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Elvira's Invitation update
🕑 Added 2025-06-20 00:00:04 +0000 UTCDark Justice… or whatever they called themselves, Elvira hadn’t really kept track… had scored a major victory. Trigon the intergalactic warlord was their prisoner after a skin-of-the-teeth defeat. He was chained up now in the House of Mystery’s dungeon; there wasn’t a handspan of his flesh that wasn’t bridged by mystically inscribed chains.
He wore only a loincloth, consisting mostly of a mammoth codpiece in the shape of a skull. Boots, bracers, and a flaring cape merged with the bone white of the skull and his bright silver hair. His skin was pure red and he was easily ten feet tall, his massive musculature leaving no chance of mistaking him for lanky. Four eyes flashed a heated yellow and antlers like those of a stag shot up from just above his pointed ears.
He was the complete demon, with no traces of trickster whimsy or seductive Mephistopheles. Just a monster, overpowering and overwhelming, the sight of him as fiendishly powerful as the beast himself had to be.
Elvira had heard he was Raven’s father. She’d also heard that her mother was a nun now or something. Which surprised Elvira, because if this guy had bred her, she’d probably still be coming. God, how big would that cock be if it was at all proportional with the rest of his body?
As usual, Elvira was prevailed upon as a houseguest to watch Trigon and alert the others if he tried to escape, since everyone else had some important work to do in the wake of his defeat. Elvira didn’t mind. She just wished Trigon didn’t have to be so cooped up. It made her feel like a bad hostess, having a gentleman caller so uncomfortable. And she was technically subletting, at that!
“Can I get you anything?” she asked Trigon, trying hard not to think of what that hard, gargantuan body could do to her, given half a chance. “Milk? Magazine? Maybe a book on tape. Hey, do you like old B-movies? I’m a lot of fun to watch movies with. Not many people know this, but there are a lot of problems with the new Star Wars movies, and I can tell you about all of them.”
“I will be released. The souls of the innocents will be flayed. Blood will rain from the sky.”
Elvira laughed softly and touched him lightly on the knee. “I’m not big into politics. But I hear you’re a girl dad! What’s that like? Did you have to learn how to braid her hair?”
“My daughter will die with her fool friends if she dares defy me!”
“Wow. Strict disciplinarian. I can understand that. So many kids get away with everything these days. Hey, would you like to go on my podcast? I’m having a tradcath guy on and I think there’d be real fireworks with you two.”
“I do not worship anything. I am my own god.”
“Yeah, that’s no problem, I’ve had influencers on before.”
Elvira moved a little closer to him, hunching forward to better examine his bonds. The front of her dress was loosely tied. Her full breasts pressing into the fabric was enough to loosen it even more.
“You’re comfy, right? Don’t need your nose scratched or anything? Have a charley horse? Need a wee?”
“I need only to destroy the weak!”
Elvira sat down beside him on the couch where he was tied. “Tell me: how much time does running an interdimensional empire leave for you? I know you had a daughter, but let’s face it—they’re not the Teen Titans anymore, they’re the Twentysomething Titans, if that. When was the last time you just got to be hor—” She glanced up at his antlers and coughed. “Ahem. Turned on?”
Trigon’s face might’ve reddened if it weren’t already red. “My harems are legion! My victory orgies are legendary! My lust for conquest is only rivaled by my desire for female flesh!”
Elvira bit the fingernail on her pinky. “You don’t say. So, tell me about these legions of harem girls. Anyone special? Maybe someone waiting for you to kneel down and make her Mrs. Trigon?”
“No female can withstand my passion alone!”
Elvira placed her hand on his shoulder; her knee pressed into his knee. “So… you’re single.”
Trigon’s white monobrow furrowed. “You court me? Pitiful worm—you would scream in terror ‘fore I had finished undressing you!”
“Confident, aren’t you?” Elvira glanced down at his codpiece. “Hope you have reason to be.”
“I am lord of all evil!”
“I mean… are you? Isn’t that Darkseid guy literally named the dark side? What’s a Trigon, anyway? You’d think that’d mean three of something, but you have four eyes. You should be named Quad—qui—Qui-Gon? Wait, is that why you’re named Trigon? Did George Lucas beat you to the punch?”
“Darkseid is a false idol, a fool who cannot even control his wayward son! And have you lain eyes on his generals? Glorious Godfrey, Granny Goodness, Virman Vundabar?”
Elvira laughed flirtatiously. “I love the way you talk, Trigon. You’re not a little jealous that Darkseid has a bunch of sons and you just have a girl, are you?”
“Boys are easier to raise than girls! Darkseid could not handle raising a daughter!”
“You’re so formal. You’d just have no self-awareness at all if you weren’t tied up. I bet you’d even be referring to yourself in the third person if you were free.”
Trigon looked away with all four eyes.
“Oh, come on, enjoy the show.” Elvira pressed her hands against the front of her dress. “I know it’s not much fun here in the dungeon—they wouldn’t even let me put in a minibar—but maybe I could do a little something to relax you. It doesn’t have to be so bad being tied up. A lot of guys want to be. How do you think I got anyone to watch those Jurassic World movies with me?” She reached out and put her hand on top of Trigon’s bound fists. “Wow, you really have big hands.”
“I could crush your skull between a mere two fingers!”
“Yeah, and I bet you could even fit all of this into your palm.” She pressed a big breast against his side. “Have I told you red’s my favorite color?”
Trigon stared down at where her breast pancaked against his bicep. “If you were in my harem, girl, I would devote eons to using each of your holes to its fullest.”
“Mm! Would you blindfold me too?” Elvira asked excitedly. “Maybe make me say thank you every time you brought me to orgasm?”
“I would… I would…” Trigon stammered. “Yes!”
“And you’d whip me too, right? Every time I had the audacity to climax without your permission?”
“Absolutely!”
Elvira sucked in breath. “What would you use on me? A horse whip? Riding crop? Maybe a cat o’ nine tails?”
“Uhh, I would… I…”
Elvira put a finger to his lips. “Relax, big guy. I realize I’m kinda putting you on the spot here. We haven’t even had dinner yet—probably drinking wine out of the skulls of your enemies, right?”
Trigon nodded, eager to regain his lost momentum. “We would!”
“Okay, okay, relax. We’re just messing around here. I know how uncomfortable it can be to have a great big cock all stiff and hard with no relief to be had… let’s see if you know how uncomfortable that is.”
Elvira pulled her dress open to her bare, naked tits. Trigon groaned at the sight of them. His rising, throbbing erection rattled the skull codpiece.
“Oops. I guess now I have to give you some sweet relief, huh?” Elvira squirmed out of the dress.
Trigon gawked, now seeing the fleece of silken black hair at her thighs that was the only relief from her milk-white body. Even her nipples were a pale pink—they would barely be visible if they weren’t getting longer and longer.
“Take a good look at what you’re getting, Trigon. Just imagine this wet cunt all over your cock. But not too all over it. You do have enough dick to fill me up, right? And maybe just a little more than that?”
“Trigon is hung like a x’pharll!” the demon lord spat, his eyes still locked on her dark womanhood.
“Whatever that is…” Elvira began, then gasped when she pulled the codpiece out of the way and a huge cock jumped into view. She couldn’t get all of it out into the open with Trigon chained the way he was, but she could tell there was enough there to make the Wolfman look like a Chihuahua. “Oooh! Any chance I could get a x’pharll of my very own?”
Her eyes drank in the swollen knob, gleaming from the precum spilling out of it. There was no doubt that this was enough Devil for ten Miss Joneses.
Elvira’s mouth felt dry; she could tell all that dribbling precum would take her thirst away.
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Shendude
Nice bit of setup.
