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"Almooooosst there." Amy said in concentration. Sweat beaded on her brow as she slowly rotated the lock picks in her hand. She couldn't believe that an item as rare as the statue of Iblis would have such low security. Just one door with one lock in the basement if a small castle. The contract warned about demons or something like that, but she hadn't seen so much as an imp. There was that one knight she thought but he was hardly a demon. All he needed was one well placed knife between the ribs, one of Amy's specialties. She wondered why no one else had attempted to gain the artifact, while she continued her work on the door.

A loud -click- signified that the lock was opened and Amy couldn't help but smile in anticipation. The statue was some kind of translating thing for demonic word or whatever. What really mattered was that it would sell for ten times her weight in gold! I'll be able to retire! she thought while adjusting her skintight, black, leather armor. Head still in the clouds, Amy reached for the door handle.

"SHIT!" She screamed after touching the door knob. The small metal handle was hot as fire and had burned her hand. Growling a bit in rage, Amy took a few steps back and then kicked in the door. Upon opening the door, Amy was blasted by an intense wave of heat.

"Woah!" Amy exclaimed, walking into the enormous room. The door led to an underground cavern that was almost overflowing with molten lava. The entire room glowed with the bright red liquid. There was a large area of solidified land in the middle of the room that was surrounded on all sided by lava. A small bridge led across the molten lake and in the center of the landmass was a small pedestal.

"Holy shit." Amy said, a dumb stricken look on her face. Looking to her left she saw a narrow winding trail that led to the small bridge. Taking a deal breath, Amy began her decent, making sure to take slow, cautious steps. "For the money. For the money." Amy chanted as she walked, trying not to think about what would happen if she were to slip. Looking down, she saw the boiling lava and shuddered. Eventually Amy made it to the small bridge and, for the first time since she left town, started to question if she should actually go through with this.

First off, no one had said anything about a lava filled death trap or crossing a tiny wooden bridge over a moat of lava! Secondly, this whole contract seemed off from the beginning. She had seen it posted to a board in the city's black market. Not too unusual except for the fact that no one else seemed to notice it, a contract worth 50,000 gold. Thinking it too good to be true, Amy traveled to the contractors estate and was amazed. The man, Arnold Delvin, was extremely wealthy and if he wasn't the one offering the contract, Amy would have been tempted to rob him. Upon speaking to the curious man, Amy learned that he amased a large fortune selling rare exotic animals, of which he didn't say, and that he wanted her to retrieve some demonic statue of great power.

Amy had readily agreed then, but now, standing in front of the bridge, she was really starting to reconsider._ Its 50,000 gold_ she told her self. Who in their right mind would turn down 50,00 gold. So what if the man was a little fishy and so what if you have to cross this rickety old bridge. Do it for the money!

Amy cursed her misfortune before taking her first step on the small wooden bridge. Taking a deep breath, she took another step, and then another. The bridge swayed slightly making her gasp and utter small curses. Wiping a strand of long black hair from her eyes, Amy pushed onwards until she was at the other side. Breathing a sigh of relief, she walked towards the pedestal and the statue.

"Well, that was the easiest 50,000 gold I have ever made" Amy chuckled as she reached to pick up the statue.

After she removed the strange thing, she herd the strangest whisper echo throughout the cavern. A shiver ran down her back despite the heat of the molten room. Looking down, she examined the statue in her hand. It was actually rather perverted, depicting two strange canine creatures mating with each other.

"What ever." Amy said, shrugging her shoulders before looking up. She almost screamed at what she saw. Standing in front of the bridge was an ominous cloaked figure.

"Who are you and what do you want!" Amy yelled, dropping the statue and drawing a curved short sword. The figure reached one hand out, causing Amy to tense in fear, before swiftly pulling his hand back and removing his hood.

"Oh, its you" Amy said, recognizing the face of Arnold Delvin. She lowered her weapon. A bit before bending over and picking up the statue.

"Yes," said Delvin, his voice slow and mysterious. "And it seems that you have fallen right along with my plan."

That doesn't sound good. Amy thought before lifting her weapon.

"Here, I got your statue." Amy said holding the statue out in one hand, keeping her sword ready in the other. " I don't know why you couldn't just come and get it your self."

"Yes that would have made more sense, if I was truly after the statue." The man said taking a small step towards Amy.

As he moved closer Amy could see that he looked different from before. She could see that his skin color was off. He seemed to be tinted with red, like his entire body was blushing. His cloak was also moving in a strange, waving motion behind him. His eyes had shifted from the brown they were to an inhumanly black, while two small horns protruded from his head.

"W-what do you want demon." Amy asked dropping the statue and nervously gripping her sword with both hands.

"Glad you asked!" He said, a sinister smile forming on his features. "What I told you earlier was completely true, human. I do make quite a bit of money selling rather rare and exotic animals to a... Certain market of individuals."

"What kind of animals?" Amy asked taking a few steps back.

"Hellhounds" the man said. "They make very loyal companions and are in high demand in the underworld. It just so happens that one of my finest breeding females has been bought by a rather powerful demon and I am now in need of a replacement."

"You what?" Amy gasped, not liking where this was going at all. Looking around, she saw that the demon was blocking the only exit from this lava filled prison. If I can just get around him and to the bridge! she thought. She started side stepping slowly, watching as he did the same.

"What do you want from me?" Amy asked, slowly circling towards the bridge."I can pay you whatever you want."

"Pay? Oh No no no." He said wiggling a finger. "When you accepted that contract, you volunteered for the task. By entering the underworld and touching a demons soul stone you have proved your heart is black and full of deceit."

"The underworld?" Amy whispered looking around at the lava filled room.

"Yes." The demon replied cooly. "This is my domain. The small portion of the underworld that I was given when I accepted the title Beastmaster. By entering the portal you have sealed your fate. You, my dear human, are going to become my replacement Hellhound bitch."

"Like hell I am!" Amy yelled before turning around and running towards the bridge. Right before she got to it, she turned her head to look at the demon just in time to see him lift up his hand and snap. Turning her head around, Amy stared wide eyed as the bridge, her only hope of escape, was engulfed in flames. She slowed to a stop and watched the small wooden bridge burn, before turning to face her adversary.

"You see," the demon said walking slowly towards Amy. "I have been watching you. Watching you kill with out care, steal without reason. That contract was made for you, and only you. I couldn't pass over someone who's heart is as black as yours."

"I-I've done good, lots of it!" Amy pleaded.

"Oh come off it!" The demon yelled. "I do not have time for petty begging and the empty promises you will make. I have a deadline too keep. Pyrus!" He yelled snapping his fingers. The moment he did, the lava to the right of Amy began to boil and then... Move! A large pool of it traveled onto the small landmass and moved towards Amy, forcing her to take several steps back. The pool of lava suddenly stopped moving and began to boil furiously. It started to rise, while congealing into a large blob. Slowly the pool began to take shape and soon a creature from nightmares stood before Amy.

The beast was canine in appearance with a broad muzzle and pointed ears. The thing was massive, standing taller then Amy's 5'8". It's fur was a mix of brown, red, and black, the three colors swirling into mesmerizing patterns on its plush, rough looking pelt. Small orange flames licked randomly across the surface of its muscular body. The beasts' paws were huge and tipped with long, sharp, black claws, while his paw pads were a fierce red. The ground beneath the creatures feet steamed and hissed as its paws seemed to turn the hard stone into soft, mailable magma. It's eyes were an intimidating dark red and seemed to glow, as if a fire was shining light through its irises. It's tail waved back and forth slowly, lava still dripping from its tip from the creatures formation. Upon the beasts head sat two, large, red, dimly glowing horns that marked this beast as a true creature of hell.

Amy took a step back, face completely frozen in shock. The Hellhound shook its fur, sending small droplets of lava flying, and turned to look at his master. Walking up to the beast, the male demon rubbed his hand between the Hellhounds ears, making the canine creature start to pant in pleasure.

"Who's a good boy!" The demon started cooing. Tail wagging the hellhound offered a loud, low grumble if a bark before giving the demon a lick. "Ah, Good. Pyrus, I've gotten you a present." The demon pointed to Amy who instantly tensed. "She's going to be you new mate! Why don't you go say hi?"

With that the creature turned and looked at Amy with those large dreadful eyes before casually walking towards her.

"Stop beast!" Amy shouted, but the beast did not yield. When it got within a few feet of Amy, the hellhound crouched down, a deep menacing growl forming in its throat, and pounced. Amy cried out in shock as the beast soared through the air and landed in front of her.

Using all of her courage, Amy took her sword and stabbed the beast in its shoulder, blade sliding in to the hilt. She took a few steps back as the creature looked and made a confused noise before looking at the sword protruding from its body. After a moment, it reached its large head down and began to pry the sword out with its long sharp teeth, not even showing a hint if pain. Once extracted, the Hellhound dropped the sword to the ground with an audible clank before stepping on it with one paw. The metal of the sword turned a bright orange before melting, the molten liquid spreading out into a small puddle.

"Oh Shit." Amy whispered in complete shock.

"'Oh Shit' is right." Said the demon, chuckling to himself. "Pyrus, mate her before she has anymore bright ideas." The Hellhound lunged once more at Amy, only this time knocking her to the ground. He swiftly pined her by the shoulders causing Amy to cry out as her leather armor started to smolder. The Hellhound slowly leaned his head down, eyes locked on to Amy's, before sticking his tongue out and licking Amy on the cheek.

"AHHHH!" Amy screamed as the superheated organ slowly dragged across her face. He licked her again, this time along the neck. Amy wreathed in agony, his long, hot tongue feeling like fire against her flesh.

"Wondering why you're still alive?" The demon asked from behind the pair on the floor.

"Please stop him!" Amy cried out, cringing as the beast continued his onslaught.

"When you touched that statue a few powers were transferred to you," the demon continued on, "one of which being the ability to survive this otherwise fatal mating. Can't have you dying on me now, can I?"

Amy screamed again as the beast lavished her face, tears forming in her eyes. "Though it does seem to have forgotten to do something about the pain. Oh well, I like to hear the screams anyway."

The Hellhound relented his ministrations, much to Amy's relief. Before shifting his body around on top of the human. He stopped once his head was directly above Amys crotch. The only things that Amy could now see were the beasts taunt balls and large, plump sheath.

"You know," the demon started as the Hellhound began licking Amy's covered thighs. "I think that the Ignishound is my favorite species if Hellhound, especially when making a new bitch. All that fire and heat are hot, no pun intended."

"Fuck you!" Amy screamed in both rage an pain. The hounds licking had dissolved her armor and he was now sniffing at her cunt directly.

"I think it should be the other way around, as that's what Pyrus intends to do!" The demon replied laughing. Amy was going to reply, but, just as she was about to, the Hellhound lowered his haunches and started rubbing his balls and sheath on Amy's face. The heat radiating from them was beyond painful, burning as if she was touching flaming hot metal. Every time she tried to inhale her nose burned from both the heat and his musk. He smelled like burning leaves, brimstone, and virile male, a powerful and noxious combination that had Amy gagging.

Amy tried to move her face, but instantly froze when she felt the hot breath of the Helhound on her snatch. A moment later Amy screamed as she felt the long, hot, moist tongue drag slowly across her soft pussy lips. As soon as his first pass was complete, he went back down for another. And another. And another. His tongue pushing, trying to delve into her clenching depths.

"You known I have learned a lot about Hellhounds in my time as beast master." The demon started casually, though Amy could barley comprehend his words over her pain. "How about I tell you a few facts while your mating, to lighten the mood."Amy screamed again as the beasts tongue forced its way into her inner cunt, burning her sensitive walls.

"The Ignishound, as your probably already aware, is the embodiment if heat and fire. His internal body temperature is somewhere around 200 degrees." Amy wanted to yell at the demon to stop this, but every time she breathed her body was flooded with the Hellhounds sent, his grinding crotch stoping all words from forming. Whenever she did get a breath, she could only use it for a high pitched scream, as the beast continued to lap at her honeypot. His insistent probing was starting to wear Amy down and she found that she couldn't continue to clench her vaginal walls. Her desperate attempt to keep the beast out failing. Soon she stopped altogether with a sigh of defeat. The beast took advantage of her temporary fatigue and shoved his tongue in as far as it would go. This caused Amy to clench anew, but it was too late. The Hound had already began to probe her innermost depths.

"The hell hounds oral organ is a toasty 300 degrees, and Pyrus has been breed to have his be amazingly long and dexterous." The demon commented, and, as if on cue, the Hellhound began to undulate his tongue. This Massaged Amy's depths in a way that was extraordinarily painful and unfathomably pleasurable at the same time. He began to tickle her g-spot, slowly scraping the tip back and forth across her happy zone. Amy cried out in pure sexual pleasure. Her orgasm hit hard, a literal flood of her sexual fluids splashing against the Hellhounds muzzle, sizzling slightly. The beast was happy to lap it all up and continued to lick her through out her orgasm. Slowly her sexual high simmered down and the Hellhound withdrew his tongue with a long, slow, lewd slurping sound.

Amy laid on the floor, completely stunned, as the beast got up and turned around until his face was looming above Amy's. His fur was matted with Amy's arousal and small wisps of steam were rising from his soaked face. lowering his head he gave Amy's face another searing hot lick.

"Another interesting fact," the demon started as the hellhound started to lower his haunches, "is that a Ignishounds mating tool is somewhere in the range of 500 degrees. Fun stuff!"

"Please!" Amy cried in pain as she felt the tip of the beast shaft touch her hip.

"You herd her Pyrus!" The demon exclaimed. "She can't take it any longer! Don't keep your mate waiting!" The Hellhound offered a low ruff in reply before violently ramming his hips towards Amy's. She Yelled until her lung were raw as the burning rod of canine meat slammed into her body. The hellhound pushed as hard as he could, wiggling and shifting his hips in an attempt to bury himself fully into his mate. After concluding that he could go no farther, the hound pulled back until only his tip was left in her. Amy could hear the sizzling sound of her feminine nectar steaming on his super heated cock before feeling the beast slam into her abused vagina once more.

He started to violently pound the poor woman in earnest, wrapping a paw around her shoulder and pulling her as close to him as possible. After a few good thrusts, Amy felt the first searing hot blast of pre shoot into her depths. It was like pure fire being let loose to splatter against her inner walls.

"Onto the third intriguing fact." The he demon said casually as the beast violated the woman. "A Hellhounds cum has a very unique property and, when combined with the powers of the statue, should have a very fascinating effect on your body."

Amy's brain was trying to comprehend what the demon was saying but the Hellhound's use of her body proved to be a very good distraction. It wasn't until she felt a tingle in her feet that Amy began to understand.

"The more and more he comes into your body," the demon said with amusement. "The more you will turn, human. Until there is nothing left but a beautiful Hellhound bitch."

Amy wanted to protest, to deny what he was saying, but every time the Hellhound above her shot a blast of his molten pre into her body, she could feel a small part of her humanity being lost. The tingle in her feet had morphed into pain and had spread to other parts f her body. Every time the beast above her would thrust into her depths, she could feel her self being lost. She looked at her hands, which had been yanking the hellhounds fur in an attempt to throw off the madly humping beast. They were growing small black hairs and her nails were slowly growing longer. She could feel her teeth sharpening, her canines lengthening.

The Hellhound pulled back before shoving his entire length in to Amy. He grounded his hips against her until she could feel his knot pushing against her opening. He shoved and shoved his blazing cock, slowly prying Amy's clenching lips open, until , with a grunt from him and a shriek from her, his knot popped in. The hellhound continued to hump, but his thrusts were now short and fast as apposed to the long and hard of earlier.

Amy was in a mix between unbearable pain and absolute bliss. Not only was the Hellhounds demonic cum transforming her body, it was also transforming her mind. Thoughts of how much she loved her mate and how lucky she was to be speared on his cock crossed her mind. It made the unfathomably hot canine phallus in her feel goo No great! Amazing, so amazing.

Amy could hear the beast panting, his breath labored. He thrust for all he was worth into his mate until he soared over the edge. He rammed as far as he could into the poor transforming human before lifting his head back and howling his pleasure for all to hear.

Amy writhed under the beast as she felt the first splash of his molten cum shoot from his pulsing length. She cried out in fear and anguish, expecting the cum to burn like nothing she had yet experienced. She cringed as she felt the demonic jizz splash against her cervix, but instead of burning pain, she felt a low tingle of warmth deep with in her. It was the most wonderful feeling she had ever experienced and quickly pushed to climax again. She cried out in pure ecstasy, a sound that was more canine then human. The Hellhound tightened his grip around Amy's shoulders and humped madly, shooting pulse after pulse of his viral cum deep into his mates now eager passage. He kept pumping until all his essence was in her and his stream cum slowed to a trickle.

Releasing her from his death grip, the Hellhound admired his new mates apperance. Her pale human face was now replaced with a narrow feminine muzzle and her eyes were now a luminescent orange and were looking into his. She was panting with exhaustion and looked at the male Hellhound with a confusion present on her features.

Amy could only stare dumbstruck at the beast above her. She could still feel his slightly pulsing member that was locked inside her depths by that delicious knot. It felt so good the way is spread her open, but she knew it shouldn't. It should still hurt, should still burn. She wished it did because that would mean she was still human. She knew after the pain, tingling and burning had stopped that she was no longer Amy, no longer her old self. She was a demon, a Hellhound like the beast above her. While a part of her dreaded the idea and wanted cry out her sorrows, another quickly growing part enjoyed the idea. She shook her head, feeling her ears wiggle on top of her head, before looking at the beast above her.

He was giving her a loving and compassionate look. A look of wanting and care. She tried to talk, to open her mouth and voice her protests, but all that came out was a soft canine whine. The the Male Hound bent down and began to lick Amy's muzzle, his tongue no longer feeling hot and painful, but soft and pleasant. Amy tried to comprehend what she thought, but her thoughts were clouded, the demonic presence in her overshadowing her judgement.

After a long moment if this, Pyrus swiftly pulled back, and, with a loud pop, removed his knot. He slowly dragged his red member from the confines of Amy crotch before standing to his feet. Amy rolled over onto her side and got a look at new body. Her appearance was similar to that of the other Hellhound, only she had more feministic curves and slightly smaller paws. She had a similarly colored pelt of fur except where he was red brown and black, she was orange tan and black.

Rolling over again, Amy got to her feet. She wobbled a bit before tilting over, but instead of falling to the ground, she landed on Pyrus, who had moved to catch her. At the feeling of his fur against hers, Amy freaked out and hoped a few paces backwards.

"We'll that was fun!" The demon beast master said from behind Amy, startling her. She swiftly turned and stared menacingly at the now smiling demon, a low growl forming in her throat. "Woo-Hoo-hoooo." He said throwing his hands up in mock fear. "There's still a bit of human in ya! Can't have that. Luckily, I happen to know a way to fix it." He took a step until he was in front of Amy before lifting his hands up and clapping. "Shorein! Lardin!" Amy gasped as the demons shadow began to move. Suddenly two Hellhounds propelled themselves out of the shadow landing a small distance from Amy.

They were mirror images of each other. Though they were slightly smaller then both Pyrus and Amy, they were equally intimidating. They both were covered in fur black as coal that seemed to wave and bend like smoke. Their eyes were dark as well, like two voids sucking in all light. Upon their canine heads were two long dark horns that had had smoke rolling off of them like a lit incense. Their tailed waged slowly behind them, the tips also releasing smoke, as if there was a small smoldering ember buried deep with in it.

"Why don't you to go and greet... Uh" the demon started before reaching a hand up to rub his face in thought. "How about... Cinder?" He finally said and Pyrus barked loudly at the name, his tail wagging . "Ahh, glad you like it! Why don't you two go and greet Cinder." They both took a step twards the newest Hellhound while she battled her mind in silence. I am not Cinder! she screamed to her self, taking a step back. My name is Amy! It had always been. she kept thinking this, but another voice whispered in her mind, telling her that she was mistaken. I- my name... Is... she shook her head trying to shake out the words that both the demons and the voice in her head had left. My...My name is, is Cinder. she thought feeling silly for ever questioning her own name. She had always been Cinder, ever since she was a small pup.

Looking up, Cinder voiced a small bark of surprise as she came face to face with one of the dark Hellhounds. The beast reached his snout out and gave hers a small lick, right across her moist black nose. Wiggling her nose, she huffed a bit as she felt another nose sniffing at her crotch. She wanted to jump away and bite at the Hound, but every time he huffed at her opening, she felt her vagina heat up with need. It started as a small burning but quickly exasperated into a inferno inside her.

"Look at that Cinder." The demon laughed. "They want to play with you. Oh, won't you let them?"

She wanted to resist. She wanted to bite the demon and fight the beasts. She wanted to... But she couldn't. Her mind was quickly succumbing to the demonic taint in her body. She wanted... She wanted to be filled again. She wanted for these Hellhounds to sate the burning heat between her legs. She needed to be filled again.

She voiced her need, whining softly while wiggling her hips. All of the Hellhounds knew what that meant. A willing Hellhound bitch in heat! They acted almost instantly, no sane Hellhound would pass up such an opportunity. One of the Shadow Hounds laid down on the ground and rolled over until both his paws were in the air, his long red cock waving like a battle flag. Cinder knew exactly what this meant, having served countless Hellhounds this way, and walked up to the beast, giving his pulsing cock a quick lick. She then straddled his body until his penis was lined up with her cunt. Shivering with anticipation, she lowered herself on to his thick canine mating tool. It slowly parted her already dripping and pre lubricated folds. Cinders eyes closed with pleasure as she felt the cock sink easily into her waiting depths.

The canine below her started to hump into the waiting bitch's hole, while the other shadow hound started to lick at their union. His tongue scraped against her her pussy and onto the other shadow hounds glistening red cock, eliciting a whimper of pleasure from both beasts. Slowly, his tongue traveled up the females cunt until it came to her puckered anus. He began to lavish her tail hole, licking furiously while slightly probing her depths with tongue.

Cinder closed her eyes and growled in pleasure at his attention. When she opened them, she saw her mate standing directly in front of her. He gave her muzzle a small, affectionate lick before putting one paw on her shoulder. Then another. Next thing Cinder knew, he had scrambled up her and she was now faced to face with her mates beautifully hot cock. It glistened with her fluids and pulses with need.

Leaning forward Cinder gave the tool a long, slow sniff, shuddering in anticipation. He smelled of burning leaves and brimstone, an amazing combination that made her mouth water. Sticking her tongue out she gave his length a long wet lick, marveling in the taste that exploded in her maw. Pushing her hips down so as to drive the pounding Hound below her deeper, she opened her maw and engulfed the tip of he mates cock into her blazing, wet mouth. His taste along with his smell was a fantastic combination and had the female hound sucking and bobbing her head in earnest. Her long tongue writhed against the beasts cock, wrapping around it and massaging its length. She could hear her mate hiss in pleasure above her, thrusting his hips to get more of himself into her pulsing throat.

Cinder wiggled her hips back and forth, finally deciding that he hellhound had lubricated her rear entrance enough. The beast knew what this sign meant and quickly scrambled on top of the bitch. He offered the other hound who was in top of the female a lazy smile as he prodded his cock back and forth, trying to find her pucker. Finally finding her hole, he thrust hard and fast, swiftly penetrating her anal ring.

This made Cinder open her mouth wider in surprise, allowing for her mate to shove more of his pulsing length down her throat. The hound at her rear began to thrust in earnest, wanting to bury as much of himself as he could in the superheated females hole.

Cinder closed her eyes and focuses in on the amazing feelings she as experiencing. Her ass and cunt were both being pleasantly stretched, the small wall between them doing little to stop the feel of them rubbing within her. She could feel both shadow hounds behind her trying to shove their thick knots into her body while their cocks continuously shot small streams of pre deep within both of her eager holes. Her mate had managed to shove all of his tool up to the knot into her throat, and was humping softly. She could feel small jets of his pre traveling up his cock and down her throat into her waiting stomach. Cinder redoubled her oral ministrations, wanting to show her mate that she truly loved him. She swallowed several times, leting her undulating throat massage his phallus, while her tongue tickled along his soft hot flesh. She started to bob her head in time with his thrusts as her nose filled with his intoxicating sent.

The Hound at her cunt pulled back until his only his tip was in the bitch, before slamming his hips forward, his knot grinding along her oust lips. He kept pushing, desperately trying to tie the bitch, until, with a loud yelp from Cinder, his entire length entered her confines. The Hound behind her could feel his brothers knot and decided that he wanted his to be caressed by her supple inner flesh as well. He pushed forward, wiggling his hips back and forth until his knot violently stretched her hole ands gained access to her innermost depths.

Cinders eyes shot open at the feeling of being doubly tied, two swiftly thrusting hounds attached to her in the most intimate of ways. She could tell that all of the males were close. Each started to thrust hard and fast in an attempt to gain as much stimulation as possible before blowing.

The Hound tied to her ass came first. He howled long and hard as he shoved his hips forward until he was flush with Cinder. His paws that were hanging around her hips, clenched tightly as the first blast of his essence shot into Cinders bowels. He humped short, fast thrusts, trying to obtain as much pleasure as possible.

Seeing and hearing him climax, pushed the other two males over the edge. The one underneath grinding his receded sheath against Cinders cunt lips as his penis exploded. He humped madly as his cock assaulted her already abused cervix. He continued to thrust while her mates cock pulses in her throat. He howled and she felt as a blast of viral, molten cum traveled up his dick and down her throat. He began thrusting into her maw as he emptied his cock into her, filling her stomach with his pleasantly hot essence.

All of this was too much for Cinder as she came harder then she ever had in her life. Even harder then when her mate, alone, had taken her. She tried to howl her pleasure but the cock in her mouth only muffled the noise. As each wave of pleasure coursed through her body, she felt more and more of her humanity disappear until it was gone entirely. All that was left was a beautiful Hellhound bitch that currently had all of her holes being cummed into. She was in total bliss, the feeling of being so completely filled was like nothing she had ever felt before and made her orgasm that much sweeter.

Slowly, all if the sex crazed Hellhounds orgasms died down. Pyrus removed his cock from his mates maw with a wet, squelch. A small drop of his essence landed on her snout and she dutifully licked it up with her long canine tongue, not wanting to waste a drop of his delicious treat. Once he was done pulling out, Cinder slumped down into the waiting paws o the Helhound below her. He wrapped his paws around her body in a canine hug while the hound attached to her rear laid on top of her. Her mate laid down next to the quivering trio and began to lick the bridge of Cinders snout, while the hound underneath her licked her chin. A hand suddenly started to rub Cinders head, startling her from her dazed state. Turning her head she saw the smiling face of her master and offered him a canine smile in return. Cinder had never felt so loved and wanted to lay with the four forever.

Alas, all good things must come to an end. Eventually both of the Shadow hounds knots deflated and they removed themselves from Cinder. They began to lap at the cum that was now leaking from the females passages, eager to get a mouth full of the salty liquid.

"Alright you four lovebirds" the beast master said looking at his beautiful pets. "Time to go home." At that, both shadow hounds barked and then bounded over to their master. Stepping into his shadow they both faded until there was nothing left of the pair but a small wisp of smoke. Standing up Pyrus began walking towards the lava pool pausing only for a moment to call to his mate.

Cinder looked up to her master who was now rubbing at the fur behind her ears.

"Go on Cinder." He said affectionately. "Go with your mate. I will see you at home." Barking her approval, Cinder stood up and began walking towards her mate when she felt something under her paw. Looking down, she saw what looked like a black piece of torn leather smoldering under her red hot paw pad.

A small voice sounded in the back if her mind and Cinder turned her head to look towards a small door in the distance. For second, she contemplated running to he door, to the land of mortals. Only for a second. Her mate barked again, and she cast those strange thought out off her mind. She bounded over to her mate and knocked him into the lava pool. Jumping in next to him the two wrestled, as their body's slowly melted. Cinder was so excited! She was finally going to go home.

After watching the two Hellhounds dissapear into the lake of lava, the demonic beast master chuckled softly and snapped his fingers. Disappearing in a cloud of smoke, the demon left the empty room. The only sounds to be herd were the bubbling of lava, the hiss of steam, and the loud, creaking sound the door made as it slowly closed, forever sealing the room from the mortal world.