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Lyoil	By : bldangl0 Category: +A through F > Diablo 2 Views: 17295 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Lyoil was young and felt accomplished. She'd turned twenty a month ago and had already traveled more than all her teachers combined. It was with this confidence that she'd climbed down into Lutgholein's sewers, but what she'd found unnerved her.

The sorceress scrunched up her pretty face as she brushed away a cobweb. Despite the horror the shambling undead always brought, she couldn't help but admire the magics driving them. The power and skill it took to maintain such a large army was impressive, if deeply misguided.

Lyosil paused at a crossroads. It was all too easy to become lost down in the dark. She was just unfolding a corner of the tanned hide she'd been making a map on when light from her staff went out.

The sorceress whirled around in the dark, sparks already fountaining from her fingertips. A cold tingling flashed across her skin, then an intense burst of pain knocked her senseless.

She came to in a chamber lit by flickering torches on the walls. Naked, bound to a post that came up to her shoulders by her wrists and her ankles, Lyosil fought the welling panic and lassitude, concentrating on her surroundings.

Runes covered the walls. They seemed to radiate heat, making the chamber unpleasantly warm. Looking at them made a strange feeling gnaw at the pit of Lyoil's stomach. She tried a spell to burn away the ropes but nothing happened. It was as if a barrier had been placed between her and her magic. Focusing on breaking the occult lock, she didn't hear the quiet footsteps until something rasped behind her.

A clawed hand grabbed a thick lock of Lyosil's shining black hair, pulling her head sideways. A seven-foot abomination stared down at her. Its slim but muscular frame was crowned by a bull's skull with dim red lights flaring deep in its sockets.

"Radament." Lyoil spat.

The mummy made a guttural chucking sound, unhinging its creaking jaws to reveal a shockingly pink tongue. One hand kept a steady pressure on Lyoil's hair while the other gestured to the runes. Lyoil's stomach flipped and she understood: they were tapping her power in this cave. She was picking out complexities in the spell even as Radament bent her head backwards over the top of the post. Lyoil broke into a sweat, desperately trying to break through the barrier. There was not enough time. She braced herself for the worst as the demon leaned in above her.

Radament pressed its cold, dry lips to Lyoil's face. The young sorceress was so shocked she let her jaw fall slack, and the undead creature took advantage, slipping its long tongue into the sorceress' lips, wrapping the cold, scaly appendage around her warm, living one.

Lyoil screamed, thrashing around on the pole. Radament applied more pressure, pushing its tongue further down the sorceress' throat. Lyoil gagged. The mummy smelled like dust and sand. Its dry, dead body was urgently pressing up against her warm, young one. It gave one of her breasts a squeeze, two fingers pinching the sourceress' nipple.

Radament withdrew from Lyosil's mouth. The woman spat, eyes watering with fear and humiliation, trying to get the strange, gritty taste off her lips. Her slim body shivered, making her breasts quiver slightly. The mummy gave another dry, mad chuckle as it slowly twisted the sorceress' nipple, pinching and drawing it out. Lyoil yelped at the intense sensation. The creature moved a hand down to her clit and began rubbing her pussy with a finger.

"No!" Lyoil tried to jerk her body away, with no luck. "Get off me you monster! Get off"

To Lyoil's horror, Radament looked up from what it was doing and, without removing its eyes from hers, inserted its finger into the sorceress' twat. She trembled as it came up against a small barrier of flesh. The jackal's head with its red, empty eyes grinned at her

The sorceress relaxed as Radament removed its finger from her virgin pussy but her eyes grew wide as the mummy pushed aside a fold of cloth and brought out a tremendous beast of a cock: nine inches long, two and a half thick. It was red, veiny and stiff, and unlike the rest of its body undeniably alive. The tip of the head already leaking pre-cum. The bobbing head glistened, the entire thing slick with some secreted lubrication.

Lyoil let loose a torrent of curses, voice tinged with fear. Radament hissed and pulled apart the protesting sorceress' legs. It ran the head of its cock through her pussy slit, not penetrating but brushing against the sensitive part of Lyoil's crotch. The sorceress whimpered and shuddered. The mummy gripped the soft cheeks of her ass with one hand, positioned its cock with the other, and slowly pressed in. Again, its enormous dick came up against the hymen. Lyoil began to hyperventilate. Her head whirled.

"Please," her voice cracked, "This is obscene!"

Radament shook its head, reached out, and gripped the sorceress' tits again. Her nipples were hard, and it enjoyed the look of revulsion on Lyoil's face as it mauled her tender breasts.

"No!" The woman's voice pitched higher. "No no no no-"

Lyoil gasped as Radament plunged its cock into her, just hard enough to break her hymen. For a moment her mouth opened silently, then the sorceress wailed. The young woman thrashed her arms, trying to push the mummy off of her to no success. The pain was invasively sickening. She felt tears stream down her face. Radament pulled out of the gasping woman just enough to admiring the trickle of blood running down her thights and, it was pleased to note, a bit of slickness starting to coat the inside of her cunt. It licked the side of the sorceress' cheek with its tongue as it unhurriedly reinserted itself, pumping another inch inside, and then another.

Lyoil gritted her teeth as the creature pushed in and out, in and out, going further and further. Radament's immense size slowly stretched out the tight, clamping walls of her virgin pussy, milking the beast's cock. Lyoil gave a choked cry as four inches went in, then five then six. Her magical sensitivity didn't help. She could sense every fiber of magic that gave Radament its unholy life now thrusting into her. The sorceress could feel, almost see, every bump and vein in the cold, stiff cock sliding into her.

To her shock and immense shame, she could feel herself getting wet. Radament squeezed her breasts again, and Lyosil gasped at the electric tingling of pleasure. She shut her eyes, trying to deny any desire in the agony of her full and aching cunt. As if sensing her wish the mummy withdrew completely.

The lack of sensation left her empty and strangely abandoned, Lyosil whimpered then felt mortified. Radament tilted its head, savoring the moment, then slammed its cock deeper, past her ruined virginity, the walls of the sorceress' pussy clamping tightly onto the mummy's rock-hard member. It began to pump into her in earnest, grunting with each thrust. The sorceress gasped as her body tried to encompass the massive tool sliding in and out of her, rhythmically traveling deeper and deeper into her snatch. It brushed against her sensitive clit with every shove, the cool texture of its skin contrasting with the warmth of her soaking pussy. Wave after wave of pleasure rocked Lyosil every time the creature's cock filled her, and to her bewildered disgust the sorceress heard herself making high, breathy cries that matched the mummy's guttural noises of arousal.

This time when Radament unrolled its tongue and leaned forward, Lyosil hesitated then opened her lips willingly. She stroked its tongue with her own cautiously at first, then more passionately. The mummy eagerly tangled its tongue with hers, increasing its speed as it pushed the full length of its enormous prick in and our of the sorceress as they kissed. Lyosil had begun to pump her hips in time to Radament's pumping. It felt incredible. Abandoning the last of her dignity, the sorceress moaned in ecstasy as she was bounced up and down the monster's huge cock, lost in the incredible reaming it was giving her.

Radament fucked her against the post for what felt like days, even though the panting sorceress knew it had only been ten, fifteen minutes. Eventually she felt herself unable to hold back. As if sensing something, Radament went even faster, kneading one breast and then the other with one hand while digging its bony fingers into the cheek of the sorceress' ass with another. Topped by a scream, Lyosil climaxed, shamelessly howling as she came all over the thick rod driving into her. The pleasure was intense and overwhelming, her orgasm seemed to last forever. Radament's own panting became more frequent and urgent, and with a dry screech it slammed into the sorceress' hips and unloaded stream after stream of cold spunk directly into her womb. Lyosil savored this final act of defilement, moaning with satisfaction as she felt the jizz fill her completely, so much of it that it began dripping down her thighs.

The mummy stayed inside of the woman until it felt the last bits of sperm leave its prick. When it pulled out, Lyosil looked down to see an enormous puddle of cum dripping out of her twat to form bellow her legs. Small tremors of pleasure still shook her body as Radament chuckled again, tucking away its cock and leaving the room.

It took the woman nearly an hour to come back to her senses. Almost reluctantly, she studied the runes again. There had to be a way to break through them, but to the sorceresses' continual chagrin her mind kept drifting back to how Radament had thoroughly ravaged her virgin, aching body, no matter how many times she tried to put it aside. She shifted uneasily, wondering if this depraved craving was the result of some magical fascination the creature had exerted over her or if was a deeper moral failing.

Lyosil closed her eyes and remembered the climax, how good it had been to cum from a cock stuffed into her body. She could feel herself getting moist again. Was it the runes? Was it her? The sorceress made a little moan and shifted on the pole, trying to rub her twat against the wood. It offered just enough stimulation to arouse her further, not enough to make her come. She banged her head against the pole and whimpered in frustration.

The rustling at the doorway made her open her eyes. To her horror and relief, Radament had returned, prick already out and swollen, demonic eyes blazing with lust. But there was a further shuffling in the background. She gasped.

Four or five other greater mummies, obviously from the same maker, milled behind Radament. They snapped their jaws sinisterly. A few were disrobing. Radament stalked over and snapped the bonds on the post. Lyoil fell to her knees. She barely had a moment to rub her sore wrists when the monster grabbed her head and drew it near her cock. The sorceress stared at the engorged member and moved her lips closer, watching the other monsters walk into the room with a mixtured of dread - and shameful anticipation.
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