A story about one of Queen Olivia Silversong's visits to The Catacombs of Maran to "strengthen the seals".
Contains: M/F, MILF, demon, monster boy, size difference, huge breasts, big ass, huge cock, excessive cum, titfuck, throatfuck, vaginal sex.
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Maran and the MILF Queen
‘The Catacombs of Maran… here we are,’ Queen Olivia Silversong observed to herself with a sigh. In the Catacombs’ depths rested Maran, the Knight of the Underworld, a demon that had been brought into the living world by a lot of blood and death; a monster that had raged through the lands for years until her son had finally managed to seal it up. Unfortunately, they had found no way of actually killing him yet.
‘Your Majesty,’ piped up the youth who had driven her carriage during the journey here, ‘are you certain you don’t require my assistance?’
‘I must regularly strengthen the seals guarding Maran’s prison myself. You know that, Roderick,’ she told the tall, handsome young man in shining armour. ‘Just wait for me here and ensure that no one follows.’
‘Yes, your Majesty,’ he conceded, but it was clear that he wasn’t happy with the prospect. Olivia didn’t care, however. This was her duty as Queen.
Making sure that her royal purple dress wouldn’t be stained as she descended the steps, Olivia lifted the hemline, showing off some stocking-clad ankle and leg that made poor Roderick blush, but she pretended not to notice. It was rather more difficult to ignore the way her breasts jiggled as she descended the staircase. As it had happened, Olivia’s mother had been pregnant at the time of Maran’s summoning, and the surge of magic that occurred when he entered this realm had had an effect on many unborn children. Olivia didn’t look as bad as many others; the only mutation on her part seemed to be a scandalously exaggerated hourglass figure. Most gossip at the noble courts consisted of how her body would have fit better on a high class whore back in her younger years.
And Olivia couldn’t deny that her body drove men, and some women, wild. Being a little over six feet in height made her tower over most men, even poor Roderick, and she was blessed with the perfect noblewoman’s face: beautiful, with high, thin cheekbones, a sharp jawline, and generally sharp, severe facial features that made it easy for her to scowl. Her icy blue eyes did nothing to lessen that effect, either. Her plump, plush lips seemed to be the only soft thing about her face.
‘Your Majesty,’ piped up the youth who had driven her carriage during the journey here, ‘are you certain you don’t require my assistance?’
‘I must regularly strengthen the seals guarding Maran’s prison myself. You know that, Roderick,’ she told the tall, handsome young man in shining armour. ‘Just wait for me here and ensure that no one follows.’
‘Yes, your Majesty,’ he conceded, but it was clear that he wasn’t happy with the prospect. Olivia didn’t care, however. This was her duty as Queen.
Making sure that her royal purple dress wouldn’t be stained as she descended the steps, Olivia lifted the hemline, showing off some stocking-clad ankle and leg that made poor Roderick blush, but she pretended not to notice. It was rather more difficult to ignore the way her breasts jiggled as she descended the staircase. As it had happened, Olivia’s mother had been pregnant at the time of Maran’s summoning, and the surge of magic that occurred when he entered this realm had had an effect on many unborn children. Olivia didn’t look as bad as many others; the only mutation on her part seemed to be a scandalously exaggerated hourglass figure. Most gossip at the noble courts consisted of how her body would have fit better on a high class whore back in her younger years.
And Olivia couldn’t deny that her body drove men, and some women, wild. Being a little over six feet in height made her tower over most men, even poor Roderick, and she was blessed with the perfect noblewoman’s face: beautiful, with high, thin cheekbones, a sharp jawline, and generally sharp, severe facial features that made it easy for her to scowl. Her icy blue eyes did nothing to lessen that effect, either. Her plump, plush lips seemed to be the only soft thing about her face.
Her body was a different story. A pair of titanic breasts, each bigger than a pumpkin, graced her chest and wobbled with every step and movement. Olivia couldn’t wear any gowns that didn’t show off her pale, creamy, cavernous cleavage. At least, she sometimes comforted herself, she didn’t snap like a twig with every step, and luckily her gowns could hide her other, equally pronounced curves—like her broad, breeding-worthy hips and meaty thighs, and her big, ballooning buttocks.
But presently, as she proceeded deeper into the Catacombs, the Queen wasn’t thinking about her body. She thought only of Maran as her heels clacked against the stone floors. Sigils and runes etched from silver and cold iron graced the walls around her, the keys to containing Maran; but instead of strengthening them like she had promised, she walked deeper yet into the Catacombs. The ceiling slowly arched higher and higher until, finally, she stepped into a huge, wide room with a domed ceiling supported by seven thick pillars. On the domed ceiling another intricate sigil was carved. A similar one was carved directly below it, and a form was sitting in the centre of it.
‘Ah, my Queen! Have you finally come to put me out of my misery?’ the demon called Maran asked, his voice echoing in the vast space.
‘Maran, drop the act…we play this game almost every month,’ Olivia replied, annoyed, as she began the heroic task of trying to squeeze out of her ball gown.
‘Allow me a little fun, Olivia, it gets so boring without you around.’ Maran shot her a toothy grin.
Demon or not, he was a handsome devil. Olivia remarked as much each time she came to strengthen the seals. He had wild, snow-white hair that came down to rest on his broad shoulders, and intelligent golden eyes set in a broad, handsome face twinkled mischievously as he stared at the queen. His entire body was covered in tight, powerful muscles; he looked like he had been carved out of dark, red marble. His wrists and ankles were manacled and attached to pillars on either side, but he didn’t seem to be all that bothered by it. Olivia strongly suspected that if she hadn’t come to her current arrangement with the horny devil, to let him blow off some steam every now and then, he would have already found a way to escape.
As she got out of her dress, Olivia noticed some activity already stirring between Maran’s legs. She was now dressed in nothing more than a pair of stockings held up by a garter belt, expensive gloves that went up past her elbows, and a corset that made her waist look even slimmer than it already was, and her breasts and ass look equally pronounced. Only, instead of covering her thick pink nipples, the corset seemed to present them, and as she got closer, she noticed that the demon quite liked her choice of attire. His legs were spread wide to reveal a bulging ballsack stuffed with a quartet of apple-sized orbs, while above it, a horse-like cock covered in nubs pushed out of its sheath.
‘Like what you see?’ Olivia asked coyly as she approached, pinching her nipples.
‘You know I always do,’ Maran shot back with an animal growl.
‘Flattery will get you everywhere,’ Olivia chirped, a smile finally breaking her regal mask, and she dropped to her knees in front of the demon, pressing her titanic breasts around his monstercock.
Despite the size of her mountainous mammeries, Maran’s fat demonic length still managed to poke out from between Olivia’s cleavage. Without any warning, Maran grabbed the Queen’s inky black hair—no doubt messing up the meticulous styling she had applied to keep up royal court fashion—and roughly shoved her head down on his cock. Olivia happily allowed him to, and opened her mouth wide, allowing the demonic dick to slide down her throat.
She loudly glurked and glarked as Maran manoeuvred her head up and down his shaft, uncaring about her comfort, while she did her best to work her breasts over the portions of his throbbing shaft that her hot mouth couldn’t reach. Maran’s rough hip thrusts ruined her lipstick, and trying as hard as she was to relax her throat as he pounded it made tears of effort stream down the Queen’s face to ruin the rest of her make-up. Not that Olivia cared. Ever since the King died, she’d had no one to treat her like a woman.Only Maran truly seemed to know how to do that.
‘You have no idea how long I’ve been looking forward to this!’ Maran growled, clearly relishing the way one portion of his huge cock was being hugged by the Queen’s enormous bust, while the rest pounded down her royal throat.
Olivia didn’t respond in any vocal way; the curvaceous monarch merely slurped down the tacky ropes of hot demon precum that began to flow from Maran’s distended cumslit, globs of spit escaping her mouth and splattering down sloppily onto her tits. Olivia heaved her breasts up and down a little faster, tried to slurp on Maran’s shaft a little more energetically, as he used her throat like nothing more than a masturbatory aid. Now that precum was lubricating the walls of her throat, she knew it wouldn’t take long before Maran reached his peak and blasted her stomach full of demon seed.
‘I’m going to cum, Olivia,’ Maran grunted savagely. She tried to pull her head back in response, but the demon forcibly held her down, pushing her face even further onto his cock, until her nose nearly disappeared into her own cleavage.
Panicked whimpers, muffled by Maran’s demonic dick, left the Queen’s throat, but he was predictably unmoved. With a deep, dark growl, his member fattened…and molasses-thick, hot babybatter spewed from the tip of his cock, right down Olivia’s throat. An intimidating quantity of it entered her stomach, but the demon’s seed quickly became too much for the mortal woman, starting to flow back and clog up her throat. Olivia did her best to try and swallow it back down, but Maran had four big seedmakers in his sack, pumping out ungodly amounts of virile cum, so within moments she simply gave up.
Thick ropes of white goop jetted from Olivia’s nostrils, as well as from the corners of her mouth, causing Maran’s jizz to paint her mouth and cheeks. Yet more of it smacked onto her huge, wobbling breasts. When Maran was finally spent, his sticky white slime was dripping profusely down Olivia’s face, slithering down her bosom, while she scowled up at him, her throat still bulging with his demon dick. Maran gave a sardonic, apologetic smile, and released his hold on her head. Olivia quickly took the chance to extract his monstrous member from her gullet. While his cock wobbled free, thoroughly bathed in her queenly drool, Olivia spent several moments coughing wetly and loudly, wiping her mouth clean with the back of a glove.
‘You look gorgeous,’ Maran told her by way of apology.
‘Be quiet, you brute,’ Olivia scolded, and ineffectually slapped his muscular leg, but her eyes twinkled in obvious amusement. ‘I hope you enjoyed yourself, because now, it is now up to you to please me,’ she added, rising to her feet and pushing Maran to the ground. He let her do it.
The demon’s monstrous pole was still sticking up proudly into the air. With a grin, Olivia straddled his hips, sinking down until his flared cockhead brushed against her plump, drenched labia. She moaned and tried to slide on it slowly, but Maran had other plans. With a half-grunt, half-chuckle, he roughly pulled her down, forcing his huge dick into her slit and stretching it wide open. Olivia’s head snapped back, eyes wide and fixated on the arched ceiling, and she tried to scream—! But all she could do was whimper ineffectively. Her stomach immediately hurt, and looking down shakily, she noticed a clear, tube-like bulge pushing out against her corset. Maran noticed, too, and used one sharp claw to cut apart the strings on her back holding the corset together.
‘I-It was supposed to be your turn pleasuring me!’ Olivia gasped, as the corset fell from her body and smacked down on Maran’s musclebound stomach. Now freed, her enormous bust jiggled down to rest closer to her bulging stomach.
‘Surprise!’ Maran declared with a positively devilish smirk. ‘I’m a demon!’
‘Bastard!’ Olivia hissed, but as he effortlessly pulled her body up again, his cock sliding in the confines of her cunt, its nubs tickling her folds, a rapturous smile spread across her features.
Loud, feminine moans and deep, dark male grunts resounded through the Catacombs as Maran bounced the curvy Queen up and down his dick like a toy. Wet squelches sounded from Olivia’s pussy each time the demon extracted his massive cock, or pounded it back inside of her—which, of course in turn, made her belly bulge and flatten, bulge and flatten. Flashes of pain and pleasure coursed through Olivia’s body each time Maran’s powerful cockhead slammed against her cervix. She knew what was going to come next, and tried to brace herself.
But presently, as she proceeded deeper into the Catacombs, the Queen wasn’t thinking about her body. She thought only of Maran as her heels clacked against the stone floors. Sigils and runes etched from silver and cold iron graced the walls around her, the keys to containing Maran; but instead of strengthening them like she had promised, she walked deeper yet into the Catacombs. The ceiling slowly arched higher and higher until, finally, she stepped into a huge, wide room with a domed ceiling supported by seven thick pillars. On the domed ceiling another intricate sigil was carved. A similar one was carved directly below it, and a form was sitting in the centre of it.
‘Ah, my Queen! Have you finally come to put me out of my misery?’ the demon called Maran asked, his voice echoing in the vast space.
‘Maran, drop the act…we play this game almost every month,’ Olivia replied, annoyed, as she began the heroic task of trying to squeeze out of her ball gown.
‘Allow me a little fun, Olivia, it gets so boring without you around.’ Maran shot her a toothy grin.
Demon or not, he was a handsome devil. Olivia remarked as much each time she came to strengthen the seals. He had wild, snow-white hair that came down to rest on his broad shoulders, and intelligent golden eyes set in a broad, handsome face twinkled mischievously as he stared at the queen. His entire body was covered in tight, powerful muscles; he looked like he had been carved out of dark, red marble. His wrists and ankles were manacled and attached to pillars on either side, but he didn’t seem to be all that bothered by it. Olivia strongly suspected that if she hadn’t come to her current arrangement with the horny devil, to let him blow off some steam every now and then, he would have already found a way to escape.
As she got out of her dress, Olivia noticed some activity already stirring between Maran’s legs. She was now dressed in nothing more than a pair of stockings held up by a garter belt, expensive gloves that went up past her elbows, and a corset that made her waist look even slimmer than it already was, and her breasts and ass look equally pronounced. Only, instead of covering her thick pink nipples, the corset seemed to present them, and as she got closer, she noticed that the demon quite liked her choice of attire. His legs were spread wide to reveal a bulging ballsack stuffed with a quartet of apple-sized orbs, while above it, a horse-like cock covered in nubs pushed out of its sheath.
‘Like what you see?’ Olivia asked coyly as she approached, pinching her nipples.
‘You know I always do,’ Maran shot back with an animal growl.
‘Flattery will get you everywhere,’ Olivia chirped, a smile finally breaking her regal mask, and she dropped to her knees in front of the demon, pressing her titanic breasts around his monstercock.
Despite the size of her mountainous mammeries, Maran’s fat demonic length still managed to poke out from between Olivia’s cleavage. Without any warning, Maran grabbed the Queen’s inky black hair—no doubt messing up the meticulous styling she had applied to keep up royal court fashion—and roughly shoved her head down on his cock. Olivia happily allowed him to, and opened her mouth wide, allowing the demonic dick to slide down her throat.
She loudly glurked and glarked as Maran manoeuvred her head up and down his shaft, uncaring about her comfort, while she did her best to work her breasts over the portions of his throbbing shaft that her hot mouth couldn’t reach. Maran’s rough hip thrusts ruined her lipstick, and trying as hard as she was to relax her throat as he pounded it made tears of effort stream down the Queen’s face to ruin the rest of her make-up. Not that Olivia cared. Ever since the King died, she’d had no one to treat her like a woman.Only Maran truly seemed to know how to do that.
‘You have no idea how long I’ve been looking forward to this!’ Maran growled, clearly relishing the way one portion of his huge cock was being hugged by the Queen’s enormous bust, while the rest pounded down her royal throat.
Olivia didn’t respond in any vocal way; the curvaceous monarch merely slurped down the tacky ropes of hot demon precum that began to flow from Maran’s distended cumslit, globs of spit escaping her mouth and splattering down sloppily onto her tits. Olivia heaved her breasts up and down a little faster, tried to slurp on Maran’s shaft a little more energetically, as he used her throat like nothing more than a masturbatory aid. Now that precum was lubricating the walls of her throat, she knew it wouldn’t take long before Maran reached his peak and blasted her stomach full of demon seed.
‘I’m going to cum, Olivia,’ Maran grunted savagely. She tried to pull her head back in response, but the demon forcibly held her down, pushing her face even further onto his cock, until her nose nearly disappeared into her own cleavage.
Panicked whimpers, muffled by Maran’s demonic dick, left the Queen’s throat, but he was predictably unmoved. With a deep, dark growl, his member fattened…and molasses-thick, hot babybatter spewed from the tip of his cock, right down Olivia’s throat. An intimidating quantity of it entered her stomach, but the demon’s seed quickly became too much for the mortal woman, starting to flow back and clog up her throat. Olivia did her best to try and swallow it back down, but Maran had four big seedmakers in his sack, pumping out ungodly amounts of virile cum, so within moments she simply gave up.
Thick ropes of white goop jetted from Olivia’s nostrils, as well as from the corners of her mouth, causing Maran’s jizz to paint her mouth and cheeks. Yet more of it smacked onto her huge, wobbling breasts. When Maran was finally spent, his sticky white slime was dripping profusely down Olivia’s face, slithering down her bosom, while she scowled up at him, her throat still bulging with his demon dick. Maran gave a sardonic, apologetic smile, and released his hold on her head. Olivia quickly took the chance to extract his monstrous member from her gullet. While his cock wobbled free, thoroughly bathed in her queenly drool, Olivia spent several moments coughing wetly and loudly, wiping her mouth clean with the back of a glove.
‘You look gorgeous,’ Maran told her by way of apology.
‘Be quiet, you brute,’ Olivia scolded, and ineffectually slapped his muscular leg, but her eyes twinkled in obvious amusement. ‘I hope you enjoyed yourself, because now, it is now up to you to please me,’ she added, rising to her feet and pushing Maran to the ground. He let her do it.
The demon’s monstrous pole was still sticking up proudly into the air. With a grin, Olivia straddled his hips, sinking down until his flared cockhead brushed against her plump, drenched labia. She moaned and tried to slide on it slowly, but Maran had other plans. With a half-grunt, half-chuckle, he roughly pulled her down, forcing his huge dick into her slit and stretching it wide open. Olivia’s head snapped back, eyes wide and fixated on the arched ceiling, and she tried to scream—! But all she could do was whimper ineffectively. Her stomach immediately hurt, and looking down shakily, she noticed a clear, tube-like bulge pushing out against her corset. Maran noticed, too, and used one sharp claw to cut apart the strings on her back holding the corset together.
‘I-It was supposed to be your turn pleasuring me!’ Olivia gasped, as the corset fell from her body and smacked down on Maran’s musclebound stomach. Now freed, her enormous bust jiggled down to rest closer to her bulging stomach.
‘Surprise!’ Maran declared with a positively devilish smirk. ‘I’m a demon!’
‘Bastard!’ Olivia hissed, but as he effortlessly pulled her body up again, his cock sliding in the confines of her cunt, its nubs tickling her folds, a rapturous smile spread across her features.
Loud, feminine moans and deep, dark male grunts resounded through the Catacombs as Maran bounced the curvy Queen up and down his dick like a toy. Wet squelches sounded from Olivia’s pussy each time the demon extracted his massive cock, or pounded it back inside of her—which, of course in turn, made her belly bulge and flatten, bulge and flatten. Flashes of pain and pleasure coursed through Olivia’s body each time Maran’s powerful cockhead slammed against her cervix. She knew what was going to come next, and tried to brace herself.
But then the demon’s cockhead abruptly slammed her cervix aside, penetrated her womb, and the Queen couldn’t help but release a sharp cry. The combined, unworldly pain and pleasure this brutal invasion of her most sacred place caused made her jerk and writhe uncontrollably on the massive pole, as several clear streamers of femcum blasted from her abused snatch.
Unfortunately for Olivia, Maran didn’t let the fact that she was climaxing on top of his dick slow him down, and he brutally continued to pump her soft, jiggling body up and down. Light danced and flashed in Olivia’s eyes, and her tongue lolled dumbly out of her mouth; without giving it any thought, she lapped up some of the demon cum still surrounding her mouth. She distantly realized that she must look so undignified, make-up and hair a mess, almost completely naked and with an expression of utter whorish bliss on her face. Somehow, the thought of getting caught like this entered her mind—maybe the youth who’d escorted her to the Catacombs would venture down and see her being used as a pleasure toy for a demon dick—and she got even more excited.
Unfortunately for Olivia, Maran didn’t let the fact that she was climaxing on top of his dick slow him down, and he brutally continued to pump her soft, jiggling body up and down. Light danced and flashed in Olivia’s eyes, and her tongue lolled dumbly out of her mouth; without giving it any thought, she lapped up some of the demon cum still surrounding her mouth. She distantly realized that she must look so undignified, make-up and hair a mess, almost completely naked and with an expression of utter whorish bliss on her face. Somehow, the thought of getting caught like this entered her mind—maybe the youth who’d escorted her to the Catacombs would venture down and see her being used as a pleasure toy for a demon dick—and she got even more excited.
She didn’t get to entertain this fantasy for long, however, as Maran’s thrusts suddenly sped up and his grunts became louder and louder, until he eventually rammed her down all the way on his cock and released a bestial roar.
Olivia’s own faint shriek joined that roar, but it quickly faded to whimpers as hot, sticky, unholy seed blasted straight into her womb, and her belly began to swell with the unnatural volume of it. She could practically feel the demonic spunk rushing down her fallopian tubes, and not for the first time, she wondered if the demon could knock her up. They had been doing this for some time now, and she’d never showed any signs of being pregnant, but one never knew. She didn’t know if the idea terrified her or aroused her more.
Olivia’s own faint shriek joined that roar, but it quickly faded to whimpers as hot, sticky, unholy seed blasted straight into her womb, and her belly began to swell with the unnatural volume of it. She could practically feel the demonic spunk rushing down her fallopian tubes, and not for the first time, she wondered if the demon could knock her up. They had been doing this for some time now, and she’d never showed any signs of being pregnant, but one never knew. She didn’t know if the idea terrified her or aroused her more.
Those worries were quickly replaced by more pressing concerns as she began to feel too full of Maran’s jizz. Some ropes of his seed were managing to squeeze past the tight seal that his cock made in her cunt, but not many—not enough. The Queen started to pound her fists down on his chest to shake him from his gratified enjoyment of emptying his balls inside her; luckily, she got his attention.
His member still spewing cum, Maran began pulling Olivia off of his prick, drawing a loud, wet and obscene-sounding schlooorp, and causing a waterfall of demon-semen to pour from her gaping twat. Unfortunately for her however, the beast still wasn’t done. Resultantly, Olivia was rewarded by getting her large, reddened, meaty buttocks blasted with spunk. By the time Maran was done, her cushiony ass was sticky with his cum, and her stockings—ruined!
His member still spewing cum, Maran began pulling Olivia off of his prick, drawing a loud, wet and obscene-sounding schlooorp, and causing a waterfall of demon-semen to pour from her gaping twat. Unfortunately for her however, the beast still wasn’t done. Resultantly, Olivia was rewarded by getting her large, reddened, meaty buttocks blasted with spunk. By the time Maran was done, her cushiony ass was sticky with his cum, and her stockings—ruined!
Olivia found, to her own mild surprise, that she didn’t really care. She nonchalantly removed her stockings, along with her gloves, and tried to clean her face as best as she could, fixing her hair with equal casualness.
‘Same time next month?’ Maran ventured, releasing a tired sigh and clasping his formidable hands behind his head.
‘Naturally,’ Olivia returned airily, adding in a grumble, ‘I just have to find a way to get rid of these annoying paladins my son sends along to babysit me.’
‘So! I got some competition?’ Maran asked with a teasing smirk.
‘Very few men can compete with you,’ Olivia replied, taking care to make the comment sound as offhanded as possible even as her stomach fluttered. She began the arduous task of putting her gown back on. ‘It’s just annoying to keep finding excuses for the clothes you ruin and “disappear” before I leave this wretched place again.’
‘I’m worth it though, aren’t I?’ The demon quipped.
‘Don’t give me the puppydog eyes, Maran, you know you are,’ Olivia soothed, back in her role as Queen once again. ‘Now. I will see you next month. You may keep my clothes to entertain yourself in the meantime.’ She shot Maran a naughty wink, and then turned and sauntered away, heels clicking on the floor, leaving the demon to his ‘banishment’ again…
THE END.
‘Same time next month?’ Maran ventured, releasing a tired sigh and clasping his formidable hands behind his head.
‘Naturally,’ Olivia returned airily, adding in a grumble, ‘I just have to find a way to get rid of these annoying paladins my son sends along to babysit me.’
‘So! I got some competition?’ Maran asked with a teasing smirk.
‘Very few men can compete with you,’ Olivia replied, taking care to make the comment sound as offhanded as possible even as her stomach fluttered. She began the arduous task of putting her gown back on. ‘It’s just annoying to keep finding excuses for the clothes you ruin and “disappear” before I leave this wretched place again.’
‘I’m worth it though, aren’t I?’ The demon quipped.
‘Don’t give me the puppydog eyes, Maran, you know you are,’ Olivia soothed, back in her role as Queen once again. ‘Now. I will see you next month. You may keep my clothes to entertain yourself in the meantime.’ She shot Maran a naughty wink, and then turned and sauntered away, heels clicking on the floor, leaving the demon to his ‘banishment’ again…
THE END.
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