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Xyria was on her best behaviour. Her swirls were dulled, her eyes had the regular amount of shine, and nothing about her made it obvious she was anything but a dragoness. Maybe she would even keep it up, depending on who was awaiting her on the other side of the door. Or maybe she wouldn’t be able to help revealing her demonic nature and having some [i]fun[/i], depending on how innocent and tempting her chosen partner proved to be. That was one thing the lengthy survey couldn’t account for.

One after another they filed through. It was all a bit sterile, she had to say. All she had was a slip of paper with some instructions on it, and the number six. The tables on the other side were labelled clearly enough. Everyone stepped out to settle in and meet their chosen partners, and Xyria found herself looking across the room at a very modest woman, dressed the opposite of provocatively, hair tightly bound and steady. The striped hyena was doing just as good a job of it as Xyria herself, but as soon as the dragoness sat down across from her, she [i]knew[/i].

Their eyes met. Xyria tipped her head a bit, a silent question. The corner of the hyena’s mouth twitched. She took a deep breath, shifted in her seat, and cleared her throat to speak in a gentle, polite tone.

“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Perhaps not quite who I expected, but I won’t let that -”

“I know that’s you, Shirazi.”

The hyena immediately broke into a snicker. Her teeth flashed under the lights - the usual size at first, then a bit bigger, a bit sharper. She sighed, and reached up to untie her hair and let it splay down over her shoulders. Her eyes flickered. They had such a pleasant violet tone at first glance, but the red glowed through in time until they were beacons. The more she undid her regular mortal disguise, the more she shuddered with laughter.

“I had such [i]plans[/i]. You’d never know it, but I [i]can[/i] be normal. For as long as it takes ...”

“Mmhmm. I’m sure. Fishing for a dom to break tonight? Pretty sure you’re in the bottoms room.”

“All I asked for was the most flesh they could possibly spare ...” She hissed as her lengthy tongue snaked out between her teeth. “And in a way, they have given me all that I could ever need.”

“That’s outright romantic, coming from you. I don’t think this was an accident. Been meaning to get to know you for a while now, really.”

Shirazi grinned. “There is so much we could do together, Xyria. So many [i]ideas[/i] screaming their way to life inside me ...”

“I think I have a few of my own. Don’t want to interrupt what they’ve got going on here, though. There’s something special about it. Do you feel that?”

“I feel [i]so much.[/i]”

“Right. Well. What do you say? Should we make it a demon date?”

Shirazi cackled loudly enough to turn some heads. That the timid, modest hyena they’d seen there was a red-eyed, slither-tongued demoness was enough to distract a few of the bachelors, for certain. Yet for all the chaos they could have inflicted in that place, the hyena stood, and reached for Xyria. Together they walked, hand in hand, looking ever the romantic couple despite the fangs and swirls and glimmering eyes. There was plenty of pleasure in other places, and the two of them had [i]so[/i] much to inflict upon the night.

Shirazi pulled as if she couldn’t wait to get somewhere. She certainly seemed to know where she was going. Her very modest, concealing clothing certainly didn’t inflict the softly snickering, excitedly vibrating demon yeen.

“And where might you be taking me, miss Shirazi?” Xyria gently smiled. “Your own little pocket of hell perhaps?”

“[i]Better.[/i]” The word rolled out of the hyena’s throat like a snarl, shuddering all the way, riding her laughter.

There was a moment that Xyria considered, perhaps, that she ought to brace herself for potential danger. Shirazi was far from ancient, though she had a certain [i]reputation[/i]. Few demons could be called especially stable, but her - Xyria had heard a few stories, some of which might have even been true. Was it all an elaborate plot to ambush her somewhere she might be weakened? Did Shirazi ever so much as dream of having a plan? It remained to be seen, and Xyria was curious.

They passed through a few false alleys on the way. The two of them knew them all. They were tucked into the labyrinthine city where it got a little too dark in the middle, and where things on the other side were just a little bit different than a mortal might have expected. That allowed them to shave some time off their romantic stroll. Away from the clubs and bars and bustling places, past the factories and into the creakiest, least-walked places where scrapyards and ruin reigned, they found somewhere nice and quiet to be together.

It had been an amusement park once. The site of something spectacular, so Xyria had heard. There wasn’t much left of it, some years later. The rides had mostly teetered over or collapsed, and all the entrances were boarded up with stern warnings to anyone who might have intruded. That didn’t stop Shirazi, of course. She beckoned to follow once she let the dragon’s hand go, slipping through a secret entrance that only she could have known about. Xyria didn’t even sense it at first, oddly enough. Yet when the hyena walked through a wall that rippled on her approach, she followed, even when she had a strange feeling about it all.

A few lights flickered to life on the other side. The park was far from operational, but the grinning splitting Shirazi’s features looked like a proud one.

“It’s not ready yet. But [i]someday.[/i] They’re all going to see. It’ll be even bigger. It’ll cut right into heaven.”

Xyria couldn’t help a smile. In a demonic kind of way, standing out there, walking among the rust, it was pretty romantic. Shirazi danced along, alternating between humming and chanting, eventually making her way to a merry-go-round. It stirred to life when she approached, whirring and clanking ominously. No mortal should have gone anywhere near it, but Xyria could only think of following when the hyena shed her clothing, shredding it when necessary, and stepped fully naked onto the dangerously spinning ride, cackles travelling with her. The dragoness watched for a moment longer, shrugged, and started stripping off her own clothes. It only seemed right.

She caught the other demoness on the next pass, leaping on to ride the platform with her while the mangled horses and carriages clanked and rumbled nearby. Shirazi leapt into the back of a large coach, and Xyria followed, pressing her bare scales to the hyena’s thick, fluffy fur. Things started spinning a little faster. Somewhere nearby, a motor began to groan with strain. Xyria didn’t let that bother her. Shirazi was getting her hands busy, and so the dragoness had to too.

While Shirazi felt up the dragon’s broad hips, or played with her belly, or took a deep squeeze of her breasts, Xyria was just as indulgent. They were both demons. There was no sense whatsoever in being modest. She followed her instincts and grabbed a handful of juicy tit, squishing that in her hand, clawing at it. Getting a little rough and scratchy didn’t concern Shirazi at all. The hyena’s excited snickers were far from natural, more of a depraved, demonic sound, but Xyria knew they were [i]good[/i]. The two of them watched the world spin by again and again, blurring the faster the ride went, but together like that it felt like they were hardly moving.

“From what I’ve heard of you, this isn’t quite what I expected. But I’m sure you have more surprises in mind for me.”

Xyria spoke as she gently stroked her way down the hyena’s belly, eventually playing with her plump sheath. It gave a mighty twitch under her touches, along with a clench of the demon’s fat nuts. Yet for the moment, Shirazi remained relatively calm, only softly murmuring, even snuggling with the dragoness. She was surprisingly soft too. Xyria got her claws stroking through some extra fluffy fur, but eventually she couldn’t resist leaning over and burying her whole face in Shirazi’s chest. A deep sniff filled her nostrils with a scent she couldn’t even fully describe, in all her experiences. Warm. Rich. Sinful. Silvery. She wanted more.

“They’re quiet now. But I still hear them. There’s no need to rush when I have so many gifts to give you, so much to taste and take. Deep, deep, under the floor, clinging in between, they’re watching and they’re waiting. Do you feel them?”

Xyria just softly chuckled where she had all but smothered herself in hyena cleavage. Yes, she’d heard Shirazi was prone to that kind of ramble. Even a demoness like herself couldn’t make much of it. Maybe there were things even she didn’t understand, or maybe it was simple nonsense, babbled out in her excitement and lust. She couldn’t tell if the ride was still going. She had her eyes closed as she sniffed and tasted that delicious creature, lapping her tongue between Shirazi’s tits until the hyena gave her a deep, prolonged moan that ended with a snicker.

Well, that they definitely felt. Xyria was getting turned on, and so was Shirazi. They stiffened together, pawing at each other. It might not have been depraved and sinful, but Xyria found herself thinking she could go for a handjob right about then, just to milk the tanks a little. Shirazi had another idea. She stood up in her seat, hair blowing in the wind as they turned and turned, offering Xyria a grin.

“You came from the top room. That must mean you’re the toppest top, right?” Shirazi’s fangs gleamed under the dancing carnival lights.

“Must be.” The dragoness nodded. “And how do you feel about that?”

“We’ll just have to drain all that topness out of you.” Shirazi giggled to herself, a less sinister laugh than usual.

There wasn’t much room to maneuver in that plastic coach. Xyria spread herself out over the seat, taking up most of it, dick standing up stiffer and stiffer as the hyena loomed. Shirazi seized hold of the bar in front of them for balance, lifting her fluffy tail high to give Xyria a close, intimate look at a sleek black ring underneath. It was the perfect price between a pair of thick, striped cheeks. Xyria simply couldn’t help but get her hands all over that cake and eat it too, taking the hyena by the hips, pulling her close so she could bury her scaled muzzle right in the middle of a cushy, warm ass.

The hyena demoness’ musk was sultry-sweet everywhere. Xyria’s mouth was watering. She sniffed, she kissed, and then she started slurping, slobbering on Shirazi silver fur from balls to taint to the base of her lifted tail. It all came naturally. She would have known if she was being compelled. Xyria simply wanted to eat the fuck out of that thick, shapely ass, as wetly as possibly. She stroked her drool into the fur and made that ring glisten, licking and licking until Shirazi’s cock was fully unsheathed and twitching against her belly. The hyena kept her hips moving to grind back into the dragoness, all but taking that snout inside of her when Xyria was so enthusiastic about smothering herself in demoness. She could settle for a tongue.

The [i]schlick schlorp[/i] of a long, drooly demon dragon tongue plunging inside a tight hyena hole rang out over the faint music. Xyria indulged herself just as much as she did her date. She gripped that ass tight, digging in her thumbs and claws, knowing she could be as rough as she liked. The way it squished in her grip only compelled her to press her face in between those cheeks just a little more snugly. She was sniffing, she was salivating, wrapping her whole mouth around that hole to ravenously suck on it once her tongue was in as deep as it could go, always needing more. There was a deep, insatiable appetite for that scent, that taste, that body heat inside her, and perpetually satisfying it meant she was so hard she was spurting precum on the ride. She could hear it dripping down the metal and plastic.

Maybe she was in a little more danger than she thought. It felt like she could have stayed there forever, gorging her senses on that ass, but either she managed to pull back or Shirazi released her. Whatever it was, Xyria found herself blinking, swaying, shaking it off while the hyena settled down atop her thighs. Of course it didn’t stay a lapdance for long. The hyena took to grinding, glancing back with her head turned just a little too far, her teeth locked tightly together in a savage grin, but the cackles got through anyway. Rubbing her spit-shined asshole snugly against Xyria’s balls, then up against every ridge, every detail, she eventually set herself right on atop the tip. The rest was all up to the dragoness.

“Go on then, toppest top. Take and bury yourself away.” Shirazi’s growl wasn’t exactly a submissive one, but that just made Xyria want to fuck her all the harder.

All it took was grabbing those hips right where they creased just right, and shoving the hyena down on her dick. [i]Hard[/i]. Xyria bottomed out inside Shirazi in an instant, bulging her fellow demon’s belly, jamming to the very hilt with a thrust and slam that left them both groaning and snarling alike. It was every bit as tight as she hoped. That hole hugged and milked at her cock the second she was inside, making all those textured details and ridges dig into the dark inner flesh. Shirazi pumped and squeezed on her so hard the dragoness felt like she could have just leaned back and let the hyena drain her balls. Yet all it took was leaning in closer and sniffing at the base of Shirazi’s neck to fill her lungs with musk and her mind with the urge to breed a tight butt until she left the cackling menace bloated. She’d show Shirazi what she could really do.

The way her prejizz was shooting out of her, Xyria made things extra sloppy, squelching in and out with every furious stroke. She had to fuck that ass, harder, [i]harder[/i]. Every thrust she gave just made Shirazi slam into her harder. That cushy butt softened the blow, but the two of them were bashing into each other in seconds. Fucking until the juices poured down the hyena’s taint, then her balls, then Xyria’s thighs, they just kept going harder. Bolts were flying out of the ride itself, flinging off in all directions as it just went faster and faster, but nothing could stop Xyria from claiming that tight, hot, sweaty hole as her own - or maybe getting her dick claimed and possessed by the clenching, flexing pleasure squeezing around every single inch, juicing out another shooting spurt of pre to fill up Shirazi’s belly a little more.

Slick, sloppy, slurping sex rang out through the abandoned park, making some truly ungodly sounds to match with the demonic moans and bellows they both let out. Sometimes they made the noises that matched their species - draconic roars, loud whooping hyena laughter. The faster they went though, the less they could hold back their demonic nature, shrieking and growling alike, sending their nightmare harmony out into the silent world. It went so well with the sinfully lewd squelching of dragon dick jamming hard into hyena rump, or Xyria’s fat nuts steadily plapping right up against the back of Shirazi’s own, sending the sweat and other juices flying.

Xyria lost herself in the bliss of fucking that hole, wrapping both arms and then her wings around Shirazi, squeezing her as tightly as she could. It would have crushed a mortal, but the hyena was every bit as squishable as Xyria needed her to be in the moment. Shirazi meanwhile slammed her ass down and kept herself there, swallowing the dragon’s cock, nearly taking her nuts inside for how hard she was pressing down to the hilt, bouncing, throbbing, milking. Her own dick was spraying everything in their vicinity with a constant stream of fragrant demon pre, and together like that, as close as they could be without breathing the same breath, they shared in a climax that sparked to life and lived within both their bodies all at once all throughout its fleeting existence.

Neither of them were pulling back. Shirazi spurted her spunk all over herself, the ride. She hosed the place down in freshly fragrant hyena cum, and she took everything Xyria had to give her. She [i]demanded[/i] it. Those inner muscles working to pump out all her seed ensured the dragoness felt the pleasure from her tip to her base, every single inch getting squeezed so exquisitely she couldn’t stand it. She gnashed, she clawed, she even bit the hyena on the back of the neck, hard, but nothing stopped the cackles while she fucked that shiny silver-black ass full of thick, potent dragoness cream, until the hyena’s belly was taut and sloshing for a [i]start[/i].

She didn’t stop until she was certain she had nothing left to drain from her balls. Shirazi wouldn’t let her. Only when she was dry firing inside those hot, smooth, impossibly comfortable confines did she finally loosen her grip. She slumped more and more, cum rolling down her scales, sweat steaming on her body, drool dripping from her tongue and over her tits. The relaxation that fell over her could have put her into a coma, if not for the reality of the situation. They were still going faster. Only when the ride itself began to tear itself apart under its own overcharged engine did the momentum grow apparent to her.

Xyria’s dick was still stiff inside Shirazi’s ass when they got thrown off together. The dragoness couldn’t help a little yelp of surprise when she found herself soaring along. She didn’t even get her wings out in time. They were busy hugging that hyena close, ensuring they tumbled to the ground together. The thumps to her scales were of no concern to her, but crashing down to the ground like that made Shirazi squeeze on her dick all the more, as if to milk one last shot of cum out of her that even she couldn’t give for a few more minutes. Panting, overstimulated, and still swimming in the scent she loved, Xyria only finally managed to free herself of that slickly gripping trap when they stopped rolling.

The long [i]schlurrrrping[/i] pop came with an appropriately lewd splash of spunk pouring down Shirazi’s taint, flowing onto the dirt beneath them. There they snuggled, listening to the ride’s music distort and the metal creak and groan before it all seemed to implode upon itself with a metallic shriek to equal their most demonic sounds. Maybe it had been alive itself, in its own way. Xyria was starting to think a lot of things were possible with the hyena. She’d never fucked someone with that exact kind of fervour before.

Sitting back and panting, wearing a good sheen of sweat and other fluids, Xyria puffed some steam and smoke alike between syllables.

“And here I thought we’d be bathing in the blood of the innocent by now, knowing you. I have no complaints. I’ll fuck that ass all night, if that’s what you want.”

Shirazi slowly swivelled to face the dragoness. Her upper body moved a little faster than her lower half, twisting unnaturally before correcting herself. That grin was ever-present, with her hair blowing in the breeze that came with the spinning ride, at least until it broke down around them. One last resounding [i]clunk[/i] and the whole thing teetered over to the side, bolts and gears clattering out all over. One of them went violently whizzing past both their heads, but they didn’t flinch. Shirazi spoke, staring unblinkingly right at Xyria.

“I would take it. There is all the time left in the world to fuck. Yet I have more surprises for you. Wouldn’t you like to meet a precious little thing I found?”

“I like the sound of that.”

Up went the hyena, rising from the dragon’s lap to stroll deeper into the park. Xyria followed, Shirazi giggled her way along until they reached a staircase. It blended into the scenery at first. That nondescript flight led to a door, which the demoness pushed open, revealing a torchlit dungeon. The expected assortment of chains and devices filled the room, for restraint or torment alike. Racks, crosses, wheels, cuffs, suspension apparatuses. Mixed in with those were a few things even Xyria couldn’t explain. Were they merely abstract sculptures, decorations perhaps? No, she sensed an energy from them, and Shirazi soon fetched a simple stone that was resting upon one of them. She held it out towards Xyria as if it was the most interesting thing in the world, leaving the dragoness briefly bracing for some sort of attack.

Instead, a portal opened. Shirazi didn’t hesitate to reach right into it and grab something. Whatever it was, it made a little hissy noise when she got her hands around it. A firm yank, and she dragged someone else into the gloomy scene, leaving a very surprised-looking half-naked possum staggering in front of Xyria. His eyes were open wide as he scanned the surroundings, timidly tucking his hands behind his back, shifting his gaze from one of them, then to the other. He was small, lean, and far shorter than either of the demonesses looming above him, in all sorts of danger, but he managed a polite smile nonetheless.

“ ... so that’s what that does. I guess I should have known.”

Shirazi pressed her head close to him, staring directly into his eyes, and to Xyria’s surprise, the poss didn’t flinch. Not that much anyway. He attentively listened to Shirazi’s cackle-speak, even when it was being projected right into his face.

“I told you. Whenever I need you, I will take you. I gave you my gift so you’d know I was always near. Always watching, always listening, always tasting your memory.”

She licked her lips nice and slowly, flicking a bit of spit on his pretty features. He nodded his head.

“And I believed you. Um. Well, howdy. I’m Obie. Are you ... one of her [i]friends?[/i]”

He looked up at Xyria with an expression of understanding. Knowing what the two of them were didn’t seem to do more than make him shy. She offered him a smile right back.

“I think I am now. You can call me Xyria. Are you her gift to me? Would you like that?”

Obie did his best to look the naked, sex-soaked dragoness up and down without being too blatant about it. It was hard not to stare. His breath was already getting all shaky just from standing in the presence of the demons, breathing their after-sex warmth. His lower lip had a slight quiver to it, and his pants weren’t fitting very well anymore.

“Yes ma’am. I’d like that a lot.”

“Good boy. Pants off, please.”

He didn’t so much as get a chance to obey. Shirazi was all over him. She swept him off his feet in her grasp and took to rapidly dragging his clothes off to reveal his stiff black dick. It kind of looked like Shirazi’s own, just smaller. In fact, now that Xyria thought about it, the whole possum had a look about him like he was a member of Shirazi’s fanclub. Or was that more of a cult? The same purple streaks in his hair, a similar silvery fur colour, the violet eyes that she’d had before revealing her truer self. Though much of that came naturally. He looked good wiggling and throbbing in her arms, regardless, and she liked the silly little half-scream he made when the demon hyena started stroking his cock.

Watching him squirm around like that was giving her all sorts of ideas. Her own shaft was only slightly softer after their short journey, but she stiffened right back up again. It was coated in plenty of juices and still leaking a generous amount of precum. It’d never stopped. No matter how well Shirazi had drained her, she still had more to give, especially for a good boy like him. The hyena set him down once he was naked and pushed him towards the dragoness, who caught him when he staggered. He held onto that scaled belly, stroked a little, and gazed up at her so brightly she had to fight down the urge to snap him up on the spot. That boy looked so innocently [i]delicious[/i], and he probably didn’t even know it.

She took him into her arms, scooping him up by the butt, just so she could hold him close and kiss him a few times. That came with plenty of licking, tasting him all over, from his face to under his chin. He tilted his head up to let her slurp his throat. If Shirazi trusted her, he did too, or so it seemed. Such a strange relationship he’d formed with the crazed demoness. He didn’t even seem enthralled, in the supernatural sense at least. Captivated, certainly. She met his lips and pushed her tongue slowly down his throat, and was quite pleased when she felt him sucking on it.

That made her squeeze his butt a little tight. She played with those nice taut cheeks. The boy was slim and feminine, especially around the hips, but he had a little tone to him. Just the kind of durability he needed to survive a night with a demon like Shirazi, presuming she was in one of her good moods. Running the claws of one hand roughly up and down his spine made him shiver a little, but he wasn’t so overtaken that he couldn’t return the gesture. He certainly lacked the talent for scratching that he did, but it still felt good to have him try, running his fingers up and down her back, really pressing into her scales in an effort to match her effortless gesture.

She was slobbering in his mouth after making out for that long. The only reason she broke from it and let him gasp and breath again was because Shirazi slipped up beside her to speak a soft, whispered suggestion in an infernal language only they understood.

“Fuck him down my throat.”

“Mm. Greedy girl, aren’t you?” Xyria answered in the usual language, not worried Obie would catch onto it. He seemed far too devoted to care.

“It’s the [i]only way.[/i]” The hyena had some urgency in her voice, as if she knew something more than she let on.

“The only way for what?”

Shirazi didn’t answer. She pressed her muzzle in against the possum’s cheek, nuzzling at him, then lapping up some of the dragon drool left on his fur and replacing it with her own. Xyria joined in, letting her cock stand up straight between the boi’s cheeks, grinding on him, leaving her mark while she tasted him some more. Being given such a tempting treat only to have it taken away was testing Xyria’s resolve. Shouldn’t she be allowed to have anything she wanted for herself? And yet she was curious what in all the hells Shirazi was planning. Very well.

Obie’s own shaft was pumping out a pretty steady stream against Xyria’s gut. There was a rumble within her when she thought about how long it’d been since she’d devoured a mortal, and yet she took to turning that boi around in her grasp. He didn’t weigh that much. All she had to do was lift him up and bring him down to push the tip of her cock between his cute cheeks, and he was the best squirmy toy she could ask for. Given just how wet her dick was, it slowly spread him out with relative ease. She took her time. Even if Shirazi was going to eat him, she didn’t want to break him too quickly. Besides, the slower she took it, the more drawn out his cute, suppressed screech was, until he couldn’t help but stream for her when she had his belly bulging and her much heftier balls pressing right up underneath his own.

Gripping him around the waist, she made a toy of him, a nice warm wiggling sleeve to pump back and forth around her cock a few times. She hadn’t forgotten what the hyena had asked of her. She simply wanted to enjoy herself with that cutie first, before he was gone. He moaned so sweetly for her with even the slightest motion. Every tug, every thump, every deep, firm thrust brought another sound from him until he was all out of breath. Things grew more muffled when he fell into Shirazi’s kiss.

It was more than that in moments, overtaking his muzzle with a sucking, slobbery enveloping grip. He didn’t mind. Projecting those sounds into her open gullet, he didn’t sound like he was enjoying himself any less when Xyria’s constant thrusts pushed him into the back of the hyena’s throat. Shirazi even gave him a firm, loud [i]GULP[/i] to overtake his face entirely, and he wasn’t panicking. He must have known. Simply being in such a position, wrapped up in the jaws of a demoness, was putting him in danger of having his soul sucked out. Shirazi wanted more than just part of the whole.

There was no sense showing restraint. Obie knew where he was going. Xyria’s constant thrusts helped guide him there all the quicker, but it was the hyena’s sheer ravenousness that overtook him completely. Shirazi wasn’t about to hold back when it was time to finally devour her cute friend. Xyria felt that boi stiffen and squirm around her dick, but she wasn’t letting up. Sometimes that meant jamming the cutie’s face right down the hyena’s gullet all the faster, but Shirazi wasn’t about to choke on such a delicious prize. She gulped and gulped, constantly dragging him away, vanishing inch after inch of him until she was sinking down, bending over to give Xyria a straight shot at ramming him into her belly.

The dragoness shifted her grip from possum to hyena, holding the other demoness by the hair to fuck and thrust him down into the gurgling oblivion that awaited him. Even she heard the distant, muffled cry, and it wasn’t terror. The cum pouring down Shirazi’s chin was testament to that. Obie gave the biggest orgasm of his life in the fleeting moments that remained for him outside of Shirazi’s body. The hyena slurped and slobbered on his dick, but she couldn’t resist tucking her tongue under his balls and Xyria’s alike to help tuck him away and send those legs down to join the rest of him swelling her stripes, sagging and swaying in her hanging belly.

Before he went, Xyria gave him something to remember her by. She pulled the hyena’s hair hard and grabbed at that naked tail before Shirazi could fully slurp it away. A huff, and snort, and growl, and she filled that pretty boy’s butt with a load of hot cum that mostly ended up inside of him. The rest, she pumped into the other demon’s open jaws, painting them, overflowing them, leaving Shirazi to drool the seed of her prey and partner in demonic indulgence all at once. She swallowed it along with the very rest of the possum, licking between his splayed toes, and stood tall to let Xyria cum a few more ropes over her sloshing, wobbling belly, painting the outline of that good, willing boi.

“So eager to be yours. You’ve trained him well.” Xyria smirked when she heard the moans coming from within the hyena. “How long will he remain devoted to you once the churning starts? If that’s your plan for him, at least.”

“Trained?” Shirazi giggled delightedly, flashing a proud grin. Which turned into a prouder belch after a moment of having that possum settle inside of her. “He has [i]always[/i] known where he belongs.”

Xyria patted him a few times, smearing some of her own cum into Shirazi’s fur. “I see. A good boy indeed.”

“But I am not selfish. You will have your share. His soul is ever so pure. Not a whisper of cruelty in him. Does that make you wet? Does it make you drip to think of taking it for yourself?”

Shirazi rubbed her gut too, kneading deeply into her captive prey. Things were already starting to slosh and even audibly sizzle in there. The pressure was building, crushing inwards to force that delicious treat into a tighter shape, squeezing some of the air and life out of him already. Xyria’s dick gave another twitch when she heard the crunching, the snapping, the wet slushing of a body being utterly pulverized by the power of a demon’s digestive system. And though she didn’t answer the questions with her words, surely Shirazi could catch the scent of her own rising arousal. She was starting to think she knew what the demoness was getting at.

First, she just had to watch the show. Shirazi’s belly was utterly brutal with the poor possum. Either Obie could stand the pain, or the hyena was showing him some mercy, numbing the sensations that came with getting so efficiently destroyed. Xyria could have sworn she heard a few last moans coming from within Shirazi’s bulging gut. Those were largely drowned out by the roaring ferocity of the demonic appetite working him over, turning him to something soft, then something little more than liquid. Something gave out and the bulge in Shirazi’s belly collapsed inwards, doing irreversible damage to the mortal inside of her, and she shrieked with excited laughter to snuff such a precious being. Xyria couldn’t help a grin herself.

From there, it was a process of absorbing what was left, adding some extra shine to Shirazi’s fur, and even a little extra heft around her curves. She wore that boy on her ass, her thighs, her hips, her gut, her tits, distributing him all over nice and evenly, yet he was far from truly gone. He glowed within the gut of the demon who had ended his mortal life, a suspended soul, trapped in the limbo that was Shirazi’s belly. The hyena could have put a permanent end to him right there. She stroked over her gut, no doubt tempted to claim him as her own forever. Yet she had promised a gift. A simple flick of her finger, and she guided that untainted soul where she needed it.

Obie remained inside her body, directed downwards to instead take refuge in a pair of plump demon balls. They clenched around him upon his arrival. Xyria pressed close to the hyena then. She understood what was coming. Stroking at the hyena’s cock, pulling the loose skin up and down around the juicy head, she got it leaking a steady amount of precum and churning up a fresh, extra potent load with the boy’s precious soul. Pumping, squeezing tight, kneading what was still solid about his spiritual essence, Shirazi turned what remained of that boy’s existence into a fat, nut-stuffing load of demon cum. And Xyria ensured her pussy was [i]soaking[/i] just by thinking of taking it.

If Obie had anything to say about that treatment, it was far too late. He was along for the ride. The ghostly solids of his form squished down flat and smooth, mingling with the rest of the spunk packing Shirazi’s nuts, making them swell and sag. The demons walked together. Xyria let the hyena guide her, even when it meant easing her onto a spiked X. Others would have found it intolerably painful to be pressed to it, then shackled to it, but the added nails dug into Xyria’s dragon scales just right, scratching and stimulating her further as she got secured into spreading her legs for the hyena.

One last good [i]glurch[/i] of her nuts around the lovely boi’s soul, and she was done with him. He made her glow from nuts to leaking precum. Shirazi kept a thumb over the tip of her dick to keep from spilling any. It was the most precious thing in all the world, a mortal soul, and she wasn’t about to waste it by cumming it all over the floor. Not when she could have one of her favourite playthings [i]reborn[/i] within the womb of the dragoness. Xyria hadn’t exactly gone into the date with the plan of being knocked up. Yet when that final shackle clicked into place - demonically sealed, too strong for even her to break out of - her thighs and tail alike were soaked and glistening with anticipation.

“Now do you [i]see?[/i]” Shirazi hissed. “Let’s put some light inside you and see how it twists. How dark will he grow?”

“Oh, pretty damn dark, I suspect.” Xyria managed to remain casual for a few moments longer, but she found herself curling back her lips in a needy snarl, digging her fingers into the cross, vibrating with the rising need that came with dwelling in the presence of Shirazi’s extra potent soul-fed musk for that long. She spoke softly and clearly. “Breed me, Shirazi.”

That humble request was one Shirazi fulfilled with cackling glee. She flung herself at the bound dragoness, knocking the cross right over in the process. They tumbled to the ground and made a heavy impact as the hyena got snug between the dragon’s legs. A push, a prod, a long, wet grind was all the teasing she bothered to do. When she found her spot, she rammed forth. Her dick was fatter, pulsing with soul energy, with sheer potency, and it spread Xyria out until she shrieked with pleasure. It was hardly a dignified roar, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t wrap her arms nor legs around the hyena, so she was just going to have to make plenty of noise. Shirazi was too.

Obie would have been proud to know he was fuelling a scream-laughing, snarling, drooling, snapping, roaring fuck session. They could tell him soon enough. Shirazi was already planting him inside Xyria. Every spurt of precum transferred a little more of his churned up essence to the dragoness. Xyria flexed around all that demon dick inside her, anticipating the release to come, trembling for the seed she craved. The loud, slurping fuck and bellows of laughter in the dragon’s face only grew, latter lessened only slightly when Shirazi went in for some toothy chomps. Xyria was helpless to defend herself from those fangs sinking into her scales, never quite piercing but gnawing her just right, deeply, harshly, all over her neck and shoulders, left to right, right to left.

Their savage, brutal fuck barreled towards a finish. Xyria slopped a whole mess of her own juices all over the both of them, spurting on the fattened belly she was grinding the entire time. Shirazi just kept hammering, ramming her cock deep inside until she was fully within the dragoness, balls pressed tight to the lips of her cunt, dick inside her womb. She wanted to make [i]sure[/i] she didn’t spill any. She needed that whole boi back. Corrupted, transformed, perhaps driven slightly mad by his rebirth inside a demon, no doubt. But still him.

Their unholy chorus blended together to fill the chamber with the blasphemous sound of demon breeding. Shirazi shot Xyria full of cum, again, and again, over and over. All that energy, all that power that came with digesting an entire [i]being[/i] came gushing out into the squirting dragoness. They rocked and rattled together, until it felt as if the cross beneath Xyria was going to break. Yet it held fast, and so did her body, no matter how violently she was getting fucked full of demon cum. She swelled, she sloshed, and in the end she steamed with the sweat of exertion that came from just feeling that much [i]pleasure[/i] all at once.

It was hard to say how many orgasms she’d gone through. She’d made a mess out of prey-padded belly and tits somewhere in the midst of the chaos, but she’d hardly noticed that part. She was too busy getting caught up in the rush of heat and [i]life[/i] inside of her. She could feel him there. Destroyed, certainly, but what was unmade she could make again. Her belly was swollen and wobbling by the time the hyena was done draining her balls within that wicked womb. Shirazi held herself there a little longer, cock swimming in the soul-spunk she’d given as her idea of a gift. In time, she spoke.

“Xyria,” she simply said, and quietly. It was a touch unsettling, even for a fellow demon.

“Yes?” Xyria was still panting. She licked her lips and gave her head a shake, but she didn’t bother to move from where she was.

“Have you noticed?”

“Hm?” Her tone was a bit dreamy.

“You put yourself there without so much as a push. You said nothing as I locked you in. You haven’t tried to escape.”

Shirazi’s grin was growing wider and wider. Xyria looked over at her restraints and calmly tugged at them just to test. Whatever held her there was considerably powerful. Yet she couldn’t bring herself to mind.

“And?”

“Is that what you wish to give me? I have granted you such a gift.” Shirazi ran her hands along the heavy belly of the cum-filled dragoness. “Shall I take one back? Or perhaps all of them. All you need to do is open, open, open ...”

Xyria squinted at the hyena. There was something different about her. She couldn’t pinpoint any precise change in Shirazi’s physical appearance. It was more of an [i]aura[/i]. Where she’d presented herself as a seductive, playful cohort in demonhood, her true, more unstable nature radiated out from her. She was more dangerous than that. Not quite an equal. And yet even knowing that in the back of her mind, Xyria had laid herself out and made herself vulnerable, all for the pleasure Shirazi promised. And she still wanted more.

Watching the hyena crawl over her with a distinctly spidery quality to her movements, she could only take a deep breath in anticipation. Breathing even more of the hyena’s musk in the process was only making her all the wetter, all the stiffer the longer she waited for whatever it was. The hyena mounted her, straddled her, sat right atop that nicely bred belly to bap her tits with her cock. The striped demoness was still dripping, still throbbing, and her shaft fit nicely into Xyria’s cleavage, roughly yet slickly grinding into her scales. Her looming jaws made the dragoness wonder, briefly. Yet instead of going for a bite or worse, the hyena spoke.

“You’ve wandered into a web you could never hope to understand, dear dragoness. Do you feel smaller now? I see the self inside you, begging to be released, imprisoned in this sapphire masquerade. Holding all souls within your swirls as if to keep forever. Is that what you really want, sweet, simpering kobold?”

Xyria’s reaction was visceral. Her first instinct was to show her teeth, to defend herself, to muster up all her power and avenge such an insult. Yet the snarl she wanted never came to her throat. Fighting against her binding ended up as more of a horny writhe, flexing and huffing as she faintly struggled. The hyena touched something deep inside her with her speech - with a single word, even. She was too intrigued to be furious at the turnabout. She had to see what Shirazi was planning. The hyena leaned even closer, casually fucking Xyria’s tits while she spoke.

“It will take but one kiss. How deep will you go, for me? Oh, I can hear them crying out for their new guardian. They know it’s almost time ...”’

The dragoness didn’t have much choice. No, that wasn’t true. She had every choice in the world. She wanted that kiss. Falling into it, letting the other demoness overtake her in the sloppiest, slurping smooch she could feel like the lewdest thing of all they’d done together. It was more than a deep, wet makeout session. She felt the tugging. Sucking, swallowing, and drooling the whole while, Shirazi was having herself a feast, uprooting old trophies, old claims that Xyria had long since thought permanent. Her most precious hoard of all, and she was simply giving it up, because it felt good.

Gulping down those many souls from one body to another ensured Shirazi's stripes glimmered with energy in the same way that Xyria’s swirls once had. Those were fading. They remained where they were, growing duller, less lustrous, like they were the markings of a mere mortal and not a demon. Giving up a single soul was almost unthinkable. And yet Shirazi was taking so much more than that. She guzzled from the deep well that was Xyria, covering her in the cum all those belly-filling wisps of energy provided. The dragoness was drenched and marked, coated right down between the scales in demonic musk more potent than her own. It felt like she was being unmade, at times. It felt like she was being born again at others, in the most sinful, blasphemous sense of the term.

A great hollowness came over her. It was frightful and freeing. Shirazi slowly withdrew from the kiss, licking her lips to lap up the souls that dared to attempt an escape. One more swallow, and she relented, looking surprisingly placid atop her throne of dragon belly. Her smile almost looked normal. Yet in a moment, her belly lurched, and the energy within shone through every stripe on her body, digesting, claiming, absorbing everything that had once been Xyria’s legacy. The dragoness’ scales had grown dull and ordinary, the energy drained, every bit as mundane as she’d seemed when she was hiding her nature. When the hyena raised a hand and voiced a single command, she obeyed.

“Cum.”

Xyria did precisely that. She arched her back and wailed her way into an orgasm that made clear she was still more than mortal. No one but a demon could produce that much spunk, nor squirt that hard, gushing out without so much as a single stroke of stimulation. The command was all she needed. Sending a jet of spunk to pour down Shirazi’s glowing stripes, to soak her back and butt alike, and spraying her own thighs, she could only moan herself hoarse and squirm until she was numb. The pleasure coursed through her until she could feel no more, until there was nothing but the scent in her nostrils and the blurred outline of the hyena atop her.

Slowly cleaning her cock off with a swipe across Xyria’s breasts, Shirazi broke into a broad grin. The dragoness braced herself for a moment, expecting something even worse. She was still strapped down, still helpless. Shirazi could have done anything she wanted. Instead, the hyena chose to sprawl herself out alongside the big, drained blue, snuggling up to her side with one leg tossed over her. That was what she wanted most. She pressed close with her belly churning at the souls she’d stolen. Or perhaps simply borrowed. Xyria wasn’t even sure herself what losing them meant, nor how permanent and consequential it would prove to be. The hyena’s words came off as teasingly casual after everything they’d done together.

“I think that was a good date.”

She gave Xyria a little squeeze, and the dragoness pressed back into her, unable to do much when she was still bound, but not minding much. The longer they remained together, the more that scent could saturate, and the more the glow - or lack thereof - of the aftermath could wash over her. Nothing had gone quite as she had foreseen, and yet she found herself delighted by the uncertainty. Going with each impulse all in the name of pleasure, damn the consequences for herself or others, why that was the most demonic thing of all.