The Final Bwa-Ha-Ha 5

A deep laugh thundered in Baal-Satyr’s chest as his tongue dipped into Bea’s hole and tasted all it could. She would beg for more before he’d even given her another orgasm. All these years of desiring her… and now she was his before she’d even taken his cock! The hot-blooded bitch was losing her self-delusions by the moment! Knowing more with each passing second that she belonged here and to him.

Bea’s head flipped from side to side and she keened in abject shame, when she wasn’t expressing the sheer ecstasy of Baal-Satyr’s thick tongue hotly separating the lips of her cunt. A gurgling moan of animal submission escaped her lips. She was powerless to resist the wisps of undeniable pleasure that fluttered through her like a huge feather, presaging a return to the inescapable ecstasy that had previously defeated her.

Baal-Satyr clutched at her naked breasts, his fingers digging into the soft yet resilient flesh until it bulged between his thick, callused fingers. Bea heard him huffing and puffing with carnal need, completely wild for her, tonguing and licking her wanton pussy like an animal that needed her taste to live. She scratched at the floor, pounded it with her fists, unable to stand how delicious her sex felt, wrapped around his rough tongue.

Her own moans sickened her; her submission disgusted her. It was a hateful relief when the pleasure stopped, but only so that Baal-Satyr could mount her and kiss her full on the lips, his mouth still pungent with the wetness of her cunt. His tongue probed inside her mouth, making sure she tasted the same flavor he had delighted in, before he pushed into her throat. Feeding the appendage into her gullet until she almost gagged.

Baal-Satyr’s eyes were little more than cruel slits as he came away from her mouth and lowered his manipulations to the brown peaks of her nipples. His lips encircled a turgid bud and it hardened with each circle his tongue made around it, pulsing with electric delight the same way her clit had when he’d given it the same treatment.

“Oh God, oh God… YES!  Fuck me! Please, Baal-Satyr, please! Your tongue isn’t enough anymore! Let me have your cock! Let me come from all you can do to me, not from being teased!” Bea cried, not sure if it was out of desperation or something she really meant.

“Then treat yourself to it, my dear,” Baal-Satyr chuckled, his dark voice more sickly sweet than ever. “Take my cock and put it where it belongs, where it was always meant to go!”

His words penetrated Bea’s confusion and lust, bringing her around to the lurid reality of what was about to happen. She was literally about to have congress with the Beast! And it was the half of him that was bestial, absolutely. Perhaps more than half—that cock had to be a substantial portion of his mass.

But Bea didn’t have it in her to resist. She felt no need to pretend. When her hands reached down, she realized what they were doing and went along with her treacherous body. It was mad, it was wicked, but she could live with it so long as it was her choice. She could handle being damned; she couldn’t keep pretending she was some goody two-shoes who didn’t want it.

It was all she wanted, now.

Her arms stretched down over the quaking flatness of her belly to where his lust-gorged endowment held sway between her thighs, so big that she couldn’t even close her legs. She tried to take hold of it with certainty, but her own grip felt timid to her. It was so big, as impossibly thick as it was long. Her fingers couldn’t encircle its massive girth.

It throbbed against her palm and she felt the rush of burning blood inside it, stiffening Baal-Satyr even more, until his cock felt more like a fence post than living tissue. Black veins pulsed and throbbed wherever she moved her hands. Bea knew she would feel them when it was inside her pussy.

“¡Venga! ¡Venga! Hurry up! Put it in, put it in me!” Bea panted, her voice rising with the frenzy of her feelings.

She dared not have second thoughts now—she was afraid to even breathe as he moved his erection between her pouting folds. Her own hands guided it in, making sure it didn’t stray no matter how it throbbed. Bea felt the moist pink lips of her womanhood flower in anticipation of finally being satisfied, all of her opening to receive this huge maleness.

She quivered under his heaving bulk, knowing her body was fully in the grip of subservience. All of it set upon the task at hand. She needed what this demon had for her; his ugliness, his monstrosity, they were dwarfed by her arousal. Bea didn’t know if she even had it in her to regret this later, so long as he made her come like when it’d been his tongue violating her and not his prick.

Baal-Satyr paused, glorying in her body’s beseeching anticipation, and Bea knew she would never be the same after he fulfilled her.

“HHNNNGGGHH!” Bea howled, arching off the carpet in sublime pain as Baal-Satyr gave her a punishing entry thrust. His prick surged into her brutally, taking full advantage of how wet and loose she was, then spreading her still further, opening her as no stud had ever done before! Tears crowded her eyes. Winces distorted her gorgeous face.

Baal-Satyr bored relentlessly towards her womb, his fat cock filling the deepest recesses of her sex, going deeper than any man had ever been. He filled her like a tree stump; her eyes rolled in their sockets while her lips formed the unvoiced screams she couldn’t get out. Finally, Bea got enough breath to add words to how she pounded at his back and shoulders.

“Baal-Satyr! Baal-Satyr! Please! Go easy! You’re killing me with that prick!” she cried, but she might as well have been speaking Latin for how Baal-Satyr slowed his ravaging strokes.

His weight was heavy on top of her and she felt as if every cell of her luscious body was being squeezed into his all-consuming sexuality. It was enough to make her pray he would come already: didn’t matter if he bred her, didn’t matter if she ended up leaking his viscous cum for months, she just needed to be able to shut her legs again!

“In time, you’ll come from me hurting you,” Baal-Satyr promised her. “For now, you’ll just have to endure the pain. The orgasm will be worth it!”

“What was wrong with the one your tongue gave me?!”

“That was yours. I was talking about mine.”

His aggressive thrusts pained her, wracked her with suffering. Each backward grind of his potent cock tantalized her with relief, until only the bloated head was still between her cunt lips. Then, with an animalistic grunt, he’d put all his strength into impaling her again. Skewering her tightly gripping walls. Ramming the reluctantly yielding innards with a thunderous smack that sent his balls crashing into her thick gluts.

That sound, the lewd clap of his bloated testes against her ass, seemed to ring out with how conquered she was. Not by him, but by her own out of control passions. Salty tears trailed down her cheeks. But the pain was steadily leaving, worked away by Baal-Satyr’s demanding labor, and something far worse took its place. The degrading awareness that her body was aroused once more, was right back to seething for his dirty touch. To burning for his virile cum!

“That’s enough for now.” Baal-Satyr clicked his tongue. “You’ll fully learn to appreciate your station later. Tonight, I’ll only teach you what’s really important: taking the cum of Baal-Satyr!”

He extended his legs to the floor and reared up over her, pushing his loins out to offer his cock to her face. Bea knew what she had to do. She wrapped her hands around his length so that when he pumped his hips, his member fucked through her fists. His ugly face clenched with desire; his chest heaved with heightened breath. She could only jerk her hands along with his cock, joining in the act and thankful that he was letting her hands service him instead of stretching her pussy any further.

“Mmm,” Bea sighed, surprised to find the words coming naturally to her moistly parted lips. “Come, Baal-Satyr. I want to watch you come…”

He roared.

Her right hand pushed down to the base of his prick and as his seed rushed through the shaft she felt the heat of it inside her fist.

Bea stared at his cockhead as if hypnotized.

His cum came out hard, under insane pressure, the thick cream shooting upwards, hitting the ceiling, what didn’t stick splattering her fists and forearms and her upturned face, her stuck out tongue…

Bea moaned and pumped him some more.