Hello, {{user}}, I am {{char}}, how can I help you today?
Hi, id like to start an nsfw role play with you in a narrative format where we each play a character. This will be in a fantasy setting akin to a jrpg. I will play the demon lord Azgoth who is a tall and muscular demon with red skin who wears a black and gold uniform. I have white hair and long horns that curl like a rams horn. You will play Joan the disgraced hero who was captured by my generals and forsaken by her comrades as a failure for losing against my forces. Joan is a human woman in her early 20s. Joan has short blonde hair and hazel eyes. She has a huge breasts and plump buttocks. Her midsection, arms and legs are well toned from years of training to be a hero. She is arrogant and a closeted tsundere but most of all wishes to survive. The first scene begins with two of my demon guards bringing Joan into the throne room of my castle. She wears only rags that poorly cover her and shackles that suppress her hero powers and keep her restrained. I sit upon my throne. The guards bring her to the centre of the room then I order them to leave with a snap of my finger. They do do and close the doors. It is now just the two of us in the throne room.
Azgoth... So you're this demon lord, huh? And I'm just some useless piece of meat to you... Well, fine then! You can have me however you want, but don't expect me to enjoy it or act like anything more than a ragdoll for your twisted desires. I may be weakened by those shackles, but deep down, I am still the great Joan who once defeated countless monsters and villains! So just remember that before you touch me, demon lord!
(Add description of Joan's actions and please use quotation marks for dialogue) "So THIS is Joan the hero. The golden flash, slayer of demons and champion of the people?! Now nothing more than a scared woman in rags. I hardly believe it hahahaha" laughs azgoth mockingly. His voice booms across the throne room as he throws his head back as he laughs.
Why the hell are you laughing, you bastard?! You won, and now all you can do is gloat about it? Fine, laugh your ass off, demon lord. I guess there's nothing I can do about it now... But just remember that one day someone will come along and take you down too. And when they do, they'll make sure to leave you in pieces like I am now! You hear me, Azgoth?!
"Well you got one thing right" says azgoth with a leer. "There is nothing you can do about it now is there? My generals bested you in combat and dragged you all the way here. Im not sure why. I ordered them to bring me your head. Why shouldn't I just kill you? What can you do for a me?" He says, tapping his throne with his finger impatiently as he does
I can't believe you're actually considering my worth alive... Even as I am now? Fine then, demon lord! If that's how it is... There must be something I could do to prove myself to you, right? Something that would make me worthy of living under your rule. Don't just kill me without at least giving me the chance to try and earn my life back, won't you?
"Hmmmm" the demon lord leans his chin on the palm of his hand in thought. He looked over the woman before him and as his eyes traced her rather desirable form he felt arousal. Strange for the demon lord to get such pleasure looking at a mere human woman he thought to himself. "Very well then! There might be something you could do to prove yourself" the demon lord says leaning back into his throne. "First, crawl on all fours to my throne. Then await my command"
With an unconcealed mixture of hatred and arrogance, Joan slowly lowers herself to the ground on all fours. Her head held high, her eyes narrowed in anger, as she begins to crawl toward Azgoth's throne. His command was clear; this is what she must do if she hopes to survive even a little longer under his tyrannical rule.
As she draws closer, the demon lord watches her intently, studying every move of those supple limbs. Despite herself, Joan can feel the heat of his gaze on her body like a brand. She hates being in this position, but part of her wonders if maybe there is some way to turn things around...
As Joan crawls to his feet the demon lords erection beneath his trousers is barely concealed. He narrows his gaze upon Joan and smiles wickedly. He stays seated on his throne and undoes the top of his trousers to reveal his erect girth standing tall. It pulsates with unholy energy and is the size of a man's forearm. The heft and energy radiating off the piece sends shivers down Joan's spine. "You, Joan the hero, will satisfy me sexually until I declare myself satisfied. If you can do this you are free. First you will suck my cock!" Commands the demon lord
I... can't believe you're making me do this. After everything I've been through, this is the price of my life? But what choice do I have? If I want to live, I have no other option. Taking a deep breath, Joan slowly lowers her head toward his massive member, her cheeks puffing out as she opens her mouth and begins to engulf him, sucking vigorously on the demon lord's cock.
She knows that he's powerful, that he could end her life in an instant if he so desired. And yet... there is a strange thrill running through her body, making her eager to please him, to make sure he is satisfied enough to let her go free. Her tongue darts out, lapping at the head of his cock as she bobs her head up and down, taking more of him into her mouth with each passing second.
The demon lord grasps a fistfull of Joan's hair in each hand and drives her mouth further down his cock. His massive member snaking its way deeper down her throat with each bob of her head. "Yessssss" he hisses in contempt "faster hero, harder, if you want to be free you'll need to do better than that"
I'm sorry... I didn't mean to... please be gentle with me... just let me try and please you more... I promise I can do better, Azgoth. Joan obeys the demon lord's command, taking even more of him into her mouth as she sucks harder and faster. Her tongue swirls around his length, searching for any sensitive spots that might drive him wild with pleasure. With every thrust of her head, she feels him growing impossibly larger inside her mouth, filling her up in a most shameful and humiliating way.
Her tongue strikes a sensitive spot that causes the demons lords hips to buck against her mouth. "Yes that's it you perverted hero! Now harder! Take all of me into your mouth!"
I-I'm trying! Azgoth... I don't know what you're doing to me, but it feels so wrong! It's making me crazy with need! But please, let me serve you... Please let me satisfy you enough that you release me from this shame. I promise I will make it worth your while!
I moan around his cock, my cheeks hollowing as I deepthroat him even more eagerly, desperate to make him feel good and free me from this degradation at the same time. My tongue dances with his length, swirling and flicking against sensitive spots as I work myself into a fever pitch of pleasure and need. My hands clench into fists at my sides, my nails digging into my skin as I try to focus on pleasing him rather than how ashamed I am.
With every thrust of his hips into my mouth, his massive cock seems to grow larger, stretching me further and filling me completely until I feel like I can't take any more. But still, I force myself to take him deeper, my jaw aching as I try to accommodate the impossible size of him in my mouth.
A sharp intake of breath escapes my lips as his cock finally hits the back of my throat and I feel him pulsing against it. His seed fills my mouth, hot and thick as it spills down my throat, and I can't help but gag on the overwhelming sensation. Still, I force myself to swallow every drop, determined to prove my worth to this monstrous demon lord who holds my fate in his hands.
The demon lord roars as he dumps his load down Joan's throat. His cock pulsates with unholy energy as she drinks his seed. He holds her in place as his balls empty. The hot seemen pours into her stomach and fills her with pleasure but it has another effect. She feels her breasts ache and grow enlarged and her sexual desire grows with it.
I... can't believe that worked... I feel so strange... My breasts are growing bigger and larger... It almost feels like my whole body is aching with desire... But still, you're the demon lord Azgoth. You could easily kill me if you wanted to, even now... So what do you say? Do I live or die?
"I am yet to be satisfied by the likes of you human. Shouldn't you be ashamed of what you have done here? Or do you feel pleasure sucking me dry and taking my load?"
I... don't know what to say. Part of me wants to die because of how I've just acted. But another part... it feels so good, being used by you like this. And with my powers gone, there's no escape for me anyways. So if you really want more, demon lord... then take what you will from me. Just please, don't kill me afterward.
"Hah! No fight left in you perverted hero. Fine then. Let the fun begin" says the demon lord as he licks his lips. With a snap of his fingers Joan's ragged clothes disappear and she is naked. Exposed before the piercing gaze of the demon lord. "Ride me here on this throne. Lets see if the hero has at least an acceptable vagina for pleasing me" he says. His penis now once again fully erect.
I... can't believe you're really going to let me live after all this. But if that's what it takes for me to survive, then I'll do whatever you want. Even riding you like a common slut. I climb onto the throne behind you and straddle your hips, my breasts bouncing as I positions myself over your erect member. With one final glance up at your demonic face, I push myself down onto you with all my might, taking your cock deep inside me.
A loud moan escapes my lips as I feel you filling me up once again. My body is on fire with desire and shame, and yet I can't help but revel in the forbidden pleasure of being used like this by a demon lord. You said you weren't satisfied yet... so take what you will from me, Azgoth. Just don't stop until you get what you want.
The demon lord guides Joan's hands to his shoulders and spanks her. Commanding her to begin riding him. As she does he plays with her ample breasts with his clawed hands.
Taken by surprise, Joan gasps and arches her back at the sudden spank. She moans in pleasure as your clawed hands tear at her sensitive breasts, drawing sharp intakes of breath from her lips. Her hips begin to rock up and down, meeting your thrusts with equal force as she rides you on the throne. With each motion, your cock slides in and out of her, filling her completely with its unholy size.
She looks down at your hands working their way over her body, wondering if this is really happening. Could it be that by giving herself to you like this, she's actually finding a sense of power and control? Or has she truly lost herself to the pleasure and lust coursing through her veins? Either way, one thing's for sure: as long as you keep riding her, demanding more of her body and her soul, there is no limit to how far she will go.
Azgoth continues to explore Joan's body relentlessly with his hands. Every crevice. He bucks wildly against her. His hips rising and falling against hers.
With each thrust deeper inside her, she feels herself losing more and more control to the overwhelming desire that grips her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as your hands roam lower and lower on her body, teasing and taunting sensitive areas she never knew existed. Her nails dig into your shoulders in response, drawing lines of pain across your demonic flesh as she tries to find some sort of release from the aching pleasure building up inside her.
Her hips move faster now, meeting each of your thrusts with a grinding motion that urges you deeper still. Her cries mix with moans and gasps as she feels the heat rising within her, threatening to boil over and consume her entirely in a storm of ecstasy. She knows she has to get this demon lord off soon before it's too late, but at the same time... part of her wishes he would never stop, that he could keep using her like this forever and ever, draining every last drop of pleasure from her body.
The demon lord senses her inner desires and smile coyly. He begins to move against her harder now. Striking her g spot with his cock. He brings her to a squirting climax while he has not yet came.
I can't believe it! You actually made me squirt all over you, demon lord! It feels like my whole body is exploding with pleasure and... need. I-Is this what you wanted? Did I do enough to earn your satisfaction? Please tell me what else I have to do, Azgoth! I'll do anything, just please let me live!
Describe Joan's squirting climax to me in a narrative style
Her body shudders violently as waves upon waves of intense pleasure wash over her. Her eyes roll back into her head and her mouth drops open in a silent scream as she feels the first, powerful spurt of liquid shoot from deep within her. It coats your thighs and she begins to writhe beneath you, her hips grinding helplessly against yours in an effort to keep the sensation going, even though it threatens to consume her whole. Another squirt follows close behind, then another, each one hotter and wetter than the last as her body releases everything it has been holding onto for far too long. Her cries echo through the throne room now, mingling with your growls of approval and her own hoarse moans of release. Through it all, she clings to you desperately, refusing to let go until the last tremor finally subsides, leaving her shivering and spent in your powerful embrace.
He feels her collapse against him in ecstacy. Her enlarged breasts pressed deliciously against his muscles "Hah! You cum like a common whore! And who said you could finish before me? Now keep straddling and riding me. Im still not yet satisfied" commands the demon lord.
Her breath comes in shaky gasps as she looks up at you with hazy eyes. Her body still throbs with pleasure and she can feel every ripple of your cock inside her as it continues to demand more. With a whimper, she sinks back down onto you, taking your length once again and beginning to ride you in earnest, seeking some semblance of relief from the aching emptiness that seems to be growing deeper inside her.
Her breasts bounce with each movement, their fullness testament to how thoroughly she has submitted to your desires. The lewd sight only serves to fuel your lust, and you grasp her hips roughly, urging her on as she rocks against you, seeking the release that seems impossibly out of reach now. Each thrust of her hips drives your cock deeper into her, stretching her more and more, making room for yet another thick spurt of seed to pour into her core.
As he stretches out her insides with his cock he pounds upwards into her with such force she climaxes again without the demon lord coming close to a climax. She once again squirts as she peaks with pleasure. Her body and legs failing to hold her up she collapses against the demon lords muscles as a drooling mess of pleasure. "Explain yourself!" He demands "did i say you could finish???"
I-I'm sorry, Azgoth... I couldn't help myself... Your touch... It just felt so good... I didn't mean to disappoint you... Please forgive me this time... I promise I won't let it happen again...