Born of Ashes... Choose Moros

Choose Moros

"I choose... Moros," John said, his voice a strangled whisper. He felt a surge of angry desperation rise within him, a bitter urge to take out his rage upon someone, anyone. And Moros, the cruel, sadistic demon, seemed a fitting target for his fury.

Moros grinned, a wicked, triumphant smile spreading across his face. "An excellent choice," he growled, his eyes glinting with malevolent glee. He roughly hauled Sarah up, dragging her towards the door of the cell. "Come, let us retire to your chambers, dear hero. The night is young, and we have... much to discuss."

He dragged Sarah out of the cell and up a winding staircase, her obscured form stumbling and falling against the cold stone steps. John could hear her muffled cries, the desperate, panicked sounds that spoke of her fear and revulsion at the fate that awaited her. Moros out her in a cell as he goes to play with her husband.

He bring John to his bedroom. Moros shoved John into the opulent bed chamber, the door slamming shut behind them with a resounding boom. John stumbled, catching himself on the edge of the grand four-poster bed that dominated the room. The bed was a grotesque thing, the headboard carved with leering demonic faces, their tongues lolling obscenely.

Moros advanced on him, a cruel smile playing across his lips. "I must say, I'm surprised at your choice," he taunted, his hand trailing down to the laces of his breeches. "Not that your wife isn't a delectable little morsel, but I thought a man like you would have more...anger in him. More fight."

He tugged at the laces, his breeches falling open to reveal his massive, demonic cock. It was a monstrous thing, thick and veined, the head an angry purple that pulsed with each heartbeat. John felt a surge of revulsion, his gorge rising at the sight.

Moros stepped closer, his hand wrapping around John's throat, squeezing just hard enough to make breathing a chore. "Go on then, hero," he hissed, his foul breath washing over John's face. "Take it. Taste your new master's cock. Show me the depths of your devotion."

John thought he'll be doing the fucking but he isn't. John hesitated, his stomach churning with disgust as Moros forced his massive, demonic cock past his lips. The taste was foul, the thick, musky scent of the demon's arousal clinging to the back of John's throat. He gagged, struggling not to retch as Moros thrust deeper, his cock head pushing against the back of John's mouth.

"Oh, don't fight it," Moros growled, his claws digging into John's hair as he forced him to take more of his length. "You belong to us now, hero. This is your purpose, your destiny. To serve our every twisted whim."

He held John in place, his cock lodged deep in his throat, as he reached down with his other hand. He produced a small, glittering device, a magical sex toy designed to bring pleasure to the user at the expense of the victim.

"Here, let me help you," Moros sneered, pressing the device against John's chin. It began to vibrate, pulsing with a wicked, insistent rhythm. John felt a surge of unwanted pleasure, his treacherous body responding to the toy's magics despite his revulsion.

As Moros fucked his face, using him like a mere toy for his twisted gratification, he leaned in close, his lips brushing against John's ear. "Listen well, dear hero," he hissed. "My dear sister speaks of ruling the world as a monarchy, a clumsy, outdated notion. But I say, let us rule by might, by the strength in our claws and the fire in our blood."

He punctuated his words with a sharp thrust, his cock slamming against the back of John's throat. "We are demons, creatures of chaos and destruction. Let us show the world the true face of power, the glory of an age where the strong reign supreme and the weak are but playthings for our amusement."

John struggled, choking and sputtering around the thick length of Moros' cock. But even as he did, he knew the terrible truth of the demon's words. In agreeing to aid them, he had set the world on a path of darkness and ruin, a future where the likes of Moros and Kayla would hold dominion, their cruel whims the only law.

Moros...