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Jozef carried himself with hardened resolve, even knowing he was getting into a dangerous situation. The greatest evil he'd ever faced had been detected near the ruins of a temple, somewhere well out of the city. Though it was little more than a pile of rubble at that point, the place had once been a site of great significance to the holy order, and thus it tended to attract all sorts of demons looking to siphon up the remaining power, twisting and corrupting it in the process. The wolf was an experienced demon hunter, though for all his quests and triumphs, he had never faced something like this. He didn't let that bother him. Experience and righteousness would hold true.

The strangest part was that there was no remaining trace of the demon after that brief but potent burst of its presence. He detected it from afar, and the priests and scholars of the city confirmed it, but just as quickly as those signs came, they were gone. Stepping upon what was once sacred ground, fully clad in his sacred steel, longsword at his hip, trusty shield clutched closed to his chest, he found himself feeling unusually alone. Not only couldn't he detect the presence of another, but he felt truly hidden, unwatched by the heavens, as if he'd stepped into the one place in the world the gods couldn't see him. It was certainly unsettling, but not enough to deter him from his steady march forth, stepping through a barely-standing doorway and into the crumbling church itself.

He wasn't alone. That much was obvious by the sight of the massive black-wooled figure seated before the pews. The oversized throne was purely ornamental, never meant to actually be used as a chair, but it fit her massive bulk perfectly. She wasn't who he expected. He eyed her dark-robed form closely, but only to determine if he had ever heard of the huge black sheep. For all his knowledge of demonology, he was drawing a blank. But she was clearly something wicked to be smited, so casually sprawling herself out in such a sacred place.

She almost looked like a statue at first. Surely a real, living thing couldn't attain such bulk. She had half of Jozef's height again on him, and her whole figure was wide, hefty, adorned with muscle and plumpness alike. Four curled horns adorned her indifferent head. Either she hadn't noticed him or she simply wasn't interested in his presence, because she hadn't moved. Only when he walked close, hand on the hilt of his blade, did she actually turn his way, casting him a look with a pair of eyes so icy blue, they made him shudder just to see them pointed his way.

Still, there was no time to hesitate. With a grand flourish, he drew his sword and held it aloft in both hands. Even in that place, the sun still pieced the clouds to reflect off the icy blade above his head. Then he announced himself.

"Behold, demon. I am Jozef of Mythos, slayer of demonkind. Your evil shall be purged from this world, and only goodness shall remain. Just as so many before you have been struck down by my righteous blade, so too you shall be. Resist if you must, but I will smite you nonetheless. Now -"

Though she spoke slowly, almost disinterestedly the sheep's voice was powerful enough with each emphasized syllable that he stopped speaking when she butted in.

"You think I'm a demon?"

She turned her body ever so slightly so she was directly facing him. It was subtle, but allowed her to direct that glimmering gaze right his way. There was something so imposing about those eyes, but not in the usual sinister way that he was used to, when dealing with demonkind. They were like a little glimpse of heaven.

Jozef nonetheless remained indignant. "And what better reason do you have to be here, defiling this place with your presence? I was drawn here when I sensed a great evil."

"Ah. The demon and her whore. They are dealt with now."

Finally, the wolf knight paused. He lowered his weapon some, but kept it at the ready. It wasn't unlike a demon to deceive him rather than fight him, especially when they knew they were outmatched. But something in her gaze made him almost start to believe her.

"I will consider your words. But I do not yet trust you."

The sheep gave a snort, though she didn't look amused. Slowly rising from her seat, she displayed herself in such a way as to let Jozef realize how truly massive she was. He barely came up to her belly, and one of her thighs alone was nearly as thick as his entire body. Just seeing her bare herself like that caused him to take a reflexive step backwards. Only one.

"There might have been a time when we fought alongside one another," she began, stepping a little closer. "Our causes are similar. But our methods are not. You claim to fight the righteous fight, but how strong are you, truly? I look inside you and I see mercy in your heart. Such a weakness is to be extinguished if you are to truly combat the wicked."

"I show them no such thing," he protested. "Who are you to say such lofty things, anyway?"

The sheep looked at him in silence for a time, as if considering whether his question was even worth answering. Then she simply held out her hands, palms facing up, and bathed the room in shimmering white light that seemed to sear away all the shadows that stretched across the once-dark ruins. He had to shield his eyes at first. When he adjusted to the new light, he looked up to her and saw two great sets of black-feathered wings, sleek like a raven's, engulfed in flames that slowly turned them to ash. There was no heat even from that great inferno. Maybe it was no more than a vision she was showing him, a visual explanation that served better than any words. Though she still had a speech for him.

"I am Iniko Maghdra, fallen seraphim, a pariah among my kind simply for possessing the resolve to confront the evil that dwells within this cursed world. And who are you to claim to fight for good, in all your mortal fallibility? Show me you are worthy of such a path. Let me see the righteous fire in your soul. Show me you are not easily broken."

Her wings vanished, and the church returned to its dimly lit state once more. Jozef raised his sword, gripping it tightly to keep it steady. It wouldn't do at all to let her see him tremble. He ignited his own zeal by reflecting upon what she had told him. There was an obvious fallacy there.

"You say you are fallen? I fail to see how that distinguishes you from the demons I hunt. What I see before me is a wicked beast who weaves an elaborate tale to deny her true nature."

He saw her expression shift ever so slightly in response, from stern to quietly smouldering. Any kindness he might have glimpsed behind the icy white of her eyes was gone. The mask of silent hatred she wore was far from angelic. She spoke firmly, yet still calmly.

"You will regret your words."

To see her moving, clomping slowly along on those massive hooves, he greatly underestimated her agility. She seemed a titan, a powerful but surely clumsy opponent, to look at her. Yet the speed with which she charged him rivalled that of the most fearsome of demons and beasts alike. His shield was useless to protect him from such an attack. He threw himself to the floor with a heavy metal clank so that he could avoid her at the very last moment, slashing in her direction as she passed him, smashing through the old pews in the process. When he made contact, he found even his righteous blade bouncing off of her as if her hide itself was armoured.

Before he could clamour to his feet, she whirled mid-charge and took a swing at him. He just managed to get his shield up in time, only to hear it loudly splinter as he did his best to absorb that blow. The impact resonated up his arm, rattled through his arm,. He staggered back and took another swing at her, slashing through the air, but she grabbed his wrist before he could finish. Her grip was powerful, and only getting tighter the longer she held on, denting his armour, crushing his wrist until he finally just dropped his sword to the floor with a pained cry.

Though disarmed, he didn't count himself out just yet. Wrenching his arm free of her, he backed up, and circled her for a time. She didn't bother to turn, simply turning her head to watch him until he got behind her. Then she didn't bother looking, even as he charged and leapt at her. Moving quickly in his armour wasn't easy, but he still managed to get up high enough to cling to her back. He figured if he ascended her well enough, he could try to strangle her. She walked with him as if he weighed nothing to her, building up speed, only to spin at the last moment before she crashed into a wall, pinning him between it and her muscled back.

His armour absorbed some of what could have been a bone-shattering blow, but he could hardly catch his breath for a while after she peeled herself off of him and let him clatter to the floor, wheezing and clutching himself. She was upon him in a moment, swiftly bending down and seizing him by the shoulders to keep him from rising higher than his knees.

"Pathetic. You do not deserve that armour."

Before he could stop her, she started pulling at his cuirass. He could feel the straps that kept it in place breaking, and soon she stripped it right from his chest. Soon after came his helm, then that bottom layer of chain mail. He was shirtless and breathless, but she wasn't satisfied yet. A heavy hoof came down right between his shoulderblades, leaving him flat on his face so she could continue stripping him, right down to his boots. She didn't spare his loincloth. He was completely naked beneath her strength, at her mercy. Yet she didn't simply finish him right that moment. Instead, she stepped off of him simply to allow him to scramble to his feet, hands raised, then balled into fists. He was still ready to fight her.

She even let him strike her. It bounced off the bulk of her meaty thigh, causing a slight jiggle. Then she grabbed him. His whole face fit in her hand. She picked him off his bare paws and tossed him to the floor, leaving him crumpled, struggling to shake it off. Before he could crawl away, she reached up, cast aside her robe in a single motion, and draped her naked muscles and curves over his back. He felt her forearm digging into his throat as she wrapped him in a tight chokehold, leaving him desperately kicking and clawing at her while she suffocated him, fighting to his last. At least until he realized she was really going to do it, she was really going to end him right that very moment if he didn't give up.

Frantically tapping at her toned arms, he submitted at last. There was no sense fighting a useless fight when it meant dying an unceremonious death. He was already lightheaded, dizzy. Even when she released him, he had trouble drawing breath with all that weight on her back. She pressed down even more firmly as if to keep him from fully recovering. He felt the squish of her naked belly, and even more prominently her breasts. They rested on the back of his head, slowly wrapping him up, engulfing him in the lewd, dominant pin that left him groaning and huffing away.

"Hardly a fight. Do you think the archdemons shall accept your surrender when you submit to them?" she scoffed. He could hear the scowl in her voice. "I hoped for more. It seems that fighting is the only thing that gives me pleasure anymore. But perhaps you shall satisfy me in other ways."

The way she started outright humping him from behind was hardly angelic behaviour. Maybe he was right about her, he thought, at least until she bashed all higher thinking from his mind with a heavy thrust of her hips. That slammed him down flat to the hard floor beneath him, leaving him struggling, squirming, groaning out as he tried to escape her grasp. There was no escaping all that bulk. He just had to be thankful she wasn't outright crushing him. Yet.

She rose up in time after simply dominating him with those thrusts, humiliating him. His cheeks were blazing. He had to clench his teeth to keep from whimpering out. Thankfully, any sounds he might have made, voluntary or not, were soon muffled as she forcefully turned him over and laid herself atop him once more. This time, his muzzle found itself snugly tucked between her tits, utterly engulfed in her body heat, her scent. There was a slight layer of sweat in her cleavage, streaking across his fur as he got smothered by her heavy bosom. He had to breathe sometime. Though maybe those rapid doggish sniffs through his nose weren't the most inconspicuous way to sample her hot, feminine musk.

Iniko of course noticed such a thing. Her first response was to cup a huge palm behind his head and shove him even deeper, squishing him tightly into her cleavage until he couldn't breathe anything but her tainted essence. She wasn't like the demons he'd been near. They were all overblown pheromones, all rich, seductive scents that he had to fight out of his mind. She was more natural. A fearsome fallen one perhaps, but simply a large, powerful woman aside from all that. The sheep kept the wolf immersed in her breasts until his lungs started to burn. Only then did she lighten the pressure and allow him to breathe again.

"Does something about my scent intrigue you, dog?" She sounded angry, but at the same time, perhaps ever so slightly amused.

He simply paused mid-sniff and gave an open mouth pant for a time. There was no good response to that when he was in such a vulnerable position.

"Your silence speaks volumes. Very well. I will give you all you can handle."

Jozef laid there wondering what he'd stumbled into. Then wondering time was over, as were all other forms of concentration and awareness as she snatched him by the head and shoved him under one of her lifted arms. Her bust had been mildly sweaty. That dark pit was coated in a plentiful amount of perspiration and rich sheep scent alike. She doused him in musk while she used his whole face like a towel, mopping up the thick, salty beads with his fur until he was smeared, coated, utterly drenched in it. Though she still wanted more from him than a sweat rag.

"Use your tongue. It's what you want. Your masquerade of chastity does not impress me. I know your desires."

How much did she know? His sins, his thoughts, his inner lusts? Her dominance wasn't ineffective on him. His loins had already stirred, though he'd mostly done a good job of not showing her the fire blazing in him. It wasn't one of righteous fury, but of simple need. He firmed up all the more visibly as he acquiesced to her commands, stroking his tongue up and down that dark spot, outright drinking the thick sweat from under that broad, muscular arm. It welled up on his lapping tongue excessively enough to allow him to outright gulp it down, inundating his senses with the sweltering flavour of exertion.

She kept him there for minutes straight, shoving, rubbing against him, letting him all but drown in her essence. It was enough to leave him shaking all over, going hard, but paying no mind to his own arousal. Servicing her was his only goal, no matter how forceful she was about acquiring such worship. What was he doing? What if she truly was a demon, as he suspected? How would that affect his standing with his order, and moreover, with the afterlife? The latter concern was starting to grow more and more important the longer she kept him immersed in her musky underarm without any other air.

When she finally let him go and left him in a shaking, shuddering state of panting and drooling, she spoke more calmly than before.

"Good set of lungs on you at least. Let us see just how good."

Jozef didn't rise, even when she let her entire weight off of him. He remained there, sprawled out, tongue hanging from his jaws, eyes out of focus, fur streaked flat with all the sweat he'd absorbed from her. He was going to smell of her, and he didn't mind that thought at all. Iniko rose up to her hooves, standing straight up above him to consider for a time. She looked even taller like that. He might as well have been staring up at a great, shadowy goddess, for how much the giantess of a sheep dwarfed him. One good stomp of her hooves, even an accidental one, on his prone body could have shattered him, he knew. Which was why he stayed very still as she stepped to turn herself around and present him with the vast expanse of her thick, rounded ass, topped off by that short, fluffy sheep tail.

Then he vanished. She lowered herself upon his face with relative care, but it was still like being sat upon by a mountain. In an instant, he was utterly engulfed in her rear end, smooshed down flat under her weight, his muzzle pointed directly between each of those mighty cheeks. She settled down with his nose shoved up against her rim, his lips near her pussy, his whole face a towel for the accumulated sweat worked up in the process of utterly dominating him. Then she pressed a little harder, as if she intended to take him right inside. She stopped just short of that, keeping him shoved tightly against that taut, smooth hole, letting him involuntarily smooch it until she gave an impatient snort.

"Well, go on. Worship the one who beat you. You are powerless to do anything but bow down and serve."

It wasn't a question of what he wanted. He was left to pleasure and huff the huge black sheep's ass if he wanted to survive their encounter. Even then, it didn't seem guaranteed. He swam in the sea of her musk, he licked the sweat smoothly from under her short tail, dancing his tongue along the dark flesh of her rim. All the while, she shoved herself back against his face, always demanding more, no matter how much of his dignity he sacrificed to praise her with his every slurp. He felt moments away from simply being crushed, as if a single pound more pressed upon his face would have been enough to destroy them. That just served to make his licking all the more enthusiastic and thorough, even when it meant guzzling her perspiration, infusing his senses with the richness of her feminine scent and flavour.

When he found himself running short of air, felt the burning, the straining, the aching, he pressed his palms to those enormous cheeks. His hands sunk in deep to those rounded curves, but she was entirely unrelenting in her sitting on him. Iniko folded her arms and gave the occasional snort of pleasure that she otherwise suppressed showing. All his pushing and shoving got him no closer to escaping her. He was just going to have to hope that satisfying her might ignite some small spark of mercy in her cold, dark heart. If that meant rimming her until his tongue went numb, then so be it.

She wasn't fully content to simply use him as a throne. He felt the slight shift of her weight, subtle to her, but for him it might as well have been an earthquake. Even a small bobbing bounce of her hips was devastating from such a vulnerable position. She smothered down hard, almost fully wrapping those plump cheeks around his head in the process of riding his muzzle, harshly mashing his nose to the base of her tail while he made out with her backside. As usual, his pawing and pressing was useless to keep her from grinding down on him any more gently. He was immersed in her, too busy adoring her at her command to worry too much about his own needs. Though he was going to suffocate in another minute, if she didn't give him at least some slight reprieve.

For as much as it might have been framed as humiliation, domination, punishment for failing to hold up to her strength, he wasn't immune to the effects of having a huge, powerful woman on top of his face. His sheath went from lightly stirring to fulling drawing back to let his cock slide forth, firm and twitching more with each second. The harder he got, the weaker he became, going beyond just lightheaded and into the void, making out with the sheep's thick ass as he tiptoed towards his grave. Only when he was on the very cusp of seeing his gods did she finally relent. He didn't even gasp out as she allowed him to breathe once more so much as he simply wheezed, blankly staring at the ceiling as if already half dead.

Before he could fully commit to unconsciousness, she roused him from his stupor with a stomp of her hooves, Thankfully, it wasn't on top of him. Instead, that shattering blow boomed down inches from his shoulder, denting the cold floor beneath it. Then she stepped on him, but only with a semblance of her total weight. She dragged her hoof across his huffing chest and eventually eclipsed his whole face with it. Her demands were obvious enough. Reaching up to clutch at the edges of that glossy sheep hoof, he worked his tongue to clean it as best he could. Any dust or dirt that he could find got swiped right up with his thorough slurps. He wasn't about to skimp on servicing her when she could have so easily crushed him with a simple shift of her hips.

"I see I've worked you up. I suspected I might." Iniko spoke with palpable disdain as she withdrew that well-polished hoof and nudged it against his swollen dick. "Then let's see if you can possibly satisfy me."

It was as enticing a thought as it was a frightening one. Just what might that entail? And what was going to happen if he failed? Such ponderings were on his mind right up to the moment she bent low, snatched him by the shoulders, and hauled him off the ground with ease. He'd never been handled like that by a woman, demonic or not. A full-steam charge with him in her clutches eventually directed the two of them together against one of the nearby walls that hadn't started crumbling yet. It wasn't going to last long with the way she treated it, slamming her quarry up against it, pinning him between her hefty bulk and the cold stone.

Stunned and shaken, Jozef managed just a groan while he got buried in her bosom once more. He wasn't tall enough to look her in the eye while they fucked. There was no less crude word for what ensued. She took him by the dick, clutching him between her thighs fingers, and simply lined him up with a surprisingly warm, wet pussy so she could sheath him deep inside her all in one forceful motion. The extended schliccck of entering her brought a whimper from his lips, one that was thankfully muffled in her tits. He didn't want to show any sort of weakness to her. At least aside from what he'd already shown in the process of getting thrown around and smothered by her enormously powerful body.

He was balls deep inside her all at once, left with no time to adjust to the feeling of her wrapped all snugly around him, squeezing on his every inch. When she clenched those inner muscles down in a potent vise-grip, she was just as tight as anyone of regular size. Maybe tighter. She was already threatening to milk him dry before the first thrust. The motion of her rolling, grinding hips plowing forth to throw herself against him ended up slamming him back against the wall, driving him deeper into her body, bombarding him with pleasure and pain alike while she brutalized him. Her ruthless pursuit of pleasure had her hammering against him, squishing his face deep into her cleavage, his chest into her belly, and all the while he was trapped between her thighs, fully immersed in her body, drinking down her sweat and musk alike once it started flowing thicker.

Her pace didn't get any less relentless. She drove him into her with heavy, pounding thrusts, smacking his ass back against the wall. Any effort he might have made to contribute to the violent fight-fuck got driven out of him by her sheer power. His thrusts were minuscule compared to her huge, driving lunges. She overtook him every time, overpowering him with her presence and her size alike, swallowing his cock deep into the sleek depths of her sex until the blazing urge to spill his seed within her was the most powerful aspect of his entire being. It surged and sparked through his veins, it rattled down his spine, it shook through his skull, possessing him with the utmost need, whether she was ready for it or not.

It wasn't just the threat of losing control of his orgasm that worried him. The more she drove herself into his body, mercilessly rutting herself on his cock, the more he felt as if he was himself coming undone. He was never going to feel the same again after she was done bruising and battering his body, bashing him senseless with her every thrust. She didn't even have to hold him up. Her hands were planted on the wall itself, keeping him aloft and off his feet with the pinning weight of her curves alone. He faintly kicked his bare paws while she drummed a feral rhythm on his body, leaving his hips feeling as if they were going to simply shatter at any moment.

Beneath the softer outer layer, the curves and pudge she wore, there was nothing but sheer muscle. Iniko put it to full use as she took him deeper, deeper, all but swallowing up his swinging balls in the process of plapping them up against those silken folds. Plenty of it felt good, no doubt. Plenty more was simply numbing, slamming the sensation right out of his limbs as if to focus it all on his shaft. She squeezed it, kneaded it, clutched it tight. Sometimes he even felt a promising clench, a sudden spasm that was the one thing she didn't fully control. The sheep was feeling it. He was giving her something she liked, at the least. But he wasn't going to be able to endure for as long as it took to milk her to a climax, not when she was so very tight, so very velvety, hugging him from tip to knotted base. She didn't even flinch when she popped that fully formed bulb inside her, nor did she hesitate to yank it right back out again on every backstroke, making him tie and untie with her, again and again and again.

No mortal could have resisted the temptation to cum inside her after going that long, shoved deep within her succulently slurping sex. Maybe she was a little more of a demoness than she would admit, for how expertly she wielded pleasure. She stole that orgasm from him, ready or not, gritting her teeth and giving a snarl to rival a wolf's own while she worked her way to a somehow even more intense pace in the final moments that came before he went tight, rigid, and blew his load all at once. It simply exploded out of him with minimal, a lightning bolt shock of fleeting ecstasy that was over nearly as swiftly as it began. And through it all, he was spurting, gushing, utterly flooding her with as much wolf seed as he could possibly provide, feeling it all getting drained from her by her contracting confines.

He managed a snort, maybe even the briefest of moan-like grunts while she took his full cumshot between the thighs. She ensured pulling out wasn't remotely possible all throughout his creamy finish. Her grip was firm upon his cock, her breasts were wrapped around his head like two great, perspiring cushions, and she held him pinned and squished into her powerful yet pudgy shape until he was completely done. He fell to whimpering once more, unable to suppress the sound as she peeled herself off of him, leaving him glistening with her sweat, drooling on himself. When she let him go, he slid sloppily from her sex in one smooth pop then harshly collapsed to the hard floor, utterly spent, battered and bruised, but panting his satisfaction nonetheless.

She loomed over him for a time, arms folded under her bust. She didn't look pleased. He wasn't sure if she was capable of that. Her pussy reflected the low light, glistening with her frustrated lust. Just looking up at her, sniffing her divine pheromones was enough to make him stiff once more, even if that meant flinching at first. To get that hard so soon after an orgasm that potent wasn't his norm, but she wasn't remotely normal. Maybe she was working some unseen magic on him to prepare him for another session, or maybe he just found her that arousing. Either way, he had no choice in the matter. She made that much clear.

"Do not presume you are remotely finished. I will get what I want from you, wolf."

The thud of her knees on either side of his hips sounded painful, but she didn't show it. She simply dropped down to crawl over his body and catch his tender cock against her folds once more. He could only pray her aim was true as she rose up high, lifting that wide ass, and thumping down to fully stuff him inside her once more. He bottomed out in an instant, his knot slurped inside, his balls smacked against her pussy lips to send a splatter of juices all over his fur. She was wet for him. That wasn't just his own spunk that soaked his shaft as he delved deep inside her once more. But he had to admit he wasn't fully confident in his ability to actually get her off, and that was sure to have consequences.

Her body moved as if she'd never heard of momentum. There was no build up. She simply lifted her rump high and then dropped it down with a wobble of impact, accelerating in an instant to a grinding, mechanical rhythm that produced some truly impressive slaps and spanks of sex-slick flesh on flesh. He got his hands up enough to clutch her hips, gripping her jiggling rear while she rode him hard. Beads of hot sweat rained upon him while she fucked him stupid, further staining his fur in her deep, earthy scent. There was a hint of tea leaves, and maybe incense, but mostly she overwhelmed him with the feminine spice of exertion as she worked her muscles to annihilate his hips with her bouncing rear.

So their sex continued, a maddening drumbeat upon his body, slamming him inside only to wrench him free of her seed-flooded depths and repeat the process quicker than he could even register the sensations being driven into his body. He closed his eyes for some of it, and for the rest he had them wide open, fixated firmly on her fearsome form. Could such a violent beast have ever truly walked among the heavens? Had she been twisted by her fall, or had such savagery always been part of her nature? Her eyes were intensely white by then, nearly blinding him with their radiance while she fucked him numb. He felt he might have managed as long as she just focused on holding on tight and not breaking in half, but he was ever so close to crumbling beneath her weight. His bones could only take so much.

Yet for all the damage she'd done to him, she perhaps generously assumed he still had something left to give her. Rather than simply allow him to passively take everything she inflicted upon him, she surprised him by suddenly snatching him up again. A grip on his shoulders took him with her as she rolled. He found himself atop her belly, his arms trembling when he tried to hold himself up, wrapped between her thighs. His time was short. The squeeze of those muscular legs around his waist was more than enough to crush him to death if he ended up failing her. There was nothing to do but to follow her command and do his very best to fuck the fallen angel until she came.

"Earn your penance, knight. Show me what you have left. Do not stop until I tell you."

He might have laughed if he had the strength. He could barely feel half of his body, and she wished him to treat her like a proper lady after all she'd done to drive him to the brink of breaking? If he wished to survive, he was simply going to have to tap into his deepest reserves, reach into the very depths of his holy courage to find what he needed to please her. He sucked a breath, he propped himself up, shaking, and he started moving his hips in a modest but steady rhythm, working his way up to something more powerful once he got a proper feel for her vast body. She remained tight as ever around his shaft while he drove himself inside her, making up for the size difference with the power of her inner muscles.

Perhaps it was time to finally earn some vengeance against her for all she'd done to him. The thought was at least motivation enough to help him speed up, to make him go from the caring lovemaking he might have shown a maiden to a more bestial, animal pounding. There was no need to be gentle with someone like her. He found something left, some part of him that hadn't yet been shattered, and put all his strength into fucking her as hard as he possibly could. Digging his toes into the hard floor, clutching her, clawing her, he worked into a panting, drooling snarl as his more wolven side took over. If the sheep wanted a wolf,she was going to get it.

"Harder! Harder!" she bellowed, her voice ringing out through the desecrated ruins and beyond. "Are you a knight or are you a pup?"

He responded accordingly, gripping her as he plowed in between her mighty thighs. The walls were closing in on him. Not only did she clamp and clench his pussy in the process of growing closer and closer to orgasm, but she tightened the constricting grip of her legs around his waist as she did so. He wasn't sure if he was sealing his fate by pleasuring her, or if the sands of his hourglass were rapidly falling as she applied that dangerous, crushing pressure on his body. He started to falter, the harder she gripped him. His pace slowed, his strength was sapped, but she made up for his failures by humping and grinding up against him, her palms pressed form on his back while she rode him from beneath, breaking him between her thighs.

Jozef swore he heard something crunch. She was destroying him. He tried to thrust, tried to keep pleasing her, but she'd taken control once more. A glance to her face saw her expression twisted into one of pure rage, or maybe that was how she expressed pleasure. He saw her sharp teeth amid the flatter ones, saw the sparks of once-divine power emanating off of her, the rays of light that threatened to blind him. And finally, he felt himself giving his all to her, devoting himself to her feminine temple as he unloaded yet another hefty cumshot straight towards her womb.

He filled her while she finally erupted, giving him a juicy backblast of his own cum with the force of her gushing. All the while, she closed her legs around him, tighter, harsher, pushing past his resistance until she was truly tenderizing him, wounding him beyond his own comprehension. He choked and gasped as his climax finished, cut short by having his bones cracked and possibly even broken by the sheer power of the black sheep. A cry escaped him as his broken body slumped atop her, unable to move much at all. He was still inside her, still faintly twitching, overstimulated to the point of unbearable after two rapid cumshots. She slid him from inside her slowly, pushing him off her body to let him painfully slump down on his back.

Jozef faintly reached up towards her, as if to ask her for mercy. He should have known she would grant him none. She already made that abundantly clear to him. With her hands on her hips, she knelt near him, considering what she might do with a broken knight. Her expression was as stern as ever once she came down from orgasm. Leaning closer, she raised her head just above his own, face to face with him. Then he saw the corner of her lip curl into a sneer. She pursed her lips and spat on his face to show him precisely what she thought of his efforts, leaving him streaked with saliva along with all the other fluids clinging to his face.

"I have found you wanting, undeserving of your claims to piety. You are broken and defeated. What use are you against the evils that wrack this world?"

He opened his lips as if to answer her, but she wasn't looking for a response. She never gave him the chance. Instead, she mounted his face once more, squishing him down against her well-fucked pussy. He smothered there for a time, too weak to please her. When she tugged him along, he flopped with her, sprawling out on his belly with his head between her legs, his thighs wrapped around his skull and throat. The more pressure she applied, the less easily he could breathe. Even when he did manage to gasp out, he was huffing directly from her wet sex, swallowing the scents of their vicious mating. He was fading, and could only faintly tap her on her meaty thighs while she choked the remaining life from his broken body.

There was a certain ecstasy in suffocating. He wondered if he was perhaps ascending to heaven. A blissful smile formed on his face and didn't leave at the thought. She was wrong about him. His zeal wasn't misplaced. He'd done well with his time in the mortal world, and would be rewarded, even if it was cut short by the brutal demon-in-denial. His body twitched as he lost control over it, fading, fainting, suffocating as she strangled him to death between the juiciest pair of thighs he'd ever seen. With his eyes closed, and his muscles finally relaxed, he accepted his fate, slumping down against her pussy, letting the sheep finish him off in unusually sensual fashion.

Iniko held on until the very last of his movements ceased. She knew those last few spasms running up and down his limbs were nothing more than the final impulses of his nerves, but she wasn't satisfied until he was utterly still, motionless beneath her. Only then did she release her grip and let him slump to the floor, a glassy look in his eyes, a foolish smile on his lips. Jozef of Mythos, slain by the fallen angel, but not before devoting himself to her in the most carnal of fashions. She stood and considered his body for a time. Resurrection was not beyond the realm of her capabilities. She had not lost her power in her fall. It was only a question of whether he deserved it.

At the very least, she didn't leave him there. Reaching down, she grabbed his limp body by the shoulder, and waved the other hand to open a rift to her own personal pocket realm. It was a place beyond time, where punishments could last millennia while the recipient appeared missing for no more than a moment. A toss of his body into the unknown, and she sealed the passage up again. Jozef was gone, shrouded from his gods in a place no one could see him but for the cruel sheep herself. She would decide what to do with him, and whether he was worthy of a second chance. Later.