You were dark power manifest, you were night and sin given physical form, you were a being of pure primordial evil clad in corruptive glory. You had been attacked, four brave souls sought to slay you, to put an end to your foul existence. One by one you had struck them down, laid them low, their strength stripped, and their minds claimed.

The first was your favorite, she was a tall busty woman, with short and lustrous hair that shined like blue metal. She was at your side, completely naked, her impressive bust hanging and swinging as she crawled beside you. A leather, spiked collar around her dainty neck, her pupils dilating out of pure love for you, azure eyes filled with euphoric devotion.

She is your dog, following your stride obediently like a well trained bitch, her hips swaying as she crawled behind you. Her flat but toned ass jutting out and her legs spread, pussy lips continuously moist and willing just waiting for when you wanted an emergency fuck.

You traverse the breadth of your abode, a great and terrible monument to your nefarious authority. Your destination were the dungeons where you’d meet your pet’s pack of fellow bitches.

“Master, master, please pet me.” She leaps at you, arms around your waist as her eyes pleaded for your touch. She was humping you, rubbing her clit up and down your leg, starved for attention.

You grin, normally you’d beat her for her disobedience, but how can you? This creature loved you with all her heart. You should praise her.

“My dear beautiful Kronii.” You rub your palm on top of her scalp, she purrs like a cat as you massaged her temple, then outright orgasmed as your finger flicked her sensitive ears. You can see her pussy lips staining the floor with vaginal fluid. She was in heat.

You smile, you were going to help her with that . Ouro Kronii, the only one who had earned to right to be called by name.

You reach the lower depths of your lair, the dungeons, it was here you kept the others. Your loyal followers open the iron gated doors, allowing you to enter the oppressive darkness of this prison.

They were gathered there, in their filth, reacting to your grand entrance with mixed reactions. All three of them were as naked as Kronii, collared and forced to walk on all fours; however, unlike Kronii who was well groomed and taken care of, her former friends were caked in dirt and excrement, bruised and battered into submission

The green haired maiden with the nice titties named Fauna, stood at attention, on her hind legs and trembling in fear. She raises her “paws” in supplication, eyes narrowed in obedient terror

“Uuuuuuuu” she whines out in greeting, her housetraining complete, ready to be released as another pet for you to play with, a friend for dear Kronii to play with.

The brunette called Mumei was less cognizant of you, acting more like the pure animal. Her bust was less impressive but was firm and of a nice shape. You made some mistakes with her, breaking her mind TOO effectively. She was absent minded and inattentive. You might release her too out of pity, at least in this state she was pliable to your demands

The last was the problem child, Gawr Gura, huddling in the corner of the room, her blue eyes narrow in hatred. She hissed and was curled up in a ball, like an abused cat. Her short, white-blue hair turned grey and her petite and lithe body marred with purple bruising.

No matter what you did to her she would not submit, even now as a snarling beast she refused to bend.

“Kronii, bring her to me,” Kronii wags her tailbone at your command, running towards Gura.

The woman child cries in her distinctive high-pitched voice, weak and exhausted from her experience she had no chance in resisting your loyal hound.

Kronii drags her back out of her corner and towards to you, mounting over her and using her heavier weight to pin her on the floor, the larger bitch pressing down on the crying shark girl, giving you full view of their pussies.

You smirk, lowering down your undergarments. Your hands grab the hips of your favorite pet, lifting her lower side up, it’s swaying movements mesmerizing you, her toned ass and cute asshole enticing you to enter.

Your scepter of darkness arises from its slumber, ready to spread it’s taint.

Your sword of chaos enters the yawning pink hole, sliding in perfectly, a receptacle perfectly designed to receive your glory.

Kronii gasps at the feeling of your pleasurable entrance, her body twitching and shaking as you begin pumping into her, a good and dependable servant needed a good and appropriate reward.

She pants like a dog, her hands pinching the nipples of her constrained prey, young Gura screaming as she feels your wet cum gushing out of Kronii’s saturated pussy and dripping down on top of her butt crack,

You are impressed, even when being gifted with your life fluid and having her body be wracked by the dark pleasure, she maintained enough composure to keep Gura in line.

She groans in satisfied orgasmic release as you take your meat stick out.

You then grab Gura’s hips, her turn on the chopping block, Kronii assists you, moving her ass out of the way, arms around Gura’s waist, pushing her down as the shark girl tried to futilely protest your incoming assault, tears streaming down her terrified eyes.

Your wetted dick enters violently in Gura’s much more tighter snatch, her pink palisade easily battered down by your black ram, speckles of blood on top of your shaft.

You pump, hard and viscously. Gura’s high pitched screams echoing in the room as you desecrate her holy temple. Transforming her from a once arrogant and haughty brat into a woman.

Fauna looked at the violation with tears in her eyes, her oshi humiliated in this horrific display of sexual violence, and yet even in the midst of this digesting act her errant fingers find themselves inside her green bushy pussy, the sick bitch shlicked, imagining herself in Gura’s place, disgusted at how much she coveted such degrading treatment

Mumei looked on at curiositity, her cheeks flushed red as she stared captivatingly as Gura’s pain wracked facial expression. A dark and terrible part of her mind, taking a secret joy in the suffering of her senpai, maybe wishing to be like Kronii in serving as an accomplice in this crime against goodness.

Kronii was a great help, rubbing Gura’s hardened nipples, rubbing her clit up and down Gura’s back, restricting much of the girls movements in order to enhance your experience. She was such a good girl.

Oh yes, she was your favorite, your greatest work and joy. You pondered as your dick strokes in and out of Gura’s weeping cunny, maybe you should raise up Kronii as something higher, maybe a concubine, or even a wife. Someone as delightfully devilish as her would be wasted as a mere sex pet.