18+ Corruption of Champions - Deep Cave/Imp Horde

(NOTE: Adult Content. Text out of Corruption of Champions.)
Unable to handle the lust coursing through your body, you give up and collapse, hoping the mob will get you off.

In seconds, the squirming red bodies swarm over you, blotting the rest of the room from your vision. You can feel their scrabbling fingers and hands tearing off your comfortable clothes, exposing your body to their always hungry eyes. Their loincloths disappear as their growing demonic members make themselves known, pushing the tiny flaps of fabric out of the way or outright tearing through them. You’re groped, touched, and licked all over, drowning in a sea of long tongues and small nude bodies.

You’re grabbed by the chin, and your jaw is pried open to make room for a swollen dog-dick. It’s shoved in without any warmup or fan-fare, and you’re forced to taste his pre in the back of your throat. You don’t dare bite down or resist in such a compromised position, and you’re forced to try and suppress your gag reflex and keep your teeth back as he pushes the rest of the way in, burying his knot behind your lips.

A sudden weight drops onto your chest as one of the demons straddles your belly, allowing his thick, tainted fuck-stick to plop down between your big tits. The hot fluid leaking from his nodule-ringed crown swiftly lubricates your cleavage. In seconds the little devil is squeezing your milky tits around himself as he starts pounding his member into your tits. The purplish tip peeks out between your jiggling flesh mounds, dripping with tainted moisture. Milk starts to squirt from the pressure being applied to your volleyball-sized udders, which only encourages the imp to squeeze even harder.

Most of the crowd centers itself around your lower body, taking a good long look at your pussy and asshole. Two intrepid imps step forward and push their members into the unplugged orifices. You’re stretched wide by the massive, unexpectedly forceful intrusions. The tiny corrupted nodules stroke every inch of your interiors, eliciting uncontrollable spasms from your inner walls. The unintentional dick massage gives your rapists knowing smiles, and they go to town on your ass, slapping it repeatedly as they double-penetrate you.

As one, the crowd of demons orgasm. Hot spunk gushes into your ass, filling you with uncomfortable pressure. A thick load bastes your pussy with whiteness, and you can feel it seeping deeper inside your fertile womb. Your mouth is filled with a wave of thick cream. Plugged as you are by the demon’s knot, you’re forced to guzzle down the stuff, lest you choke on his tainted baby-batter. More and more hits your chin as the dick sandwiched between your tits unloads, leaving the whitish juice to dribble down to your neck. Finally, your own orgasm arrives, and you clench tightly around the uncomfortable intrusion. Your cunt clenches around the invading cock as orgasm takes you, massaging the demonic tool with its instinctual desire to breed. Somehow you get him off again, and take another squirt of seed into your waiting cunt.

Powerless and in the throes of post-coital bliss, you don’t object as you’re lifted on the table. You pass out just as round two is getting started, but the demons don’t seem to mind....

You wake up, sore from the previous activity and a bit groggy. You try to move, but find yourself incapable. Struggling futilely, you thrash around until you realize your arms and legs are strapped down with heavy iron restraints. You gasp out loud when you look down and discover your much larger tits, wobbling with every twist and movement you make. You’re stark naked, save for a sheer and somewhat perverse nurse’s outfit. The room around you looks to be empty, though you can see a number of blankets piled in the corners and a few cages full of spooge-covered faeries, all snoring contently.

Eventually a lone imp enters the room. It’s Zetaz! He looks you up and down and decrees, “You’re ready.” You struggle to shout him down, but all that escapes the gag in your mouth is incomprehensible gibberish. He chuckles and flips a switch on the wall, and suddenly the most heavenly vibration begins within your sopping twat. Your eyes cross at the pleasure as your mind struggles to figure out why it feels so good.

Zetaz pours a few bottles into a larger container and connects a tube to an opening on the bottom of the bottle. Your eyes trace the tube back to the gag in your mouth, and after feeling around with your tongue, you realize it’s been threaded through the gag and down your throat. Zetaz lifts up the bottle and hangs it from a hook on the ceiling, and you watch in horror as the fluid flows through the tube, helpless to stop it. You shake your head desperately, furious at having fallen into the little fucker’s hands at last.

Zetaz walks up and paws at your larger mounds, flitting into the air to bring himself to eye-level. He rambles, “It’s so good to see you again, Tician. Because of you, I had to flee from my honored place by Lethice’s side. I’ve had to hide in this fetid forest. I’ll admit, it hasn’t been all bad. We’ve caught a few faeries to play with, and with you here, the boys and I will have lots of fun. We just need to reshape that troubled mind a little bit.”

You barely register his monologue. You’re far too busy cumming hard on the vibrating intruder that’s currently giving your stuffed snatch the workout of a lifetime. Zetaz chuckles at your vacant stare and massages your temples gently, and you feel the touch of his dark magic INSIDE you. It feels warm and wet, matching the feel of your body’s other intrusion. You try to fight it, and for a moment you feel like you might push the demon out of your mind. Then your body cums, and your resistance melts away. You violently thrash against your restraints, caving in to the pleasure as the imp rapes your body and mind as one.

The desire to protect your village drips out between your legs, and thoughts of your independence are fucked away into nothing. It feels good to cum, and your eyes cross when you see the bulge at your master’s crotch, indicative of how well you’re pleasing him. It feels so good to obey! Zetaz suddenly kisses you, and you enthusiastically respond in between orgasms.

You gladly live out the rest of your life, fucking and birthing imps over and over as their live-in broodmother.