doomshitfuck

1: All throughout Hell there was excitement in the air, as the foolish humans came closer and closer to dismantling the thin veil that separated the physical world from their nightmare dimension, inviting their demonic host to wash over humanity and their domain in an orgy of bloodletting and soul feasting. Great feasts of flesh, gladiatorial combat, and immense orgies were held in preparation of the coming Reckoning, the Demonic Princes whipping up anticipation among their almost numberless troops.

The wet sounds of sex and feminine moans echoed off the writhing, fleshy walls of Hell as Lilitu and her warband of fellow Imps engaged in another bout of debauched, frenzied lust. Though Lilitu was but an Inferior officer, she still had some power. Her ever-aroused host of brown skinned Impettes, thirty-three in all with herself included, lauded her body with their attentions as she sat upon her makeshift throne of bones. Two held her legs apart, lavishing her ashen-grey limbs with kisses, while another sat obediently on her knees, eagerly lapping at her cunt, her shoulder-spikes stabbing into Lilitu's thighs. The rest were sprawled out across her meager demesne, vigorously bringing one another to one hellish orgasm after the next.

Kleiothrax, a Hell Knight of middling rank, stood in the entranceway, nodding approvingly. It was quite the sight, he thought, his goatlike head showing a skeletal smile. His hooves squished against the breathing muscle of the floor as he stamped his way closer to Lilitu's seat, his massive, half-rigid member swinging between his legs. "Are your girls ready, Lilitu?" he asked, smoke flaring from his nose as he talked, his voice distorted by his seething, growling accent. "Only one more nocturnal cycle before the attack begins, after all."

2: was just too distracted with the female subordinate that had been pleasing her. Having barely heard the sayings and questions of the Hellknight, she could only respond with a soft "Nnngh... yes..." as the brown impette continued ravaging her. She had dragged a red imp into the mix as the Hellknight approached, instructing her to utilize the much more muscular hands to her advantage. Fact of the matter is, Lilitu's impettes weren't particularly performing at combat, though Kleiothrax knew they were very much perfect at soul gathering, as well as improving morale. Not something he wanted to priorizie, if anything.

1: Her red imp, a particularly whorish little one named Kalitia, gladly joined in, kneeling at her mistress' side. One clawed hand roamed down, petting the inside of her thighs, her talons scraping along Lilitu's flesh before sliding one inside her slit, jamming it straight up to the knuckle. Her other groped at Lilitu's bosom, squeezing it roughly, kneading her grey tit in her palm, claws scraping teasingly over her nipple.

Kleiothrax couldn't help but grunt. She was so singleminded, as were her underlings, something he hoped wouldn't affect his standing when he lead them into battle. He simply hoped their talent at draining souls would make a good enough impression on his superiors to ignore their faults, which would of course be considered his failings. He stomped over to the other side of Lilitu's throne, his massive, muscular hand gripping her hair, jerking her head to face him. His throbbing, equine shaft was pressed up against her face, his weighty, tan balls pressing up against her chin as he brought her closer. Any command at this point would have been superfluous; he trusted that her ingrained sluttiness to take the next step.

2: groaned in fair pleasure, well teased by the two imps exploiting her vagina. She almost didn't notice her superior coming over, and, just as a brief reduction in orgasmic pleasure told her of what was coming at her, she couldn't help but snap right at satisfying the hellknight. She swiftly grasped upwards, grabbing at the male shaft protruding all the way up to her face, and with a swift opening of her mouth the thick cock snugly slid right into the imp's fanged mouth. She began to suck on it, doing the best she could at pleasing her master, a thick, prehensile, long tongue and five fingers doing their magic on his sensations.

1: his swelling, pulsing cock was almost too big to fit in her mouth, making the impette stretch her jaw wide to fit, her fangs scraping across his length. A thin trickle of red blood seeped from the marks left by her teeth, but the Hell Knight paid no mind, simply pulling her head closer to his groin, sinking deep into her throat. He bucking hips smashed his crotch against her face, his ghoulish, almost featureless face grinning as she pleasured him, his three thick fingers gripping her hair tighter.

Meanwhile, Kalitia turned her attentions a bit higher, her dark, black lips closing around Lilitu's stiffened nipple. Her own forked tongue flicked it up and down, then twirled around her, her fangs biting into her mistress' generously endowed breasts, savoring the blood she had drawn forth.

2: helplessly attempted to take in the entire length, and to no avail there was not much to be achieved; lesser demons, imps, and some other hellspawn were easy to take, but Hellknights, Barons, and similar creatures were simply too much. She gagged viciously, trying to contain her own pleasure dealt by the two imps between her legs. She damned herself for inviting Kalitia; when this is all over she'll be the Source for their next blood orgy. She buried her fangs into Kleiothrax's cock, but only just, as she knew he was attracted to the sensation of pain, but not much to the tearing of his shaft.

1: Kleiothrax glanced down, baring his vicious teeth in a pleased smile, seeing her bright orange eyes look up at him, her mouth simply overstuffed. His wide shoulders shuddered as he felt her fangs press deep, the pain thrilling him, rewarding Lilitu with a spurt of thick, demonic seed. Hot as magma, the glowing orange gunge flowed from his throbbing shaft to her belly, followed quickly by a second hearty rope of his essence. It clung to her throat like molasses, burning all the way down.

"Hmph." he grunted, flexing his chest, rubbing his thumb-digit over Lilitu's forehead. "These mortals won't have a chance against you." Her two impette attendants hadn't missed a beat, their hands and tongues still completely dedicated to Lilitu's comfort, the brown one lapping up every aroused droplet from her cunt, while Kalitia tended to her other breast, giving it the same treatment with her fangs.


2: felt satisfied, eagerly gulping down the demonic blood and cum shooting into her throat. She would do so without hesitation for a few more moments, before finally slipping her head off his shaft, making a few gasps as her palm continued to stroke his bleeding rod. "Mmmrgh..." She muttered, masturbating her demonic master. "We leave to please, Kleiothrax." She looked up, giving him the most innocent but sexy of all smiles he had seen from her. The two girls had just brought her into a climax, and moments later she twisted her strong legs around the brown one, ramming her face right into the imp vagina. She wasn't sparing Kalitia, either, using her free hand to pleasure her. "Perhaps... aa... perhaps you'd like to please us all..." she swiftly shook her head, realizing what she just said. "I mean, be pleased by evaluating us!" The orgasm was really having a vicious effect on her trail of thought, as well as the third imp's face.


1: "A more thorough examination...yes." He lurched forwards, grabbing Kalitia and Lilitu easily in each of his burly, grey fists, picking them up off the ground, their impish feet dangling in the air, his fingers digging into their stomachs. Kleiothrax nuzzled his repulsive head against Lilitu's cheek, his coarse tongue sliding over her cheek, then carried both Impettes toward what served as a mattress in these chambers, a soft outcropping of pinkish, brain-like tissue that jutted up from the ground like a wide tumor. Carelessly, he tossed Kalitia onto her back upon the 'bed', then shoved Lilitu face first before her servant's legs, pushing her head down and forcing Lilitu's ass high into the air. He squatted down behind her, seizing her flanks, his still rock-hard rod draped over her bottom, lodged between her cheeks like a hotdog.

The rest of the imps took notice, crawling toward Lilitu and the Knight with single-minded purpose. Soft, brown hands massage her limbs, stroke her hair, and scarred her flesh with playfully sadistic scratches, while others sucked and nibbled on her feet.

2: playfully groaned, vocally instructing all the other imps to join and help their Hellknight at delivering him a positive experience. "Your mighty cock knows no bounds!" She teased, before willingly raising her ass up at his dick. She plunged face first into Kalitia's anticipating pussy, devouring her insides with pleasing tonguefucking. Her buttcheeks clenched tight, acceptingly squashing her commander's penis between the two, awaiting just what the forceful superior could do to her. The other imps also began playing with Kleiothrax, some rubbing themselves against his thighs, other utilizing his sharp toes as a means of pleasure. A few pleased each other as they licked his balls, and some even attempted rimming him.

1: He stroked back and forth, noting the peculiar feel of her cheeks against his spit-slick rod, content with working himself back up to pace while Lilitu's imps crowded around him. The feeling was exquisite, he thought, taking a moment to stroke the deep-red hair of an impette lapping at his balls. He even felt the tingling sensation of a little imp tongue at his backdoor, causing his head to twitch, nearly eliciting an amused chuckle from the Hellknight. Kleiothrax pulled back slightly, squatting like an ape, lining up his mammoth, flared prick with her asshole. He roared in anticipation, his shaft suddenly bristling with stout, bony studs, made to scrape and prod against her insides as he entered her bowels. With deliberate effort he teased her hole, gradually pushing firmer and firmer against the tight ring of darkened flesh, then plunged deep. He gripped her arms by the elbows, pulling each limb straight back, defiling her ass with slam after slam, putting his full, terrible strength into each thrust. Each protrusion from his length caught against her interior flesh, sometimes tearing it open, other times pushing pleasurably up against it.

2: Lilitu the Imp had absolutely no negative opinions of the anal devastation that was in effect, though. She bedded Kle in private more than once, and she was well adjusted the the capabilities of such a massive dick. The shaft, aside from bulging her firm, abs-lined black belly, did various bad things to her anus and colon, inflicting many sexually exciting albeit hurtful and blood-inducing traumas, various streaks of her black blood already seeping and mixing with his own injuries. The female imps went into a united frenzy, all starting to orgasm simultaneously purely from the sexual prowess of their Hellknight commander. Some of them ejaculated and bled on his armor, others on each other and by themselves. Moans and screams enveloped the satanic chamber as the lusty bunch underneath him began biting and grabbing his sack, viciously trying to be the first to get to his tainted seed.

1:Doom Guy Kleiothrax roared as his balls physically ruptured, the insatiable imps underneath him showered with his boiling seed, flowing from him endlessly. Nothing that wouldn't heal with time, at least in this Realm. He gripped Lilitu by the stomach with one hand, pulling her back up against his broad, corded chest, his guttural screams filling her ears as his orgasm pulsed within her battered insides. The Hellknight pumped her up and down, using her like a simple cocksleeve, the tremendous bulge in her gut traveling higher and higher up her body until his seed erupted from her mouth like a fountain, flowing down onto her body and falling in thick, hot clumps on the imps below. He stood tall, raising his arms in exultation, Lilitu limp on his triumphant pole, the other imps crowding around her dangling feet to catch his raining seed. A few moments passed, Kleiothrax standing still, his dark heart pounding in chest, exhaling brimstone smoke that hovered like a thick cloud around the Impette's head, then simply slid her off, letting her tumble down into Kalitia's waiting arms.