Duchess Maelistryx is in her portal room, chanting the spell to open the connection to the prime material. She'd finally mastered the art of traveling the planes at will, something few demons seemed to bother with for reasons she couldn't fathom. Mortals were so fun to mess with, to corrupt, enslave, and most of all, to fuck. She'd been searching for an appropriate high priestess, and thought she'd finally found someone who fit the bill perfectly. As the glowing blue rift in the dimensions opened, she purred in anticipation. She was dressed in her typical thigh high white leather boots with six inch heels, and a white leather waist cincher, accentuating her already perfect figure. Her massive cock swung freely between her legs, and her luscious breasts were also bare. She had little need for modesty, and very little to fear from most opponents. She giggled, as the scent of forest wafted through the portal, and then she stepped through, letting it close behind her. She sniffed the air, knowing her priestess-to-be was close, trying to get a fix on her.

Priestess Sangria 's scent drifted along the wind from a nearby spring, wherein she was currently bathing. Even beneath the water, her hefty, swaying curves stood out prominently. Particularly her fat cleavage, which formed a small pool of their own. The priestess was presently working water into her hair, sighing happily with her eyes closed. If she had noticed the demon yet, she showed no signs of it. Just from this distance, the fertile scent on her hung heavily, as did the smell of grapes and a good deal of cum, the sort that probably would require a few more baths to truly wash away.

Duchess Maelistryx catches the scent on the wind, and she shudders, her cock twitching. She was instantly sure she'd made the right choice, her amber eyes glittering. She started toward the scent, silent as an elf despite her improbable attire. What was the point of being a millenia old demoness if you couldn't enchant the living shit out of your favorite articles of clothing, after all? The idle thought drifted through her head, and she had to bite her lip to stifle a little giggle. She was covering ground quickly, and soon she heard the sounds of water.

Priestess Sangria stands up in the water, streams of fluid spilling over her tit-flesh. She continues to run fingers through her hair, before reaching down to massage and scrub down her heavy udders. This is a process that takes some measure of delicateness, a bit too vigorous and she might start to leak her warm milk right there. Such was the risk of carrying such grand milk tanks along with her. Sangria still paid her surroundings no notice, humming softly to herself as was the habit of any who loved song as much as a satyr.

Duchess Maelistryx steps into the clearing, listening to the song, and grinning to herself. She watches the curvy satyr bathing herself, and her cock starts to stir, the immensely thick meatpole beginning to harden as she continues to stalk towards the satyr. Her hips sway and her tail lashes back and forth. Her curves jiggle with every step as her pink tongue darts out, wetting sapphire lips, making them glisten. She gives another shiver of anticipation as she reaches the bank of the pool. "Mmm, you're even lovelier in the flesh..."

Priestess Sangria 's hair rests draped over one shoulder, matted down by water still. Her nose catches the scent of something that strikes her as deliciously perverse, sending her own loins into a brief but noticeable activity. She turns at the abrupt address, and finds herself face-to-face with that firm, sinful cock, hovering inches away from her. Sangria blinks, staring just a bit longer at the meaty dick than she might have meant to, before her gaze rises to meet the Duchess' herself, "Oh my...hello there~." She says with a sly smirk, "Am I to understand that my reputation preceeds me...?" She asks curiously.

Duchess Maelistryx nods and gives her an equally wicked little grin, matching that smirk. "Why yes. I need a qualified Priestess and you seem like the perfect fit for me. Well, I think you'll be the perfect fit. We'll have to test that, again and again." Her immense cock twitches, and a glob of glowing blue precum lands right on Sangria's fact. It is steaming hot, and smells spicy, reminiscent of cinnamon. The demon grins as Sangria gets that dollop on her cheek. "Oh, oops. Sorry about that. You see I haven't been milked at all today and I'm very full..."

Priestess Sangria would have considered this a great blasphemy if only she had properly interpreted the Duchess' words. She said she needed a priestess, and Sangria was most certainly a priestess! It hadn't occurred to her that the demon meant that she wanted the -devotion- of a priestess. So, when she caught some of that hot precum on her cheek, the satyress happily lapped it up, humming softly as that sizzling spunk touched her tongue, "Mmnh, my goodness. You mean to tell me that a gorgeous thing like yourself has gone entire -hours- without those perfect balls being emptied~?" She coos, stepping out of the pool and grinning with her hands on her hips, "Why, I'd be happy to...test your fit~. It's my duty, after all, to provide relief for those in need. I am truly flattered you sought me out like this...how would you like me first? Oh, and what shall I call you...?"

Duchess Maelistryx purrs to her softly. "I am Maelistryx, Duchess of Lust. Though the full title is kind of stuffy. You can just call me 'Your Worship' or 'Mistress' or 'My New Goddess'." Her golden eyes glittered with both lust and mirth as she grinned unabashedly at Sangria. "As for how I'd like you, I was hoping for a full demonstration of your... skills." She spreads her legs into a wide stance, putting her huge sapphire balls on display. The twin orbs steaming hot, and visibly throbbing, so full of steaming demon cum were they. The immense cock twitches again, making Maeli shiver, another glob of pre splattering Sangria.

Priestess Sangria falls to her knees, immediately beginning to stroke that plump shaft. But even with both hands, it seems like she'll need help. The satyress cups her thick breasts and smothers the hefty cock between them, gliding back and forth as she licks and kisses the tip, "MMnh...as you desire, Mistress~. For a Duchess of such renown, I'll make sure to service you extra-well~." Her silky lips glide and slurp hungrily along the cock's thick tip, her own tits beginning to leak slightly as the heat and throbbing of the shaft between them gets her riled up. And the scent was overwhelming, enough to make her pause long enough to bury her face into those girthy balls, polishing and licking and sucking while the shaft rests on her head, leaking indecently into her newly-cleaned hair. "Y...you smell utterly incredible, my Duchess~..."

Duchess Maelistryx watches the satyr start to worship her cock hungrily. The head is as big as one of Sangria's fists, easily, the length matching one of the woman's forearms. "You love my scent? Mmmnh... most do. Try lifting up my cock and burying your nose right in the base of my sack. Take some nice long deep breaths there, Sangria. I think you'll -really- enjoy that." She kept her legs as wide as she could, letting Sangria drown in demonic pheromones and her heady scent. Her cock was leaking like a faucet now, a steady stream of demonic precum, glowing and piping hot pouring from the tip as she groaned her pleasure. "Mmm, your devotion to your work is absolutely delightful... show me more~"

Priestess Sangria slickly slides her hands back and forth across her cunny with one hand, already wet and needy from the scent as she nuzzles those juicy demonic cum-factories, nibbling on their flesh occasionally and suckling deep on the base of her cock. The only breaths she takes are suffused with that hot musk, to the point where it blocks out the ordinary scent of the forest. By now, her nipples were starting to drip with her cream, and she was desperately in need of more. Once she made sure her new Mistress' balls were properly polished, she licks her way back up to the tip, where she could then rest the shaft snugly between her heavy udders. "S-such a perfect pair of balls~...I would be honored to carry your delicious seed, Mistress~..." She moans.

Duchess Maelistryx shudders, watching Sangria closely. Her moans and eager licking at that huge blue cock positively delighting the demon. The pencil thick sapphire veins that lined her cerulean shaft were pulsing hard with her heartbeat, and Sangria would be able to every beat of Maeli's wicked heart between her fat tits. The head was leaking its steaming juices all over the satyress now, her collarbone and upper chest getting a coating of steaming hot juice, the scent rising from it and adding to the assault on the woman's senses. She reaches down to grip Sangria's horns, just holding them gently for now, using them to keep herself steady, not guiding Sangria's movements. Then she giggled in delight at that last sentence. "MMm, and where would you like to carry it, little mortal?"

Priestess Sangria pants hotly as she licks at the precum oozing from that fat cock, wrapping her lips around it long enough to swallow heaping mouthfuls of the spicy pre-seed. She takes a moment to clear her throat before moaning a bit louder than she intended to. "Aannh...everywhere, Mistress~...I need your cum so bad!" She grips her heavy breasts and slides them firmly back and forth, slapping against Mael's thighs. Her milk spills out with each jerk of that shaft, wetting her flesh and mingling with the precum already painting her body.

Duchess Maelistryx lets her eyes close, to focus on the sensation of those wonderful fat udders moving along her shaft so eagerly. "Mmm.. I love your enthusiasm!" She grips Sangria's horns tighter and then pulls the satyr down further onto her cock. Her entire body shudders as her cock twitches, spitting out another great gout of her steaming juices into Sangria's waiting mouth. "Ooooh~" She groans her pleasure, wiggling her hips a bit, unable to keep still. Then her tail comes around, and it starts to wrap around Sangria's massive breasts, squeezing down on them, making a tighter fit for the massive pulsating shaft locked between them.

Priestess Sangria 's hands are now free to do their own thing as Mael keeps her tits secured. She reaches around the wide hips of the demoness, gripping handfuls of blue ass, and using it to pull herself deeper onto that girthy shaft. She moans as the demon-flesh throbs against the groove of her tongue, and then pushes past it to plow her throat. Every time the tail tightens, it squeezes cute squirts of goat-milk out of her tits. The feel of the Duchess' hands gripping her horns gets her even more excited, and she begins sloppily sucking down inch after inch as if she were starving. "Mmnghhnph~!"

Duchess Maelistryx starts to buck her hips. Sliding the immense, pulsating ladydick between Sangria's massive leaking tits and down her throat as the same time. Growling her lust, her eyes opening wide again to watch the lusty satyr's face as she fucks it. "Yesss~ Oh you're perfect, Sangria. Just what I need!" She gasps the words out in a throaty pleasure filled growl. Her heavy swollen balls slapping Sangria's stomach now, every time she rams her cock down that delightful throat. The inside of the satyr's mouth and her throat are glowing blue now, coated in demonic pre, and Maeli's pleasure is rising steadily as her movements become more and more eager, needy, and lust filled.

Priestess Sangria pants hotly as she gulps up the cream, shuddering at the perverse warmth that spreads through her body with each mouthful. She coughs briefly from the enormous girth and volume of precum, but she's practiced enough that she won't need air for a little while longer. The satyress' face flushes with color at Mael's adulations. Every compliment and gentle word bestowed upon her, commending her skills as a fucktoy, fills Sangria's head with a tingling warmth. She loved being a good slut, especially to such a wonderful lady. She really loved her new Duchess, so kind and affectionate, and with such a perfect body. Sangria felt herself unable to stop thinking about how wonderful her mistress was, and how much she wanted to worship that delightful blue flesh.

Duchess Maelistryx needs more of this. That mouth and those tits, so perfect, so warm and inviting, so eager to pleasure her. She is slamming her hips forward now, again and again, throat fucking the satyress with lusty pleasured cries, unable to hold herself back anymore. Her balls are throbbing with need, swelling even more as they prepare a massive load of demon cum for her devoted fucktoy Sangria. Her grip on those horns tightens even more, and her tail squeezes down like a vice, forcing jets of sweet goatmilk to squirt out. Both of them are getting absolutely filthy, coated in glowing blue precum, goatmilk, and saliva, the wet noises of this frantic facefucking filling the clearing.

Priestess Sangria squeals whorishly as she sucks down meat and precum hungrily, her elf-like ears twitching with excitement as she feels the Duchess' orgasm approaching. As their combined mess coats herself, she makes a mental note of how much nicer it feels compared to the water she had been in before. Her Duchess - her thick cocked goddess - had come along and given her a delicious gift. Sangria wanted nothing more than to repay her, to serve her lovingly, to be her dutiful cumdump and breeder. After all, she had sought Sangria out - she was chosen by the goddess herself, and it was her destiny to answer that call with open legs. Her breasts spill rivers of milk over her body, even as she is forced to slowly shift her breasts aside to make room, such was the depth of her throating that she was almost touching the lady's cockbase.

Duchess Maelistryx feels the satyress move her fat tits out of the way and she can't resist! She yanks on those horns, and forces all eighteen inches of mammothly thick demonic girlcock right down Sangria's tight little whore throat. A long low groan of delight coming from the duchess, her voice sweet and musical even now, as she grinds her balls on Sangria's chin. "Ooooh my beauty. You are gong to make your Mistress cum down your throat with that talented mouth and tongue. Please, my pet, massage my swollen balls and help them to give you as much as possible~" She whimpers the words out, in a voice almost drunk on pleasure, as her cock pours pre nearly directly into Sangria's stomach in this position, her grip on the satyress' horns like iron.

Priestess Sangria has no desire to let go either, still squeezing that perky demon-rump as she sucks and licks, her throat milking every inch of that cock on the way down, while her lips massage the base. Her tongue returns to its previous duty of polishing those plump balls, and the taste of Mael's musk overpowers her senses in full force once again, causing the poor satyr's eyes to glaze over, her brains utterly addled and drunk on the Mistress' fuck-scent. Her eyelids slide back open just long enough for her to glance upward, staring lovingly up at Mael, silently begging for her to pump her load straight down the satyr's needy throat.

Duchess Maelistryx can't resist anymore, feeling that tongue working her balls is the straw that broke the camel's back. Or in this case, opened the flood gates. She screams, her entire body going taut, back arching, thrusting her fat breasts forward, as her mouth hangs open and her head falls back, eyes closing. Her balls contract again and again as her massive throbbing cock pulses in Sangria's throat. Steaming hot demonic cum pouring out of her cock now. Rope after rope of it, coating the inside of her throat, the thick gooey cream almost clogging it up, but since there is so much pouring in, it is forced down her throat by the sheer pressure alone. Maeli's tail lashes back and forth as her cries echo in the forest, the demoness lost in pleasure right now, reveling in the feeling of filling the satyr up with her corruptive fluids.

Priestess Sangria's cheeks are touched with tears of pleasure as she shudders beneath the Duchess, her belly swelling heavily with the cum, getting rounder than usual, certainly rounder than she looks without being outright pregnant. Her senses are utterly suffused with the steamy musk as it bubbles back up her throat and spills from her lips and nose in short bursts, whenever it becomes too much for her stomach to handle - though she was certainly handling quite a bit. Her throat muscles cling and tug at the cock lodged inside, milking it for every drop it's worth. Sangria's own breasts squirt streams of her tasty milk, spraying over the grass and pooling at their feet.

Duchess Maelistryx finally stops cumming, panting heavily as she pulls back, freeing her cock from Sangria's mouth. She rubs it all over the satyress' face, smearing in her cum, her own throatslop, and saliva. She is cooing her delight wordlessly to Sangria as she does it. The woman's face is quickly covered in slime, and Maeli purrs down to her happily as she rubs her cock from side to side across it, watching thick strands of it hanging from her jaw, her nose, and her chin. "Such a good girl, Sangria. Mistress is so happy with you. Was that enough cum for my satyress, or are you ready to milk out even more?"

Priestess Sangria huffs and gasps for breath, head spinning a little bit now. Cum and spittle and sweat drip from her face and breasts, and her hands roam over herself, working it into her skin like a perverse lotion. Then her duchess asked if she wanted more, and she couldn't have been happier. Her sticky head nods emphatically, "Y-yes Mistress! I w...I need more~. Please let me have more of your tasty cock~? I'll do anything at all..." She mewls pathetically, pressing her body against Mael's leg slightly, eyes unable to remain off that cock for more than a few seconds.

Duchess Maelistryx coos her delight very quietly, her golden eyes glittering as she watches Sangria. "Show me how much you love Mistress' cock, Sangria. Kiss it and lick all over it. Display your devotion and you'll be rewarded by me slamming the length into your twat, and flooding your womb with semen. Does that sound good, my pet?" She is running her fingertips gently all over Sangria's horns, teasing them as her tail lashes back and forth. Her legs spread a bit wider, the heavy balls still swollen with more cum, ready to give it to her new priestess.

Priestess Sangria licks and suckles the blue pillar of flesh, slurping off the hot mess from every inch, cleaning Mael's cock like a professional. The hungry satyress buries her face in those plump balls once again, smearing their sweaty surface over her skin as she makes them shine with her saliva. "Ss-suh...so good, Mistress~!" She replies, mumbling her words through that girthy flesh, "I promise to be a devoted worshipper of your fuckmeat~..." She coos, licking her way back up that shaft, until it was poised in front of her lips. Gripping the cock with both hands, she presses her lips to it, kissing it as if it were a long lost lover. Even her tongue threatens to probe its way inside Mael's cock-slit, if only a small distance.

Duchess Maelistryx shudders in absolute rapture. When that tongue probes the cum slit she gasps, her cock twitching and spitting a glob of pre out at the satyress. Her tail lashes back and forth as her head falls back and she pants in hot little gasps. She continues to stroke Sangria's horns, moaning out. "Ohhhh you delicious little whore. Mistress is very pleased. Yess... maaaake out with my coooock~" Her words are almost dissolving into delighted moans as the skilled woman under her worships her cock like few ever have,.

Priestess Sangria just lets that hot glob of precum sit in her mouth, coating her tongue, stewing in her mouth while she continues to french that cock. The feel of those bulbous veins pulsing against her lips is almost too much, but she continues to adore and venerate that dick. Indeed, she felt it was one of the best ones she's seen. So desperately did Sangria want it to bury itself hilt-deep into her cunny, that she was already making a small puddle in the grass beneath herself. "Mmhnnghmn..."

Duchess Maelistryx slowly pulls back, groaning. The eighteen inch length twitching, leaking precum into the grass with every beat of Maeli's heart, as she pants, looking down at the satyress. "You've been such a good girl that you can have it in you anyway you want it. Show me what you crave, my pet. Surely you can see how much my dick is throbbing and twitching. It wants you. It needs you. You wouldn't dare disappoint Mistress, now would you?" She waits, breathing heavily, her own large breasts heaving and jiggling with every gulp of air as she waits for her new priestess to show her what she wants.

Priestess Sangria finally swallows that musky preseed and rolls onto her hands and knees, perking her plump ass into the air and letting her head rest near the ground. "Like this, Mistress...take me like the breeder bitch that I am~...mmh, p-please don't be gentle..." She moans, her slit already soaking her thighs, dripping onto the grass a little. She pants like she's in heat - which probably wasn't too far from the truth of things.

Duchess Maelistryx drops to her knees behind Sangria. She purrs words of magic, a pair of long leather straps appearing in her hands. She loops the end of one around each of the satyress' horns, holding the other ends in her hands, like reins. She moves forward, fitting the head of her drooling cock to Sangria's puffy cunt, rubbing her steaming hot precum all over it and the woman's clit as well, heating her up, teasing her, as she pulls the reins taut, fitting her cock to her priestess' entrance.

Priestess Sangria moans hotly as she feels the delicious heat of Mael's precum sloppily coating her pussy, setting her deepest reaches afire with lust (again). As the leather straps tug on her horns, her head tilts backward and her hips press onto that girthy demon-dick with enthusiasm. Being led about like an animal, not to mention being fucked bareback like one, was intensely arousing for her. "Ummnhh, yesss~...mount me like your slutty steed~...mnhh, or perhaps a brood mare..." She pants a bit harder, gripping handfuls of grass and beginning to push back against Mael's hips.

Duchess Maelistryx coos down to her. "Maybe we should keep the cum deep in your slutty twat as long as possible hmm? Maybe I should use just a little bit of magic and grow a nice thick knot before I rut you like an animal?" She giggles wickedly, yanking on those reins and forcing the gigantic fist sized head of her enormous breeding meat into Sangria's tunnel with a growl. She then decides not to wait, and yanks even more viciously, forcing the entire length of the cock into Sangria, her cervix making that thrust pause only for a moment before it too is forced open, and the demon's heavy, steaming hot balls are slapping hard against the satyress's clit. "Mmmm.. yessss..." SHe holds the reins very tight, keeping Sangria locked in place. "Such a good brood mare..."

Priestess Sangria squeals whorishly as her womb's entrance is beaten down and pried open in a matter of moments, her breath catching in her throat as Mael's cocktip presses snugly against the very back of her uterus. The breeder would be in danger of getting pregnant even if the demoness pulled out right that second - but neither of them would want that, "Aanhh! Yes, Mistress, please! Knot me tight, make me your bitch~...!" The begging continues, as the thought of all that cum sloshing around inside of her plugged-up pussy invades her mind, and makes her drool.

Duchess Maelistryx slides all the way out, admiring the way that Sangria' breeding slit winks at her, trying to close back up after taking that massive invader. But the demon isn't going to allow that, of course. She yanks hard on Sangria's reins as she thrusts forward, slamfucking her full length back into the sexy breeder pet. Her back arches, thrusting her own jiggling tits forward as her head falls back and she screams out her pleasure when her ladydick is hilted once more in Sangria's shuddering wet cunt. She grinds her balls all over Sangria, working her scent into the satyress, marking her.

Priestess Sangria huffs and pants and just...indulges in the rough rutting, bucking her hips onto her shaft over and over, letting it pound away until her cunt starts to almost form to the shape of Mael's cock. She shudders as she picks up another whiff of Mael's scent - HER scent, now. All she wanted now was to be utterly marked and claimed, and the way things were going she was soon to get her wish. Sangria's womb gurgles with activity, and she feels her fertility spike as she becomes nice and receptive to any seed that might enter it - on top of the globs of precum no doubt accumulating in there already. "Nn...mmuhh...my beloved goddess~..." She mumbles.

Duchess Maelistryx slides out. She lets her cock rest in between Sangria's thick ass cheeks, as she purrs words of magic. Her cock is pouring precum all over Sangria's back as she works her magic, the shaft glowing blue, growing a knot at the bottom as the demon moans and shudders, the sex magic taking hold, transforming her. Her entire cock is twitching and spasming as she works the magic over it, making it spit more and more pre all over the satyress's back, even as she keeps those reins held nice and firmly. She can see that her cunt is already leaking glowing blue juices from the time she spent in it, pouring her pre in there as well. She is making a complete mess of the satyress' whore, and reveling it in, even as the magic gives the demon a mini orgasm, several jets of actual cum splattering onto Sangria's back.

Priestess Sangria shudders and moans as she feels Mael's cock twitch and spurt a few globs of cum across her back. She mewls in surprise and whimpers a little. What a waste...! "Aauunhn! M-Mistress, you promised you'd dump your load i-inside..." The satyress grinds her rump against that cock, desperately trying to coax Mael into pushing it deep into her again, "I h-haven't displeased you, have I? I promise I'll be a good girl, I just want to bear your spawn~...!" Sangria admits shamelessly.

Duchess Maelistryx coos down to her. "No, little one, you haven't displeased me. I was growing a knot for you, and the magic just feels so good that it made me cum a bit. You look very pretty, streaked with my fluids. You're ready for me to slam it back into your twat now? You want me to flood you with the rest?" She pulls back, fitting that drooling, fist sized cocktip back to Sangria's puffy lips. "Oooh, you're leaking everywhere, Sangria. Do you need to be filled back up? Sluts love it deep, don't they?"

Priestess Sangria nods hastily, panting and grinding her pussylips right up against that cock. All the while, she just keeps mumbling obedient declarations, "Mnnuuhh, yes~. Sluts looove it deep. I'm a good goat-slut, I need to be filled~...!" Her breasts have begun to leak hefty streams of her milk into the soil again, this time without any provocation at all. Sangria wiggles her hips, tight cunt winking and twitching in a pitiful but determined attempt to pull Mael's dick inside.

Duchess Maelistryx slams herself forward, yanking on Sangria's reins again, growling with the pleasure of it. Her cock is drooling her pre into the goat under her as she shudders in rapture. Her knot slams up against Sangria's puffy pussy lips, and she whines from the pleasure pain of it. "Such a tight goat-slut. But not must any goat-slut. My goat-slut. All mine. Mine to fuck and breed~" She is panting out the words, her golden eyes glowing dimly, tail lashing back and forth. She slides all the way back, until only that huge cockhead is left in the satyress, and then she slams back in as hard as she can, once more the knot just slams into those cunt lips and doesn't manage to enter, as the demon shudders and grinds with a needy whine, trying to force that knot in, yanking hard on Sangria's reins.

Priestess Sangria's breathing grows deeper, higher-pitched, and much louder. Every thrust, her hot panting mounts and sweat trickles further down her body. Her hole tenses up as that knot bashes against it again and again, trying to stuff its way inside. Eventually it becomes too much, and she climaxes with her hole halfway around it, clinging and squeezing and massaging that firm demonic dog-cock even as she squeals and moans lewdly, squirting her juices over their thighs. She slams her hips onto Mael's cock roughly and repeatedly, desperate to fit those last swollen inches inside, to ensure the Duchess' cumload is packed tightly within.

Duchess Maelistryx squeals loudly when Sangria starts to work so hard to force her knot in. The demoness is shuddering hard in pleasurepain. her eyes wide, her mouth open as she pants. Her whole body is shuddering, and she screams when the knot is finally buried in Sangria's spasming pussy. Her tail snakes under Sangria and it wraps those fat goat udders, in a figure eight, to squeeze down super hard on them. It tightens and releases in a steady rhythm, milking the goat into the grass as the demon hangs onto her reins, pulled as tight as she can without causing harm to her priestess, the satyress bowed back as Maeli grinds hard in her cunt, the knot swelling and swelling as her pleasure builds.

Priestess Sangria's mouth gapes, voice caught in her throat as she rides out her orgasm -hard-. Her fat udders spray milk like a faucet once properly squeezed and milked by that tail, splashing about and starting to leak over into the pond. Her tight cunny grows even tighter as the knot finally plugs her up, her hole massaging the cock-bulb with all of its might, helping Mael get close, "Mmmnnhhtthank youuuu, Mistress~!" She finally sputters out, body shaking with lust as she finally gets exactly what she wanted.

Duchess Maelistryx slams her stinger right into Sangria's clit, injecting it with her aphrodisiac, flooding the satyress with corruptive, demonic venom. She growls down to her. "Take it, my little whore. We're going to put an entire litter of demonlings in your womb, as is proper for a breeder, hmm?" She giggles wickedly, watching the satyress cumming all over her cock. That tight cunny is massaging her cock perfectly, making her groan and shake. Her own thighs quaking as her orgasm approaches, the knot still swelling. She tries to thrust, but can't move much with the way the knot is locked in Sangria. She whines, yanking the reins, grinding her hips, rubbing her balls all over the freshly stung clit. Then she explodes. Her steaming hot semen flooding the fuckgoat, more and more ropes of it pouring into her. The demon shudders, groaning almost brokenly as her pleasure peaks. Her arms go around Sangria's waist, her body lying on the satyress' back, her own fat tits crushed against her and leaking her own milk as she cums and cums.

Priestess Sangria just lies limply against the ground, still twitching with pleasure as she feels her abdomen swell profusely. With pint after pint of hot semen being pumped into her, she soon looks quite gravid with the volume of cum filling her up. "Ummnhh...ohh..hh.." She mumbles, unable to do much else besides mumble and squeeze her holes around the intrusive knot.

Duchess Maelistryx is fully collapsed on Sangria's back, as her cock twitches fitfully in that overstuffed pussy, leaking cum still. She kisses all over the back of her priestesses' neck. With a groan, she finally tries to pull herself up. Sangria is entirely stuck on her knot, making her gasp and whine as it tugs hard. She reaches down, picking up the satryess as she stands. Her tail wraps around Sangria's waist, squeezing her gravid belly a bit, as her hands hook under the woman's knees. "Mmm, you're so full of cum, my pet." She kisses Sangria's neck again. "I'm going to take us home now, okay? You don't need to be in this silly forest anymore. You can come be my slut all the time..."

Priestess Sangria just cuddles up to Mael, leaning back and squirming contentedly in her lap. The satyress basks in the afterglow, and wonders why it took so long to find this gorgeous demon sooner. "Aahh, I can live with you~?" She asks hopefully, "You honor me, Duchess~...mh, I'll gladly serve as your fulltime cumslut~."

Duchess Maelistryx nods down to her, every step rocking that knot in Sangria, making small jolts of pleasure pain go through the demon. Her cock still slowly leaks and twitches fitfully, covered in her own steaming hot wet heat. Her breasts press to Sangria's back, leaking milk over it and her tail has to tighten a bit to keep the satyress steady as she heads back for the other clearing so that she can reopen her portal. "OF course, my priestess. You've found your true Goddess to worship now, haven't you?"

Priestess Sangria nods happily, reaching up to kiss the Duchess' cheek over her shoulder, "Mmn, I think I'll be -quite- faithful, yes..."