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"There you are! Where have you been again? Have you forgotten the toadhide? Where is it?"

Faye sighed. Her stepmom was again ill-spirited. "Mom, you know Nissa won't let me kill anything. I got you one that a snake choked up."

The teenaged deer girl was clad in jeans and a T-shirt, both a tad too small already. It made her look ever so slightly slutty.

Her stepmother was a rat, looking like the proverbial witch. Her age was somewhere between 40 and 1500, her muzzle crooked, and her clothing medieval. You couldn't tell if her chest was attractive or sagging, well hidden behind paled rags as it was.

"That stinking piece of bale? It's half digested! Why couldn't you ask Alastair, he likes torturing and killing things!"

Faye shrugged. "Why don't you ask him yourself. He can probably make it like, rain dead toads from the sky... Nissa was there, they'd have gotten into a fight again. Daaaad?"

Faye painted a summoning symbol on the ground. Ursula - her stepmom, saw it and retreated a few steps as the familiar smell of sulfur filled the air in the kitchen.

Seconds later the horned figure of a demon, engulfed in smoke and flames filled the little kitchen. His face an ugly grimace, half animal, half monster, full of ire. His body was massive, crimson, between a dragon, a bull and rhino.

His voice roared: "WHO. DARES. TO. DISTURB.... oh, it's you." Alastair's volume turned down a few notches, as he realised he wasn't dealing with the usual group of hobby satanists trying out summoning out of their league.

"I was in the middle of a torture session. What do you need?" He asked, impatiently.

Faye grinned. "Oh, Ushi just wants you to rain some dead toads. You know, for her soup... ehm... ritual thingy."

"FAYE!" the witch was riled by the utter lack of respect from her stepdaughte. "This isn't *soup*, you should know that a transformation potion needs toad warts! Fresh ones! Or it becomes permanent!"

Faye shrugged and gave both her stepparents an appologetic smile.

Alastair just snipped a finger, and a dead, warty toad emerged in mid-air, only to drop with a splat. Some warts burst open and greenish pus leaked out.

"That will do..." Ursula noted, somewhat appeased. She picked up the toad with fingertips, squeezed some of the pus into a jar, then tossed the carcass into the fireplace. It hissed and the scent of burning toadpuss filled the air.

"Yuck!" Faye said and made a disgusted face.

"Ah comeon, you've seen worse." Her stepfather took it with humor. "But you know the rules. You summoned me, I fulfilled a request... you don't happen to, by chance, have a fresh mortal soul for me, do you? A classmates maybe? Or a teacher? If not..."

"Not here!" Ursula intervened, furious. "If you make a mess, do it outside, NOT in my kitchen!"

"Yes mom..." Faye sighed.

She led the demon outside. The house was conveniently located in a seccluded forest clearing. The family wouldn't exactly have fit into a subburban neighborhood.

"Did you do your homework yet? I can hang around. Need any help?"

Faye chuckled. "Dad, it's a Sunday! There was no school today."

"Oh right... That thing... Wanna get Asmodeus and Lillith, too?"

Faye nodded. "No offense, but I'd rather have them here, too."

Alastair shrugged and started painting intricate symbols on he forest floor. Ancient glyphs, spelling words in unspeakabale langauges, mixed with lines to direct the flow of unseen forces. Faye could feel the raw demonic power resonate in her own body. It drew her to it, the part of her that was still both alive and mortal. It was a dangerous attraction.

The disturbance in the fabric of reality did not stay unnoticed. Under a nearby tree, a misty cloud slowly started to condense into a solid shape. She needed no ritual or ancient runes. Nissa was something like the goddess of this forest, she could appear whenever and wherever she felt like.

The figure she chose to appear as looked fragile. Like a fairy in a storybock, fair skin, pointy ears, a sly grin, and the hint of noncorporeal wings behind her. Her garment made from green leaves wasn't exactly modest. Itdid more to accentuate than hide her feminine features.

"You're doing THAT thing again..." she said, amused, but with a hint of disapproval in her voice.

"Well, you know our deal, fae." Asmodeus spoke, respectfully, but not particularly friendly.

"That's why we're all here. We'll just watch, so you don't take too much. That's the deal, and such is such..." she rhymed, fading again from view. But Faye could still feel her presence.

With the last stroke on the last symbol, the portal opened and spit forth demonkind. But the demons it revealed couldn't have been more different from Alastair. They both had horns and wings. The male had the body of a black panther, the female was a snowwhite wildcat - except for her long snake tail.

Both of them had deadly fangs and beatiful bodies, unclothed of course and in a carnal embrace. He held her from behind, while she slinked against him, her neck turned into an intimate facetoface, her split tongue entwined with his. Her tail was coiled around his legs, but between her legs she held his massive demon-cock, erect and pulsing. She sat on it as if it was a tree branch.

"Oooooh, darling!" The first demon spoke. "So nice to see you!" the second continued. "Want to join our fun?"

Faye felt her own arousal rise. Such was the couple's power over mortals, it awoke the need and she wanted to join them. For any other mortal, doing so would have been fatal, damning her for eternity. But she had been born pre-damned, thanks to her mother's foolish actions. Promising her first born to not one but three demons, the fae, and Ursula. She didn't know what kind of punishment her mother received for that, but the arrangement between these powerful creatures over her granted her some protection from these dire consequences.

But not from the demonic lust itself.

Moaning, she pulled her jeans down and dropped her shirt. Her panties were already soaked, but she didn't manage to rid herself of them. Tentacles grew out of Lillith and Asmodeus claws. They reached for her, coiled around her, then lifted her of the ground as if she was nothing and spread her.

Faye arched, feeling her panties snap and the tentacles invade both her teenage pussy and rear at the same time. Her body needed this, wanted this! Demonic lust engulfed her mind.

Asmodeus and Lillith started playing with each other. Appendages and sex orifices grew wherever needed to get the orgy going, pleasuring each other, toying with Faye's fragile body. More and more of their demonic tentacles invaded her. They filled her entrails, filled her womb, pushed themselves into her mouth and down her neck.

She didn't see, she just arched, convulsing, giving herself to the pleasure demons without hesitaton. It wasn't for the first time after all, she knew what was in store for her.

Alastair roared: "Not so fast. Leave me some! She is mine!"

The bull demon stepped closer. His face lit with brimstone fire and greed, he, too, grew rope like tentacles from his fingers. But his were black, and full of thorns. While the other two fed the essence of a soul through lust, he thrived on agony.

Faye's fur had started to become soft and turn slightly purple. Same as the tentacles that raped her, coated entirely in infernal juices, as if she, too was becoming a pliable demonic sex appendage, transforming her body into part of them.

The arrival of the other ropes changed that. She knew the sensation, even in the haze of lust and pleasure. This one consumed not by assimilation, but by destruction.

It wrapped around her arms and legs and pulled, throrns biting into her flesh. Then she felt herself rip, already made pliable by the consumption, her flesh bore little resistance. Her legs became spread further than what should have been possible. The sensation was twice lust, once agony. And then,... gone.

Only holes remained where her legs had been. Then her arms, too, were ripped from her. Finally the black tentacles tore into her body itself, not bothering with orifices but making new ones instead.

At the same time she felt herself melt, gave in to the welcome pleasure to evade the tearing, destructive one. The sensations fought against each other in her head, drove her wild, drove her mind blank, washed over her, and then...

Nothing.

A moment of serene, eternal nothingness. No body, no soul, no thought, no emotion. It was oddly calm, beautiful.

Then she opened her eyes and looked into Nissa's. The fairy gave her a cheerful kiss like the loving mother she was.

"Wake up, sweety. You know I never let you die..."