Feature Writer: kngelol

Feature Title: Sorceress Slut Azara

Published: 30.01.2023

Story Codes: Demonic

Synopsis: From a casual exhibitionist to an ogre demon cock slut

Sorceress Slut Azara

Sorceress Azara could still not believe that she was really doing it, she was wearing nothing under her robes even as she was surrounded by some of the most powerful magic users she had ever known. Her heart beat so fast that it felt like it would explode from some vile curse magic at any moment. But it was all worth it as the act filled her with an extreme rush of excitement that she had nothing else compare to, just like the ancient scrolls had promised. Not even the last time she had managed to increase her power in a notable way had given her such a sweet mix of exhilaration and ecstasy.

“Lady Azara, what are you plotting? Or why are you so silent about this matter?” a stern voice asked from the other side of a large round standing table that dominated the meeting hall. It was surrounded by the members of the Ruling Council who wore different colored robes and faceless masks that were imbued from top to bottom with all kinds of protective charms and enchantments. The overlords who governed over a prominent trading city were equally wary of any internal conflict as external threats.

“Lord Darken, I thought we settled this matter, that greedy ogre is to be executed and I add some, what was it, transparency on how many crystals are mined,” Azara voiced with a calm tone while her eyes focused on the Mage Lord with a red face mask. Even as her voice projected authority, her nubile elven body was trembling a bit. If she had not worn her purple mask that matched her robes, someone might have noticed that she had been more than distracted from the current topic.

“Even if there is nothing to accuse you of, I find it odd that you agreed to dispose of one of your most powerful ogres so easily,” Darken stated with a glance around the hall. Most just stood there focused on what was spoken since words were the most revealing thing around this table of powerful but equally paranoid magical councilors. Counselors who usually only agreed on things just to keep the meetings as short as possible so they could return to their own activities.

“If he can’t even be trusted to manage the mining operations, what is the use of keeping him?” Azara shrugged and she shifted her knees to spread her long legs to lessen the perverted pressure on her crotch. She had gotten so used to standing in the council meetings that any moment she was not trying to entertain herself was filled with boredom. Even when the topic was about her, it hardly mattered since usually, nobody in the council had the courage to directly act against the other members and Darken’s accusations only served to add to her excitement.

“If you are so flippant about him, why don’t gift him to me for disposal, some of my apprentices have developed very creative reward and punishment methods of extracting information,” Darken offered with another wide glance around the hall to request support. “Maybe they can even figure out where the missing crystals went.”

“So bold of you to assume that your methods are more creative than mine,” Azara voiced while the memory of her last conversation with the traitorous ogre visited her mind. He had yelled something about not even her arrogant bitch cunt could make him talk before her apprentice Elena had dragged him away to be interrogated.

“Offering their services is the least I can do,” Darken shrugged but Azara barely heard him. She saw herself exposing all of her perfect silky flesh to the ogre and not even using a mask. Like that, he could tell if she was lying from her bare face, she could reveal to him all of her dirtiest secrets and he would know them to be true but would not live to tell about them. So she bit into her lower lip while a disgustingly sweet excitement filled her.

By the time the meeting was over, Azara was almost trembling from anticipation while she wondered if the mages that were flanking her at the table were able to hear her heavier than usual breathing. Even thoughts of immediate exposure visited her mind but there was no way she could do that. The humiliation would be beyond anything she would be willing to subject herself to.

After the final words, Azara almost ran into the mirror behind her that operated as a Portal Focus that was adjusted so only her magic could operate it. Her body distorted a bit before it turned into dust and flew into the mirror.

---

The moment Azara materialized in her luxurious bedroom that was located near the top of her tower, she began fiddling with her robes. Her purple eyes focused on the mirror that she had just used to enter the room before she took off her mask to show her slightly gaping soft lips and flawless elven face.

“Now what should I do, appear before that traitorous brute and just… just,” Azara began to stutter while her hands moved to slowly but surely tear down her robes. They fell down around her to reveal that she had not worn anything else to the meeting.

Azara squinted her eyes like seeing her slender pale body being exposed to the mirror was blinding her. Her stomach and legs were smooth and firm but her ass and breasts had notable perky volume to them that was empathized further by her hourglass hip. Long tied raven-black hair flowed down her shoulder and she gave it a long stroke.

“Could he guess that it’s me, could he look at this and know it’s mine, a woman’s he must hate but there is no way he would hate me after seeing it,” Azara almost panted while her hands slid down to cup her plump pubic mound that was thoroughly shaved to give her body a statue-like impression in the dim magical light of the nearby orbs. Though slight blush was forming on her skin like the milky marble was coming alive.

“Would he get aroused without knowing it’s me and lose his mind when he realizes it’s me, or would he get obsessed with my perfect body and beg forgiveness,” Azara uttered while her right hand reached for the mirror. She watched it move with trembling anticipation and after a hard swallow, her body began to turn into dust before flowing into the mirror.

---

When Azara manifested from a mirror into a large cell, her face looked almost as shocked as the ogre’s. He was bound to kneel against a wall with several magical binds that served as the only illumination in the room. He was facing the mirror to be reminded of the all-seeing power of the rulers of the city-state so he had immediately noticed when a pale female shape almost began to shine in the relative darkness.

“I-I did it, he sees me,” Azara mouthed silently but even then she stuttered a bit. As her eyes adjusted to the dim lights of the purple binds, it did not escape her either that her body was the most visible object in the room like her flesh was shining light better than the source was.

Azara almost thought that her breathing had become insanely heavy but then she realized that it was the ogre. His yellow eyes were almost shining as brightly as the binds. The brute was clearly absorbing every detail of the nubile sorceress’s body with an even better vision in the dark than she had without using magic.

“What do you think of my body?” Azara uttered as she spread her knees and lifted her hands behind her head. She had done the lewd pose countless times before a mirror just as described in the ancient scrolls and every time excitement had filled her body like someone was watching her. And this time someone clearly was and the effects were far stronger.

“Show your ass to me,” the ogre grunted and Azara gasped but she still began turning around just to hide her increasingly blushing face. She did not stop until she only saw the creature in the mirror. He towered taller than her even on his knees so she only saw parts of his muscular form framing her own body.

“What do you think? Do I look perfect?” Azara panted as she adjusted her ass so that the ogre’s eyes had a better view from their elevated position. As neither could detect lies through the reflection, she assumed the creature would be more willing to give her the truth.

“Not sure yet, shake that sorceress ass a bit more,” the ogre voiced and Azara’s spread knees began to tremble a bit. A sense that the creature had somehow guessed who she was filled her and she needed to know if he had.

“Do you know who I am?” Azara asked and she turned her head to see the ogre’s face directly so she would know if he was telling the truth. Even in the dim light, the sorceress was able to do it as well as the demon. A demon whose name she realized that she did not remember. He had just been that brute who her favorite apprentice had put in charge of the security in the crystal mines.

“Apprentice of that irrational tower witch, a weak new one since she sent you here,” the ogre voiced and Azara could not see any lies on his face. She almost began to giggle as the creature had clearly missed the chance to recognize her active magic when she had entered. And now her bare face he had never seen was as good as an actual mask to some extent.

“How bold of you, she might be listening,” Azara teased as she shifted to stare at the slight smile that visited her lips from the mirror. She wanted to capture the moment he would learn who she was into her memory but first, she wanted to make him actually praise her body.

“She sent you here, I bet she wants to see you offer me your body,” the ogre said and Azara turned around only to freeze and not because of anything he had said. A visibly throbbing red cock had pushed out of his loincloth and it swayed as it grew like some obscene demon sausage.

“What’s the matter? Too much for you to handle? Just try the tip and beg and I might be lenient,” the ogre grinned as he bulged his massive muscles against the binds just to have his cock sway a bit more. Even as he was forced to keep a very specific kneeling position, he still managed to conjure enough force to sway his rod as it reached its full towering glory.

“I’m not touching that, I mean you, a brutish demon like you should be honored just from seeing my bare flesh,” Azara uttered even as saliva dripped on her chin and she was still holding her hands behind her head. To her, the way the cock before her was pulsing seemingly on its own was a clear sign that the demon was getting excited far more than he was letting on.

“Free my hand then and let me jerk off one last time, while being honored by your presence,” the ogre suggested and Azara took it as a sign that the cock with a bloated mushroom tip was filling him with far more impulses than her clit ever did. Even as her knob was almost swelling out of her tight puffed vulva, she could not even imagine just how extreme of a sensation something way bigger would cause.

“The only thing stopping you from attacking me like a raging sex beast are the binds, right?” Azara asked and she looked up to see the demonic face just to find out if he would answer honestly.

“Yes, the more you tease me, the more I just want to stuff you full,” the ogre almost roared with a wide grin of his big teeth. The strength of his voice made Azara tremble a bit as a wet line spilled down her inner thigh. Her hands fell to her sides while a slight gape spread on her lips from the thought that she had driven this demon to madness just with her body.

“Good, look at my breasts worm and suffer,” Azara exclaimed and she grabbed both of her mounds and lifted them up. She also took a few steps forward without really noticing it as she presented her erect nipples tauntingly to the ogre. Her eyes drifted down and she looked at his cock like she wanted to see its throbbing reactions over his face.

“What a disgusting torture, I might spill the truth if you shook that tasty ass before me,” the ogre said and Azara spun around on an impulse. She leaned down to bend her ass to him before starting to sway her perky bum from right to left on repeat while her hands cupped the bottoms of her rear cheeks just like she had done to her breasts before.

“Step closer, closer, closer, don’t stop,” the ogre boomed and Azara did the first few steps until her eyes hit the mirror before her. On it, it looked like the ogre was positioned just the right way to enter her from behind. The way his hands were spread and tied to his sides made it seem like he was some very special servant demon she was using for a very specific purpose. To sate her carnal needs.

“It must be awful that you can’t relieve yourself, having to hold back must be unbearable with something that grows so big,” Azara voiced as she suddenly straightened herself and turned around to realize that only a few more steps would have been enough for her ass to hit the cock. She stood so close to the ogre that she could see his muscular body breathe and tower over her in great detail.

“Do you desire my cock, sorceress?” the ogre asked and Azara’s lips gaped open to refute it with an insult but then she realized that the demon would know if she lied better than she did. She was definitely aroused, even more so than when she was masturbating before a mirror and thinking if some god or rival was able to see her. But even then she was not sure if the cock was the culprit in any way.

“Get that thing away from me,” Azara flared with an almost gleeful smile and she swung with her right hand on an impulse. The impact on the tip burned her palm and her eyes followed the cock sway only for it to hit back into her palm. She took the hit with a slight gasp and she grabbed her wrist with her left hand to bring the hand towards her like to examine something that no longer belonged to her.

“It’s not going away on its own, hit it again,” the ogre taunted and Azara looked up. She was not sure what she had expected a cock to feel like but the impacts had been oddly soft and very heated. And the longer she held her hand, the more she wanted to test if a longer feel of the cock would be as oddly exhilarating.

“This is what you want right? To be touched?” Azara asked after a hard swallow and she squeezed his tip with her already spoiled right hand. The odd pulsing warm softness that combined with fleshy hardness filled the senses of her palm and her hand slid down the cock just to find out that the sensations were a bit different when the slippery and oddly silky skin slid along her fingers. It definitely wasn’t something she had expected from a demon’s body.

“I want to fit all of my cock into your cunt,” the ogre grinned and Azara jolted back a bit to give a proper look at the red rod. Her eyes jolted up and down it while she tried to compare it to her forearm and stomach.

“That’s not possible,” Azara said as she could barely imagine that half of the ridiculously large but tasty-looking red sausage could fit into her pussy. Only her throat had the length for it and that would have issues with width.

“How do you know, if you don’t even try,” the ogre mused with a long trailing glance of his own like he needed a reminder of how Azara’s hip and breasts were shaped. Though as he spotted something glistening along her inner thigh, he focused on it for a moment.

“How beautiful am I?” Azara asked and a tilted smile visited her lips. The intense way the brute was looking at her was not escaping her so she spread her knees again before lifting her hands behind her head. She wanted to show her favorite position to him again to see if she could make him even more aroused or actually break his mind from obsession towards her perfect body he could not touch.

“You are the most beautiful elf that has ever shown their body to me,” the ogre voiced and Azara was a bit annoyed by his phrasing like he was trying to hide something by specifying elves. But due to the state of his cock, she could at least be sure of his desire for her.

“Do you hate Lady Azara?” the sorceress asked with slight glee. Her body tensed and her breathing accelerated a bit. At this point, she wanted to hear the most scathing declaration of hatred from him so she could have more fun when her identity was revealed. That is if she deemed him worthy of knowing it before his execution.

“Azara is the saddest excuse of a sorceress that has ever existed. That arbitrary tower hermit is better off being locked in some dungeon crafting than leading anything,” the ogre voiced like he was trying to specify his opinion as much as possible. “If that is what you wanted to know.”

“Not even trying to hide what you think? Aren’t you afraid of what she can do to you?” Azara voiced without even a hint of being insulted in her mind or tone. If anything her breathing was getting a bit ragged while a blush filled her usually pale cheeks. This creature was truly the perfect test to find out if her body was beautiful enough to overcome true hatred.

“Why would I? She wants info, I call her a bitch and fuck her apprentice,” the ogre grinned and Azara did her latest attempt to look up at his face instead of his constantly throbbing cock. His words reminded her that she really should try to get more than carnal pleasure and excitement out of this encounter.

“Will you tell me where the missing crystals went if I help you cum?” Azara asked and her hands slid down to her clit. It had swollen out of her tight puffed vulva and to punish it for being so perverted despite having an audience, she squeezed it with her thumb and index finger only to make it throb more.

“I will think about it,” the ogre replied while his focus too went on Azara’s crotch. For a moment she rubbed herself while observing any reactions from the cock before her. But then she shook her head to focus.

“Answer the question without wording tricks if you want to cum,” Azara said after she looked up again. The ogre did not even bother focusing above her hip like he did not even want to know if she was lying and there was a conflicted pause before he replied.

“I can talk if you milk my cock with your elven cunt,” the ogre stated and it took longer for Azara to imagine what milking a cock with a cunt would look like than she would ever want to admit. After all, it was just another way to say fuck.

“That is not going to happen but I might lend a hand if you beg for the honor of my touch,” Azara voiced even as she decided that she would at least try rubbing the cock into her vulva. In one of the scrolls she had seen, some ancient sorceress had drawn with great detail how one could use large demon cocks as masturbation aids without actually taking them in.

“Yeah right, why don’t you beg for the information while you ride my cock,” the ogre taunted with a widening grin, and Azara suddenly lost her impulse to masturbate before him. “I will definitely tell you something if you pleasure me well enough.”

“If you don’t start begging now, it’s the last time you see me,” Azara voiced and she turned around to head toward the mirror. She moved with slow steps while looking at the ogre’s reflection while she waited for the demon to start regretting missing the chance to be touched by her hand.

“Nice bluff, is your mistress even going to let you leave?” the ogre irked and Azara decided that she wanted to see his reaction when she left. Maybe he would immediately start begging the mirror to see her again or simply start crying from pure regret. So she reached for the mirror.

“Mistress, I can’t do this please let me leave,” Azara voiced and her body distorted into dust before flowing into the mirror. As she appeared back in her room, she focused on the mirror to spy on the ogre. He had just closed his eyes like he was sleeping.

“Maybe if I give him a few hours, he will come to regret his stubbornness,” Azara muttered while she watched the ogre’s cock to deflated. “Meanwhile, I had some work to do.”

---

The imprisoned ogre had fallen asleep almost immediately after Azara had left. He saw restless and arousing wet dreams that almost made him cum but he still woke the moment someone pushed open the large metal door of his cell. The one who entered wore purple robes and a faceless mask that indicated her as one of Azara’s many apprentices.

“And here I thought you forgot all about me,” the ogre grinned while the apprentice stared at the mirror. After several moments she stopped and approached the bound demon.

“Silent if you don’t want to stay here,” the apprentice almost whispered and she took out a small colorless crystal. She ignored the erect cock that was almost poking at her when she reached to press the crystal against the ogre’s lower chest. In moments, his body began to distort and turn to dust until all of it flowed into the object she was holding.

---

A dim light radiated from the intricate silver chisel Azara’s nimble fingers were using to shape a colorless crystal into a ring. While she did so, it seemed like nothing outside of her task could bother her. Only the slight sounds from her precise movements filled the workshop and her face was almost as emotionless as the mask she wore to the public.

“Why can’t I stop thinking about that cursed demon,” Azara suddenly flared and she slammed the ring into the table with enough force to shatter it. It burst into dust and seemingly evaporated from existence.

“This is that sword all over again, what was its name again, why did I have to waste so much time getting something so useless,” Azara muttered while her eyes focused on one of the many mounted trophies on the wall. Among the intricate objects, the single silver sword was notable just from the fact that it was not made from crystals of any color.

“Fine, I’ll go give it one more look. Maybe I should masturbate with it, to get it over with, even if it involves touching… that thing,” Azara kept voicing to herself while she took her mask and placed it on her face. “It’s not like anybody will know, and I’m sure those other councilors are using their demons to… all kinds of things.”

“I will go to him, open my robes and ask if he recognizes me,” Azara grinned while she headed for a mounted mirror on the wall and reached her hand to it. As her body turned to dust, a wide grin gaped on her hidden lips.

---

It took only moments for Azara’s grin to freeze when she realized that the only thing left from the ogre was a set of empty binds that still glowed on their positions like the prisoner had turned invisible. She even thought of that for a moment before she shook her head and a surge of anger filled her. She had just decided to use him and now he was gone.

Purple lightning began crackling around Azara and strange violent mist pulsed around her. She did not even need to move her hands to focus a devastating torrent that slammed into the metal door of the cell to burst it open. The door fell down with a loud bang as all of its hinges broke along with its lock.

“Where is the prisoner?” Azara flared as she floated on top of the partly torn metal door to stare along the corridor. She was met with a silver-masked ogre guard who was already kneeling on all fours to make his large body lower than the elven sorceress.

“First Apprentice Elena killed him in rage for daring to defy you,” the ogre guard exclaimed without looking up from the floor. “We did not think it was important to inform you since the traitor was going to die anyways.”

“Not that it matters, he is not the only one of his kind,” Azara muttered before she commanded. “Prisoner ledger, now.”

The ogre took out a book that hang on his belt and he began moving on his knees toward Azara while offering it. She stepped forward impatiently and grabbed it to go through the current prisoners. None of them were ogres and the few humans that were being held for petty offenses were definitely not enticing her interest, and not only because she could not execute them after she was done with them or risk damaging her reputation.

Azara’s eyes moved to the ogre kneeling before her. He definitely had the same size as the supposedly dead ogre. Though the demon was also clearly devoted to her service so using him for her whims made even the elven sorceress feel troubled. So instead she began thinking about what was it that she even wanted.

“Tell me, what is the best way to fulfill carnal desires?” Azara asked with a stern tone that came out far harsher than she had intended. Especially since she had asked the ogre on an impulse to get something new to orient her thoughts.

“Huh? If you mean a place, that must be the Golden Lotus at the Center Plaza of the city,” the ogre replied a bit shocked. Even during his words, he felt the need to press his forehead to the ground and shrink his body as low as possible like he was a giant red turtle trying to hide.

“A brothel, of course,” Azara sighed while feeling a bit foolish. Everybody should know that the best place to fulfill carnal desires was a brothel. She could go in wearing a commoner’s mask to hide her identity and come out after being satisfied by countless professionals.

---

Azara had gone through her wardrobes to find the perfect disguise. The previous master of the tower had left a large collection of all kinds of clothes and she almost wished that she had disposed of most of them to make choosing one easier today. Though once she had found one that clearly suited her current needs, she immediately put it on and began examining herself in the mirror.

“They can even see my lips, so indecent,” Azara muttered while her fingers trailed on the red mask that only cover the upper part of her face. So her mouth, pony-tailed hair, and pointed ears were completely exposed. Though the indecency did not end with the mask, the red dress she wore had no sleeves and the hem ended to her knees. If one could even call it that since the skirt part was cut from the sides all the way up to her hip so that her long shapely legs were constantly being threatened with full exposure.

“If it is sex I want, I will have the most glorious perfect sex fitting of my body,” Azara grinned while she crouched down a bit with a spread of her knees to expose her legs to the mirror. Her hands trailed to feel up the leather collar that connected with the dress and she pushed her chest to empathize the cut that revealed the gap between her breasts.

After Azara was done with her self-examination, she began thinking of ways to actually get into the establishment. There were several public Portal Focuses around the city she could use and if she did not want to have her identity immediately exposed, she had to use one of those to blend in with the commoners before making her entrance into the perverted club.

---

The almost only things Azara heard were her own heartbeat and absurdly heavy breathing. Her pale skin burned hot even in the dim light of the setting sun. All around her were people who mostly moved away from her like she had some rare disease. Then again besides some laboring demons, she was the only one showing skin on the large plaza that was mostly filled with masked and heavily robed citizens.

“Shameless,” some nearby man voiced and the word began repeating in Azara’s mind while her eyes saw some stars. As she walked she had no choice but to let her legs slip out of the side cuts of her dress but with the amount of exposure she had even when still, that was just the mentally tingling icing on the exhibitionist cake.

Azara could more than feel countless stares on her flesh even as only masked people surrounded her. If she had not set a destination for herself, she had long ago just frozen still and mentally melted into a pile of exposed flesh. She was slowly but surely approaching a large sandstone building that was at the other end of the plaza from where she had entered.

“Golden Lotus,” read with large shining letters that were visible from every spot on the plaza. The building was not the biggest monument of architecture around but before it was the biggest crowd of male citizens at this time of the day. All of them were waiting for entry before one of the structure’s massive doors even as several other entryways were empty.

Several whistles and waves greeted Azara as she reached the crowd of waiting men. She headed straight past them to one of the open doors that had a red ogre guarding it. He wore a golden mask and his highly muscular stature easily towered over anybody before him.

“Excuse me, do you work here?” the ogre boomed and Azara tried to look up only to have her eyes glued to the bulge in the ogre’s golden loincloth. If she was indecently dressed, then this demon was practically naked.

“W-what do you mean?” Azara uttered with an oddly gleeful and excited tone. It triggered her to rise her hands to cover her exposed lips only to realize that some drool had spilled on her chin.

“Follow me,” the ogre grunted and his large hand lowered like to push Azara in a certain direction without actually touching her. Her body moved as he directed while she kept glancing at the hand while almost letting her back touch it.

After Azara and the demon headed in, another ogre took his place at the doorway. Not that she paid any attention to it as she was guided into a narrow side passage that was barely wide or high enough for a single ogre. So he literally blocked her in with his body.

There were no thoughts in Azara’s mind even as excitement built in her body. She was not sure what was going to happen, but at this point, she just wanted something that would climax or end her mind-numbing anticipation in some way. Though when she was guided into a hall that was filled with ogres in golden masks and loincloths, she froze hard enough to force the ogre behind her to start pushing her so he could enter the hall.

More ogres than Azara could count at that moment shifted their emotionless masks at her. But as their red bulging bodies moved around, all she could see was lust and desire aimed at her being. One of the loincloths even let a large cock escape it and her eyes locked to stare at it.

“Now, why are you here?” the ogre that had been escorting Azara boomed. Her body almost trembled just from his deep voice and her hands pressed to hide the grin on her exposed lips. All the while her knees began to spread like she could not even control her urge to expose more of her legs.

“You just want to see more of my elven body, right?” Azara uttered while her eyes darted around. Every move the ogres did shifted their muscles and with so many of them, she kept seeing multiple things that competed with her attention.

“I would not say no to that, but don’t expect much payment,” one of the ogres grunted and Azara almost wanted to ask why they would pay her but then she shook her head as the full realization came to her. These brutes had mistaken her to be a whore. Her eyes tilted and an urge to find out how much they valued her filled her. So she moved past two ogres to step on one of the many tables in the hall.

“Look at my body and tell me how much it’s worth,” Azara exclaimed as she spread her knees and lifted her hands behind her head. Her legs were completely exposed to the sides of her long loincloth and several ogres rushed toward her. She watched them seemingly pull the table she was on apart by sliding a section on her left away to create a space that let her be evenly surrounded from all sides.

Approving grunting surrounded Azara and some hands landed on her legs. The almost leathery hands slid on her silky flesh and sent borderline tickling tingles along the skin they touched. One of the hands even slid under her rear cloth to discover that she wore nothing under it.

“S-so, would you give all you have t-to have my body?” Azara stuttered and she crouched down a bit more while spreading her feet to help the demons further away from her to reach at least some part of her. The more her body pulsed from their demanding hands, the more she wanted them to cover all of her.

“Depends, can you even fit a real demon cock?” an ogre boomed and some others laughed. Azara’s mind focused on her pussy only to notice just how much pressure had built there just from the caressing of her legs. On impulse, she lowered her hands to cover her mouth while a grin spread there.

“If you can’t, shake your fat ass to earn some tip,” one of the ogres voiced to fuel the amused laughter around Azara. She almost began laughing with them but then she felt the need to protest.

“My ass is not fat, it’s perfectly perky, can’t you feel it?” Azara uttered and the ogre that had only been feeling one cheek before now clamped both of his hands to cup her entire rear with a push. It almost made her fall forward but some large helpful hand pressed into her stomach to balance her.

“She is right, the perfect perky bottom to cushion a hard hammering,” the ogre that was massaging Azara’s bum nodded. His thumbs slid between her legs and pressed into her puffed vulva. There was no way he did not feel the wetness there but he did not stop even as a drip slid along his finger.

“I see you are in the middle of something, so let me introduce your new comrade and you can get back to it,” a man in a red faceless mask and matching robes voiced. Heads turned towards him while Azara recognized him as an apprentice of one of her peers at the Ruling Council.

“Meet Golak, Lord Darken told you to take good care of him from now on,” the apprentice voiced with a wave at an ogre that wore the same golden loincloth as everybody else of his kind in the hall but carried the mask in his hand. He was greeted by a round of grunts while most of the focus went back to Azara.

“You came back on a lucky day, we have special dinner entertainment,” one of the ogres announced like he knew him and Golak pushed into the crowd. He put his mask on his face that had looked familiar to Azara but she really could not be sure, especially when she only remembered clearly one part of the imprisoned ogre from before.

“Pale skin elf, just what I was looking for,” Golak nodded with a glance along Azara’s spread legs. The big red hands covered large sections of them but there were more than enough tempting gaps between them.

“You, show me your cock,” Azara almost flared as her eyes fixated on the newcomer. The name on the prisoner ledger had been different but she could not shake the odd familiarity she felt when looking at him.

“Let me taste your cunt first,” Golak replied and Azara gasped while predictive images filled her mind and suddenly she was not sure if the familiarity was because of her desire to have sex with him. Just like with the prisoner before who had supposedly died.

“You better make it feel pleasurable,” Azara gritted behind her hands that still covered her mouth. The same ancient scrolls that had introduced her to her favorite exhibitionist pose had also dedicated some paragraphs describing the pleasurability of demon tongues.

“I live to pleasure pretty pussies, my lady,” Golak said with a playfully polite tone as he pushed to sit on a chair before the table. The hands on Azara’s legs suddenly began pushing her towards him and lifting up her glorified loincloths. They were quickly tied together on her side with a hard knot to leave her crotch and ass completely exposed.

“Just how I like em, a bit red, meaty, and no hair, don’t tell me you guys got her for me as a gift?” Golak mused and after dropping his mask on the table, he reached to clamp his hands on both of Azara’s thighs. He immediately lifted her off from her feet and she fell down before some hands balanced her to lay on her back in the air.

“We didn’t even know you were going to show up,” one of the ogres grunted while Golak spread Azara’s legs before his face. His large tentacle-like tongue slid out and licked along her whole vulva sending numb tingles up her spine. Her feet trembled awkwardly in the air behind him and someone removed her leather shoes.

“Thanks for the juicy cunt anyways,” Golak grinned and his lips surrounded Azara’s pussy before his tongue thrust into her. The large slimy mass enveloped her depths perfectly and pulsed against her every fold. It filled her with heated saliva and pumped her folds to swell even more than they had before. Even her vulva was twitching a bit along with her clit from the deep stimulation.

Yet again Azara did not even need to look around her to know that all eyes were on her. As her body heated up, she felt like a magical magnet that had been designed to attract all attention around it. So her mind kept telling her that this was just the beginning, soon enough these creatures could no longer hold back and start fighting over her, or worse since she did not have enough flesh to let all of them have her at the same time.

“So how’s the elf? She been used today?” one of the ogres irked and the tongue in Azara suddenly stopped. She closed her eyes with anticipation as her body was suddenly lowered to the table. Her legs were pushed on her sides with a spread like to test their flexibility before the last pair of hands parted her skin which suddenly felt oddly bare.

“Good enough to test her worth as a demon whore,” Golak exclaimed while odd silence filled the hall. Even with the spoken words, Azara could not stop thinking that the ogres were going to start fighting over her at any moment. And if they would harm her in any way, she would need to use her magic and be exposed to the apprentice if he was still even here.

“Why did you stop?” Azara demanded while the anticipation was almost killing her. And she opened her eyes to see how all of the ogres had taken off their masks. They were all grinning at her with faces that looked almost identical to her despite being brutish in different ways.

“I thought you wanted to see my cock,” Golak nodded and Azara realized that a large red penis that pulsed on its own had been placed above her stomach. As her eyes tilted to stare at it, she could have sworn that she had seen it before. And just like to compare, she looked around to examine the few other ogre cocks that had been revealed around the table.

Azara clenched her teeth as she covered her pussy with both of her hands like to buy time to think. Her fingers got instantly soaked from the demon’s abundant saliva that was almost oozing out of her heavily swollen pussy. Her body had never been in such a state and she could barely focus on her thoughts.

“Why so hesitant, my lady? I pledge on my honor to please you,” Golak said and he did a playful bow with his massive body that lowered his long cock to rest across Azara’s hands and stomach. The only thing she was sure about was that she could not be sure of anything. But having something like that forced into her would definitely make her focus, so she pulled her hands to cover her mouth again even if it meant staining her lips with the ogre’s saliva.

“You will regret it if you don’t keep your word,” Azara muttered while she mentally prepared to return any pain thousandfold by bursting the hall full of violent lighting before escaping. Even if it would not grant her that much pleasure, at least having this brute forcefully defile her should remove any notions from her mind about wanting to have sex with someone like him. Or so she thought while she almost nodded to herself with a hidden grin like she suddenly just needed more excuses to let this happen.

A sturdy tip landed against Azara’s vulva and it immediately began pushing between her nether lips. As it penetrated deeper slowly but surely, Azara kept waiting for it to thrust too hard at any moment or spread her too wide but the penetrating pressure suddenly stopped when it hit her end. The length inside of her throbbed but it was suddenly still like there was nothing more able to push into her.

“Just taking half makes you get fat, such a picky eater,” Golak irked and his fingers pulled up Azara’s dress to expose her stomach up to her breasts. There was a clear bulge on her stomach that she saw when one of the ogres decided to help her head up from the desk. The area between her pussy and navel looked a bit odd and her clit and vulva were pulsing almost in sync with the cock that throbbed on its own.