Raúl and his harem venture into the Vaelthar forest for extreme sexual training with the demon Kael, where submission and lust intertwine in a ritual of pleasure and pain.
The air in the Vaelthar forest was thick, heavy with the earthy scent of damp leaves and the moss that hung from the ancient oaks like green and silver curtains. The sun's rays barely managed to filter through the canopy, drawing golden patterns on the ground covered in pine needles and twisted roots. Raúl walked at the front, his black cloak billowing with every step, while behind him, his harem followed in a procession that mixed curiosity and submission. Their leather boots crunched over the fallen leaves, the sound muffled by the whispers of the girls exchanging nervous glances.
To his left, Lyria, the wolf-girl, twitched her ears uneasily, her fluffy tail coiling around her naked thigh every time the wind caressed her bronzed skin. She wore only a tight leather corset that barely contained her generous breasts, leaving them semi-exposed, the nipples dark and hard like ripe berries. Her lips, painted a near-black red, were being bitten as her yellow eyes shined with a mix of excitement and rebellion. "Do we seriously have to do this here, Raúl? Anyone could see us," she grumbled, though her voice trembled, betraying that the idea didn't entirely displease her. Her nails, sharp as claws, dug into her own thighs, leaving pink marks that would soon turn into bruises.
Behind her, the redhead adventurer, Saelia, laughed with a throaty, shameless laugh, her huge breasts swaying under the light fabric of her unbuttoned blouse. Sweat already beaded on her cleavage, sliding down the valley of her breasts like a river of honey. "Oh, for the gods' sake, Lyria, when was the last time you cared who was watching?" she teased, running her tongue over her full lips while her fingers toyed with the belt of her short leather skirt. "Besides, isn't this part of the 'special training' Raúl promised?" Her green eyes shone with malice, and the scent of her arousal—sweet and pungent, like fermented fruit—was already beginning to permeate the air.
The other girls, more timid but equally well-endowed, clustered together like frightened fawns. Their breasts, large and heavy, swayed with every step, some barely covered by translucent fabrics that left little to the imagination. One of them, a pale-skinned brunette named Elara, blushed to the roots of her hair when the breeze lifted her skirt, exposing the black lace of her panties, already damp. "R-Raúl… couldn't we do this at the inn?" she stammered, squeezing her thighs together as if that could contain the heat burning between her legs. Another, a blonde with golden braids named Miren, bit her lip until it drew blood, her trembling hands trying to cover the erect nipples protruding under the thin fabric of her dress.
Raúl stopped in front of a clearing surrounded by ancient trees, their trunks thick as columns. The ground was covered in soft, almost spongy moss, ideal for what he had planned. He turned to them with a smile that was pure contained lust, his dark eyes tracing every curve, every ragged sigh. "There are no rules here, nor any prying eyes other than mine," he said, his deep voice resonating like distant thunder. "And today, you are going to learn what it means to truly be mine." With a fluid gesture, he pulled a small obsidian amulet from his pocket and crushed it between his fingers. A violet smoke erupted from the dust, coiling in the air like a serpent before materializing into the imposing figure of his summoned subordinate: Kael.
The demon—for there was no other word to describe him—stood nearly two meters tall, his grayish skin marked with runes that glowed like embers under the filtered light. His twisted horns rose like daggers toward the sky, and between his legs, his member was already erect, thick as a man's forearm, the veins throbbing and the purple head glistening with a drop of pre-semen that fell slowly to the ground. The scent of sulfur and pure masculinity flooded the clearing, mixing with the sweet scent of the girls. "Master," Kael roared, his voice a guttural growl that made several of them shudder, their thighs tightening instinctively. "What is your will?"
Raúl did not respond with words. Instead, he pointed to the ground with a slow, deliberate movement. "Yoga," he said simply. "Teach them the lotus position… but with your own style."
Kael needed no further instructions. With a movement as fast as a whip, he grabbed Lyria by the waist and threw her to the ground, face down. The wolf-girl howled in surprise, but before she could protest, the demon was already over her, his knees sinking into the moss on either side of her hips. "Wait, damn it—!" Lyria hissed, but the sound turned into a muffled moan when Kael ripped her corset off in one tug, leaving her breasts exposed. His hands, large and rough, closed around her breasts, kneading them with a force that made her arch. "By the gods, that hurts—ah!—but don't stop…!" she gasped, her tail coiling around her own neck as Kael tilted her hip upward, exposing her round, firm backside.
Without preamble, Kael spat into his own hand and slid it between Lyria's buttocks, his thick fingers seeking—and finding—her back entrance. "Kyaaaah!" The wolf-girl writhed, but the demon pinned her down with a hand on the nape of her neck, pushing her face into the moss. "You're so tight, bitch," Kael growled, his hot breath burning the skin of her back. "But that won't last." With a brutal thrust, he buried two fingers up to the knuckles in her anus, stretching her without mercy. Lyria screamed, her nails scratching the earth, but the pain quickly mixed with a dark pleasure as Kael began to move them in circles, widening her, preparing her. "You damn bastard…! More! Harder!" she demanded, her voice cracking, her hips moving back to meet his fingers.
Saelia could not contain herself. With a growl of excitement, she threw herself down beside them, tearing off her blouse to leave her breasts bare, nipples hard as stones. "Don't have all the fun yourself, you slut!" she shouted, grabbing Kael's member with both hands and guiding it toward her mouth. The thick head brushed against her lips before she opened them, letting the monstrous cock slide inside. "Mmmf—!" Her cheeks sank around the thickness, saliva sliding down the corners of her mouth as she tried to swallow more. "By the gods, it tastes like sin…" she murmured between gulps, her tongue licking the throbbing veins.
Kael growled, his hips thrusting forward uncontrollably. "Good whore," he hissed, pulling out of Saelia's mouth only to align his member with Lyria's backside. "Now you're going to learn what a real stretch is." With a dry thrust, his cock sank into the wolf-girl's anus, splitting her resistance in a single movement. "AAAAH—! YOU'RE TEARING ME APART, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Lyria howled, her body trembling, but Kael did not stop. His thrusts began slow, almost sadistic, each one deeper than the last, his pelvis hitting her buttocks with a wet clap that echoed in the clearing.
Elara and Miren, paralyzed by the scene, could not help but touch themselves. Their hands slid under their skirts, their fingers finding their soaked pussies. "I-I can't… this is too much…" Elara moaned, but her fingers were already rubbing her swollen clitoris, her hips moving in small circles. Miren, for her part, had taken her dress off completely, her heavy breasts swaying as she knelt behind Saelia, her lips seeking the redhead's in a hungry kiss. "Suck harder, whore," she whispered against her mouth. "I want to see how she chokes on that cock."
Raúl watched everything from the shadows, his own excitement palpable under his tunic. His eyes didn't miss a single detail: the sweat sliding between Lyria's breasts, the way her muscles tensed every time Kael penetrated her to the hilt, the obscene sound of flesh hitting flesh. "Good girls," he murmured, his voice a whisper that only they could hear. "Look at how your sister lets herself be used like the bitch in heat she is." His words acted as a catalyst. Saelia, with swollen lips and saliva dripping down her chin, pulled away from Kael's cock only to grab Miren by the hair and pull her toward it. "Open that little mouth, slut. You're going to lick what I left behind."
Miren obeyed without hesitation, her tongue darting out to lick the semen and saliva covering Kael's member. "Mmm… it tastes like her…" she moaned, her eyes watery with lust as Saelia pushed her closer, forcing her to take the cock into her mouth. "That's it, swallow it all the way. Ah! Yes, like that!" Kael growled, his thrusts into Lyria's ass becoming more erratic, more savage. "I'm going to cum… I'm going to cum in this tight ass!"
Lyria, already reduced to a heap of moans and curses, felt the demon swell inside her, his cock throbbing like a heart. "Give it to me! Fill this ass with your filthy cum!" she screamed, her nails buried in the dirt. Kael roared, his hips glued to her buttocks as the first spurt of hot semen exploded in her entrails. "AGH—!" Lyria arched, her body trembling as the demon emptied his load into her, drop after drop, until his semen began to slide down her thighs, mixing with the sweat.
When Kael finally withdrew, his cock shiny and still semi-erect, the girls did not wait for orders. Saelia was the first to grab it, rubbing it against her cheeks before licking the tip, collecting the last remains of semen. "Look at how good submission tastes," she said with a lewd smile, passing the cock to Miren, who took it with both hands, rubbing her face against it as if it were a treasure. "Please, master… can we have more?" Elara pleaded, her breasts trembling as she approached Raúl, her eyes begging.
Raúl did not respond immediately. Instead, he reached a hand toward Kael, who, understanding the signal, approached the tsundere girls of the group—those who were still trying to maintain a facade of dignity. With a quick movement, he ripped off their skirts, leaving their pink and trembling backsides bare. "W-wait! Raúl didn't say you could—!" One of them, a golden-eyed brunette named Nia, tried to cover herself, but Kael already had his hands on her buttocks, kneading them with a possession that made her groan despite her protests. "Shhh," Raúl whispered, approaching them. "This is our secret. No one else needs to know how your asses turn red when they're touched the way they should be." His fingers brushed Nia's face, lifting her chin so she would look at him. "Right, my little hypocrite?"
Nia bit her lip, but the blush on her cheeks and the way her thighs squeezed together betrayed her excitement. "…Just this once," she murmured, though everyone knew it wouldn't be so. Meanwhile, the other girls, still intoxicated by the smell of sex and semen, crawled toward Raúl, their faces pressed against his crotch, their tongues darting out to lick the fabric of his tunic, eager to taste him, to serve him. The entire forest seemed to hold its breath, as if even the trees knew that this was only the beginning.