Corruption of Champions Scylla Encounters

You explain that you’ve run into this sort of thing before and ask her to follow you upstairs to a room. Shyly, she accompanies you and sits down on the bed next to you. In the light, you get a better look at her. She’s nearly 7 feet tall, though terribly thin from her demonic starvation. Her breasts have not lost any weight, however, and the D-cups push against her dress with every breath. She shakes her curly black hair from the hood and it spills down her back in surprisingly long locks- it’s at least four feet and forms a billowing curtain around her shoulders, hips, and waist. She looks innocently at you, patiently waiting for your diagnosis. The hopeful trust in her eyes almost makes you blush as you explain that the demons have given her a powerful addiction. Considering the nature of her tormenters, she is almost certainly addicted to cum.

Scylla squeaks in shock and crosses her legs tightly. “I can’t...! I’ve never had... you know...” she mouths the word “sex,” not daring to say it aloud. You assure her that it need not come to that. If she drank some, you explain, it would ease the thirst pains and preserve her chastity. She shakes her head, as if to drive the thought away, but you notice that her eyes are now locked onto your bulge and her fingers are curling her hair in self-doubt. Just once, you say. Nobody has to know. You can practically feel the heat of her breath. You stroke her hair to put her at ease and promise that she can go at her own pace.

Reluctantly, Scylla accepts your idea and slides off the bed to kneel before you. With unsteady fingers, she pulls off your black leather armor surrounded by voluminous robes and her eyes widen at the sight of your hardening length. She looks up one last time, as if uttering a silent prayer, then guides her head over your tip. Parting her succulent lips, she plants the faintest of kisses on the head of your animalistic puppy-pecker. Embarrassedly inexperienced, she kisses up and down your dick, slowly at first, then slightly more confidently. Even though it is just her puckered lips, you feel warm moisture and an electric tingle at every contact. A small drop of pre rises to the tip of your head. Scylla shivers so intensely that her hair falls in front of her eyes again. Without parting it, she leans in and places the very tip of her tongue at the base of your tip and laps up the tiny drop of cum.

Scylla’s whole body tenses and her fingers dig into your legs like they’re trying to dig trenches in the earth. She pants and soft whimpers rise from her shrouded face. She plants her head helplessly in your lap and you realize she came from a single drop of your jizz. She pulls the hair from her eyes, and you see that her pupils have contracted into an addict’s pin-pricks. The blue of her irises rage with an inner fire and her already puffy lips look positively swollen. A stream of drool leaks from her mouth and wets her blood-red lips as she bends over you again. The thirst seems to have unseated her inhibitions because this time she slides her lips around the crown of your dick and her tongue whirls around it. As she pushes inches into the furnace of her mouth, you marvel at how tight her lips have become. It is almost as if the bulging hole was sealing around your member. With tightness you’ve rarely felt in pussies, she slides up and down your shaft, drool lubricating better than any oil.

She swallows more inches and you can feel the tip of your penis against the back of her throat. If she had a gag-reflex, the demon-draught must’ve eliminated it because you can feel the flexing ripples of her throat engulf your head. Scylla makes a moan that can only be called a yummy noise and you feel your balls tightening. When she feels the twitching running down your body, Scylla tilts her head and swallows, hard, pulling your dick deeper into her throat. Seemingly determined to swallow your length, she hardens her expression and swallows again, her mouth closing around you like a vacuum. You can see her neck bulge as your dick is drawn deeper into her hungry maw and you briefly wonder how she’s breathing.

You have no time to contemplate further as you feel your orgasm burst, cum rushing through your length and down her sweet, virginal throat. Scylla gives a muffled gasp as the first spurt of your cum reaches her belly, and her eyes roll back into her head as a mind-blowing orgasm tears through her. Only barely aware of what’s happening, you notice that her swallowing has intensified and now her head is accelerating along your shaft until, at last, her lower lip presses against your throbbing balls. She swallows load after thick load like one who’s found an oasis in the desert. She wraps her arms around your ass and pushes you back onto the bed, her head twisting this way and that, milking you of your precious seed.

Your spurts slow down and you pant at how much you came when Scylla’s eyes lock with yours. You can tell in that instant that she’s still thirsty. The tiny, nub-like horns on her skull pulse and with a startling crack of bones, grow backwards, curving around her ears. The sudden surge of demonic taint is immediately apparent as your balls expand as if filling with helium. You are obliged to slide off the bed a bit as they droop down and rest against the ground, as large as barrels. Scylla’s lips inflate with a whorish sucking noise and now block your sight of every part of her face but the desperate, hungry blue eyes. Her tongue must’ve grown in her mouth, because you can feel it wrapping around your dick like a coiling serpent, pulling tighter and tighter before loosening in a milking motion. Your overstuffed balls immediately respond. A bulge of cum as large as a baseball works its way past her suckling lips and down her long, distended neck. The sensation of the cum spraying out of your pointed tip causes your toes to curl and makes you clench your fist so hard that blood leaks between your fingers.

Scylla’s milking pulls glob after glob of cum from your monstrous nuts until you realize that those have been mere “drops” of pre-cum. Your eyes go wide as Scylla meets your gaze with a desperate lust. Her hands, still wrapped around your ass, part the cheeks and her long, thin middle finger slides so easily inside you that it might’ve been greased. You can feel a slight pressure as it strokes you gently before pressing on your prostate. Like a release button had been pressed, your balls quiver and your mind shatters. You grab onto the two horns growing out of her head like they’re safety bars and crush her lips and face against your abdomen as you buck into her head. Your shaft swells with the pressure of your load and Scylla’s already taxed throat balloons outward. You can see the cum pumping into her with every heartbeat as her belly stretches, fills, and expands to accommodate the milk of your loins. As the cum flows into her, Scylla’s breasts begin to respond to the nutrition and they expand nearly as much as her stomach, easily tearing through her shift of a robe. She swells until her tits equal the size of your balls. They, along with the bloated cum-dump of her belly, pin her to the ground. Cum starts spurting in goopy strands out of her nose as it overflows her stomach and is locked in by her pussy-tight mouth.

Eventually, even your impossibly swollen testicles empty and you immediately pass out, Scylla’s dick-sucking lips still suckling at the base of your shaft, your dick still hard and crammed down her throat. When you awaken, your balls have shrunk back to almost normal- they’ve kept a bit of the increased size Scylla’s thirst gave them. Scylla’s body appears to have metabolized your cum already, as her belly and breasts have receded enough to allow her to stand. She still looks 9 months pregnant and her lips have been permanently transformed into a cock-sucking ring, but her horns have gone down to nubs and that familiar look of shy innocence has returned to the languid pools of her eyes. “I can’t thank you enough,” she gushes. “I’m finally full! And I’m still a virgin,” she adds, giving you a wet kiss on the forehead. “Now I can go back to my mission of relieving those who suffer,” she happily announces, wiping drool from her mouth with a pinkie. You have a pretty good idea how she’ll do the relieving in the future...

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You stroke her hair, letting your fingertips linger over the curling bone around her ears. Though firm as iron, the horns are warm and soft, almost like fingers. Absently caressing her cheeks, you gently press her head down, toward your groin and she gratefully sighs as she smells the musk of your body. Pulling away the cloth around your legs, she rubs her forehead affectionately against your stiffening cock. Scylla tries unsuccessfully to slurp back the torrent of drool that leaks past her locked lips when she almost reverently cups your balls with both palms. Her expression is somewhere between hunger and lust, like one stranded at sea who finally meets another living soul.

With trembling hands, Scylla lifts your shaft to her thirsty lips and runs the point of her tongue in quick swirls around its head. Then, in a fluid motion, she dives forward, your dick sliding through the hot, lubricated ring and into her mouth. She closes her eyes with an orgasmic moan and shivers as your penis hits the back of her throat and she begins to feed your long inches down her pussy-tight neck. Wrapping a hand lightly over her windpipe, you can feel your dick stuffing her clenching esophagus. You tilt her chin up and groan as the inferno heat of the nun’s body washes over your cock. You squeeze her throat and you can feel your fingers clenching your dick through the cock-sheath of her pale skin. Scylla’s heartbeat races at the pressure, every frenzied pulse contracting her muscles even as your blood pumps faster to fully inflate your organ.

Through her cavernous waist, you can see the head of your penis pass her ribs and fill her belly, its distinctive bulge pushing under the skin below her shaking breasts. The added tension of your throat fucking is too much for her skin-tight robe and it splits right down the middle, velvet tatters falling around her pale arms. Scylla’s sweat-glistening breasts quiver in the open air, vibrating at your thrusts. Her sweet, pink nipples are innies you note, almost like half-dollar sized mouths, as plump as her suckling lips. Scylla rubs her drool into their slick bulk, her fingers sinking into the ripples of flesh as she slides her fingertips inside the small mouths to tease her hidden nipples. With a lifting motion, she presses her tits hard against her throat, and strokes her overstuffed windpipe. In a moment, you understand the massaging motions she’s making- she’s tit-fucking the dick inside her neck. With firm, rolling motions, your already clenched cock is milked by the satin vice of Scylla’s breast as she cranes her head into the ample cleavage.

Unable to hold on, your knot balloons inside of her mouth, the pulsing flesh pinning her tongue and locking her head onto your dick. Your balls churn and you can feel your orgasm building as your muscles clench and your fingers spasm. Scylla grinds her tits against the cock in her throat as tightly as if she were choking herself and her body trembles in wet anticipation. But...

... something’s wrong. Still on the verge of cumming, you find yourself unable to. With shaking hands, you pull Scylla’s bloated lips apart and remember the gag her horns made around her mouth. You realize that while it was easy entry to the back of her throat earlier, now that your dick is swollen to bursting, the horns are acting as a cock-ring, keeping you from cumming. Frustrated, you try to pull back, but your bloated knot is far too large for her tight mouth, keeping the two of you hooked together. Without a release, the two of you are sealed, face to groin.

The famished nun whimpers and starts rapidly swallowing, as if to milk your cream by suction alone. The pressure behind your dick keeps growing and your balls bloat with their unspent seed. Scylla seizes your ass with her soft hands and her pinkie slips inside of you, stroking your prostate in hopeful encouragement. You actually shout in pain as your testicles go into overdrive, skin growing tight as they expand under their load, swelling by the minute. You find your feet, trying to coax some of the blood from your cock, but the ring has sealed you at the peak of your tremendous mass. You back away from the bed and Scylla is pulled along, crawling on hands and knees. Her throbbing lips have puffed up so large that they cover her nose and chin, hot flesh and drool caressing your balls with every movement. You step toward the table where you placed your wine and pull the cork out with shivering hands. You throw back the bottle and take a deep swallow which you almost immediately spit back out. The sight of you drinking set off something in Scylla’s famished stomach and now the muscled walls quiver and rumble around the head of your cock, demanding the hot flow of your cum with a force that knocks your feet out from under you. The nun’s head is dragged forward as you fall and she lands atop you, her wet breasts pressed against your watermelon-sized balls. You seize up as your body tries desperately to cum again and your testicles lurch under the pressure, gallons pouring atop gallons.

You lose track of how long you’ve been entwined with the starving nun, no longer able to stand as your countless denied orgasms have inflated your balls into vast, twitching, gurgling satchels, larger than your entire lower torso. You let out a weak, ragged moan but cut it short as you hear the distinctive sound of a cockerel crowing to greet the dawn. Slowly, agonizingly, the vice of Scylla’s horn-gag pulls back and the pressure is finally released. Your eyes bulge and your mouth hangs open, wordless as you buck wildly, grabbing the back of the nun’s head with both hands and crushing her face into your groin. The dam bursts, and your cock immediately starts emptying the load your balls had accumulated after hours of constant stimulation. Scylla’s fingers and toes go wide as the hot torrent rolls down her throat and geysers into her fist-tight stomach. She orgasms so hard that you can see her clear, virginal honey squirting through the ruins of her robe. A wicked thought crosses your mind to punish her for stroking your prostate.

Summoning all of your strength, you roll over, pinning her beneath your pumping balls and giving you free reign to fuck her face with abandon as your cock keeps pumping its overflowing seed into her stretching belly. You can feel her body squirming under the wrapping, liquid weight of your testicles as she siphons cream into her frail, hungering form. Gradually, the weight of your balls is transferred into her stomach, ballooning with elastic tension. Her tits swell in time with her belly, spilling out to pin her arms at her sides and wrapping around her throat so that they jiggle every time a load rushes down your cock. Daylight spills into the room by the time your orgasm has finished and the nun before you is little more than lips, tits, and a belly full of your spunk, with hands and feet wriggling happily under the bulk. “T-thank you...” she manages to get out before she passes out, exhausted sleep taking her immediately. You don’t even have the strength to get back into your clothes, so you wrap a bed sheet around your sweat-soaked body and you stumble downstairs. Taking a heavy seat at a table, you motion for one of the surprised barmaids to bring you something- anything- to eat.