Margery felt a renewed sense of enthusiasm, but this time it did not come from an Imp bearing and 18 inch long donkey cock. She had coaxed from the horny Imp a wealth of information she needed to fight the Medallion host Devil and his tempting game of sin. As her answer to Dolthan and his request of her to save him from a vile death by a hating Devil Master, she made use of the Vaseline and did clean his cock of both their sticky bodily fluids.
Much to the agony felt by Dolthan the donkey Imp, Marg did not remove the silver hatpin from where she had shoved it, impaling his big testicles. “This I shall remove after the holy blessed water arrives, so you remain here, lie quiet and your hurting shall be as minimal.” Marg said as she looked at her bedside alarm clock to check the time.
“Too early for to awaken the Minister, so since I am a mess of sweat and your semen dripping out of me, I will go take a shower,” Marg said, but Dolthan lay there on the bed and had a begging come hither look.
“No, if there be anything I have learned from this horrid experience, it is not to be kind and trusting toward any bedeviling personality born in Hell!” Marg gave a quick look toward her dresser drawers and then to her closet, but shook her head at the thought of her needing to wearing of any clothing, as if asked, she rather enjoyed her being as furry, and she having a tail.
Marg was not in the bathroom shower stall for maybe five minutes, when the steamed over glass door opened, and Dolthan the donkey Imp stepped inside the stall to join with Margery.
“Excuse me, but this is suddenly rather close as in TIGHT!” Marg yelped due to the quick vaginal insertion by Dolthan of his still fully erect donkey cock. “I thought it WAS, as IMPLIED, that our fun THRILLS, were done BUT THIS, this is still fun, as warm, and please do me AGAIN!” Margery knew what she was allowing of Dolthan held a danger to him coaxing her to forget the phone calling of her minister to bring her a glass crystal challises filled with blessed water.
Dolthan did well his donkey Imp style of fucking with Marg, as both relished their sensations; or did until Dolthen felt the urge to climax, but the silver hatpin gave a rude reminder of where it set and of what it had impaled.
Poor Imp, his bullish big balls reeled with pain, he could not ejaculate even a dribble of his semen into Marg. She being nice and considerate had cleaned and greased his donkey size cock, what only lasted a few minutes, as an Imp is one of the most horny of creatures.
“It hurts, well withdraw from me and go relax on my bed,” Marg said, but Dolthan scowled at her, as he remarked, “It is stuck, your mare vagina has quite a tight grip on my member!”
Marg had ignored her vaginal new ability to grab, grip, as hold inside her the cock of another equine. She adjusted the amount of hot water showering on them, but Dolthan seemed as stuck from his medial ring to the bloated blunt end of his lusty male shaft. It was after some agonizing minutes before Marg was reminded of what she told Robert when he felt an urge and she was having her period.
“What you need is more of cold water a showering,” Marg laughingly said, as she shut off the hot water and left the cold water to shower down over her butt and his engorged cock. As Dolthan brayed due to the icy chilled water, his bloated cock withered and a tightly holding vagina relaxed its grip.
As both sex partners exited the shower stall, Marg handed Dolthan a bath towel to dry off his furry self. Marg grabbed a second towel for drying her very furry self, and when she bent over to pat dry her pony legs, Dolthan took over, moving her tail to the left to make it easy for his inserting an erect cock back inside of Margery.
“NOT again, wasn’t the shower fucking fun enough for a while,” a disgruntled half pony mare lover told her stud.
“Never enough, a Donkey Imp likes to fuck, thrust and inseminate; it’s my curse, but I love it!” Dolthan said, as with his normal rhythm he began a slow thrusting action, it so alluring for Margery that she held onto the bathroom sink, she stayed as leaned forward, giving added ease for her stud to do his lust building thrusting.
“Huh, huh, huh, ah-huh, do huh, Imp’s ever talk to their LOVER…, while they are THRUSTING?” Marg asked between the slow thrust moves gracing along inside her vagina.
“Nope, if I talk I lose my rhythmic moves, and tend to forget there is a limit to a mare’s depth. Other Imps have rutted a female too deep and caused a death, I appreciate those I mate. Oh, and don’t be coy to ask if I love you, as a donkey Imp, or any Imp breed knows not love, but bares a great urge to being enveloped by warm and wet tightness.”
Dolthan made mention of, and began then to increase the sped of his thrust to quell his mate from being able to think of nothing but him and his.
Marg was enthralled by Dolthan going slow with her, and almost lost track of the time. When Marg tried to turn and went to finally give a tossing of her bath towel as into the laundry hamper, they both turned slightly their positions. It was from the turning that Marg noted the sun had risen, and time was wasting away. When then Marg raised up to her standing upright, she put a kink in Dolthan’s cock.
Kinks did not bother Marg, but the time of day did, and as she summarily turned and walked toward the bathroom doorway, Dolthan got dragged along; he being thoroughly as stuck, held in a loving grip.
Marg smiled as she walked with a strange manner of her pony legs, feet, and hoofs in a needed gait to keep Dolthan as inactive, but he needing to follow her every move.
“Please Margery, it hurts, stop and let me slide OUT…!” Dolthan said as he complained, his erect cock was by then kinked and the bloated trumpet-bell end had become too swelled to slide free from Margery’s snug vaginal grip.
As out of a mindless reparation did Marg forget for a moment about Dolthan and she began to sit on her bed, she beside the small table holding on it the land-line phone.
“THIS… won’t work,” Dolthan yelled, as if Marg had sat down she would have added a second kink to an already pained donkey cock.
“Oh, sorry, I need to use the phone,” Marg said, as she remained standing, and with Dolthan behind her, he tried crouching low with hope of retracting his kinked cock.
“Hello Reverend, yes this is Marg Morrison, I have a dire as unholy a problem here, and if you could be so kind, could you bring to me a quart size of blessed water, ah yes, I have a problem like that, I think you will understand better the urgency when you arrive; when 10:30 this morning, fine, see you then!” Marg speaking to her church minister and he seemingly had a fair inkling as to her problem.
Marg turned slightly and looking back at Dolthan, she said, “We, you especially need to part our ways, as I need to do as you requested of me to make a wish told to the Medallion. I know I cannot trust you to give your word as not to cause me more trouble, so you pull free and then remain here in the bedroom.” Marg said to her horny Imp. As much she could not dare to trust Dolthan, and when he had pulled out his sore cock, to his surprise Marg was ready for him.
A hard push to the donkey furred chest of Dolthan and he fell back to lying on the bed, his donkey cock beginning to return to its usual stiff, stout, lengthy self.
Marg was ready, as she kept her Christmas wrapping paper and sticky tape there in her bedroom closet. As Dolthen laid on her bed and wiggled into his best positioned for Marg to jump aboard, as wanting her to set down straddle with her legs over his erect cock; he expected her to then slide down its length, effectively impaling her.
Quite unexpectedly, Marg took then her two inch wide Scotch tape dispenser and grabbing Dolthan by his hind legs, and fetlocks, she wrapped his feet tight with the commercial grade plastic tape.
Dolthan was of the mindset that Marg was into bondage play and reached his arms for her to bind snug his wrists.
“Thank you, you are so helpful,” Marg said with a smile, as she spun the tape dispenser several times around both wrists of Dolthan. She had the Imp bound as near helpless, Marg then holding his wrists as bound, she grabbed hold of his erect cock, and continued wrapping; binding two wrists with his cock, all bound, Hog tied tight with sticky tape.
“Hey there, what happens when you go to remove that tape, it could rip the skin off my very sensual penis?” Dolthan asked, as if wondering what Marg had as a plan.
“You lie still on my bed, masturbate if you can, I will return later, bye!”