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She drew him in like a spell. It hadn't started that way. The leopardess never had to try too hard to seduce him. They talked like dorks about all their nerdy interests, all the while growing closer until he was snuggled there between her thighs, pumping up and down. Zero hadn't bothered with any sort of fancy position. He wanted to watch her moan, with a side benefit of glimpsing her wobbling breasts bouncing madly while he fucked the pretty kitty's pussy. Just how did a simple raccoon like him end up ensnared by such a striking beauty? He didn't ponder the reality much when she felt so good wrapped around his cock.

She curled herself around him like a seductive serpent. He felt her thighs coil around his waist, then her heels pressed into his lower back while he went up and down on her. That kept him close, kept him deep, utterly immersed in her heated snatch while he gave her everything he had. It felt like he was going too hard. Every thrust was a harsh slam that sent her juicy body jiggling, but the flash of fangs and the semi-threatening yowls and snarls told him to keep going, no matter how exhausted he might have been getting, no matter how sore they were both going to be the next day.

Amid the fearsome noise there was something much softer. He somehow heard it even over the slapping, the sucking slurps of his slather shaft sliding back and forth within the soaked confines of that slick leopard sex. Her tiny mewl was almost desperate sounding. It went along with a firm, even commanding squeeze of his shaft, an inner flex that clamped down on his every buried inch hard enough to throw him off his stride. That didn't matter. It wasn't about rhythm anymore, it was about rutting that feisty feline raw. She was squeezing tight, kneading him, going from occasional contractions to much more rapid. In case that needy little mew wasn't enough, she locked eyes with him in those soaring moments and gave him a subtle nod. She wanted his seed.

The only thing better than fucking that silky-furred feline was cumming deep inside her tender cunt. He threw himself forward while doing his best not to just collapse on top of her while he twisted with ecstasy between her thighs. She squeezed him tightly with all four limbs and kept him locked to her body, feeling her every shudder of climax as she squirted for that eager raccoon dick inside her. He felt the gushes on his belly just as much as he felt those vise-grip clamps on his every nestled inch. His balls pumped hard against those puffy lips, and his cock bulged with the volume of spunk rushing out of him. She stared at him the entire time, but he couldn't keep his eyes from fluttering, even rolling back a little as he breathlessly groaned his way through a slightly inelegant orgasm that saw him shooting ropes directly into that precious leopardess womb.

She didn't let go until she'd utterly drained him. He could hardly move. That kitty was strong when she was cumming, and she trembled with him until the both of them finally slumped. They seemed to mirror each other for a short time, their bodies in total sync as they gasped, panted, and moaned their way back down from their shared heights. The only thing he couldn't mimic was her purring. She rattled the whole bed and his bones alike with those post-orgasmic rumbles. They were almost too much to take, but he didn't dare squirm away from her. The stimulating vibrations helped him settle into a state so relaxed and content he thought he might just fall asleep atop her. Her voice kept him conscious for the moment.

"I knew you wanted me bad ... you're so cute when you're horny, Zero."

"Heh ... thank you." He didn't know what else to say to that. "You're amazing."

"I'm pretty good. So are you. Let's just ... enjoy this for a while, hmm? Then, who knows?" She flashed him a mischievous grin. "Maybe more."

Spending the entire time watching the merry bounce of her truly enormous tits was enough to spur him to temptation, even in the middle of their collective afterglow. He leaned down to smooch her on the throat, and then worked lower until he could wrap his lips around the firm teat just atop her thumping heart. He felt her rumbles as much as he heard them while he sucked her breast. A few nibbles made her moan, even clench on his utterly spent shaft while his seed sloshed within her womb. He was impressed with just how much she milked out of him, but he was even more impressed with how firm he still managed to be, even after blowing a fat load like that. The urge to fuck her again conflicted with his desires to simply stay there and enjoy the shining moment forever, caught up in her heat, her scent, even her taste.

Something interrupted his perfect bliss. For all the warmth she provided, he couldn't help a sudden shudder. The fur stood up on the back of his neck. His tail got all bushy. More than usual, anyway. He pulled back from the breast he was so sloppily adoring and regarded the leopardess to see if she'd sensed it too. Something was wrong. Rather than a contented smile, she had her lips pursed, and she wasn't meeting his gaze. Instead, she glanced off from side to side, looking suspicious, even paranoid. Zero slowly pulled back from her and let his shaft slip out from her well-drenched depths. He was still stiff, still lusting for her, but he couldn't focus on such desires when a sensation like a shadow fell over the lustful scene.

"Mahiri? Is there something wrong?" His voice came out so very small. It was like the air was being strangled out of the room.

"Shhh, shhh," she urged, and then waited.

A full minute passed in unnatural silence. He felt as if he'd been immersed in an ice bath, wanting so very badly to shiver, but he didn't dare move. Nor did he look back. It was getting darker in there. Tranquil autumn moonlight gave way to all-consuming darkness outside the window. The candles flickered and then went out. They were left looking into each other's light-reflecting eyes as they awaited ... whatever it was. He held onto her, and she didn't move much at all. It was only after his own anticipation had risen to a breaking point that he finally heard it. A scratching down the hall grew closer, closer, and then there sprang the laughter.

His first instinct was to slap his palms over his ears to shut it out, but that somehow didn't help. Nothing could keep out the terrifying sound of that piercing, unhinged cackling. It felt like it was driving him to madness. It overpowered all else, robbing him of those other sensations he'd been so deeply enjoying. He rolled away from the leopardess and just clutched his head for a while. As much as he knew such a horrific call announced the arrival of something terrible, he couldn't do a thing to defend himself. The candles burst to life once more, igniting on their own. The strangely red flames invoked a sense of dread as they illuminated the scene once more. And Mahiri - she looked strangely pleased about something. Why was that leopard grinning at him like that?

"M-Mahiri? Is there someone ..."

He didn't finish. The shrill sound fell silent at the very same moment as Zero felt a hand on his shoulder. Claws dug into his fur, then his flesh. He yelped and meekly tried to tug away, but he couldn't. Then there was something warm slowly stroking up the side of his neck, his cheek, up behind one of his ears. He was left streaked with the saliva of an unidentified assailant, and there was nothing in the world he wanted less than to turn around and see exactly who or what they were. Mahiri looked right past him, wearing an expression he couldn't quite interpret. Part of her seemed excited, showing her teeth, but she also made a chastising tsk sound to the unseen one.

"Oh, Shirazi. You're always welcome, but I didn't expect you! You're not jealous are you?"

The thing behind him drew a deep, hissing breath and then exhaled in a shuddering snicker. A voice rang through his mind, booming yet oddly seductive. It quivered a little, as if the speaker was barely hanging onto her own excitement.

"No. I want some too. You're being selfish."

"I think you have to ask him first!' Mahiri chided. "Remember what we talked about?"

"Hmmmmmmmm." The figure licked the frozen raccoon's neck again. Every word created a little mist of spit he could feel on his skin. "I want to take. To_have_. To keep."

"And you can do all that, if he wants you to! I'm sure you'll get along!"

He finally came bursting forth with an emotional plea for clarity. "Mahiri - please tell me what's happening who is that and why is my heart beating so hard am I going to die oh my god ..."

His babbling apparently just amused 'Shirazi', whoever that was. Her chuckling was as playful as it was sinister. "Heehee ..."

"Oh! Um!" Mahiri looked a little embarrassed, as if she was confessing to some sort of mundane secret, and not pouring forth the horrifying revelation that followed. "You know how I'm always joking about how I got my fat tits from a demon?"

" ... yes?" he quizzically answered.

Shirazi took that as her cue to spin the poor scared raccoon around with a forceful grip on his shoulders so he could properly behold her. She didn't say a word, she simply grinned at him, filling his vision with shiny teeth before she leaned back to let him see the rest of her sinful glory. Somehow, he knew exactly what he was dealing with the moment he witnessed her. She wasn't just a hyena. Her silver fur and midnight stripes were far too sleek and shiny to be natural - not to mention fluffy.

Her teeth were too sharp, her claws too long, and there was such madness trembling there just behind her gaze. The glow of her deep red eyes might have been a cliche when he saw it in the movies, but in person, it was unmistakably evil. She radiated wickedness, to the point he swore he could feel her essence crawling on his skin. Or maybe that was just the silky, supernaturally enticing scent that filled his lungs with every single moment she was present.

"Iiiiiit's me," she giggled. "Corrupter of cats. Giver of tits. Taster of raccs."

To bask in her presence was to question all he'd ever known. A life spent wondering if there was truly something more hidden away beneath the simple, boring surface, and there she was. The fears, the tales, the superstitions - they were right. Demons lurked in places he couldn't see. Or they had been in plain sight all along. He wasn't sure if he could even fathom how much danger he was truly in right that moment. Nor could he help his growing lust. She wanted him. Supernatural or not, she longed for pleasures of the flesh, and he could only begin to imagine what she might have in store for him.

"She's ... is she your friend?" he asked Mahiri, though he never took his eyes off the hyenaess before him.

"Mmhm! And more! She takes good care of me."

Shirazi didn't seem to be listening. She leaned in closer to the frightened yet horny raccoon and let him taste her sweet breath as she whispered an extended hiss of a word through her fangs.

"Miiiiiiiine."

"That's not all she gave me, either," the leopardess teased as she snuggled up behind him. He quickly knew what she meant.

The erotic pulse of a smooth shaft sliding along the base of his spine was enough to bring another shudder out of him. It was a pleasant one. He hadn't even seen her change, but the results were just as real as the demoness herself. That spotted cat rubbed her cock against his fur, smearing him up with an excess of juices that he could feel matting down his pelt, idly humped him with a few small, teasing thrusts. He listened to the leopard's purrs, and even those were a little different than before. They were stronger, deeper, somehow more commanding. Where minutes ago he'd been balls-deep in her pussy, rutting her silly, she was very much in charge all of a sudden. That he never expected such a thing from her didn't diminish just how turned on he was. Especially when he felt her fangs on his throat.

She nibbled there while she pressed her breasts against his back to let him feel those powerful vibrations travel through his whole body. He was surrounded by dark creatures. The fear still hadn't fully faded from his veins, but somehow it just made him hotter for them both. He watched Shirazi looming, tilting her head from side to side as she seemed to examine him. Mahiri licked those light indents in his flesh her teeth left behind, tickling him with the texture of her tongue. Yet for all their teasing, their groping, their grinding, they still kept him in suspense a while longer. The silence went on long enough that he was starting to get confused. Only once he shrugged off the lustful haze they inspired did he clue in. They were waiting for his permission.

"Oh! Yes. I want you. Both of you. Just um ... don't hurt the mortal raccoon, please."

A little alarm went off in the back of his mind just saying that. He tried not to look too deep into Shirazi's eyes. It gave him a feeling he wasn't sure he liked. As much as he knew she was immensely dangerous, he hoped that Mahiri's presence ensured his safety. If the leopardess trusted that wild hyena, then so would he. They closed in on him. He was soon utterly buried in curves, squished from both sides. His muzzle got watched into the silky cleavage of Shirazi's bust. He could only sigh as he rubbed his face back and forth there, taking in a deeper sample of her unnaturally enticing scent, breathing a musk that threatened to send him spiralling into complete intoxication. Already his mind was simmering with thoughts of utterly devoting himself to her, of dropping to his knees and worshipping for eternity, and the scariest part was it didn't even feel like she was the one planting such notions. They came from within, after a mere few seconds sucking down her sinful scent.

"I want to do everything to him," Shirazi wetly snarled. "Smother him, soak him, fuck him, fill him, break him ..."

She was outright trembling with the barely-restrained need to dominate his mortal flesh. He felt like he could have been destroyed at any moment, yet he still held onto her every word. When she pried him from her tits and laid a kiss on his lips, she felt her fangs skim along his skin, felt her tongue wriggling in such unnatural ways as it plunged straight down his throat, and he stayed desperately hard the entire time. It was like he'd never even finished, like he'd been pent up for days. Of course, Shirazi's cock stood up taller, thicker, and wetter. It dripped down onto his own while she slickly frotted with him, humping against his dick, slowly working him down into the leopard's arms. She let him lay his head back against one of her breasts while she loomed above, gazing down with eyes that were even greener than before. Revealing her seemingly corrupted nature meant there was a little extra shine to her colours, a little more gleam to her fangs, and somehow even more cushion on her spotty curves for him to cuddle while Shirazi overwhelmed him with her messy smooch.

The hyena spoke before she even pulled back from that throat-plunging kiss, sending the words right down the racc's gullet. He swore he could taste them.

"Pretty-faced little bandit. I want to make you my throne."

He was left gasping for air and drooling out what wasn't entirely his own saliva when she let him free. While he recovered, she took him by the wrists and directed his hands down her body. He didn't hesitate to grope. Little huffs of air escaped between her clenched, seductively snarling fangs while he groped her. That probably meant she liked it. He ran his fingers through her impossibly soft fur until he had a double-fistful of her stripe-clad ass. Without so much as prompting, he dug his digits deep and squeezed her fine, ample rump as firmly as he could. His hands seemed to vanish into the soft curves there. He couldn't stop rubbing, hefting, kneading those fine cheeks. Beneath the fluff the demoness was every bit as thick as Mahiri, a silky, silvery pillow of supremely crafty curves that he simply wanted to lose himself in. He was about to get his wish.

Shirazi couldn't help a few snarls right in his face when she pinned him down beneath her weight. Then there came the snickers. They thankfully weren't the full-force cackles from before. That might have left him deafened. Instead she just shuddered with internal delight as she immersed him in her scent. The rich musk hit his senses thicker, hotter the longer he remained in her presence. For as overwhelming as it was, he couldn't help but eagerly drink it down with his every breath. She was living sin, something more wicked than he was ever supposed to see, much less touch, grope, and taste. Simply inhaling her essence was to take in her forbidden flavour, but he knew he wanted so much more. A quick nod to the cat and Shirazi hissed a command.

"Hold his arms."

It was hardly necessary, but maybe it made things that much more exciting when Mahiri obediently restrained the raccoon for whatever nefarious hyena purposes were in store for him. Shirazi rubbed against him, both snuggling and grinding, until he felt as if he was marked by her, claimed by her from naked contact alone. Only once he was thoroughly bathed in her did she rise. Then she turned. It was a swift motion that left him admiring her stripes, and the purple-black locks that spilled down her shoulders. Those hardly held his attention for long when he saw her lift that fox-like tail. A brief glimpse of a sweat-streaked rim, glistening there between her striped cheeks kept his eyes locked down there beneath her tail. It turned out the leopard was holding him down not to keep him from fleeing, but to prevent his lusty lunge when he found himself immediately drawn to that deliciously tempting offer.

She was upon him moments later. His vision vanished into darkness while the hyena smothered him under her cushy ass. She shoved his muzzle directly between her cheeks to ensure he was completely immersed in her. His nose got mashed up against the base of her tail, leaving him to huff her musk with every gasp. He didn't hesitate to huff it right from her fur and flesh alike, to completely drown himself in a scent so potent he couldn't even remember his name after a few deep sniffs. Nor could he resist licking.

Where he once thought that sort of thing wasn't for him, he was soon worshipping that perfectly smooth ring. The glides of his tongue couldn't come rapidly enough. He was desperate for her taste, worshipping that rich, hot demon hole, drooling over her, no matter how depraved that might have been. She pressed her weight down in some firm, forceful grinds against his lips and face alike while he indulged her with a deep-plunging ass eating. There was no need for air when he could survive on hyena alone.

"Goooood. Good seat."

He was hardly even thinking about whether he was doing a good job pleasuring her, but the praise was good to hear. She left him lost in his own sensations, licking her ass for that constant reward of ecstasy that came with tasting her in the most intimate of ways, again and again. Mahiri released his wrists once he'd properly shown his devotion to worshipping the demon with his tongue, and he just grabbed Shirazi by the hips to pull her down even harder on his face so he could drown in her perfect musk and feast upon her flavour like the throbbing little servant he was. His cock absolutely pounded while he served her, dripping, flexing.

Just licking her demonic rear was enough to send him ascending to another peak. Mahiri swished around to his side just so she could watch him throb, but she didn't even have to touch him to make him blow. He kissed that shiny rim, he slurped it hard, he shoved his tongue inside, he even sucked on as much as he could get his lips around, all the while caught up in the absolute jolts of pleasure every single swallow of her unholy flavour brought him. It was all he'd ever needed.

A fat rope of raccoon seed was his tribute to his new mistress. She remained right where she was, smothering him senseless while he drained his nuts all over himself just from the mere act of adoring the hyena's wicked body. A great white arc of cream rained down upon the bed and the bodies atop it while he writhed beneath Shirazi's rump and adoringly kissed that slick hole that had so entranced him. Some small part of his broken mind was embarrassed by the show he was putting on for Mahiri. He wasn't usually so unhinged when he was horny, but something told him the corrupted cat didn't mind. She was still rumbling away, putting out those big-cat-equivalent purrs that resonated so deeply through the whole scene, adding that much more stimulation. Even soaked to the skin in his own cum, Zero wasn't any softer. Those dark ladies kept him going well beyond his usual limits. They deserved it.

"Such a good little chair! Maybe I'll drag you away and replace my throne with your pretty face for good, yessss ..." Shirazi said, falling from a shout to a sultry whisper.

"Only if you let me come around and sit on him now and then!" Mahiri insisted.

"Of course. Of course. Yessssss."

It was only in the haze of orgasm that Zero realized he was very definitely suffocating. The sudden return to reality made him jolt beneath the demon, who didn't budge at first. Only when he stopped licking and started squirming did she rise to let him gasp. His whole face was steaming with the heat of being smothered by the hellspawn. There were tears in his eyes and sweat streaked across his features while he wheezed his way back to life, but none of it made him any less horny. He watched the demon through blurred vision as she crawled across his prone, splattered body, and then he could only whimper when he saw her sit down on his cock.

The angle wasn't perfect at first, meaning she simply slipped across his shaft a few times. The smooth texture of her rim caress along his solid inches, leaving him to whimper while she teased him with what he wanted so very badly. He wanted to vanish beneath her tail, to go balls deep between her striped cheeks, to watch her bounce and wobble while she rode him absolutely dry. Though his view was slightly obscured by the leopard on his face.

She didn't so much as even tease him when she mounted his muzzle. A solid whump of her hefty white nuts upon his nose was her introduction. She knelt there over his face and slowly rubbed herself against his features, rumbling all the while. Of course he sniffed. His nose was a little numb from his time spent under the hyena, but he still caught her sweet scent. It was gentler than Shirazi's, though that wasn't saying much. Whereas the cackling demoness' musk was rich, thick, even raunchy in its potently intoxicating qualities, the demon-touched leopardess was softer, more enchanting than paralyzing. He was just as compelled to service her, but for entirely different reasons. He gave her the adoring worship of a queen rather than the mindless devotion of a slave, and his reward was to feel those stimulating vibrations grow all the louder.

"Good racc," she warmly said. The praise made him blush even more than he already was.

In such a position, he could have said something if he really tried. Instead, he could only cry out beneath her plump balls as he felt himself sinking into the tight, clenching depths of the hyena demon's backside. Those heated confines sealed up tight around his every inch, hugging and massaging him in ways that certainly weren't normal. She hardly even had to ride him to drive him half mad with pleasure. Simply sitting there atop his cock and kneading on him with those mighty inner muscles was enough to leave him absolutely whimpering.

Mahiri gave a little chuckle as she watched his face contort with spasms of near-unbearable bliss, and then she humped him a few times to quiet him down. He mmfed beneath the leopard's nuts while the hyena tested his capacity for pleasure with her perfect, tight, gripping asshole snugly squeezing him until he felt he was ready to burst for her, to devote every single drop of his seed to her glorious backside. But not yet.

Shirazi started slowly, despite her quivering lust. She bounced atop him in long, gradual motions of her hips, rolling and grinding to get the absolute most out of every single stroke. Every drop of that fine ass thumped his nuts against her cheeks and rim alike, sending a little splash of sweat soaring off in all directions. As sweltering as he was, he never felt uncomfortable. Soaking in their perspiration simply left him more deeply immersed in mesmerizing ecstasy.

He couldn't think, could hardly move his limbs, but he knew how to show his appreciation in the form of sucking the leopard's nuts. One of those plump balls and then the other, and he worked warmly and wetly to slurp and knead the feline's sack between his lips, draining the taste from her smooth fur with his eyes fluttering and half-closed. She was only getting tastier as the heat in the room rose and steamed up the windows.

While the demon-yena rode him in an increasingly vicious reverse cowgirl rut, Mahiri slowly shifted forth so she could delight in the same indulgence Zero had granted Shirazi. She sat on him in the reverse of what the demoness had granted him, but he was no less smothered. With his lips on her rim, her balls on his face, and her cock standing up tall above his features, she mrawled her way into a slow, insistent grind and soon compelled him to grant her the tonguing she desired.

Part of him knew he knew he was entirely out of his element beneath them. Even so, he gave them his best. For every pump and squeeze on his cock driving him closer and closer to thunderous orgasm, he poured even more effort into pleasing the feline atop his face. They smothered him beneath their curves, their backs to one another. It was spots versus stripes in a clash of queens, seemingly competing on who could get him more flustered. Whoever won, he was utterly defeated after a mere few seconds of enduring such unearthly pleasures.

He wasn't sure what got him first. Whether it was the hungry grip of demon flash wrapped around his cock, or the sultry smother of leopard pressing down on his face, it all sent him over far before he was really ready. Surely they understood. He was just an ordinary mortal raccoon, unlike them in all their infernal majesty. A firm buck of his hips helped him fuck his way deeper into the hyena so he could bottom out and let her drain him. Mahiri didn't move from his face, even while he wailed in slightly frightened awe at just how good it felt to empty his nuts inside the demoness on his dick. It felt as if he was cumming out his very being. Maybe she was robbing him of his soul in the lewdest possible fashion, or maybe he was just blowing a huge load beneath the stripey demon's fluffy tail.

A shift of the leopard's stance let her settle her weight while Zero moaned into her nuts. He humped hard while Shirazi snickered her way through an orgasm of her own. He felt demon seed splatter over his legs, his paws, and of course the bed. The room was marked with sin and he sweltered with his endless lust for their corrupting bodies. Even after stuffing Shirazi full and shooting until his nuts ran dry, he absolutely refused to soften. There was still so much for him to enjoy, so many pleasures they had to show him. He could feel it. When they rose from his body and the hyena slowly unsheathed from around his shaft, they left him nearly smoking for all the steam coming off his partially numb body. His tongue flopped out the side, his eyes crossed a little. He looked slightly dead, but he'd be alright, with a little breather. The demoness and her thrall loomed above all the while, showing him the points of their fangs all interlocked in nearly matching grins.

"I like your friend." Shirazi almost sounded like a normal person when she said that, though she swiftly descended into shuddering madness shortly after. "Squirming screaming thieving meat ... "

Rather than admonish the demon, this time Mahiri joined in. She let out a fearsome growl that Zero wasn't sure if he heard or just felt, and ran her tongue along her teeth while she whispered to the hyena. Shirazi kept one ear perked to take in all those secrets, and soon the both of them were giggling together. Such wicked creatures standing at his bedside. He watched them pulsing for him, took in the sounds of their fingers gliding along rigid cocks. The sleek black surfaces shone in the altered light. He lay as if bound to the bed, but there was nothing keeping him from moving other than his own exhaustion. There was a little part of him that wanted to tap out, that was ready to beg for mercy from the fangy mistresses, lest his body end up truly broken. Such reason drowned in the well of desire they inspired simply standing tall above him, menacing him with their palpable lust.

"I want that pretty tail bound 'round my waist, little fuckflesh," Shirazi spat. "Give me your freshest wiggles while I take you."

"Be a good boy and help drain me dry after getting me all worked up. I've felt your kiss. I know you've got the lips for it," Mahiri teased him.

They swooped down on him like birds of prey. He didn't move too much, other than to accept their guidance and move into the position they wanted of him. They grabbed, they shoved, sometimes they even clawed a little in the process of wrestling his body over onto his front. He laid on his cock and quivered a little. Oh, he was terrified. His adrenaline had spiked to somewhere around inevitable death levels, just by being around them. They were indescribably dangerous and he was in a very vulnerable position between them. The way his dick throbbed despite all that told him he had always wanted to feel exactly like he did. Being afraid of someone stronger, someone darker, someone better - it was almost everything he'd ever needed.

The last thing he required to perfect the moment was their attention. That included their touch, their scent, their seed. At least Mahiri was relatively gentle with him, to get them started. She gave him a makeover with the wet tip of her dick gliding over his features. From one cheek to another she went, then up to his forehead, and back down to his lips smearing up every patch of fur in between. He wore her mark while he took his first taste. A subtle lick along that broad tip got him intrigued. A deeper slurp got him hooked. He fiended for her flavour while he parted his lips and sank down on her solid inches one suckle at a time. A nursing, kneading hunger had him latched on tight, drinking down her precum in heavy gulps. He closed his eyes. Her approving gaze was the last image on his mind, and it was all he needed to sustain him while he focused his attention on his other highly stimulated senses.

"Such a good racc," she cooed.

Speaking to him like a pet didn't discourage him from sucking her off. He only got a short while to truly appreciate the taste and texture of his cock on his tongue without distractions. Shirazi wanted him. That much was evident by the heavy thump of her fat dick on his lower spine. She shuddered with skull-penetrating laughter as she rubbed herself through his fur, made a rag of him for all the excess juices clinging to the sleek black surface of her shaft. A few dominant humps, some deeply grinding strokes, and eventually she stopped teasing and actually mounted him. A primal need and fear alike ran through him, chilling and heating his nerves in alteration as she lined herself up to fuck him. It wasn't just discomfort he feared, or even injury. Complete annihilation was certainly on the table with that cackling lunatic. Maybe Mahiri's presence would tame or at least temper the evil within.

"Mine mine mine miiiiiine ..." came that snarling laughter. It didn't seem like a good sign. Neither was the rambling and raving that followed. "Push the sin inside listen to the cry make them taste it when they breathe the flesh the freshest fear opens into unending screams ..."

Mahiri just giggled at the demon even as the hyena quivered with insane desire.

"You're so cute when you're excited."

Shirazi gave a shriek and rocked her body forward to prod at the tight rim that was her target.

"He will never forget the echo."

He clutched the sheets and listened to the bellowed cackles that followed. It was the best he could do to brace himself, not just for the sex, but for the sheer madness-inducing assault on his ears. He was pretty sure every note of delight emitting from the demon's mouth did a little damage to his sanity, and he wasn't sure if it'd ever heal. It was just as she said. The echo endured in his head even once she quieted down a little.

She still snickered her way into penetrating him, and he couldn't even properly moan when she shoved inside him. Shirazi didn't take her time. She bottomed out with a devastating thrust that felt like it should have hurt, but instead he was left just slobbering and groaning around Mahiri's cock while he got fucked into her fluffy loins. With his nose buried in the fur just above her shaft, his lips snug around her glistening spire, he was in the perfect position for a firm feline facefuck.

It was a side of her he'd never seen - but then so was the cavorting with demons. He might have said he never suspected such a thing from her, but it was always there. There had always been that little glimpse of darkness, that taste of thinly veiled wickedness beneath the gentle kitty mask. Now he understood exactly why as she plunged her heavy shaft straight into his throat. A deep thrust to start her off and she kept going, driving, shoving, plunging as she made a toy of his whole mouth. He got his face mashed into her crotch while she worked, plapping up against his lower lip, nearly stuffing her nuts right into his mouth, and his reward for being a good fuck was hearing her rumbles mixing with her moans, projected into a powerful purr of pleasure and approval that rang out like a beautiful song written just for him.

That was all to say nothing of the demon rutting deep inside his rump. For all she had taken from him, she had twice as much to give right back. She bottomed out in seconds. He had to whimper softly when he felt the outline of her dick in his belly, stretching him beyond what he thought was his limit. For as brutal as they were both being, he never felt even the slightest hint of strain. It was like they made him as fuckable as they needed him to be.

He held on tight, clinging to the bed beneath him in a feeble effort to stay steady while they pounded him from both sides at once. They used him, drilled him, stuffed him and stretched him, and all the while they spurted precum so thick and hot inside him it was like he was taking another shot of spunk with every single sloppy thrust. There was soon a mess pouring down his chin and taint alike, squelching as he got shared by the two dark mistresses making out above them.

They used him while they kissed each other over his back, locked tight in a loving embrace with a trembling raccoon wrapped around their cocks. He felt like his spine might turn to jelly for how hard they humped him back and forth, mashing him between them, but he still endured. Not one complaint came to his tongue. It wouldn't have escaped around the veiny length of that glossy black leopard cock anyway, but that wasn't the point. He was a good racc. They wouldn't break him.

Maybe they'd bruise him a little. The heavy slap of those pumping, slamming hyena balls against his own butt was enough to leave a mark beneath his fur. Getting a little tender just meant the pleasure of her maiming his tingly little pleasure button was all the better. He spurted for her, oozing near as much pre as she gave him, as if absorbing the excess juices straight from the hyena's cock.

Shirazi's smoky whispers were enough to cut through the excess noise of sloppy demon sex.

"Come low with us, Zero. Reach out and grasp what you've always known. We offer our hands to you."

"I think she means you can cum whenever you want," Mahiri explained, then gave a little rowl of pleasure for emphasis, and a good hard buck straight down his gullet. He didn't even choke.

As much as he wanted to impress them with his incredible stamina and focus, the contractions were already there. Pleasure possessed him from within, taking control of his muscles. He ended up giving some wild spasms that looked violent. They just clutched him tight as a result. He felt Shirazi's claws digging into his hips while she drove her dick right under his tail, and meanwhile Mahiri clutched his skull and pleasured herself with his open mouth.

Even shaking with sensations not meant for his simple flesh, he was still loyal, still ever so eager to slurp and please the queen of rosettes while the cackling demon made him cum. There was no fighting it anymore. He felt it screaming through his every single nerve, stretching up from his pounded prostate and spreading out to his every finger, to the tips of his ears and toes alike. His whole existence peaked at once while those lusty succubi drove him to his absolute limit.

He wanted to cry their names, to shout praises unto their diabolical splendour, but all that came out was the faint gurgle of him swallowing down the offering of fresh leopard spunk he was given. Mahiri jizzed straight down his throat and into his belly while the demon rutted him to a peak. He spilled his seed all over the bed in clenching shots. The high-pressure jets soaked his whole front side, streaked right past his face and onto the leopard's spotted thighs while she fed him pure cream.

Then there came the hyena's peak, a thick, hot injection of corrupting demon seed gushed straight into his backside. He swelled with it, bloated, weighed down by the sheer volume being pumped from those heavy silver nuts pressed tight against his cheeks. He soared up on the wings of sinful pleasure and then he crashed back down to reality so hard he felt as if he might slip into a coma. All was black for a while as his spurting ceased, leaving him to rouse to awareness in a puddle of his own cum.

In his haze, he'd missed the moment where they'd pulled out of him. That didn't mean they were done. He could do little more than be their canvas while they painted him white. His markings went blank beneath the torrent of hyena jizz pouring across his back. It trickled down his ribs where it didn't simply cling to him. Mahiri was slightly more precise, jerking that sleek shaft right in his face to douse his features in a mask of pure feline cream. He closed his eyes and did his best not to sputter while she hosed him down with a cumshot that just kept going, long past his own.

Marinating in their collective scent, tasting them, feeling their seed slosh within him, he knew he was never going to be the same. He'd tasted delights beyond the mortal realm. The veil was drawn back to give him a glimpse of what lurked beyond his simple life. And it had all started when that sweet spotty kitty had messaged him ,just because she thought he was cute.

In place of his blank, pleasure-drunk emptiness there formed in his mind a sense of enduring gratitude. He trembled as he recovered from the hellish spitroast, and found himself slowly sinking down to the ground. The bed wasn't there anymore. Instead, there was only the cold floor of a great, echoing hall where the demonesses reigned. He opened his eyes at last and glimpsed them beaming down like dark goddesses from their thrones.

A seat of glittery glory for the leopardess seemed to suit her feline elegance. Shirazi sat upon little more than bones, a seat adorned with the skulls of those who had wronged her. Or perhaps simply those who had interested her. Maybe it was just an illusion, an image projected without any real harm. A hopeful side of him liked to think she wasn't truly evil as she seemed, merely unhinged, excitable ... but the glint of crimson in her stare still made him fear her. In an adoring sort of way.

There was only one thing to do. He knelt at their feet and showed his devotion by licking their paws. A slurp between the leopard's toes, a swipe across the smooth black pads of the hyena's soles, and he went on and on, groveling before them. Not because he thought something bad might happen if he didn't, not because he expected some sort of reward - he simply felt as if they deserved it. So it continued, with the broken raccoon sucking each and everyone one of those toes in turn, slathering up the top and undersides alike until he was certain he'd cleaned all four lovely paws perfectly.

His reward was the constant purrs from the leopardess and the occasional sinister snickers from hyena. They watched him worship and simply basked in his attention. He didn't know where he was or what would become of his mortal soul, but he knew that it felt good to please them and see their fangs come out with approval. Kneeling before them as if in prayer, he waited for their demonic decree, waiting to know what would become of him. Had he been good enough? Would he be discarded, destroyed, or kept forever in that darkened realm?

Finally, Mahiri spoke.

"Still down for pizza on Saturday?"

He opened his eyes. The bedroom was back. He was on the floor with Mahiri and Shirazi alike sitting on the edge of his soaked, ruined bed. The enduring glow told him everything had been very real. And of course, Shirazi still looked every bit the demoness she was, though her smile had at least grown less threatening. Slightly so. He gave the cat a confused look, and she just offered her hand to help him up to join the both of them. When he took it, he felt her hoist him up from his knees and into a spot snuggled right between the two lovely ladies.

Unsure what to do with himself, he simply wiggled into position and let them snuggle him down flat to the bed. That meant sprawling across the remnants of their own messy sex, but he really didn't care in the moment. They were warm, snug, and he felt safe between them, knowing such horrors seemed to care about him. Had he been imagining the scene moments ago? Even Shirazi's voice sounded calmer.

"Well, I'm down for pizza."

Mahiri softly laughed and licked the raccoon on the cheek while he stared at the ceiling.

"Oh, that would be fun! You don't mind making it a threesome do you racc? We can make our own! Shirazi's great in the kitchen."

A pleased little snicker escaped the hyena, and she slipped into chanting once more, whispering into Zero's ear.

"Kneading ... cutting ... slicing ... crushing ... baking ... tasting ..."

It occurred to him she was teasing him. He gave her a little smile, and then even chanced leaning over for a smooch. With the lust drained from her, at least temporarily, he could appreciate her less fearsome side. Oh, and she was just so fluffy. A silky pillow of silver on his left, a soft, rumbling cat on his right, he realized everything was fine. He hadn't perished. Demons and their corrupted cats fucked like monsters, but they were just like him otherwise. Sort of. He just felt happy to be there between them, sharing in their affections, wondering what it was that made him worthy of such enticing terrors. Though it barely began to summarize all the feelings up inside his head, he finally managed to stammer his way to a coherent response.

"Pizza ... sounds great, actually."

Two notes of whooping laughter from the hyena coincided with her rolling onto her side so she could throw a thigh over him. The leopard soon did the same. He was sandwiched there, squished by tits on either side, and every little wiggle he made just compelled them to cuddle him harder. The misty night and its damp cold couldn't touch him there. Not when he was held close and cared for by the most frightening creatures he'd ever met.