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Elvira's Invitation update
🕑 Added 2025-07-16 13:00:07 +0000 UTC“Damn, Trigon,” Elvira whispered, amazed, finally seeing all of his manhood and his huge, hairy testes. “You’re in the wrong line of work. A man as blessed you are has an obligation to do porn. Do you know how rare a prick like yours is?”
Trigon just stared down at his humongous erection, surprised himself at how stiff he was despite being tied up. His hands, still bound behind his back, twitched through the motions of squeezing Elvita’s plump teats. He waited for her next move, growing confident that this sultry woman could not help but help herself to his offering.
Elvira softly touched the underside of his upthrust maleness.
“Ahhh,” Trigon groaned, feeling her slim fingers traveling up his cock. “You couldn’t believe your eyes, but your fingers tell the truth, don’t they?”
His hands tightened into fists. If he were groping Elvira as he wished to, he would’ve easily crushed her tits into nothing with the force he was putting into his squeeze.
“I’ll wait for the taste test. These are uncertain times. Some people don’t even believe that I’m a natural brunette.” Elvira took a deep breath, imagining his hands crushing her tits into nothingness. She had to fan herself a little. “I want to suck that dick, baby, but first I want to enjoy the view. Look at how it jerks against my hands. It’s so veiny. And that cockhead is bigger than anything! I don’t know how I’ll get it into my mouth!”
“Trigon will get it in,” he promised her, and could see his words met with Elvira’s blushing approval despite the implicit threat.
They both knew that one way or another, she’d be getting his thick cockhead into her mouth. This was one dick she just had to have in her throat.
Elvira tried to guess how much length he had. It was something like eleven inches. Hard to tell since he was so thick.
“What about you? Are you a natural, ah, red-skin?” Elvira asked, running her hands over his hairy chest, the dark hair flecked with white. She streaked her sharp nails down to his prick. Trigon groaned and shook at the little white lines her nails put in his reddened skin.
“The only color that matters is the white you’ll soon be covered in,” Trigon told her.
“Not too soon, I hope.” Elvira leaned in and exhaled across the throbbing end of his cock. It swelled in response; she reached out with the tip of her tongue and swished away some of the precum gleaming on his tip, like a maid shining away a tiny imperfect spot. “I don’t know how long they’re going to keep you locked up, but we’re going to suck and fuck for as much of it as we can.”
“Your tongue serves me well,” Trigon groaned, leaning back in his seat to let her do all she wanted with the formidable bulk of his masculinity. “I would let whole worlds go unconquered while I allow you your worship!”
“You need to learn to delegate, baby,” Elvira said between licks at his glans. Her nails lightly scraped over his balls as she spoke further. “You’d be surprised how much can get done while you have your cock in someone’s mouth. No one can tell you’re getting a hummer while you’re on a group chat. Unless you’re Skyping.”
“Hhhn… Trigon hates to Skype,” the demon panted, relaxing into gratification with every second of Elvira’s continuing ministrations.
Elvira parted her succulent lips, stretching them as far apart as she could until she was able to take Trigon’s enormous knob. “Uunnhhh,” she moaned, working her lips over the thick cockhead, until her mouth engulfed the swollen tip and allowed her to start working her way down the long, girthy shaft between her and Trigon’s bloated balls.
“Move your hair out of the way… let Trigon see,” he groaned and Elvira obediently did so, letting him watch how she was absorbing one girthy inch after another.
Trigon couldn’t believe she had so much of his cock in her mouth already. He pumped his hips up at her face; her free hand took a tight hold of his balls and felt them throbbing with the load he longed to release.
To help herself to more of his cock, Elvira got down on her knees and shoved Trigon’s legs open. She ducked her head down to his balls and laved her tongue over them.
“You’ve got plenty of cum for me, don’t you?” she purred, knowing the answer, practically drooling when she thought of all that cum being hosed into her. Covering her face, filling her open mouth, marking her permanently with sheer scalding excess. Trigon certainly wouldn’t have anyone else to give it to in the House of Secrets.
“You said you liked my tongue. How’s my mouth?” Elvira rasped, slurping almost all the way to his tender cockhead, then kissing back down to his balls. Her hand squeezed his cum-filled testes until even Trigon winced at the pain.
“Ahhh… legions of incompetents thwart Trigon’s rule!” Trigon gasped and clenched his teeth. “If only an ounce of them could give service as faithful as your whoring mouth!”
“Don’t you ever let your horns down? Tell me how you really feel. Doesn’t your prick ache to be down my throat, baby? Aren’t your balls burning with a hot load that belongs in my stomach? Come on and tell this bitch what she wants to hear. Think of me as some cheap whore you bought for the night… you don’t really want to spend all our time together talking about work, do you?”
Her piece said, Elvira started mouthing Trigon’s swollen prick again. She pushed her mouth downward, lower and lower, until she’d taken as much as she could without gagging. Her hand held on tight to his full balls. Her other hand still kept her hair out of the way so he could see that the ecstatic feelings flowing out of his groin could only be from how she was throating him—taking more and more of his cock all the time, even as it made her start to choke.
“You’re a real slut, aren’t you?” Trigon gasped in disbelief, and saw Elvira’s head bob as she nodded. “Eat it all, bitch! All of Trigon’s cock must know your slaving service!”
“Rrrrhhh!” Elvira growled, hearing his guttural voice finally talking to her as a devil should.
She devoured his prick, longing to be used as the slave Trigon had claimed her as. Her mouth moved voraciously up and down his demanding length of cock, demanding the cum his balls were so desperate to give her.
“Cock-loving whelp!” Trigon shouted, chains rattling as his whole body shook with the desire to despoil her even more thoroughly than Elvira was doing to herself. “Suck me off! Take every drop of cum from my manhood, bitch! Slut! Whore! Here it comes, you filthy tramp! You’ll receive all that Trigon wants to put in you!”
Trigon came so violent that he almost made Elvira lose his spurting prick. But Elvira wouldn’t let his fat cock get away. She locked her lips around its blasting girth and sucked hard, swallowing a river of delicious cum and refusing to let a single drop go no matter how much wanted to stream in her mouth.
Finally, Trigon stopped bucking. Elvira dropped to the floor, still gulping sweet cum, and she squeezed her hands together, remembering how his balls had quaked as he came down her throat.
“You IDIOT!” Zatanna’s voice. Elvira looked up to see, upside-down, Zatanna rushing down the stairs. “We go to all the trouble of depowering that ape and you filled him up with sex magic, you stupid--!”
“Yessss,” Trigon drawled, power swirling about him in coruscating colors. His chains undid themselves, allowing him to stand to his full height. His erection wasn’t diminished either, despite how prodigiously he’d put Elvira to use as a cum dumpster. “Trigon’s will cannot be defied! You were only allowed this meager victory so that now your foolish hopes might be crushed beneath my hooves! Now let the correction of your obscene defiance begin!”
With a gesture, sparkles of crimson force appeared around Zatanna’s throat. Her hands flew to her neck, trying to release the pressure gathering around her airway, but there was no overcoming Trigon’s might—not this time.
Zatanna’s face began to turn blue.
“Hey! Hold on a minute there, buster!” Elvira sprang up with a juicy jostle of her breasts, throwing an arm around Zatanna to support her as she began to reel. “Don’t you think you’re being a bit harsh? Zatanna’s a good egg, and plenty of fun once you get to know her!”
“Fun…” Trigon repeated, now eying Zatanna’s curvaceous form as the dregs of his last eruption fell from his standing erection.
