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Vaggie is now aware of how dumb she was for thinking that she could easily take the whole of her demon. But there is no turning back now, not when she is so impossibly full, feeling the weight of the heavy cock settling deep within her womb and stretching her out to the point it borders on delicious pain. She can feel every ridge and every single blunt barb dragging against her walls as it pulls out before slamming right back in, the rough tip kissing her cervix with brutal strength as Charlie continues her slow and torturous pace within her.
They almost need to stop at every other thrust, each one leaving Vaggie breathless and panting and her eye rolling back into her skull. All the muscles in her back and thighs flex, pushing her ass further up and backwards as she tries to angle herself better, to take Charlie better, to drive her cock deeper inside her even though there is no way of going further for them. She cannot control the pathetic whines that leave her throat at the sensation of the demon’s long claws digging into her flesh, her mouth hanging open and cheek rubbing helplessly against the soil soaked by her own saliva and tears with each rock of her body.
She’s stretched out completely helpless under the transformed satyr now three times bigger than her usual size. Her slender body towers over Vaggie, the muscles tensing and ripping along her curves and exposed chest. Dark spikes run down her spine and along her bony tail ending in a thorn-like tip, the hooves of her hind legs have become bigger and sharper, her slender arms stretching to the ground with her giant razor-like claws scraping against the dirt when she walks. The short brown and white fur that usually covers her whole body grew denser. Her golden hair turned into a long, thick mane around her elongated, muscular neck holding up the skeletal head of a goat-like creature. Her vast horns curl slightly backwards and split into multiple massive branches as if she was physically a part of the forest itself. Ominous wisps that glow red and gold sit in her empty eye sockets, her mystical gaze boring itself into Vaggie’s soul even without being able to tell where they point exactly.
Charlie has warned her about this before, about the monster that can become of her if she loosens her grip on the curse that binds her to the woods and its people. The very same that makes her the protector of this place, every plant, animal and cursed creature connecting through her. While her eldritch form can surface from the onslaught of powerful emotions, being able to summon it on command helps her defend what has been trusted upon her, prowling in the forest and chasing away all who do not belong there with her and her people.
Vaggie knew what she asked for before they started and despite Charlie growing unsure at first, thinking she would most definitely scare her new mate away forever, she couldn’t really say no to the curious and adoring shine in Vaggie’s eye.
“I want to know you. All of you.” She smiled gently as placed a kiss onto Charlie’s trembling hands.
Vaggie isn’t scared. She never was and never will be afraid of Charlie, no matter the shape or size of her. Even when she takes up the form of a creature she would have definitely slayed without a question all those years ago. She’s happy now that she didn’t. This way she gets to bask in the beauty, the love and the trust of the goddess in front of her.
If anything she was just a bit surprised to experience her girlfriend's anatomy changing - in more than one way - from bits that they used to have the same of to the thick length that is now hollowing her out and leaving her breathless.
She tries and tries to urge Charlie on to pick up the pace, to fuck her faster, better but she feels like an immovable force of nature herself. She keeps her thrusts long, hard and deep, tearing a desperate sob out of Vaggie’s throat while doing so. Her left is wrapped securely around her own throbbing length, lazily stroking the area that she cannot fit into her girlfriend’s pussy. Vaggie is still trying though, her knees digging uncomfortably into the ground as she jogs her hips to fuck herself down on Charlie’s cock the way she craves it so, but she finds that the sheer size of the length buried within her seriously limits her every desperate move, making it nearly impossible for her to just pull off her using her own strength. Vaggie is trapped between the ground and the massive body of her mate feeding her enormous dick to her with no way for her to move anywhere without driving Charlie deeper inside, even if she cannot physically take any more of her.
She makes a mental note of the image that Charlie may have in front of her, with her cock not even halfway buried in the small creature between her giant claws - a single hand of hers almost big enough to wrap completely around her torso - pulling her down and onto herself with each thrust as if she was a mere fucktoy, having to make do with a sleeve just too small and tight for her size. The scene almost sends her into a spiral of desperation and the burning need for more more more.
She has stopped begging to the demon that is simply unable to provide her with a verbal response a long time ago, her throat raw and hoarse from all the screaming that she’s filled the peaceful grove of the forest with previously. Now there’s only the wet clapping of skin against skin each time Charlie forces herself into tight, wet heat, Vaggie’s blissed out whimpers and the deep, guttural grunts and puffs of the demon as her head hangs low right next to her lover’s ear. Saliva drips out as her bony jaw slightly opens up, letting her long forked tongue slither out to lick the tears off the side of Vaggie’s cheek that is not pressed into the ground.
Vaggie then hears something moving behind her - the bones of Charlie’s tail rattle as she cracks it in the air before she curls it around herself and under Vaggie. Before she would have time to guess the demon’s next move, she can feel something brush hard against her clit, making her jump and with that, forcing the tip to prod her deepest spot inside her cunt with the movement, earning Charlie a long wail from her partner. Vaggie’s hips jerk by pure instinct, trying to seek relief from the offered contact again only to find that Charlie’s already pulled away whatever it was that she offered to her for a single, mind shattering moment. She lets out a weak growl of her own, lifting her head and hissing through her teeth as she pushes through the burning sensation of her sore throat.
“Fuck! Charlie, for fuck’s sake, please, please, please just let me come!” - she screams as loud as she can, ignoring the sensation of her own saliva dripping down her chin - “I need you baby, I want you to take me in full, I want you to destroy me, I want you to fill me up, please, I will do anything, just fuck me!”
Tears start welling up in her eye as her stomach drops from desperation, her clit aching and twitching from neglect as the invisible coil in her belly winds up impossibly tight. She cannot do this anymore. She starts thrashing in the woman’s tight grip, almost completely unbothered by the way she’s impaling herself on the woman’s cock again and again with each impatient jerk of her body. She doesn’t care. She just wants more.
Again, in another desperate attempt her hips grind down for the third time and an overwhelming wave of relief washes over her body when her clit finally, finally brushes up against the familiar hardness. This time it doesn’t move away and with a loud sob, Vaggie starts riding what she rightly guesses is one of the exposed vertebrae of Charlie’s tail, pressing firmly down on the hard bone as Charlie starts mercifully dragging her tail up and down to provide her with more movement and friction. She pulls out almost completely, leaving only her tip inside before quickly slamming back in with enough force for Vaggie to feel it in her eyeball. She doesn’t stop from there, thrusting into Vaggie with the exact bruising pace she’s been begging for and more, the barbs of her cock swelling up and increasing both of their pleasures tenfold.
She can tell Charlie is also getting close by the way her hips are losing their rhythm and her thrusts turn harsh and borderline painful - something that just stokes the fire within Vaggie even more - as the control starts slipping from her. One hand is planted on one side of Vaggie’s head now, her claws digging deep lines into the soil rather than ripping her lover apart on the brink of her own release, while her other is still wrapped tightly around her cock, jerking it in a furious pace to get the relief Vaggie cannot fully give her. She grunts deep and low with each fast thrust, running breathless and spent herself by the sounds of it.
Vaggie can feel it rapidly building inside herself then, the coil winding tighter and tighter as the constant stimulation from her clit and deep within come together in an unstoppable wave of pure ecstasy before it all crashes down on her in one rumbling, raging flood. Her body freezes and tenses up as she shouts into the humid air of the forest, her walls fluttering as they try to squeeze helplessly around the length still pounding into her.
She can feel Charlie’s cock swell inside her too, stretching her even further than what she thought was her absolute limit before and she screams from the burning pain only intensifying the pleasure from her already mind shattering climax. Charlie’s hips keep jogging in quick, shallow thrusts, trying to drill herself impossibly deeper into Vaggie’s heat before she finally explodes with the first wave of her thick cum spilling into her girlfriend’s womb, still fisting her own length and milking it for every last drop that she can give.
If Vaggie’s been feeling full up to this point, she is about to burst any moment now. She doesn’t care if she dies in the process either as she is now sure that she has reached the afterlife itself.
She can hardly do anything than to just lie there and take demon’s load after load, the hot sensation of her release and the wet sounds of Charlie pounding into the warm, sticky mess within her as she continues filling her up is enough to throw Vaggie right into another orgasm before she could even finish riding out her previous one.
She sobs as her cheeks rub hard against the soil, the sensation of Charlie’s cum dripping out of her and down her legs sends her foggy brain into a frenzy, wishing she could swallow it all at the same time. Maybe next time, if she asks nicely.
She can hear the demon growling and panting, the hot froth around her muzzle dripping onto the ground next to Vaggie’s head. Her movements have come to a halt and Vaggie basks in the sensation of the weight of her cock resting deep inside her still, reaching up with one hand to rest her palm on the sizable bulge it forms under the skin of her belly.
Her eye falls shut, her consciousness almost slipping away from her when she can hear Charlie move with a grunt and push herself back upright using her elongated arms and places them gently on Vaggie’s hips. Waiting.
“You can…You can pull out if you want.” Vaggie rasps, bracing herself for the uncomfortable sensation.
When Charlie does so, she does it carefully, the tip of her claw drawing soothing patterns onto the soft skin of Vaggie’s back as she slowly withdraws from within her mate. Vaggie’s almost forgotten just how Charlie has really stretched her right up to this point where it leaves her completely spent and deliciously hollow.
She uses every last bit of her remaining energy to flop onto her back and finally take a moment to catch her breath and most importantly, to finally take in everything that is in front of her.
Most people in her past life would call her deranged for thinking that the demon looming over her protectively could be nothing other than beautiful in her full glory. Maybe even more deranged for reaching up towards her in a silent request, a curious glint appearing in the blaze of Charlie’s wisps before she obliges and lets Vaggie pull her head down to her level. Vaggie just cannot hold back the smile that only grows wider and wider on her face when Charlie lets out a low, pleased grumble in response to the soft caress of her fingertips against the exposed bone of her skull. Her heart flutters from the knowledge that even in such monstrous form Charlie is just unable to hide how her lover’s touch turns her into a giant pile of mush, the tip of her tail lightly drumming against the ground in soft thuds.
Even then, there are just things Charlie cannot do in this current state of hers, and those things involve being unable to kiss Vaggie breathless when she desperately needs her to. Even when Vaggie pulls her muzzle close, pressing a kiss of her own to the tip of her skull is just not the same as feeling the soft lips of her partner moving gently against hers, her tongue darting out and licking into her mouth as their kiss would deepen. This last part maybe she can manage after all, and Vaggie lets her try first before she decides that making out with bare bones is significantly less fun than grinding on them. Still, she lets Charlie keep her tongue on her, grumbling softly as she gets to lick the sweat off her skin, and finds all the sensitive spots around her neck, her breasts, her stomach and her thighs as she gets to taste every delicious inch of her.
She seems to stop to think for a moment then without any warning, her claws wrap around Vaggie’s ankles and yank hard, making the woman fall back onto her back with a surprised yelp as she pulls her small body closer into her eager tongue exploring her inner thighs now.
“Charlie? What are you–” Vaggie tries to ask with a nervous laugh but the question dies in her throat upon the sight unfolding in front of her.
Charlie’s maw opens wide, the thick strings of saliva still connecting her skull and her jaw as it unhinges and lets her tongue fully roll out between her front fangs. Before Vaggie would have any time to even react or at least comprehend what is going on, she can already feel the powerful muscle completely engulf her weeping pussy, slithering between her folds and licking up a long stripe from her entrance to her clit.
“Fuck!”
Vaggie’s arms shoot out to grab a hold of something, anything and find the two majestic horns seating regal atop Charlie’s skull. One hand tries to find purchase and hold onto one of them, her nails digging into the firm keratin while the other holds onto the heavy bone of the jaw that is now under her ass as the entirety of her lower torso is now fitted into the demon’s mouth, her sharp front teeth scraping at the underside of Vaggie’s ribcage.
To a sane person, it would be a terrifying position to be in with no less than the creature from her worst nightmares being able to snap her mouth shut and her spine in half, getting ready to devour her body in a single gulp. A sane person would be shaken to their core and run screaming at the mere idea instead of succumbing to the hot wave of arousal that rushes through Vaggie’s entire being to the thought of it all. Even though she would be completely powerless to stop it if it were to happen, she’s unsure if she would even want to try at all. Somehow she can hardly think of a better way to worship their love than letting her goddess consume her so they could be one and the same forever.
But Charlie is gentle, of course she is despite the rough look of her demonic form and the sheer power it wields. Her teeth sink gently into Vaggie’s flesh, firm enough to leave a mark but not enough to break the soft skin prickling under it from the shudder that ran through her caused by Charlie’s touch. She holds her still and secure in her mouth, pouring nothing but her passion for her lover into every flick of her tongue as it worships her relentlessly. Charlie takes her time to clean her up first, eagerly lapping up her own, sticky release alongside Vaggie’s as the mix of them pours out of her abused cunt before going right for the source. Her tongue prods at her entrance, slowly pushing inside as she makes sure to clean up every inch on her way. By the time Vaggie’s blissed out mind notices, she’s already halfway in, - twisting, licking, thrusting - fucking into her eagerly.
“Hun, holy shit, don’t stop–!”
A sudden shudder rips through her body in response to Charlie’s actions and Vaggie’s head back falls back against the ground with a powerful moan rumbling deep within her chest, her body letting up as she fully surrenders to the demon worshiping every inch of her body from the inside and out. The groan Charlie lets out herself could hardly be recognized as anything human and it nearly sends Vaggie over the edge on its own.
“Shit– Yes, yes, right there– oh god! Charlie! ”
Even though she’s just come, Vaggie can barely help herself as she sarts rolling her hips in tandem with her mate’s tongue, fucking herself down on it faster and harder than the pace Charlie has initially set. The demon has to reach out and hold the squirming woman down lest she hurts herself between sharp teeth and before Vaggie could whine in protest, she gives her exactly what she wants. With prying her maw just a bit wider, she allows herself enough movement to start properly feasting on her partner, the thick of her tongue going deeper and faster than ever before, completely ravaging the poor woman now on the verge of passing out on her.
Vaggie’s grip slips from her horn as all her strength leaves her and her palms settle on the smooth surface of Charlie’s skull, holding onto her as she completely gives herself to the sensation of the muscle twisting and turning deep within her and pushing up repeatedly to all the right spots that make her see stars. Every muscle of her own has wound up tight in response as she can feel her impending release approach her with a breakneck pace. She cannot completely wrap her legs around Charlie’s head the way she would want to, so she ends up digging her heels into the back of her strong neck covered by her golden mane. She can feel the heat of hellfire bubbling up in her blood as her thighs start shaking and her body thrashing just moments before she shouts as she finally snaps and shatters in Charlie’s hold. Her heart is pounding out of her chest, her ears are ringing and her eyelid grows impossibly heavy all the sudden before the whole world seems to disappear and suck her into the void of endless bliss.
By the time she cracks her eye back open, there’s no sight or sensation of the transformed demon’s presence itself around her, no giant frame blocking the sun rays seeping through the crowns of the trees or giant claws digging into her skin, despite their marks still being present in the soil next to her.
It’s only a pale satyr woman lying on top of her now, her bare, slender body wedged between Vaggie’s thighs with her arms wrapped around her waist, plush lips planting soft, tender kisses onto the bruised skin along her torso. Vaggie sits up a little, her own eye finally meeting Charlie’s warm red-gold gaze for the first time in what feels like an eternity.
“Hey.” She sends her a bright, gentle smile as she reaches forward to brush a golden lock out of Charlie’s face.
She lets out a soft, melodic hum in response, her eyelids fluttering shut as she leans into Vaggie’s knuckles caressing her cheek with featherlight touches.
“You okay, babe?” Vaggie asks, the creases of worry appearing on Charlie’s face not going unnoticed by her vigilant gaze.
Charlie lets out a deep sigh through her nose. “I am, I’m just…I’m so sorry.” She croaks back weakly, her shaky voice apparently still affected by her transformation.
“Woah now, what for?” Vaggie pushes herself up on her elbows a little to see Charlie better, but the woman just folds her own arms on top of Vaggie’s stomach, pressing her cheeks against them as she looks to the side in visible guilt.
“I couldn’t stop myself from hurting you.” Her fingers blindly trace the teeth marks pressed into Vaggie’s skin as if she has memorized all of them already, her kisses having done nothing to soothe the angry marks she’s left.
Oh. It all clicks now all the sudden, but if Vaggie is being honest with herself, she hasn’t even noticed the shallow cuts and dark bruises under her breasts right until now. She has a hunch that it might have happened right at the moment of her passing out from the powerful orgasm Charlie’s tongue has brought upon her.
She reaches out again to gently rake Charlie’s messy fringe to the side. “Charlie, look at me. Please?”
When Charlie reluctantly does so, Vaggie offers her a warm, encouraging smile as she cups her face between her hands to keep her attention fully on her now. She looks so small and vulnerable when she blinks up at Vaggie, her bright cheeks comically squished between the woman’s smaller hands when she speaks to her.
“I know it’s scary to lose control like this and I won’t push you into doing this again if you don’t want to. I’m already grateful you were willing to try it with me despite all the shit you were worried about.” She starts to rub soothing circles with her thumb against Charlie’s cheek, watching the woman’s muscles relax and nearly melt into her touch before she continues with a much lighter tone this time. “But I want you to remember that I did far worse shit to you with my own teeth before, so you’re more than fine, sweetie. It will fade and I will be okay. I’m okay now, really. I promise.”
“Alright, alright, I just-” Charlie's lips tremble then, her mouth opening slightly then closing shut as if she wants to say something more but decides not to at the last moment. Whatever it is, she swallows it and her eyes soften with gratitude warming her gaze as she looks up at Vaggie. “Thank you.” She lets out a shaky but relieved sigh, the hint of her usual smile slowly returning to her as her face lights up. “I love you. So much.”
“I love you too.” Vaggie chuckles before she uses the hold on her girlfriend to start guiding her up and towards her. “Now please come here so I can kiss you silly. Not being able to do that nearly drove me crazy.”