You lounge for him, intense desire in your eyes as you try to grab at him. He seems to teleport away at every attempt to grab him. Yet you're determined and focused on having him. He relents after a moment as you attempt to pull him towards your cock. He sighs though looking into your eyes. "What's my name?" and you blink as you try to remember. What did it matter though when your prime cock was demanding attention. You shove the equine cock into his hole and begin to rut. You can't seem to care about anything as your tongue transforms into a cock as you lunge for his throat. Both your prime cock and your cock tongue going to town on his holes. Cock tentacles sprouting from your greater demonic form and seeking out new holes. Not even caring about the blood or the carnage all holes would be yours. You were so busy in your depraved and insatiable lust that you don't notice that it is some demon that you are now fucking with two of your prime poles as the Storyteller who you are quickly forgetting waves goodbye and wipes away a tear realizing that you too were just another failure. You don't weep or realize what you've lost, you're too devoured and consumed by your own corruption.
BAD END