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I present to you in stunning 3D, the conclusion of the 'curse' series. Thank you to all my fans who have helped me build the confidence and support to turn this from a one-shot into a four part series. I hope the finale does not disappoint.

Warning: The following contains some pretty graphic scenes of homosexual acts between two adult males. Some of the more extreme scenes contain domination/submission, cock vore, and demons. If this is offensive or illegal, please turn back now. Don't say I didn't warn you. Story tagging appropriately.

The Curse Broken: A New Birth

by Declan Xavier

Mir was practically dancing in his own skin. He was so excited for what was going to happen that night. It had been a month since he and Declan had come to their new agreement, and it was time for Declan to pay up. There were at least half a dozen more victims spanning three states than there had been a month ago, and that was more than what was required to fulfill the contract. Mir would have a new life, and would be rid of the syndrome he had wanted so much.

G.I.G.A Syndrome, the weird genetic mutation that allowed males and females to consume others via their genitalia and turn them into eggs and sperm, had been a going kink for Mir in the weeks proceeding his first encounter with Declan. He watched news reports, read medical journals, and even found websites dedicated to the more raw, sexual aspects of the syndrome. It had been the one thing that Mir had truly desired, and he had never been refused before.

Of course, the old saying of 'be careful what you wish for' had come back to bite him below the tail. The lion had traded his soul for the ability, and as a result, had spent a month of his life as a soulless creature, a beast on two legs. He had known hunger and lust, and dedicated his waking hours to sating those desires. With the new syndrome, however, came a new desire, a second type of hunger. He had two modes: full and empty, and his body was constantly in a state of trying to get to the other mode as quickly as possible.

Then the demon had made him a second offer, collect three souls in a month, and Mir would have his normal biology, a fresh state, and the luck of the devil on his side. He readily agreed, and immediately set to work. In fact, that night alone he had bagged, so to speak, his first victim. After the panther in the alley, there was a female gazelle in a park, then a mouse at a gay bar, a pair of wolves at a truck stop, and perhaps a few others. Now, a month later, the demon was set to reappear, and rather than dreading it, Mir was anxious for it. There was a light in the tunnel, and he was about to break out.

Of all the possible ways that Declan could have appeared, Mir was not expected the manner he chose. There was a sharp knocking on the door of his hotel room. He started for the peephole, but then stopped. "Who is it?"

"It's Declan," came the familiar voice. The demon had first appeared as a genderless fox, and his...its voice had been soft and delicate, with undertones of dark seduction. It hadn't changed, even when he ended up in the body of Toby, a German Shepherd that Mir had a casual encounter with, something that Mir helped cause.

The lion let out a sigh of relief, half expecting an ambush from the police. He had gotten Declan to agree to protect him while he was on this soul-collecting mission, but that meant he had to put his trust in a demon. That hadn't worked so well for him in the past. Mir opened the door to the hotel room, getting the second surprise of the night.

Rather than appearing in the newly buffed-out body of Toby, Declan came in his natural form. Well, the form that he had first appeared to Mir in, anyway. Mir had to look down slightly to catch the eyes of the fox that stood in the hallway of the hotel. Thankfully, the vulpine was clothed as opposed to being as naked as the night Mir had summoned him. He was wearing a silk button-up shirt and a pair of designer jeans that probably cost as much as the hotel room that Mir had rented. The fox looked like he was ready for a night at a dance club, not meeting the lion in a 2-star hotel room.

The fox stepped inside, shivering a bit as he did so, and closed the door behind him. Mir walked further into the room, debating whether or not he wanted to take a seat on the bed. He decided against it. He was hoping that he could just give Declan the souls and then send him on his merry way. After that, he could collapse into bed and fall fast asleep. After that, this whole ordeal would finally be over.

"All right, so...where are they?" Declan asked, folding his arms over his chest and tilting his head a bit.

"They're...ummm..." Mir spoke, always becoming a bit tongue-tied around the demon. "I vored at least six furs that I can remember. That should be enough."

Declan chuckled, and Mir's heart practically stopped at the sound. "Voring furs and getting their souls are two different things, no? I mean, if you stab someone, you do not get their house. Souls are a possession like anything else. Did they give you their souls."

Mir swallowed his fear, making room in his throat for the words. "Not...exactly?" he asked, the lilt in his voice turning the statement into a hopeful question.

"Did you steal them?"

"Well...I thought-" Mir started, only to be cut off by the fox putting a finger to his lips.

"I did not ask you what you thought. Did. You. Steal. Them?" he asked slower, punctuating each word.

"I...isn't my voring them enough?"

Declan shook his head, and Mir's eyes went wide. "No, it is not. Unless you did something else to reroute their souls, all you did was send them to their eternal destination. Some of them may have gone up, some of them may have gone down, but regardless, they were never yours, and they are not mine now."

Mir's chest tightened into a ball, and he forgot to breathe. Could Declan be serious? This past month had all been for nothing? No, this had to be some trick of the demon's, some torture that Declan had invented to cause him to lose his will. Still, if the deal was off...that meant.

"Well," Declan said, breaking Mir away from his internal questioning and bringing his attention back out to the room. "It seems you have failed."

"Wait! I didn't know! You have to give me another month!" Mir screamed while backing away from the fox. It was quite a sight, the muscular feline being scared of the lithe, thin fox.

"That is none of my concern," Declan said frankly. "You told me you would be able to do this for me. For too long, your mouth has been writing checks your tail cannot cash. It is high time you paid for such arrogance."

Mir tried to speak, but he found his throat paralyzed. His eyes were locked on the fox's as though he was hypnotized. Mir's breaths came faster and heavier as Declan's pupil seemed to grow larger and larger in his sight. He tried to scream, tried to cry, tried to scream, as the darkness of the fox's eye took his vision, and all was darkness.

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"Wake up!" came a voice from nowhere.

Mir opened his eyes, or perhaps just became aware that he was awake. Wherever he was, it was dark, and cold. Mir slowly became aware of himself, the fact that he was stripped naked, the fact that he was shackled by the ankles to the floor. No, not floor, ground. He was kneeling on a kind of rough, cold stone that lacked the polished finish of a floor. He wiggled his fingers and toes, making sure that he was whole, at least.

As he tried to stand up, the lion felt a sudden, strong pressure on his shoulders that drove him back to his knees. He let out a yelp of pain as his kneecaps were reunited with the hard stone. Panicked, he looked around, but saw no one.

"Hello?" he managed to squeak the word out through his throat, which had suddenly gone dry. Mir could see his breath roll out in front of his nose and mouth in the chill.

From somewhere off to his right, he heard giggling, and saw something flash out of the corner of his eye. When he turned, however, it had disappeared into the darkness and the giggling became an echo which bounced away, taunting him.

"Who's there?"

"Who do you think?" came another answer, and another flash, this one to his left. Again, as soon as Mir turned to focus on it, it was gone.

"Declan?" Mir asked, his voice trembling for fear at the response.

"Congratulations," the fox's voice hissed from the darkness right in front of Mir, though the lion could not see him. "Now, care to venture a guess as to where you are?"

Mir's whole body shook. He could only come up with one possibility, but it was an option that was too terrible to make his heavy tongue work. He finally took a deep breath, swallowed, and forced himself to say it. "Hell?"

Another giggle from right in front of him made Mir fall back onto his tail, and he scooted backwards until the chain around his feet pulled taut.

"Two for two. I am impressed. Now, you're with me in Hell. That means you are..." Declan's voice came from behind Mir, and trailed off, allowing the lion to finish the statement.

"Dead." Mir said, defeated.

As soon as he said the word, it was as if someone flicked on a light switch. What was cold and dark was now bathed in a red light. It felt as though a massive furnace had suddenly kicked on, as the temperature went near freezing to boiling hot. Mir was, for the moment, glad to be nude at the sudden blast of heat.

With the darkness gone, Mir could see that he was not as alone as previous thought. All around him, there were others, others like him, and others that were definitely not like him. Just from what he could see, there had to be dozens if not hundreds of others, mortals like himself. There were also just as many demons holding whips, chains, knives, and pitchforks, or just with monstrous claws extended.

As he saw them, he also began to hear them, the sounds of whips cracking, of stones grinding, of chains rattling. Mir heard the groans of souls, the screams of the damned, the cackling laughter of the demons. He folded his ears back against his skull and bared his teeth, trying to block out the noise. It was impossible, though. There were just too many of them.

Only when he felt something land on his shoulder did Mir try to look up. When he did, he was nose-to-nose with an all too familiar face. Declan was grinning, literally, from ear to ear, his mouth now stretching farther than was natural, rows of sharp teeth gleaming in the red light.

Mir spun around, nearly twisting his bound ankles in the process, to get a better look at Declan. The fox looked exactly as he had in the hotel room, save for a few grotesque differences. As Mir watched, Declan began to change before his very eyes. It began subtly at first, so subtly that Mir thought it was a trick of the light at first.

Declan's face looked like was starting to melt in the intense heat, the tip of his nose drooping and his ears becoming more rounded at the tops. Suddenly, a roll of orange fur succumbed to gravity, disappearing into orange vapor before it hit the ground. In its wake was darkness, a black that made the area around it darker, the type of blackness found only in the void of space. More and more of the fox's form dissolved into mist with agonizing slowness, being replaced by patches of darkness.

After what seemed like hours, all that remained was a collective of darkness in a vaguely humanoid shape. Then, suddenly, it began to shake. The darkness flew off the form as if it were ink, scattering beyond Mir's sight and disappearing. After ridding himself of the blackness, Declan stood in what Mir could only assume was his natural form.

The sharp tips of horns caught Mir's eyes first, drawing his gaze done the tapers of bone until they ended in purplish tufts of fur at Declan's skull. Two long ears lay flat between the two horns, stretching almost the entire length of his head. Eyes that were green, without pupil, with no whites visible, stared with a malevolent intelligence at the lion, who continued to slowly take in the demon's new form.

The face was soft, the muzzle short, as Mir realized that he was looking at something resembling a hare but for a lack of buckteeth. The lion's eyes continued downward, taking in all the gentle curves of the rabbit-demon's shoulders, which were not broad and squared like a male's should have been. Its bare chest was covered by a pelt of soft fur the color of lavender, fur so thick that Mir could not see any definition to its muscles. Its frame was light, almost feminine, in the way that its stomach tapered below its ribcage.

At the waist, however, everything changed. While the upper half was light and feminine, the lower half was coarse and definitely more masculine. Thick, tangled black fur butted up against the soft lavender fluff just below where its navel should have been. Below that, thick thighs supported the demon as it balanced on a pair of hooves that looked as though they had been nearly sharpened to points. The only thing that its lower half lacked was any sort of sexual characteristics. Declan now looked like a satyr, save that its top half was that of a bunny.

"Welcome to your new home," Declan said, its voice still that same except for a new, almost taunting lilt. Mir looked up to see that the demon was smiling almost normally now. "How do you like it?"

Mir couldn't speak, couldn't even find words. His mind would not allow comprehension of his situation, and all he could manage was to open and close his mouth a few times, like a fish gasping for air. This reaction got a laugh from the hybrid demon, who bent over and grabbing the lion by the chin, pinching his lips together tightly, painfully.

"I liked you Mir, towards the end. When you first summoned me, I swore I would destroy you, but seeing you struggle and writhe, seeing you come to hate that which you wanted most, seeing the lengths you would go through to get rid of it made me think differently of you. I tasted your misery, I tasted your fear. I began to like that part of you."

"Pwease," Mir managed through his pursed lips.

"Please? Please what? Please send you back? I do not think so, especially not the way I left you. You had to get a hotel room on the fifth floor, did you not? That is a long way down, much longer than the mortal body can handle."

Mir's eyes went wide at hearing how he had died, and he struggled against the demon's powerful grip. He was rewarded by the sight of the rabbit's nails growing until they pressed into the tender flesh of the feline's cheeks. The demon held him there until he stopped struggling, and then for a few seconds longer before releasing him.

"I like you so much, I am going to make you another offer."

Mir growled, suddenly finding courage at hearing that. "I've had enough of your fucking offers!" he screamed as loud as he could. "I'm sick of the sight of you! I don't want to see you every again!"

Declan cocked his head to the side, then balled his right hand into a fist and sent it flying into the lion's face. The little demon packed more of a punch than Mir thought physically possible, and sent the bigger fur sprawling to the ground. "That's too damn bad," Declan retorted. "Perhaps you should hear the offer before you reject it."

Declan clapped his hands together, causing Mir to look up. His vision was still swimming from the sharp crack to the side of his face, but he could see something larger come to stand next to Declan, surrounded by a few forms that Mir couldn't quite make out in his state. Blinking the tears of pain from his eyes, Mir was finally able to focus.

Standing next to Declan was a fur that was about the size of Mir, if not maybe a little shorter. It was feline, but other than that, Mir couldn't tell what species. It was devoid of fur, the exposed skin as pale as ivory and marked with blue veins that would sometimes darken to purple. It, like the lion and the demon, was nude. It eyes were rolled back in its head, its lips were cracked and black, as was the tongue which lolled out the side of its muzzle. Mir couldn't bear to look at it for too long, instead turning to see the accompanying figures.

He gasped when he saw John, the panther from the alley, leading the feline by the wrist. He looked as though he had seen better days, scars already crossing his face and bare chest, and possibly other places. As he looked at Mir, he sneered and narrowed his eyes.

"I see you two know each other," Declan said with humor in his voice.

"He was one of my victims...he's...down here, too? What about the others?"

Declan shrugged. "Some of them are down here, some of them went up, like I said."

"What happened to Saul?"

Declan's response was only a thrusting of his index finger upward, and Mir let out a sigh of relief, that is, until Declan said something which caused his throat to seize.

"He genuinely loved you, you know."

"He...he did?"

"To you, it was always just a casual yiff whenever you were on the rebound. To him...he was always waiting for the time when you would come around and realize his love for you. You should have felt how hurt he was whenever you mentioned a new relationship to him."

Guilt caused Mir's neck to weaken. No longer able to support his head, Mir drove his chin into his chest, tears threatening to fall down his cheeks. He held himself together long enough to ask. "And Toby?"

"He went and joined the priesthood. You would be amazed at what spending nearly half a year possessed by a demon does for your faith. As soon as I left his body, it reverted back to normal. His family and friends are relieved at his safe return. He will live another forty-five years and die peacefully in his sleep."

"So everyone gets a happy ending but me?"

"Well, you and John here...and a few others. They genuinely deserve to be down here, and John made a special request to see you once you got down here. How could I say no to this pretty face? After all, you sure could not. Your ending does not need to be terrible, though."

Mir looked up, suddenly reminded about the offer that Declan had proposed. "What do you mean?"

"Do you see this fine specimen next to me?" Declan asked, gesturing to the grotesque figure. "He's the male you saw in my brothel a month ago."

Mir glanced quickly at the male, though there was no point. The last time that Mir had seen that male, if he truly was the same, he was in the mild of a pile of succubi.

"He is a corrupted body without a soul. You are a corrupted soul without a body. I propose merging the two of you, to create a new demon."

"And if I refuse?" Mir countered.

"Look, you are going to spend an eternity down here, one way or another. You can either be a soul, chained to the ground and beaten forever, or you can become a demon like me. I leave the choice to you, but it is a limited time offer, and there is no going back, either way." Declan pretended to buff his nails while he waited for Mir to respond.

"I'll do it," Mir said, the reply coming with surprise quickness. "Make me a demon."

Declan's smile quirked wider, and Mir couldn't help the ice cold lump forming in his stomach, letting him feel that he had just made a terrible, terrible mistake. He figured that one more terrible mistake would be nothing on top of the mountain he had already made. He was in Hell, after all.

There was no second guessing, no confirmation that Mir was sure. Declan's form changed once again, but nothing as drastic as the first time. From between the furry goat legs of the demon, a pair of testicles began to swell like balloons being blow up. The sac continued to grow, and from the top of it, a sheath appeared like a stem. After a few seconds, Declan was back to being male, and sported a package that any porn model would find envious. Mir guessed that was the point, after all, envy was one of the deadly sins.

Declan's hands slipped between his thighs, one to cradle the newly formed, juicy orbs and the other to tease the swollen sheath. Mir watched, eyes transfixed on the demon pleasuring himself. He felt something stir below, surprised for a second that he could feel such things being a soul in Hell. He looked down to see his own erection starting to slide from its home. As he reached down to touch it, to toy with himself as Declan was doing, he felt someone strong grab onto his wrist and twist it behind his back.

John had moved with surprising celerity, pinning both of Mir's hands behind his back. Mir struggled, but couldn't break the panther's grip. He looked at Declan, the question written on his expression, but the demon merely shrugged while he continued to grope himself. "This is Hell, and that's a no-no down here."

Mir could do nothing but watch as he saw Declan's erection start to swell out, standing out red and prominent against his black fur. The meat practically sparkled in the crimson lights of Hell, looking slick and moist. The entire pole bounced a bit as it grew, and Mir caught himself nodding up and down, his head following the movement of the head of Declan's shaft. The length continued to expand and swell until it stood on its own. The foot-long tool stood horizontal from its home of black fur, the demon's thumb and forefinger just short of meeting as he gripped around the base.

"Does lion like the sight of Declan's penis?"

Mir nodded, still transfixed on the sight in front of him. This caused the demon to chuckle. "Well, he likes you, too. You look positively delicious."

Mir's attention snapped up to Declan's face, which housed a cruel, twisted smile. With a creeping sense of dread, Mir knew exactly what was going to happen to him. He struggled against John's hold, but it did him no good, as it only caused the panther to growl and grip him tighter. He knew that pleading would also do him no good. Declan said there was no going back.

The demon approached Mir, holding his shaft like a weapon. With just six inches separating Mir's nostrils from the glistening tip of the maleness, the musk threatened to overwhelm the poor lion's senses, and his struggles lessened. Somewhere in the back of his mind, something told Mir to stop fighting, to just let this happen, that it was going to be all right, that everything was going to be fine. The rational part of Mir's brain wondered if this was what his victims thought as he consumed them.

While Mir's mind was distracted, Declan grabbed the back of the lion's mane and pushed his nose forward until it encountered the cumslit. The demon shivered as the relatively cold nose of the lion touched the burning hot tip of his meat, murring lightly at the feeling. He continued to push forward though, Mir's nose splitting his hole like a wedge. The tip of Declan's shaft latched on, drawing more in slowly.

Mir got a shot of precum in his nostrils, and with it, a dose of undiluted musk from the demon. That quiet whispering voice in his mind suddenly surged into a rock concert, quickly overwhelming Mir's rational thoughts and sending them into a small corner, where they could do nothing but whimper and wait to be consumed entirely. Declan moaned loudly as he felt his shaft widen around to incorporate the lion's chin.

There was a wet, lewd slurping sound as the cock lurched, scooting up to the ridge where the lion's eyes and muzzle met. His jaw was clamped tightly shut in the muscles of the hot, musky tunnel, but Mir could feel the flow of pre slap against his lips and then flow around, lubing up the passage and soaking into his fur just outside the hungry slit. He had to close his eyes as he felt the cooler gel surge forth.

Declan's hold on the back of Mir's hair held tight as the head of his cock overtook Mir's eyes and ears, cinching at his throat. Declan let go to allow his shaft to consume the rest of the lion's head. The neck slid in without much difficulty, but then the slit encountered the shoulders, the hardest part of the prey to consume. In hindsight, Declan thought he probably should have ordered John to lift Mir's arms. The demon shrugged as his shaft continued to expand, a slow process, but a pleasurable one.

Mir, meanwhile, was treated to a pause in the ingestion process. He could hear the blood of the demon rushing around his ears, fueling the rod that was swallowing him slowly. The hot, musky air of the passage was hard to breathe, but Mir no longer need oxygen. He could feel his nether regions reacting to the pheromones that filled his nostrils. With the clamp no longer holding his mouth shut, Mir could let his muzzle open a bit, swallowing a bit of the precum that flowed generously to assist the voring.

The lion's mind snapped at the first taste of the demon's fluids, and his tongue snaked out of the side of his muzzle to lick the passage walls. A shiver went up Declan's entire body as he felt Mir licking him from inside, trying to clean off the walls of his penis with his rough, feline tongue. As a demon, he had superior control over his body, but at the same time, it felt so damned good. If Mir had any chance of getting out of being vored, this was as close as he was going to get.

"Keep licking, kitty," Declan whispered, stroking the bulging flesh that covered Mir's ears, teasing a vein that had grown more prominent with the introduction of the feline's head. "You have got a way to go." Declan snapped his fingers, the lock around Mir's ankle disappearing completely.

The cock managed to get the lion's broad, muscular shoulders inside the its 'mouth', sending a wave of precum down the lion's torso, staining the golden fur a rich, amber color. More wet slurps accompanied the sudden suction as Mir was brought up to his elbows in a single tug. John stepped back, releasing the victim's arms. He had already been vored once, and did not want to recreate the experience. He scowled as he watched the lion's form disappear into the ravenous monster cock, the tube of flesh bulging to show off the lion's form.

Declan tilted his cock upwards, lifting with all his strength to keep both cock and lion upright. The gravity aided the ingestion, and Mir slid down the tunnel until he hit another obstruction: Mir's erect shaft. It hadn't felt any release, but it was dangerously close.

"Help me," Declan order John, who simply nodded to a demon master and pushed Mir's penis up until it touched his stomach. Declan's cock slurped down the lion's groin easily, a moan echoing out of the tip of his shaft.

Mir's head was well into another chamber when he felt the wet, hot tightness grip onto the tip of his throbbing shaft and pull it all the way in. Soon, Mir's own untouched member was coated in the demon's fluids and was being massaged by the same muscles that had pulled the lion in so far. He roared with pleasure into the open chamber, sending a deep, reverberating echo back up the demon's length.

Mir kicked and wiggled as his legs and feet were ingested, the slit cinching tight behind him. With a few more powerful tugs, Mir was thrown headfirst into a pool of the same divine goo that he had been feasting on his entire way down. He swallowed a good mouthful on his way back up to the surface.

Outside, Declan rubbed his scrotum, now thick and heavy with the lion's form. He squatted, resting on his balls like bloated beanbags, easing the pressure on his back. It wasn't long at all before his testicles went to work, churning and bubbling. The normal narcotic effects of a cock vore's seed didn't apply to a soul, as they had no skin to absorb the chemical. Mir felt every cell in his body tingle as it was broken down and mixed with the same delicious fluid on which he had gorged himself for the last few minutes. He knew he was becoming demon seed, and he didn't mind at all. He cupped his hands, gathering a load of what was essentially him mixing with Declan. He took a deep, long drink, feeling his insides tingle in the same way his skin was as his internal organs broke down.

Declan stood up again, trembling at the immense pleasure. Now he knew why the lion had desired that mutation so badly. The thought had never occurred to him beforehand to do this to those he was destined to torture, but he knew that it was almost as pleasurable to the prey as it was to the predator if done correctly. Perhaps a modification or two was necessary to turn this into a right proper torment. After the churning stopped, Declan ran his paws over his swollen nuts. They had converted the bulky lion into the thick, rich cum.

"Locked and loaded," Declan said with a light laugh. "Now it is time to fire."

Declan moved slowly, his groin still electrified by the pleasure of its meal, over to the male that stood by, not moving from his position. "Are you ready, my pet?" Declan asked, almost tenderly. The male nodded mechanically. "Good. Then bend over and grab your ankles."

The soulless body did just that. Declan was a little bit sad to lose such an obedient creature, but soon he was going to sire a newly fledged demon, something that would obey and be able to handle more complicated tasks. Declan lifted the furless tail up and out of his way, taking a look into the valley between the male's cheeks. In life, he had been straight, and top. He was dangerously unprepared to take as prodigious a tool as Declan had, at least, without proper stretching.

Declan put a finger into his mouth, coating it with saliva before putting the tip against the ring of the male's tailhole. He pushed forward without giving any warning, and the male gritted his teeth. Without a soul, he couldn't feel anxiety or fear, only physical pain or pleasure. The feeling of the male's finger entering his tailhole caused him a bit of pain, and as a result, the muscles clamped down.

"Relax," Declan ordered, and was obeyed immediately. With the pressure on his finger gone, Declan continued to push until his entire finger was buried within the male's tight ring. He worked it back and forth a bit before withdrawing it. He licked his finger clean, and then introduced a second finger into his mouth, lubing them both with spit before he continued to stretch his new pet.

The male grunted and groaned beneath him, but Declan took no notice as the entrance beneath his tail grew more pliable and looser. After a few more seconds of stretching, Declan decided that it was time to introduce the real McCoy. He cupped a hand in front of his shaft, burping out a bit of precum. He rubbed the gel over the length of his rock-hard, throbbing shaft, lubing the entire length. With the rest, he put three fingers at the stretched entrance to his new pet.

The male grunted and growled, but another order from Declan silenced him. The demon worked all three fingers in and out before drawing them free and quickly replacing it with the tip of his member before the ring had a chance to resume its original shape.

The thick, powerful thighs of the demon male pushed forward, driving the tip of his shaft deep into the male with a single thrust. The muscles of his pet tightened, gripping the shaft and locking it in place. Declan growled. "Relax!" he ordered, this one practically a scream. "You are going to have to get used to this."

The male relaxed and let Declan thrust the rest of his tool into him, resisting the urge to tighten up again against the pain of the intrusion. The demon's cock filled him with a heat that soon caused the pain to ebb away, and he was only left with a sensation of uncomfortable fullness as his tailhole's virginity was taken. The demon started to pull his shaft out, only to drive it back in with a thrust of his thighs and a powerful grunt. The male below was robotic, mechanical. He just let it happen, and gave nothing back.

Despite the less than passionate yiffing, Declan was close to orgasm. His shaft was still tingling with pleasure from the ingestion of Mir, and the ass was so wonderfully tight that Declan only managed four pumps before he felt his balls surge. The load of cum caused his urethra to bulge beneath his shaft as it flowed out, firing deep into the feline's guts.

It fizzed like soda and burned like acid as it worked its way deeper and deeper into the male, the first load being pushed forward by the second and third. As he felt the seed settle in his stomach, the male felt a spark of from deep within. He grunted and started breathing heavily, drawing his tongue over his blackened lips, which had lightened to blue.

"What's your name?" Declan asked. The male underneath him grunted an answer.

"K...M...Muh..." the male mumbled, causing Declan to shake his head.

"Not enough has been introduced yet," he said, pulling his erection free from its tight muscle prison. The male clamped himself shut as soon as the thick, long demon prick was out of him. A load like that should have come shooting back out once the male was unplugged, but the feline's body had taken it all deep within him. He hadn't spared a drop.

Declan lifted his still heavy nuts, smiling down at them. "Come now Mir. Do not be shy." The demon rounded the feline, putting his hand on top of the bald head.

"You are going to have to take some more. Let us try this method, shall we? Start sucking."

The male's tongue lanced out and licked the head of the shaft, cleaning it of the delicious seed that had built up there. His saliva replaced the pre that had been used to lube it up before it was stuck in his hole, coating the first few inches of Declan's foot-long dick. The rough tongue cradle the underside of the demon cock as he drew it into his mouth.

The spark that he had received earlier awoke something deep within the male, and he began to suck vigorously at the shaft in his mouth. The smell of the demon's musk, and a small scritching behind his ear, only spurred him on to clean off the shaft of the last remnants of seed. He took all that he could into his mouth, and then down into his throat as he pushed his nose into Declan's pubic bone.

Declan grabbed onto the male's shoulders, letting him do all the work at the fantastic blow-job. He had settled down since his last orgasm, but the way the male worked over his shaft made it only a short matter of time before Declan felt more of the remnants of Mir poking behind his penis. Declan held on, though, enjoying the feeling of the tongue bath that his cock was receiving.

The male's throat closed and opened again and again on the tip of the shaft, trying to convince it to give up its prize. His tongue traced every vein it could find, dragging the rough top from the head to the base. He could feel the throbbing growing stronger and stronger, and another shot of the delicious precum told him that Declan was nearing his second orgasm.

The male pulled the shaft halfway out of his mouth, reaching up and grabbing hold of the thick base of meat. His other hand cradled the shaft that contained the last bit of the soul that he was to receive. He rolled the nuts around in his hand, feeling them ready to burst forth. He sucked harder, trying to suck the semen from them. He wanted it, he needed it, he didn't desire anything else.

Declan's hands suddenly jumped from the male's shoulders, weaving around the back of his head and shoving him roughly down. The tip of Declan's shaft slid into the male's throat just before it went off like a firehose. The bulge that the seed caused was visible as it was introduced to the male's throat. It looked like he was swallowing a dozen eggs as the demon fired of jet after jet of sizzling hot cum, adding to the already soupy mixture in the male's stomach.

As more and more demon spunk was given to the male, his skin darkened from pale white to pink. Fur began to grow, and his muscles began to bulge out thicker and thicker. The more he drank, the stronger he became, the more fervent he became in draining those testicles of their glorious prize. His tongue danced around the gushing cumslit, trying to lick off any remains it found there.

Declan grunted as he felt the last of his orgasm fade, the stream dying to a trickle and finally ending with a final spurt. The male sported a rather round belly that quickly faded and became lean, flat muscles on his torso and thighs. Declan watched with glee as the male's own genitals were also accentuated with the power of his seed.

Soon, the male tiger slid the shaft out of his mouth and stood, hands rising to his head where a pair of nubs stood. They would blossom into full-blown horns in time.

"What is your name?" Declan asked.

"Mir," the tiger said with a smile.

"Excellent. I am now going to teach you the rules of being a proper demon. You are now mine, do you understand me?"

Mir just nodded, flexing his biceps in his new, marvelous form. Declan's mouth quirked into another sadistic smile.

"Good. The first thing you are going to learn is your place. Show me that ass of yours."

Mir turned, flicking his tail up and bending over. He spread his cheeks to show the already abused but still delicious looking hole. He felt his superior's carresses on his taut rear, the occasional finger delving into the crack. He knew another rough yiffing was on the horizon, and this time, he would make sure it was passionate.

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