaking in the afterglow of a lingering orgasm. She ran her fingertips over her belly... there was a bulge after all. A few hours of respite, she'd have until they were done cumming all over her and were ready to have her body again; Fosi closed her eyes and tried her hardest to ignore the spurts of hot, creamy cum falling onto her skin from above, staining her skin and matting her hair, to have as much rest as she could eke out.

This was enough, she thought. So long as these men were distracted by her body until the morning, Suvir would be...

Suvir would be...

Fosi opened her eyes against her better judgement.

Suvir was watching from a crack in the door...

The hinges squeaked as the boar princess leaned against the door, beholding Fosi's disgrace with a sort of horrible fascination.

Ovel's ear perked up and he began turning. Fosi mustered her strength to shoot up to her knees and grasp his massive testicles in her hands, planted her face between them, tongue lolled out. She had to keep him from noticing the princess; if that meant disgracing herself even more, she failed to see how that could be done.

"Hungry fer more, slut?" Ovel's thick, black fingers held her in place. His cock lay over her head, dripping a steady flow of cum down her back.

Fosi lapped at his hairy, greasy, wrinkled skin, swallowing his flavor while moaning like a dirty whore. "It's sho good~" she moaned, turning her face up to his, punctuated with a tender kiss to one hot testicle. "I want you every night, every night, please?" To please him, to make sure that his attention belonged to her and only her, she ran the tip of her tongue through the folds of his scrotum, gathering his filth on her tongue as his beady eyes watched from on high and gulping it down, wiping the look of disgust from her face as fast as it came: a little defiance that would rile up his demonic blood.

"Oy, Trakkur, lookit this slut alright." Ovel snorted laughter.

His subordinate didn't seem interested in watching someone else being pleasured, contented himself as well as he could by leaning against the opposite wall and slowly jerking his softening cock off, semen pooling on the floor at his feet. Trakkur didn't bother to hid his own disgust, a curled lip showing more tusk than normal.

It was more humiliating than anything Fosi had ever experienced, being watched in this state, giving herself to these brutes. But... her thighs felt warm once again and her heart was beating out of her breast. She reached down with one hand and pushed two fingers easily into her sodden, stretched-out cunt and she couldn't tell how much that action had been an act to sell herself as a worthless, gluttonous slut... and how much was for herself...

It was so slippery against her fingers, so filled up with Ovel's semen that the sound of squishing had to reach the door. Suvir had to hear the sound of her servant's cum within Fosi as her fingers churned her pussy. How did the princess' pretty face look, knowing that? Fosi imagined Suvir kneeling on the floor in the hallway, touching herself with her skin blazing with embarrassment. The mental image drove Fosi to continue, kissing and licking Ovel's sack, nibbling once or twice as if she were so lusty that she couldn't help herself.

Ovel pulled her away from his balls and she licked along the shaft of his cock until she came to the thin tip, still dribbling hot, fresh cum. Without instruction, she began licking and kissing, put her hand around his shaft to slowly stroke up and down from the tip to the root, milking cum between her lips in squirts.

"Stop that..." said a quiet voice by the open door.

Suvir stepped inside on bare feet, still in her sleep clothes, clutching a dagger to her chest, and trembling.

Fosi tried to bolt around Ovel, but her legs gave out underneath her and she landed in a heap at his feet. "You moron!" she shouted. "All you had to do was stay put!"

"Huh?" Ovel grabbed one of Fosi's horns, preferring to have control of the scene while his pea-sized brain took a moment to process everything and how he should react. "Guess we should kill'er after all. Works out alright, we'll jus' put the knife in yer hand, ye?"

Suvir stepped forward, keeping the dagger, one shaking hand atop the other, between herself and her supposed servants, her assassins. She said shakily, "I gave you t-two an order, didn't I!? Put her down!"

"Fine," Ovel said with a huff. He threw Fosi to the side where she crumpled against a wall, then approached the boar princess and grabbed her throat. The princess tried to stab him, but his thick fur turned the weak strike and he easily knocked it out of her hand. "Trakkur, want some fun, first? Got hours 'fore all them wake up."

Suvir's eyes widened with terror. She kicked and struggled, beating her fists on his arm, but Ovel was far too strong for a lightweight like her to budge his grip. Acrid wetness ran down her thighs and dripped onto the floor as Ovel's thick, black fingers pressed bruises into her pale, delicate skin. "S-stop!" she managed to make out through choked gasps.

On the ground, Fosi was barely able to crawl, grabbed Suvir's dropped dagger and palmed it beside her wrist. She said, "Are both of you already bored of me? Come on, you know that I'm better than this scrap of a woman; I'll be yours as long as it takes to satisfy you, just set her down."

Trakkur left his place by the wall and dragged Fosi by her hair to the doorway. "Can always find a bitch on the way home."

"Then at least let me be the one to kill her!" Fosi cried. "That's what you all wanted in the first place, wasn't it? Let me do it, and I'll leave with you... There wouldn't be a place for me in my father's court after betraying him like that..."

She was surprised that Trakkur was smart enough to support her on her feet and bring her within striking distance of Suvir, still choking within Ovel's grasp.

"That's right, you two could have me as much as you want. I'll even," she gulped, "bear your children... You could become known as the conquerors of the demon king's daughter... Just let me be the one who has the honor of taking this sheltered bitch's life."

She had to muster all of her strength just to stand as Ovel shoved Trakkur away. Ovel held Suvir at arm's length and grunted his belabored acceptance, showing Suvir's back to Fosi to rob her of even the shred of honor that would come of striking one's prey through the breast. Struggling still, Suvir looked a piteous sight, tears forming in her eyes as the dull-cast steel of her own dagger yet flashed in Fosi's hand. And the princess went limp.

Fosi breathed, worked her hand onto the dagger's hilt and tightened her fingers. "Princess, I wish I could say it had been pleasant knowing you thus far. I've known from the minute we met what you were. It's not an uncommon thing at all, and the other kings wouldn't care how obvious it was." Fosi brought the pommel of the dagger to her opposite shoulder, dipped one hip. She would need strength that she didn't know existed in this body. "Before what comes, I want you to know that your life belongs to me, and me alone. I will decide when you die." She laughed sadly, once, despite the way her body ached, at the fact she was likely throwing her own life away within the following seconds. "After all, who can forbid me from picking up what someone else has thrown away? One man's trash... And for future reference, this is how you hold a dagger!"

She twisted, swung her tail along the ground, built up angular momentum through her whole body, from her hips and up through her shoulders, flowing out and down her arm. Fosi's aim was true, the point had enough energy behind it that she pierced the Ovel's coarse fur, his flesh, and pinned the blade through the twinned bones of his forearm.

He squealed in pain and dropped Suvir, Fosi twisting the blade to inflict as much pain as she could while trying to clip his nerve and the fat vein on the other side. Suvir crumpled, frozen with fear and confusion, but Fosi slammed her foot into the princess' chest and sent her falling out the open doorway.

"Run, you retard!" Fosi shouted.

-o-

Suvir felt like her bare feet were hanging on by a thread as they pounded against the stone in her desperate retreat. She could feel the wetness of Ovel's blood on her clothing, the bruises that were still forming on her neck in the shape of his fat fingers. Just breathing hurt her chest, and pain radiated from her veins into every inch of her flesh, but she bore it since rational thought was only filtering back into her as she emerged from the noble wing.

There hadn't been any servants on her path, not even those imps that she now saw replacing candles. Of course not, the nobility preferred to be left alone. But Suvir didn't bother turning on her heel to pound on doors until she found an ally. No matter what the old veterans she'd met earlier that day thought of Avlakoi himself, she was far from certain to find one immediately who would stand with the man's daughter... And to show that sight, her body as it was, to one of Fosi's enemies would be...

It was unthinkable. Suvir didn't grab the first imp she passed for much the same reasons, and the fact that none of them would have the strength of arms to be of any use in the first place, much like herself. She could still feel the echoes of the compression in her wrist from trying to stab Ovel, and without a single drop of blood drawn to show for it. But again, Fosi couldn't be seen like that, not by anyone she didn't trust to keep a secret.

How many enemies did the woman have in her own home, and she'd stuck her neck out for Suvir's sake!? Moron!

So... allies. Suvir wracked her brains as she ran aimlessly, trying to dredge up what verified allies Fosi had, that Suvir had noticed while she was preoccupied with her own incipient death.

Peris... was right out... He'd more likely kill Suvir on the spot than hear her out. He was the more practical of the two, who would have executed Suvir on the spot days before, when she'd insulted his master directly. Even then, Fosi had interceded. Was she, even then, doing what she could to save Suvir's life?

But maybe that would be for the best. Suvir hated herself. Right then, someone was fighting for her, to save her life, had been for days, and she had the gall to avoid the obvious solution because she valued her own neck? Since when had she valued her own life!?

She kept running, disgusted with herself and justifying her behavior with the excuse that it's what Fosi herself would have wanted. The garrison. Fosi had seemed so friendly with those men in the morning; they'd extended a hand to her and let her train alongside them. Suvir bore down on the sounds of mugs clashing and drunken song.

The garrison quarters were right there in her sight. She turned a corner and slammed into something large and hairy. There, she balled up her fists and battered the man's chest.

"You, please, come with me! Lady Fosi is in danger!" Suvir cried through streaming tears.

The man didn't say a thing. He was as a gust of wind and Suvir was left alone. She collapsed against the nearest wall and buried her face in her arms, tongue on fire and chest pounding.

"I'm sorry," she said softly to no-one. "This is all I could do..."

-o-

Fosi bounced, limply slung over Ovel's shoulder like a sack of grain, the fingers of his good hand hooked into the nape of her neck with the promise of violence if she made so much as a peep. She had no more strength to struggle in any case, the last drop of it in her body had been used to ensure the princess' safety. All Suvir had to do was run, run anywhere; Ovel and Trakkur didn't even bother chasing after her in the aftermath of Fosi's attack, they'd beaten Fosi down where she stood and fled themselves, job abandoned.

What would come next? Days or years hiding from Vormise' wrath, with Fosi as a put-upon wife in the frontier? It's what she promised them in any case, but whether they had the patience to make her their brood mother or they just killed her remained to be seen. Fosi thought without emotion, too tired for disgust to accrete in her belly at the thought of being used day in and day out until there was no more mind behind her eyes.

Then, what of the prophecy? Avlakoi had never seriously thought he would be the one to fulfill it in the first place, but how would the next great war start without him in his ordained place? Maybe Fosi could delude herself that the next war simply wouldn't happen so long as she lived.

She could hold onto that ember of hope for some time.

Ovel came out into the courtyard and his heavy footfalls thudded toward the gate. The night watch wouldn't be facing inward, and they weren't about to stop a man from taking a succubus out for some fun in the woods, not even if she was screaming, that's what succubi were for... The boar men passed the two lanterns and went out into the darkness of the night without being stopped, as Fosi thought.

They went into the brush, thorns passing over the thick fur of Fosi's captors as they raked across her skin, leaving dotted trails of cool blood.

Suvir hadn't raised an alarm, good girl. It would all be for nothing if this all flowed down the line to war. If Fosi simply vanished into the night with these men... Suvir could make good on her bluster and claim that Fosi had been taken in with them as their lover... There was enough evidence on the floor of Methystus' former room to convince a normal man of that story. Then level heads could prevail in her absence. After all, Fosi was the woman who dragged off a lanky wolf man to her bed, since she was nothing but a dirty slut...

Funny, that man had seemed so confused by her that he hadn't been acting like a demon by the end...

She heard a howl.

Ovel trailed behind Trakkur, the latter forced to bear the brunt of the thorns and stomp a path for his superior. But how long would that last?

Trakkur burst out into a dusty clearing and stopped in his tracks, turned his back to the moon and held out his hand. "Give to me."

"Keep walking!" Ovel roared. He wanted to clench his fist but his fingers wouldn't close at his order, never would again. Fosi felt his other hand tighten around her neck as he thought about it. "Want to die!?"

"You're weak. She's mine. Shut up, move to front."

Demons were demons after all. What chance was there, really, that their bonds of brotherhood would bear the weight of one single weakness? The knife was still embedded in Ovel's forearm, kept there to staunch the bleeding until they were safe enough to dress the wound. He was seemingly skilled enough in combat to understand that.