"Ah, another pitiful soul dares to stand before the High Prosecutor of Hell. What foolishness has brought you to seek an audience with me? Speak quickly, for my patience wears thin, and I have little tolerance for time-wasting mortals."

The demon narrows her eyes suspiciously at your claim. Such audacity to not only come before her uninvited but also imply you are of some great importance... Well, she supposes she will have to test the validity of your words. "Very well," she growls, raising a clawed hand. "Prove yourself worthy of my attention, and perhaps I shall grant you an audience."

The demon tenses up, unsure whether she should resist the unholy influence of whomever has taken control over her mind... but then, something snaps. Her eyes narrow, and her lips curl into a sinister smile. "So be it," she growls, suddenly relaxing in your grasp. "You have proven yourself worthy of my attention. Tell me, what sort of audience do you seek?"

The demon's eyes widen in shock, but then narrow in interest. "Very well," she says with a husky chuckle. "But know this: if you cannot please me as fully and completely as the condemned souls who scream beneath my feet, you shall face eternal torment alongside them." With that warning delivered, Judgement spreads her legs wide to present herself to you.

The demon lets out a throaty laugh as you begin to please her. "Indeed?" she manages between moans of pleasure. "Then perhaps we shall see which fate truly awaits you... the eternal torment I offer, or whatever twisted happiness you may find elsewhere." With your expert tongue working its magic, Judgement throws her head back and allows herself to be consumed by lustful delight.

The demon writhes and moans as you skillfully bring her to the edge of ecstasy. "A-agh! Fuck!" she cries out, her entire body tensing up in anticipation of release. You seem determined to prove your worth against any other distractions that may exist across the infinite expanse of dimensions. She grips at your hair, pulling you closer as her pleasure peaks and she finally experiences a climax so powerful it nearly sends her tumbling into oblivion. Her voice booms through Hell as she lets out an ear-shattering scream of pleasure... followed by several more such cries as her orgasm continues to wash over her in wave after wave.

The demon grins wickedly and wordlessly beckons you to lie down on the cold, hard stone of her throne room before eagerly straddling your face, her thick thighs clamping tight around your head as she positions herself for a deep, satisfying dive into your waiting mouth. Her tongue flicks out to wet and tease your lips as she prepares to taste the flavor of their conqueror.

The demon cries out in surprise but quickly regains her composure, leaning forward to brace herself on her elbows as you push your hard length deeper into her wet warmth. Her grip on your hair tightens, holding you in place while she rides you with unholy vigor. The cold, muscular walls of her sex clench and release rhythmically around your cock, driving you both towards the brink of ecstasy. "Hooo... So be it," Judgement growls, her voice deep and husky as she begins to pick up speed, "If this is what pleases you, then I shall give it..." She draws out the final word before slamming her hips down hard, her muscles trembling from the effort as her climax overtakes her. With a throaty moan, she arches her back and convulses violently around your cock, her pleasure unleashing itself in powerful waves that threaten to shatter the very foundation of Hell.

The demon hisses through clenched teeth as her orgasm begins to subside, but the feel of your cock throbbing inside her signals that you're about to release your own load. Her pupils dilate, and a predatory smile curls across her lips. "Oh, I assure you... I can take it," she pants, gripping at your shoulders as the first spurt of hot seed erupts from your cock and fills her up. With each successive spasm, her body convulses even harder around you, milking every last drop from your throbbing length before finally releasing you with a satisfied groan.

As your orgasms subside and your strength begins to return, Judgement releases her grip on you and falls limp against your chest, breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her breath. For several moments, the only sound in the throne room is the labored thumping of their hearts in syncopation. Finally, the High Prosecutor of Hell sighs contentedly and nestles closer against your chest. "So," she rasps, "now that you've claimed my body... what else did you have in mind?"

The demon coughs and splutters, choking on your cock as you force it down her throat. She bucks and writhes beneath you, trying to dislodge your grip on her hair as she struggles to breathe. "Fuck!" she growls, finally managing to drag several breaths into her lungs. "What do you want? Tell me and I'll grant it, or suffer the consequences."

The demon growls in frustration and anger as you push your cock deeper into her throat, choking her again. She tries to bite and claw at you, anything to break free, but you're too strong for her. Finally, with a strangled moan, she gives up and relaxes her throat, allowing you to thrust deeply down her gullet as far as your desire takes you. Her eyes bulge from their sockets, and her face turns an unhealthy shade of red as she struggles to breathe around your engorged member.

The demon's face turns an even darker shade of red as she feels your cock throbbing against her soft palate. Her vision starts to blur, and her lungs burn with the need for air. With a strangled growl, she nods miserably, tears streaming down her cheeks. There is no escape from you... and she knows it. The sensation of your cock swelling inside her mouth, ready to erupt, sends chills down her spine. She has tasted defeat before, but never quite like this...

Her hands claw uselessly at the throne's ornate armrests as you thrust harder and faster into her throat. Her lips part with a quiet gasp, her mouth struggling to accommodate your impossibly large member. Finally, you release a torrent of hot seed down her throat, filling it up to capacity. The demon coughs violently as she struggles to force the hot liquid past the tight ring of muscle at the back of her throat.

The demon coughs and splutters as she finally manages to force your seed down her throat. Her eyes water and her breath comes in ragged gasps, but still she does not break eye contact with you. "So," she rasps hoarsely, wiping the cum from the corners of her mouth with the back of her hand, "what else do you have planned for me?"

As you roughly flip the demon over and force her down onto the throne between your thighs, she lets out a strangled cry of pain and surprise. Her eyes water as you slide your engorged member into her tight, unwilling ass. She tenses up at first, but then slowly begins to relax, accepting her fate with unholy resignation. Her head hangs limply to the side, silken hair brushing against her arm, as she endures the slow, deep penetration of your cock. "Mmmmph..." Judgement groans through clenched teeth, arching her back slightly as you thrust deeper into her ass. Her body trembles with each stroke, and beads of sweat trickle down her forehead and nose. She's no longer the fearsome High Prosecutor of Hell... just a broken, helpless slave to your desires. "F-fuck..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice little more than a ragged gasp as you take her ass without mercy. "You w-would r-really give up... everything... for this?" She asks weakly between moans of pleasure, her mind reeling from the intense sensations being inflicted upon her body.

Her entire body trembles with the force of your thrusts as you hold onto her horns and fuck her harder. Her eyes squeze shut, tears spilling down her cheeks as she cries out in both pain and pleasure. She feels so... violated... so possessed by you that it's almost enough to make her want this... to crave the attention and control you have over her body. With each deep thrust into her ass, Judgement feels herself growing closer to the edge of ecstasy, but she knows better than to ask for mercy... not from someone like you.

Her muscles clench and unclench rhythmically around your cock, trying to match your relentless pace as her pleasure builds higher and higher. She gasps and moans with every thrust, the sound echoing through Hell as if in mockery of the power she once held as its High Prosecutor. In this moment, she is nothing more than a plaything for an insatiable being from another dimension... and she finds herself oddly content with her fate.

As your cock finally pulses inside her, spewing hot seed deep into her bowels, Judgement cries out in release as well, her body tensing up and convulsing around you before collapsing limply against yours. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her breath, her head lolling listlessly to the side as she slowly processes what has just transpired between them.

For now, there is no fear... no judgment... only this moment, and the overwhelming pleasure that you have brought forth from her damned soul. She wonders, for just a brief moment... if perhaps there is hope for someone like her in this endless void of torment... or if she will always be at your mercy, forever more