I was definitely not being denied anymore.

The next few hours, or however long it really was, was a blur of intense sensations and forced orgasms. The giantess sisters’ expert touches and alluring voices dragged load after load from my spent cock, and I could do nothing but lie in my bonds and pant and sweat and shiver. Rav and Vere were insatiable, every load of cum drunk with ravenous hunger, and each taste made them even hungrier despite my ejaculations offering them less and less. I still came more than any normal human would, even after these many consecutive orgasms, but compared to what I could put out after several days of demonic “training” it was nothing to be proud of.

                The plug in my ass still relentlessly stimulated my prostate, and every jolt made my leg twitch and my mind flash, every sensation seemingly being dragged from every corner of my body out my cock to the waiting demonesses, who dominated me with the forceful demeanour of someone who was born into that role.

                And never did they stop working me. I came, and I came, and I came, and never they ceased, using hands, mouths and gigantic boobs to wring out the last drops in my balls, their touches electric to my body, making me spasm and cry and sweat.

                It was, hesitant as I might be to admit it in any other situation, a blessing when Krissa appeared, a poorly hidden scowl on her face. Naked as always – my mind noticing her sublime curves even though I currently had no desire for anything of any sexual natures – she entered the room standing a respectful distance away with her hands on her hips, wearing naught but a black pair of panties so skimpy they were almost invisible. And her displeasure was as plain on her face as the redness of my manhood.

                “Excuse me, mother!” she called, keeping her voice level but loud enough as to carry over the gluttonous moans of the giantesses.

                Vere was currently pumping my shaft with wild abandon, forcing me through another climax and keeping me writhing and moaning, even though I was too fatigued to do anything, but Rav acknowledged the arrival of the matriarch of the current generation of demons.

                “Yes Krissa?” she said sweetly, her flushed face stained with the bounty of a dozen of my orgasms.

                “You were supposed to have returned him to me an hour ago.”

                “Oh my, is it that late?” she said, almost convincing the senior demoness that she was ignorant of the fact. Her sister was not relenting after I finished climaxing, stroking my raw cock with the same pistoning movements of a milking-machine, dragging me to yet another orgasm I could do without, while her other hand expertly massaged my constricted balls. My pleading eyes found Krissa’s, and while there were no sympathy in them for what I was going through, there seemed to be something akin to… empathy, perhaps?

                “Well then, sister, we had better give our little toy back.”

                Vere seemed to ignore the others, still giving me the fastest, hardest handjob ever, the hypersensitivity of my poor cock making me shudder and jolt all over. The plug still zapping my prostate didn’t help either, quite the contrary it made everything even more intense.

                “One more.” She said flatly, never once slowing down. I had felt some relief when Rav said they’d have to “return” me to Krissa, but that relief was short-lived since Rav’s sister just was not about to stop.

                Wrenching another orgasm from me, my pitifully spent cock hardly offering up any of the precious liquid the demonesses fed off, I slumped in my bonds with a series of loud, long exhales as all stimulation on me was finally stopped and the prostate-stimulator was removed. As soon as the cock-ring was taken off as well, my manhood shrivelled up as if trying to hide. The gag came off last, but my mind was swimming too much for me to form coherent words.

                Krissa really wanted to tell the eldest demonesses off for not keeping their part of the deal, which had shot the rest of Krissa’s planned activities for the day, but she held her tongue, knowing that without the sisters’ support she might very well be replaced as leader. Instead she let her icy stare do all the talking as she walked over to undo my bindings.

                “Come now, Krissa, do not be upset with us.” The giantess positioned herself behind the silver-haired demoness, grabbing her shoulders affectionately as her enormous breasts pressed against the back of her head. “We have not had any fresh semen in a very long time, and well, it is easy to lose track of time. If nothing else you know just from this that we fully support your choice.”

                They did not have to explain to me that Krissa’s “choice” in this matter was me.

                “But his output isn’t quite satisfactory yet.” Vere shot in even as she wolfed down the remains of my last orgasm.

                “Well of course not!” Krissa snapped as she removed the last of the straps holding me down. “And if I can’t train him, it won’t be either.”

                She took my hand and marched us out of the room, and I followed like the zombie I felt like. Behind us, the giantesses stood looking after us, smiling knowingly.
 
***
 
                I was given water – lots of water – and allowed to sleep. Krissa had not gotten through everything she had planned for this day, but Mother’s blatant ignoring of the schedule had ruined the evening’s playtime, and she did not need me to tell her how tired I was and that I needed rest.

                I did not notice as I had already fallen asleep, but Krissa was spooning possessively with me, her head on my shoulder and one arm and leg slung over my prone form. It took no small amount of self-control for her not to feast on my cock as she had wanted to – seeing as how she had hardly been alone with me the whole day, having had to share with Lina and the elder demons – but she reminded herself that I would need my strength. The final test was not far off, and she knew that if I was to have any chance of making it out alive, she now needed to find the perfect balance between letting me rest, and “training” me to the fullest.
 
***
 
                I felt instantly better when I woke, and despite yesterday’s trials, I felt extremely horny. In fact, my cock was already thick and hard, throbbing with desire. And this was no common morning wood, I could immediately tell. Had it been “common”, all I’d have to do was either take care of it myself, or ignore it ‘till it went away. But now I felt like – no, I knew that I had to let someone else “take care” of it.

                And looking next to me where Krissa was sleeping soundly on her side pressed up against me, I now saw her in a whole new light.

                Her pale but perfectly smooth skin, like the finest marble, was warm and soft, almost silken, and the curves of her impossibly sensuous body – the hourglass shape, the wide hips, the shapely thighs and ass, the big and perfectly shaped breasts, the full, black lips…

                I didn’t need to even consider whether or not my newfound morning glory was a result of my having been trained by the demonesses for a long time. Of course it was. I even wondered if my manhood had swelled – just a bit – in size, as if changing with my newfound libido. And next to me, the responsible one slept so sweetly. So, in a rare moment of daring, I decided to let her take responsibility.

                Shifting so that I sat on my knees in front of the sleeping demon, I grabbed my shaft and playfully slid the tip all over her face.

                “Good morning Krissa.” I said, trying for a wicked smile, when her red eyes fluttered open. “I have brought breakfast in bed for you.” I waggled my cock in front of her face – and to my subconscious relief, it made her grin. The last comment felt a bit out of character for me to say because it sounded so ridiculous, but, when in Rome.

                Without a word she seized the shaft with one hand and the cockhead with her mouth, sucking it hard as the other hand found my ballsack and kneaded it deftly. She started off contently suckling the hard tip whilst her hands did what they did best on the rest of me, and she had be groaning with pleasure before long. One of my hands gently grabbed a fistful of her silver tresses, and the other found and immediately set to work fondling one of her breasts, feeling her hard nipple scrape my palm.

                “You seem awfully eager for once.” Krissa said between sucks, then added “I love it.” She then began deep throating me, effortlessly sliding my full length into her mouth and held it there, her lips kissing my base and her tongue lapping on my balls.

                “I guess whatever it is you are doing to me is working.” I responded, and I noted that there was no sarcasm in my tone. Did that mean that despite all I had been subjected to – hard bondage, relentless milking, agonizing edging, toys shoved up my ass, teasing, orgasms more intense than I thought possible, being restrained – I was starting to enjoy what I was “turning in to”; a perpetually horny sexual deviant?

                “Just wait until you are lord.” She laughed softly when she dragged her head off my cock, coating it in thick and warm saliva. “You will be the definite envy of humans and demons alike.”

                She then set about fucking her own face with my hard cock, going all the way down before coming back up, increasing in speed and making me groan anew.

                While she throated me – my hips thrusting forward at her downstrokes – I moved my hand from the demoness’ supple breast, slid it down her slim belly and then snaked them into her scant thong where my fingers immediately were greeted with heat and feminine moisture. I began rubbing her very receptive clit, and the lustful look she shot me whilst balls deep on me was nearly enough to make me pop already.

                So I massaged her over-eager womanhood whilst she bobbed up and down on my cock, filling her bedchamber with wet sounds. Moving my fingers a bit further down, I used my palm to rub at her swollen clit, and inserted two fingers into her very wet, tight hole, finger-banging her whilst she expertly worked her oral skills on me.

                Before long, she had me cumming. She locked her lips around the base of my shaft as her hand tugged playfully on my balls, and I shot my seed straight down her throat while my hand upped the speed on the demon’s pussy, and in a few seconds I had her orgasming as well, and the added vibrations on my cock from Krissa’s groans – my cock still firmly in her throat – made me shudder with delight.

                Fuck that felt awesome, I thought as Krissa slid off my manhood, strings of thick saliva bridging my cockhead and her full, black lips. My had was drenched with her orgasmic fluids, and in a moment where I didn’t quite understand what was going through my head, I brought the hand to my face and licked up Krissa’s sweet sap. I had noticed days ago that I was no longer satisfied just from one orgasm, but now was the first moment when I actually thought that I really wanted to be strapped down and milked hard for a few hours.

                For a few hours. Was I going mad?

                No matter – and the ease with which I dismissed my concerns was also lost on me – there was no machines up and ready for use, though I knew Krissa probably had dozens in her many trunks and shelves in her room. But I did not need a machine, after all here I had a gorgeous woman with a nice, for once submissively happy expression, the fresh cum making her demonic mind soar. I wondered, since she was so eager for me to become the lord of the demonesses, whilst she had explicitly explained that even after I became lord she would be one of few who could still tie me up and use me as she pleased, I pondered whether or not she would actually let me take her.

                Only one way to find out, I thought, and in another moment of uncharacteristic daring I flipped Krissa over, positioned myself behind her, grabbed her waist and pulled her ass towards me, making her stand on her hands and knees. Without asking – and hoping I would not be punished for it – I literally ripped off her thin panties, then lined my still-throbbing manhood up with her tight, begging hole, and slid it inside, being rewarded with a sensual gasp.

                Holding onto her wide hips, I started fucking Krissa from behind. This position was my favourite one – at least back when I was a mere human – not only for the aesthetical pleasure of the front-row look of the woman’s ass, but also because it made me feel in charge, making me feel like I was dominating my partner. Naturally the latter was because of my baser male instincts, but I still very much got off on it.

                Krissa did not at all being fucked like the animal she was. But she was thoroughly surprised at my sudden assertiveness this morning. And she loved it. Not only had she woken up with a hard cock right in her face, ready to be drained, but now she was also on all fours, being pummelled hard like a whore.

                He is finally starting to really want what we offer, she thought pleased, biting her lip and closing her eyes as her chosen man sped up even more, slamming his thighs against her backside, his erect manhood thrusting and pleasing every inch inside her, and his manly hands holding onto her hips as if to say “you are mine”.

                Finding that that added another layer to her arousal, she began thrusting back at the cock, determined to make them both orgasm quickly whilst banging each other.

                I gritted my teeth and swallowed, clearly noticing that when Krissa started sliding back to meet my forward thrusts, her pussy seemed to tighten as well, making her inside feel like a vacuum when I pulled back. Even with all my training I did not last long, but the demonesses I knew would argue that stamina was not important at all as long as they were fed.

                Krissa, as usual feeling as well as I did how close I was to orgasm, felt herself race for the finish line as well. My manhood was always rubbing at her g-spot, which drove her crazy with pleasure, feeling it build up from deep within her, then erupting like an orgasmic volcano mere seconds before I was pushed over the edge, spraying my thick semen deep inside of her.

                We stayed connected for a few moments, sweat coating our naked bodies, still awash in the sweet afterglow of orgasm, and both of us felt with wonder my hard cock twitching deep inside the demoness.

                “Oh yes.” Krissa groaned, flushed and satisfied from tip to toe, allowing her upper body to slide down so that just her shapely ass was in the air, still pressing against me. “I could not have chosen a better man.”

                She giggled softly, and as though a switch had been flipped inside me, the events of the last evening in my normal life back home came rushing at me.