A deal at the Crossroads Part 2 [MF, Anal, Fantasy, suggested mind-control, ass to mouth]

**Disclaimer:** Again just to warn people; this story contains mild coprophilia (dirty ass to mouth), it is also (probably) pretty descriptive. If that absolutely grosses you out please do not read this story. If you hate the story for any other reason please let me know. I do want to improve my writing.
 

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The Servant was waiting, and he unshackled his trousers at the sight of her. His slacks slid straight down from his waist and into the dirt. He stepped free of them as he walked towards her. The spirit clearly had no use for underwear, his half-swollen cock swung free the moment he dropped-trou, it was a great monstrous thing, like a thick cucumber with a vein thicker than her little finger, stemming from the truck of it all the way up to the bulbous head.

She was shocked that he could’ve hidden such a thing in those slim-fitting trousers. She was in such a trance she barely heard the Servant words as he stood before her. “Are your ready, Lil’ Miss?” he asked.

“O-o-oh, holy shit…” she stammered, “hmmm, Y-yes?” she answered a little unsure.

His balls were huge as well, dangling heavily beneath his cock, she knelt down to greet the monstrous thing, her mouth instinctively opening to accept it.

“Good,” The Servant praised, his hand swept the loose tresses of hair from her face as her lips fell upon his lengthy bowing cock.

It was a strain for her to even take the thing into her mouth, but she managed to wrap her lips around the head and suck. The moment she did, she was instantly stuck with his scent, he smelled and tasted somewhat salty, a bit musky, and a bit sweet, like delicately spiced figs. Her eyes briefly rolled towards the back for her head, it was strange how thrilling it was.

She sunk her head deeper, sliding her lips from the tip down a few inches and back, She could barely fit half the behemoth thing in her mouth before her mouth felt overstuffed. The Servant moaned encouragement, every time her tongue lapped the underside of his cock, or when she drove her lips just a little deeper.

Forcing the massive cock towards the back throat caused to gag, painfully, defeated she reached up and crank the root of his cock with her free hand as she sucked. Her fingers were barely able to grasp it.

She tried her best not to grin with her mouthful. Normally taking this massive bowing fuck hammer in her ass would’ve been a terrifying prospect. She could still feel the fear gnawing at the back of her brain, but it was easily overwhelmed by her excitement. She reached down between her the thighs and gave her pussy a lingering swipe. The touch sent a quiver up her spine and her fingers came away coated in grool. She could feel it pouring out of her steadily, like a tapped bottle, glug after glug ran down the curves of her ass, and dripped into the dirt below.

Frenzied, she pulled the cock free of her mouth and lapped at instead, smearing the fat, saliva, coated prick on her cheeks as she kissed up and down the girth of it, “I’m ready…” She moaned between licks, “I want this in my ass,” She could feel a shiver crept down her spine as she said it, “I want this in my ass, now,” she repeated.

The Servant laughed as he stroked her head. She was looked up at him hungrily, kissing and lapping at his cock, her delicate little fingers cranking away, “Very good, my eag-ah girl,” He reached into his brazer, and a puff of white smoke and embers leaked out, accompanied by a brief and audible crackling sound. His hand reappeared with a thin vial of clear liquid, “Some oil, Lil’ Miss, it should make this run a little more smoothly,” he explained.

Lynette nodded, she could feel fluttering in the pit of her stomach. She idly lapped away at the Servant’s cock. She felt jittery, her breath was quickening. The Servant poured the full contents of the vial along the thick stalk of his cock and over Lynette’s fingers. Her hands were suddenly very slippery, *magic lube* she realized, the oil dripped on her chin as she kissed the underside of his dick, smearing the oil over every meaty inch of his dick. She let out an eager moan, the heat between her thighs caused her to tremble. She was panting now, “It’s so big…” she mumbled through her overexerted lips.

Despite herself, she was still more excited, than afraid, and the excitement was growing within her.

“Too big for you Lil’ Miss?” He asked sweetly.

Lynette shook her head no with such exuberance, her hair whipped up slightly.

“Good,” The Servant smiled, “Go-on, turn around, spread yourself open.”

Lynette did as she was bid, turning around on her knees, the little pebbles pushing into her skin nearly threatened to topple her over. She willfully fell forward, her face in the dirt, and her ass arched up as high as she could make it.

She placed her cheek on the ground, her breath kicking up a cloud dust. She reached back, her fingers griping her cushiony ass cheeks tightly and she split herself open, offering the Servant proper view of her fleshy-pink asshole and drooling pussy. Her nervousness was making fingers tremble.

The energy, the need, caused her hips to sway. A moment later his heavy thick cock slapped down on her tailbone, the slippery cock smearing her drool and lube all over her bubbly ass cheeks until it found it’s mark, he held it firmly behind head and nestled it in between the split of her ass cheeks, pushing it into her tiny pink ring.

Her sphincter was burning with the sudden intrusion. She let out a whiny grunt, her eyes popping open, and her feet began kicking up puffs of dirt as he pressed inward. “You’re too big,” She moaned in a breath. She whimpered, folded in her lips, and nuzzled her face deeper into the dry dirt.

“Push,” the Servant commanded, “Push like you’re trying to push me out.”

She licked her lips. Her pussy was on fire. She bore down on his cock, and another inch or so slowly slid inside her. The force of the stretching made her eyes twitch, she tensed up, but his cock kept sinking in. She was trembling, the pain was sharp but titillating. She wanted to pull away, but the warm full-feeling was too demanding. *It was his magic…* She told herself. She let out a fretful moan. Her mouth was dry and gritty. She had swallowed some dirt when she tried to muffle her screams, and her throat was starting to itch.

She braced herself against the ground and coughed, her body jerking slightly as her ass swallowed more of his bestial cock. “It stings,” She whimpered between coughs. Her pussy ached with jealously. Her ass was still just half-full and she already felt stretched to the limit.

The Servant swatted her ass cheek with such force her body seemed to ripple with the impact, she clenched her jaw and trembled. She was cumming she realized and it happened all too quickly. “Holy ffffuck!” She howled into the dark. Her thighs fell together, a heat exploded from the base of her spine, and her stuffed sphincter greedily spasmed on his cock. The pressure in her stomach was suddenly everywhere at once, leaking out from the tips of her fingers and the tips of her toes. The pain yielded to a complete utter pleasure that was foreign to her. She was suddenly bucking back against him, taking more and more of his massive dick, vivaciously riding the waves of the sudden orgasm.

She felt the stretching feeling sink deeper and deeper as her hips writhed, her bubbly ass cheeks twitching and colliding together, until for one brief moment her ass slapped against his lower abdomen, she swore she could feel him her stomach. She groaned, lazily jerking her hips as the sparkly feeling orgasm slowly dissipated.

The Servant let her work, her taut little asshole hugging his impossibly thick cock, sliding up and down in a steady see-and-saw. She bore down on him, gently tapping her ass against the root of his dick, but he was far too large to bottom-out into her ass. Her nerves were raw, but she moaned and groaned, desperate to take more of him. Her fingers dug into the dirt below her as she pressed chested into the ground, rocking her hips with a bit more determination. She could feel his cock begin to twitch with every jerk and spasm, then without warning, he suddenly pulled his cock free. The sudden retreat felt like a train rolled through her. Her asshole clinging to him so tightly she nearly turned inside out. She trembled, clutching her stomach, cursing him for leaving her so suddenly and hopelessly empty.

“You’ve done fabulously Lil’ Miss, come now, here with your mouth,” He commanded.

Lynette rose from the dirt, flipping her hair back and smoothing it down with a dusty hand. She felt drained and bitterly empty. She turned to face the magical Servant and she was met with the bloated end of his massive bowel plunger.

The scent stuck her first, an earthy and pungent smell, but even in the low light she could see his cock wasn’t clean, it was faintly coated in caramel-colored ooze and bespectacled with darker bits along the length.

Lynette felt nauseous, what he was asking of her was disgusting and debased. “Do I have to do this?” She asked peering up at him meekly.

“My dear, you want to, do you not?” The Servant corrected.

The moment he said it, she realized he was right. The scent of it lance her brain. She wanted to recoil, but it was also strangely intoxicating. There was a throbbing ache in her guts for a moment it felt as if her entire existence centered on the devouring his filthy cock. *What’s happening to me?* She wondered. Before she could answer, she had already carefully grabbed the base of his dick, and her tongue was reaching out to lap the slimy residue off his tainted fuck-staff. Her first lick left her tongue feeling greasy, she savored it for a moment and then swallowed. The taste was not as terrible as she imagined, in fact, it was quite good, salty, slightly bitter, and a little tangy. She lolled her tongue out and eagerly went back for seconds, lapping wildly in long slithery licks up and down his filth coated shaft.

“Excellent,” The Servant praised, his fingers running through her hair as she hungrily slurped his dirty cock.

The occasionally gritty filth coating her tongue felt terrible in her mouth, and she wanted to puke, but she swallowed it anyway. The act seemed to make her pussy hum. *Pull back,* she warned herself, *Pull back before you’re completely addicted,* but she couldn’t. After several minutes of lapping and sucking, the Servant’s cock was glistening clean. His hips were pumping into her delicate fingers, and her mouth instinctively latched on to the tip of his cock, her cheeks sunk in as she sucked, her tongue lapping away at his piss-slit. She felt him twitching in her fingers, his balls tensed up, he was breathing heavier, and then he grunted just as the first spurt of cum coated her tongue. The second hit her in the back of her throat hosing down her tonsils, she nearly gagged but managed to swallow. He growled anew as spurts of cum filled her mouth with every pump of his hips until her mouth was suddenly flooded with the thick slimy otherworldly children, she sent them all down in one gulp, pulled off his cock and sighed happily.

The Servant patted her head, “Very good, Lil’ Miss,” his voice hoarse and faint.

She felt satiated, for the moment, but she could barely keep her eyes open. She crawled through the dirt collecting her clothes. The dull ache emanating from her ass, made it hurt to even move. She pulled her dirty tank top over her head, sweeping luscious locks over her shoulder before collapsing in the dirt.

The Servant was already dressed and staring down at her. She felt a sudden shame wash over her. She was beautiful now, but the urges he gave her —she could feel it even now, distant, but barely below the surface. “Am I always going to be like this?” She asked warily.

The Servant nodded, “If it becomes too much to bear, come back to me.”

“—and you’ll fix me?” She asked hopefully.

“No, but I may scratch the itch,” he said with a smile. Lynette frowned, but the Servant was gone. As if he disappeared between the blink of her eyes.

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