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Disclaimer - I usually warn my poor unfortunate readers about the upcoming lewdness in a story. This greatly supersedes such a mild precaution. This is lewd squared. This has gone beyond the speed of lewd and reached hyperlewd. This story duct tapes a bunch of lewds together to form a single sentient lewd, armed with a cannon that fires entire salvos of lewdness. Consider yourself warned . . . lewdly. (This is a work of pornographic fiction. Please do not read if it would be illegal for you to do so.)

Tainted Temptation

The high pitched silence rings in your ears as you open your eyes and gasp, slumped up against the side wall of your study. Pulsing orange and red energy swirling, the portal you opened still seems stable . . . You wince as you stagger to your feet, hand coming back streaked with red from your scalp as you feel the clotted blood matting your hair. Looking down, you can see that the circle is still intact. There should be no problem at all. She can do nothing to enter this realm until she agrees to do your bidding.

"Is that how it works . . ." Her high haughty voice echoes around in your head like stinging brimstone pebbles.

"Was that the best you can do?" You sneer, staring into the fiery abyss of the portal, squinting as your eyes can see the flickering tail that moves like smoke amidst the perpetual storm of flames. "Such an outburst will not unbind you, demon . . ." You look down to check the seal as you speak. Everything is in place. Everything is fine.

"Yes . . . Everything is as it should be." You can see her red eyes staring from her smoky vulpine muzzle. "I'm well and truly stuck until you decide to let me into your little hovel of a world." She snarks lewdly, licking at her thin animal lips with her black forked tongue.

You follow her maleficent eyes. She doesn't look to you, but to the floor on the other side of your study. The hard wood is burned . . . but not randomly with the force of the blast. There are two rows of charred splotches that almost look like . . . marks from paws!?

"I'm stuck here . . . but you've neglected my pets, mortal." Her eyes blaze as a deep growl rises to fill the room, not just in your mind, but a deep physical vibration that shakes you to the core.

You only have a second to duck before the hidden creature lunges, lurching over you and crashing against your apparatus table. Its body has a heavy feral canine lilt, oversized fangs jutting from its jaws as its spittle sizzles ominously against the floor. Its body is coated in ashy brown fur like that of a horse, with a bright orange shock of disheveled fur running down its spine. It has a thick tail that dwindles to a spaded tip, whipping behind it as it turns, heavy rear hooves clacking against the floor as it stares into your wide eyes. Two red knotted cocks bob underneath it, each leaking a clear string of demonic pre that scorches the floor like bubbling liquid sulfur as its growl shakes the air.

Your boots scrape against the floor as you turn to flee, cursing under your breath.

"You really didn't think it was only me you inconvenienced, did you?" Her laughter rings in your mind as something catches your foot and you topple forwards. A thick tendril rises through a miniature vortex on the ground, tough yet pliant, ebony and streaked crimson, pulsing as it wraps around your boot with demonic strength. "You need not invite me into this world, human. You only need invite me into yourself . . ." Three more pulsing tentacles rise from the floor around you, wrapping around your arms and legs as you shout and try to pull forwards, heat from their rubbery surface hissing against your clothing. If you could just reach your instruments . . . you could . . . no . . . You try to clear your mind, not wanting to tip your hand this early.

The hellhound is upon you in an instant, a mass of gnashing teeth and licking flames. You scream, voice going raw as the savage feral beast bites at your breeches, flames engulfing the fine cotton and weakening the suede belt so that when the creature yanks back, it tears your coverings to ashy tatters. The heat is immense, and you can feel your skin being singed as the beast's breath pants against you like a demonic smith's bellows.

But she wouldn't let it kill you . . . No, otherwise she would be stuck. You still have the upper hand. If only she would just . . .

"Oh, you poor fool." Her disdain reverberates inside of you, each of the demonic limbs wrapped around you buzzing with her influence. "It's not a matter of if. It's a matter of when . . ."

You've resisted torture before. Even serious burns can be repaired with the right salve. You try to steel yourself, limbs aching as you are held, forced onto all fours. The hellhound opens its slavering jaws, leaning in, a bead of spittle leaking down and hissing as it splatters against your rump, darkening your thin human skin as it thickens and twitches, raising up fluffy charcoal specks. You expect fangs and a grisly wound, but your eyes widen in shock as the slavering animal laps out with its fleshy forked tongue, sliding in between your clenched cheeks, pressing against your now exposed asshole, making you squirm at the hissing contact.

"Oh, you've experienced torture before, have you?" The vulpine demon's soundless words sink into your mind as the beast slathers your ass in an eager animal salvo of hot burning laps. "You are going to want this." You whimper as the caustic tongue scrapes against you, your muscles pulling and quivering . . . But it doesn't hurt anymore. Why isn't there pain? Instead there's only . . . pleasure? "You will beg me to fill you like an empty vessel: Like the needy little slut you are." Your cock throbs in need as she degrades you, dripping with arousal as the euphoria makes you hiss in through clenched teeth.

Her words bloom inside of your consciousness, but it's getting increasingly hard to focus on them as your ass wrenches with each hot slick wet ounce of contact as that hellish breath pants against your backside. The pain is replaced by obscene pleasure as the beast's corrupted saliva sinks into your skin. Your muscles strain and bulge as you pull against the hellish tendrils, fleshy pucker darkening and beginning to glisten and pulse, edges welling out: taut and impossibly tender. A wheeze of delight escapes your lips as the beast slides up and grinds his tongue against a developing fleshy nub that sets your mind alight with a blaze of corruptive euphoria.

"What a good little girl you make, moaning like a bitch in heat." There is a flush of warmth through your rear as she speaks, the edges of your anus welling out into a dark tight cleft, clit pulsing as her confirmation of your freshly formed femininity makes hot pleasure bloom in your loins. You can't help but feel some measure of arousal as she calls you a needy animal, even as you try to deny her influence.

You don't want it to be true. You are a man of high birth, but the throbbing of your tender new pussy overshadows the needy jerking and pulsing of your ignored human cock. You let loose a halting wail, huffing in breath as your eyes fall half lidded. The musk of the hideous beast wafts into your senses as his twin knotted cocks leak out hissing dribbles of slick burning pre onto the wooden floor, slowly blackening the surface with the heat. It still smells rank, sulfurous and bitter, but you can't stop yourself from huffing in more and more, nose beginning to darken slightly, like a paper held inches above a candle.

"That's right. You can smell him. You want to feel him, tight inside of you . . ." You whimper out as the canine creature butts forwards, huffing nose hissing against your darkening flesh, tongue straining taut against your swollen cleft before squeezing into you and ravishing the inside of your achingly empty pussy.

"No . . ." You wheeze. "That's not true . . ." And yet you can't stop thinking about it. Your mouth hangs open, a bead of drool running down your chin as the thought of one of those crimson knotted shafts sinking into you plagues your thoughts, making your swollen cunt pulse even as the beast's tongue stretches out deep inside of you, sloppy lapping noises filling the smoky air. It's not enough . . . That rank musk is inescapable, making your cunt pulse obscenely with need as your nose twitches and darkens further.

"Of course it's not enough, you poor little thing." She croons mockingly. "Your very existence is being in heat: Always available and needy, on your paws like a tempting little whore." The demon pauses, grinning as the hellhound laps out of your bulging ebon cunt with a particularly deep sloppy stroke, forcing a pitiful whimper past your lips. "Maybe you need something to emphasize that clenched pussy of yours, hmmm . . .?" The beast grinds up again and you squeal, feeling a great cracking heave, swelling hips bucking forwards as you squirm, pulling fruitlessly against the tendrils holding you in place, spine twisting in ways utterly alien to any human.

The tongue feels like it's lapping up further across your sensitive skin than possible, each crack bubbling up inside of you like an effervescent wave of pleasure as you turn to see the wriggling nub of an animal tail haltingly creaking out from your spine. This can't be possible. It isn't right . . . Your ass-turned-pussy wriggles as the forming appendage creaks longer and longer, the beast actually clamping down with its jaws and tugging as you scream in pained ecstasy, cunt tensing below it with muscular wrenches.

"It isn't quite right, is it . . . no . . ." She coos demurely. "No indeed . . ." You can sense her looking over you as the thickening tail erupts with fluffy, blood red fur, making your pussy under it quiver and strain as the hellhound growls and bites hungrily at your new appendage, tugging back as it creaks out to its full disheveled furry prominence. "That's a little better, don't you think? Drawing the eye down to your real purpose for existing." The hellhound snuffles down and laps into your turgid dark pussy again as she speaks. "There . . . Just let it wash over you, showing what a filthy little beast you are . . ." She ends with a lusty croon as the fur begins to spread down, fading to charcoal along your body with blazing carmine growing along your spine. It frames your pussy as it prickles up your hips like a cascade of hellishly blissful needles poking out of your skin while you raise your rump inadvertently, tail quivering to show your perverse need.

"There we go . . . That's exactly how an impish little fox should act. Good girl . . . You learn so quickly." You grit your teeth and try to close your eyes, focusing on the feeling of the wooden floor under your hands instead of her twisted praise, but it's impossible. Your palms thicken as your fingers tense, darkening into thin pads while your nails curl and dig into the floor with your struggles, breath coming out in a whining ragged heave. "You can't ignore being in heat . . . and neither can your new friend."

You yelp as you feel the hellhound leap up onto your back without warning, his heavy weight making your spine arch, creaking with feral strength and flexibility as the flame colored fur races up along your backbone. You shout out, straining against your smouldering bindings. Even as you try to pull away, you wonder . . . If the restraints weren't there, would you have the willpower to leave with the sudden feral heat blazing inside of you . . .? You can smell the heavy irresistible brimstone musk in the air as the beast's twin shafts jostle closer and closer to your engorged cleft while he wraps his paws around your waist, rear hooves clacking against the ground. You don't want this. You can't want this . . . But you pant ferally as your femininity quivers with need, a string of drool dripping to the ground as your tongue lolls out. His musky body calls to you, filling your mind with glorious depravity . . .

"Ahh, but you're in season, my dear. You want this more than anything in the world. You need something to stoke your inner flames . . ." She breaks off into laughter as the hellhound surges forwards, ramming its top shaft into your freshly formed orifice. It barely fits, your taut human slit creaking, edges feeling like they are about to split. You scream out a wailing yowl, body going tense as you see sparks in your vision, tail thrashing under his short furred bulk. His cum sizzles against your flesh as you writhe in agony, even as his musk makes lust bubble in your mind.

The hellhound seems to enjoy your anguish though, drinking it in as he slams in harder and harder, chiseled tip banging away at your unsuitable mortal entrance. "What's that, my dear? Is there something you want?" She croons with mocking innocence.

"Please!" You shout, muscles burning around your overfilled cunt, pain exploding out into your body. "Make it stop . . ." It comes out as a wheeze through your clenched teeth, even as your canines slowly press out between your lips.

"All you needed to do was ask . . ." Her words sink into your mind like an addictive drug as you feel your snatch begin to clench and swell. The edges bulge out, pitch black flesh throbbing as your clit is lost in the puffy taut folds. The pain is slowly ebbing, pulsing agony lost in feral need. His shaft sinks deeper and deeper as your insides widen and your labia throbs, distended edges pulling up at the top to a blunt fleshy ebon point. Your newly forming flesh smoulders with a lust that you never considered possible, edges quivering as you can't drag your focus away. Your humanity slowly ebbs as the sides swell larger and begin to bulge into tight animal folds.

It feels raw and carnal, desperate want blossoming in the pit of your stomach as your insides gain inhuman wrenching tensile strength, passage stretching deeper and deeper. Each jostling shove changes your twisting cleft more, a feral desire for sin blooming just as your dark labia pulses out into a tight, almost triangular shape. In halting, clenched squeezes, your canine spade forms, aching to be filled even as his thrusts spread you deeper and wider, sinking in under your wagging tail which bats against his side, making your new vulpine pussy clench in fitful bursts. You can feel every taut muscle twinge, your bulging spade beginning to spread wide with accepting animal need as he surges forward inside of you, a perfect fit for your inhuman sex.

It sizzles against your flesh, spreading you wide around the inhuman shaft as you whimper. The pre pumping inside of you is impossibly more potent than the beast's tongue. You hear the hellspawn's deep groan and can feel it rumble through your body as its slavering drool drips on your shoulders, spattering into stinging pleasure as carmine fur grows down your shoulders and up the back of your neck.

"Just look at that bulging pussy clench like the bitch you are. You love this, don't you?" She grins as the beast starts savagely ramming into you, turgid knot butting against your puffy feral spade. Its shaft lights up your insides as your engorged labia quivers, your inhuman elation welling out of you and dripping down onto the dog's other cock which strains and bobs under you, rubbing down against your pendulous testes, tainted pre fizzing against your loose human skin while it begins to darken.

"N-no!" You manage to strain out. You can't lose yourself. You have to keep her out. If only for just . . . just . . . But it's so easy to lose yourself, that shaft filling you up, straining inside of your femininity as you clench and quiver around him, wrenching around the hot canine spire that dribbles fiery brimstone inside of you, making your belly squeeze and your stomach twist, forming a corrupted animal womb inside of you: empty and begging to be filled with fresh demonic seed while your developing instincts begin to guide your thoughts more than your reason. The mere thought of human sustenance makes a wave of nausea pulse up inside of you. The only thing your body hungers for now is more thick corrupted seed.

"No? You really are a little bitch then, already needing more just to be satisfied . . ." She purrs tauntingly inside your mind. "You'll just have to keep changing then, you lusty little creature . . ." Her words of praise echo around inside of you, making your body flush with pleasure, tail wagging in straining happy fits before you realize what you are doing. A thick onyx vulpine pelt spreads down your sides, a blaze of red rising up to prickle at the back of your head, forming into a canine scruff, your developing hackles raised as you shiver with need, skin loosening and twitching as if begging someone to pin you down. That wasn't what you had meant at all . . . You don't need any more. You want this terrible torture to stop . . . But even the mere thought of the hellhound's bristly raucous body pulling away from you makes you whine. You gasp out as you try to figure out why that doesn't sound right, yipping as the great savage beast plows into your tender altered rear.

As the thrusts become more savage, his second dangling crimson cock jerks and splashes up strings of sizzling pre against your own human member, darkening the taut skin as it begins to throb. Your moan turns into a shriek as the creature bends in over you, wide lethal jaws clamping in against the developing ruff of fur on your neck. He jerks your head up so that it's facing the swirling vortex as he humps you with mindless canine vigor, making your pussy leak and bulge as his knot rams fruitlessly against you, over and over. Even as you struggle, it feels so right to simply let the burly creature bend you to his will, rocking your body with every thrust. Just giving in would be so easy . . . So utterly fulfilling . . .

"I bet you want to cum, don't you?" Your cock twinges at her words as the beast's juices sink into your bobbing length. Your balls clench, spine wriggling while your stomach aches with the need welling up inside of you. "Well, what are you waiting for?" She asks, giving your developing instincts the permission they need.

It must be some sort of trick. She's only trying to manipulate you . . . But you can't help yourself as the beast on top of you rams into your cunt over and over, making your turgid darkening shaft buck before your balls both squeeze tight, your jaws clacking shut as you begin to spurt out heavy ropes of pearlescent male seed against the planks under you. Although the clenching feelings wash over you, you can't even smell it, your paltry male essence dwarfed by the burning reek of the heavy demonic canine that growls and slams deeper into you with mindless abandon.

"That's a good little slut. Just letting all of your humanity splatter out against the floor." Her encouragement just feels so right, even if her words terrify you. There's nothing you can do though as trying to clench your body just makes you cum harder, cunt clamping down on the beast's shaft as he snarls, sinking into your torrid swollen spade, making your tail thrash out to the side, thick bloody fur bristling.

The feelings of his cock slapping against your own begin to change though, even as splashes of seed pour forth from your tortured manhood, sending crackling electric sensations up your bent feral spine as your cockflesh becomes slick and dark, completely saturated in thick molten pre. Your spattering seed begins to hiss and sizzle against the floor, becoming sulphurous and tainted as your balls pull in tighter and your shaft blazes with new-found heat. Instead of jerking up against you with every jet of cum, it begins to contract and throb, pulsing back in sync with your heartbeat, losing length every time you spurt out your male seed while the cunt under your tail is assaulted with a demonic single-minded need. Your balls tighten harder and harder, each orb quivering as your scrotum pulls taut against it, so tight it feels like they are sinking back into you, emptied of every last mote of your tainted masculine humanity.

Even though you just had the most intense climax you could imagine, your inexhaustible, corrupted body still clenches and quivers, hungry for more.

"Of course you want more. That was merely your mortality splashing out against the floor." You see a tail whisking around in the hellish portal as she reclines on empty air. "You still have human thoughts rattling around in that mind of yours. Shouldn't you let them out too? Wouldn't that just feel delightfully sinful?" Your breath comes out now in panting eager gasps that you can't explain, alien expectations rising inside the pit of your stomach. The mention of sin makes your will buckle, impossible thoughts percolating in your mind, temptation taking its toll on your psyche. You can imagine others being drawn towards you, seduced by your lust, changing as they toss their humanity away inside your torrid cunt, feeding your growing addiction . . .

As his red cock throbs and jolts rivulets of pre against your pitifully diminutive length, it pulls back further and further, sensations intensifying, becoming overwhelming as it finally squeezes into a rounded twitching black nub. You feel the hellish heat of his breath singeing the fur on your neck as your testes are absorbed, leaving only black glistening flesh that rapidly becomes puffy and engorged, leaking with a slick brimstone-laced need while your tail jerks wildly out to the side under his bulk.

"That's right, a single one just wouldn't be enough for you." She grins manically as the edges begin to well out, forming a deepening crease in the middle that makes you groan every time the wobbling canine shaft rubs against it. "You could never be happy without taking each of those hot throbbing shafts inside of you . . . Filling you twice like the breeder you really are." Her red eyes shine through the fire of the portal as she watches you with rapt interest, seeing your eyes widen and dilate, crimson seeping into the edges as the whites darken. Your breath halts for a moment as the point of that dripping lower member grinds against the ebon button clit that your former cock has become. The pleasure causes you to arch your back, spine creaking as your hips crack into a decidedly bestial position, his shaft sliding inside of your new clenching cunt, your insides squeezing and tensing around him. Waves of muscular contracting rapture bounce between the two shafts that slam inside of you with relentless corrupted force, your canine spades greedily clenching around them.

"There we go. You've got everything you wanted." Her smile is hardly beatific. "But, I can see that you're still not happy, are you . . .?" Those two shafts fill you from the inside, knots both slamming against your straining orifices while his saliva mats the fiery fur of your neck, even as it creeps up your scalp, shaggy nappy sanguine fluff overtaking your human hair. The demonic tentacles are beginning to tug and squeeze, encouraging you to rock back into the eager hellhound as your vision starts to blur from the sheer need building inside of you. "You could feel so much more if you just let me in . . ." The thought of another creature filling you makes a shiver of ecstasy ruffle the blaze of fur on your spine.

Your mouth opens automatically. "Y-ye . . ." Wait . . . No. That's not what you want at all. If you can just last another instant, just resist the delights of those rock hard blazing cocks sinking inside of you, tickling your torrid wrenching insides that pulse and throb: black as sin and twice as addictive. You can't deny the pleasure, and resisting it only seems more and more impossible . . .

"Oh no . . . You shouldn't be having second thoughts. No, that would ruin the whole experience for a mindless little slut like yourself. Here, let's just help you stop thinking so hard about every little thing . . ." The tendrils wind in further around your arms and legs, curling tips reaching under you, searing through your shirt before they make contact with your bared chest. You can hear your flesh sizzle, and you want to recoil, but it feels so good, making you struggle and mewl inadvertently, pressing into their touch as the tentacles rub at your stiffening nipples.

The black ashy fur from your flanks cascades under you, tingling as it rushes in around your chest which wells out into two distinct bulges. Your nipples begin to jostle as the beast continues to fuck you from behind, the bulges not quite growing to human proportions, just forming into teats that would belong more on an animal than a human. The extra stimulation weighs on your already overburdened mind, making your mouth hang open, tongue growing longer as your drool runs down its flickering length and dots the wood under you with smouldering burns.

"Of course they don't belong on a human. Look at yourself. What human would be enjoying this?" She looks down over you as the tentacles move lower, grinding in under your chest, scorching two new dark nubs of flesh that rise into another set of nipples as you shake and quiver, feeling them caressed as they rise into more fleshy hanging teats that are quickly subsumed by luscious fur. "You're being ravaged by a beast from the depths of hell, and you're loving it." Your body twists each time those twin cocks sink inside of you, his teeth clenching at your tuggable ruff while his guttural growls resonate through you. Each of your cunts is stretched wider and wider before he pulls back and rams forwards over and over again. Those knots are massive, seemingly big enough to tear you in two, but the idea of them sinking inside of your torrid vulpine pussies simply fills you with unquenchable desire.

"You're nothing but a mindless beast yourself!" She bursts into mocking laughter as the tentacles raise up another set of pillowy mounds on either side of your crotch before dividing their attentions, slithering and twisting at your animal nipples in random tight wrenching patterns, making your bestial teats ache and glisten with dark corruption. It's impossible to keep your thoughts lined up in your mind, every synapse firing wildly out of control as more and more of your body becomes corrupted by raw bestial lust.

You shiver at the thought. Wouldn't it be nice to just let go? To let yourself be used by your feral mate? Letting him fill you with litters of demonic kits? Only living as a twisted vulpine plaything for whatever is seduced by your raw blazing pheromones? Shaking your head, tugging against his jaws, you struggle to keep your sense of self while your stuffed clefts both bulge and pulse, welled-out edges glistening as his knots strain in harder and harder with enough force to break a simple human. But you're hardly human now, teased teats jostling with corruption below you as your full fluffy tail wiggles fitfully, showing your complete and utter desire to be . . . No. You shake your head. These thoughts . . .

"They're all your own, my dear." She croons. "Don't they make it harder to enjoy yourself? Don't you want those restrictive thoughts to just let you lose yourself in the moment . . .?" You strain, lengthening teeth gritted as you try to ignore her. "No? Let's just take up some of thatempty space inside of you with something more worthwhile, shall we?"

Your breath comes out through your sharpening teeth as a high pitched vulpine whine, your ears straining back, muscles tugging at their bases as the feral brown beast lunges forwards on top of you. He doesn't pull back, hooves braced against the floor as both of his knots grind against your cunts, spreading them painfully wide as they pulse, puffy sin-black edges stretched taut. Tears leak from the corners of your eyes, the muscles in your legs tensing and bulging under your loose skin and shaggy fur, twisting into a more feral arrangement as the tendrils hold you against the floor, wriggling against your teats. You can't stand it, the agony and ecstasy blending together, burning through your synapses as you strain. Your mind is stretched taut, unable to deal with the pleasure and the pain . . . You can't get away, the only way is to . . . to . . .

You yelp wildly as you rock your increasingly feral body backwards, pussies straining around his massive carmine bulbs before both of his knots finally slam home inside of you, drawn in by the inhuman strength of your clenching vulpine spades. The beast's jaws loosen, letting your neck ruff slide from them as his bulky body forces you down against the floor. The hellhound's thrusts begin to drag you back and forth against the planks, grinding your feral teats against the rough boards, leaving glistening black charred streaks as they leak out their molten corrupted milk, squashed up against your writhing form.

The beast's overpowering musk fills your huffing black nose as he jolts out eager splashes of pre deep inside of you. Your legs strain back, bones cracking as the thick fur splashes down them, your thighs thickening as your calves pull shorter, ankles snapping, pain lancing through you before they jerk into a more bestial position. Soon, you pull up off your knees, feet straining as they spread against the floor in a fully digitigrade stance. Dark keratin seeps around your toes as they tense and pull together, curling against the floor while they are covered in a jet black smoothness that crushes them against one another. Bones pop and creak as you realize you can't uncurl them, thick coating clacking against the floor as it splits into an ebony cloven hoof, stomping at the thick planks under you as you howl out in pleasure, body rocked by the hellhound's wild panting gyrations.

"What is it that you want?" The hound's tongue laps up mindlessly at the back of your fur-covered head, his thick savage fangs nipping and pulling at your ears, tugging them out into fluffy canine points as they flicker and twitch about with every body-wide clench of bliss. "Say it . . . "

You can't help yourself, tongue lolling out as you open your jaws. "I want . . . I want more." You beg, voice twisted with lust, almost unrecognizable with its bestial, feminine tone. It's so hard to stop yourself from saying anything else, even as your mind continues. You want to feel those fat throbbing dicks inside of you fill your insides with corruptive seed. You want your belly to bulge with demonic kits. You want to clench around those knots till the hellhound above you is spent and whimpering . . .

"That's a good girl . . . for a start."

Her voice burns into your consciousness, her praise making you feel elated as it sinks into your psyche like honey and brimstone, making your bent tail wag in eager bursts which only causes your insides to clamp down harder. Your hooves strain back at the charred planks as your entire body squeezes around him with infernal need. And with that, the hound bays from atop you, jaws descending and latching onto your neck, his feral balls tightening as his cocks both strain and then erupt inside of you. You feel the molten seed flow into your corrupted wombs as your jaws begin to creak, skull pressing forwards as your teeth sharpen. The beast doesn't stop ramming into you, your cloven hooves clattering against the ground as your insides are filled and you feel the heat begin to seep out of you, dribbling from your two stuffed cunts, erupting into flickering flames as it hits the floor.

The fur races down your arms and up past your cheeks as your lips blacken and pull back, revealing your demonic vulpine fangs. Your tongue flickers up at the roof of your mouth, feeling animal ridges develop there as your pink fleshy rasp swells out, flattening and widening as the tip splits into a fork that soon licks out up across your nose with both straining tines. You can smell his hellish chemical musk, brimstone and raw animal passion sinking into your senses as your nose darkens, glistening, leathery black, and haltingly pressed out to the tip of your forming animal muzzle.

You can hear the demoness trying to speak in your mind, but you don't have the mental resources left to even comprehend her words as language is overshadowed by the waves of hellish pleasure wracking your body. Those two shafts simply don't stop, arcing up and pumping your wombs fuller and fuller, filling you with future hellspawn and thick brimstone tainted sustenance as your ebony insides writhe and twist around him like a velveteen iron maiden. His clenched jaws yank back at your neck, forcing you to look up at the ceiling while your body goes limp, submissive instincts flooding to the forefront as the true force of your dual feminine orgasms wash over you.

Your barking yips encourage him to slam into you, begging him to stuff you fuller as his cocks strain inside of your torrid fleshy channels. He redoubles his efforts, thrusts jackhammering before your eyes widen, the pleasure welling into your mind, red creeping into the edges of your vision as your pupils draw into sinister vertical slits. The rest of your eyes burn into a luminous bloody red as the demonic essence courses through you, eroding what's left of your human soul as your body twists and wriggles in climax around the hellhound's twin gushing knotted fleshy spears that fully impale you, pointed tips lodged into your writhing black wombs.

You yap out, lengthening tongue lolling as you whine, insides wildly spasming while you twist against the beast that bucks against you. Your lips stretch forward as your muzzle surges out with a crunch, thin black edges revealing your white interlocking fangs. As your body quivers, your nose twitches, and you can smell your own acrid tang on the air, peppery and feminine, laced with the reek of demonic passion as your body becomes more and more bestial. Your demonic rear hooves clack against the floor, the muscles under your plush dark fur straining as your pussies clench and spurt out dribbles of your own tainted lust that slides down, matting the beast's sheaths before dripping to the floor and sputtering into flames.

It isn't until those twin shafts slow in their pulsing and your powerful inner walls begin to still that you slowly begin to come to your senses.

"You didn't understand a single thing I said, did you, you silly little bitch . . ." The demon reclines in the portal, ashy tail curling around her incorporeal form.

Suddenly your thoughts return from the pleasured ether, and you try to pull forwards, padded hands grasping at the floor as you find yourself still restrained by the glistening ebony tentacles and doubly knotted to the hellhound as it clenches its jaws around your neck and growls out a low menacing note. Your thoughts are still muzzy, your body still resounding with lustful bliss, but something itches at the back of your mind, telling you to flee soon . . .

"And what would you do, my stuffed little vixen? Where would you go?" She laughs, watching you struggle in vain. "Here. Let's find out . . ." The tentacles uncoil from around your limbs. They leave faint black streaks of inky corruption in your charcoal fur as they slither back into the twisting black splotches on the floor, seemingly disappearing into the pulsing scorches. The hellhound growls again, but slowly his jaws unhook from your thick ruff almost reluctantly.

Could this be? It feels like a trap . . . You pull forwards, hooves scrabbling before you let out a yip as those two knots strain painfully at your torrid leaking cunts.

"Not really a stunning performance, pet." She chides you, wicked grin floating in the portal.

You can't let this happen. You need to get away before it happens.

"It? What's this . . . Ohh?" Her attention snaps back to your predicament, grinning as you brace yourself and jerk forwards. The hellhound lets out a gruff snarl, feeling his knots tugged forwards by your greedy clefts. Tears stream from your slitted eyes, evaporating immediately from your demonic heat as you pull away and eventually topple forwards, his cocks popping out with lewd sucking noises as you slide across the floor in a tangled heap.

"How amazingly spirited . . ." Her tail wags sardonically. "It's going to be delicious when your spirit breaks." She watches as you try to stand, only to fall forwards heavily onto your hands, legs no longer suitable to walk upright like a human being. You try to scrabble with your bestial hind legs, but all that does is make your cunts pulse and weep out clear tainted pleasure, rife with the scent of the hellhound's cum. Three clattering, wobbling steps is all you can take before you collapse. The immediate overwhelming need that radiates from your dual femininities is more than you can take. Instead of using your dark, thick-nailed hands to crawl forwards, you reach back under yourself, brushing past your leaking animal teats, curling in your flexible bestial spine as your hoofed legs splay out. Your slitted eyes glance down, twisted red vision focusing on your cunts, fingers probing in, making you moan as they brush against your swollen canine labia. The hellhound watches with barely restrained lust, pointed tail slithering against the singed floor as it pants in your needy scent.

"You already miss it, don't you? Being stuffed like a little bitch . . ." You don't answer, forked pink tongue lapping up over your sensitive nose as you bury your fingers in your lower torrid pussy. You don't need him . . . You don't need her . . . You can just smother that flame burning inside of you by yourself, and then escape. But just a few fingers aren't enough. You reach in with your other hand, squeezing around the edges of your other thick slippery spade, stroking your labia before parting it and grinding against your obscured clit. You growl out, having to squeeze and pump in rougher, burying three fingers in your lower snatch and clamping around your upper one. Both quivering orifices gush out corrupted passion, leaking over your hands, but it's still not enough, even as the muscles in your arms bulge and your dark nose huffs in your own frustrated lust.

"It's never going to be enough for you." She condescendingly chides. "You can try and try . . . but you're never going to be satisfied. You're just damning yourself as you even attempt it."

You growl out, rocking your hips against your hands as best you can, tail thwapping out against the floor needfully. Your glistening hands start to tingle, muscles tugging under your skin as the onyx fur at your wrists spreads down your fingers. As it does, it becomes harder and harder to bend your digits, making a whine rise to your lips. "No . . . No!" You panic, pressing in harder. Your fingers thicken and bulge, fat leathery pads swelling out as they all squeeze together, too short to properly fit inside yourself. It's almost impossible to grasp at your bulging labias as your thumbs jerk haltingly down towards your creaking wrists, becoming nothing more than inflexible dewclaws. As you coat your bulging fingers in your own firey lust, you realize that it's those very same fluids that are causing the changes, stealing away your human hands . . . But you can't stop . . . The heat. The need . . .

You wheeze in unfulfilled frustration, palms swelling into pads as you feel the bones in your hands creak longer. As your nails curl and thicken into dark claws, you feel them rake desperately over your quivering black flesh. It makes your spine twist, but it's still not what you need.

The hellhound leans down, lapping his tined tongue lustfully over both of his still-throbbing shafts as he watches you with feral black and red eyes, just as bestial as your own. "You don't have anywhere to go . . ." Her voice makes you whine, paws uselessly scrabbling at your cunts. "I could help you. I could give you everything that a little breeder like yourself wants. You could bring others to yourself . . . tempt them . . . change them . . ."

You try to ignore her. But those words make your desire rise from a spark into a roaring blaze. If only you could just quell your pulsing swollen black-lipped need. Your paws scrape uselessly against yourself, upper orifice quivering under your fluffy red tail as it bats irritably. But you can feel your own panting breaths . . . sinfully hot against your torrid snatches. Your body is so flexible now . . . You splay your hoofed legs out as you crane your head in, feral spine cracking, permanently bending into a quadrupedal alignment as you find it impossibly easy to butt your black leathery nose against your two bulging vulpine clefts. Your shoulders snap harshly before your other arm joints jerk out into bestial limbs, unsuited for being used as anything but another set of feral legs. You don't even care that you're dooming yourself to walk on four legs for the rest of your life. Your need is the only thing driving your mind. A shiver runs from your flickering ears all the way to your now swaying tail as you inhale your own irresistible odor, like dark spiced sin. You salivate as your long wide pink tongue lashes out, forked tip dragging up both of your pussies.

"Hmm, you can't even resist yourself though, can you?" The demon watches with rapt attention as you are drawn forwards. "Not that you'd ever want to . . ."

The flavor blazes into your senses, your perpetual need coating your tongue, twin tines beginning to darken as you are drawn forwards. You bury your snout against your welled-out lower lips and press your twisting tongue into yourself, hooves peddling in the air. Your insides wrench around your animal rasp, spurting out corrupted essence that you slurp up eagerly, burning wonderfully in your throat as the pink all fades to luscious velveteen black, tongue pulsing longer and more serpentine as you devour your torrid insides. As you lick, your face crunches all the way forwards into a fully vulpine muzzle, no trace of humanity left, whiskers twitching as a pressure begins to pulse and throb behind your ears. But even though electrical pleasure crackles through your body, your other cleft twinges with abandoned need. You switch over, hungrily eating out your other cunt, lapping out your lust and tasting your coppery bulging black flesh. But even as your flexible inky rasp sinks in under your tail, your other orifice begins to pine needfully again for more.

"That's a good girl. Just lap up that human soul. Clean out what's left inside of you for me . . . Feed your hunger for base humanity . . ."

You pull back with a snarl, thick burning juices dripping from your muzzle. You want to threaten her, but instead of words, all that comes from between your feral jaws is a yapping growl. Try as you might you're completely incapable of forming words . . . You can't even remember what they should sound like, but you don't have time to consider the implications. Every moment that you don't lick at yourself, the heat comes back twice as horrendous as before. You bend in again, lewdly splayed as you wildly try to divide your attention between your glistening femininities. With every lewd desperate lick, your humanity ebbs, slurped up by your hungry ebon maw. Your skull pulses and there are two red hot twinges of pain as a set of sharp curled horns begin to grow from the back of your skull, twisting and throbbing as you keep desperately trying to quench your need, ears flicking up against the thickening ridged solid bases.

"There you go . . . nice and clean: hot and needy. Willing to do anything to be bred by another." Her words are louder, seemingly booming inside of your skull as your horns continue to grow, demonic calcified barbs rising from along your red fluffy spine, the stunning color of dried blood contrasting with your singed dark fur. Your motions become frenetic, plowing into one cunt and then the next, eyes squeezed shut as you strain out frenetically inside yourself. You lash wildly before pulling back, lapping up your sweet corruption before snapping up and pressing your snout against your other neglected snatch, sparks of pleasure flickering in your red-hazed vision.

You growl, feeling your lower cleft begin to clench and pull, spurting against your thicker corrupted tongue. The orgasm rocks you, but even as you wheeze, pulling back and ravishing the glistening plump black spade beneath your tail, your tainted enjoyment just makes you crave more. You can't get them to sync up, blinding need overrunning your mind as you are enveloped by the need for something more. The hellhound's cocks jerk out dribbles of smoking pre against the ground, his arousal evident as he watches your ineffectual lashing. You need him . . . or anyone . . . just someone else to tell you you've done well, to praise you, to fill you . . .

"Now you're ready." Her words make your limbs shake like a stringless marionette. "You know I can bring what you desire. I can give you more than you could conceive. We can seep corruption out into this world, bringing others to fill you: an endless stream of corrupted beasts to lose their souls as they fill your every clenched, tight, needy hole."

The promise envelops your mind, even as your slurp wildly at your clenching ebon insides, splashing out sizzling sulphurous lust against the base of your tail and the floor below you.

"All you have to do is show me. It's that simple." She croons, excitement growling in her voice. "Just pad over and lap up that last puddle of your discarded humanity. Consume your seed like the insatiable breeder that you are."

A new odor drifts to your nose, even as it prods against your pitch black spades. You pull back for a second, huffing. It smells of weakness, but weakness is temptable . . . consumable . . . You lick your lips, rolling up onto all fours, shaking paws and hooves braced against the floor before you step over slowly, tail curling up eagerly as you move. Your slitted crimson eyes are fixed, spittle dripping from your jaws as you scrape your black tongue out over your animal chops. There's nothing more in the world that you want. Her words guide you, drawing you forwards as you lean down, sniffing in a vaguely familiar weak human scent before opening your jaws and lapping at the puddle of warm seed.

"Yes, my pet . . ." Demonic joy blossoms in her tone. "Show me."

You scrape out, tongue leaving scorch marks against the wood as you begin to lap up the copious human essence like a starving kit. This lewd corruption is your sustenance, the idea of any other food completely forgotten: unfathomable, as the heady basic flavor boils against your tongue. As soon as you give in, following her whims without thought, the vortex of the portal swirls, a fiery pseudopod extending towards you. But you could hardly care less, hot gnawing hunger driving you to lick up every last drop of your past seed, leaving the floor scorched and your quivering spades begging for stimulation.

The flaming bulge seeps over you with the sultry grace of an inferno. Two streams of her essence start to pour into you from behind, stuffing your torrid cunts as she courses into you. Your elation is doubled, body contracting wildly as her own thoughts begin to bubble into your mind. You arch your back, raising your heavy horned muzzle as the swirling orange-red heat surges in through your mouth and nose as well, coursing into your throat and lungs. Her figure begins to fade from inside the opened portal, taking material form inside of you as your body quivers and shakes, her acceptance and praise making you beam and pant, raw pleasure building up inside of you, percolating as you want nothing more than to serve for eternity.

"What a wonderful, mindless little vessel." Her words cause molten euphoria to flush through your body like nothing you ever imagined possible, your twin cunts clenching out a twin spatter of pleasure as she siphons into you, filling you fuller and tighter. "You're perfect." You gargle against the raw demonic energy flowing down your throat, praise making you feel sluggish and pleased.

The hellhound steps forwards, licking over your thick curled horns as his mistress is granted physical form. His cocks jostle as he whines, leaking out hissing drops of need against the charred planks below you both. Her thoughts fill you fuller, your own mind becoming docile, irrelevant, accepting her control as you orgasm over and over again in rapid fire succession, teats all weeping out black corruption that drips below you as you are filled from every angle. You nearly lose yourself in the waves of scorching praise and devilish pleasure as she stretches your muscles and opens your maw wide, eyes blazing with malefic crimson light as you are subsumed by the crooning demonic haze.

Most of her ethereal form has surged into you when there is a shattering noise, and then a creaking hiss from the center of the room. The edges of the portal burn blue for a second, streaming gray streaks rising into the flames.

"What!?" She speaks with your jaws. You stagger back as she looks up towards the portal, ears folding back. She isn't happy . . . Why isn't she happy? "This can't be . . ." You whine as she combs through the memories that now seem so foreign to you. "It can't close now. I'm not finished. I'm not . . ." You feel the intense pain sear every one of your synapses, lancing through your body as the portal flickers and then changes, cascading through a series of gray and alien landscapes. It feels like losing a limb, the demon unfinished even as she is severed like a taut string of yarn and stuck inside of you, knocking your feral form to the ground. It leaves just enough room for your corrupted self to fold your ears back and whine in confusion.

Her wounded thoughts raze through your mind, finding what you had tried to avoid thinking of before you had completely forgotten: a fail-safe. Saltpeter and silver mixed in a sealed vial, to break the circle you had used for summoning if you were incapacitated. It didn't seem like any of that mattered at the moment, more than the fact that it had made your mistress angry with you . . . and . . . frightened? You lower your carmine tail, unsure what to do.

"You fool!" She hisses through your fangs. "You've unmoored the gate. Not even a mortal could be so idiotic . . ." She looks up towards the portal as it swings wildly through the planes before halting, drawn to the inky blackness of the void, millions of spindly creatures swarming in the pitch infinity. The hellhound barks out in deep booming reports, hackles standing out as it steps back in fear.

Your eyes go wide as her terror makes your blood turn to ice. "We must close the gate . . ."