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Asuri	By : bldangl0 Category: +A through F > Diablo 2 Views: 21562 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Asuri scampered nimbly up the crumbling wall of a ruined fortress, scouting out the terrain in the blasted hellscape. After lifting the siege from Harrogath, she'd ventured down into one of the strange rents in the earth she'd spotted when clearing out the catapults and their defenders. It looked very much like the flaming riverscape that lined the Chaos Sanctuary. Perhaps she was somewhere else in Hell?

The assassin shifted, felt her tight bindings giving slightly as she leaned forward. The black leather uniform was an outfit from her school, a mark of status that offered prestige and flexibility. The petite, muscled woman rolled back her shoulders and felt the straps on her chest go tight against her admittedly ample breasts, tight enough to leave marks when she undressed. There was a certain satisfaction in such compact clothing. Especially the close-fitting thong that rode between her legs, which tended to grind into her when she flexed a certain way.

Asuri shook her head. She was getting off mission. All of the monsters in this pit were dead. It was time to go back to the rest of the icy mountain. Climbing down the wall, Asuri hopped onto an abandoned wagon and strode off toward the exit, secure in the knowledge that no more monsters lurked among the rocks.

It was a surprise, then, when one staggered up behind the assassin and bellowed. Asuri turned and delivered a sharp kick to its midsection. The beast staggered but moved faster than Asuri imagined its bulk could go (was that the gleam of a ring on its finger?) and slammed the handle of a pole-arm into the back of her head.

Stars exploded in front of her eyes. The hit was extremely well-placed, numbing the nerves in her shoulders and arms. Before she could do anything else, the beast was on her.

Curiously the monster hadn't killed her yet, just dragged her off to a corner of the dungeon, behind a broken wagon and some racks of metal. The creature, a broad-shouldered demon with the head of a bull, had tied her hands behind her back and her ankles to two iron stakes sticking out from the ground, then bound a thick strip of cloth across her mouth as a gag. Asuri strained at the bond, the rough fibers of the rope irritatingly itchy against her silky skin. No use. Expertly tied, she'd give it that.

The creature's enormous, muscled frame filled her vision as it reached down and cupped her chin with its hand. Its skin was warm and it looked for all the world like a minotaur but its eyes flared red, and there was something demonically mad rolling underneath the infernal light. Asuri swore at it through the gag.

The creature responded by methodically stripping Asuri of all her weapons: knives, claws, poisons all, and simply throwing them into the lava. Asuri gave a shout of rage as she saw her valuables turned into molten slag. The beast's hands lingered over the curves of her hip and breasts and especially her ass. It made her yelp by squeezing it with one hand while reaching up and undoing the latches on her armor with the other. In less time than it took for Asuri to work up a string of blistering obscenities, it had her large, creamy breasts bouncing firm and free, bright-pink nipples bobbing in the air. A moment later, all the assassin wore were thigh-high leather boots and black-banded collar.

It ran a finger down the collar and tightened it a bit, not enough to choke but enough to press uncomfortably against Asuri's throat. The bull-creature shrugged off its loincloth and Asuri's eyes widened as fear contracted her stomach. Out sprang a monster of a cock: eleven inches long and as thick as her wrist, with large ruddy veins all along the shaft and framed by an enormous, swollen pair of balls. The head of its prick was a flaring bright red. Asuri had had her share of lovers back in the academy, but none even approached the beast's magnitude.

The monster removed the gag and waited. Asuri shook her head.

"If you think I'm going to-"

Whip-quick the creature backhanded her, not hard enough to seriously injure but just enough to hurt. Asuri blinked through the pain. The beast's large dick was still in front of her. She took a breath.

"Go to hell you -"

Another smack.

"If you think-"

Smack!

"Whoreson piece of-"

The next smack to her cheek sent stars spinning around the assassin's head. The monster gripped her hair with one hand. Asuri knew the strength behind it was enough to crush her if it forced the issue. The situation terrified her but maybe she could buy herself some time by complying a little. Only a little.

The assassin huffed, gathering herself, then tentatively licked at the tip of the monster's prick. It gripped her hair harder, as if in warning, and Asuri reluctantly opened up her mouth and slipped her pouty red lips past the head, sucking on an inch. She ran her tongue along the head, probing and licking, and after the pressure on her hair became greater took in another inch, then two more. The assassin began to gag as she worked over the rapidly-stiffening cock with her mouth, straining to take it in. There was barely any room, and she could feel every bumpy vein and ridge pressed against the inside of her mouth.

The creature began to grunt softly, its rigid cock so long the rest of it quivered slightly from what Asuri was doing to it inside her mouth. It snapped the bonds on her hands, so that the human wouldn't tumble backwards as its movement became more aggressive. The assassin looked up. The monster's eyes shone down into hers as it twisted her hair and pressed forward. Asuri screamed, the sound vibrating the beast's tool as it worked two more inches down her mouth and into her convulsing throat.

A Death Lord, Asuri remembered. These things were called Death Lords. Surely it wouldn't force her to take the whole thing?

Hoping to distract it, the assassin reached up to stroke the creature's balls. She found herself perversely fascinated by them. The monster's testicles were just as large as the rest of it, each one the size of an apple and layered with a velvety cover of fuzz that belied how firm they were. She played with them as she tried to accommodate the Death Lord's prick, tracing the balls' heavy weight with her thumbs, pressing lightly and holding them between thumb and forefinger.

Then Asuri squeezed, biting down at the same time.

The Death Lord bellowed, the sound making Asuri's skull vibrate. She'd pressed down with all her strength but the teeth hadn't even broken the creatures thick skin. Still, it had obviously hurt the beast. Instead of withdrawing, however, the monster jerked its hips forward, panting hard, gripping her shoulders out of reflex instead of punishment.

To Asuri's astonishment and reluctant admiration, all she'd done was excite it. The cock slipped further in and the assassin's eyes were watering from the pain of the girth inside her. She tried to keep from coughing up her stomach but kept up the sucking, forming a strong vacuum with her lips and trying to move her head up and down in time with the beast's small thrusts. She tried not to think about it but part of her wanted to rise to the challenge, part of her wanted to see if she could possibly take in all eleven inches.

Asuri hated herself for it, but part of her was absolutely soaking wet.

Sputtering as she took long, hard pulls on the thing's cock, Asuri's head became a blur as she sucked on the monster's dick. Three inches left, then two, then one. It was no good. She couldn't force herself onto it, the rest of the beast's rock-hard, slippery prick took up too much room. She stopped, almost there, coughing and straining with frustration. Then with a snort, the Death Lord gripped the back of her head with both hands and snapped its hips forward.

With a meaty smack, the assassin's distended lips were puckered up against the base of the creature's shaft, pressed against its balls on either side. Asuri gave a moan of triumph muffled by the cock. Her gag reflex screamed, her throat was a tube of pain, and a wave of perverse pleasure flared deep in her clit as she completely deep-throated the creature's tool.

The assassin looked up at the Death Lord again, feeling a perverse sense of pride. The creature stared down into the humans frightened, excited eyes as it withdrew and pushed in again, first a few inches then its entire length. Asuri coughed and sucked and stroked its cock, and they went faster and faster until the Death Lord bellowed and held the assassin's face in its hands as it exploded half-way in her mouth, rope after rope of boiling jism pouring down her throat and spilling out over her lips. It pushed inside again and without being prompted Asuri began to swallow, forcing the salty, almost sulfurous spunk down into her stomach, savoring the strange, exotic taste. The Death Lord finally popped its head out of her mouth and rubbed its spurting dick over her features and into her hair, finally squirting a few last pearly ropes onto the assassin's lovely jugs.

Asuri blinked, feeling the still-warm jiz. It had been almost steaming when it came out of the monster's cock. She stared up at the domineering creature and felt an intense self-loathing for what she'd just done, what she'd just enjoyed. Her throat ached, her pussy was dripping, and she was torn between her desire to reach between her legs and rub her clit until she came and nausea.

The Death Lord decided for her, snapping a chain to her collar, wound along its wrist. It pushed Asuri down until she was kneeling, doggy style. The creature positioned itself behind her, leaned forward and squeezed her breasts. Asuri cried out, her nipples reacting with jolts of pain and pleasure as the beast began to knead her tits. She could feel the bull-monster's cock bump against her thighs as it worked. Its prick was already half-erect and slowly swelling to its full size again. The assassin stifled a moan, revulsion and desire from the mauling of her luscious knockers making her head spin. She couldn't let this demon get this far - yet it felt so good!

Suddenly, there was a flash of metal and with remarkable dexterity, the monster grabbed one nipple, stretched it, and snapped something sharp onto the end. Asuri gaped, stunned by the sharp, arching pain. Before she could react the beast grabbed her other nipple and, lightning fast, did the same to that one. Asuri screamed and tried to grab her breasts to see what happened but the beast held her wrists. Her nipples throbbed uncontrollably, fever-warm and painful. The sobbing assassin looked down.

A shiny loop of metal ran through each of her pink nipples. The little jolt had been the end of each ring magically fusing together. Surprisingly, there were only a few drops of blood, the holes appearing to have already healed over. Perhaps it was the pain but her breasts felt more sensitive, quivering with the ebb and flow of the air. The assassin felt oddly lightheaded, as if she could run all day on a giddy flow of energy. She also felt more resilient. Asuri broke out into a sweat as she realized that the rings were enchanted. While they had their benefits she couldn't wear any other rings while these ones dangled from her nipples.

The Death Lord flicked one of the rings and listened to Asuri's moan with appreciation. Over her cries of protest it fondled her nipples, pain swelling Asuri's breasts as well as pleasure, then pulled.

"TITS on a WHORE-COW!" the assassin swore, eyes watering uncontrollably.

It had hurt! Thanks to the enchantment on the one loop of metal she was fairly certain that she could take the tug, but it had been a blisteringly intense sensation. The tug on the other nipple-ring was just as powerful, just as agonizing. The Death Lord began a routine, grasping all of Asuri's magnificent orbs, squeezing them, playing with the nipples then stretching them out. Asuri cussed and moaned and even, to her shame, wept a little as the needle-sharp pain blended with bliss. The rough stimulation was equal ecstasy and agony, and Asuri began to crest on the edge of an orgasm, never coming close enough but succumbing completely to the bull-monster's rough handling of her breasts.

Asuri was almost grateful when she felt the Death Lord's hard shaft rub against her thighs. Its own legs, warm with an extremely short layer of bristly, almost abrasive fur, pressed up against her, further stimulating her delicate skin. A small corner of her mind was shrieking at her to fight, resist, to do something. In deference to it, Asuri tried pulling away as the monster positioned its throbbing cock near the entrance to her moist pussy. Another, more dominant corner of her mind relished the ropes on her ankles going taut, holding her in place, trapping her as the monster rubbed its cockhead up and down her slit, teasing her. The assassin let out a frustrated groan as her shapely legs spread open of their own accord as far as they could go. Still the monster didn't oblige, instead smacking one of her creamy ass cheeks with the palm of one hand. It left a stinging welt. The monster smacked the other cheek, snorting in appreciation at the feel of the firm, white flesh and the red marks it was leaving. The assassin cried out as it slapped both together and she felt another miniature orgasm, a tantalizing quiver that did nothing to satisfy. When it reached back up for her tits she could stand it no longer.

"What are you waiting for you bastard?" Asuri choked out. "Are you going to put it in or not?"

The beast stopped.

"Damn you, you stinking beast," She continued. "Can you understand me? Put it in or don't you ugly bastard!"

There was no further movement except the slow rise and fall of the beast's massive and, to Asuri's lust-starved eyes, magnificently powerful chest, and a curious tilt to its head.

"Gods, please!"

She sobbed. Here she was, elite assassin of the ancient order, killer of demons, death from the shadows - and she'd been reduced to begging to be the plaything of a foul, looming, half-animal. It was with a mixture of shame and great relief that, after her "please" the thing grabbed her by the hair with one hand, the ass with the other, and slammed itself into her.

"Oooohf!!!" Asuri grunted as the breath was half-knocked out of her. Barely half of the Death Lord's thick, veiny cock was in but she was already excitingly, dangerously full. It pulled out a little then, with glacial strength, moved back in, pushing another inch into the assassin's straining pussy. The monster panted, savoring the tightness of its prey's cunt, her flushed face and her glazed eyes. It had ravaged many a woman and most of them succumbed to their suppressed desire for a good and hard bestial cock, but this one was particularly susceptible to her lusts. The demon slowly glided in and out a few more times then, savoring how the assassin writhed helplessly underneath it, how she pushed her hips back in order to accommodate its rock-hard shaft. It shoved forward again, starting a faster rhythm.

Asuri could only make sharp little noises, mind reeling from the tremendously wide cock being stuffed up her cunt. Her "Ah! Ah! AH!"s echoed around the empty chamber. Bent over, her nipples brushed the floor with each thrust, adding to the aching pleasure as they swiped the rough surface, creating a steady jingling counterpoint to her breathy cries and her monstrous lover's enthusiastic grunts. The Death Lord quickened its pumping and the assassin gave a trembling wail as she felt its cockhead bump up against the entrance to her cervix. There was an intense spark of pleasure and pain and desire. Not only did Asuri want an orgasm, she realized, she desperately wanted the monster to squirt its load into her womb, wanted it to defile her with unholy seed in the most intimate place possible.

"Ugh! Uh! Faster!" She muttered in between thrusts. "Harder, please! Uhn! God's balls, you're huge! You're so big! Cum in me! Deep in me! Please, I NEED your cum! Uhn! Ungn!"

Her head swam as the Death Lord obliged, speeding up as its monstrous cock pistoned in and out, all business as it drilled the assassin's slick, squeezing pussy deeper and deeper, stretching it out so hard and fast that Asuri felt tears in her eyes. She humped back, helping to set up a pace. The assassin and the demon locked themselves into a frantic rhythm when finally the beast moaned loudly, bull-head snarling as it felt its balls boil. Almost demented with excitement Asuri grabbed her own tits and squeezed, tongue lolling out at the agony - the degrading pleasure - of the nipple-rings as pulled. Her pussy felt like a waterfall as it began to tremble. The assassin came, shamelessly howling as her orgasm rose up and shook her entire body over her center of pleasure, the monster's rock-solid cock thrusting in her. With an answering bellow the beast tossed its head and pressed against her, holding Asuri as its prick exploded deep in her womb, boiling jism quickly filling up the woman as she wailed beneath him. The excess cum barely squeezed out past the woman's shuddering, clamping pussy walls, squirting out and down her legs as the Death Lord emptied out the contents of its balls into its willing, still-orgasming partner.

Asuri was still riding the last waves of her climax when her demon snapped her leg bonds and flipped her over on her back. She lay there as it directed its spurting tool toward her tits. Thick streams of cum splattered against her heaving tits and then her face. Asuri opened her mouth and caught a few blasts on her tongue, then reached out and almost lovingly massaged the Death Lord's cock until the last few squirts of cum had arced onto her lips and throat.

The ravaged assassin lay there, cum pooling out of her quivering pussy, simply trying to concentrate on breathing as she floated on the afterglow. She felt sore, weak, vulnerable - and utterly satisfied. Almost rejuvenated. Asuri eyed the monster, sitting on its haunches, also breathing heavily as it enjoyed the moment. It was distracted, unfocused. She could leap up, scramble up the walls here, and leap to another island and make for the entrance. It would hurt but, thanks partly to the invigorating magics from the rings, she was fairly certain she could do it.

Instead she sighed and rested on her back, waiting for the demon. It shook itself, stared down at her with burning eyes and slowly began to stroke itself. Asuri licked her lips as its cock went from flaccid to attentive, its massive head proudly bobbing up as it crawled toward her, grabbed her breasts and began to play with them as knelt over her. It still had a chain attached to her collar and the demon lord pulled on it, bringing up the head of its cum-bitch. Asuri looked at it with admiring desire as it thrust its tongue into her mouth the same moment it slid back into her still-wet pussy.

Asuri moaned into the hard kiss, sucking on the tongue as the monster entered her once more. She spread her legs and begged the Death Lord to take her as it claimed her again, hard and fast, on the stone tiles of hell.
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