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“Comfy?”

Deep within Silvren’s underground prison, a place for only the most dangerous of criminals, a man stood before a full body mirror. His clothes were formal, a suit with holes fitted for a pair of tattered wings as long and wide as he was tall, and for his tail, long and scaly. Over his clothes massive chains, large, thick, black, and covered in scattered, glowing symbols sagged, covering him from shoulder to toe. A man at his side, also wearing a suit, but of deep blue instead of black smiled to him as he finished placing the last of the chains and the seals.

Dane smiled, moving his arms, but finding the chains surprisingly weighty. He wondered whether it was Aaron had grown stronger in his spellcasting, or perhaps since it had been so long he simply had lost some of his resistance to them. There was another possibility, but he pushed the thought out of his mind as soon as it had entered.

“Yeah.” Dane smiled up to Aaron, who looked back with a tired grin and bags under his eyes as though he’d been awake for days. It wasn’t likely that he had lost any sleep though, since for as long as he could remember Aaron enjoyed long series of off days and slept rather comfortably at Sheer’s sides most nights.

Aaron nodded after a while and stepped far backward over a series of glowing bricks that formed a pair of circles with Dane in the center. He made his way toward a table where several empty vials and spellbooks laid open. Once he was in place, large polished chandeliers that lined the ceiling of Aaron’s spellweaving chamber began to tremble, then glow, filling the dimly lit room with even more light

Atop one of the chandeliers a figure stood with its arms crossed and its wings folded behind its back. It spread its wings and dove toward the ground, coming further into view in a matter of moments before its descent slowed immensely and it landed before Dane just outside of the two circles. As strings of violet static surged between the ground and the chandeliers, passing through Dane and the chains along the way, the figure leaned to the side and rested her hands on her hips.

Suddenly the room filled with deep purple light as the strings of electricity and magic grew more consistent. The figure covered her eyes with a wing and Aaron lifted an arm for the same effect. Dane’s body became nothing more than a black smear in the center of the light, then just like that, the lights began to dim. Dane’s body and hair smoked and he noticeably heaved from the intense force of the spell, but in less than a minute his breathing had normalized.

“That look like it hurt.” The figure stepped toward Dane and into the light, revealing a light blue body covered in scales. She stood only about 6 feet tall, which was rather short for demons and her wings and tail were of fairly average length. Very few features actually differentiated her from a dragon from another world.

Dane responded with a grunt as the chains began to throb around his body and an aura surrounding them began to seep into his body. He could feel them all over, opening pores for demonic energy to flow through and sucking it away, but it didn’t strain his body and the first seal that Aaron had placed hours ago would be ruptured. It was a lot of effort- effort that he, Aaron, and Uri agreed was all for naught, he was even sure that Adrian, the human boy lord of demons, knew it was wasted time and energy. Still, they went through the process.

Aaron sighed after everything was finished and made his way forward, stepping past the circles which had stopped glowing. With a few words in the tongue of demons Aaron crafted a collar and shackles, then a chain. He took the chain from the air and walked it toward the figure.

“It’s your turn, Uri.”

The dragonesque demon took the chain and snorted, looking to Dane and turning away before giving the chain a tug. Her wasn’t enough to pull him, just enough to leave the loose segment between them swaying. He stepped forward and she matched his pace, though only for a short while before her pace slowed to a casual stroll.

“Adrian wouldn’t let them take you, so they’ve been…close this whole time.” Uri slowed as she spoke, looking around and feeling the remnant of the presence of the two Archdemons. She groaned, fighting back the urge to tremble as she strolled Dane through the empty halls of King Adrian’s castle.

“I know.” Dane chuckled, looking back to Uri and starting to slow with her. “I can feel it too.”

Uri huffed. “Honestly, it’s worse than being attacked by them. Usually, that’s over in an instant.”

“Not always.” Dane rolled his eyes with a playful grin, looking to the portraits, vases, and other works of art stationed around the castle. It was fairly easy for him to tell which of them Tirrah liked, and which one her adopted son, Adrian liked.

A mountain of stairs and a turn later, they stood in the corridor just before the Demon King’s throne room. The aura of Tirrah and Sheer, the two Ardemons was its freshest, but they were nowhere to be found at a first glance. Dane would have stopped to sense them out, but he knew they were on a schedule, and Adrian wouldn’t wait even a moment for him, especially for him.

“It depends on what she plans to do with who she’s pouncing…” Uri flicked her tail toward Dane’s nose, snapping it, but purposefully missing. “You know what I mean.”

“I do.” Dane chuckled and Uri nudged him. A small flight of stairs laid between them and the doors to the throne room. Uri followed close behind and nudged him up the final few before stepping up to his side and planting a hand on the right side of the double door.

Uri smirked. “Let the sparks fly…”

As the two doors parted an aura unlike anywhere else in the demon world poured into the hallway. It rushed just past Dane and Uri. The aura bared down on the natural and magical abilities of all demons within the chamber, often times turning criminals into mere naked humans in the presence of Sheer and Tiirah, who were so powerful the aura didn’t seem to affect them. Just as the Archdemons, the aura fell upon Dane’s body and soul and it blew his hair backward, but his shoulders didn’t sag and he stood with the same strength as when the door was closed.

Despite the difference in their strength, Uri almost seemed unaffected by the aura, but the truth was far different than it appeared. As she strode into the throne room he could see her wings subtly tremble behind her with each step. Within the enchanted throne room halls, demons were vastly weakened by an immeasurably powerful holy spell. Despite its strength, the Archdemons were far greater and used the stolen magic to keep their offenders in check within the throne room without much effect to themselves

He followed behind, unaffected by the aura in its entirety. Uri slowed down from her already leisure pace before stopping at the center of the throne room. Dane continued alone, his steps silent against the polished floor of glittering silver rock. With some pieces darker than others, an ornate image of Silvren’s previous ruler, Tirrah, was set in the floor and large red and purple banners set in the sides of the room displayed her sigil. In the back of the room just behind the throne a banner different from all of the others was set bearing a sigil of gold.

In the throne, Adrian sat below his sigil with one leg crossed over another. His hair had grown an inch or more longer, but instead of growing down his back it stuck out as though he’d be struck by lightning. His skin, an oddly fleshy shade of grey wasn’t nearly as pale in magical flame light, but his eyes, bright with youth and narrowed with experience, were just as vibrant.

He looked down upon Dane for a full minute without speaking. His fingers tapped against the side of the throne and he set his gaze on Dane’s eyes. The entire time Dane stared back, not saying a word or moving. Finally, Adrian sighed.

“You know why you’re here.”

Dane shrugged and Adrian narrowed his eyes. In a matter of moments, the child kind of demons had become vicious. He opened his mouth to speak, but before a word could leave it a spark of light appeared on Dane’s left shoulder, then his right. The first of seven seals meant to subdue the greatest of all demons crumbled without a spell being cast, then the symbols on the chains began to flicker.

Adrian focused his gaze on the chains that continued to suck Dane’s energy away. They began to fidget against his body, unable to hold in the energy. When it became clear that they wouldn’t explode, at least for some time, the demon king focused back on Dane’s face, who looked just a touch more serious than before.

“Yeah.” Dane finally said. “I know why I’m here.”

“Then why do you continue to run off?” Adrian sat up straight and uncrossed his leg. “We all felt you change forms, Dane. Every single demon who knows of you feared for their lives. For what?”

Dane narrowed his eyes, but he didn’t respond. He very clearly recalled why he transformed, and he was sure Adrian knew, but he refused to stand on trial!

“I bet I know…” Uri chimed in. Her eyes widened moments afterward and her tail tensed as she felt Dane focus on her without even facing her. Then came Adrian’s voice and a small wave of relief whenever that much focus was taken off of her.

“Yeah, me too.”

Dane continued to remain silent. With every passing moment he could feel Adrian’s contempt for him growing, but his self-control was greater than any of his emotions.

Adrian continued, raising up a hand just slightly and then pointing at Dane. “We were supposed to be friends through this, Dane. I remember meeting you for the first time…and I remember crying as you were lowered into Shaydes’ Tomb…before we knew you were immortal. I-“

“I’m not the reason we aren’t friends.” Dane spat, his eyes narrowed. At that moment the second seal broke and the symbols in the chains had burned out, appearing as deep scorch marks in the metal. “All I want, all I’ve ever wanted was to live my life however I please. I won’t become your contracted demon to do your bidding.”

“That’s not what this is about!” Adrian yelled, then Dane yelled back.

“Yes it is!” Dane grit his teeth, and as he did seals were shattered under the little extra energy he exerted in his emotions. “I’ve agreed not to take up my demon form so I cannot be contracted! What more do you want!?”

Adrian sneered. “This would not be a problem if you didn’t take up your demon form, would it?”

“You can’t expect me not to show my mate my demon form…” The only seal remaining was the one enchanting the chains themselves. They slowly began to twist and writhe, turning it into an eventuality that they would simply break apart at some point.

“Still.” Adrian became calm again. “As you are, you’re a threat to existence, Dane. You are a devourer of worlds and killer of gods, you are an immortal terror that can be kept under control…to prevent a horrible future from befalling our world. And you expect no one to try?”

Dane started to glare up at Adrian, but he didn’t speak for a long while. Every single word stung worse than stab wounds ever could, but he bit his tongue. When it was apparent to Adrian that Dane had become significantly more upset than before his expression lightened, but in response, Dane’s did the opposite.

“You know as well as I do what could happen if something awakens him again. Your presence rallies and influences demons, even without you willing it too. Intentional or not, you are dangerous. The only thing I’m asking—“

“You’re asking me to give up my freedom…!”

The chains around Dane’s body contorted until finally, the burst, sending searing red pieces of now-wardless metal flying around the room, but hitting neither Adrian nor Uri. Adrian became silent afterward.

“My soul is larger than Shaydes itself, and my heart does not long for this place as it did when I was with the gods.” He began to speak softly, looking away from Adrian, but keeping his focus on him the whole while. “For the time I have with my mates, I can show them things the likes of which you or even Tirrah and Sheer will never see, I can give experiences in other worlds to my friends and family…”

Adrian’s face grew stern and his eyes narrowed, but he remained silent as Dane continued once more.

“And yet…you want to bind me with a contract, to keep me here in this throne room like some sort of pet! Or you want some kind of secret weapon…” He glared at Adrian, but when he opened his mouth to speak Adrian raised his voice.

“Enough!” Adrian stood up from his throne and his cape unfurled behind him. “I am asking that you do what is best for Shaydes! With XXXXX, anyone can contract you if you’re in your demon form, but if you’re already contracted…”

A moment of silenced passed between the duo. Adrian considered them to be at an impasse on the matter, since he held the book that could summon any demon, which could forego Dane’s decision at any given moment. The cost of summoning a demon so powerful though would rend the population of Shaydes, or its wilderness, which is what Dane’s permission, or blood was for, to sign the contract to circumvent the need for a large sacrifice…for the most part.

“I said no.” Dane’s face had calmed to a mere soft frown.

Adrian became silent, then his expression narrowed as well and he frowned, then around the same time as Dane’s, his expression seemed to clear. They had argued on the topic before, and they were both just as clear, but Dane didn’t storm off as he did before, he remained in the throne room. It seemed that they were both even more adamant than before, but at the end of the day, they knew nothing would change.

Eventually, the demon king stepped back from the edge of the small flight of stairs leading to his throne and sat back down. He looked upon Dane with a studying look, then shook his head.

“Uri, remove him from my sight and have Aaron recheck the wards keeping him suspended in Shaydes.” Despite his words, Adrian watched Dane’s eyes and he did the same until Uri had stepped forward and cleared her throat.

“Should I have Aaron reapply the seals?” She spoke with a serious, if not, bored tone, but a small smirk betrayed her expression.

Adrian turned his gaze onto her, and with the coldest eyes he could he spoke. “Uri, just go.”

Satisfied, she placed her claws on Dane’s shoulder and turned him away.

They walked in near silence up to the doors, but they didn’t open for them as they did on the outside. Dane lifted his arms and effortlessly shoved the door open, giving himself and Uri ample time to leave the throne room and wait for the effects of the aura to fade away outside. When the doors had finally closed with a surprisingly muffled boom.

During the silence that followed Uri rolled her shoulders and stretched out to break the silence with a yawn.

“As fun as that was, I really hope he doesn’t call me again. I have a lot of sleep to catch up on.”

Dane looked her over with a slight smirk. “Uri, isn’t that all you do?”

She shrugged, then faced forward in the corridor. The remnant of the presence of the two archdemons from before was gone, replaced with a throbbing energy Dane could feel deep in his chest and Uri could feel all over. In the near darkness on the other side of the corridor were two pairs of eyes glowing in the darkness. Both bright gold and focused directly on Dane, they began to move forward, coming into the light, then waiting.

Dane and Uri made their way down the long corridor, meeting the two figures far closer to the exit than the center of the room. To Dane’s left, stood the archdemon Tirrah, a tall pantheresque demon of dark purple fur with tattered black wings. Her naked body was well toned and from sight alone, Dane couldn’t make out an ounce of fat. Two pairs of short black horns were planted toward the front of her head and her pointed ears flicked. A purple, red, and gold cape covered most of her arms, but not her hands or her claws, and whenever she would move it would flow brilliantly behind her.

Just in front of him and right next to Tirrah, the second archdemon and ruler of Alban, Sheer. In the light, Sheer’s eyes were deep amethyst, a shade of gold that Dane had never seen on any other creature. She stared at him just above his height with a slowly wagging tail that gently jerked about the snow white cloak covering her body. Though he couldn’t see through the fabric his mind flawlessly replayed moments when she tossed her only item of clothing away, revealing her slender, furry werewolfesque body. Her fur was light grey and just as dense as it was soft.

They stood in silence for only a moment before Tirrah looked down to Uri from a height around eleven feet tall, over double that of Sheer.

“Is it alright if we escort him back?”

Uri looked back trying to hide how painfully boring the situation was. Adrian certainly wouldn’t want Dane to enjoy his night with any visitors, but he also only told her to bring him to the throne room and then leave. Still, regardless of what Adrian wanted, Tirrah would not be happy if she didn’t end up with Dane in her claws. As ideas of what Tirrah would break of hers to get to Dane popped into her mind she choked on air at the idea of being held in a chokehold.

“Y-Yeah…he didn’t say you couldn’t.” Uri cleared her throat and wiped her lips. She bowed to Sheer, who acknowledged her without word or movement, then started toward one of the windows before taking off toward Alban, where she decidedly couldn’t be called without a messenger if she slept hard enough.

After Uri had left and all was quiet again Dane chuckled. “I guess some things never change, huh?”

Tirrah looked down to Dane with a sad smile, unsure of what to say. She understood both of their points of view, and even worse, they were both like sons to her. Still, Adrian was the king of Silvren doing what he thought was best for his kin, and Dane was a bird who would see all of Shaydes as a cage if he were forced to stay.

“Yeah…” Tirrah finally said, then her smile became more genuine. “Some things.”

Before silence could fall over them, Sheer stepped forward and snatched Dane by his shirt and yanked him forward into her. She pulled him close and embraced him deep, keeping her eye on Tirrah and turning Dane away from her just to irk her companion just a little.

“But not everything.”

Sheer began to reach into Dane’s clothes, even as he attempted to get comfortable she yanked him this way and that, keeping him off balance the whole while. As Dane laughed, Tirrah looked over to them with a smile, but when she reached out for Dane, Sheer pulled him close and leapt through the air. She nearly touched the ceiling, grinning the whole while as she leapt clear over Tirrah and landed near the double doors leading to the rest of the castle.

Tirrah snarled, her purple and golden eyes flashing red. “Sheer!”

Sheer smirked back and gripped Dane’s collar even harder before opening the door with a foot. “Come on, Dane. Let’s get out of here.”

In a moment the world around them became a blur of greys and whites with splashes of color from paintings and the sky outside of the castle. In any open space, Tirrah would have easily overtaken Sheer in a moment, but in tight and enclosed spaces, like those of the castle’s interior, Sheer stayed just out of claw’s reach, even with Dane in tow.

As Dane staggered about the halls, his breaths split between yelping and laughing, it became increasingly apparent what set the Archdemon’s far above the others. It wasn’t just their strength or speed, which challenged even the most experienced of fighters in his world, but their stealth and precision. Because of that, it was easy for Dane to forget that it was late in the night and the few denizens who lived with Adrian in his castle were asleep.

Tirrah leapt through the corridor with blinding speed, leaving her cloak behind for Dane to catch as Sheer did much of the same. As the great, purple bodied demon threw back her arm, Sheer lifted her arms to the ceiling and then her feet, appearing to stick to it as her momentum continued to lift her upward. Tirrah’s claws jet toward Sheer’s throat and would have taken the entire head with it, but without even breaking a sweat she flattened her body against the ceiling with the rest of her momentum.

Silvren’s Archdemon spun, turning her head to watch Sheer with a snarl as she began to fall from the ceiling. Before she had fallen too far, Sheer turned her body and kicked her legs, leaving a monstrous crater in the roof before beaming back down to the ground just as quickly as she had risen.

Unsuspecting, Tirrah gasped, then her expression turned into an even more fierce scowl. “Sheer!” She bellowed, then spread her wings and suddenly dove toward the floor mid-spin. Though she was fast, Sheer was even faster and upon reaching the floor the bolted toward Dane. Moments later, the chase had resumed and it continued up another floor where once more, Sheer seemed to narrowly escape Tirrah’s claws with her life.

Sheer snickered as she took off, reaching out for the obsidian doorknob to their destination. She pulled the door open at a leisurely, but the moment she spun to taunt Tirrah once more, the great purple demon slammed into her side and filled the cave with a triumphant roar. Dane chuckled to himself and slowly made his way into the room behind them. As he closed the door behind him he looked upon the spectacle of Sheer pinned beneath Tirrah on a large bed with crimson and blue bedsheet. The messy streaks of color matched the torrent of deep blue clouds against the darkened, crimson red of the night sky outside of the three massive windows in the room. Pieces of furniture against the walls, bookshelves, dressers, and nightstands kept similar aesthetic with a gold trim.

Dane climbed onto the bed where Tirrah loosed a continuous low growl. For the moment, Sheer was smirking, but it wouldn’t be long before they’d get serious for almost no reason at all. Dane reached down to his sides for the bottom of the white shirt he was allowed and pulled it over his head. Afterward he gave the palm of his hand a lick as he stood up behind Tirrah. Painstakingly slow he pulled his hand back, the smacked her ass.

Tirrah’s ears perked straight up and her tail stood out, smacking Dane in the face. Only moments later she had whirled around, and lifted her claws. They stopped just around Dane, hovering like the hands of a puppeteer and her expression had instantly shifted from one of fierceness to what seemed to be surprise. They stared at each other for a while before Tirrah began to grin and she let her claws fall upon him, gripping his shoulders tight. She whirled him around and flung him backward onto the soft bed, dropping to her palms and knees over him as Sheer settled on her side with a leg propped up.

Dane looked up to Tirrah’s face, into her eyes then let his gaze trail down her body, from her large purple breasts and black nipples to her tones body and thick thighs. He hungrily drank at the sight before him as he lowered his hands to his sides. His clothes were suddenly becoming too hot and confining for his liking, and it seemed to be so for them too.

The two demons leaned closer, Tirrah pressing her black, velvety nose to his fitted white button up and gripped the buckle of his belt. Sheer nipped the side of his neck and gripped the left side of his shirt. Dane slowly brought his hands around Sheer’s side and up to Tirrah’s face as they sniffed and licked at his scent and flavor through his clothes.

“We-”

Dane began to say, then he could feel his shirt tug at his body before suddenly ripping as the two demon’s claws tore them to shreds. Sheer gripped at his body and licked his skin, savoring his feel and flavor from so very long ago. All the while Tirrah ran her massive tongue, soft and prickly over his chest as she unbuckled his belt with intricate moves of a single claw, then took away what remained of his shirt.

“Did you say something?” Sheer looked up to Dane, smirking as he scooted back on the bed until he was mostly propped against a pair of long, furry pillows against the headboard. The two demons peered toward Dane, grinning as they waited for his pants to come the rest of the way off. It had been so long, and there was much to catch up on, but his presence was unlike any other in the entire world, and it warped the flow of energy into the world, into the air and sea, and into the plants and wildlife.

Demons thrived on the essence of human souls, and his was far more pure, far more vast and deep than any other. That combined with the gross amalgamation of gods and demons that made up the rest of his being, the most of his being, only not only empowered the great energy that turned great and powerful archdemons into ravenous creatures, but tamed them with its persuasive force.

Dane’s pants came the rest of the way down and his cock, grown and feral in appearance hung between his legs, limp and indignant. Sheer let herself moan as she took in the scent, leaning her head into Dane sighing out deeply. Tirrah fought the urge to moan, but the tension in her muscles loosened and she let her focus on Dane grow lax and glazed.

At the sight, Dane began to grin, letting the small negativity of the day drown in the sea of good that had been, and the sea of even better that was about to come his way. Slowly, he eased the tension on the restraints deep inside of himself, and the power that caught their attention began to ooze from his body in greater quantities, leaving the two demons to swoon toward him in soft fits of lust and confusion as they took in his strength, and basked in its warmth. It seemed that much was enough to break Silvren’s Archdemon, as Tirrah finally took Dane by his ankles and yanked him beneath her, falling on top of him and smothering him in her voluptuous body and deeply coursing affections.

Sheer snarled, shoving Tirrah way enough to push her to Dane’s other side, where she held on, her massive claws over his chest while Sheer held onto his waist. The two demons pulled and narrowed their eyes at each other, but only for a few seconds before turning back to Dane. He laughed between them, reaching his arms around Sheer’s body and pulling her close, while he settled with reaching down for Tirrah’s thighs and slipping his left hand between them.

Tirrah loosed a soft growl, raising her hand to Dane’s cheek and roughly turning his head, slipping her tongue into his mouth and reaching down for his crotch. Sheer blocked her grab, but she forced her way past, transferring some of her force into her kiss, which forced Dane back with an inch, then he pushed back.

“A-Ah…!” Dane exclaimed the moment when their lips parted, leaving a string of saliva to connect them. Suddenly, it whipped through the air before landing messily on his chest as Sheer reciprocated Tirrah’s display, moving in to press her lips to Dane’s gyrating her spread thighs against his cock and kneading his balls in her claws.

Sheer’s scent filled the air, leaving Dane to gasp and bask in her bittersweet scent and flavor. She overtook his tongue, wrestling him deep as Tirrah stroked his cock. His entire body trembled for a few seconds, as his monstrosity of a cock went fully erect. Gasping, it loosed a wild jet of precum, thick and clear, it landed on Dane’s chest and oozed onto Tirrah’s claws, then a messy spurt hit its mark, catching Sheer in the cheek.

The scent that followed was even stronger than before and it drove the two demons into a controller frenzy. Tirrah’s grip on Dane’s cock tightened and it tightened and flicked upward, spilling another jet of its transparent goo onto Sheer’s back as she messily slurped up the fluid from his body.

Dane’s toes curled and his fists balled, gripping Sheer’s neck until she moved too far back, leaving him to look downward, his eyes shining fiercely in the dim light from outside. Every vein in his body coursed with throbbing energy from his soul that was only amplified by the world around him. Sheer’s and Tirrah’s strength coursed in tandem leaving their eyes to light up with a similar fashion.

By the time Sheer had reached the base of his groin, smothering her snout in silver fur that replaced typical pubes. She marveled at his soft and lush it was, losing her way to her destination while Tirrah set her sight upon the tip of Dane’s cock and opened her mouth wide to accept it, letting her saliva drool over his shaft.

Tirrah shifted to her hands and knees, her long thin tail wagging slowly behind her as the short violet fur between her thighs began to mat with her excitement. Dane could make out some of the stuff, sweet smelling and steaming as he left her pussy. She gulped hungrily, gripping the sides of the bed as she slurped the tip of Dane’s cock, drinking down the heavy spurts of precum that came. All the while, Sheer settled beneath her, letting her long tongue lap about its base and up his shaft.

Dane grunted, sitting up as his body trembled and his loins burned with every throb. With his hands free they gripped at the covers, desperate for a body to hold as the lust of the two demons took hold of him. Suddenly, Tirrah pulled back and Sheer rose up to take her place, taking his entire shaft into her hot gullet.

Sheer chuckled, sending odd joyful vibrations through his cock that forced another spurt. She grunted and winked, then chuckled again. Behind her, Tirrah leaned forward and pressed her palms into the covers at Dane’s sides, then she pressed his lips against his again.

“Oh Dane…” Tirrah finally said, breathing her warm breath over his chest, then she leaned further against him. She pressed her crotch against Sheer’s lower back, desperate to be sated as her fellow Archdemon picked up the pace.

Dane lifted a palm to Tirrah’s massive breasts, groping and massaging as he felt feral pleasure deep in his loins surfacing. Soon, his chest was a mess of saliva and the remnants of precum and beneath Tirrah was a pool of excitement from the two demons and just as large, the pool of pre that had spilled from Sheer’s throat.

The lasted only seconds, but it feels like minutes with the way Sheer slurped and moaned about his shaft, but Tirrah’s gaze kept his own bright and wide. Her tongue twisted and turned inside his mouth, filling it out and taking every single corner.

“I’ve missed you so much…”

Dane gyrated his hips as much as he could beneath the two demons, panting. He attempted to pull away, just as much as Tirrah did to speak, but she didn’t give him an inch without licking his face or mouth or pressing her hard nipples against his chest. They began to leak sweet, succulent demon milk that would leave him tranced if he chose to savor it. He continued to look up to Tirrah, but remained mindful of Sheer, whose inner thigh he could feel he could try hard enough to reach forward with his feet. He made the attempt and she seemed appeased all the same, showing her affection with eager bobbing, knowing what was coming.

“I-I’ve-“ he grunted. “Missed you too, Tirrah. I…am me, because of you and Sheer.” His words were cut off with lustful pants. He felt silly, but he knew Tirrah understood the truth of his words far deeper than most others.

Tirrah grinned and sighed, licking him up the side of the cheek. “You have…grown so much.” Her eyes quivered as she spoke, and though she hadn’t done anything more than grind against Sheer, her thoughts of Dane drove and lust for everything he was made up everything else her body needed to experience ecstacy.

Suddenly, Dane’s eyes brows began to furrow and he grit his teeth, locking out Tirrah’s tongue. As the look and feel of Dane’s orgasm coursed through his body, Sheer pulled herself from Dane’s cock. With ease and speed, she squeezed between Tirrahs’ hungry body and Dane’s straddling his chest and leaving his glistening cock to fall free. She watched Dane with a smirk and gave his other cheek a lick as Tirrah caught Dane’s cock beneath her.

Before Tirrah could fill herself Dane’s orgasm came at an alarming speed and the thick messy white that spilled from it shotgunned her belly in a spray. It caught her lower breasts and thighs and as, even some of Sheer’s back before she managed to take it, filling herself with the throbbing messy member.

“U-Unngh…!” The great purple demon moaned, then Dane echoed her as his limbs began to lock. Tirrah fell down upon him fully, massaging his cock deep within her, letting it fill her very depths and spread its warmth throughout her body. Her eyes trembled in their sockets, her mouth hung open, and her ears fell back in a pacified manner. Then came the torrent.

A deep, feral roar trembled the bed and the floors, the very room itself it seemed as Tirrah plopped down onto his cock. Her orgasm squirt forth, turning his belly and the bed into a mess of fluids, a mere spark that would start a fire of passion unlike anywhere else within Shaydes. As their combined orgasms drew to a halt, Sheer pushed forward against Dane’s shoulders, pressing him down onto his back. She crawled forward on his body until her excitement left a thick, translucent line of her excitement up his chest and up his neck.

“I’ve missed you too, Dane.” Sheer giggled in a rather un-archdemonly manner, then she plopped herself onto Dane’s face. Caught off guard, he raised his hands to her hips, losing what control he seemed to have as she rocked against his face roughly, bearing down with her fingers laced behind her head and her breasts, proportionate to her body, bounced and jiggled with her movement.

Behind her, Tirrah lowered her claws to Dane’s chest, pressing him beneath her weight as she began to ride his cock. Her tailed trembled with her movement, her rises that softly lifted Dane’s body as she clenched around his manhood and her falls that bounced both Dane and Sheer on the bed beneath her waves of movement.

She gasped for breath, reaching a hand to her left breast and massaging it, clenching herself with her claws. A deep moan left her throat and she leaned forward over Dane’s body, taking him in time and again her heart throbbing and her senses going wild every moment of the way.

Only after Tirrah’s moan Dane opened his mouth for Sheer. He lolled out his tongue and raised his hands from her hips in submission, then she soon started to slow, gyrating her hips into his face. He parted her sex with his tongue, before slipping it inside, pulling a soft, longing moan from her lungs.

“Ah..!” She sucked in a breath and released it all at once, feeling the warmth deep in her body grow and grow as she wagged her fluffy tail.

Dane muffled words into her sex with a lisp, loving every moment as he brought his palms to her hip. His face had become a mess just like the rest of him, covered in Sheer’s love juice. Still, he poked and prodded, feeling the spots that drove her wild. He felt her quiver as he tickled and stroked them, massaging her up to her cervix and everything on the way out. She didn’t orgasm still though and Dane knew exactly why.

One minute after another passed and the flow of energy weaving through the castle halls and out of the window continued to flow. The general masses could only feel the positive energy and bask in it, but very few, Dane included, could see the way their power flowed and ebbed with the rhythm of their moans.

“O-Oh Dane…” Tirrah moaned once more, totally pacified as her body, drenched with sweat began to tremble once more. The fire that had built up deep within her was dying to be drenched, and with every move in her body, from her breaths to the curl of her toes and flick of her tail she let him know. She sucked in a breath and slurped in her long tongue with it to lock it behind her teeth.

Oh so desperately she tried to keep down her voice, letting her oncoming release build up within her body and her lungs. As her thrusts began to slow she grinded him deeper into the mattress, taking every inch of demon cock she could manage. Before long her mouth had gone ajar and her tongue had lolled back out of her mouth, leaving her drooling as she stared unfocused into the blur of grey before her.

Moments later came the sound of fabric being fiercely shred at both sides of the bed as Tirrah’s body quivered, but instead of a roar came a hot, breathless moan. All at once the pressure deep within the great demon was relieved, spilling over Dane’s midsection as the wet smack of her ass against his crotch abbreviated every single second. As she began to descend from the peak of ecstacy, she became increasingly aware of the throbbing of Dane’s cock deep inside of her.

Dane’s hands, which were firmly held around Sheer’s hips gripped her body even tighter and claws on his fingers that weren’t there previously dimpled her flesh beneath her fur. He started to pant and Sheer graciously slowed down, scooting back to sit on his chest, her legs spread to reveal her slit throbbing and aching for his attention. As he stared upward, past her softly heaving body to her lustful grin he lifted a hand from her hip and dropped it to his side, his palm facing upward.

Tirrah took it, panting, then came another flow of Dane’s thick demon seed. He moaned and grinned, his extremities twitching as he doused the fire deep within Tirrah. Behind Sheer he could faintly make out Tirrah’s massive figure and it pleased him to note her body jerk every time his cock did, following the movement with another helping of his seed.

Eventually Dane’s orgasm had subsided and Tirrah’s body, content and acting of its own will, gently fell to the side. Her pussy throbbed and ached, oozing Dane’s livelihood as she crawled to lay at his side, content for the time being. She licked his glistening cheek, which seemed to amuse Sheer, as she snickered from above afterward. Tirrah’s pupils darted toward Sheer for a split second, but no longer, then she focused on Dane once more and nuzzled his cheek, pacified.

Dane sighed and looked up to Sheer. The burning in his loins from his first orgasm had subsided and now that he was starting to exert himself ancient powers and dark magic worked its way through his veins. He grinned, covered with sweat, but he took a deep breath, almost like he were just waking up from a nap as opposed to recovering from a run. His eyes flashed and lowered his palm from her hip.

“Your turn.”

Sheer looked back with a bright-eyed grin, completely unlike the ones she showed Tirrah during their chase earlier. It was honest and genuine, but strangely knowing, and accepting and in some ways, perhaps a little sad, but she wore it with a wagging tail. She slipped back toward Dane’s crotch just as Tirrah had done, but despite the feral hunger deep within herself she savored the moment. She lowered her body to Dane’s, pressing her fur against his bare chest and resting her muzzle over the shoulder opposite of Tirrah. From there she reached back for Dane’s cock, stroking it gently as her heart throbbed against his chest and the sounds of her breath filled his ear.

He slowly brought his hands around her sides and rested them on her back. As he embraced her and held her close, she gasped at the feel of his head penetrating her. His cock slid deep into her body as she brought her hand back to Dane’s sides, then she lifted his body in a swift bounce to return his embrace.

As their two bodies returned flat to the bed Sheer could feel him entering deep into her and she arched her back to stop him. The only thing on her mind was slowing down the moment, even to an eternity if she could, but with her excitement and Dane’s cock beginning to ooze that mess of precum from before, she felt it slip away. Still, the pleasure dug her claws deep into Dane’s flesh, drawing blood and she bit down on his earlobe, roughly grinding her sharp teeth.

“A-Ah..!’ Dane began to exclaim, then Sheer began to go limp as the orgasm she’d been holding back released itself in a small mess upon his matted pubic fur.

Dreams of resistance flittered away into nothingness as the feeling of ecstacy rushed through her body. She panted all the while, even harder than Tirrah, and between her pants she giggled and nuzzled his cheek. Even though Tirrah could hear, Sheer whispered her moans only to Dane slowly but surely cleaned his face of her scent. By the time she was done, her orgasm had finished, and she rested herself upon Dane’s cock, looking down into his eyes.

She licked his lips and he reciprocated her show of affection, then she began to lift herself up and with a wagging tail, she plopped down, taking his full length and massaging it with quivers and gentle squeezes. Once more, she rose up and plopped down, moaning softly into the air, then again and again until she found a steady pace.

Dane did nothing but pant beneath her and smile, letting her peer deep into his soul through his eyes the way only a demon could. It was only them that could see what lied within his tainted human heart, and he bared it to Sheer with pride, leaving her to shudder and clench. Wordlessly, Sheer leaned forward again and re-enacted their earlier embrace, albeit with far less forceful teeth grinding.

Contented, Sheer slowly rode Dane’s cock at her own pace, letting the feel of their energies and their scents intertwine. As her fantasies came to life Dane managed to add another spark of excitement to the moment as he lifted a hand from her back and with only one he combed his claws through the fur down her back. Grinning uncontrollably, she giggled and grinded hard against him, whispering his name like an embarrassed human girl.

Dane chuckled beneath her, and with his free hand, he acknowledged Tirrah. He turned his head to the side and planted a deep kiss upon her before returning to rest his head against Sheers. Amidst the kiss, he took hold of her breasts, but when they broke away he kept hold, roughly groping and kneading. He forced her to hold back a moan as she flicked her claws and balled her fists until he pulled back.

When he did, Sheer lifted her head and stared deep into his eyes, then she looked over to Tirrah. For a moment, she almost looked a little sad, then Tirrah began to smile, then she too began to smile and her tail started to wag. Though Dane wasn’t entirely sure what had passed between them, he was almost positive that it involved him, as Sheer began to speed up afterward. The sound that had started soft and slow was suddenly loud and wet and with each few, Sheer lifted her head and let her light moans echo about the chamber.

She planted her palms on Dane’s chest and left welts as she raked her claws in ecstacy. Dane howled in pleasure and pain, taking Sheer’s waist and gripping it tightly. He let his hands rise and fall with her body, moving her that much faster to the rhythm of their panting.

All the while, Tirrah watched from the side, licking her lips at the sight of sweat rolling down the side of his face and the sounds of his groans deep in his lungs. She knew it wouldn’t have been long and in her excitement she lowered a pair of digits between her legs, massaging her clit between her claws.

Before long, Sheer’s moans had gone breathless and she began to tremble all over. She had begun to strain in her moves, but Dane’s grip didn’t weaken. As his cock began to throb harder than before and he clenched his teeth together to reveal sharpened canines. One smack after another, they grew closer to fulfilling their carnal desires.

Sheer leaned further forward, stilled on her trembling palms and she slowly lowered her snout to Dane’s mouth. When their tongue’s finally met, she plopped down onto Dane’s shaft as hard as she could, sucking in her belly as her insides convulsed far beyond her control. Her eyes started to roll back, then she stared into his eyes, her tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth as he began to fill her.

Dane’s grunt, a soft sound muffled by her tongue, came shortly after the thick spurt of thick white. Her entire body seemed to jump at the feel, then came another load. As Dane shut his eyes and let his pleasure wrack his senses and thoughts, he became increasingly aware of a warmth that wasn’t his own. Suddenly, Sheer’s arms buckled and she gently fell onto Dane’s chest again.

“Ohhhh…Dane.” She moaned as her orgasm overtook her and Dane’s hot cum began to ooze from her pussy.

He could only manage a chuckle back as his orgasm, just as long and full as the others petered out within the wolfesque archdemon. She remained still, lifting her head to look over to Tirrah, who was already grinning.

Sheer sucked in a breath through her teeth and willed her body to move. She seemed to struggle to move, slowly lifting herself up off of Dane until his cock fell from her slit and landed against his belly with a wet smack.

Tirrah stirred, sitting up and flapping her wings behind her, but before she could make a move Dane was up to his feet. As she watched him, raw demon energy, power and control spilled from his being in monstrous waves of color that only the powerful could see and feel. She couldn’t help but tremble and quiver from the feel, holding back the urge to cum on the spot from the feeling, though she regret the decision moments later.

Dane looked to her with smile that grew from ear to ear. Long fangs akin to a sabretooth hung out of his mouth and his claws that were barely noticeably before were silvery and hooked like hers. He stared into her eyes, through her for a moment as though pondering something, then he focused on her face and gaping maw and took hold of his rock hard cock in his off hand.

“Now, it’s my turn…”