I Was Called A Demon

“You don’t want me to just shove it in without any lube, right?” Han Rushu shrugged, leaning back against the smithy’s wall, sweat already starting to run down her skin from the heat of the forge, “So, get to it.”

Su Gong exhaled, trying to gather her courage, and slowly sank down to her knees in front of the blacksmith. They hadn’t been in here long, and yet Rushu already had a thick stench of sweat, her cock-musk filling up the room and drowning Su Gong’s senses.

Even without getting closer, she could practically taste the potent, salty flavour on her tongue. While a part of her was disgusted by it, by the overly strong flavour and overwhelming stench… but the rest of her surrendered to it in an instant, all those pesky thoughts vanishing from her head one by one, popping like bubbles to leave only emptiness in their wake.

An emptiness that the blacksmith’s musky scent filled without hesitation, leaving her pussy leaking, her cock straining against the flat metal cage, her breaths growing heavier by the second as she felt herself get consumed by desire.

Rushu’s musk steamed around her groin, growing more intense by the minute, to the extent that Su Gong couldn’t even smell her own sweat, as though she was nothing compared to the cock before her.

And… in the moment, she really wasn’t.

“Get started, slut.”

Rushu’s command made her body quiver, the harshness of her tone only registering as a pure positive in her mind, like her owner giving her a sorely needed command.

She leaned in and wrapped her lips around the tip, sucking on it without a thought in her musk-drowned mind, drooling so much that spit began to drip past her lips at a steady pace. It ran down her chin, dripping onto the floor as she slowly went deeper, bobbing up and down on the length as she took more and more into her mouth, and then into her throat.

With how strong the taste had been before she so much as licked the shaft, it burned her tongue now that it was in her mouth, all that sweat coating her tastebuds, searing its potent, salty taste into her mind for all eternity.

If not for Rushu’s scent intensifying so much as she got close to the base, her thick forest of pubes already drenched in sweat and stinking so much that it made her gag, even when the cock in her throat failed to pull that off. Still, it was a good kind of ‘bad’ smell, harsh and ripe, but it felt so incredible to inhale, made her shudder from the pleasure of it.

And when she was able to bury her nose in those wiry hairs, that musk grew more potent still, practically feeling the stench fucking her mind, drowning her in the purest, undiluted lust.

It was why she felt so disappointed when Rushu suddenly yanked her back, forcing her off her cock, making her throat feel so empty and disappointed. She left the blacksmith’s shaft drenched in her spit, several strands of saliva connecting her tongue to the length.

“Alright, alright, you wanted to relieve your need, not spit-shine my cock like that,” Rushu chuckled, getting away from the wall and gesturing for Su Gong to take her place against it, “Hands on the wall, ass out. Either that, or I take you on the floor, up to you.”

“Hah… I-I’ll get up…” she struggled to her feet, her legs unsteady after kneeling for who knows how long.

Rushu didn’t wait for her to arrange herself perfectly, and the instant she got close, the blacksmith just pushed her forward and slid her dick in between Su Gong’s ass cheeks, slowly thrusting back and forth.

“Now… If you want me to do this properly, I will have to get a little rough. You don’t mind, right?”

“N-No, I… please, just… fuck me.”

Since Su Gong had no chance of seeing her face, Han Rushu didn’t even attempt to hide the grin on her face, the sheer hunger in her eyes. Had she looked back, she would’ve seen a completely different side of the blacksmith’s face, perhaps leading her to question her choices… so, to ensure that she’d have no chance of doing so, Rushu pushed on the back of her head, forcing her against the wall while she pulled her hips back and aligned her tip against Su Gong’s entrance.

She didn’t know if Su Gong had used her ass before, nor did she particularly care. With her ass feeling so good already, she couldn’t wait to feel her insides… and so, she merely rammed her cock inside with all her strength, forcing the cock-head in with one go. Her girth spread Su Gong’s asshole out, stretching that tight ring to accommodate her, and brought quite the adorable yelp out of her.

“Ahn~! M-Master-”

“You sound so adorable saying that! That better be the only word coming out of your mouth for the rest of the day, okay?” Rushu grinned as she put a hand on Su Gong’s neck, squeezing ever so slightly as she slowly pushed in deeper.

“Master…” she was caught off-guard by the request, but before she could say anything else, the blacksmith had rammed her cock in deeper, a couple more inches slipping into her guts, and all semblance of coherency and words escaped her.

Han Rushu couldn’t decide whether the label of ‘Master’ – interpreted in a far less innocent way than Su Gong could’ve possibly intended – or those gasps, moans and mewls were sweeter to the ears. It already felt like her legs were going weak, Su Gong only remaining standing thanks to being pushed against the wall.

And all that was while Han Rushu had barely begun. She licked her lips, baring her teeth in a predatory grin, and then pulled out to the head, only to slam in even harder, working her way inside.

The blacksmith was all too glad to let loose, the slick spit coating the length helping her to push her way inside, making the process smoother than it could’ve been, and before long she was nearly down to the base, shaping Su Gong’s insides to her liking, around her thick cock.

With each thrust, she ensured that her guts would forever remember her shape, and her motions only became more intense by the moment, faster and harder, leaking precum into her ass, lubing her up further.

She had no care for Su Gong’s feelings on the matter, but her thrusts inevitably hit her prostate, feeling how it was almost inflated, her pent-up lust and seed leaving it such an easy target for Rushu’s hard cock to hit again and again. It made the girl cry out in pleasure, any semblance of the pain from being pounded being completely overshadowed by the rush of excitement.

“Ah~, Master, p-please-”

“What did I say, disciple?”

“M-Master…” Su Gong struggled to find ways to express herself with words, even as her body did it for her.

Her asshole tightened up unconsciously, her pussy leaking so much that plenty of her arousal was dripping onto the floor, and even her caged cock was starting to show signs of pleasure. Precum was leaking out of the cage, a white, glistening strand running down from the cage.

Tears welled up in Su Gong’s eyes, slowly running down her cheeks as she moaned and gasped, the sensations overwhelming her, drowning her poor, unprepared mind as she was firmly claimed.

Even if she didn’t know it yet, her body was forcefully reshaped to Rushu’s needs, her insides being made to commit the blacksmith’s huge dick to memory. Although she wasn’t quite there yet, in time her body would learn that it was made only for taking cock, for Han Rushu’s pleasure, taking on her shape and slowly adapting to the insertion.

In time, she would be unable to remember what it was even like to not have cock on the mind, to not need to be filled and fucked… and Han Rushu was more than glad to be the one to push her through this change, to help Su Gong forget all reason and accept her true purpose.

As for Su Gong herself, it was hard to tell whether there was any semblance of reason still left in her head. Her tongue was out, drooling, her expression contorted by overwhelming pleasure, her eyes rolling up into the back of her head as she practically howled like some bitch in heat.

It was getting to the point that her cock was leaking almost as much as her pussy, all that pre seeping past the cage.

Rushu hadn’t expected too much from the first day, but… she had a feeling that she’d be able to bring the slut to orgasm before too long – and that just made the blacksmith even harder, her cock seeming to grow even larger inside of her.

To truly seal the deal, to make her unable to forget this day, an orgasm while caged and getting brutally fucked, stretched out by Rushu’s dick would do the job. It would sear the experience into her mind, and if she ever got free of the cage… perhaps she’d be lost as to what to do with it. Perhaps she’d find touching it less pleasant than a cock in her ass…

And if one time wasn’t enough, Rushu would go as many times as she needed.

She put a hand on Su Gong’s breast, groping it roughly, squeezing and twisting the nipple while her other hand went to the slut’s face, hooking two fingers into her open mouth. As though entirely by instinct, Su Gong began to suck on the intruding digits, running her tongue around them… and to reward her for knowing her place, Han Rushu pulled back and then slammed in all the way to the hilt, leaving her ass cheeks wobbling from the impact.

Abandoning all restraint, she just pushed on towards the edge, slamming in hard enough to ensure that her shape would forever be imprinted into Su Gong’s insides.

She had no intention to slow down even as she came, her balls clenching up, cum rushing down the length and shooting straight into her guts. Each rope was thick and hot, leaving a mark upon her insides, coating her inner walls with a thick white.

Rushu tried not to pay attention to the way her ass clenched down around the plug filling it, nor the fact that the insertion almost felt as good as penetrating Su Gong did… she had hoped that some time with someone other than Bianca would help fix her, but one time did not seem to be enough. At least she could think of an easy solution.

To do it again and again, until her body was able to forget Bianca.

_If_ she could.

As her orgasm finished, she left Su Gong filled to the brim, her belly inflated from the seed, a little seeping past the seal formed by her dick, but the majority being trapped within.

Su Gong herself, meanwhile, came with her caged cock, joining the copious strands of feminine arousal already running down her legs, forming quite the puddle on the floor. Her seed was rather clear, only a little whiter and thicker than her precum had been, making the blacksmith chuckle as she caught her breath.

“Phew… ready for round two, _disciple_?” Rushu addressed her with a slightly mocking tone, knowing full well that she would barely be able to pick up on it.

Indeed, Su Gong just remained there, only standing thanks to the blacksmith’s dick and hands keeping her standing.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

She pulled back, inhaling deeply as she resumed her thrusts, ramming her cock straight into the thick volume of steaming jizz, feeling all that fluid sloshing about, making for a rather unique experience. It certainly couldn’t compare to the typical tightness of an inexperienced ass, or a virgin pussy, but… she was more than willing to enjoy it for as long as she could.

Besides, she could already picture inflating Su Gong’s belly further, making her swell up like she was pregnant, perhaps drowning her insides in so much cum that it would make its way up to her mouth, spilling past her lips…

The thought alone was enough to reinvigorate her, her stamina returning quickly, letting her thrusts pick up pace, her balls already feeling as though they were filling up to the brim, just churning with seed, ready to pour out as much as she needed. Each time she thrust in, her sack slapped against Su Gong’s cunt, their intense heat and weight heralding the copious amounts of seed that they could unleash.

At first, perhaps, her so-called disciple wasn’t able to appreciate the sensation, but slowly her mind returned from the prior orgasmic stupor, and got to feel it all with perfect clarity.

“Ah~, M-Master, I-I feel so-”

“So full? Don’t you worry, I’ve got a lot more cum in my balls, I won’t stop until your belly swells up like you’re about to give birth, understand?”

If she did, no proper reply came, as Su Gong herself came, her asshole clenching down around Rushu’s shaft as she thrust inside, crushing the slut’s prostate, making her cunt and cock leak in turn. After blowing one load, the fluids seeping out the flat chastity cage were even clearer than before, to the point that one could confuse it for her feminine arousal.

Of course, while getting railed from behind, a thick cock ramming into her guts, all that jizz sloshing about within her, Su Gong paid no attention to it, even as Han Rushu almost started to focus on it.

She loved the thought of ruining her disciple permanently, to the point that even removing the cage would make no difference. Of crushing her dick until it shrank into a useless nub, draining any semblance of virility from those balls, ensuring that the only thing associated with pleasure in her mind was being used.

With such delicious fantasies as that, how could she hold back? Slamming her cock down to the base, Rushu blew her second load, her seed rushing into the already copious amounts that remained inside Su Gong’s ass. Plenty had leaked out as she had been fucking her, of course, but more than enough remained to leave the slut’s belly bulging, and she only added more to it, causing her to swell up further, bloating her belly to a ludicrous extent.

For a moment, Rushu remained hilted in her ass, letting her balls empty, just waiting for a certain something… and then, she got _exactly_ what she wanted.

Suddenly, Su Gong gagged, her hand rising to her neck by instinct as she suddenly coughed up cum, pearly white escaping her lips and filling her mouth. It was unbelievably hot to the blacksmith, to the point that her cock jumped again, another spurt of jizz flowing into Su Gong’s butt.

“Ah, this is so delicious… You like the taste, don’t you?”

She didn’t really care if she did or not. If Su Gong didn’t, then Rushu would drown her in cum time and time again until her body could not accept any taste but her own… or at least that of cum in general. Knowing Bianca, she would probably end up ramming her dick down Su Gong’s throat in a month at most, and her other holes wouldn’t be safe for long either.

So, she had limited time to really mark the slut as her own.

It felt like a rather good start, if she was to say so herself. Since she filled her up from ass to mouth, she stained her insides, marking them as her own, and ensured that the taste of her seed would linger on her breath for quite a while… though she couldn’t help but be tempted to take it even further.

Letting Su Gong go, the slut dropped to the ground, her legs too weak to possibly keep her standing, cum rushing out her ass, quickly pooling up by her feet. If she had a butt plug at hand, she might’ve tried to stem the tide, but the only one in reach was her own. Still, it didn’t matter – no matter how much cum she wasted, Han Rushu could always fill her up with even more, like she would right now.

“Open wide, I’ve got a treat for my favourite cock-slut,” forcing Su Gong’s head back, she stood over her and pushed her cock into her open mouth, slamming down to the hilt in one go, her balls slapping against her face, covering her eyes.

All that sweat and grime smeared onto her skin, her greasy pubes clinging to her pretty face. She’d already been sweaty before they started, and fucking Su Gong as hard as she had been helped her work up even more, leaving her balls so musky and potent that they steamed up the air around them, filling the whole smithy with a stench so thick that it alone could bring an average woman to her knees.

With her nose blocked completely by Rushu’s sack, Su Gong had no choice but to inhale it, drowning in it, even as the blacksmith grabbed hold of her throat and began to fuck her again.