Succubi are p*rny enough by themselves (Patreon)

...Taking her cues from the extremely busty redhead, the slightly less busty blonde follows her lead to press both pairs of plump, squishy mammaries up against the prince's magnificent member, one fat pair on either side of his arm-thick sex-pole, they squish together around his girth. Both the prince's and knight Sophia's minds are going haywire, the busty knight never thought she'd be teaching someone else on the finer points how to properly service a man, nor has she ever had a stranger's tongue all the way up her... lower mouth. And now she was doing both, in an alley, the only protection from onlookers afforded to them a couple of loosely stacked barrels and crates.

Yet she realized with shock she loved every second of it.

The prince meanwhile, though he had merely less than an hour earlier finished emptying himself till he was sore in an experienced whore, was extra aroused again, his member already leaking hot pre, eager for hot threesome action.

This definitely wasn't normal, but not one of the three questioned it in the moment as the redhead and the blonde began working their chests up and down his length. Though he was trembling and ready, it looks like the action he received earlier that day did leave its toll, as he came a for him pitiful amount, only about 7 thick ropes of seed splashed across his two partner's heaving chests. Liberally coating them of course, but a far cry from what both he and Sophia knew he was capable off. Bernadette of course had never seen one human produce that much in one go anyway, and with shock and awe witnessed Sophia take the prince's tool half-way down her throat with barely a cough or gargle. 

Intent on showing off what the prince was truly capable off, Sophia, on her own accord for the first time, gave it her all. And with good result, still sensitive from the last climax, the prince was soon buckling his knees and moaning incoherent babbles as moments later he was emptying a truly potent load down her gullet. Sophia pulled him out of her throat, aimed him at the blonde, and while Bernadette sputtered and gasped on the river of seed, covered the curvy young woman in his spunk...

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To continue the talk of Demons, let's discuss some of their true nature, as said before, they originate from the same realm the magic that flows across the lands comes from, and need it to project an image of themselves into realspace.

That is because they are entirely alien to us, not just to the planet, or universe, but 'existence' itself.

Demons you see, don't really exist. Not in the way you or I understand what "existing" means anyway. Their true nature is lost of course to the denizens of fantasy p*rn land, but we, outside of it can get a glimpse of what that means.

Both they, and magic, are born of the same stuff. Much like how you, I, an apple, light, or gravity itself are 'material', they are 'immaterial', ethereal if you will. Out of this world. Time and space has no meaning to the denizens of the immaterial world, as these are concepts born from a material universe. it is difficult to explain for anyone, even the grandest supercomputer in the world couldn't put it to words, because language itself is far too limited a medium to fully explain or express how the opposite of being is somehow a thing and can interact with us.

That is why, as magic bleeds through into our reality, it tends to "break the rules" so to speak.

But magic needs a medium to bleed into reality. This medium is matter and energy, wherever there is a concentration of matter and/or energy, what we call magic is leaking through from the immaterial world.

And Demons, beings from that realm too, need it to show themselves or affect our world. As they are made of neither matter nor energy, but pure magic, they cannot generate that magic they need to sustain themselves in our reality. Demons thusly, need willing participants on our end to summon them into reality through magic that we can summon, and then need to drain it from us to stay here.

The Succubus is a master of this practice.

Hey all,

If you were fearing the fantasy stuff was over, as you can see, don't worry, that's still going too. I'm simply doing both.

The alien stuff just grants me a larger stack of curvy slut sketches to draw from.

SoCarter out.