The crossroads was empty. Midnight hung in the air like a held breath, the moonlight fractured by the twisted tree limbs clawing at the sky. My boots crunched over gravel as I stepped into the center, my pulse loud in my ears.

I didn’t believe in this shit. Not really. But desperation makes a person reckless.

I pulled the slip of parchment from my pocket. The words scrawled on it promised what I needed — whispered to me by some sketchy old guy in a dive bar who laughed when I asked if it was real.

"Say the words. Midnight. Crossroads. She’ll come."

The last thing I expected was her.

The shadows rippled, like oil slicks stretching wide. The air thickened with heat and smoke, and the faint scent of sulfur and sex curled around me. That’s when I saw her — stepping out from nothing like she owned every inch of this cursed world.

She was impossible to miss — tall, statuesque, inhumanly gorgeous. Green skin, like rich jade, gleamed under the moon. Her hair tumbled down her back in thick waves of crimson, like molten fire licking over her shoulders.

Her eyes… hellfire red, slit pupils narrowing as they dragged over me with predatory hunger.

And then there was the rest.

Huge, heavy tits — pierced through with silver barbells, her nipples fat and hard, jutting proudly. Tattoos scrawled over her hips and down her muscular thighs, dark runes that seemed to pulse faintly.

But my eyes fell lower… and there it was. Thick. Long. Half-hard already — pierced along the shaft, heavy with promise. A futanari devil in every filthy, forbidden sense of the word.

"You called, little mortal," she purred, her voice a dark melody, teasing at my nerves. Her tongue flicked over sharp teeth. "You must be very desperate."

I swallowed, my mouth dry, heart hammering in my ribs. "I want… I need—"

Her hand shot out, gripping my chin. Her claws were cool, sharp enough to draw a bead of blood as she tilted my face up. "Shh… I know what you want," she whispered, leaning close.

The heat of her body rolled over me — raw lust radiating off her skin.

"But there’s a price. Always is." Her cock throbbed, swelling between her thighs, proud and obscene. "You give me that sweet little body… and I give you everything you’ve ever dreamed of. Power. Wealth. Whatever pathetic little wish keeps you up at night."

Her thumb brushed my lip — her eyes flashing with cruel amusement. "And in return, I ruin you for anyone else."

I hesitated, breath shallow.

But honestly? I was already ruined.

"Deal," I whispered.

Her grin widened — hungry, wicked, triumphant.

The next thing I knew, I was pinned to the ground, her weight deliciously heavy on me. Her claws shredded my clothes like paper, exposing skin to the humid night air.

Her lips crashed against mine — greedy, claiming — her tongue thick and pierced, fucking into my mouth while her cock pressed against my bare thigh, leaking already.

"Such a good little mortal," she growled, her hips grinding down, that massive, pierced length sliding between my legs, teasing, promising more. "You're mine now…"

Her lips left mine with a wet, sinful sound, a string of spit connecting us for a heartbeat before it snapped. Her eyes glowed brighter, her grin widening as she shoved her heavy, throbbing cock between my breasts, forcing them together around it.

"You've got nice tits," she rasped, voice smoky with hunger. "Perfect for this."

The sheer size of it made my head spin. Thick, flushed deep green at the tip, veins bulging, silver rings glinting along the shaft. The head alone was obscene — swollen, leaking precum that covered my skin as she dragged it up between my tits.

She spit down, her claws curling behind my neck as she pressed my head down, forcing me to look.

"Watch it, little mortal. Watch how I fuck your big boobs," she growled.

Her hips snapped forward — hard. The fat, swollen head of her cock slammed into my cleavage, stretching my breasts apart as she buried herself deep between them. Her cock throbbed, pulsing, the rings along the shaft dragging against my skin with every brutal thrust.

"Fuck… so tight… big soft tits wrapped around me…"

She pistoned her hips faster, her abs flexing, every line of muscle taut and gleaming under the moonlight. Her heavy breasts bounced with the rhythm, the silver bars through her nipples catching the light as she fucked my chest ruthlessly.

I couldn't breathe — I didn't care.

The wet slap of flesh filled the air, my tits squeezed tight around her thick cock as she used my body like it was hers. Which… it was now.

"You like that?" Her voice was low, dangerous, feral. "Getting ruined by the Devil herself?"

I gasped, my answer strangled by lust and need.

"Good," she sneered, pulling back just enough for the heavy head of her cock to slap against my lips.

"Open."

I obeyed — dazed, desperate — parting my lips as the swollen head pressed inside. My jaw ached instantly — she was massive — but she didn't give me time to think. She shoved forward, burying half her cock down my throat with a guttural groan.

"Fuck… tight little mouth… you're gonna be my favorite toy…"

Tears pricked my eyes as she rolled her hips, sliding deeper, my throat stretching around her girth. Her claws tangled in my hair, holding me down as she fucked my face slow and brutal.

"Gag on it, mortal… that's it… choke on my cock…"

Drool poured down my chin, my body was her toy, my mind cracking apart under the sheer filth of it. Her hips snapped forward — once, twice — before she finally yanked back, her cock slipping from my mouth with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting us.

"You ready for the real deal?" Her red eyes burned into mine, her voice molten with promise.

I couldn't speak. I just nodded, legs trembling, soaked and aching for more.

With a cruel, knowing grin, she grabbed my hips, flipped me over like I weighed nothing, and yanked me up onto my hands and knees.

Her cock slapped down between my ass cheeks, heavy, hot, leaking precum that smeared along my skin.

"I’m going to fuck your brains out," she whispered, bending low, her tongue tracing the shell of my ear, her cockhead pressing against my soaked, aching entrance. "You're gonna be mine… inside and out."

And with that, she slammed forward.

I screamed, my body stretched wide, her cock forcing its way inside me inch by thick, merciless inch. The piercings along her shaft dragged against my inner walls, each one a jolt of raw, dizzying pleasure.

"Fuck… fuck… you're so tight," she growled, her claws biting into my hips as she bottomed out, her heavy balls slapping against me.

I couldn't think — couldn't breathe — only feel as she pulled back and slammed in again, harder, faster, the sound of skin on skin echoing through the empty crossroads.

Her cock carved me open, filled me so deep I felt it in my chest, my body trembling, my vision going hazy.

"That's it… take it… every inch… you're mine now…"

She fucked me like an animal — relentless, brutal, overwhelming — her cock pounding deep, grinding against my sweet spot until my legs buckled, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave.

But she didn't stop.

Her claws gripped me tighter, her hips pistoning faster, her cock reshaping my insides with every savage thrust.

"You're not done yet, mortal," she rasped. "I'm not done with you…"

Her cock slammed into me, deeper, rougher, making me sob with every brutal thrust. The sheer length of her forced its way so far inside, it felt like it punched into my chest — her thick, pierced head grinding up into my ribs, my whole body stretching to take her.

“Look at you,” she growled, her voice dark and breathless, claws gripping my hips so tight I could feel the bruises forming. “Getting split open… fucked so deep my cock’s almost inside your lungs.”

My fingers clawed into the dirt, eyes rolling back as she bottomed out again, my belly bulging slightly from the obscene length inside me. The brutal slap of her hips against my ass echoed, the weight of her heavy balls smacking into me.

And they weren’t just heavy — they were swelling.

With every savage thrust, I could feel them growing — tightening, stretching larger — the skin flushed darker green, taut and pulsing. They swelled bigger than grapefruits… then melons… then basketballs — heavy, obscene, sloshing with the ungodly load building inside her.

“You’re gonna take it all, mortal,” she hissed, leaning over me, her heavy breasts pressing to my back, her pierced nipples dragging against my skin. “Every… last… drop.”

I barely had time to catch my breath before she pulled out, flipping me again like I weighed nothing. Her cock slapped down across my belly — thick, glistening, pulsing with inhuman need — before she shoved my legs up over my head.

“Time for your other hole,” she sneered, the fat, drooling head of her cock pressing to my tight, untouched asshole.

I gasped, but my protest melted into a strangled moan as she pushed — slow at first, relentless — forcing her cock inside, stretching me wider than I thought possible.

The burn was unbearable… and addictively perfect.

“Take it… take it all,” she snarled, driving deeper, the thick head breaching my ass, grinding forward until I could feel it again — buried so deep, the swollen head pressed up into my chest, a sick, filthy pressure that made my vision blur.

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. Only feel.

Her balls were huge now — enormous, taut, sloshing with thick, devil seed that she was moments from unloading inside me.

“Beg for it,” she hissed, her hips grinding slow, keeping that monstrous cockhead shoved into the deepest part of me, pressing up behind my ribs, threatening to punch through my body altogether.

“Please…” I gasped, sweat pouring down my skin. “Cum inside me… fill me up… ruin me…”

That wicked, jagged grin split her face as her hips snapped forward, brutal, final — and then her balls seized, tightening so hard they quivered like overfilled water balloons about to burst.

Her cock throbbed violently — thick veins pulsing, silver piercings dragging along my stretched hole — and then she exploded.

Hot, thick, endless cum erupted inside me, shot after volcanic shot blasting so deep I felt it flood my guts, my belly swelling under the obscene load. It poured out around her cock, thick ropes of it leaking down my thighs, pooling beneath me as she kept thrusting, fucking her cum deeper, groaning like a beast in heat.

My belly bulged obscenely, stretched with the impossible amount of seed flooding me.

"Look at that," she rasped, watching my cum-swollen gut with pride. "Full… stuffed… marked by the Devil herself."

Her hips finally slowed, her cock still twitching inside me, thick cream leaking around her as her heavy, drained balls sagged back down to a still-absurd size.

I lay there, shaking, utterly used — my ass gaping, my chest aching, belly filled to bursting — ruined, marked, claimed.

And I wanted, needed more.

I barely had time to recover — my body wrecked, my insides stuffed with cum, my legs trembling — when her claws curled under my chin, dragging me up off the ground like I weighed nothing.

Her cock — still slick with cum and spit, still half-hard — slapped heavy across my face, twitching, drooling thick globs of seed down my cheek.

“Open that pretty mouth,” she growled, her voice low and feral, eyes glowing like molten hellfire. “We’re not done.”

Before I could even react, she forced my mouth open, her claws tight on my jaw, and shoved the fat, swollen head of her cock inside. My lips stretched wide, my jaw straining as she drove deeper — past my tongue, past my throat — merciless.

She didn’t stop.

Her hips surged forward, stuffing that enormous, thick cock down my throat until my nose was smashed against her musky, slick base, the heavy weight of her balls resting against my chin.

Tears spilled from my eyes, drool pouring down my neck as I gagged around the impossible girth. But she held me there — buried to the hilt — her claws in my hair, her hips grinding slow, the fat, pierced head of her cock pressing into the deepest part of my throat.

"That’s it," she hissed, breath hot against my ear. "Gag on it… choke on your Devil's cock…"

The pressure against my throat was unbearable — and exactly what she wanted.

Slowly, I felt it — that thick cock pulsing, swelling — hardening inside my throat as she used me like nothing more than a warm hole. Her cock twitched, growing heavier, harder, her balls thickening again, the weight obscene as she fucked my face with shallow, brutal thrusts.

By the time she finally pulled back, my throat was raw, my lips puffy and swollen, drool and precum smeared across my chin.

“Good little mortal,” she sneered, grabbing me by the waist and flipping me over onto all fours, my ass high, my ruined hole still gaping from the last round.

But it wasn’t enough.

Not for her.

The fat, swollen head of her cock pressed to my entrance — now thicker, veiny, angry-hard — and something else.

The knot.

Thick, swollen, obscenely bulbous at the base of her shaft, already pressing insistently against my hole, promising exactly what she intended.

“Time to knot you like a filthy stray,” she snarled, claws digging into my hips.

She slammed forward — brutal, relentless — stuffing her cock deep inside me, stretching my hole impossibly wide, her girth grinding against every raw, sensitive nerve.

Her knot battered against my entrance — swollen, too big, perfectly designed to stretch me beyond reason.

I screamed — choked — sobbed as she thrust, forcing the knot against me over and over, each savage slam opening me a little more.

“Take it,” she growled, voice animalistic, wild. “Take the knot… get bred like the filthy bitch you are…”

With one final, brutal thrust, her hips snapped forward — the knot popped inside, stretching me wide, locking us together.

I howled, my body seizing, every muscle tensing as I felt her cock pulse, twitch, her knot swelling even larger, locking inside my ass, sealing her thick, heavy load inside me.

She came again — violent, raw — endless ropes of thick, molten cum erupting deep inside, her balls flexing, unloading until I was stuffed, dripping, claimed.

Her knot kept every drop locked inside, my belly swelling again under the obscene load, her cock twitching as she groaned, hips grinding against me, knot fully seated like I was nothing more than her bred, ruined toy.

“You’re mine now,” she whispered against my ear, her tongue tracing the shell of it. “Knotted. Filled. Owned.”

And there was no escape.

The knot pulsed inside me for what felt like hours — keeping her locked in place, keeping every filthy, scalding drop of her inhuman cum sealed deep inside my body. My belly was swollen, taut, stretched unnaturally under the sheer volume of it.

I looked down between trembling arms, breath ragged, sweat slicking my skin — and the sight made my head spin.

I looked pregnant.

Swollen, round, obscene — my gut bulging with the load the Devil pumped into me like I was her personal cum dump.

“Look at you,” she chuckled darkly, voice dripping with cruel amusement as her claws traced over the tight curve of my belly. “So full of my seed you look ready to drop… but don’t worry, little mortal — you’re not that lucky.”

Her knot finally softened with a wet, filthy pop as she pulled free — a gush of thick, steaming cum pouring out of me, soaking the dirt between my thighs.

I collapsed, shaking, utterly wrecked — used in every way.

But then… the air changed.

The heat, the smoke, the weight of the deal settled heavy in my chest. Her hand curled under my chin, tilting my face up to meet her hungry, red gaze.

“A deal’s a deal,” she whispered, pressing her lips to mine in a bruising, possessive kiss that sealed the pact in blood and lust. “Power… wealth… control… all yours now.”

I gasped as the magic surged through me — thick, hot, electric — rewriting my body, my mind, everything.

My skin shifted — I could feel it, choose it — my body reshaping how I wanted at a whim. Curves, muscle, face — mine to play with like clay. Perfect, dangerous, irresistible.

Wealth followed like a storm. The knowledge, the access, the unseen pathways of influence snapping into place — bank accounts fattening, property, connections… I had it all now.

But the real prize? The control.

It slithered into my mind, thick and dark, coiling tight — the ability to twist thoughts, to seize bodies, to make anyone anything I wanted.

I could own people now — bend their wills, their actions, their desires with a whisper, a thought.

“Welcome to the top, my little mortal,” the Devil grinned, watching my pupils dilate as I felt it all fall into place. “Just remember… power always comes with a price.”

I barely heard her. My eyes trailed down her perfect, brutal body — the green skin, the huge tits, the heavy, still half-hard cock dangling between muscular thighs — and I grinned.

“Price paid,” I rasped, my voice thick with satisfaction, still dripping cum between my legs, my belly heavy, my mind alive with dark new hunger.

And this? This was only the beginning.