How To Create A Suck-Statue, starring Prince Valdera.

An eager little void thing got to work in a cold, stone, empty room. Flawless summonings required strict conditions, and the rubbery creature wanted everything to be perfect. Chalk scrawled against rock, perfectly circular, pentagram in the middle. Runes of protection. Power. Sealing. She placed her candles equidistant, lavender scents filling the room.

It was all set. Perfect in every way. So, satisfied, she stepped back. A tentacle snatched up a book, another cracking it open to flip to the right page. Aislinne looked it over again, just to be sure. Eyelids fluttered, and she began to chant. A specific spell for a specific demon. A tug, a pull at his essence. Less an invitation, more an abduction.

The room grew colder. The candles flickered, but stayed strong.

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A minute went by and the only noticeable change in the room was the passing of time. Each candle burned gently, letting out their smoke and scent into the room. And then more smoke. And more. The candles remained lit, but the smoke they were producing seemed to occlude the light they gave off. Tunnels from each wax tower flowed inwards and across the pentagram's traced lines.

As the lines were fully covered, the smoke blasted out against the ring of the pentagram's outermost ring-and up. As if some invisible cylinder had been placed over the symbol, the smoke flowed against the 'walls' and filled the invisible container. Not quite at the ceiling, actinic streaks of purple lighting threaded the cloud. The charges increased and the volume of the smoke decreased. But, the smoke didn't flow out and away, or dissipate. It condensed into a vaguely humanoid shape. The suggestion of additional appendages heralded the arrival of something far off the strain of humanity.

With a bang of sound, the smoke blew out from the figure. Left in it's wake was a short figure, flesh the color of the smoke that had enveloped it. And as nude as a babe, save some makeup, paint on his nails, a set of rings around the crown of his cock and  a line of small rings down the center of his balls. A fair face scanned the room with interest. Plain. Nothing of note. It's eyes were bright, neon purple that betrayed no emotion. His tongue ran over black-painted lips, removing whatever fluid had been dripping from them moments before. A crown of iron-black horns banded with brass erupted out of an elaborately woven white braiding that pulled tight the large head of hair. A turn of his head sent the twin braids of thick, ass-length white hair bouncing.


"This won't do. Even if I am in some hole." His  eyes flared and his fingers traced out a few sigils before realizing his magic wasn't responding. He held ups his hands and formed quick and messy sigils. Nothing. With a twist of annoyance, his eyes and tail whipped around-a thick appendage of grey flesh-and found the summoner.* "You."

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The monstergirl watched, sparkling delight in her cold, icy blue eyes as she watched her prize being pulled to her. She absentmindedly tossed the summoning book away right as the boy himself appeared, her sextet of tentacles set across her back unconsciously spreading like a pile of snakes ready to strike. Her slick, slender arms crossed under her stupendously huge, thickly-nippled breasts catching every flicker of light from the still burning candles. Full, grinning lips pursed slightly, and she gave the demon a once, twice, thrice over before speaking.

"Me." There was humor in her voice, the sound of it a little deep and very sultry. "Prince Valdera of the Nine. Big fan of your work. Thought I'd ask for your help with some..." Her long, lusciously glossy legs shifted idly while she spoke, her lips unpursing and simply grinning a little wider. "Modeling." She gently scraped the back of a heel against a secondary ring, this one carved straight out of the rock.

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A second and he had gone over every inch of the woman-woman? It was a female creature. Humanoid. He hadn't been on this plane in a few months. But his understanding of humans was that they did not evolve this quickly. Tentacles were a dead giveaway, but the skin...

His eyes lingered across the heavy breasts and the curve of her legs. She didn't move far enough to get a peak of the rear. Later then. He had time. He had an interest.

"You know it's usually males that summon me. It's almost nice to see the fairer gender show some interest. Even if that interest is the equivalent of a kidnapping." His tail tapped against the 'wall' and found it solid. "You know my name, you seem to think you know my work. Which means you think you know what can happen here and that it's what you want."

Carved into stone. She wasn't very stupid then. Not some horny wizard overplaying his hand, some boy hoping to end the monotony of autonomy. "Despite my flawless looks, I never did get to be the subject of work like so many of my cousins. Father has some nice works. Mother's are mostly eroded in the pyramids."

Val dragged his black nails over the wall and felt the charge grow and crackle off it, setting his skin on edge as the hand dropped away. "Why don't you take down all these silly little spells and walls and I can model whatever you like for you?"

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The two sat in silence for a moment, the glossy woman quiet again while favoring the prince with her ever unblinking eyes. Eventually, her arms uncrossed. They idly framed her impressively wide hips while she sighed and stepped forward instead. She was bare inches from the edge of the circle now, her tentacles still tense and poised while almost seeming to 'aim' at Val.

Her grin softened just a little, lips parting just a little as if tasting the air. Now there was the faint smell of sulphur, just enough that the lavender couldn't quite hide. The creature's eyes had caught his regardless of how fast, and she turned every so slightly. It was just enough to show the slightest curve of her massive ass. There was still very obvious mischief when she finally spoke.

"They're fun though, don't you think? Makes things more exciting. What if you break free? What horrible things would you do to me in revenge?" Her heeled feet shifted from side to side, giving the demon-boy a little pleasing shake of hips. "...But that won't happen. Because I want you, little prince. And you're going to be mine~."

Despite the tease in her voice, there was a hard edge of deadly seriousness to it. The gleam in her eyes was sharp and dangerous now.

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Without his magic, the situation felt uneven. Val couldn't escape. Not without serious injury or expenditure of energy, and even that wasn't guaranteed. He couldn't even dress himself in something more appropriate for meeting future playthings like this woman. The tentacles alone would see her have a fun position in the Pit, if not his own court. Despite all of this, he sniffed the air and shared a disinterested look at the tentacle.

Then she turned. At this angle and lighting, the gloss of shiny material-no, skin-was apparent. "You come pre-packaged. Tell whatever deity or void spawned you my thanks." The turn of her body drew his interest away from anymore snipes. The curve alone put most of his boys to utter shame. it had a bounce to it, even from the slight movement, and the size promised years of entertainment and enjoyment that would be his. His flaccid cock throbbed and bounced against his thigh as the tip took on a soft, purple inner glow. "Being naked and bound in a small circle isn't exactly fun. Though binding others in small circles while they're naked, sweating and shaking is. I bet those tentacles have some good tensile strength. You really do come pre-packaged, don't you?"

He watched the sway of her hips, taking a half step forward and dragging his nails over the wall again, eliciting a charge and narrowing of his eyes. "Well I wan't you to have come packaged with some manners too, then I would have an easy next few decades. But I suppose one or two extra working some manners into your head and holes isn't exactly a loss. He did look up with an amused smile at the statement and  placed both his hands against the wall, feeling the charge build up over them as his face broke into a sickeningly sweet smile. "I'm going to bore through your skull so thoroughly, so entirely, I will only leave you the ability to say that petulant little word for all of eternity."

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Aislinne took every little barb and needling in stride, shaking her hips to and fro to the beat of his words. That same playfulness was always atop every little thing she did, but it was still her face that betrayed her true feelings. There was deep, dark, ravenous lust in her eyes, once busy crawling across the boy's body but now locked squarely onto his own pretty purple pair.

His crooked smile didn't seem to phase her in the slightest. Her own grin fell, however, replaced now with just a simple pursing as if she were in thought. Dainty hands gently positioned themselves to line up with Val's own, not quite touching the barrier but as close as possible. Even if the height difference wasn't much, she still seemed to be looking down on him, talking down on him. "Little prince, little prince, you can't have me!"

And then she stepped further, past the barrier in a quick, half-lunge right between his arms. He was leaned forward just enough to catch a full faceload of voidmonster breasts, the feel of them soft, pliant, and oddly fleshy, but perfectly smooth. Impossibly perfect latex-like breasts all but engulfed his head, one of Aislinne's hands coming up to push on the back of his head with fingers intertwining with his hair for a good, solid grip.

Her other hand went for his thick, luscious ass, fingers digging in hard to grope, grab, and molest with hunger. The intensity of her grip pushed the two about as close as they could possibly be, her stupendously curvy body mashing up against his smaller, but still very feminine form. All six of her tentacles lurked around the two like a cage, another layer of imprisonment beyond the growing number the strange monstergirl was forcing him into.

"...Because I've already got you."

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The realization came far too late as the creature pushed into the wall, and he bared his teeth instead of pushing back. Her breasts shoved into his face, leaving only a muffled, confused sound from between the massive mounds. One of his hands came around, grasping a tentacle-only to have it slither free just as quickly as his braided hair was gripped like a reign.

His knee slammed up, colliding into her knee- and his ass jutted forward, smashing what had been a slowly stiffening erection and his own legs into the pelvis of the creature. He realized she was using her sneak attack to grip his ass and fondle him, causing a howl of frustration at the total indignity of it. He tried to pull back his hips, but the hungry, strong hands kept him firm against her in a lover's embrace. Off-balance, he shoved weakly and nearly loss all balance had his tail not corrected. With a sudden thought, the tail came across like a mallet and he was able to jerk free to half-spit a word as the thick appendage collided with the creature's shiny, smooth face.

"Futh ythuu!"

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The knee almost had her stumbling back, but her two lowest tentacles splayed out behind her to help keep her steady. With an anchor of sorts, she simply pushed back harder, firmly grinding her thick, rubbery body against his with the demon's unconscious jerk forward. She felt herself start to laugh and prepare a cheeky little barb of her own, but then something lashed across her cheek and left her stunned for the barest of moments.

Her tentacle wasn't, however. One of them lashed out lightning quick, catching the demon's tail and coiling around it three, four times. It was a hard, almost painful grip, digging into the skin and holding it fast safely behind and lifted above his head. This only made it easier to continue to knead the boy's unnaturally pale ass, a few fingers occasionally even stroking across the crack to tease at the puckered hole set between his thick cheeks.

"Mmmh. Ow. Right. Let's get started, hmm?" Steadied again and set almost squarely in the center of the circle now after the initial struggle, the other five tentacles struck. One each found a limb to coil around again and again, their thick, heavy forms holding fast and squeezing with the same uncomfortable tightness of the one around his tail. The last one found itself around the demon's neck, squeezing a little less harshly but still sitting as a firm reminder of his waning self-control.

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The small victory he had claimed was short-lived as his own tail was wrapped and pulled, eliciting a shriek from the boy that was far too feminine, even for the way he looked. His hands still pushed and tried to catch whatever he could, but it was like trying to grasp oil. Whatever he did grip-breast, hip, side-felt like a bag of rubber. Firm, but his grip would slip off each and his frustration only grew.

That was, till concern took it's place as his tail was lifted up. His feet arched, trying to lessen the pull on the sensitive tail, but in seconds he was barely tapping his toes against the floor. Years of conditioning had his back arched, his cheeks pushed out to accommodate for the position the creature had put him into, and it seemed she took notice too. He groaned loudly into her bust as his cheeks were gripped and fondled. He wasn't as large, but he had an ass that hardly belonged on a boy, much less one his height. As that shiny, smooth finger drew across his crack and hole, the grunts of frustration slipped into an effeminate moan and jerk of his hips. Each time, his ass bounced and his cock, now fully erect, jabbing her in the thigh.

He heard her speak and grunted again, gasping and sucking a breath of air with the little space he had as each of his delicate limbs-neutered of their power to unthinkable levels-were wrapped painfully tight and held in place, causing the struggling to slowly become weak jerks of his torso. He was still pushed into her, and with a last bit of desperation, threw his head back and snarled as it crashed down. But the blow never came. It had been halted as the last tentacle wrapped his throat and held him in place, causing him to gag and drool purplish liquid from his open, black lips. What little movement he had been given was the jerk of his hips and the slight tilts of his head as he tried to speak again between her massive bust.(edited)

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Finding her prey suitably subdued for now, her little army of tentacles loosened up just a little. It was at least enough for a decent struggle, but she had him on a metaphorical leash now. With little effort, her tentacles suddenly lifted him upward, just enough for the two to cleanly bump forehead together. Lips gently brush up against one another, the monster's tongue flitting out to catch just a little bit of the purple liquid. Now her grin was the crooked one, the glow in her strangely-patterned eyes poured straight into Val's. Almost as an afterthought, two of her fingers slipped right into the demon's ass, twisting, teasing, testing.

Just as idly, she raised her other hand to gently stroke up against one of the demon's horns. It was a quick, curious course, her soft digits climbing upward to follow its imperfections and jewelry. The front of her own neck rubbed up against the tentacle wrapped firmly around the boy's neck before she spoke, an undercurrent of possessiveness in her words. "I know, I know. I promise I'll take care of you, though. You'll be my favorite...~"

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His muscles bunched and tensed, finding no purchase, no movement, and he decided struggling himself to defeat was pointless. Even the slight loosening was a bait, and he refused to rise to it, for now. He glared coldly at the creature, flexing his fingers and toes with a grimace as he was brought upwards, feeling the soft bump and parting his lips in response to her's, dripping with the same purple liquid from earlier. He opened his lips as the tongue ran across them, catching the fluids and panted softly, not realizing how tired this affair had him. But then, he smiled, with the tips of his canines glinting off the low light in the room and contrasted brightly behind black lips. "Shouldn't have done th-aaachtssssss!"

The boy hissed and clenched, but the fingers had already sunk into his hole and caused his cock to leak across her feet and legs as his legs shook in their bindings. He jerked his hips, feeling the pressure against his ring and his hole slowly, intimately filled by his captor. Val's ring hugged and melded to the shape of the fingers in a firm hold. His insides had the warm and plush interior of any cunt, yet they were tight, suckling and slick with more of that purple fluid. It was a hole meant to drain what was put into it and ensnare the unwary. But with a pair of fingers inside him, all it did was suckle and force his cock to twitch as he took the slow working.

The fluids that the creature had ingested were working around her interior. Pushing through membranes and orifices, they sought out neural pathways, bloodstreams, nerve clusters. Anything to light up and overload with the force that melted minds and inhibitions.

Despite the fluid working it's way in, the boy could do nothing but renew his struggle as he watched the hand take one of his horns and stroke slowly. His brilliant, purple eyes turned into cloudy glass marbles-unfocused on any one thing. His mouth opened as much as the tentacle around his neck would allow, causing a spill of purple fluid onto the tentacle and creature's breasts. His muscles relaxed, leaving only the tentacles to keep him upright as his hips dipped a little from going slack. He could hear the words, and his only response was a soft, wet moan and gugling syllables. "G-glyckkuugh...glkhyyyll...."

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Llllick. Her tongue flitted across his lips again, lapping up more of the purple liquid in the middle of giving him the gentlest little kiss. While it did work through her body, all it found was void. There were no organs to corrupt, no blood to poison. Her insides were simply endless, a slick, shiny abyss dimension made of her self. She barely paid his threat any mind, far more focused on what even a simple little stroke of his horn had done.

Now she got a little more into it. Already at the tip, she made her way back down, but this time much slower. Her stroking fingertips were firmer now, really exploring the rocky, almost jagged feeling. His bits of jewelry were works of art, she discovered, as flawlessly made as anything could possibly be. She didn't favor them long, though, the monster obsessed with seeing just how far she could push him.

Through her horn-based journey, she was still pushing fingers into the boy's ass. A third one had joined to the knuckle, curling upward gently to very faintly brush up against his prostate. Stupendously thick rubbermonster thighs were the perfect thing to hump up against, his poor cock squished painfully between two very close bodies. The pre already dripping down them was just making it easier.

As nonchalantly as possible and midway through her growing torture of the demon, she'd started to encase him. The tightness was there, but only beneath the tentacles coiled around his body. Little peeks of ebon-black, stupendously shiny 'skin' spreading outward...

"Thaaat's a good boy. Relax for me."

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Val didn't have the mental capacity to question why his fluids were not effecting the creature. He was able to idly hump, drool, and make obscene, wet sounds with his relaxed mouth. His anus seemed to function almost separate of him. Still tightening, clenching, attempting to milk what was in it, without realizing it was fingers. But his hole was being used. Therefore, it would make it as enjoyable to the user as possible.

As her hand tightened, the smooth, rubbery texture of her skin only amplified the effects on his mind and control. His mouth seemed to open wider. Too much wider, as an enormous, fleshy muscle lolled out. It was thick, wet, and weakly wiggling. Purple in color, the boy's true tongue seemed to have disengaged from whatever physical locks he used as his horns were stroked. The tongue brought out a flood of saliva and purplish fluid, painting the creature's breasts with it and staining his skin where it hit. As those fingers pushed in, the boy gurgled nonsense as his prostate was massaged easily and thoroughly. His slick cock managed a few slow pumps before splattering thick, white spunk against her pillowy thighs. He seemed to smile and pant, his tongue swinging and dripping as he unloaded. Rope after rope of spunk shot and splattered in sync with the massaging of not just his prostate, but his horns. It seemed more in line with them then any rubbing with his cock...

As the strange orgasm overtook the boy, his mind registered the alteration of something. His body, on some level he didn't control and didn't understand. Glassy eyes saw splotches of black grow on his limbs, and another splatter of spunk made the boy gurgle more words in response. "G-g-gylckhhttt...ktilthhhhhh...guhlg."

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It was essentially becoming his skin. A glossy, space-colored layer infused with dark, eldritch magic that encased, then took over. It even enhanced, the sensation of the tentacles wrapped around his body doubled down upon with pleasure. The latexy stuff was spreading faster now too, creeping across his soft skin with a steady, strangely wet noise.

His legs and arms were first, eager rubber creeping across while he seemed to lose bodily control. The strange liquid and his own cum dripped down to and soaked into the floor, but Aislinne had already insured and reinforced her control. Amidst the struggle, she'd rubberized both of the circles, her void colored goop conquering them as easily as it was taking over Val's form. Full, luscious thighs were perfectly encased, the growing tightness getting firm and unforgiving while displaying every little flex of muscle beneath. It tickled down his elbows while dripping down his legs, a living wave of stupid-shiny black paint taking over the paleness of the demon. As the living latex reached his fingers to give each its own little rubbery prison, his body was given just a little lift. Integrated heels, pushed him a little higher, the tentacles wrapped around him gently lowering him to keep the two at even height. Val was sporting the world's tightest pair of opera gloves and thigh-highs, the edges of them clearly looking ready to continue imprisoning him.

As some measure of mercy, the monster slowly pulled out of his ass with her fingers finding a little difficulty with how firmly they were gripped. They schlrked themselves out and rested on a cheek while the hand busy molesting his horn finally slid off, going back to resting at the back of his head. She'd stayed calm through the whole ordeal, just a girl testing out a new toy, with the drip of cum and other fluids down her body just another strange feature of it.

"Hey. Don't go stupid on me just yet, boi."

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Despite the mind-melting effects of his horns being handled, Val was aware of fundamental changes to his body. It wasn't a suit of rubber, or garments like he wore as he played with his boys and dolls in the Pit. His skin was taking on the quality of glossy, polished rubber. His cock sprayed a few more weak ropes before going half-hard, bobbing and bouncing around as the tentacles gripped and caused him to moan wetly, mingling with the wet sounds of wet rubber.

He felt his feet touch-no that was wrong. His heels, his mind said, clicked down against the stone floor. His ass received a small lift from the new "shoes" as Val's limbs held firm thanks to the impossibly hard, tight rubber encasing him. With out it, the mind-melted demon would be in a pile of limbs and spunk right about now. He felt his limbs turn glossy, shiny and immobile. Even a jerk of muscle in his state was worthless. Val's thick, plump thighs were glossy columns of unyielding rubber. If that was even the most accurate term for what the creature was doing to him. As a cosmic fuck you his healthy, enhanced refractory period saw fit to out him as a pervert on top of what was happening. Still drooling from the surprise, sudden load, his cock stiffened as the grip and immobility of the rubber took hold, showing that the demon had a few thoughts and feelings on such material and matters to begin with.

"G-luahh!" The fingers slipped free, leaving his hole to suckle wetly for a moment and then tighten back to it's puckered, inviting state. The hand slid off and his eyes re-colored, refocused, and were glaring daggers of pure, unfiltered hatred as his senses set in. His chest heaved and he shook his head wildly, sending his braided twin tails thwacking his sides uselessly. His tail and limbs were still held, and even his neck had only been loosened really. "You fucki-I will...what the fuck are you?! Why the fuck did you summon me for this? I have unlimited power? Reign! You want...what you wanted a boy? You want boys so badly? Take ten of my best. Jewels plucked out of time, not an ally in whatever the hell your goals must be?"

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Finding her boi-toy snapping back into focus, she let him have his spiel. The tentacle around his neck still started to spread a little around as a sort of silent threat, the sheer tightness of the 'latex' like a too small collar steadily engulfing his taut skin. Now she was shifting again, both her arms sliding to meet at his waist and hold him as tight as ever. Her tits rubbed up firmly against his chest, the monster finally letting slip her first little lyrical groan.

Through it all, though, she watched him with her endless, hungry gaze. The cute little smile was seeming less and less genuine, and more a pleasant cover for a predator enjoying the hunt. "Oh, but Prince Valdera, I want you because you're you."

If she was close now, the two might as well be kissing. The only thing missing was tongue as she pressed her forehead firmly to his. Eyes wide, almost too wide. Smile cracking definitely too wide. "Silly little stuck up cunts who think they're above being someone's dicksleeve."

This presaged the rubber suddenly surging from below, rapidly encasing his stupendously thick ass and invading the hole. It filled it full, beyond full, a solid plug of living rubber mashed up against his prostate and rendering his ass useless for anything but show. His cock suffered a similar fate, already throbbing again but roughly bent downward into a rough semicircle before a thick wave of skin-fusing void goop sealed it down forever. One of her knees came up to press hard up on it, the simple touch transferring her 'magic'. A bright blue lock, the same color as her eyes, flickered into view on his brand new null bulge.

For all the work it suddenly did, the rubber wave didn't skip a beat. It just kept going, steadier again, licking at the demon's back and stomach after wrapping around his hips.

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His breathing picked up, finding his limbs wouldn't obey him-or couldn't. He twisted his neck, desperate to avoid the sudden and slow creep. "Fuck, fuck! Fucker!" He flexed his arms, letting out a scream of frustration when his fingers didn't even budge, feeling rubbery hands take hold of his waist and possessively grip him. The mounds that had been smothering him teasing at his flat, featureless chest. The forehead bump made the ensuing expressing so much more ominous as the demon looked on in horror, barely speaking above a whisper "You're old magic...y-you're not supposed to be running around free. You're not on a side..."

The sudden rush of rubber caused him to scream again, in fear and in futile defeat as his heavy, enormous cheeks became polished globes of black rubber. The plug made his eyes cross and his mouth open again-without his monstrous tongue- as his hole was stretched out and plugged deeply without a single inch of budge. His teeth gritted as his prostate was mashed, causing his cock to spasm. It would be the last time it ever twitched he felt, feeling more than seeing what came next. "No! No that isn't yours! I'm not yours!" But his cock was sealed and packaged easily and quickly, left as nothing but a null-bulge. Something he was intimately familiar with the use of old and dangerous magics that this creature flung around so casually. He breathed out a sob as the lock appeared on his new bulge. Nothing she did had numbed any of his arousal. It just numbed what he felt and the absolute finality of it all made him spit in a petty, final act of defiance-black tears running down his cheeks as he held a snarl. All the while, his flat stomach and toned back turning just as glossy black as the rest of his body.

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She almost seemed to feed on his growing fear, her hands now roughly scratching and clawing at his back. Any marks she might've made were quickly replaced with more of her void, though, a perfect second skin fusing to and becoming his first skin. It still had the tightness of a suit, but just like any sensation, it was multiplied. More more more, ever unstoppable, always hungry for more.

Her own monstrous side showed more of itself with her own tongue finally slithering outward. It kept going when it should've stopped, though, almost neon blue and twitching gently. Slowly, carefully, it curled itself around his head, squeezing down a little harder with each new inch of his skin replaced. Just like the rest of his perfect body, his nipples were on full display in ultrashine black, the last of his back swallowed up while the rubber finished up on his collarbone and beyond.

Once it swallowed the tip of his tail, it went higher. Now it was at his neck, climbing, conquering. It tickled at the bottom of his jaw, a million little tongues licking at the edges. Then...it stopped. From the very top of his neck down, he'd been rendered into a perfectly rubberized, highly sensitive fuckdoll, his already luscious proportions one of the only things about him left the same. Held at peak arousal, frozen in place, all but doomed...

And then she retreated. A quick lick of a tear or two on the tip of her tongue, and she quickly unfurled herself around him. Tentacles and tongue retracted and arms unfurled as she seemed to suddenly melt off into the deep shadows of the cold, empty stone room. The demon's new prison softened up a bit, just enough to move, to explore himself while still trapped by the now void-corrupted sealing circles.

Her soft, lilting laughter seemed to come from all directions, a strange reverb accompanying her words now. "Don't cry, little preything. Enjoy. Feel the gift I've given you. Hurry. Hurry. Time's ticking~."

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Val swallowed and let out an angry shriek-one that was muffled, then silenced. The feeling of the appendage was almost as violating as the suit he was in. Was suit even the right word for this? The material felt similar and at the same time completely different from any rubber, latex, or magical variation of the two. It was on him and felt like it was crushing him tighter than any BinderSuit he had used on a boy. In the grand scheme of it all, he made note of his stiff, erect nipples and how the feeling didn't decrease. A twitch and both might as well had two sets of tongue's on each.

His body flexed, but any other sign of struggle was lost in the black shine of his suit. He could feel the slightest wobble of his heavy ass from the flex, and the suit seemed to respond by tightening and dumping dopamine by the bucket. Another flex, with a thought of panic as the squirming, wiggling suit made it's way up and-

Nothing. He gasped and took a half step back, falling suddenly from the suit's new sensation being unfamiliar. Instead of yelping in pain, he moaned and felt his legs part slightly, spreading himself as he panted a few times, coming to his senses only after a few moments. "W-what the fuck was that?" He replayed the words, feeling his arousal turn to boiling anger as he climbed to his legs and screamed, punching at where he knew the wall would be and sending a actinic discharge of electricity inward to his 'prison'.

"I'll cry as I wring your fucking body through a dozen strainers! Cry nothing but blood as I turn you into my own weapon!" His hands came up and gripped at his chest, moaning awkwardly and cursing in Abyssal as the material seemed to loosen, only to double down and tighten once more onto his chests. "There has to be some fucking pull to this.." He got to his knees-unbeknownst to him, his legs seemed to spread wide on their own, presenting his null bulge nicely for view and use as he pulled at his arm. A small tear started to appear-and again it was immediately swallowed by the suit, and once again the tightening of the material on his curvy form. He howled and sat back onto his rear-a cushy, plush seat from the size of it and made to grip the null bulge. "Take my fucking cock and balls will y-"

His fingers had only brushed against the material when he felt warmth and energy course through his entire body. His head fell forward, one hand coming up to brace the fall and any damage to his horns, but that had taken a supreme effort. His other hand had latched onto the bulge and was idly squeezing. His cock refused to stiffen. Refused to throb, leak, or even obey him. But the sensation was absolutely addictive. The...the void of a feeling that should be there as well. His head craned up, his real tongue once again lolling out of his mouth and slapping wetly against his arm and then swaying in the air, drooling fluid and coherent thought out of the demon's mind.

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Silently, the voidsent thing watched Val explore himself. A thousand eyes seemed to lock onto every inch of the effeminate demon's body, drinking in his unnaturally perfect form now enhanced by a space-black coating of 'latex'. To his furious declarations, there was still nothing, only the gentle sqrrrks of his rubberized body keeping him company. Once he'd gotten lost in touching himself, though, the voice returned.

"Terrified, angry, stupid. You're a mess, little prince. Let me bring some order to your life. Just a taste~." The eldritch mistress reappeared before him, stepping out from the shadows of the room as if she were there the whole time. One hand raised forward, pointing toward Val. Then, she clenched it into a fist.

All at once, the pressure on the demon's body increased tenfold. It was as if he was suddenly being squeezed into a suit a dozen times too small for him, crushing his body into a certain pose. Whether he wanted it or not, he was almost instantly tugged into a perfect whore-squat, legs spread nearly totally wide with his arms snapped to behind his head. What was once a warm, full-body hug was now a vice, with the vile living suit still clenching down on top of that to pinch at his nipples or squeeze his ass.

With him roughly crotch-height now, Aislinne sneered down at him, her eyes wide and manic. Her fist stayed raised. If he managed, Val could likely fight the enormous pressure upon his body, but the second he failed would presage an obvious return to perfect posing.

"You can do better than that, boy. Or is the mighty prince this much of a dumb little toy?"

---

His eyes weren't as unfocused as when his horns were abused, but the sensation was dizzying and addicting as his cock was stimulated and denied in equal measure. The words entered his head-and were enough to pull the hand away. Either in yearning, or anger, neither would really know as his tongue stopped, pulling back into his mouth and the demon pushed up with his legs-and snapped back down to the floor.

He saw the fist grip tightly and felt his body betray him to the creature. "W-what kind of manipulation i-there's no psychic presence in h-a-acckghll!" His legs pulled up into a squat as both plump thighs squished and spread to display his bulge. His extended arm and the one balancing him snapped to the back of his head, fingers lacing behind his head as if steel cables held them taut. The suit itself was brutal. Every inch of him was locked down, and his ass felt like a dozen hands were turning it into ground meat. His nipples felt like they were being clamped and massaged simultaneously. What was this suit. What was this creature?

He looked up, the corners of his mouth in a rictus smile. "This is what you want? Not even kneeling? You'd make shitty royalty. Why not just life your life in a nice gilded cage, or in PIECES!" The princeling lunged, using more of his strength than before, having saved for a moment it seemed her guard was down. His right arm snapped out, his legs extending. His smile grew, but so did the grip of the suit. He was a breath away from the creature's chin when his body snapped back into position, his fingers lacing together once again and his legs spread wide and ass bouncing. All he could do was pant, beads of sweat dotting his brow.

---

"Psychic? Oh, princeling. I'm not even in your head yet~." Her voice was singsong as she stepped over the inner circle again, not even paying mind to the demon's vicious struggles. She slowly guided her fist to his chest, then opened her hand to lay it palm-flat. Somehow, the monstrous suit seemed to clench even tighter for a moment, the effect spreading from her palm. When it reached the tips of his toes and fingers, though, it finally normalized to its usual extreme. Now he was locked in.

From there, her hand rose, gently but quickly stroking across his face before resting atop his head. Her fingers dug firmly into his skull while her gaze never left him. She was looking down on him in every way possible, the amusement of it all obvious in the creases of her sneering lips.

A little flutter of her eyelids was enough for his ultratight prison suit to focus while continuing its constant, but random clench-gropings. The fat, perfectly fitted plug in his ass began to vibrate and pump itself forward and back slowly and steadily, aimed squarely at his vulnerable prostate. It also pinched hard upon his nipples at the apex of every thrust, timed just to make it all even more maddeningly sensitive. But while the pleasure might grow, he'd never find release thanks to unstoppable eldritch chastity.

"You've got a big mouth, boy. Keep your screaming going and I'll have to plug it for good." Her tone was condescending, but the statement was matter-of-fact. To underline this, one of her tentacles slithered forward again. It rested its tip a few inches in front of Val's mouth, perfectly still and waiting.

---

He watched the fist lay against his chest and grunted as the suit tightened. Clearly the creature enjoyed this on some sexual level. He could understand that. Leverage it maybe. Then it stopped. He tested it. Nothing. He attempted to push up. Not so much as a centimeter of lift happened as he was truly locked into the humiliating position. All he could do was growl softly, becoming angrier as his situation worsened. He made an attempt to pull his face away, but even his neck was locked, so nothing more than a twitch came as he was stroked and then held.

As he prepared to insult her and her udders, his mouth opened and all that slipped free was the loudest moan yet. He thought his ass was just blocked-now he was getting plug fucked. His eyes crossed slightly when it pushed into his prostate the first few times. After the tenth or so he desperately wanted to move to try and speed it up. The feeling stretched his hole and buzzed. It was one of the most thorough toys he had felt in a long time. Then he realized his nipples were receiving their share of attention. He should be leaking by now, but his bulge simply twitched meekly* P-please jus-just speed the thing the fuck up then.. it was all breathy and wet begging as the tentacle aimed at his mouth. He winced pump and panted pump "et that aw- pump fucking g- pump Blood and He- pump Aggggghhh!

---

...But she didn't pull her tentacle away. In fact, she wiggled it closer. It swirled around the demon's lips once, slowly and carefully while the suit continued its endless torment. Then, without warning, it forced its way in. It went deep, bulging his throat and just a bit farther, then slowly made its way outward. The tentacle didn't pull out all the way, though. It pushed itself right back inward, slower than before, working up a steady rhythm in tune with the living plug roughly fucking his sealed ass.

Ever so slightly, his encasement softened up again. Just enough to struggle, to fight, to make a show of it for the void-thing to enjoy. She stopped her petting atop his head and kneeled to get to his level, taking up his cheeks with both hands tightly. There, she gazed deep into his eyes, holding his head steady to try and force him to stare right back despite all of her tortures upon his helpless body. Heavy breasts just gently brushed against his chest again, her body close but not quite mashed up against. Now she looked almost calm, motherly, but the endless hunger was still burning in her cold, blue eyes.

"Just warming it up before we kiss, babe. Work that throat. You'll need it.  "

---

Whatever words he had were wet, sputtering nonsense as the tentacle pumped and undulated into his throat. He had never felt this violated before. Never this low and used. And every inch of his body-altered and natural- were roiling with pleasure and need. His black lips tightened slightly, and his throat loosened from eons of training on his own. It did little to stop the obscene bulging, even less to prevent the drooling of purple fluid and saliva. The worst was how good she was as the rhythm.

But then his muscles twitched. His ass wobbled. His fingers curled. Thinking her power may need to be moved from use to use, the tentacle must be taking plenty up! His arms flexed, but all he managed was to pull his hands apart before they snapped back together in the submissive pose. He pulled again, this time trying to stand-as if to escape the relentless plug pumping of his hole. His knees yielded and snapped back down, presenting him in a whore-squat and letting his ass wobble. Val gurgled and tried to scream, just as the tentacle plunged back down into his throat and his nipples were teased, causing the boy to moan and shake. His right hand pulled out, his left leg extending him up slightly in a runner's sprint.

 Snap. His hands dipped, trying to lower to his ass to pry at the plug. Surprisingly, he got down to his cheeks. Upon grazing them with his shiny fingers, he felt like he would pass out or cum, ruining his focus and sending him back into a moaning, tentacle-fucked, whore-squat.

---

Moving with him, watching him all the way, the monstergirl let slip a few groans herself. Hers were gentle and lyrical, even as the trapped demon fought his damndest to get free. Her body jiggled perfectly, as it was meant to, her thick nipples rubbing up hard against his now hypersensitive, firmly pinched own. Occasionally she'd sneak a peck in, on a cheek, on his lips, lapping up a little more of his corruptive fluids. With the tentacle in the way and stretching his throat, though, there wasn't much more she could do.

But then it was pulling out, a heavy sschlrk of sleek rubber on throat sounding out before it returned to its proper place dripping with purple liquid. Val wasn't given a moment to even catch his breath before Aislinne's lips firmly met his, her head turning slightly to lock the kiss in as best she could. Her tongue darted inward, brushing up against his...then going deeper. Deeper. Very deep. It grew longer, thicker, heavier, the void creature letting out an almost animalistic grunt as something began to pump through her tongue and into his body.

Slick, heavy, and just as thorough as the coating on the boy's body, he was now getting his insides wrapped up tight as well mid-rapey kiss. Her fingers dug deeper, nails scratching harshly at his cheeks while his suit seemed to tighten up again. Not quite utterly solid, but far harder to fight at while Aislinne did her thing. The plug in his ass just kept going though, its rhythm occasionally speeding up or slowing down to always keep him on his whore-heeled, wide squatting feet.

"Mmmmhh...." There was a clear bulge in his throat, and further down, the squirming appendage could occasionally be seen rubbing up against his void-black, perfectly flat stomach. It was in his guts, wrapping everything, claiming everything.

---

Each attempt to pull out of the position became harder, and his limbs got less pull each time. His legs were still able to push up slightly, but each pull back into position made his heavy, enormous ass jiggle. A world of sensations were pouring over him and every sensitive spot on his body. And that pumping. That nonstop pumping. He had gotten his legs almost straight once, through sheer anger. Then it sped up. He wobbled for a second, feeling his body lower as it succumbed to the material and the plug. As he settled into his wide, hell-balanced whore squat, he moaned and....

The tentacle pulled free, followed by a splattering of fluids. "A-ackghl...fuck! Atleast finish me o-fghmllllphhhthph?!" The kiss caught him off guard, and lip-locked him easily and completely. Then came...he could only call it filling. It seemed simple, but it was the most accurate term. He had been gang-fucked by demi-demon Bull Generals and taken smaller loads. It was thick, heavy and moved past and out of just his digestive tract. Vice-grips grasped organs and muscles, thinking she may be performing some sort of breeding process, or however these things procreated.

The suit saw to his compliance, as the only movement he made was causing his ass to jiggle with each futile stretch of his legs. His fingers only extended just to his ears now before snapping into place. After what felt like hours, his hair and forehead were wet with sweat of exertion, and the thorough using the creature was putting him through. A quick look down, and he hated at that moment the feeling of the plug against his sore, sensitive prostate as his stomach undulated and he enjoyed it.

---

The vile, latex-like goop worked its way through every nook and cranny of the demon's body, the coating impossibly thin but so intensely strong. At the very least, it had enough give to not potentially crush his insides, but the feeling was meant to be incredibly, monstrously uncomfortable. Lips stayed locked the entire time, the void creature never even breaking away to nibble at his lips.

When his 'filling' was done, though, she capped him off with something new. Living rubber spilled out from between both pairs of full, plump lips, engulfing Val's own. His teeth and tongue were hidden away, his throat ribbed, it all essentially becoming a perfect onahole for cock. The rubber kept building upon his lips, though, slowly pushing the monster's lips away. As inexorable as ever, it forced his lips into a perfect circle, gluing them all but permanently as another and another layer was lavished upon. By the time she was done and the kiss finally broke in full, what sat in place of the beautiful demon's lips was obscene.

A donut was the only way to describe it. A big, stupid, sexually charged fuck-donut. Just as void-black as the rest of his body, it now dominated his face, hiding most of his nose with just how hugely thick and squishy it was. He was reduced to little more than choked grunts and groans, a ring gag times a hundred now sealed around his mouth.

Satisfied, the monster stood again. She stepped back once, twice, right at the edge of the circle. Her sneer began to return again before she suddenly moaned out, hands wrapping around a growing and obscenely huge rubber dick between her legs. Eight, nine, ten, twelve, sixteen inches with the thickness to match, a monstrous cock designed to ruin well-trained, demonic throat. Slowly and almost absentmindedly, she stroked it, taking a step forward again. It was already gently prodding at the suck-statued demon's fresh new donut, leaking strangely rubbery 'pre'.

"Let's see if you can suffocate, boi."

---

Val could feel the sensation before he saw it. It felt physical, unnatural...and completely unstoppable. He had been so focused on his insides being turned into what his outsides likely looked like, he didn't consider anything worse that this creature could do. The last attempt-the last real attempt-to stretch from his whore squat had been before the kiss. He hadn't recovered any energy. In fact, he felt like he was still being drained. It was hard to move with hands gripping both lungs.

His vocal chords...it felt like one, single chord now. His throat was...it felt like what he had done to many boy's buttholes that didn't do well with large insertions. "Well, now I can enjoy you somehow" he had said to them. Ribbed, rubbery, trembling. But it was nothing compared to what had happened to his face. The soft, pouty black lips were something new and egregious. He felt the process. He felt his mouth shape into that perfect, dick-sucking 'O' and lock like the suit had. His lips were getting heavy as they bulged, and bulged, and soon, trembled. And that's all they could do. Tremble and drool. He gurgled gently, feeling them pulse as his eyes raced around, wanting to scream, wanting to threaten...wanting his beautiful body back.

Then he saw her. Saw what she was doing. His donut...the thought disgusted him...trembled in sympathetic connection as the rubbery phallus grew, and grew, and grew. Fat. Long. Ruin. The words were in his skull, he started to think that strange fluid was in his brain now. His ass jiggled from the weak struggling, his hands making their furthest attempt yet as they expended the last reserves of his energy in an attempt to cover his donut. They masked the obscenity for a moment before snapping back into perfect lace-locks, his whore-squatting legs unable to move any longer.

His only response was a wet gurgle.

---

The demon's last little desperate struggle only made the rubbermonster's massive dick twitch, bumping it against his new, glossy fuckhole. Aislinne seemed to ponder for a moment, her gaze going from his head to his horns. It was only a moment, though, the sheer need involved with suddenly having a monstrous cock taking over instead. She pushed forward again, her eager hands finally going for his weakest point. They grabbed hard onto both of Val's horns, squeezing down for a solid grip while, inch by inch, her cock stretched his rubberized body out even further.

If the poor thing drew breath, there was simply no way now. The monster hissed out all the way, her dick cramming itself down to his stomach and finally bottoming out somewhere it should never go inside of him. She had to fight not to let her gaze hit the ceiling, the lust in her eyes coming to the forefront. Her icy blues bored into his pretty purples, deadly intent on soaking in every little emotion he could manage with only them left to express.

"Ghh...if I..heh...break you now, you'll just come back to me. Isn't thaaa--hhhhh... great? All in your body, your...haaahhh...mind. Nnnghhhh...~"

That groan of hers was in his head, the sound echoing off the inside of his rubberized skull. It left behind a strange sort of white noise, the sound flaring up every time an even semi-complex thought rattled around in his head.

---

As the rubbery hands gripped both iron-black horns, Val felt his hole take another plugging from the sentient suit. From the sudden intake, he had sucked in a last breath before his donut fuck-hole was plugged up by the monstrous cock. His eyes turned into purple glass. A mix of effects from the suit, the horns, the rubber, the transformation. The hours-long insanity-inducing edging. His throat tightened, feeling it filled and bypassed. Val had taken heavy loads to his stomach, but never cock. Never this. He could barely thing, barely register. His throat tightened again, as if attempting to milk the creature as his hole throbbed, failing to move as much due to the suit and constant movement. Despite it all, he could see her eyes.

And he registered her words, because they were in his head now. They came in clearer the second time as they ricocheted around. He thought maybe if hi-BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT What if the suit wa-BZZZZZZZZZT Could he even d-BZZZZZZZZZZZZZT

So instead he sucked. His throat tightened and undulated as his stomach sloshed in new fluids, in new use as he thought. SUCK Nothing. SUCK No sounds. So he sucked and stared.

---

Like clockwork, the hard exploit of the demon's weakness had the monstergirl picking up her pace now. If she was leaking before, she was drooling now, further rubbery corruption pumped down the flagging boy's throat. While she fucked, the circle seemed to rise, rubber building up at both of their feet. It stuck Val firmly to it as his new 'base', the various runes and wards etching themselves into it in the same glowing blue as Aislinne's eyes. The glow played at the stupendous shine of the monster herself and the well-rubberized demon, her heavy hips shaking while her fat ass jiggled on each harsh thrust forward.

In, out, SUCK. In, out, SUCK. Losing herself in the moment, her hands started to work their way up and down Val's horns, essentially jerking them off while also finally shellacking them in her essence as well. It was sheer impossibility, but the eldritch allowed it as the demon's hair seemed to 'disappear' underneath the rubber coating. Still there, but not, even the fancy jewelry set upon his horns was sent away for that extra level of anonymity.

Now it was just his eyes, a little island of ashen pale skin surrounded by VOID. And Aislinne watched, quivering, hands shaking, body quaking. She planted her feet hard, tensing, gasping, groaning out with a rubberized, demonic throat milking her as perfectly as it should. Every moan she made resonated inside the poor suck-statue's emptying head, wiping away conscious thought, desire, need.

There was only the void, and it was quickly engulfing the very concept of Prince Valdera.  The monster had no need for the cocky, imperious little princeling now, only a simple, mindless, fuckable decoration.

---

SUCK SUCK SUCK SUCK His head was full of more than just words from the creature. His thoughts were becoming bland. Basic. Base. Base needs filled his head. SUCK SUCK SUCKSUCK He could feel his horns pumped and stroked, keeping his already emptied skull a degree deeper in stupid uselessness. He understood...Aislinne...was using his donut. He sucked. She pumped. He could see the ground starting to form around him, rubberizing and securing his h eels to the base. Why was i-BZZZZZZZZZZT. He took the cue to redouble his efforts. Tightening his throat. Readjusting his mind.

The weight and concept of his hair gone, his head reflecting his mind now as a shiny dome. Each heavy, needy moan sent new waves into his emptied skull. SUCK SUCKSUCKSUCK Throat tightening. Guts filling. Aislinne using it. Aislinne wants it to suck. SUCKSUCKSUCKSUCK. It's donut trembles wetly as the plap of hips fills it's head with new sounds. It is sucking Aislinne. SUCKSUCKSUCKSUCK It's eyes are purple glass. The thoughts in its head are sucking and squatting. and Aislinne.

SUCKAISLINNE SUCKAISLINNE SUCKAISLINNE SUCKAISLINNE

---

The exact moment Val's thoughts were beaten down into nothing was when Aislinne finally threw her head back and came. She screamed her delight while bottoming out in the empty demon's body, thighs quaking and legs going weak. The only thing keeping her upright was her deathgrip on the now fully solidified suck-statue's head, perfect handholds to help her pump her enormous load down its throat and beyond.

And it was a load. Liters of cum forced itself down, filling out, bulging the demon-shaped toy's stomach. Despite the sheer and perfectly formed tightness around her cock, jizz spilled out from the donut, dripping down the fat rim before slowly trickling down the statue's chest and softly rounded stomach. It collected at her feet and she was still going, now humping fast and wild like an idiot animal.

By the time she was done, her toy was bloated and beyond messy. It took some effort, but with weak arms she managed to ssscchlrk herself free, falling heavily on her plush, well-rounded ass. Her cock deflated as it shrunk back into nothingness, its work done but the peaking lust still strong in her head. For minutes at a time, she simply stared at it, its empty eyes still showing as phantom hands began to stroke and grope at its horns as a further lockdown of thought.

"Ahaaah...good. Good boi. I'll keep you~." Closing over its eyes was an afterthought at best, a simple flutter of her eyelids obliterating the last little hint of Val's identity. In its place sat something obscene, cum-bloated, and absurdly shiny. The glow of the runes at its feet held strong, highlighting the perfection of its form to be as eye-catching as possible.

Nobody, no one, nothing. Its tail was frozen in an upswept wag, all the better to display its perma-plugged, still pumped into ass. Legs spread perfectly, arms behind, with the perfect handholds to grab onto and fuck the stupid, squishy thing set upon its 'face'.

Suck Statue.