The demon groaned through a broad, toothy smile. It was in particular due to her own initiative and wilful display that really got to him. The way her exotic body spun, twirled and shuddered as she coersed whine upon whine from her throat coupled with the absolute mess between her well-spread knees kept the collective glances of all men present firmly fixed on her.<br/>She was a marvel – her aesthetic blue skin was dotted with the love sap of the rowdy men, sweat tracing down an undulating shapely body, an open mouth with plush lips uttering the sounds of which any man strives to hear; lustful eyes with droopy eyelids seeking something, anything, to help her curb that incessant warmth; and that little smile – that little smile that told the world she loved where she was.<br/><br/>“Arright, yous mutts! Go get your selves cleaned, you filthy devils. An’ no peekin in here before we’re at shore.” Emberspike stated matter-of-factly as he slid down from the stool.<br/><br/>The goblin peered at the surrounding men with a glance of authority that entirely negated the fact these men currently were almost twice as wide and three times as tall as the small “gentleman”.<br/>Each saluted with the last vestiges of their strength, smiling sheepishly and sated – soon the wooden door slammed.<br/><br/>Emberspike puffed his cigar a few more times, uncannily pressing eyes eating her from top to bottom – she felt how he saw her: A toy, a pet, something he owned the right to use and abuse in whichever fashion he most desired. And, in the wake of her recent performance, she was getting on his better side.<br/>A low, animalistic growl was born deep within his chest – a growl that in no way fit the small shape he was presenting himself as; As he rolled his neck and shoulders, familiar smoke poured from his sleeves, swathing his entire being in but a few seconds. The plume of smoke strove upwards, the faint outline of something deep within.<br/>Then the true face of Emberspike broke the smoke as it was forced to dissipate – this lizard-like, demonic, red-scaled face with burning orange eyes against a black sclera; his massive, toothy jaw that could present a grin inhumanly broad; his pitch-black beautifully and dangerously curved horns; his entire being had grown substantially until a perversion of the term “imp” stood.. no, towered before her: No wonder he dismissed the sailors – she might have grown accustomed to him through force, but who knew how your average sailor might react?<br/><br/>The hulking, muscular demonic mass craned his neck a few times, hrumming with barely hidden anticipation.<br/><br/>“<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">Hrrrrm, it’s been a bit too longs since I could throw my threads..</span>” he hrummed more to himself than her.<br/><br/>With one firm inhale, his entire cigar erupted into fire and disintegrated. Problem solved.<br/><br/>Then, pitch black, deadly claws began unbuttoning his shirt with the same lazy disposition as she experienced from last she had her fortunate encounter with him while a deep, growling voice commanded her unswervingly:<br/><br/>“<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">Stand against the door, back facin’ me and keep fingering yourself, pet. Make a show out of it – I dares you try and get a release before I’m done undressin’.</span>”<br/><br/>A haughty, broad, animalistic, devious and by most peoples opinion, evil grin spread on his alien maw.<br/>Knowing full and well she’d pour her best effort into getting him riled up – and find her own tormenting release – Emberspike continued patiently with his undressing, first exposing a copious, toned upper body covered in the same devilish red scales.<br/>With the same excruciating patience, his trousers dropped, exposing his capacious member that – while proportionally more fitting – still had a huge size in its own right.<br/>She could both hear and feel the heavy steps as this giant of a demon slowly approached her, giving her plenty of time to consider what was to happen with her once he got there.<br/><br/>She felt the weighty push of his cock slide between her netherlips as two large hands slammed on either side of her: A forked, serpents’ tongue slithered out to trail along her earlobe gingerly as he gyrated his hip against hers, either sliding his member between her netherlips and across her lower abdomen or hot-dogging between her pert ass-cheeks.<br/><br/>“<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">Even after five well-grown men, you pant and groan for more – its because you know how sinfully good it is gettin’ proper boned, don’t you, pet? Its why you’re just achin’ to be used by me.</span>”<br/><br/>His large hand curled around her neck in a firm hold: Not enough to cause discomfort in her airway, but certainly enough to keep her in check and in his control – she could feel the dangerous sting of his claw-tips pressing against her pristine skin:<br/><br/>“<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">Beg, troll. Tell me how hard yous want me to drive into yas. I want your innocent mouth to spit some filthy words. I want to hear you tell me how much you adore your place as our fucktoy.</span>” His voice went on close to her ear, the bass vibrating in her entire body.<br/><br/>She felt his entire being press against hers; she heard his deep, animal breaths in her ear; her skin tingled with their mixing sweat and her equally mixed juices trailing down her shapely leg. The tension of arousal was electric, even after her marathonian debauchery with the sailors. These two beings – the slave troll and the demonic master – shared a moment where they were the only thing present.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>