The first scream, delightful as it was, worried Deimos a bit. Had he gone too far despite his precautions? But the second cry reassured him. Luckily, the pain seemed to be keeping her conscious for the ordeal.

The feeling of having her love tunnel stretched so tightly around his cock was exquisite. He grunted with pleasure each time he pulled her down the shaft. Otherwise, the demon was strangely quiet, his breathing normal. The effort of sliding the witch up and down his member was as nothing to him, and the slow pace allowed him to hold back longer. To be sure, he had to resist the urge to start pounding away in sexual frenzy, ironically delaying his climax in order to force his victim toward one of her own.

Still, as Kanoe’s body warmed to the invasion, he slowly increased the pace, striving to find a balance of stimulation that would drive her inexorably higher while not overwhelming himself in the process. He wanted to cum with her this time, to fill her with his cold, black seed even as she cried out in ecstacy.

In order to promote that end, Deimos reached around with his great claws to ensnare her luscious breasts again. He ground his rough palms over her nipples as he pulled her back to his abdomen. The new position was meant to change his angle of entry in order to put even more pressure on her g-spot while simultaneously allowing him to molest her big, firm tits.

"Nnngh...Ahhh...Ahh..St-Stop..Please..."

Kanoe's groans lacked any force behind them. Her hands slowly open and close as the massive rod continues to slowly grind in and out of her body. The pain gradually became less as her insides were spread to fit the throbbing meat. The witch could feel her belly bulge slightly with each thrust as the tip goes a little bit deeper, pressing against her cervix. The woman had no idea how long this torture has been going. The piercing cold combined with the heated rapes were taking their toll on her body and mind. There was nothing she could do and the demon was making sure that she knew that. She could not fall unconcious, could not black out. Only the steady thrusts of Deimos was the only thing she felt now.

The dark witch lets out a whimper as her breasts are mashed in the monster's hands. She moans weakly as her ice hard nipples grind against hot palms. Her eyes flutter as her body goes rigid suddenly. Kanoe felt the throbbing cock grind directly against her g-spot. The slow steady pace was driving her body crazy as each bit of Deimos's cock rubs and throbs against her sweet spot. Her insides began to twitch uncontrollably. Her moans grew heavier as her nectar began to flow freely down the cock. The woman's sex began to tighten around the beating flesh. There was no point in resisting, her body was slowly beginning to want it once more despite her exhaustion.

Deimos reveled in the feel of the witch’s nipples against his palms and the firm resilience of her mounds beneath his clawed fingers; he reveled in the sensation of her elastic tunnel clutching even more tightly around his pulsing member; reveled in her pitiful plea as well as the steadily growing moans that followed. But, most of all, he reveled in the knowledge that, despite her exhaustion, he was driving her toward yet another climax that she didn’t want. She was practically the perfect victim: a strong, proud young woman whose sexy body betrayed her quickly.

Despite his best efforts, Deimos couldn’t keep from gradually increasing his pace. His grunts became more like soft growls as he bobbed Kanoe up and down his shaft a tiny bit faster each time. He wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. He just hoped the witch was as close as she seemed to be.

Her eyes grew heavy as they continue to flutter weakly from the near nonstop stimulation. She whimpers as tears trickle slowly down her cheeks. The fatigue and exhaustion was becoming unbearable. She was so tired it hurts, like if someone was constantly keeping one from sleeping. Kanoe was completely limp in her bonds now as the beast continues to ravage her helpless body. Slowly her body began quivering from something besides the cold once more. Despite her aching muscles, her already tight tunnel squeezes more around the throbbing cock inside her. The woman didn't even have the strength to cry out anymore. Just weak moans left her lips as her eyes close completely.

Waves of pleasure wash through her body as darkness claims her. Her now unconcious body gave one finaly climax. It was far weaker than the others but that was to be expected. Her body had nothing left yet it was forced to continue. Warm nectar soaks down the thrusting cock and trickles down her thighs. A low groan escapes the weak woman's lips. Besides the slow shuddering breaths and shivering from the cold, the dark witch was making no attempts to move. Finally, her mind was released from it's torment, completely knocked out.

Deimos was oblivious to the witch’s condition as he was consumed by his own needs. His once steady pace quickly became frantic. He released her breasts in order to place his hands on her hips; the better to begin thrusting into her instead of sliding her along his shaft. Scant seconds passed as the demon rammed his fading captive’s tightly clutching sex, the head of his cock banging against her cervix again and again.

Ironically, just as the woman’s newly unconscious body offered up her last and weakest orgasm of the night, Deimos was seized by his first and most intense. He howled in triumphant ecstacy as he slammed deeper into her than before. His twitching cock-head broke through Kanoe’s inner barrier to deliver his seed directly into her womb. Jet after jet of his thick, cold, oily semen spurted from the tip of the member lodged so deeply inside her.

An indeterminate period of time later, Deimos became aware of the dead weight of his captive’s limp body. He pulled his still erect cock from her cunt with a slurp and turned her to face him. He smiled wickedly at her unconscious form and licked her cheek for the third time that night, even though he knew she couldn’t feel it. He had succeeded in raping her senseless before his first ejaculation, a feat he had not been sure he could achieve.

Deimos laughed as he positioned his phallus at her entrance again amidst a slow stream of his own oily, black cum. Her pleasures were done for the night, but his were just beginning. For hours more, he ravaged the unconscious witch’s body, filling her sex and then her ass with his icy seed again and again. He even availed himself of those luscious breasts a couple times, splattering his foul fluids all over her face and chest.

When he finally tired of using an unresponsive victim, he simply let her go. She slid off his cock to fall limply on the damp bundle of her discarded robe. He stroked himself for quite some time, making sure to squeeze every last drop out to drizzle on her crumpled body.

“I’ll see you again, witch,” Deimos said ominously though he knew she couldn’t hear. Then, tucking his cock back into its natural pouch, he turned and strode away into the coming dawn, eager to explore this new world.

*****

Pleased with the outcome, Spectre turned its attention to other matters. It intended to let Deimos run free on the island, satisfying his desires however he wished. The Thing from Beyond was unconcerned with Kanoe’s apparent peril. From its unique perspective outside of time, it could see that she would survive. For now, it was time to move on to other things. But similar to the promise Deimos had made, Spectre intended to return its attention to the witchling soon.