Topic: Shattered Shards: Devilish Desires - by Von Krieger
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Shattered Shards
Devilish Desires
By Von Krieger
I moan softly as I lie in my bed, knowing that I still have several minutes before I need to get up. After all, my wake up call hasn't arrived yet, and I get one every morning. I simply lay back, snuggle up under the silk sheets, and enjoy some closeness with the two beings that I am closest to in the world.
Or worlds now; somehow there was some sort of a dimensional intersection, and a world of science and steel met with one of swords and sorcery and meshed together. Though the world is a much bigger place than it once was, that is not merely why I say worlds.
There are strange shapes hovering in the sky, orbiting the Fused Earth, some of them, many of them, contain life. They're like miniature worlds, and they're not too difficult to get to. Teleportation is easy if you have the money. Flight can be accomplished on the cheap, be it in an airplane or on a dragon.
The air goes up all the way. You can even visit the moon now, though you still need space suits and an air supply for that. Somehow it's been kept perfectly as it is. Somehow something prevents gravity from tearing these other places out of the sky and prevents them from crashing into one another.
It is a wondrous, beautiful world that we live in, even greater than the ones that existed before. I grew up on Aerth, exposed from an early age to all sorts of mystical creatures, enchanted objects, and lessons in sorcery. But upon the union of the worlds I quickly became enraptured by the wonders of technology.
"Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic." Said science fiction author Arthur C. Clarke. But I find technology to be all the more impressive.
A wizard sitting before his scrying pool can see and converse with another wizard as if he were standing there. You can sit at a computer and do the exact same thing. The primary difference is rather than utilizing a simple incantation and a use of magical energy, the computer user performs the task through the intertwining use of literally thousands of small, tiny inventions all building upon one another.
And he also has the benefit of encryption, word processing, and the ability to play Minesweeper. Plus you don't have avian familiars thinking it's a birdbath. Though I have heard tech support horror stories about chickens sitting on them because of their warmth.
You tend to get that sort of thing out here; in what was once the American South. Sadly you don't get much in the way of magic here. There are places in the Fused Earth that are still strongly of one particular nature. There are places were magic just doesn't work and makes nonhuman sentients and fantastic creatures instinctively nervous.
In the same way there are places that'll warp your cell phone into a crystal ball and give you pointy ears and a newfound adoration for trees before you can blink.
I'm not very fond of these places, but I like to think that my presence here helps things somewhat. In fact, I know it has. Merely by drawing breath in the Confederate Territories of America I'm helping to bring the joy and wonder of the new world right up to their slack jaws and belting them across the face with reality.
From what I've read about the American South in history books sticking your head in a hole and ignoring, declaring sinful, shooting, or shouting explicatives at anything you don't know, like or understand has always pretty much been the way of life here. So the fact that the place has a strange sort of magic of its own isn't surprising.
To the folks around here, the world pretty much ended ten years ago when the worlds became one. Their history books say that everything went kaboom in a nuclear holocaust, and it's only through luck, chance, and the power of prayer that the CTA was spared.
People don't leave the CTA lands, they think you go beyond them you hit irradiated wasteland. Any sort of evidence that there is something out of the ordinary around just gets overlooked. People are literally unable to see the supernatural. If a dragon flew over and set a building on fire, than sat on the inferno and preened itself, the next day the papers would talk about gas leaks and instinctively crop out the bits of the image with the dragon in it for use in the paper.
Ignorance here isn't all that willful. For most people it's essentially mandatory.
What's ended up here is a bit of a theocracy, which is something I've always found strange. You don't have acolytes of this particular deity able to heal the sick and injured, that can't make a symbol of their faith light up, they can't even conduct a proper exorcism.
Though magic doesn't really work here, with all the religious practice and prayer going on, you still have a build up of divine energies; they're just not being collected. You have a hot commodity like that just laying around, just getting shinier and sparklier as time goes on, left completely unguarded and well... you just know that eventually someone is going to take it, and that that someone usually isn't going to be all that nice or polite about it.
Which is exactly what drew me here; my family has always had close ties with the divine. Stems back many generations for when somebody did something real important for someone pretty high up in the food chain of Hell.
Well, not THE Hell. But it's been a long time, historically speaking, since there's been one of them. It's pretty much a franchise operation, the McDonald's of the afterlife. As with any operation, the bigger you get, the more employees you have, the harder it actually is to keep everything running nice and smooth without any corruption.
And with devils and demons in the mix, trust me; you get all sorts of corruption. This particular Hell is actually a rather nice one, as far as Hells go; one of the largest and still running smoothly, an innovator in the market; the whole layers thing, the three headed dog guarding the gates, all ours.
I rather take pride in my connections, they've served my family quite well; wealth, power, fame, anything of the sort for those who want it. Even those that don't find fortune going in their favor and find themselves well off for life; a good paying job, a loving family, a dog, and a picket fence, if that is what you want.
Though every so often you have an individual, like me, in whom the old family blood runs strong. We're born knowing about the history of the family, about our gifts, and we know that in our adulthood we'll be granted wishes, rewarded with things beyond our greatest and wildest desires.
I shift in bed again, snuggling close to my lover. I can feel her pressed up tightly against the dog, a knotted cock still crammed between her legs. She has more fun with the dog that with me, but I don't mind, just watching her is a wondrous treat in its own.
The cool silk feels heavenly against my breasts, even more so against my cocks. I feel them begin to awaken, surging and ready to start the day. I lick my lips, eager for what is soon to come.
There is the soft sound of tinkling bells, and it's time for my wake up call. I just love getting up in the afternoon, the whole evening and night ahead of me.
I realized long ago that things weren't quite what I expected them to be, and when they said wishes fulfilled beyond your wildest desires, boy did they ever mean it. But I wouldn't trade it for anything; I absolutely love my life, despite the strangeness, despite it not being exactly what I wanted.
But the family blood is indeed strong within me, and even though I didn't get exactly what I wished for, the bargain makes absolutely sure that I just adore the result; though I have learned not to wish for things aloud.
I lay in bed for a few minutes after my wake up call, basking in the feel of the new day, letting the other two occupants of the bed sleep undisturbed for a little while longer. But eventually I have to get up and head for the shower, the ranch has a few new employees that arrived last night and need to be shown the ropes.
But I'm getting ahead of myself; I really ought to start back at the beginning of the tale, the story of my arrival here in the CTA and of my wishes and the interesting results brought about by them.
-o-
It all began on the train ride in, an engine converted back to the old ways of coal and wood, rather than gasoline. Though I was rather fond of cars I most certainly wouldn't be missing the smog that they caused.
Personal transportation in the CTA was usually an electric cart, or a bicycle, or if you could afford the precious gasoline, a motorcycle. Unlike the rest of the world, the CTA hoarded the stuff as their processing plant was rather limited, and they needed food crops for human and animal consumption, not merely for Ethanol.
Truth be told, I actually rather enjoyed the train ride. It was a different way to travel, one that I had not experienced before, and the sights were quite lovely to see. By the sights, of course, I mean the individuals of a female persuasion upon the train, typically naked, pressed up against the side of my compartment or the wall of the bathroom stall.
It's a gift, the combination of a sort of animal magnetism, a handsome face, a good body, more than decent personal hygiene, as well as a hint of the devil's own luck. I never had problems finding women who were eager to perform various pleasurable acts of a carnal nature for my amusement.
I'm a traveler by nature, so all my relationships, save one, have been of a temporary, transient nature; though my traveling originally began due to the unwanted outcome of a temporary relationship involving a threat to my nether regions with an enchanted sword.
I look upon it as an unexpected gift. Though illegitimate, any children of my bloodline would enjoy the same gifts of luck and providence that I myself have taken good advantage of in my life. Mother and child will never want for food, shelter, or clothes. Though mother might be finding herself of strangely looser morals and slightly needful loins far more often that she would expect.
I've looked in upon past dalliances from time to time, even sampled their services. They're all good at what they do, and they have a genuine love for the act. It may not be glamorous, or what a young girl aspires to be when she grows up, but my girls always wind up making a very good living for themselves.
I felt myself drawn to the region, getting to take a look at how the Earth population had lived before the merge of the worlds would be somewhat interesting. But what really occupied my mind was the fact that later in the evening I would be granted a wish, essentially. Anything reasonable that was within the power of my patron, or one of her followers to grant.
Even with a pretty blonde between my legs, her lips and tongue busily giving adoration to my cock, my mind was more centered on thinking of what I would wish for, rather than the task at hand. Though the girl did something strange with her tongue that made me cry out and suddenly pay attention.
Her tongue seemed to have lengthened, growing longer, but thinner, and smoother. She suddenly had my attention. She began to pull away, sensing that something was strange and out of the ordinary, but a feminine, black nailed, red skinned hand shoved her back forward, and this seemed to end all resistance.
"Mmm... hello Celeste." I said without looking up at my visitor, "I wouldn't think that you could play your games with her, being so deep into this realm of ignorance, after all."
The demoness smiled and shrugged, sitting down opposite me. Some people talk about having guardian angels. Celeste, however, is essentially my guardian demon. She was my nanny when I was growing up, my tutor when I needed schooling, my instructor in lovemaking once I was old enough to start feeling desire, and in my adult years my travel agent, guide, researcher, casual sex partner, and performer of many other little tasks that aided me while on the road.
Her full black lips parted in a smile, revealing perfect white teeth and elongated canines. On that day she was the very image of professional loveliness; her long navy blue hair done up in a tight bun, a pair of elegant glasses upon her face, a tight business suit and short skirt, and a pair of black, opened toed high heels that allowed her toe claws to poke out without damage to her footwear. She'd even tied a bow around her cute, spade-tipped tail.
"If you weren't one of the blood, I wouldn't even be able to manifest here at all, let alone use my power to have a little fun with one of your playthings. Would you mind if I..." she grinned wickedly and motioned to the blonde.
I shook my head, "Not particularly. Just nothing too obvious, I think. Even with something in the air making people ignore the supernatural, I think that any drastic alterations will become quite apparent, at least to the one in possession of them."
Celeste nodded and slunk down in her seat, her tail slipping up beneath the girl's skirt, she was trying to hide her soft moans, but I could feel the small vibrations of when she vocalized the pleasure my demoness was giving her.
The demon paid her little attention; however, she simply took a pen from her coat pocket and began to write on a clipboard that somehow had appeared in her hand.
"Just a reminder with the fulfillment of wishes and desires, material goods will not be spontaneously created, and if you wish for anything specific, like the Caliph of Share's favorite scepter, that you will actually be receiving the very same scepter and the Caliph will notice that its been stolen." She began.
I nodded and rolled my eyes; she'd been schooling me in this for the past few months.
"Anything above a class six incantation is out of the question. Meaning any raising of the dead requires a corpse, the individual wishing to return to life..." she scowled at my eye rolling and skipped ahead, "Essentially if they died from old age, no dice. I can do it with just a piece of the corpse, but then I'll have to create a new body."
Celeste grinned and I felt the girl shudder, she pulled away again and this time I let her. She tugged up her skirt and peered down in confusion at the strange thing she found there. The demoness reached out and patted her on the head, "Be a good girl and stroke it." She purred.
The girl's eyes glazed over and she absentmindedly began to stroke the six inch length that had suddenly grown from where her clit used to be. Quite familiar with the way Celeste used some of my toys in the past I gently guided the girl's head back to my groin, where she obediently resumed sucking.
Celeste is a bit strange in her tastes. Though she will, grudgingly, partake in intercourse with pure humanoids and pure animals, she prefers her lovers to be a mix. Her typical curse was to grant one of my girls a male member of some sort of animal, and each time she pleasured it, the girl would gain a bestial feature.
It would stop about halfway between man and beast, and judging from the split that had already begun to form at the tip, Celeste had made the equipment match the tongue she'd given the girl earlier. A snake wouldn't be so bad here, opposed to fur, which doesn't translate well into something else, the scales she'd have in the future would likely be seen as some sort of skin condition.
"Emotional manipulation is plausible, but tends to have long term consequences. Overriding the natural emotions for more than a span of six months will essentially result in an addiction to the condition. And that's cumulative, no turning it off for a day and then turning it back on again."
I sighed and waved my hand, "Right, right, I know all this. Don't worry; I don't want a palatial estate, the love of the Queen of the Silver Arrow, the mighty sword Calamitas, or to bring old Uncle Gerald back from the grave. I hear he's rather happy with his room arrangement and has got settled in with his new job."
Which was getting some of the new arrivals to loosen up in the loins. You wouldn't believe how many 'vow of chastity' types show up down there. You can stick to holy vows all you like and still wind up in our neck of the woods just because you're an utter asshole.
Uncle Gerald tends to go for the power mongers that enjoyed terrorizing small children. He always did have a thing for women in uniform.
Celeste sighed and continued on. I ignored her, concentrating more on the enthusiastic ministrations that the sexy snake between my legs was performing on... well... the sexy snake between my legs.
The skilled caresses of Celeste's well-practiced tail and the sensitivity that my demoness always gave her playthings' new toys filled her with pleasure, and she eagerly wanted to share that pleasure with someone else.
"Also a note that you will get what you desire and..." Celeste continued to drone on.
I cried out with my fourth or fifth climax of the day, the soon to be snake eagerly gulping down what I had to offer as she herself erupted with climax for the first time from her maleness. Going by Celeste's usual modus operandi, her eyes would be the next thing to change.
"...what you get." Celeste finished, pulling her tail away from the girl and beginning to lick it clean.
"Do you have anything particular in mind? You'll be getting these every so often, one per season at the very least, if the power in the area is strong, you do well with your duties, I'm not particularly busy, and the Archduke is pleased with your progress, you might get them often as once or twice a week." Celeste said, sitting up in her seat, her tail against the girl's cheek, coaxing her that way.
I shook my head, "No, nothing in particular. I tend to be a rather spur of the moment guy." I said with a shrug, putting myself away and zipping up my pants.
Celeste nodded and smiled down at her new plaything, "I thought so. I just figured I'd ask, easier to set things up, after all."
"I'm going to go get some lunch. Will the two of you be fine in here, Celeste?" I asked, not knowing if my demoness could remain while I was several cars away.
She nodded and grinned, showing off those perfect fangs, "Oh yes. She's filled with enough of my power to keep me here for several hours at least, and the more fun we have, the longer I can stay."
She fixed her gaze on the girl's slit-pupiled eyes, "And we'll be having lots and lots of fun, won't we cutie? She purred, the girl merely nodding her reply before ducking beneath Celeste's skirt, beginning to stroke herself once more.
My guardian always puts on an excellent show, but I'd had my fill of carnal pleasures for the moment. My sexual hunger had been satisfied and it was now time to feed my physical hunger. I just love how they fry everything in the south.
-o-
Later that evening I had settled into my new apartment and properly broke it in with the realtor and her sister. I just adore twins; especially cute, busty ones with enough pudge on them to drop their self-esteem a few notches to make them blush when someone handsome and charming complimented them.
It was a rather nice, clear evening, I'd left the television on for background noise, most of the buildings were rather quiet, there were far more places for people to live than there were people to live in them. Families had moved out into the rural areas to help with food production, others hadn't believed what the new government was telling them, and headed off into the supposed nuclear wasteland, and others simply vanished, there one moment, gone the next.
They were building more housing in the farm towns, but here in the big city people for the most part were heading out. After all, it was advisable to be closest to where the food is.
Of course that meant that my company and I could be as loud as we wanted. Though sadly it had been a bit disappointing for me, I had wanted them to scream, to cry out in intense, incredible pleasure the likes of which they'd never felt before. I could only coax a mild shout from each of them.
I thought about the prospect for a moment and grinned, "Celeste," I said to the darkness, "I wish that I was hung like a herd of bucking broncos; Clydesdale broncos."
My demoness appeared in the chair by my bedside, clipboard in hand, a huge grin on her face, "You're sure?" she asked,
"Positive." I replied.
"You want the stamina to go with that?"
"Hell yes."
"The ability to just about go forever without losing erection?"
"Would I ever!"
"And do you want to grant the twins the same stamina?"
I nodded, "Might as well. No sense on being able to go all night if I don't have somebody that can match me."
Celeste nodded, making notes on her clipboard. "A rather simple incantation, though the material components are a bit out of the way. Do I have your permissions to roam around the city to gather what I need?"
I nodded once more, waving her away, "Do whatever you have to, and try to make it quick, hmm?"
She chuckled, "Of course, my charge, you can expect things to begin in a few minutes. I know I can acquire the first components by then."
The two girls in my bed didn't stir as Celeste opened the window, the shadows of night seeming to gather and pool at her back, forming into black feathered wings. The workings of magic are strange things; boundaries are different depending on location. A train is narrow and long, there are only few routes for the energies that she drew upon from me to take. Without them she would be immediately banished back to our Hell.
In a city it was different, like street gutters there are natural corridors of magical flow that allow such energies to swiftly move from one place to another without degradation. A city is solid, slow to change. A train is always in motion, always moving, the cars swaying ever so slightly. A train lacks permanence, emotional attachment.
While Celeste would be unable to venture into the caboose if I were in the engine, utilizing the conduits of energy that flowed through the city itself, she could appear nearly anywhere.
I would also have to make sure to allow Celeste a bit of fun in the near future. She tended to get a little bit unpleasant if she hadn't added animal parts onto a human anytime recently. The serpent girl on the train was only a warm up for her. I'd let her roam around the city for someone who deserved her special brand of creativity.
I began to feel a familiar stirring in my loins, my member slowly growing hard. I simply lay back and let it happen, holding the two sisters up against my body. I felt the familiar rush as my shaft grew erect, swelling to full arousal. But tonight I felt something more, an additional something pouring into my length other than the usual blood.
My member reached its typical stopping point, but rather than being fully erect, it still felt floppy, not yet reaching further erection. I carefully slipped my right arm off the girl and began to stroke myself, hoping to aid the process.
I could scarcely get my fingertips to meet around it. The sensation as I slowly slid my circled fingers up the length was heavenly. I closed my eyes and lay back, continuing to stroke my growing length,
I was no slouch before at eight inches, what I had now felt like half again, maybe twice that, and even greater thickness. Though there was something rather odd, the texture of the flesh seemed to change part way up the length, and there was a strange swelling in the middle. I ran my hand fully up the shaft and found my fingers against the back of the head.
It flared outwards, rather like a trumpet, not the familiar bell shape that I was used to. I opened my eyes and looked down at my cock, except that it wasn't exactly my cock anymore.
What hung between my legs was dappled pink and black, emerging from a fat sheath, rather than an extension of the skin. There seemed to be an additional envelope of skin at the base up to the ring in the middle, and then the flat, blunt, rounded head.
I had a horse cock between my legs.
Rather than find it strange, or abhorrent, I simply grinned, "Cool." I said aloud, moaning softly as I continued to play with the bestial shaft that projected from between my legs.
I've long since had time to think about what has happened to me, and I realize that I ought to have paid more attention, both to Celeste's warnings, and to the words that I use when I ask her to grant my desires. Some demons and devils will actually give you what you want. Celeste, however, I soon found out greatly enjoys playing games.
If I myself had to do it all over again, I wouldn't have changed a thing about any of my wishes. But if you had told the version of myself in the past what the outcome of the wishes would be, likely he wouldn't have made them. But I absolutely adore what I've become, and wouldn't give up any part of myself.
The horse cock leaked thick, plentiful precum as it grew fully hard, helping to aid the speed of my increasingly rapid stroking. It felt better than my human cock had, and there was more of it to feel good. It was incredible. With a cruel grin on my face, I rolled a bit, adjusting myself in the bed as I bent my cock backwards.
With a muted cry I climaxed for the first time from my equine organ, thick, plentiful ropes of seed gushing out and splattering onto the face and breasts of the girl to my left. Though I myself was not immune from the fallout; my own chest got quite sticky as well.
It awoke her from her gentle dose. She was confused at first, but then the effects of my wish hit her, Celeste's magic acting upon her, increasing her lust and her stamina. She licked her lips and began to scoop up my seed in her cupped hands, gulping it down.
She giggled and looked over at her sleeping sister on the other side of me. She crawled over me, moving atop her sister, my seed dripping from one down onto the other. Between their tanned bodies it looked rather like a fresh s'more, with hot seed replacing gooey marshmallow.
The girl brought her lips against her sister's own, her tongue slipping into her mouth, sharing the bounty of my cum with her twin. They'd kept rather hands off before, each content to pleasure herself while the other was with me; a typical side effect of libido altering spells.
My horse cock hadn't flagged a bit; it was still hard, aching, and eager to be plunged into a nice, wet pussy. While I had watched the two sisters making a cum-sandwich it had continued to grow. It had stopped in length, but the girth was tremendous. I don't think that I could ever have actually put it in someone without hurting them.
But the problem was alleviated a moment later as my cock began to divide. Like a cell reproducing, it divided in half, creating a perfectly identical second organ, complete with sheath and heavy balls. The weight of my two new balls atop my first cock felt great. I grinned and shoved the top girl down on top of her sister, position my twin shafts to take them at the same time.
The girls cried out as I stretched them wide, likely wider than either hand been taken before. Likely it hurt a bit, but their cries were pleasured ones, and they continued to press against each other. Lips meeting one another with hungry desire, hands seeking out breasts, rubbing slick seed over bare skin, bringing seed covered fingers up for both to lick clean. I'd have to thank Celeste later for helping to bring out the fun loving slut in these two.
They were so tight around me, so wonderfully tight and textured, their inner walls gripping my dual rods, trying to coax my seed into their greedy depths. I don't think I could have pulled away from them even if I had wanted to.
It was rather difficult to thrust into them, as the two were not in sync, each gripped me at a different time as I tried to pull back so I could thrust in again, slowing me down, but it felt so damned good I didn't care.
The sensations from my two cocks were almost too much, the love juices from the upper sister trickled down onto my lower shaft, making it slicker and easier to drive. But it also made it a sticky, sopping mess, slick juices covering all four of my thick equine balls. The sensation of having my upper sack slide across my lower shaft as I pounded into them also served to enhance my pleasure. This was easily the best sex I'd ever had.
Soon I found myself having a bit of difficulty; I couldn't seem to push back into the girl on top. Looking down I saw that the base of my upper cock had grown thick and fat. I watched in fascination as the black flesh seemed to flow like liquid, granting me yet another pair of horse shafts and two more sets of balls.
They were smaller than my other cocks, and I took them in my hands, stroking my new pricks rapidly as the first two continued to slam into the girls, no longer hindered by the additional mass.
Once more I felt the flesh within my grip grow, becoming longer, thicker, more and more heavy horse meat hanging between my legs. I now had four proud horse cocks between my legs, all erect, dripping, and needful.
Each time I thrusts my shafts into my girls, the sensation changed just a little bit, something rubbing at the bottom and top of my top and bottom shafts. I paid it little attention, enraptured in my own pleasure. The two had begun to moan loudly, and were clinging to each other even tighter than before.
There was a sudden surge, and I realized what I was feeling, the added touch of growing sacks on my shafts and soon the balls as well. The smooth skin, the balls thick and heavy, interesting weights on my cocks as I drove them into the twins again and again.
I've never been particularly fond of male genitals that were not my own, but strangely my mind seemed to make an exception in this case. The thought of what the two girls were doing, hidden from my sight, turned me on immensely. The thought of two sexy girls, huge horse shafts and balls between their legs, thick cum on their bellies and breasts, their new members rubbing against each other, growing slick with pre, glistening as they slid against well-lubed bodies.
I cried out and felt my foursome of cocks blossom with climax, the sensation turned my muscles to water and I fell forward onto my girls who finally gave me the delicious sounds of peaked pleasure that I had wanted to draw from them.
The bed suddenly became a mess as a virtual torrent of horse cum flowed from the three of us. It was most definitely unnatural they way that each long, massive, sustained, delicious burst of cum went from high powered intensity, to low drip, with a moment's reprieve and then another full powered blast.
It was like our balls were emptying, and then growing full again. So much seed and it felt so good, felt so very good to have it gush out, to feel the warmth on your skin, to feel it trickling over your body.
I'm not at all sure how long it lasted, but eventually the cum stopped flowing. I pulled myself from them, rolling the top one over and then flopping down between them, hugging their gooey, cum covered bodies against my own. I kissed each in turn, delighting in the taste of mingled seed. We were all out of breath, but our cocks were still hard and aching.
The twins pressed up against me, their shafts slipping between mine. Each of them took one of my cocks in each hand, pressing them together around their own, gently thrusting between them, making it so they ended up pressing against each other.
They began to lick the seed of my absolutely saturated body, but they seemed to be focusing more and more on my nipples, their soft lips and tongues feeling better and better with each passing second.
I closed my eyes and relaxed, letting them do all the work. Oh how I loved the sensation of cum-covered cockflesh against cum-covered cockflesh. I let myself drift off into a lustful doze, not quite awake, not quite asleep, merely awash with pleasure and letting my conscious mind rest while my instincts took over.
If I had been paying attention then, I would have noted an increased sensation from my nipples. I would have seen them darken to a shade of brown-black, and I most definitely would have seen them begin to elongate.
The twins neither noticed nor cared, they merely positioned their mouths to better take advantage of the new growths. Soon I had a pair of smallish dicknipples, well on their way to joining the rest of my horse cocks in size. Even as they grew, surpassing six inches in length, eight, twelve, the twins still managed to keep pleasuring them, instinctive skill granted to them through Celeste's magic.
In some portion of my mind I heard the faint sound of the window being shut and latched, and a chair pulled up alongside the bed. The soft movements of Celeste propping her feet on the bed as she watched the action, no doubt enjoying herself.
I continued to float adrift in a sea of lust as the skin around my nipples began to bunch up, forming sheaths and sacks for the two surging pricks that were now growing from there. The twins bobbed their heads up and down upon my nippledicks with gleeful and hungry abandon, continuing to caress our many shafts down below.
From there the rest of the night became a sweet, white hot blur of pleasure, of lustful desire, of rapid climax, and of oozing, spattering, high velocity horse cum. The sun had risen before we grew tired and I came back to myself.
The room was drenched in seed, the bed sopping wet and still sticky, as were the three of us in it, and my demoness beside it. Celeste had cast aside her working attire, allowing herself to appear as her proper succubus self. Her hair wild, her wings majestic, her hooves polished and gleaming, the white seed of eight horse cocks standing out on her apple-red skin.
I felt a deep, intense sexual satisfaction the likes of which I had never felt before. Usually I had to stop because my partner's body had failed long before I could fully work out my lust. But my cocks, all six of them, were still hard, ready to go at a moment's notice if I wished to continue, but I did not.
I smiled and snuggled up between the girls, my hands on their shafts, my index and middle fingers were crammed into the urethra, stoking them from the inside while my thumbs traced over the underside of the sensitive heads. They leaked thick precum, and even climaxed while I toyed with them.
I sighed happily once more and looked to Celeste, "Celeste, I wish I could wake up feeling like this every morning."
She laughed and smiled at me, crawling onto the seed-soaked bed, which squelched with her every move, giving me a tight, tender hug, "You have no idea how happy you've made me." She said softly, resting her head on my chest between the two cocks.
"I'm glad," I said with a grin, not quite getting her meaning. The male mind does not think well after mind-blowing sexy, and is even worse when it is desiring sleep.
"I think I'll add on a couple services to the wish, if that's okay with you." She purred, her perfectly smooth, hot body snuggled up against mine.
"Sure! Do whatever you think is best. You've never steered me wrong before." I said to my demoness, who giggled gleefully, almost drunkenly.
"I think I'll do it right after a nap." Celeste said softly.
A bit drunk on the ambient divine power in the area and able to bring me a second wish perhaps twelve hours after the first, Celeste deserved a nap. I kissed the top of her head and allowed myself to sleep, surrounded by three girls, after having spent most of the night giving them all pleasure; though in an emotional way with Celeste.
I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep; knowing that the wondrous sensation that filled me would still be there when I awoke.