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NEELA

Lying on the altar, I feel the cool stone against my skin, a stark contrast to the heat that radiates from Dremlor's body as he towers over me. His eyes, burning with an otherworldly fire, rake over my form, stripping me bare as though he can see beneath my flesh. There's a savage hunger in his gaze, a hunger that both thrills and terrifies me.

"Look at you," he growls, his voice a low rumble that seems to shake the very foundations of the temple. "A fucking succubus, spreading your legs for a demon on sacred ground. You're a filthy slut, Neela."

I shudder at his words, a mixture of shame and arousal coursing through my veins. His hand tightens around my throat, not tight enough to cut off my air, but firm enough to remind me of my place—beneath him, at his mercy.

"Yes," I murmur, my voice husky with desire. "I'm your filthy slut, Dremlor."

He chuckles darkly, the sound echoing off the walls as he slides his dick out of me. "And don't you forget it."

His fingers trace the contours of my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I arch into his touch, desperate for more, for the rough, dirty fucking I know only he can give me.

"You like that, don't you?" he taunts, his fingers circling my nipple, pinching and twisting until I gasp. "You like being treated like the whore you are."

"Yes," I pant, my hips bucking against his hand as he slides it lower, cupping my mound with a possessive grip.

"Such an eager little slut," he purrs, his fingers delving into my wetness, circling my clit with maddening strokes. "So ready for my cock."

I can't help but moan, my body responding to his touch, to the filthy words that spill from his lips. "Please, Dremlor," I whimper, my pride forgotten in the face of my overwhelming need. "Fuck me. I need you inside me."

He withdraws his hand, bringing his fingers to his lips and sucking them clean with a groan of approval. "Delicious," he murmurs, his eyes locked on mine as he unfastens his pants, freeing his thick, hard cock.

Positioning himself at my entrance, he grabs my hips, pulling me roughly onto his length. His thrusts are hard and fast, each one driving me further up the altar, the stone edge digging into my back.

"You feel that, Neela?" he grunts, his pace relentless. "Feel how well you take my cock? You were made for this—made to be fucked by a demon."

I can only moan in response, my body writhing beneath him as he claims me with an almost savage intensity. My fingers clutch at his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as I meet each of his thrusts with my own.

"Such a good little slut," he praises, his voice a harsh whisper in my ear. "Taking my cock like you were born to do it."

His words send me spiraling closer to the edge, my orgasm building with each savage thrust. "I'm close, Dremlor," I gasp, my body tensing as the familiar sensation coils tight in my belly.

"Come for me, Neela," he commands, his hand moving between us to stroke my clit. "Milk my cock with your tight, little cunt."

With a scream that echoes through the temple, I fall apart, my body convulsing around his as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. He follows me over the edge, his roar of release joining my cries as he fills me with his hot, demonic seed.

As the tremors of my climax subside, I find myself impaled on Dremlor's cock, his girth stretching me in the most deliciously painful way. He shows no signs of slowing, his hips pistoning as he drives into me with a relentless fury that leaves me breathless.

"More," he growls, his voice resonating with a possessive authority that sends a fresh wave of arousal coursing through my veins. "You wanted to be bred."

I can only moan in agreement, my fingers clawing at the stone altar as he claims me with an intensity that borders on savagery. There's a primal edge to his movements, a raw display of power that both terrifies and excites me.

"Yes, Dremlor," I gasp, my voice barely above a whisper.

His hand tightens around my throat once more, cutting off my air supply just enough to make my head spin. "I'm going to fuck my seed into you until you're too full to take anymore," he snarls, his eyes blazing with a fiery intensity that leaves no room for doubt.

I nod as best as I can with his grip on my throat, my body shuddering with each powerful thrust. His cock feels impossibly hard inside me, a constant reminder of his dominance and the control he has over my body.

"Such a good little slut," he praises, his voice a low rumble that seems to vibrate through my very core. "Taking my cock like the succubus you are."

His words ignite a fresh surge of desire within me, my pussy clenching around him as I feel another orgasm building. "Fuck, Dremlor," I moan, my body writhing beneath him as he continues to fuck me with a merciless intensity. "I'm going to come again."

He chuckles darkly, the sound sending a chill down my spine even as my body burns with need. "That's right, Neela," he purrs, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing it in tight, fast circles. "Come for me again. Show me how much your body craves my seed."

His words push me over the edge, my body convulsing as another powerful orgasm rips through me. My pussy tightens around his cock, milking it as he continues to thrust into me, his own release imminent.

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