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An anonymous commission.

And as per my vow, half of the proceeds from this commission will be donated to the Spay & Neuter Sex-toys for Hellhounds foundation.

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Getting a fingerless glove off someone without them noticing is generally pretty tricky. It is much easier when the person in question is passed out drunk and buried under “research material" which consisted of photos and crude drawings of horses. Evidence of a lonely but exhausting night for the owner and CEO of IMP, and an opportunity Loona had every intention of seizing. Blitzø snored and drooled without interruption as she slit the glove off his limp arm and slipped silently into her room.

On the whole, she preferred the Asmodean crystal to the heavy grimoire that had until recently been their ticket to the mortal realm, and hence also their meal ticket. The fingerless glove was part of her look, even if the big yellow gen looked a bit gaudy. Blitzø was also pissed because the piece of lust-ring magic had a very thematic interface that he was still trying to get to grips with, but that was quite… intuitive for anyone who had a sensitive gem of her own. Loona just concentrated on her destination as she put her fingertips on either side of the gem, rubbing vigorously before gently blowing over it. And just like that, a rhombus opened up a few feet in front of her, with a by now familiar location on the other side of it.

It was a small store in an old building, the kind that generally had an apartment for the shopkeeper upstairs. The first time she'd walked by it she'd lingered to inspect the various jewelry and accessories, many of which featured pentagrams. The moment she stepped inside her disguised hellhound nose told her there were more interesting things than just esoteric books and various paraphernalia ranging from cute to ridiculous. None of the goodies she could smell were displayed, so Loona pretended to browse and observed a couple of people going right to the counter and leaving with something that the owner kept under it. Her suspicions confirmed, she'd come back when the store was closed and helped herself to the hidden stash. And a week later, she did it again. It was easy, so easy that she supposed she should have gotten suspicious…

*******

“Aaaargghhh, Satan bless it!" she cursed as the moment she faced whoever had come down a bright light blinded her. “Turn that light off you asshole!"

“Yeah, I guess I am an asshole. I pointed a flashlight at a burglar when I should have pointed a gun." Said an irate male voice, but to Loona's relief the white glare of the flashlight was replaced by the gentler overhead lights of the store.

“As long as you don't have silver bullets, I'll take the gun…" the hellhound said, rubbing her eyes to clear the blotches from her seared retinas so she could get a better look at the prick who blinded her. “So what now, smartass?"

“Well I thought I'd bring you some milk and cookies. You know, while we wait for the police? Cause this is your third fucking time robbing me!" said what was starting to look like a tall thin shape.

“Ooooh, the police? Look, I'm shaking…" Loona said, knowing that all she had to do was tweak her crystal a few times and she'd be back home. “Anyway, I wasn't robbing you. Check your cash register, it's all there."

“Oh, I know it is. I've got you on tape you little skank! You go for my stash every single time! Except the video always goes screwy just before you come into frame and then again before you leave. So how the fuck are you doing it? And why aren't you stealing money? I mean, I get why you go for the peyote and psilocybin… but datura? Mandrake root, nightshade…" he counted off before Loona cut him off with a huff.

“Because if you take all that crap, crumble it up, roll it and smoke it you can get a pretty decent high. I need to take the edge off every once in a while, all right?"

“Take the edge… oh you must be high, but not on that! Are you crazy or just stupid? Look, I know what those things are and how they're used. If you tried to mix it up and burn it down you probably wouldn't make it to the hospital. There's no way in Hell a human body could…" he said, trailing off as he looked down at where the teen girl was standing - in the middle of an elaborate circle chalked out on the hardwood floor.

“Holy shit! No, holy Hell! You aren't human, are you?"

“Wow. Just… wow! Way to go genius!" Loona said, giving him a slow clap and a salvo of sarcasm.

“Yeah? Well we'll soon see who's the genius and who's the dumb-ass. Okay then, reveal yourself."

“What the… fuck off you perv!" she spat out, laying one hand across her chest. The weird part was that her arm had moved on its own, and that she had the weird feeling she was about to pull her top off before she caught herself.

“Not like that! You aren't human, the circle you're in wouldn't mean shit if you were. So be a good girl and show me what I'm dealing with…" he said, drawing Loona's attention to the design chalked out on the hardwood floor, right where she'd stand in order to pilfer the toxic goodies that brought her here. As far as she was concerned, the chicken-scratch still didn't mean shit…

“Fine…" Loona said with a flip of her hair, dispelling her disguise and hoping the shock of seeing her would give this prick a heart attack. Not that it was likely since he seemed thirty at most, but a girl can dream. The shock on his face as he came face to muzzle with his first hellhound was almost as good though…

“Holy shit!" The man breathed out in shock and awe.

“Wrong on both counts. Nothing shitty or holy about me…"

“Well, nothing holy anyway. What are you, a werewolf?"

“Hellhound, numbnuts. Werewolves don't exist. They're mad-up, like vampires… or your girlfriend."

“Nice jab. What are you, fifteen?" The guy asked.

“Not that it's any of your business, but I'm twenty-two." she replied, wondering why she did.

“Over twenty and still a goth edge lord?" he smirked and Loona couldn't suppress a growl.

“So you're… what – some sort of infernal suicide girl?" he said, trying not to smirk at the goth-girl outfit.

“Suicide? You need a new pair of glasses, dork. If you could see anything with those you'd know you're looking at a professional murderer." She said with a smirk and a huff, omitting the fact that she was technically the receptionists and occasional tracker at a killer-for-hire company. Not that she couldn't handle the 'wet-work', but Blitzø was too over-protective to let her go to the mortal world unless absolutely necessary.

Her eyes had adjusted and she could actually see him now, standing in what he wore to bed which turned out to be a faded t-shirt and a pair of boxers. She guessed the back door led to an up-stairs apartment because those didn't exactly look like street-clothes. He was tall and on the lanky side, with a neat goatee and hair that was in need of a trim. Her nose put his age at thirty, thirty two at most and told her he was a fellow smoker. Not bad looking, for a human, but nothing she would have looked at twice. Waaaaay to narrow in the shoulders for her taste, and yet he seemed to be looking at her.

“Not hearing a lot of sirens. Did you even call the police, fatass?" she quipped.

“What do you mean 'fatass', I'm not even…" he began in shock and outrage, but a look at herself-satisfied face made him stop. Damn, this guy is quick to catch on… she thought since by comparison Moxxie still didn't realize she was just fucking with him when she calls him that. “No, as a matter of fact I didn't call them. Yet."

“Because your security footage showed a young girl? I bet if I'd been disguised as some big muscle-bound fucker you would have locked yourself in your appartment and only crawled off once you heard the sound of cuffs being locked. What would you have done if I hadn't tuned out to be a bad bitch, you creep?"

“It's Gabriel."

“Is it? Well pleased to meet you Gabe, I'm Loona." she said in mock sweetness, realizing that she'd fucked up only when the human's lips curled in a smile.

*******

Circle and a name. That should do it…

Gabriel knew quite a lot about demonology and summoning magic, but it had all been theory up till now. It had supposedly been a part of the family business, long long ago. He had an attic full of tomes, notebooks and various folios, passed down over the years as if in the hope that the profession of alchemist might at some point get a re-boot. And there was some useful stuff in there - like the way to harvest, process and cure certain plants that grew in the wild and that might have applications in traditional medicine as well as having a recreational use. But that was just old-fashioned botany, and was obviously real. He'd felt like an idiot actually tracing out a copy of a detailed magic circle one of his ancestors had dreamed up, no doubt after a heavy recreational dose of traditional medicine. But here it was, holding a quite literal bitch from hell.

He'd seen her teeth when she smiled and had little doubt that without the chalked out ring holding her, she wouldn't just be tossing insults at him. And the bitch had been stupid enough to fall for his ploy and tell him her name! If demons caught in magic circles wasn't just bullshit, than neither was the idea that knowing one's true name gave the summoner control over them.

Contrary to what she'd implied, he hadn't intended to creep on a teen girl. He'd pulled shit like this when he was younger and had wanted to scare her a little, and maybe find out what the fuck she'd been doing with the ingredients she was stealing. He was neither a pedophile nor a sexual predator. But this was just such a… bitch! She'd been stealing from him, had made him get up in the middle of the goddamned night and was not only giving him an attitude but calling him a creep and a perv!

Well, if I'm to be damned as a perv, I might as well see how far full control goes…

*******

“All right… Loona is it? You know you're the first hellhound I've ever seen…"

“Yeah? Well take a good look dweeb. Here, see this? This is what we call a 'finger'." she said, extending an arm towards the man.

“Up here we call that the finger, and it's not considered polite to give it to someone. So why don't you take that finger and put it in that filthy mouth of yours?" he suggested, and Loona could see his smile widen as the longest finger on her hand moved closer to her face.

She was shocked that her hand was moving on its own, and even more shocked when her muzzle opened. She couldn't stop her hand from getting closer, couldn't even turn her head away or close her mouth. All she could do was to let the rather symbolic digit slide along her tongue until it was in as deep as it would go and her eyes were crossed as she tried to focus on her treasonous paw.

“Good girl! Now suck on it a little. Do puppies suck their thumbs, or is it just chasing their own tails? Either way, I'm sure you'll figure something out…"

Loona's ears folded back as blood rushed to her cheeks and her muzzle closed around her finger. She closed her eyes to keep herself from looking at the smug mortal, but soon realized that it would only make her seem more submissive and compliant. She couldn't take her Satan-blessed finger out of her mouth but she could at least glare the fuck out of this prick, and maybe figure out how he was doing this to her.

“You know you're kinda cute when that filthy mouth of yours is plugged up. Have you considered wearing a muzzle?" he asked, and on impulse Loona raised her free hand, finger extended. “So I guess you can't teach an old dog new tricks? Newsflash bitch, you already tried that one! Okay, your muzzle is full, so tell you what - why don't you shove that symbolic cock up your literal twat?"

Loona was hell-born and hell-raised, and as such had been told where to stick things and had in turn suggested to others where they could stick them plenty of times. Where she was from, it was just an innocent little colloquialism, but she'd never been told to stick a finger up her pussy while standing in a magic circle. The same thing happened, with her paw moving on its own even as she tried to fight her arm from slipping down her belly and under the waistband of her skirt. And if she were being honest, her finger knew where to go and what to do, but usually whenever she slipped a hand into her panties her pussy was already wet and waiting. But slipping a finger into her dry sex felt as awkward as having someone watch her do it.

“Okay, so I'm definitely learning a lot here. Like that demons are real and magic circles work. Unless your just a slutty bitch who doesn't mind fingering herself in public? No, don't bother trying to answer. Just work your mouth around that finger and work the other one in and out of your puppy-cunt."

Her hands did as commanded and while she had her finger between her teeth Loona imagined how much rather she'd have them against this guy's throat. She felt ridiculous suckling on the digit as she slid it slowly in and out of her muzzle, but the finger hidden by her skirt was more problematic. Either her pussy just didn't want to be played with dry, or some part of her was getting off on this.

She knew that deep down she liked the idea of a male taking charge, and that even though Millie was happy with her subby-hubby, a bitch like her needed a big-balled alpha in the sack. But this guy only had a few inches on her and maybe two-dozen pounds! And he was a mortal, a smug prick who only caught her with some kind of trick! It wasn't fair that she had to obey every command from someone who she could kill before he could blink. It wasn't fair but it was… kinda hot…

“You know, I wasn't really sure this circle would work. Gotta admit I felt kinda silly even getting down there to draw it, but it really did the trick. Either that or you just have no problem penetrating yourself in public? Oh, right! You can take the finger out of your mouth…"

“Thanks dipshit. And you're right - if it wasn't for this doodle I'd have torn your throat out by now…"

“Yeah, not that you'll be doing that. Caught in a circle and with me knowing your true name… do you have any idea how much I own you right now? Try sticking another finger into your pussy and see if that drives the point home." he said, and even though her skirt was covering up what he was doing, he knew by the way Loona had flicked her ears that she'd obeyed.

“Yeah, right! If you really 'own' me why are you afraid to come any closer? Trust me, any male lucky enough to own my ass wouldn't be able to resist mounting it. The best you can do is make me finger myself. Still, at least you'll get to see a girl cum for the first time…"

“Yeah, I have got this backwards, haven't I? If you're really my plaything, I should be the one who gets off? Okay, take your paw out of there. And lick it clean like a good girl…" Gabriel said, crossing his arms over his chest, as if that would impress her. Whenever Tex struck that pose she had to keep her tail from wagging and her thighs from rubbing together, but the big hellhound had forearms thicker than this geek's thighs! This lanky dweeb didn't deserve to watch her lick her juices off her paw, but he was still doing just that.

“Okay, you're clean enough. Now lose that top and let's see what kind of puppies this puppy has…"

Loona bared her teeth but the circle was holding and Gabriel knew it. Her hands grabbed the hem of her top and pulled it over her head, revealing a pair of tits that while perky didn't really require a bra. The fucker smirked, standing there and not saying or doing anything, just letting her feel awkward about being exposed in front of a total stranger. She knew he was just fucking with her, trying to get a reaction and she wasn't about to satisfy him. She grabbed her phone and pretended to check her socials and not give a fuck that she was topless. That, and trying to will her nipples not to stiffen.

“You know that's really rude?" he remarked.

“I'm bored, sue me…" she tossed back, not bothering to take her eyes off the screen.

“If you're gonna act like a brat, then I've got no choice. Give it here…" he said and to Loona's shock she was handing him her phone. She never let anyone touch her phone.

“Looks like someone just sent you a message… hey, you know we have a Verosika Mayday up here, except ours is a pop-star. Shitty music, but she's got enough T&A to sell it…"

“I swear to fucking Satan, if you don't put that thing down…" she snarled, hackles rising to drive the point home.

“Relax, I'm not enough of a creep to go digging around in a girl's phone. Here, I'm putting it down…" he said, placing the red and black smartphone screen-down on the counter. “To be honest, I'm more interested in violating your body than your privacy. I gotta say though, for such a bad bitch you have a pretty cute set of tits." he said, and his patronizing tone wasn't lost on the hellhound. “And nice stiff nips on them…"

“Yeah, there's a draft in here, they do that…" she lied glibly, knowing that she wasn't the least bit cold.

I'm gonna give Verosika this guy's address… she thought. Succubi and incubi came up here all the time to spread sin in a very physical way. After she tells her what Gabriel's opinion of her music is, she might just track him down and smother his smug face in her infernal rack. Hell's number one sex-bomb can be a pretty mean drunk after all…

“So, about me not having the balls to come closer…" he said, stepping up to her. The lanky dweeb was maybe a head taller than she was, but the hellhound wasn't impressed. “Down girl!" he said, and Loona's knees folded, bringing her face to crotch with the human. She tried to look away from the obvious tent in his boxers but also to try and avoid looking like she was avoiding looking at… it.

“Come on, a slut like you should know what to do at his point…" he said, but Loona ignored him. “All right, we'll do it step by step. Pull my boxers down and meet your new best friend…"

Loona did as she was told, trying to still look bored as if she'd done this a thousand times and to guys way more hung than this prick. Being called a slut wasn't exactly sweet-talk, but she was desperate not to let this guy know she was in fact a virgin! He was a pretty decent size, or maybe the fleshy rod just looked big against a skinny body as a back-drop. Or from up close. She had toys that were bigger than this dweeb, but holding a toy this close to her face had never made her pulse speed up or her nostrils flare.

“You know, I'm normally a pretty nice guy. I've done my best to respect any girl who found herself where you are now… but they do say that power corrupts, and I've got power over you…" he said, grabbing his shaft at the base and slapping the side of her muzzle a few times. “So I want you to go full-on whore for me. I wanna see how a slut from Hell worships a cock…"

Loona flicked her ears back and bared her teeth, and to his credit the bastard didn't flinch even at seeing a hellhound's pearly-whites that close to his pride and joy. The command wasn't very clear, but the compulsion was still there. Loona found her nostrils flaring, her Satan-given skill of tracking mortals by scent kicking in as she took a very personal whiff of this human. The scent pulled her closer, her black nosepad twitching until it pressed against the sack dangling under Gabriel's erection.

The scent of a male was almost as compelling as the circle keeping her trapped and soon Loona found herself running both her nose and her tongue along the guy's junk. Tentative licks turned into attempts to juggle the swollen nuts with her long canine tongue until that got old and she began working her way up the twitching shaft. She could feel him looking down at her, and made sure to keep her eyes focused on her work. At least this part of him didn't look smug.

She was doing a decent job because Loona had spent some time actually practicing on her sex-toy back in the privacy of her own room, hoping that when the time came for her to do this to someone (i.e. Tex) she would have some idea of how to do it. Her tongue curled up at the edges as she ran it along the underside of Gabriel's cock, cradling the human's shaft until she reached the tip and ended with a flick of her tongue against his glans. Whenever she did it she would wind up with his pre either on her tongue or squiring against her nose, and the smell made it a little easier to lose herself in what she was doing.

“Like a bitch with a bone. Now how about you wrap your lips around it and really let me burry it?" he asked, making her ears flick back in annoyance. Can't this dweeb just shut the fuck up and cum?

“What lips? This is a muzzle, jackass…"

“Well just swallow it the best you can. And keep those teeth away from it, like a good girl…"

“Pussy…" she said, just before she opened her mouth and stared down the tip of the man's cock.

Her tongue slipped out a few inches, just enough to cup the tip and guide it in. Her teeth never so much as grazed the shaft as she pushed her face closer to his crotch, feeling the bulbous tip leak along her tongue as it slid deeper in. He was smaller than her toy, so it wasn't really hard to take everything he had, but pushing a dildo into your muzzle was different than pushing your face into the pubes of a guy towering over you as he watched the show.

The prick must have thought you needed lips to suck a cock, but the truth was that any mammal could suck. She pressed the shaft against the roof of her mouth with her big canine tongue, rubbing the velvety appendage along the underside as she closed her eyes and began to gently fellate the smug prick. He groaned once she did, and she almost smiled around her mouthful at the dork's momentary lapse of control. Her tongue formed a good enough seal and soon enough her throat was working to swallow both her saliva and the pre leaking from the human cock. The moment his hand settled on the top of her head she was reminded that she wasn't really in charge. She was half expecting to feel him grip her thick white hair and start fucking her face, and was infuriated to instead feel is fingers dig into her mane and scratch around her ears.

“I thought doggos are supposed to love this? Come on bitch, lemme see that tail wag… there's a good girl!" he said, and Loona's ears folded against the scratching fingers as her tail swished obediently.

She reached out to cup the sack that was bumping against her chin every time she pushed down to take every inch of the smug bastard. She wished she could just rip the human's nuts off, but she settled for fondling him. She hated the fact that he was in control, but she was in a position to make him lose it, at least until he came down her throat. So she played with his balls while polishing his shaft, running her long, broad tongue under it as she slid her muzzle up and down. He was groaning above her, and humiliating as that was it was better than listening to him call her a good girl while she did this. She was sure she had him where she wanted him and that he was about to paint her tonsils when the hand buried in her hair pulled her off his cock, leaving a string of saliva to briefly connect the tip of her tongue and the shiny glans staring her in the face.

“Easy there girl, there's something I wanna try before I'm done with you. You know what a boob-job is?"

“Are you serious? I pass by a succubus office on my way to work every day, and those girls don't draw the curtains…"

“Yeah, and I bet they have some pretty decent tits, too. But we'll just have to make the best out of these little puppy-bumps you've got, so whenever you're ready…"

Loona had been leaning down to blow this guy and since he wasn't about to accommodate her she had to scoot closer and thrust her chest up as far as she could to get him between her tits. Moving her legs even a few inches closer forced her to notice the way her panties were squishing against her pussy and realize this guy had never actually ordered her to enjoy this. She knew her tits weren't exactly big, but they were perky enough that she could pull off a sexy slinky look. They could draw a guy's eyes, but one thing they couldn't do was swallow up a cock when pressed around it.

“Come on puppy just do your best…" Gabriel said as Loona pushed hard against the sides of her breasts, almost but not quite making them close around the human's dick.

He was looking smug, but she could feel him throb in her cleavage, so she figured that even if she looked a little silly she could still pull this off and get him off. She got a good grip on her puppies, her stiff nipples poking between her ring and middle fingers as she smooshed her mounds around this guy's cock. Her tits couldn't really bounce up and down, but if she moved her whole chest she could get the fleshy rod sliding up and down in the soft fluff between her boobs.

She didn't want to look at his smug face so she looked down at the glans rapidly running her cleavage into a wet mess. Acting either on instinct or on his earlier command to worship his cock, she let her tongue slide out and twirl around the blunt tip. That got Gabriel groaning again and safely out of sight it also got Loona's pussy dripping for reasons she couldn't exactly explain. He was a smug bastard, someone who she could eviscerate in a fair fight, and it was humiliating to be on her knees in front of him doing everything she could to get him to cum. But the closer he came the wetter she got, and instead of pondering escape she began to imagine what he'd want once she got him off.

“Smile for the camera, puppy…" he said, and she was outraged to see him holding her phone and pointing it's lenses at her. “Don't worry, I'm not streaming. This is just a little memento for you. Now keep your eyes up and keep your muzzle down, you're doing great…"

Loona supposed she must have been doing great because about a minute into this humiliating bullshit they guy stared bucking his hips into her cleavage. If he was finally going to tit-fuck her it made her job easier, but it also made her feel like her illusion of being in control was busted. She was keeping her tits wrapped around him and did her best to keep her teeth out of the way as the tip of his cock fucked her muzzle.

She'd been expecting to feel him spray any second but he surprised her by gripping her hair and tearing himself away from her cleavage. Her muzzle was open in surprise and she soon found it being invaded by every fucking inch this guy had! His grip was stronger than she expected it to be as he used one hand to grip her head, the other one still holding her phone as he recorded the violent face-fucking.

He'd been close and she didn't have to endure more than a minute of having her muzzle rutted. He pushed her nose against his crotch and his tip managed to tickle the back of her throat just before it started to spew. This was one thing her toy didn't do and Loona found herself unprepared to have a cock shoot off down her gullet. The first rope was enough to make her choke, her eyes going wide as they teared up and she fought for breath. The jackass had shot three times before letting her pull of his cock, her mascara running as she managed to catch is last streaks across her muzzle. She coughed, hacked and panted with her hands braced against Gabriel's thighs, every bit of the ordeal caught on her phone's camera.

“Fuck, you are just a messy girl aren't you? The point is what am I going to do with this cum-drenched puppy-whore?" he wondered while Loona glared along her cum-streaked muzzle. “I can't exactly let you loose up here, so if you don't mind, would you just… go to Hell?"

She actually opened her mouth to say something, maybe mention that while he got off all she got was worked up and jizzed on. She stopped herself just short of asking him to be a male and take care of business and settled for grabbing her top before she obeyed the command. A few tweaks of the Asmodean Crystal and she was stepping back through a gate back to her room, leaving the smirking human behind.

“That… fuck! That fucking little… fuck!" she hissed in anger, so as not to wake Blitzø. She tossed her top on the floor and instinctively ran her long tongue over her messy muzzle.

_Who the fuck does he think he is? Sending me home after he's done! _?

She leaned back against the wall as she stifled a growl. If the smug bearded dork couldn't eat pussy, the least he could have done was to finger her. She slid her own fingers down her abs, under her shirt and into her soaked panties. Fuck, she wouldn't have been this messy if he'd actually fucked her! The touch of a paw-pad against her clit sent a jolt up her spine, and even though she was nowhere near to calm anger was being joined by something else. Her pussy practically sucked her fingers in as she pressed her palm against her hood and began to pump her slit.

“That fucking… fuck… fuck… fuhhhhh…" she murmured, ending her salty sentence with a whimper as a sudden orgasm hit her, making her cunny clamp down and her fingers curl up inside it. Her legs wobbled and she found herself sliding down against her wall until her ass was on the floor and her thighs splayed wide as she humped her own paw. She grit her teeth and grunted as loud as she dared, getting some release if not exactly satisfaction. When she was done she was left wondering if she needed a smoke more than she needed a shower. Her hands decided for her, fishing a pack out and lighting one almost on reflex, the lit end glowing as she took a deep drag.

“Fuck… him!" she breathed out – the sentiment and the smoke. She thought she'd gotten it out of her system, and after finishing the cigarette she opened the video he took. She was going to watch it once before deleting it, but she wound up watching it again, and again. By the time she was done, she needed another cigarette.

*******

Loona was going crazy. Not the usual kind of crazy that made one a well-adjusted denizen of Hell – a little neurosis here and there, some misanthropy, a few anti-social tendencies spiced with an occasional bout of psychotic rage. She felt like she was losing her mind, and worse yet, she was losing it over him! It was crazy, the fucking creep hadn't even done anything! He'd just perved on her and let her go, leaving her so frustrated she was close to humping her pillow. It was her own paw that had made her cum, again, so why was she still dreaming about Gabriel instead of her fingers?

“Okay, so how to talk about this to someone without letting them know what I'm talking about? Because if anyone ever learned that a mortal made me his bitch… uuugh!"

She picked up her phone and scrolled through her rather short contact list. Bee was right at the top, as befitting a queen. She'd texted her to apologize for getting 'a little spicy' at the party the day after and was even following Loona on Sinstagram, insisting that Loona was still 'her favorite bitch!'. As jealous as she was of her for being Vortex's girlfriend, and as much as her inner loner bristled at the extrovert-radiation the queen of gluttony put out, she kinda liked the bitch. But if she asked her for advice, it would invariably boil down to a very enthusiastic 'Get fucked up and fuck him, bitch! Whoo!'. She needed someone more level, headed and with that in mind, she started typing.

Hey birb! You free?

*******

The two of them met in a coffee shop, which was only natural for a pair of goth-girls. This coffee shop being in hell meant it was full of grumpy demons trying to cure a hangover as well as rowdy ones trying and failing to sober up. They were interacting poorly with each other, but at least the two of them couldn't be overheard over the ambient noise.

“So, how are things at work?" the owl asked, with genuine interest. Most of Octavia's time was spent studying the higher mysteries and the lore passed down in the Goetia family, but she seemed to think Loona's job was exciting just because it got her out of the house, and occasionally out of Hell…

“Oh you know us - still doing our best to keep Hell overpopulated. Heh, Blitzø actually had his latest job follow him home, so to speak…"

“Really? Some mortal bent on getting revenge on his killer?"

“Hah! He wishes! Nah, this one wants a piece of him all right, but it's a very specific piece if you catch my drift…"

“Oh! A little… overeager?" the owlette asked, her voice taking on a low gossipy tone as a flush showed through the white feathers covering her face.

“Try horny enough to hump his leg. Some sad virgin still living with her parents well into her twenties and…" she began, stopping mid-gossip when she realized that she was describing both herself and Octavia.

“Anyway, she's a cat demon now…" she said, and the two of them replaced their awkward expressions with ones of smug superiority. Because if there's one thing a bird and a dog can always agree on, it's that cats suck.

“Well, the mortal world can be a pretty wild place. I only spent half a day up there and I feel like I've had enough for a lifetime…" Octavia said, remembering her failed stargazing expedition.

“Yeah, about that… you remember that time I came over and we smoked that stuff I found up there and got stoned?"

“Y-yes…" the owl chirped, her tail feathers fanning out behind her. She remembered Loona taking a deep drag from the strange joint and passing it to her, the little roll of paper going from Loona's muzzle to her beak... Unbeknownst to the hellhound, the indirect kiss they had shared back then was the most intensely erotic experience in the sheltered bird's life.

“Well the last time I went there I got caught and…" she trailed off, unsure how to continue.

“Oh! I take it things got… messy?" Octavia ventured, obviously assuming that Loona had solved things the IMP way. Ever since Loona had found her while she was stuck on Earth she had looked upon her 'rescuer' with what the hellhound was sure was just a bit of hero worship. She didn't have the heart to let her know that the girl she saw as a bad bitch wound up playing a good puppy for some mortal.

“Uhhhh, yeah. Pretty messy…"

*******

“Hey Millie, you got a sec?" she asked, interrupting the crimson impette from dragging a sadistic looking blade over a whetstone.

“Sure, hon! I'm just killing some time while Mox gives Blitzø the quarterly financial report." She said, tossing her hair in the direction of her dad's office where a familiar nasal voice was being raised.

“…you have to do is sit there and listen while I… Sir? SIR!"

“Uhh-oh, looks like Blitzø fell asleep again. Go ahead, sug…" the little red slayer drawled.

“The thing is, I've got a question and it's kinda… personal…" Loona said, anxiously toying with the tip of her tail. She could almost hear Millie's long lashes cutting the air as her eyes went wide and her tail lashed behind her.

“Oh my… you've got a boyfriend?" Millie asked, drawing out the word as she leaned over the table, the knife she'd been working on stabbed into the wood and forgotten as the prospect of romantic gossip took over the little red woman's attention span.

“No, I…"

“Girlfriend?" Millie asked, scrambling on top of the table and brining her wide-open glittering eyes level with the tall hellhound.

“No! It's… and keep it down, you know how Blitzø is about this…" she said, managing to get a grip on the country-girl's enthusiasm.

“Ohhh, right! Don't worry, I got me one of those dads too. But he and Moxxie get along just fine nowadays… sorta. But don't let that horny bastard in there worry you none, if you're in love you know I'mma back ya all the way…"

“No, I'm definitely not in love but… a girl doesn't have to love a guy to wanna… right?" Loona said awkwardly, finding it hard to outright admit that she's insanely horny about a guy she can't actually stand.

“Oh, it's like that?" Mille said, her tail dropping a little. “We've all been there, hon. You know me - I'm a romantic, and I love Mox to bits, so my advice is always gonna be to find someone you wanna give your heart to… But until you find someone like that, well… a girl's got needs, right?"

“Yeah, so… even if I don't really like the guy or I think he's kinda of a dick?"

“Well, odds are you'll go through a lot of dicks until you find Mr. Right… might as well get somethin' out of them. He's not a… fish, is he?" she asked.

“Uhhh, no?"

“Good! So you go on and get some use out of that dick, and if he steps outta line you be sure to come to me…" she said with a manic glint in her eye as he tail wrapped around the hilt of the knife and tossed it into her hand, seemingly without her realizing she was doing it.

“Thanks, I'll keep that in mind."

“Hope this talk helped some…"

“I think it did…" Loona said as she made her way to the door. “I knew I needed the wise words of an older woman…"

“Wha… I'm five year's older than you!" the ornery impette shouted after the grinning hellhound.

'Fastass' for Moxxie and 'old woman' for Millie. Fuck, no wonder those two make such a good couple…

“Wha… are you fucking serious? Again?" asked the human rubbing sleep from his eyes as if he might also rub out the image of the hellhound trying to ignore him, not an easy thing to do with just the two of them in the closed store.

“Yeah, and you drew one of these bull-shit circles, again. Didn't think you liked spending time on your knees that much…" Loona said, forcing herself to be nonchalant and to keep her tail from swishing. It wasn't going to last, of course, she was once again caught, and he could once again force her to do anything he pleased. She just didn't want him to find out that she came here just so he could do it.

“I could say the same thing. Last time you were here you were the one kneeling, trying to get me off with those cute little bitch-tits of yours before I wound up fucking your muzzle.

“It was just a blowjob dude, get over it…" she said, tossing her mane. Gabriel was running a hand through the hair he still didn't get trimmed, trying to make something out of the tangled bedhead. Same slacker get-up too – boxers and a t-shirt too ratty to be worn in public. He didn't look hot, but she was aware of the fabric of her panties sticking taut against her lips as it got soaked. The feeling seemed mutual, since even though he was outraged, there seemed to be a tent rising in his boxers. At least he's got a pretty decent dick… mused the virgin.

“I don't get it… are drugs really so hard to come by in Hell?"

“They are on what I get paid. And it's easier to steal from some mortal in his undies than a demon, so…"

“Easy, huh? Well, your word, not mine. Strip." He said casually, leaning on the counter.

“What?" Loona asked, surprised by the casual way he'd commanded her. She could feel her hands itching to do what they were told, and wasn't sure why she was fighting them. This was what she came back for, wasn't it?"

“I said – strip!" Gabriel repeated, and this time the design of the circle glowed and Loona huffed in annoyance as her hands pulled her top over her head, letting her perky boobs bounce free. “All the way to your bare ass. Puppies don't wear clothes anyway. Oh wait, what am I saying? You can keep the collar!" he amended with a smirk.

“Thanks, asshole…" she said, letting the sarcasm drip from every syllable.

“Not a good idea to bring up assholes to a guy who owns your ass. Now lose the skirt. Oooh, black panties, who would have guessed? Goth to the core, huh? Just slide them down your legs. Come on, make it sexy…" he said with a casual sneer, the sleepy expression now replaced by the familiar smug one.

She really wanted to wipe that smirk from his face. She had her damp panties balled up in a fist and could just imagine herself stuffing them into that smug mouth of his. Her pride prickled at the idea of being this dweeb's plaything, but something about the fact that she was under the control of a guy she could barely stand was making her tail flick and her thighs almost rub together.

“Okay, now spread your legs a little and thrust your crotch out, lemme see what we've got here… hey, down there you almost look human!"

“Yeah, take a nice long look. Last time you saw one of these your mother was being told to push."

“Yeah, you don't look like you've ever been told to push. If you'd had puppies you your tits would have grown in. Come on, spread yourself open like a good slut. Really show off for me…"

Loona did as commanded, clawed fingers pressing into her moist labia as she pulled them apart. Her hearing was keen enough for her ears to catch the sound of her slick inner walls parting with a little squelch, leaving hellhound-honey to slowly drool from her exposed pussy. This was further than she'd gone last time she was here, and she still had no idea how far this jackass would go. She could imagine though, and the more she imagined the harder her exposed nipples got.

“If you wanna got a closer look, you'll have to get on your knees. Just wipe the chalk from your fingers before touching anything down there."

“That eager, are you? I'm not sure it's safe to touch, for all I know I might catch rabies or some shit… Did you get all your shots?" he asked.

“Yes! And it's hellbies you dingus…" she said, folding her ears at the memory of her latest appointment at the V-E-T. Fuck them and their giant-ass syringe…

“Well, as long as you're clean…" he said, stepping closer and making Loona's breath catch in her throat and her tail bristle as he reached out, pushing her hand away and laying his palm on her virgin mound.

She grit her teeth as she felt someone other than her touch that for the very first time, looking away and hoping it seemed like she couldn't stand the sight of Gabriel rather than a virgin timidly averting her eyes. He got her attention easily enough, drawing a yip from her as two fingers suddenly pushed in and sank easily into her slick sex. She grit her teeth to keep herself from panting, stunned by what should have been a familiar enough sensation. For fuck's sake, it's just fingers! I've got those and I've had more than two up in there! Why does it feel so…

“Tight! Gotta say I didn't really expect that from a slut coming back for more after she had her face fucked. Granted, I've never seen a male hellhound, but I'd imagine they're packing something big enough to stretch a puppy-slut like you out better than this…" he said, curling his fingers in just the right way to make Loona's legs quiver. She let out a breath that was as shaky as her legs and just leaned back against the wall and waited for him to start fingering her. And waited, and waited…

“Do you seriously not know what you're supposed to do down there?" she asked, wincing at how weak and breathy her voice came out.

“I know. What I don't know is why I should do anything. Fuck, I'm supposed to be sleeping right now, instead I've got some slutty little thief drooling all over my hand like a literal bitch in heat. I'm sure as shit not gonna put in the work, so why don't you be a good girl and ride my fingers until your tail is wagging?"

“Fhuuu-huuuhhhck… you!" Loona almost growled out, but her hips were moving before she got the insult out.

Her and her palms were flat against the wall but her back was arched to thrust her hips out. It was awkward, and there was no telling how long her legs would hold up, but she was limber enough to do it. She felt her back tense and her abs clench as pumped her crotch against his hand, throwing almost her whole body into something he could have done just by moving two of his Satan-blessed fingers! He was just leering at her, watching her toned body undulate as the hellhound's sex drenched his hand. She caught him staring at her tits, no doubt admiring nipples that were now so hard they almost hurt, and sticking upward on her perky breasts. And the fact that her breathing was growing labored certainly drew the eye to the fluffy bust.

“Look at the big bad wolf. She can huff, she can puff, but she can't seem to cum…"

“C-can't eve-nnngh!-n get a g-girl… off. Fu-uhh!-ucking dweeb…" she spat at him, folding her ears at the sound of her voice. Fuck, it's not like she wasn't close! This was getting her more turned on than she'd never admit, but she needed more than just a smug bastard holding his hand against her pussy. When a hand reached out to pinch her nipple she almost came, but the tug was sharp enough to make her yip and snarl at the smug human pulling on her tit.

“Gotta say I'm a little disappointed. I was sure these would be pierced. Badass enough to rock spiked collar in public but too much of a pussy to get these done? These little puppy-tits need all the help they can get…" he said, giving the trapped nipple a little twist.

It wasn't enough to get Loona off, but it was enough to get her humping the bastard's hand fast enough and loud enough for even his stunted ears to pick up on the squelches. Her back was starting to hurt and she could see her stomach flexing as she pumped her pussy along Gabriel's fingers, the grinding of her hips occasionally bringing her thighs into contact with the guy's crotch. There it was, tending the boxers and obviously rock-hard. So close to her pussy, if only this smug prick was a real male she would be mashing her steamy slit against something more than his palm. Still, it was better than nothing, but Loona only realized that when she'd been left with nothing. She was maybe ten seconds away from release when Gabriel pulled out and away, leaving her panting and staring daggers at him as he inspected his soaked hand.

“Dog's gonna drool, I guess… come on, be a good girl and clean me up…" he said, pushing the messy fingers towards her muzzle.

Loona was still trying to catch her breath as her tongue snaked out and lapped at his hand. While she was busy with that one, the prick rummaged around in a drawer, barely paying attention to the way he was humiliating her. She didn't know whether to feel insulted or relieved, but once he was clean she found she could pull away from him having fulfilled his command. She took a deep breath and ran a paw through her hair, trying to look nonchalant and not like a bitch willing to do anything to get the release she'd been so close to.

“So, I gotta ask… do you yiff in Hell?" he said, flashing a smirk that she desperately wanted to wipe from his face. She just wasn't sure if she wanted to do it by punching it or sitting on it…

“What the fuck does 'yiff' mean?"

“I think you just answered your own question." He said, still smirking.

“Oh, that! Yeah, all the time, but only in Hell, so you're shit out of luck. Unless you want me to take you home? I'm sure my dad would love to meet you…" she said, her sweet voice contrasting with the toothy grin she was flashing as she imagined how that would play out. All I'd have to do would be to introduce him as my new boyfriend and watch his brains splatter against the wall!

“I'll pass. You know what this is?" Gabriel asked, holding a steel ball about two inches in diameter between thumb and index finger.

“One of your prosthetic testicles?"

“Oh I think I've proven last time that my balls work just fine. If I remember correctly, I even pumped out more than you could handle, so you ended up a little messy…"

“Yeah? Well maybe I should bring an incubus next time and you can give me some tips on how to swallow a load without choking, since you seem to know everything…"

“Nah, not everything. Just enough to run rings around a horny puppy-slut too angsty to enjoy what she obviously wants. And on that note, this is a Ben Wa ball. The way they work is that you push them up a steamy, slutty slit, pull your panties up and go about your day like a good girl while they rub around inside you. Kinda boring, huh?"

“Almost as boring as listening about them…" Loona snarked, but she was wondering what he had in mind with the shiny ball he was brandishing.

“Well, this one is special. I had a friend in high school that had the same kind of interests as me…"

“Ughhhh, so now I have to listen about you and your dork boyfriend?" she asked, playing it cool even though things were still steamy between her thighs.

“Don't worry I'll get around to playing with your puppy-pussy. You see, my friend wound up majoring in theology, even got ordained. Still a pretty cool guy, and I swear he must be the only priest laid back enough to agree to bless a sex-toy." he said and grinned as Loona's ears perked and her tail curled between her legs.

“Bless!?"

“Yeah. No big deal, it's hardly a holy relic or anything, but I was wondering how a denizen of Hell would react. I thought I was wasting my time, that you'd never actually come back, but it was worth a shot. So, what would happen if this were to touch you? Would it burn and sizzle?"

“Go sizzle your mom's taint you dipshit…" Loona said cringing as the shiny ball drew near.

“Are you afraid?" Gabriel said with a chuckle as Loona tried to avoid the ball while staying in the circle holding her.

“No you dweeb, blessed items are demon repellant…" Loona said, feeling the thing practically pushing her away as she tried to dodge and weave away from it.

“You know, when I was little we used to get girls to act this way by dangling earthworms in front of them. Of course, there was no magic circle stopping them from running crying to a teacher…"

“So after all these years you still want to keep girls away from you?" she asked, genuinely annoyed. She'd had very predictable expectations from this encounter, and while she knew she'd feel shame once it was done she at least hoped for a thrill while she was here.

“Damn, are you sure you aren't part cat?" he said, trying to touch the ball to Loona, but it seemed like they were two magnets with the same polarity facing each other. “I could keep doing this all day, but I can see you're dripping on my floor so let's move on. Spread your legs, bend over and lift your tail. Let me see you present like the horny bitch that you are…"

The design chalked out on the floor glowed as she tried to resist, but she still wound up doing exactly as he commanded, her heart thumping as her big bushy tail lifted, exposing a pink slit that was indeed wet and ready. She'd been excited to be bossed around, and had wondered how far Gabriel would go this time. She had, if it came down to it, been ready to let this guy take her virginity, but instead of leaping on the chance he was playing around with some fucking blessed marble!

She saw him through her parted legs, albeit upside down. She saw is cocky grin, she saw a hand reaching out to stroke and then open up her wet slit. She saw him bring the ball closer, but couldn't move except or a shuddering of her tail. The magic held her paralyzed as the blessed ball got closer until the cold steel was touching her sex. Her ears folded as if she could stop herself from hearing her own whimper, a pathetic whine that only made Gabriel smile wider. The metal soon warmed from contact with her steamy pussy but that wasn't the problem. She felt he instinctive need to get away from it, but it wasn't strong enough to let her move so much as a muscle. She couldn't even lower her tail, not even when the ball was slowly pressed against her splayed labia.

“Get that shit a-Aaaaahhh-way from me! D-don't you know what you're supposed to stick in-ngghhh!- there!?"

“Shhhhh… take it like a good girl…" he said, and gave the toy a little push. Just one finger was enough to send it past her folds and into her slick love-tunnel, a perfectly smooth ball of blessed metal.

A shuddering gasp was torn from her as the muscles in her chest and abdomen seized up. It was like having an ice cube pushed in there. No, it was like having a live slug worm it's way in, it was like having a feather - no, a whole Satan-blessed feather duster shoved into her cunt! There was no pain, it wasn't hurting her but her whole body need it to be outside and as far from her as possible.

Once they got over the shock, she felt some muscles unaffected by the paralysis doing just that. Her abs clenched and her kegels flexed trying to push the smooth shiny marble out of her body, but Gabriel's finger was still stuck inside her and keeping her from pushing the ball out. The only thing she was accomplishing was to flex and rub her velvety walls around the foreign object designed to stimulate a woman's sex when it did just that.

“Ooo-hoooookaayy… you had your fun… now just.-nghhAahh!- just take that thing out. Come on you fucker, be a man and just jam your cock in there!" she whined, desperate both to have the ball taken out and something else put in. As far as she was concerned he could jam his fist in there. It would hurt, but the pain she could handle. Having something blessed in there felt wrong, so wrong that her insides were doing everything they could to push it out. But the more her slick walls struggled to spit the damn thing out the more they rubbed against the hard, smooth surface of a sex toy that would probably feel pretty nice up there if some fucking priest hadn't been kinky enough to bless it!

“Fuck, are you sure this doesn't feel good? You're slobbering back here…"

“Fhuuuuuhhhcc… yhooouuOoouuu!" she replied, her pitch rising as the bastard pushed the steel ball deeper in.

“You know, your ass looks really cue when it's clenching and winking like this. Maybe I should stick the ball under your tail? Wonder how bad you'd squirm with this little gem stuck up your tight ass?"

“Don't you fucking…ungh!... dare!" Loona snarled. She still wasn't sure why she came back here, wasn't sure why the idea of letting this prick treat her like a slut and a pet made her tail wag and her pussy tingle, but she was damn sure that if he tried to fuck with her ass in any way she'd… she'd tell her daddy! She wasn't sure what Blitzø would do to someone who sodomized his little “Loony" but she was fairly sure someone would have a hard time scraping this guy's spleen off the ceiling.

“Okay then, as you wish. This little ball's gonna stay right here…" Gabriel said. “I'm just gonna try and get it a little deeper in…"

Loona looked over one shoulder when he said that, in time to see him push his boxers down past his hips and step out of them once they fell, revealing an impressive looking erection. Probably just looks big on a skinny geek like him. Doesn't even have a knot… As much as she as trying to downplay what she was sure was about to happen, she felt her insides tightening up or an altogether different reason.

She knew there was a good chance of this happening if she came back. She knew she'd be letting some pervert make her choices or her and that he was bound to choose this sooner or later. So it turns out it would be sooner. This wasn't how she imagined her first time, but it is what she'd been fantasizing about since the first time she got caught by the smug human. Tex would have been her first choice, but the hunky hellhound seemed to have friend-zoned her. Not that she could blame him - he spent his days guarding Verosika Mayday's smoking hot body only to spend his nights with the queen of gluttony herself. What was she to him but a scruffy goth-girl in need of a friend?

He'd never treat her like this, which was a damn shame. Gabriel wasn't bad-looking as mortals went, and even he had her wriggling around and panting like a bitch in heat. If he looked anything like Tex she would have been offering him her ass, begging for a buggering and howling with joy once she got it. She got a good look at his cock as he pumped it a few times, switching hands and using his left one to hold the ball in her while his right hand smeared the hellhound's honey over his erection.

He was right, she really was slobbering. She wondered how much of that was her arousal, and how much of it was her pussy trying to flush that fucking ball out. She figured she'd find out soon enough, when Gabriel let her push the toy out and just before he stuck his cock into her still virgin sex. It was only when she felt the blunt human glans touch her pink slit that she realized he'd been serious about pushing the damn thing deeper in!

“Take it out, dipshit!" she spat, but Gabriel just slipped his finger out and pushed his tip in just deep enough to plug her pussy. His free hand tightened around the base of her tail, gripping hard enough to make Loona wince.

“I'm still not sure why you came back here, but I'm sure it wasn't so you could boss me around. If you don't want to say it, that's fine. You don't have to admit you enjoyed getting treated like a slut bad enough to some crawling back for more. In fact, you don't have to say anything. Just be a good girl and go 'awooo!' for me…"

“Aughhh, piss on a… DICK!" she snarled, barking the last part out as she felt a dick spread her open.

After the fingering her soaked slit offered no resistance. Loona had popped her own cherry with a toy some time ago when she figured that she was at an age when being a virgin was more embarrassing than sexy. The human's cock didn't encounter resistance until it met the steel ball he'd pushed in there, and even that didn't stop him. She flattened her ears but still heard her cunny squelch as the last of her lusty secretions was pushed out to splatter across the wooden floor. Her pussy was meant to take a hellhound male, but the toy inside her took up about two inches, meaning that Gabriel had filled her completely by the time he had his smooth hips flush with her fluffy ass.

She tried to take some satisfaction from his groan, since it was the only sound he'd made since she showed up that wasn't smug. But a yank on the tail still firmly in his grip reminded her that groan or no groan he was still very much in control. The realization alone made her clench up around him. She'd given it up - control as well as her pussy, the bastard had taken it all and was about to show her what happened to bitches who served themselves up to a male the way she did. And to make matters worse, that blessed ball was still in there, pushed up right against her womb! Her body was torn between trying to push the thing out and desperate to keep the human's cock in. She'd cum around toys, she'd cum around her own paw plenty of times, but her pussy was thrilled to finally have a living, throbbing male inside it.

“Fuck! How can a slutty puppy like you be this tight?" she heard Gabriel ask and she just kept silent, hoping he wouldn't guess the answer. He was already smug enough for getting to jam his cock in her, he'd be insufferable if he knew he was the first guy who got to do it!

She was still trying to adjust to having him inside when he swung her around to face the wall, pushing on her back until she was bending over slightly. Her hands were braced against the wall as the position forced her ass out against the human, and with the grip he still had on her tail he was in a perfect position to fuck her silly.

In a sudden flash this all seemed like a really, really stupid decision. What the fuck had she been thinking - letting some mortal put her in this position - naked, bent-over and squirming while he ground his hips against her and kept his cock hilted in her pussy? Letting him put that fucking ball inside her? The presence of a blessed item in her unholiest of unholies was still driving her crazy, but some of her attention had been diverted by the living mass pushing the metal lump in deeper. Demonic instincts were getting mixed up with feminine ones and while they fought she didn't have any hope of stringing one rational thought together.

“Fuck, you're a tight bitch…" Gabriel groaned almost into her ear. She was glad her pussy had taken the smugness out of his voice, but she wasn't sure about this new tone. It was the voice of someone who knew they were going to cum in the person they were speaking to.

“Shut up and… unghh!-fuck!"

“Don't worry puppy, I'm done teasin'…" he said, and just to prove his point slid a hand along her waist and down past her pubic tuft. His fingers settled right on her clit, pushing it gently down so it was pressed harder against the shaft drilling her pussy. “You gonna howl when you cum?"

“You'll have to –mpfh!- make me cum to f-aaAah!-ind out, dork!" she said, making a mental note to keep her fucking muzzle shut once she actually did cum. She lived with her fucking 'dad' so she knew she could stay quiet while she took care of business, but she'd never had anyone fuck her to orgasm…

And there was no doubt it was gonna happen. Thin and geeky as Gabriel was, there seemed to be some decent horsepower in those whip-cord muscles of his. The arms wrapped around her were holding her tight, and the force with which he was fucking into her was enough to make her perky tits bounce as bare skin slapped against the soft fur of her ass.

He might have made her cum even without cheating! As it was, that fucking steel ball was doing a lot of the work for him. The cock pounding into her was distracting enough that her attention had been slit and was now leaning more on the side of throbbing flesh than hard metal, but the blessed sex-toy was still making her squirm, making everything more intense than it should be. It was as deep as it would go now, and if Gabriel thrust hard enough to really flatten her ass against his hips she could feel the ball pressing hopelessly against her cervix.

His fingers moved from her clit as the groaning human grabbed himself a handful of hellhound boob. Her tits weren't exactly succubus-grade but they proved just enough for a male to really sink his fingers in, fingers that felt wet against her bare areola. She pushed her chest against his hand, and her ass against his hips, her legs straining to take the force of the fucking. She doubted he had much longer in him since he was pounding into her so hard she found herself rising up on her toes each time he bucked his hips.

But as short as his fuse no doubt was, Loona was sure hers was almost burned down. Neither of them was talking, their lungs working overtime just to get enough air in to keep the muscles going and the brain operating long enough for a neuron-frying climax. Her head fell, catching sight of the guy's nuts slapping away at her clit as he hammered away at her splayed slit. No knot, just smooth all the way down to the base. Fine with her, since she didn't like the idea of being tied to this prick. Not that she'd exactly be free to leave whenever she felt like it, thanks to that magic circle.

She was fighting her own body, her own need to finally fucking cum because she felt like if she did it before he sprayed her insides than he'd somehow win. On the other hand, this guy's a big enough douche to pull out once he gets his and leave her panting like a bitch in heat. Fuck it, fuck him and just… fuck!

It was the last sentient thought she had as her mind went blank and her insides clamped down. He definitely felt that, judging from the way he groaned, but she barely registered the sound. Her teeth were clenched, her nostrils flaring as the tightness in her pussy finally broke and she started shaking and twitching all over. She felt like his grip on her tail and her leaning against the wall was the only thing keeping her from falling over and crumpling up, and for one glorious moment she didn't even feel the blessed ball shoved right up against her uterus.

She registered a hand shooting up under her hair and slipping under the leather of her collar just before it was yanked back, peeling her away from the wall and pressing her against Gabriel. He was thrusting up into her now, rapidly jack-hammering away at her stuffed pussy as he breathed into her ear.

“Come on puppy…ngh!... go 'awooo!'…" he grunted in her ear. It was a command, and she knew by now that there was no point in fighting it so she raised her muzzle as released her collar just enough for her to get a good, deep breath.

And she howled, long and keening as Gabriel's cock twitched inside her, squirting against the steel ball pressed against her cervix as the wet heat spreading though her insides distracted her from the blessed marble. She was still riding out her own climax and still pulsing around the cock now throbbing against the walls of her sex as it did what no finger or sex-toy could do and pumped her full of thick, warm cum. She didn't know how long she howled, and it was loud enough to make the glass display cases reverberate from the piercing cry. Gabriel moved his hand's from her tail and her collar and wrapped one around her waist and another around her chest, holding her close as he gave her tit a grope while grinding his crotch against her. By the time she was done howling and he was done cumming, the neighborhood dogs all started barking like mad.

“Can… you translate?" Gabriel asked, barely getting out the wisecrack as he fought for each ragged breath.

“Fuck… you…" Loona replied, still to wiped-out to think of anything sufficiently clever or mean. Seriously, fuck him!

She felt him squeeze her boob like it was a stress-relief toy, his heart beating against her back as he held her close until she felt his dick begin to deflate and slide out. As it did the steel ball inside her began to move, and with nothing to distract her and her pussy now post-sex sensitive it felt twice as bad. She wriggled out of his grip and felt his tip slip out of her just before she pressed her paws to the wall. Leaning for support, she spread her legs and gave a grunt and a push, her ears folding back at the noise of a hard steel ball and a gush of spunk hitting the wooden floor. Her ears were even sharp enough to pick out the distinct sound of the ball rolling briefly in the thick white slime.

The moment the smug asshole who made that mess got some air in his lungs they seemed to ask for something else, his hand reaching out for a soft pack and a lighter. He didn't miss the way Loona's lidded eyes fixed themselves on the little white tube he'd drawn out, and honoring a bond shared by true addicts he took out another cigarette, put both in his mouth and passed her one after lighting it. Loona took it with a nod of thanks and drew in a long satisfying drag. It did nothing to change the fact that she'd been hollowed out like a cheap whore and that she had this guy's cum running down her shaky legs, but after satisfying one craving it always felt great to take care of the other one!

“Well, that was fun but I'm gonna have to call it an early night. The store's open tomorrow and I'll have to get up early just to mop up and air the smell of wet dog out…" he said, looking expectantly at the hellhound holding the lit cigarette between her teeth as she got dressed as fast as trembling paws would allow.

“Then go ahead and banish me, you asshole. Magic circle, remember?" she said, cocking a hip and pointing down at the design.

“Guess I really fucked your brains out, huh? Take a closer look, slut-puppy. You slobbered so bad over my floor you washed off bits of the circle. Once it's broken, it's just a doodle. About halfway into me plowing you like a bitch in heat you could have done pretty much anything you wanted, including going to Hell." he said, looking smug as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Fuck, he's right! she thought, feeling heat rise to her cheeks. She could have done anything - she could have bailed, she could have pushed this jerk down, shoved that metal ball down his throat and rode him while he tried not to choke on it… Instead she'd whimpered, whined… she'd cum like a succubus on Spring Break and even went 'awooo!' for fuck's sake. She'd taken this guy's load and would have stayed bent over and tail hiked, taking as many as he had left if the prick wasn't worried about getting this place clean for his customers!

“Yeah? Well next time you better carve that shit in good and deep, or this 'puppy' is going to go full on bitch on your mortal ass…" she said, opening a portal and slipping through quickly once she realized she'd just flat out told him that after being degraded, fucked like a whore and damn-near tortured with that little ball she'd coming back for more…