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Morokamiami the wolf demon floated through the lunch room, his massive form unseen by the students. He knew that already, several of the lesser demons had begun their breeding, but he also knew they were going after the students. The students weren't the ones with power!

He watched them. As the bells rang, the students followed their invisible leashes to the next class, obediently following every order. Their children would not rise to greatness at this age; the only thing the lesser demons were doing was ensuring their children would have no future among the humans. They'd be lucky if they humans didn't simply exterminate their spawn.

He too felt the need to procreate, but he had the wisdom to wait. The girls could give him no power here. He needed to find the one in charge. Then, like a sign from above, he heard it.

"Attention, students," the female voice called over the intercom, "this is your reminder that there will be a mandatory pep rally in the gym tomorrow afternoon. Absence will not be tolerated."

His ears perked up. This was the voice of someone in control. It was the voice of someone in power. And it was the voice of a woman. He looked into the box the voice came from.

His ears flattened and his eyes widened- why were metal strings sticking into the box? Where were the enchantments? How was he supposed to find the source of magic when none was being used? He growled, then sniffed along the metal pieces. He could find nothing that even smelled like a person, never mind a woman. He abandoned his quest through the walls and looked around the lunch room.

An instructor was in the room, talking to some of the students. They didn't look too pleased, but he left them alone. He walked into a room and shut the door. Morokami floated to it, reading the words.

"Teachers lounge?" he asked aloud. "Why do they lounge? They should be teaching."

He floated through the door, and was greeted with a bouquet of aromas. In here, the teachers had much better food than what the students were eating. He supposed it was proper, since they were the bosses, but even among them he could sense only followers. None here were the true leaders, and though he could impregnate some and his children would be fine, none of his children would have the edge on others' children. He needed to find the woman whose voice came out of the box...

"Attention, students," the voice said again, "will Akiko Inu please come to the principal's office. I repeat, will Akiko Inu please come to the principal's office."

His right ear twitched. Just to his right, he heard the voice's echo. He floated through two more doors and a hallway, then floated into a small room.

It was set up like the world's tiniest court room. The counter was large and impressive- behind it sat a small mouse woman who was doing paperwork. He knew at once the voice wasn't hers; she was too small. In front of her, sitting in a tiny chair in front of the imposing desk, was another student. This one's legs were spread, giving Morokami a whiff of feminine smell. He growled a little- when the leader of this school was heavy with his pups and could hold no more, there would be no problem with breeding the lower castes. For now, though, he had to focus.

Behind the desk were several rooms, one of which was emblazoned with big, bold letters, "Principal." He floated into it, then looked at its inhabitant.

She was a tall, lithe jaguar. Her spots didn't quite match her red dress, but her red dress didn't quite match the school, either. She was sitting, patiently waiting for the one called Akiko to enter her domain. Her green eyes didn't look patient, though- she looked absolutely livid. No doubt she intended to discipline the student. Morokami almost wanted to wait to see what she would do to her.

Almost.

He floated over to her and licked her, tasting her essence. He knew she was not pregnant.

Of course, just because Principal Yuekai couldn't see him didn't mean she couldn't feel him, especially when his ghostly tongue reached straight through her dress and licked her belly directly. She jumped, then grabbed her stomach. A dampness made the part of her dress over her belly darker. She looked around, wondering what she could have spilled on herself. When she realized there were no beverages in sight, she shivered, then opened the office door.

"Natali," she said to the mouse lady, "If anyone comes for me, wait a few minutes. I need to take care of something."

The mouse lady nodded with the energy of a lazy slug, then got back to paperwork.

Yuekai shut the door. She pulled off her dress and laid it on the chair, then put her hand on her stomach. It was definitely wet, no question about it. She grabbed a paper towel and scrubbed it, trying to get the moisture out. She was irked even more when a random draft started blowing papers off the floor, making her bend over to pick them up.

The draft was from Morokami's tail wagging. When she bent over, the wind only got worse. When she was standing again and trying to finish drying her belly, he licked her nipples through the bra.

She jumped, blushed, and made a nervous chirping noise. Something strange was going on, and she didn't know what it was. She turned the fan off, hoping the wind would die down, but it hardly helped at all. Shivering, and not knowing quite what else to do, she stuck a paper towel into her bra to dry her breasts.

Morokami's tail stopped wagging. She was supposed to take it off, not go around! He spat on her breasts.

She jumped as her hand and everything else on her chest were suddenly covered in wet, clear slime. Her bra was completely soaked, and it was dripping down her front. She ripped off several layers of paper towels and caught the ooze before it traveled too far south, then popped her bra off so she could get the rest of her fur.

Morokami's tail started wagging again, and she covered her nipples up- the office was already cold. Now that they were wet and cold, the wind was making them perk up like diamond cutters. He reached forward with his massive head and licked her crotch.

She squirmed as something pressed against her lap and left the front of her legs in slime. She didn't know what it was, but it was large, warm, and soft. She backed away from it, whatever it was, and focused. There was nothing in front of her, and yet...

He chuckled and licked again, this time with more spit on his tongue and going between her legs. Blushing redder than a cherry, she slid her panties off and scrubbed as much of the slime off from between her legs. A few seconds later, she looked in despair at her drool-soaked hands, her crotch no drier than when she started drying it.

Morokami panted. He never much cared for cats, but he wanted to pound this kitty's pussy. He stuck two fingers between her legs and curled them.

She shouted when the club-like digit lifted her off the ground, and grabbed for anything to catch her balance. Her hands flew above her and grabbed, and thank the heavens, something was there.

She gulped. What was she holding onto?

She looked up. In her hands were two great tufts of white fur, painted with red spirals. Above that, the head of a giant wolf man with red horns looked down at her.

Her mouth opened, but she didn't know what she wanted to do. Scream? Beg? Morokami took that choice from her. He curled his fingers, and she moaned.

He smiled. He could hear fear, and he could hear confusion, but he could also hear arousal. He chuckled, and she blushed- she knew what that sound coming out of her throat was.

He sat down and finished materializing. His horns scraped the ceiling, and his crossed legs took up more room than her desk. In his lap, a giant red dick bobbed up and down, clear white fluid dripping down. He placed her on its base, letting her straddle it with her knees just off the floor and her sternum pressing down on the tip.

She knew she should feel disgusted. Possibly more afraid. But a jaguar is nothing but a cat, and atop his cock, she could feel nothing but the warmth radiating into her body. He pulled her up along it, then let her slide back down on her drool-soaked snatch.

"Tell me," he said, "how many children do you want?"

She jumped, not expecting the giant's voice to be as soft as it was. She struggled for an answer, but he cut her off before she could answer.

"See the tip? Drink from it," he said.

She looked down beneath her breasts and gulped. The white fluid was going down his shaft's bottom side, and already covered her hands. He rubbed her back with his thumb, making her meowl. He guided her head to his tip, and told her to drink again.

She inhaled, letting the smell permeate her nose, then placed her lips on the slit and sucked. He shivered. She started licking in ernest, finally realizing that when he asked 'how many children she wanted,' he planned on sticking this thing inside her. That wouldn't happen if she could make him cum, though!

The principal squeezed him between her legs and pulled her knees to her chest, using her hips and crotch to jerk him off. He kept her head on his dick, but his own head lolled back in pleasure.

She kept drinking, not knowing the changes the demonic precum was making to her body. It was salty and sweet, and if it were a drink she could get out of a cappuccino machine, she would. She still had no idea where the demon with the tasty dick came from, but at the moment, she was going to just focus on making him cum. She turned every thought her brain could muster to pleasing him, smearing the drool and precum along her body, and her body along his dick. He let go of her head and leaned back, panting. Even without his thumb on the back of her head, she kept drinking.

She could feel his base shaking, and she knew he was close. An idea popped into her head, and she acted on it. She stuck her rough tongue down into the slit, then rolled it out. His balls clenched and his dick popped up at full attention. She stuck her tongue in it again, and he came.

The semen blasted her in the face and shoved her head back. It blasted into the back of her throat, forcing her to swallow several gobs before she could close her mouth. The rest of it plastered her face, turning the yellow and brown spotted woman into a mock geisha.

She rested, melting around the hot dick and letting it heat her up. She knew it would soften soon, and then she might be able to negotiate with the demon. Maybe let him have some of the students to sate his appetite so he wouldn't impregnate her. With the heat in her body, though, thinking was difficult. She leaned back against his body, getting ready for a cat nap.

He wasn't complaining. She used her body like an expert, and though he could have kept going, she earned a break. He placed a hand on her back and rubbed, making Yuekai purr under his massive paw. Slowly, she drifted off into a dreamland.

Her dreams were shaky, mixed, and left her crotch wet from something other than Morokami's tongue.

In one, she was at the family reunion. Everything was normal, except for it being a dream. All of the men were naked, and the women were servicing them. Something about it seemed off, but she couldn't put a finger on what. She continued to bob down on her father's dick, sucking it as her mother shoved her head between Yuekai's legs and started licking.

In another, she was at the school. Everyone was naked, and all the students were pregnant. One of the girls was on her cell phone, and Yuekai snatched it up. The audacity of these girls! They knew having a cell at school wasn't allowed. Something in that dream seemed off to her, too, but in her dreaming mind, she couldn't figure it out.

Half an hour later, she woke up on top of Morokami. He looked down when he felt her move, and smiled.

"So," he asked, "How many children do you plan on having?"

She gulped. She could see this was an important topic to him.

"I don't really have any plans," she said. "I figure maybe I could adopt."

"That's a wonderful idea!" he said with a delightful smile. "That way, your firstborn won't be lonely. It's always good to have a playmate growing up."

"I mean, I didn't plan on ever having any," she said. "it just seems like a lot of hassle, you know?"

He smiled at her.

"I do know," he said. "Many years ago, I had many mates. Each were the wives of emperors, warlords, or were emperors and warlords themselves. I gave each of them about forty children," he said.

Her face paled.

"And they all loved it. Said it made life worth living. Do you want life to be worth living?" he asked.

"Well of course I do," she said, "but that doesn't mean I want so many children!"

"Then it's a deal," he said. "I'll give you fewer children."

"Good... wait, what do you m-"

Her question became a whine when he wormed his finger into her pussy. She was surprised something that big fit inside her, but she was more surprised that it didn't hurt. He wiggled it, brushing every sensitive spot inside her. She cried out, spraying juice on his knuckles and clenching his fur in her hands. He pulled it in and out, making her moan. She adjusted her position to let it go deeper, rolling her hips on his hand to get the finger deeper. He entertained her a little more, then pulled his finger out.

Her lust addled brain was telling her only that her pussy was empty, and she needed to fix that. She pulled herself up to his ear and put her mouth on it, sucking on the tender flesh and brushing it with her tongue while grinding on his chest.

He leaned up and laid her on her desk. She grimaced at the cold hardwood, then wrapped her legs around his dick when he set it down on her.

"Where do you want it?" he asked her.

"Where do I- it won't fit!" she said.

"The whole thing won't, but I can fit the tip in," he said.

She looked at it. The tip wasn't too long, but it was thicker than most dicks.

"Okay, but pull out before you cum!" she told him. "I don't want to have kittens yet!"

"I'll tell you before I cum so you'll know to pull off," he said.

"Good. Now fuck me!" she said.

He shoved the tip in, and she shut up as the air escaped her lungs. It slid up her passage, making her clench him as hard as she could. A few strokes later, though, the shortness of his tip was annoying her. It wasn't reaching the deeper parts like his finger was. She needed more.

She pulled him farther into her, until the tip was reaching where his finger was. She didn't notice her vagina and stomach stretching around his dick, or the fact that she didn't use to have that much room. She rubbed him up and down against her, letting his precum mix with her fluids and lubricate his dick.

Half a minute later, she growled in frustration. Her loins were hot, itching- she needed more! She grabbed the fur on his stomach and pulled more of him into her, forcing her own snatch and stomach to stretch around him. The outline of his dick was up to her belly button, but she never saw it. She uncrossed her eyes and looked up at him. He was staring down at her from above, drooling onto the carpet. She was going to have some weird stains to explain to the cleaning ladies.

That she was thinking about the cleaning ladies told her she didn't have enough dick stuffed inside her. She waited until he was humping forward, then pulled him up again. Had she not drank the precum, she would have been dead by then. Instead, her vagina stretched around him, letting almost the entire thing inside.

Almost.

She growled. Wasn't he big enough to get that itching spot in there? She looked down. The last bit of dick to shove into her was a wide, meaty knot. She moved to pull it into her.

"If you do that," Morokami said, "I won't be able to pull out."

She roared in response, pulling his fat knot past her vaginal lips. Even with his magic in her letting her stretch, it hurt how wide she was spread. It was all worth it a moment later when the last foot of his length slid inside her.

One of her eyes looked up and another eye looked right. Her face went slack and she drooled as his dick lit up every single spot inside her, and her orgasm was more powerful than any she ever had in her life.

If she thought about it, it would have made sense. She had forty times the size vagina as she used to, and every cubic inch was stuffed to the brim with dick. It was as though forty orgasms were shoved into a single rolling wave of sensation.

He smiled at her. She was going to make a good mother.

He humped harder, letting her get used to the feeling. She shivered and trembled, her nose tickling her back to reality as his fur brushed against it. She could feel him everywhere in her, everywhere above her. With a passing moment of clarity, she realized she didn't know his name.

"Hey, you-" she said, interrupted by his dick hitting her lungs.

"Yes?" he asked.

"Harder!" she demanded, no longer interested in his name.

He fucked her with abandon, and when her vagina clenched and squeezed him in another orgasm, he knew he was about to cum.

"I'm going to fill you up," he said.

"Well pull out!" she yelled, barely able to think.

"I can't, remember?" he said with a chuckle. "I warned you when you shoved it in."

"Fuck!" she shouted. With a final orgasmic yell, she clenched as her pussy rolled in waves, trying to milk him. His body complied, blasting load after load of semen into her. It filled her pussy up, then flowed back down a tube to her womb in her stomach. It stretched, filling with his semen like a balloon. Unlike a balloon, there was no bursting point- she just kept growing.

When he was finally done, he picked his face up off the floor. He leaned up and looked down at her. She was unconscious, a smile plastered on her face as much as his cum was. He grabbed her dress, spat on it, and rubbed her face off. She partially woke up, and enjoyed the fabric rubbing against her face. Inside her, she could still feel his meat twitching, warming her core. She couldn't see anything below her stomach- a sperm stuffed belly was resting on the bulge of his dick, jiggling with every breath. She was going to be pregnant.

He reached down and started massaging her breasts. She slipped out of consciousness as he started licking them, slipping into a peaceful bliss while he pleasured his prize. It was something he looked forward to doing many more times in the future.