<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/86/Dallas_DevilLord.jpg/539px-Dallas_DevilLord.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><br/><br/><em>Drath'tor Finisher</em><br/></span><hr/><br/>Drath'tor unleashed an inhuman growl as he burst, unloading into his fresh fox-girl sleeve in earnest. The flow was nothing to scoff at, but nothing like what he had delivered before. As her body buckled, he could sense the energy in the place shifting in his control. It was just like it was before with Ana. As there was none in the immediate area that contended with his power, her arena became his personal playground. His illusions would become truth for her. The pleasure of that alone was intoxicating.<br/><br/>Finally finished blowing his load into her thoroughly-soaked slit, he withdrew from her as her honey spilled onto the floor -- the puddle dripping down the railing. But her new demonic 'lover' wasn't done with her, yet. It was time to grant her...<br/><br/>...<em>True</em>release.<br/><br/><em>Embrace us in shroud...</em><br/><br/>He smiled, not even having to scream it. Though cascading whispers seemed to do this for him around the two. He reached forward to wave fingers down her face, a mystical weight upon her eyelids as she began to lose herself. It was no invitation to merely sleep, but to close her eyes and take her into his world. One that he would give her at that very moment.<br/><br/>A world that she wanted, but did not particularly ask for.<br/><br/>Darkness shrouded them both, devouring everything -- including the light, itself -- into nothingness. The balcony was gone, the people... even Drath'tor.<br/><br/>Suddenly a strange, slick feeling began to coat her toes, feet... crawling up her legs now. The ooze felt unsettlingly warm and had a strangely sweet, musty scent. The familiar slick was her own nectar, washing up to envelop her own body before dissipating in a smokey flash. Just as suddenly, the scent was gone and her body was dry again. Collecting herself, the chamber was a mere void with nothing but a massive violet curtain in front of her.  Like a stage. As the curtains slowly swung wide, a familiar scene returned to her sights. The same balcony, the same people below filled to the back with all eyes on her. Though they were alight, as if they couldn't look away.<br/><br/><strong>"And now, your <em>complete</em> release."</strong><br/><br/>Behind her as if he had never left, a clawed hand snatched her by the wrist to twist her around -- her back now to her audience. Drath'tor suddenly pulled her into his frame. Both hands resting around her face, fingers curling through strands of hair. It almost seemed romantic, if he didn't know better. If this was love, it was twisted. Her face fixed to his was pure magic. His narrow eyes peered into hers as his mouth bore a wide grin. He felt the need to give her another reward for her service to him.<br/><br/><strong>"You need more experience. And I sense your appetite is still curious. Satisfy some of that thirst with my pleasures..."</strong><br/><br/>Suddenly his hands applied a slight bit of force, pressing the powers of his sight and memories of Stargazer and Ana; forcing them into her own! The sights, the smell, taste, feeling... however, not their sensations. As her mind flooded over the experiences in blistering flashes, her body reacted as expected. Anticipation. Heat. Temptation. First, Stargazer came -- forcing Ria's blood to rush and her chest to heave. Drath'tor could feel her slowed, steaming breath against his chest. Then he showed her glimpses of Ana with him. Anal sex, an experience that Ria has yet to feel with this creature. Her mouth lazily hung open, eyes wide and mesmerized -- white and flaring. Desire. Envy.<em><em>Need</em></em>. A raw need to be<em>completed</em>. She had every piece, but not the sensation. To be his finished fox bitch puzzle. The energy gleaming and seeping into his own vision, tear-like mists from her eyes being locked open for so long. He accepted her new gift to him, whether it was deliberate or not.<br/><br/><strong>"You're not bored now, are you? Doesn't feel good?"</strong><br/><br/>His mouth crashed into her lips, his forked devil's tongue swimming with hers. His mouth was hot, but he controlled his heat to not cause her harm. His nostrils vented warmly against her skin. Breaking the kiss, he uttered a single phrase...<br/><br/>"Kuro... True Black."<br/><br/><em>Let's finish this fox bitch and have her worship us for it.</em><br/><br/>Once again, not having to scream to call this power here. He had full control. His slick black form coated his flesh in shining darkness, and familiar tendrils sprouting from his body. Two had wrapped at her wrists to spin her around, pressing her stomach against the railing as her tits hung nicely over the balcony. They had crossed to bind her wrists at the small of her back. More tentacles splattered from his flesh, coiling just above her thigh-highs as they pulled her ass to him, his thick black dick already prepared to it. In an intense push, he forced his organ into her tight star.<br/><br/>Originally, he thought it would be boring to have a pet cock-sleeve cooperate, but Ria was too much fun. Another pair of tendrils formed tiny snips that tugged at her ears as he positioned her. With each thrust, they pulled almost playfully at each fox ear. Two more tendrils unleashed, coiling around each breast to massage them. One more to stroke in between them. One more to return to her cunt, pumping in unison with his motions. The louder her delight became, the deeper he went. The louder she got, the faster it became.<br/><br/>"<strong>"Yes, my fox whore! Ugh! Gagh! I can't get <em>enough</em> of you. Or your dedicated worship! Another reward, fox cunt! The taste I denied you before..."</strong><br/><br/>The tendril between her chest suddenly withdrawing, diving itself into her gaping mouth with ease. The pace of the True Black carnal machine at full as every organ jerked and spasmed. Like a series of explosions, every fat limb violating her body blasted her with demon seed; thick with some oily brine consistence. Tendrils at her mouth and slit withdrew only to be replaced by the ones originally at her breasts, Drath'tor stayed pumping her ass with seed as the other tendrils blasted her mouth and tits until every drop was spent. As he stayed "injected" he let her catch her breath, savoring her sweat dripping down soaked thigh-highs and drenched panties at her ankles.<br/><br/><strong>"You have served your King well, Ria. Was it everything you desired?"</strong>He teased.<br/><br/>As if to punctuate his control, he suddenly withdrew from every oriface and stepped back. He gave her a smirk in approval.<br/><br/><strong>"You were worthy. And quite interesting... Why not come with me, little fox...?"</strong><br/><br/><hr/><em>Drath'tor performs a finish on Ria: 'Hedonist's Exhibition'.<br/>Goddess Ria devotion to Drath'tor: 15<br/>Drath'tor requests Ria's Companionship.</em>