[yiff] Cerberus Journal - two third
The first thing that hit us was the sensation of hot air. We wondered if we had somehow gotten into one of the dry and desolate places around the Styx, or if the warhounds portal was simply that prominent at the moment. Until we realized the heat was actually affecting us! We panted unintentionally from the heat, and there we recognized the black rocks and shimmering ground around us. Jumping and turning around we faced the warhound who just stepped out of his portal, grinning a sly grin on each face, his portal snapping out of existence.
"What is this? We don't belong here!"
The warhound rolled all his eyes and snorted dismissive. "Herder. We are not done with you."
"We did our task, so what in hell could you possibly- !"
Lefty was first to discover the change. And when he saw it, all three of our pairs of eyes locked on the throbbing ebon flesh below the iron belly of the warhound. "oh?"
Another snort. He enjoyed this way too much. "Good, we got your attention. As we told you, a poor excuse of a necromancer with too much talent for his own good managed to bind us on the task. The task you fulfilled. To set the bargain even, we will repay you in full." With those words he spread his massively muscular legs, giving us total vista. His member was at least two and a half foot long as it was now, knot still in his sheath, yet already as thick as all proportions of him were. On him, that pounder could easily serve as a weapon. Behind it swaying juicy balls, the size of apples. "Do commit." he finally ordered.
"Eh. So. Erm." We stammered, unsure about our agreement to this. One of the warhounds heads tilted sideways and grinned broadly. Our own body had clearly made the decision for us.
"Good." He growled. We still just stood there, when he walked passed, that massive member and it's intoxicatingly masculine musk filling our nostrils. Blinking, we saw now that the surroundings were desolate and scorched, alright, but not unpopulated. Gargoyles, imps and even some lesser hell-hounds eyed us curiously.
"Wait a -moah!" In that moment a rough and sloppy tongue lapped at our backdoor. As everything in this realm, it was hot. It turned us very sensitive. A few more unloving laps, and we were seemingly prepared enough for his idea of repayment. The air got knocked out of our lungs when his hard chest slammed into our back. We managed to keep somewhat standing, but our upper body was almost at ground-level, front-legs spread apart. We snarled with some discomfort, but the warhound just continued to mount us. We felt his heavy prick on our hip, rubbing next to the base of our tail. It was enough to make us moan. A few more aiming thrusts and the warhound lined himself with our entrance. His tip felt sharp on our ring, like the pin-point of a lance. He was a creature of destruction, after all. For the moment, we feared he could actually harm us, which made our cock and tail-hole twitch excitedly.
With unexpected slowness he began to shove his melee weapon into us. We gasped airless. The expression on our faces clearly entertaining the many eyes around us, less and less distance away. This place was awfully prude! The member inside throbbed on its own, massaging us as it was, the sensation varying between that of actual aroused flesh and that of a blacksmiths iron-bar. We felt full and comfortable. Until his continued shoving reminded us that this was but the tip. Moaning and clawing into the ground, we felt our backside stretch around the shaft whichs diameter seemed to keep increasing forever. A sizzling sound erupted where our pre-cum hit the ground. Finally our hips connected, his balls touching ours, his prick resting and throbbing inside us.
The warhound growled his satisfaction. "Good. You herder are as adaptive as they say."
"Screw yourself." Right growled behind bared teeth, suppressing as much of each moaning as he could.
The heavy paw to our right lifted from the ground and took hold of our chest, just below Rights collarbone. We all exhaled as the rod inside us was slowly pulled outward, until but the tip remained. There the destroyer began to piston into our bowls, the muscular paw keeping us solidly in place. His heads growled in excitement, while we had our ears flattened and panted helplessly. The assault was incredibly powerful, our intestines hurt and exploded in pleasure simultaneously. The smell of our evaporating pre-cum filled the air. With joy we set our own muscles in motion, rocking back against his thrusts, tightening our warm, inner walls to comfort his prick, despite his offensiveness. With another growl and clearly filled with adrenalin, he bit our necks, one for each of his maws. We howled, feeling his fangs piercing our fur and drawing blood. On a side-note we had to discover his teeth did really feel like iron.
With every way of repercussion omitted, the strikes from his brutal invasion hit us even harder. Screaming in pain and paradise our body tensed, thick rows of our seed hit the ground. Different to our pre-cum, it was our essence, the essence of herder. Because of that, it didn't evaporate, but just gathered there for the moment. Quickly forming a puddle, the warhound hammered all the juice out of us. At that, our clouded mind realized that there was more to come. Like the bulbous wreckers ball it was, his hardened knot slammed against our backside, widening and stretching us more and more. Still cumming we whimpered, tears in the corners of our eyes. Still rocking his hips, he took a step forward, conveying his knot into us. Voicelessly we lost all our breath for the moment, our ring tightening behind his coconut of a knot, our climax momentarily prohibited. His pistoning went on in a short, disabled manner. And we were not able to draw air before he unleased hell in us.
Our eyes wet and wide, for full entertainment to all around us, almost popped out of their sockets when the first gush hit us. It felt like melted stone and metal, like the muzzle flash of a cannon. Our soft spot, already engulfed in bliss and torment until now, felt liquefied by the power of this destroyer. His pistoning went on, and more of the cruel juice welled up within us. This cursed warhound had the nerve to actually pump his essence into us! Because we were a creature of neutrality it couldn't permanently hurt us, but for the moment we had the distillate of raw chaos in our guts. Feeling small and humiliated, we found but enough air to whimper quietly.
After what felt like an eternity, the fangs left our skin. In this hot world our wounds felt cold, and the new growl was just prelude to the triumphant howl he then burst into. All creatures around joined in, with barks and craws and yells. It couldn't shame us, we were too busy playing the corked bottle which held at least a gallon of aqua regia.
We felt hot breath against our bleeding necks. His cock still throbbed, but we felt it rather with our bones than with our inner senses. The later clearly overtaxed by what sensations they had to inform us of at the moment.
"Well, Herder. Your body truly enjoyed it." If it was still possible, our ears must have turned even redder.
"Now, Herder. Try to lose up a bit. We can't leave you like this." The paw from our collar bone was placed between our shoulders. He tensed his body.
"What? Wait!!"
Our howl must have been audible in the realms far across the borders of this one. With a single flex of his unforgiving muscles, he pulled his entire length out. We couldn't tell if it ripped us, the pain was horrible as it was. Before we could worry about that, what actually made us howl was the sensation of our tender spot being first released from the oppressive knot, and now bathed in that hells cream. Enforced by the sensation all the bent up juice from our own climax rushed out in a single torrent, causing around us another wave of not only amusement but even applause of rapture.
Our minds drowned in that ongoing sea-storm of bliss and terror, it took us a moment to sense the ceasing of pain. With every throb of our backside, the extremeness of the warhounds seed decreased, until it was but a pleasant stimulus resting in our sensitive back. It was then that we realized it wasn't the throbbing of our bowls, but the constant lapping of the warhounds tongue which made hell cease from within us. When he had consumed most of his destructive essence, he audibly lapped his muzzle.
"Good. We can feel the bond is gone." We were afraid he might just throw us in and out as indiscreetly as he used to do until now. But instead, he just smiled wickedly. "You should recover, herder. We don't want any of the authorities see you like this."
We were still standing as we were while being mounted. It was hard to move any of our limbs. Actually, we had to notice what the warhound had realized already. We were paralyzed. The muscles which weren't completely cramped, were numb instead. Our member hang heavily from our sheath and not even our tail responded, leaving us to remain open and vulnerable. It was one predicament of a situation.
"Don't worry." he had read our thoughts again. "None here is really interested in that kind of exercise. You should know better."
Surely, the only kind of creation in this realm was found in that of warcraft. But with all those impudent eyes on us, which rested especially on the lower half of our body, we didn't feel exactly save.
The warhound settled next to us, seemingly intending to wait till we were ready to leave. From our position we had good vista of his prick, still hard and knotted, not able to retreat itself. By chance, it took us as long to recover and move again, as it took his knot to deflate and allow his member to retreat. If it was for his guard or not we could not tell, but true to his word at least no one had seized the advantage over us.
When we slowly moved away from the mess we had left, he didn't even grin or smile at us anymore. He was the same old presence of irritation and dominance as before. The only farewell we got was the portal he opened for us. At least, we finally got home. So we barked farewell and jumped through the rip between worlds. All in all, we were paid-off most generously.