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They needed to fix the damn light.

His keys jingled uselessly as he continued to scratch every single spot except the keyhole. The hall was dirty and reeked of stale, cheap beer and weed. At the very least it covered up the mildew scent.

Was it the wrong key?! He brought the far too heavy key ring up to eye level, where in the pale orange light seeping leaking into the hall, it was indeed the right fucking one. He brings it down again, stabbing uselessly, though harder and harder in frustration.

He could just put the food down, sure, pull out his phone and use the light from the screen and open it that much faster. BUT THAT'S QUITTERS TALK, AND MAMA DIDN'T RAISE NO BABY-FACED BITCH.

Plus the ground was disgusting, and he wasn't gonna let the floor-stickiness seep into his hard earned dinner. It was bad enough that there were exhibitionists jacking off and cumming if he didn't shoo them away with the broom fast enough, and he's pretty sure Martin and his weird girlfriend have taken to pissing themselves out here. Whether it was due to being shitfaced, or also exhibitionists, he didn't really want to know.

"Buddha help me, I need to move out of this shit hole." He mutters to himself as he STILL. CANNOT. GET. IT. IN.

The sound of the rusted lock tumblers ring out into the empty hall, before opening to reveal a completely nude behemoth of a rottweiler, complete with glowing red eyes and a dripping cock, half hard.

"Hah. That's what you said." The vague approximation of a dog says as he tries desperately to push him more in, looking to his left and right to make sure that gossiping bitch Jedidiah wasn't out and about. "You know, when yesterday we-"

"What did I say about you opening the door?!" the very angry husky hisses at the towering man. "If anyone finds out-"

"Yeah, yeah, we've been over this before. But you've been gone all day and I could smell food and I'm starving." He says, pouting before his form crackles and shifts, teeth getting a bit sharper, horns growing out in a twisted curve, and wings of course sprouting out folded and compact. "Plus I remembered to conceal myself! I've been getting really good at mortal impressions too."

That was the problem, he thinks to himself as he heads past him and straight to the ratty kitchen just past the equally ratty couch. Rent was high enough, no need for his landlord to bring it up by revealing his demonic roommate. Though he's 90% sure a threesome could bag him free rent, but the pitbull was happily married as far as Mark knew. At the very least he reeked of pussy, so, not exactly a vote of confidence.

"What'd you get today, huh?" the demon dog asks excitedly, drool already- god it was everywhere. Not to mention the pre-

"Salad for me, burger for you." He looks at the grumpy husky expectantly. The dog lets out a sigh. "And those donuts you like, Jesus."

"Dude, super disrespectful. He's pretty cool you know." He says, pulling out a chair and flopping into it, the old thing creaking dangerously. "Man, when he did that keg stand in The Pit, classic Jesus!"

"Uh huh." He says, pulling out the food before sitting down himself to enjoy his well-deserved dinner. That is until he noticed his eating companion had _not_started to devour everything in his wing span. "Something wrong Bal?"

"Hmm . . . this all looks real good." He says, trying to tamp down a grin. And failing miserably. "But you know, Markus, I think I wanna skip right to dessert~."

"You can have a donu-" "I meant your ass!" He says, foiled at his half-baked flirting attempts. He leans back with a huff, showing off his massive body even while relaxed. There were pecs, of course, but honestly that bit of round and firm belly that just epitomized the (honestly unrealistic) muscle gut, it was mesmerizing to say the least.

"Honestly, you gotta loosen up. You're tense, I can tell. Demon sense. I can suffocate you a little with my tits if you want, I know you're thinkin' it."

"Just eat, you horny bitch." Mark says, starting to eat dinner. Bal does the same, letting out a harrumph before tearing into his burger. Paper and all. "It is an actual travesty that I can be attracted to you, incubus or not."

But certainly, it had it's perks. He wasn't into hypnotizing people into sleeping with him, something about "being a prince" and "if I can't seduce a damn mortal, most of which are incredibly horny all the time by the way, then I might as well forsake my pride as a demon!" or something like that. Long story short he was basically an escort. Which raked in a surprising amount of cash.

He still remembered the night he summoned him. Halloween, mysterious book, glass of wine, you get the picture. Fun night too, was actually incapable of walking the day after. And despite the (smitten but he wouldn't admit it) new "roommate" (boyfriend but he wouldn't admit it), he was genuinely happy with the company. Though he'd never say that much out loud.

"Man, that burger was juicy." Bal who has been waiting about five minutes for Mark to finish his own food before letting out his next masterful innuendo. "But you know what's juicier?"

"Those donu-?" "Your ass! Donut's aren't even juicy, just let me flirt with you!"

"Just eat the damn donut." He says, snickering, his tail wagging.

He just lets out a huff, reaching into the bag and taking out his favorite donut. Glazed. For, allegedly, the taste of it. But that also hasn't stopped Bal from saying the cheesy-ass line "glazing your donut" which was absolutely offensive to all senses. Even if he did cum a second time as he was being . . . glazed.

Bal brings the donut to his muzzle, taking a dramatic whiff. The dog actually smirks before opening his mouth wide, strands of drool visible before his long, demonic tongue slides out, going through the hole of course. Despite the barbs, the saliva seemed to be enough lube to stop the poor pastry from being absolutely torn apart. But he also knew the feeling was . . . intense. Shivers roll down the husky's spine. Out of sympathy of course. For the donut.

Mark takes a deep breath. He's hard, throbbing, probably leaking, has been for a while if he's being honest WHICH HE IS NOT, but he isn't gonna lose to some demon dog. They're both under contract to not cum without one another (a stupid bet), so he has advantage. Those big, fat balls needed to be drained hourly to keep the lust manageable, and sure corruption has upped his production, but he's had the advantage of hiding in the closet for years to control his urges.

Sure, was there actually no consequences to clearing the table, jumping up, and making out with his boyfriend demon before they came all over his second-best piece of furniture? Was it easier and probably better to just beg him to eat his ass until he sobbed, and then stick in his fucking muzzle until he was shooting blanks? Was it fun to get railed so hard you have to ask him to magic your legs so you can walk, which allegedly requires him plugging your hole with an ornate obsidian butt plug?

NO! because he has PRIDE as a SLUT!

Hot motherfucker is gonna work for it.

It was a bit surreal, seeing just how long his tongue could go. Certainly he's felt it. Slipping inside of him, drool dripping down his crack and to his balls, long and wiggling, breaching inside of him easily, deeper and deeper, even past that horse-

Jesus Christ, he was licking around the donut, showing off just how much control he had. So much tongue had slid through that now the hole, as wide as it was, was stretching to accommodate that thick, slimy, infuriating-

The donut tears, luckily. His tongue manages to catch the big chunk that had broken off, the rest hanging wet and limply in his grip. "Hm. Disappointing. Definitely not as good as . . . well . . ." Bal levels a leer his way. Stay strong.

Without breaking eye contact, he leans his head back and drops the rest of the donut in his wide muzzle. He swallows it whole, because why the fuck wouldn't he, and takes another out of the bag.

He spends a lot more time just rimming this one. Long streaks of saliva dripping down the donut as his tongue takes teasing swipes across the opening. Every now and then, the tip dips in, before returning to the surrounding. He almost wants to shout to just stick it in so he can go back to watching that inhuman tongue work again.

Thick, corruptive drool slides down the rottie's chin, even his tongue now was dripping on the table. There was no doubt in Mark's mind that this was because the demon was imagining him in place of the baked good, considering those glowing eyes refused to break eye contact. With their connection, it wasn't hard to see the image. Mark, held aloft by his supernatural strength, hole covered in drool as the tongue sloppily licked and lapped at his hole. The demon would get drunk on his scent, the sweat and musk concentrated by a long day at work.

It would be just what he needed. No riding, no leashes, just that tongue on his hole.

You know what he's worked for it plenty.

He stands up from his chair, the loud screeching from the chair not deterring the demon at all. "Bedroom. Now."

He gives the husky an innocent look as he retracts his tongue. "Hm? But I'm still having my dessert." He says, smiling innocently.

The husky, stifling a whine, only walks to the demon. He plucks the soggy donut from his hand and devours it in a single bite, the slimy drool only turning him on in a sickening sort of way. He swallows. "You can keep eating in the bedroom."

That's all he says before he turns to walk towards the single tiny bedroom. He smirks as he hears the demon growl lowly before quickly going after him.

If he wasn't so hard, the husky would be mortified at how eagerly he was presenting himself to this literal hellspawn. Down on the bed, on all fours with his ass up, he was at least glad his tail wasn't wagging. A small comfort soon shattered by the feel of Bal quickly lowering his pants, rough paws spreading his cheeks before a cold snout was promptly pressed against his hole.

He was taking deep breaths, as if trying to get high on Mark's scent. The dog could imagine the rottweiler's length hardening, already covered in a thin coat of slimy pre, the hellish fluid dribbling before full on spewing out.

The demon lets out a shaky breath, growling lowly. He raises a single hand, and with a snap the husky's clothes vanish in a small burst of harmless flames, leaving him naked and prone for the demon to violate.

The bed shifts as the rottweiler gets on the bed, putting his arms under the husky's thighs to lift his rump to muzzle level. Mark lets out a yelp as he loses balance, falling into the pillows as his rear end is lifted high into the air, legs squeezing around the

Mark tries to bite down on a yelp as the Bal lifts his entire rear up, arms under his thighs as he brings his backside up until it's pressed against his muzzle. His legs wrap around the demon's head as he falls into the pillows, and lets out a low moan as Bal lets his long tongue languidly slide out of his muzzle, licking all the way down to tease the husky's exposed balls before going up to slather his hole with saliva.

Maybe because they were, blech, "in love", or more likely maybe because the rottweiler was some lust demon lord, Mark could feel just how badly Bal wanted to ruin him. Fuck him open with his tongue before morphing it into a horse dick and fucking him with that, enchant him so he was constantly cumming until his mind broke, leave him gaping and gushing out cum and pass him along to all his buddies in hell to take turns before actually putting his cock in the poor dog. But instead he took another hit of the mortal dog's addictive scent before kissing and lightly teasing the rim of his ass, still slightly swollen and red from this morning's session.

The husky on the other hand was in hell. That tongue, so long, so vicious, so strong, gently teasing open his hole, only slipping in one or two inches at a time, it was agony for him. He was leaking and groaning, but he wanted more. He wanted to fulfill those dirty fantasies and pay back the little bitch prince with interest.

"I-I'm sturdier than a fucking donut, babe," he growls, looking down towards the dog, though from this angle he could only see his chiseled body and monstrous glowing red fuck-stick. "I want you to_Eat. Me. Out_."

His cock throbs as the dog lets out a growl, a thick stream of precum hitting the husky right in the face, hot and tingling as it seeps into his fur. Before he has time to complain though, the demonic tongue seems to shift and twist in him. Little hard nubs seem to grow on it, reminiscent of tongue piercings, and the whole tongue seems to get more muscular, stretching his hole with it's new girth. And without warning, it plunges deep into him.

Mark cums. He's tensed up, shaking violently as he sprays out his load on the poor sheets as the once gentlemanly tongue fucks him open, twisting and thrashing against his prostate wildly as each thrust inward is signaled by a wet squelch of spit dribbling down his ass hole. He howls and whines pathetically as the tongue bores into him, the piercings and the barbs rubbing his inner walls raw mercilessly.

He fully stands up, dragging the husky more off the bed until he's fully upside down, right at the level of Bal's engorged, angry red cock. He's been face to face with it plenty of times, but he can never get used to the heavy, spicy scent, heavy and humid as it filled his lungs. He can never get over the enormity of it, it's girth alone enough to break a novice's jaw, it's length comparable to an actual firehose. Then past that was the "decorations". A rottweiler through and through with his thick oversized cock, complete with a hefty knot at the base. But in his demonic form, the only Mark had the privilege of seeing as of now, had added on large fleshy nubs on the top and bottom like piercings, and the entire length was covered in feline barbs.

Without another word, he latches on, taking the thick cock into his muzzle, the salty, almost spicy flavor of the dog's cum tinged pre coating his tongue almost immediately. He's rewarded with another hard lick against his prostate, making him gag as he slips too far down on the cock, letting it slide into his throat too fast and too early.

Now Mark isn't a stranger to long, thick cocks. But just off an orgasm, blood rushing to his head, and his incubus boyfriend eagerly eating his ass out, he's choking. Tears are streaming down his face, thick drool leaking out of his muzzle as he gags and sputters on the barbed, knotted monster.

The husky holds his head still, trying to regain his composure. But Bal seems to have taken his words to heart as he brutally thrusts into the poor canine, Mark letting out a wet, gurgling choke. He could feel the bloated cock throb inside his throat, precum erupting in bursts as if he was cumming. He thrusts again, the husky letting out more gagging to the demon's sick enjoyment. And much to his pleasure, the husky was just as hard as him, cock slapping against his pecs.

They continue on like this, Bal fucking open his warm, wet throat, the gagging practically milking his shaft, all the while Mark's eyes are rolling in the back of his head from only having gasping breaths and the tongue reaching past the foot mark. The apartment fills with loud, wet sounds, the two of them slowly becoming damp with sweat, drool, and other bodily fluids. It's dizzying, the small musty space saturated with the scent of spit and sex.

Bal lets out a groan as he hugs the dog to his chest, sending vibrations directly into the husky, getting a sharp yelp from the dog. He could feel the dog's cock pressed in between his pecs, fucking his tits and soaking the fur with his pre.

The demon doubles down, twisting his guts around before pulling out and teasing the rim, promptly plunging back into the poor sex crazed husky. He can feel his balls drawing up as the husky still keeps trying to impale himself on the cock that was ceaselessly fucking open his maw.

Bal shouldn't have been this close. He was a demon, a prince of hell, fucking demons and mortals alike to absolute submission. Just one time, and they'd beg on their knees, offer their souls for even just a look at his magnificent form. He has driven the strongest and oldest of succubae and incubi to madness with his tongue alone. So why was this insolent human able to bring him to a peak so fast? This insolent, foul mouthed, scrawny, mortal dog?

He doubles over, his mind hazy from the husky's thick, pungent scent the only thing he could smell. With that, the dog could finally, with one last disgusting gag, push himself down to the top of his knot, throat bulging with his cock.

He just about rips the tongue out of the sloppy hole before tossing his head back in a window-rattling roar as he finally climaxes. His whole cock seems to bulge out as his virile cum erupts from the member, shooting deep into the husky's throat.

Viscous cum fills his stomach, the stream so fast that some actually backed into his muzzle, the demonic seed gushing from his lips and soaking down into his grapefruit sized balls. All of his senses were overtaken by the deluge of cum, the scent as overwhelming as the bitter, acrid taste coated his tongue. Almost distantly, Mark could feel himself cumming as well into that shelf of a chest.

Gently, the rottie places Mark back onto the bed, chest up, with his cock still lodged and shooting into his throat. He pulls out with a loud schllluurp, quickly jerking himself the rest of the way, covering the dog's prone body with his cum. He shivers as his orgasm finally abates to just slow dribbled of seed, wiping off the thick spit and demonic essence over his lover's face.

Mark had to wonder how he looked. Gasping for air, covered from head to toe in a multitude of sexual fluids, eyes red and puffy from getting choked with and choking himself on meat that would be too big on a horse, he imagined he looked as awful as he did pathetic.

But those blood red eyes just roamed all over him, turgid cock hardening up, as if he was the sexiest thing in the world.

And damn if that didn't get his engines running.

He licks his cum coated lips, slowly, savoring the taste.

"So." He clears his throat, wetly. "Got another in you?"