Elvira's Invitation 2 (Patreon)

“I can see you interpreted me asking to sleep here in a way that won’t be getting me much sleep,” Elvira commented, nervously licking her lips.

His cock was as stocky and as musclebound as the rest of him, but enormously lengthy. It seemed all but a third leg, only somewhat more slender and reaching only his hunched knees, not all the way to the floor.

“What’s the point in slumber dreamy?” Etrigan asked, his deep, husky voice sounding like it’d been roughly worked from the yellow stone his flesh resembled. “Let’s have a tryst that’s hot and creamy!”

Elvira sniffed disdainfully. “I’m not that kind of girl, Etty… you could at least buy me a drink first.”

Etrigan really was just too crude—it took all the fun out of being with an overhung brute. Now Frankenstein, he might have an enormous schwanzstucker, but he read, he listened to music, he even drank wine!

Now him, she should get an interview with Justice League Dark. He might not be a black member, but he did have—

“If it’s libation your plump lips seek / My balls hold enough to last a week!”

“Well, at least give me some foreplay. It’s not like I’d ever be able to take that monster without lubrication!”

Etrigan braced himself with an underhanded grip on the rim of the tub and leaned deep into its volume, like a child bobbing for apples at the very bottom of the vat. “Lube you want and lube you’ll have / lest my prick make of you two halves!”

Despite being an empty tub, covered in tepid water, Elvira suddenly felt very warm.

She lifted herself on her elbows, her knees drawn up and far apart. Her eyes went down expectantly to her hotly throbbing cunt, then she ran a finger through the little tuft of dark hair that was the only break in the paleness of her body besides the pinkness of her cunt.

“Do something that rhymes with thick,” she said in a hoarse whisper.

Etrigan lowered his huge head into the warm perfume of Elvira’s sex, sniffing at it to begin his satisfaction with the rut. Elvira moaned in surprise—Etrigan’s broad nose had just touched her tiny little asshole.

Then his tongue spooled out, long and warm, to lick wetly between her buttocks. The tip pressed at her puckered anus just enough to test how little it would resist.

The sharp stimulation was nothing like what Elvira had expected—it was like a lightning bolt had suddenly entered her instead of just the tip of a tongue. Momentarily she squirmed away unthinkingly, wanting freedom from the intensity of the sensation, but Etrigan wasn’t about to let her go with his appetite only whetted.

He leaned further into the bathtub and greedily lapped at her moistened pink vulva, sweeping Elvira with such pleasure that she stopped dead in her tracks. His tongue ran heatedly over the full length of her sex, ensuring no nerve went untouched. Not in the tightly closed pucker of her asshole or in the fluted pink folds of her labia. Especially not in the tiny bud over her mound.

His great tongue spread across her soft, passionately feeling vulva like it was slowly melting ice cream. The whipping mass of tastebuds relentlessly attacked between her widespread legs, stopping only to river its way deep into her tender depths, then leave her as she jerked rapturously to a penetration that should’ve been painful—his tongue easily big enough to equal the human cocks Elvira was more used to.

Her sensation-starved pussy loved the mix of size and tenderness; Etrigan was so avidly devouring her that his attentiveness grew painful. And she loved the pain too.

Elvira looked down in astonishment at the slithering tongue still producing more and more immense feelings in her. She lifted her hands, watched them tremble beyond control, then grabbed hold of Etrigan’s finned ears. Moaning hoarsely, she pulled her knees up even further, until they pressed against her tits. Etrigan she drew between her parted thighs.

His long slimy tongue ran into her slit like a red carpet, becoming both invitation and entry. She moaned, trembled, sex-crazed. Her cries poured from her lips like a broken dam. She pleaded with the demon to lick her faster, deeper, and wantonly writhed her ass to promise it as a reward beyond even the sweetness of her pussy.

Etrigan didn’t bother to listen, but continued his attack like a rabid beast, his ancient, hell-born lust seeing Elvira only as a hole… one he had to use while it was still his.

Elvira couldn’t tell how long this deleterious licking went on. Time disappeared in a haze of pleasure; her mind was blunted with a lust for nothing but more. Her eyes shut, unable to take the sight of who was feasting on her as well as the feeling of it.

A series of colored lights flew behind her eyelids, brighter and brighter all the time, until suddenly that maddening tongue was gone and the only color she saw was black. With a shock of disappointment, Elvira looked up and picked herself up on her elbows away, slowly dropping her legs.

“Hey, don’t leave the table yet!” she said in a shaking voice. “This is a four-course meal, Etsy! Keep going!”

She reached down with quivering hands and parted her saliva-wet folds, offering her pink core to the demon’s big tongue.

Etrigan lifted himself to his full height. “A lady so bitchy / belongs down on all fours / hands and knees post-haste / if you want my pitchfork through your doors!”

It was then that Elvira saw his prick, no longer blocked from view by the tub she was in. With Etrigan towering over her, it was clear to see his hardness emerging from its leathery sheath, wet and thick, the dripping end swaying in ever-growing redness. God! It was even more intimidating now that it had stiffened up!

What the demon wanted was obvious. And while usually Elvira would never concede that anyone else could want it as much as her, with a prick that big, his desire must be pretty oversized.

Elvira was momentarily taken aback by the notion of actually accepting such a massive penetration of her body, but at the same time, she was proud to say that her voluptuous body had fired Etrigan up so.

“Okay, Etsy, okay!” she shrilled in mindless delirium, her passionate body alive with the electric need between her legs. “Let’s do it! I want it done to me—hard!”

Lust utterly consumed her mind as she rolled over onto her belly, bringing herself onto all fours and aiming her splayed buttocks at the demon in abject submission. Her obscenely offered pussy was so hot and wet that it was practically molten.

Etrigan hesitated a moment, as if he were given pause by how readily Elvira was accepting such a literally damning proposition. But there was no duplicity in Elvira; she was clearly beyond all rational thought, looking back over her round, naked ass to her new lover.

She begged piteously: “Oh God, Etsy, get on top of me already! Do it! Mount me! Take me to heaven with that hellish cock!”

She reached down between her thighs and stroked her own cunt, lewdly goading Etrigan’s pride.

“C’mon, baby, don’t make me do it myself! Fuck me before I lose my mind! I’ll satisfy myself with my fingers if you don’t! Can’t that big, hard cock do a better job than my tiny little fingers…?”

The demon could not hold back a moment longer. Her pleading and the intoxicating scent of her wantonly aroused sex made his reaction all but instinctual.

“I’ll do the job, I’ll have my way / your tight cunt has had its day! / You asked for more than a human lover / now I’ll leave that womb aflutter!”

He quickly scaled the naked hills of her ass, his clawed hands grasping her waist with little care whether they nicked her alabaster skin. The glistening red manhood stretched further from its sheath, dripping copiously like it was already savoring the thought of blasting Elvira’s depths with the full force of Etrigan’s liquid passion.

A racing heartbeat later, Etrigan had laid his bulky erection against Elvira’s wetly heated cleft, like a carpenter preparing a hammer for the blow it was about to give. Elvira whimpered with lewd, impatient need. Her would-be lover grinned ghoulishly, though the throbbing of his endowment made it clear how he too yearned for their meeting.

“I’ll make a hole of this sweet slit / my demon cock you’ll have to fit!”

Trembling with desperation, Elvira reached back to help his erection on its way between her fatly rounded cheeks to her slot, before his shaft grew any longer. Like the bitch in heat that she resembled in her current stance, Elvira needed to sheath him in her hungry cunt.

His hefty point missed, though, sliding instead to her temptingly relaxed asshole.