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They weren’t treating her as roughly as she’d hoped. Valerie was almost disappointed. Maybe they still thought she wasn’t entirely committed to the whole idea. Being captured, blindfolded, and dragged off to a club in the middle of the old factory district was probably terrifying for anyone else, but she could hardly contain herself. She’d pretty much volunteered for the whole thing when she saw those shady figures skulking about.

The only reason she managed to keep from masturbating about it as she bumped along the road in the back of some blank van was the promise of a big, public payoff. They told her she was going to be a [i]sacrifice[/i], and she was pretty sure that was a spooky euphemism for what was probably going to be the craziest gangbang she’d ever been a part of.

Wiggling a little to get her fluff-covered tail out from under her helped her get a little more comfortable. It was so long she often found herself having to carry it, especially on rainy days, which wasn’t very deer-like of it. Neither were her horns, or her markings, or her tufted and pointy ears - honestly, she only introduced herself as a deer as a shorthand for whatever genetic soup had spawned her. It always turned the right eyes. There were all kinds of wolves out there, whether literal or not, and she loved it when they gave her [i]that[/i] look. It was the same one that drew her to her captors in the first place.

She lost track of the turns long ago. They could have been anywhere. When the back opened, they hauled her out and made sure she could walk. Someone even held onto her tail for her as they trudged through the mud on that rainy evening. She didn’t feel many droplets on her head before they were inside a noisy place. The music was still muffled through the walls of whatever back room they entered, but Val could already feel it. She’d never heard such intoxicatingly dark rhythms quite like that. They were only getting louder, more intense, clearly building to something. Whatever it was, it made her heart pound.

A few doors later, and the sound felt like it smacked her in the face. There was pumping bass and screeching synth, and then there was the [i]crowd[/i]. She could feel it without even seeing it. There were far too many people out there. Even the most social butterfly in the kaleidoscope surely would have agreed. Her captors, with their wicked smiles and that unsettling glint in their eyes didn’t set off her instincts, but knowing how many pairs of eyes were possibly pointed towards her right that moment made her want to spring her way right out of there. It was even worse when they snatched her blindfold off.

Val was on a stage. There were [i]thousands[/i] of people out there, and more than enough were looking her way to make her squirm. She was the star of the show, and there was nothing she could hide. Those captors of hers were a lot rougher with her when they had an audience to please. That dark-eyed wolf, and that fanged bull both advanced on her, grabbing her all over, forcing her down atop a table while she reflexively squirmed.

Pulling her clothes off of her was to be expected, though she kind of liked the skirt they outright ripped in half. More and more hands were upon her, holding her there until they could bind her wrists to that contraption. She even saw herself on video screens when they made it lean forward and left her dangling there like the victim of a mad scientist, clad only in the rags of her ruined outfit.

It was terrifying, but in just the sort of way she wanted. Val saw plenty of cocks getting pointed towards her soft, supple, vulnerable body. She was in way over her head in the way that made her so wet, and everyone was going to watch and see what a slut she was. Everyone seemed good until the knife came out. It was more of a dagger, complete with a jewel in the hilt that looked like an eye. She watched a pale white cat slowly raise it in both hands, pointed down towards her chest. In doing so, his hood fell back, revealing those stark red eyes she only noticed then.

Between that and the chanting, she was starting to get the idea. A glance away from that deadly ritual weapon and into the screens showing off her impending demise made her realize the table was glowing beneath her, lighting up with all manner of arcane sigils. That probably wasn’t good. Neither was the trough beneath her hooves. Maybe it was all part of the play, maybe injecting some real fear into a scenario meant she didn’t have to pretend. Val still ended up struggling against the bonds that held her anyway.

The chanting rose. It wasn’t just her captors, but the audience too. A whole lot of people were seriously invested in seeing her get murdered, and she had to admit there was something [i]about[/i] that. Even struggling, with her limited but present survival instincts flaring up all the more in her chest, she was still wet as hell. To think they weren’t even going to fuck her before the stabbing started was such a disappointment. Those dark words rose to a crescendo as the pale feline poised to strike, but then gave a startled yowl and dropped the blade when he heard the big, loud [i]bark[/i].

There was scrambling. People tripped over each other in the resulting flurry of activity. Val confusedly stared at it all. All of a sudden, those cool, fangy kidnappers didn’t have the same aura anymore. They looked half-panicked as they rushed off stage and left the bound deer behind. There wasn’t even any outrage from the bloodthirsty crowd. Instead, there was a lengthy, heavy silence. It was just the thing to let Val hear the rising growls coming from offstage left and right alike.

Val wasn’t sure who to look at first. Certainly the sight of a horned lioness stalking out from behind the curtain on all fours demanded her attention. The big cat had her head low, an unnatural shine in her bright blue eyes that reflected on her sabre fangs. She was an enormous beast, and Val happened to be the closest thing to her made of meat. Yet the deer managed to take her eyes from the approaching predator to take in the sight of the big dog loping into sight. That one wore a crown of flame.

If ever a hound were to be from hell, that had to be the one. Fanged, horned, and in possession of fiery eyes to match her regal headgear of sorts, that great canine shone a deep snarl Val’s way, slowly swaying her spaded tail. Only when those teeth were inches from her flesh did the beasts stop and sit in unison, to demonstrate they were more than just animals.

“This one is [i]mine,[/i]” the hound boomed, her voice deep and commanding. “My prey. My meat. I choose to share her with one, and none other. If there are any objections, voice them now.”

Sitting with her head held high, she looked suitably royal and proud as she scanned the crowd and the wings of the stage for any sign of protest. There was no movement. It was like no one was breathing. Aside from Val. She was huffing, chest heaving with anticipation as she listened to those rumbles resonating from the creatures in front of her. Scanning from lion to hound over and over, she found herself finally understanding what was going on. Those were definitely demons. They were very real and she’d almost given her body and soul away to a group of them, only for another, seemingly more powerful pair to claim her. She couldn’t help a little whimper when the hellhound leaned in close to her face, still snarling all the way.

Yet instead of a bite, there came two words, spoken without even a slight semblance of the aggression she’d shown the crowd.

“Trust us.”

Then she backed away again and continued with her show.

“I thought not. I will show you how we deal with foolish mortals where I come from.”

Val found herself wondering what she meant by that if she was talking to a bunch of other demons. Wasn’t Hell itself just one big place? It really piqued her curiosity right up to the moment they started eating her alive. There was no more warning, and they certainly didn’t ease into it. The dog lunged for her meat, and the lioness took her choice of deer-hybrid flesh. There was something so distinct and undeniable that ran through her veins as soon as those teeth sank into her. It was the hottest thing she’d ever experienced.

If her hands weren’t bound, she would have had them down between her legs in an instant. There was absolutely no refusing a sudden, urgent pleasure like that. Of course, it wasn’t all bliss. The hound went for one of her thighs and dug in deep, snuffling her way into the twisted wound she made with those fangs. The lioness went a little higher, biting a great big chunk out of the deer girl’s upper arm near her shoulder, and raking over the hole she made with that sandpaper tongue. The demons were eating pieces of her, and she got to hear them swallowing as they bathed their muzzles in her blood, and everyone was watching.

From frozen and silent, the crowd began to bustle again. There were voices, and there were snarls and growls of approval, as if the other hellspawn watching wanted their turn, but none dared get close. The raucous feast was a splattering one, painting the stage red and bathing the demonesses in all those tasty juices. Val watched while she still could, eyes wide and watery as they drank her blood as much as they devoured her flesh. No matter how much they gulped down, they remained ravenous, chomping and tearing until her limbs started to give out under the pressure.

The lioness bit into one of the bones in Val’s well-gnawed arm and twisted her head to the side, snapping it with ease. The hound did much the same, though she just bit right down through the deer’s femur with ease. Adding [i]crunches[/i] to the sound of flesh tearing had Val’s pussy quivering. She still had one good arm, and she was tugging it against that shackle just for the chance to briefly touch her clit, and squirt out one more orgasm before the demons finished murdering her. It would have been all she needed.

Flopping over to the side with half her limbs released from their bindings made Val realize how lightheaded she already was. By then, she’d lost enough blood that she probably could have made a pretty good argument for passing out, but nothing could have been worse than missing out on everything that was happening to her. There were so many sensations, many of them excruciating or simply numbing, but she needed to feel them all.

After snapping off that arm, the lioness latched onto the deer’s shoulder, dangerously close to her throat, and started tugging. The hound did similarly, as if they were fighting over her, until it seemed like they were going to pull her in half. Something definitely ripped. Val wasn’t even sure what anymore. She slumped all the more, and simply [i]schlooped[/i] right off the table. Crumbling to the floor facefirst, she couldn’t so much as bat at her attackers when they pounced on her and started chewing into her back. The meat there was tougher, but they didn’t seem to mind cracking her ribs to get all the juicy parts beneath, savagely snarling into the gore pouring from the holes in her body.

Slumped down like that, faintly gurgling, but still breathing, she wasn’t putting on much of a show. They may have been acting like wild animals, but the hound and lion were still putting on a show. Simply munching on all that mortal meat hardly established their dominance, and so Val found herself shoved over on her back. The big cat dug her claws into the deer’s chest just to keep her down, while the hound walked all over that partly-eaten meal, squishing her with those great big paws. Something definitely gave out under all that weight. Huffing hot breath in Val’s face filled that longtail girl with a sense of trembling excitement greater than orgasm itself.

She stared back, silent but for the occasional cough as she hacked up some of the blood. Something was bleeding inside her. Maybe everything. It wasn’t enough to distract her from the jaws of the hellhound looming just in front of her. Her whole bit was lit up with anticipation, with a strange sort of need for something horrific to happen to her body, and she got her morbid wish. The dog lunged, and dug her teeth deep into that pretty hybrid face. The lioness followed suit, playing tug-of-war with Val’s whole head with her fangs planted deeply into the deer’s cheek and eye.

Dragged back and forth along the stage, faintly kicking her remaining leg, trailing excess blood all the way, Val had to wonder how she was still alive. She would have thought demons were pretty good at killing, so they must have wanted her to keep going. The very thought made her gasp while she still could. She [i]had[/i] to do it. All her remaining energy went to getting her one attached hand down between her legs just for a few quick touches while the demons held her down and pried off great big pieces of her face from her skull.

Biting down to the bone, ripping off piece after a piece, they left her gurgling and blind after just a few quick bites. She lost her tongue, her eyes, her pretty nose. It all went down demonic throats, never to be seen again in her estimates. Part of her wanted to moan for them, but it only came out as [i]urrrrgle[/i]. If she still had cheeks they would have been blazing. Everyone was watching her getting off on getting destroyed like that. They were going to think she was such a murderslut.

When they harshly dropped her down to the stage, she thought she was going to finally get her chance. Val knew she absolutely should have been dead by then, but nothing could stop her from doing her very best to masturbate despite missing her entire face. It was just a gruesome, shredded mess where features used to be, and that didn’t last long either. The hellhound opened wide. Val didn’t see it, but she could sense it somehow. Hot breath washed over her gaping wounds. Then those jaws descended, locking around her throat when the dog engulfed what remained of the deer’s entire head in her mouth, horns and all.

A long, harsh, deep bite right through her jugular and spine alike completely severed what was left of Val’s head. She felt it snap right off. When that wasn’t enough to completely blank her consciousness, the hound began to chew. That deer skull crunched and splintered with ease under the pressure of those jaws, crushing all those thoughts into well-mulched paste, squeezing all her life away. Or so she assumed. There was still something doing the assuming, and something that perceived the great, deep [i]GULP[/i] of all her mashed up head parts sliding down the big demon dog’s throat.

That realization inspired the only thing Val could possibly do. She finally got her hand on her pussy and worked as fast as she could to start fingering herself. Even completely headless, she was still inexhaustibly horny, still writhing with the need for release. Before she could get so much as a single plunge inside herself, she felt a set of teeth snatch her by the hand. The lioness framed her fangs around the deer’s wrist, and snapped that thing right off to swallow whole, leaving Val humping and grinding the air with a need she could no longer fulfill.

The big cat was just going to have to do it for her. If she still had a tongue, or anything else above her neck stump, Val would have totally made a joke about getting her pussy eaten. Such humour was lost to the world by her grievous injuries. Yet she steadfastly refused to be a corpse, despite the obvious mortality of her wounds. That was some potent demon magic keeping her a feeling, thinking thing. It was good enough she got to experience the lioness wrapping her fangs around a nice wet deer cunt and feasting upon the entire thing at once.

There were a few swipes of tongue in the middle of it all, but Val’s long-awaited release was soon impossible when she got her entire sex ripped out of her body. The lioness wasn’t exactly elegant about it. She feasted down to the womb, ripping out everything vital to the orgasm the deer had been building to. Maybe it all tasted better for it. The hound joined her, a little higher, pieces of deer head and skull still sloshing around in her belly. Ripping Val open let her get to the really juicy stuff.

There was nothing to perceive it with aside from that dull, lingering sense of self. Nonetheless, Val still found herself aware while she got hollowed out, gutted and devoured, spread out all over the stage. It was a mess, though they were anything but inefficient. Slurping up every piece, every shred, down to the very last scraps of bone left the deer with the distinct sensation of being really, truly devoured. Only then, when she was little more than a bloodstain and a few stray scraps of meat getting slurped up by two tongues, did she actually start to slip. That last, impossible piece of her consciousness faded with nothing left to sustain it, and she was finally allowed to die, right there on stage, on the live feed and then big screens, churning in the bellies of the beasts after trying so very hard to get off one last time.

She was having kissy dreams. All manner of suitors were lining up for their chance to smooch the longtail deer. Maybe it was because she was such a celebrity after all that. She was just [i]so[/i] good at getting publicly murdered that she had acquired legions of fans. That she was definitely dead didn’t even occur to her. She was busy soaking in all the sloppy affection until it was enough to slowly rouse her back to waking life.

Blinking awake under the wet affections of a big dog tongue drawing over her face again and again left her sputtering and disoriented. It didn’t make any sense. She should have been in pieces, for one. Nor should she have been so happy to see the great big hellhound who’d had such a significant part in tearing her to bits and eating her alive. Yet the more she thought about the intensity of that experience, and the pleasures that came with all the havoc they inflicted upon her, the hornier she got, all over again. It was enough to make her forget all about the questions she had.

The dog gave a few more slurps for good measure, and then stepped back, still in the same four-legged form. She loomed above the deer as Val slowly picked herself up. Half-sitting was the best she could do. She scanned the room briefly, unable to really identify it but for it being a quieter, private place with no roaring crowd to worry about. The faint rumble of music was still evident, somewhere in the distance, pulsing through the walls. The club was definitely real, at least.

A glance to the side revealed the slinky form of a lioness, though that one had changed. She wasn’t a beast anymore, instead standing on two fine legs and looking ever so elegant in a red and black that showed off plenty of thigh and even some hip. The fangs and horns were all still in place. Those were definitely still demons, but where panic ought to have been, there was only excitement.

“Welcome back, dear.”

The voice wasn’t even immediately recognizable. Val had to look all around the room to make sure there wasn’t anyone else hidden there. Such a calming, maybe even motherly tone like that was one she could have listened to all night. Putting her ears back, she looked the hound over once more, trying to figure out what had changed. All the features were how she remembered them before getting murdered, right down to the fiery crown, but the aura was different.

“Ohhhh, I get it!” she finally exclaimed, prompting a cute tilt of the head from the hellhound.

“And what is it you get, Valerie?”

“The whole thing. So you’re both, like, sleep paralysis demons or something right? Because that was definitely all a dream.”

The dog turned to look at the lioness, who crouched down to speak with a soft smile. She still had those extra long fangs, but Val found them pretty in their own way.

“Oh, no honey. Those look a lot differently from us!” the cat said, making Val pleasantly shudder about that unfairly sexy accent. “All of that was very real. But you are safe now. We didn’t mean you any lasting harm.”

Val just sputtered a little. Part of her even wanted to object, but when she thought back to the intense emotions she’d experience, gratitude was her first instinct. Concentrating, squinting at the both of them, she took some time trying to figure it out, but it wasn’t making any more sense. In a very small voice, she finally admitted her confusion.

“... can you explain?”

“Of [i]course[/i], sweetheart.” The dog scooted a little closer, offering a pleasantly canine smile. “You can call me Sophie, by the way. That’s Carmen. She’s a good cat. Don’t worry about a thing, okay? That was all a bit of performance. An extreme form, I will admit. But for a good cause.”

“Ohhh.” Val slowly nodded. Listening to Sophie speak made her feel like everything in the world - and beyond it, for that matter - was going to be okay. She still didn’t fully understand, but she felt like she did.

The lioness leaned very close as if to give a smooch. When Val leaned into it, she went ahead and did so, laying the softest, sweetest peck on the deer’s cheek, without so much as a nibble to follow. The deer gazed into those bright blue eyes, and then admittedly glanced down to take a look at some fluffy demon cat cleavage. Those tits were right there on display from that angle, and they were [i]gorgeous[/i] too. Carmen must have caught her, because the purring sound she gave came with a seductive smirk.

“Sorry,” Val mouthed, but the lioness shook her head.

“It’s very alright. I am working my way to being a succubus, after all. Even a glance is the kindest compliment you could give.”

“I didn’t know there were, like, courses.” Val bit her lip, hoping that wasn’t rude or anything, then turned her attention back to Sophie. “Are you one too? I didn’t know they came in, um, fours.”

Even Sophie’s laugh was soothing. Val wanted to just swim in that sound. She watched the dog wagging her spaded tail.

“Not quite. I am just a simple hound, like you see.” She gave a bow of her crowned head.

That earned a [i]tsk[/i] from the lioness. “She undersells herself, as usual. There is a reason common demons flee when she shows up. And there’s a reason so many of us call her [i]mom[/i], too.”

“Ah, please Carmen. You’ll make me blush with that talk. I only do what needs to be done. And it would not have suited such a sweet deer like you to be a common sacrifice by a bunch of rowdy youths like that. Much better that we staked our claim to ensure you’re treated right. Would you agree, Val?”

“I ... I think so!” She nodded her head a few times, then more vigorously as it started to click into place.

Sophie gave a pleased little huff and a nod. “Good. And I apologize for calling you foolish, earlier. That was just part of the show.”

“That’s fine, I’m dumb as rocks actually.” Val shrugged.

“Give yourself some credit, dear deer.” Sophie grinned. “You’re taking this all very well. It’s very brave of you.”

“Or maybe I was just really ... and still am ... ” Val trailed off, and formed herself into an elaborate pondering position. Was it something she even could say out loud? It wasn’t a matter of worrying that actual demons would judge her, but rather finding the words to describe such an abstract sensation.

“Ohh, we [i]know,[/i]” Carmen firmly said, sitting beside the deer, wrapping an arm around her. Hip to hip like that, Val could feel the rumbles emanating off the big cat. “Did you feel something, Valerie? A spark of something you never understood until now? The fulfillment of desires you didn’t even know were eating away inside of you?”

“Yeaaaah ...” Val whine-moaned, then just took a deep breath. “You’re really good at the succubus thing. I hope you ... I hope you get your degree.”

“Only because you’re such a succulent subject. But thank you.”

Sophie leaned in as well, taking a few sniffs at the deer’s bust, and then up to her throat, just to leave Val considering the sensation of having those fangs so close to her throat once again. There was just a tiny bit of a growl in the hellhound’s voice when she spoke again.

“I know there’s still so much more you want to do. So many new experiences are awakening inside you, right this very moment? I know that cute look in your eyes. You are a cauldron of desires right now, aren’t you?”

“Tell us,” Carmen purred, right in Val’s ear. “We want to help.”

“Or simply think them. Feel them. Let us absorb that energy. We know what you need, dear Valerie. We are here to make you feel good. It’s exactly what you deserve.”

A wagging hound tail, a rumbling cat, and the warmth of two breaths on her face all at once was almost enough to make Val cum without doing anything else at all. She opened her mouth, only to confirm what she already knew. There wasn’t a chance in hell, or wherever they really were, that she was going to be able to voice her thoughts. She wasn’t even sure what words to use, nevermind actually speaking them. The best Val could offer was to marinate in her rising heat and need, to meditate on all the dozens of fantasies that were bursting into her head all at once.

The demons moved closer and closer, rubbing up against her, laying sweet little kisses on her cheeks, licking her neck, and absorbing every trace of that wonderful horny energy that was so utterly unique to her. They knew what she wanted as soon as she could form it into coherent thought, and Val just sat and waited until all her most hidden urges were satisfied.

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“Oh, this is going to be fun! Off we go, then,” was all Sophie said.

She didn’t acknowledge what she’d picked up on. That much wasn’t necessary. All Val had to do was glance around the hellhound to get an idea of what had [i]changed[/i]. She worried it was too much, asking someone to alter their body for her like that - but for a demoness, especially such an apparently powerful one, it was probably as easy as breathing. All she had to do was picture how hot it would be to get mounted by a great big hellhound with a fat cock, and Sophie was already sporting a plump sheathing bouncing atop a pair of huge, swinging nuts. Val’s face blazed like she was going to melt when she saw that.

“Where are we - [i]hurrrgk[/i] ...”

Val probably should have seen that throat bite coming. She was too busy staring at a pair of demon balls. Sophie wasn’t even aggressive about it. The hound strolled up, parted her jaws, and wrapped her teeth around the deer’s neck and throat in one big chomp. Val flopped down as if instantly paralyzed. Really, she was just too horny to move. The bite drew a little blood, but it was far from the fatal munching they’d given her on stage last time. Which was exactly where they were going. Sophie could [i]feel[/i] that exhibitionist urge coming off of that cute deer girl, and she wasn’t about to leave it unsatisfied.

As she got dragged along, faintly struggling but mostly limp as if she’d had her neck broken, she couldn’t help perk up when she heard the crowd noise rising. Were they chanting her name? No, it was mostly screaming actually, but she liked the thought. Part of her wondered what everyone was going to think of seeing her again when she was supposed to be dead, but depending on how much of the audience were demons in disguise all along, it was probably fine. It was clear who she belonged to.

Out into the lights they went, with the deer’s colours and fluff glistening pleasantly under the lights. Sophie quite unceremoniously dumped her body in the middle of the stage, leaving her stunned and struggling to rise. Scrambling, crawling, acting like the scared little prey no matter how turned on she was, she scuffed up the stage with her hooves while failing to gain her footing. There were so many eyes on her. Cameras too. She was as transfixed by that sensation as much as she was the snarling hellbeast on approach.

Yet before Sophie could lunge, she leaned in close and spoke in that familiar comforting tone.

“Remember that you can always ask me to stop [i]for real[/i] anytime, love. I’ll know when you mean it.”

Some part of Val really liked the implication that she was going to be telling her to stop at least a little bit. Her eyes were all wide and shiny, the perfect pretty doe to destroy. If Sophie had any wolf in that demon blood, it was definitely getting set off right then, Val thought. She watched as the hound slowly set herself down on her haunches, which gave the deer a good look at that tempting sheath. It was already filling out, already swelling and unrolling with the hefty girth of the canine cock nestled within. A great big paw slapping down on the back of her head told Val she was about to suck some helldog dick right in front of all her new fans.

Sophie wasn’t patient about it, either. Just like Val wanted. That paw was heavy, and soon forced the deer flat on her face as if praying to that rising spire of knotted cock. She managed to look up to see that bulb swelling thick at the bottom, veins pulsing over the whole length to match the throbbing of those juicy nuts. Val wanted to lick them, and she really didn’t get much of a choice. Sophie dug her claws in a little to shove that lovely face between them, leaving the deer to huff and sniff them as if by whorish reflex, tongue soon adding to the adoration so she could soak up as much of that demonic taste as she could. Would Sophie have rolled her eyes if she called it sinful?

Val didn’t get much time with those balls before she got bapped on the top of the head by that dick. She slowly turned her head upwards, bringing her tongue along for the ride so she could generously swipe along that stiff shaft and slather it up on the way to the top. As compliant as she was being, she was still earning some snarls and shoves. The moment her lips were anywhere near the pointed tip, Sophie slammed her paw down and forced her cock all the way into Val’s throat. Of course the deer choked on it, roughly too, but she didn’t let that stop her from giving it the best damn sucking anyone was ever going to see. Or something like that.

With tears in her eyes and a knot kissing against her lips, Val made a show of sluttiness, guzzling the juices that were already flowing, bobbing up and down. Sophie remained on her haunches, not quite fucking that cute, tear-streaked face. Her paw did most of the work, pushing Val down deeper and deeper, gagging her on all that cock at once. The spurts hitting the back of the deer’s throat were as warm as they were satisfyingly silky to swallow. Val guzzled them, chugged really, making all manner of muffled moaning sounds like it was the best thing she’d ever tasted. Top five, at least.

It was a moment of pride when she realized she was making a demon feel good. Someone like Sophie probably had all the sex she could ever want with all manner of gorgeous succubi or incubi and so on, but she was still urgently between Val’s lips. That was all the encouragement that deer needed to suck the hardest she ever had in her entire life, even if it meant accelerating her own choking and flinching on all that hound cock. She didn’t care. Making the demon cum was all that mattered to her, and she slurped and kissed while she went diving down on that shaft over and over, pushed along by the heavy paw resting on her head.

One little lunge of those hips and Sophie plunged all the way inside, knotting Val’s mouth, stuffing her dick fully down the cute deer’s throat. It felt like it should have hurt, but all Val gave was a moan in response, one that was soon drowned out when she got shockingly flooded. Drooling on that knot stretching her jaw, she set to desperately swallowing as much of that cum pumping into her gullet as she could. The persistent, soft threat of the demon dog’s growls told her to keep drinking, or else. She probably would have loved the [i]else[/i] too, but keeping in character was important, especially with all her new fans watching her every move.

Suffocation was a very real threat, but she managed to keep conscious until she’d swallowed every last drop. Slowly sliding back, she felt that knot press at the back of her teeth, seemingly stuck. Maybe it was time to die again, with her belly full and her head spinning. A little tugging did the trick though, even if it meant stretching her jaw to the limit. She coughed the moment she was able and made a whole elaborate show of hacking up canine cum on the stage. The whole acting thing came easily to her when she got treated so well.

When the choking was enough that Val felt like she was going to faint in the puddle of cum she’d coughed up, she felt a friendly touch on her back. It wasn’t the hellhound herself, but that snake succubus of a lion. Carmen crept up behind the pair in the middle of it all and crouched down to stroke Val’s spine. The deer had never known demons to be such effective healers, but that touch alone was enough to rejuvenate her. The rumbles in her ear were just the cherry on top.

“There there. You’re better at this than you think, Val. Don’t falter yet. I’m going to need you inside me before this is all done.”

It was such a strange thing, knowing that everything she’d merely imagined was about to come to life. Val felt exposed, maybe even a little afraid that the two demons knew everything she wanted in such vivid detail. The way Carmen said that, it was so clear she understood exactly what Val wanted most. Though it remained to be seen if Sophie was on the same page. If she was, then any second -

[i]FLOMP[/i]

Val got shoved down hard when the big dog pounced right on top of her with a percussive snarl. The lioness dodged out of the way and stepped aside, content to watch and sometimes reach out to tickle the squirming deer. Val was pinned down on her belly, sprawled out in the same cum she’d just coughed up. She was still drooling it, all the more by the pressure on her back when Sophie went right ahead and walked all over her helpless prey, squeezing yet more spunk up that throat. Val struggled, but it was entirely useless. She was a hellhound’s bitch, or she liked running that thought through her head anyway.

“[i]Up,[/i]” Sophie barked, in the literal sense.

The deer could only obey, once the weight was off her back. She raised herself as best she could, getting on all fours beneath that great big dog. Sophie didn’t even have to mount up, at her size. She could just stand over that wiggling doe and stick her spit-shined cock right where it needed to go. Underneath that short, flagged tail, the hound found her mark, pressing against an achingly wet pussy. Val was already on the very edge of orgasm from sucking off the demon. The slightest prod sent her into unstoppable ecstasy.

Cumming to the point of squirting from the very first prod wasn’t how Val wanted to react, but that was what her body did. Sophie didn’t grant her any mercy. She still plunged that knotty shaft deep down inside some soft, clenching deer pussy right in the middle of that trembling orgasm. Val could barely even scream. She managed some sort of whisper-bleat, and then mostly drooled on herself, panting like the dog on top of her. There was such power guiding that knot towards the lips of her sex, tapping against it several times over. Val could already tell that she wasn’t going to be able to get back off once that pulsing thing tied with her.

With her arms quaking beneath her, Val did her very best to stay upright once the hound started fucking her. She lasted maybe three deep, hard thrusts before she fell on her face. When she tried to rise up out of the cum puddle, Sophie stomped a front paw on the back of her head and held her there. Humping that doe the whole time helped her really coat her face in it, coughing and gasping when she wasn’t simply moaning. She could still do that. It was a shaky, breathy sound, but she still made it every time that knot kissed her cunt and those balls slapped against her thighs with every single swinging, pounding thrust from the hellhound fucking her brains out.

Having that bare cock stuffed inside her was dangerous in more than one way. Val might not have been a dog - or at least, she was pretty sure she didn’t have any in her - but she wasn’t immune to demon seed. Every thrust, every huffing plap brought her closer getting knocked up by that hellbeast. She listened to Sophie’s rising snarls. That dog was holding her down, dominating her, using her, claiming her, right in front of everyone. The thought just put her deeper into a tight, pumping state of need. She was receptive. She wanted to get bred, no matter what horrors it spawned inside her. And she was getting rutted towards that goal, locked in a constant, mind-dulling state of orgasm the whole way.

It only took a little more rough humping to get her wish. She felt that knot slipping, squishing, sliding past her last resistance. Val swore she was too tight to take that whole thing, only for one very determined ram of Sophie’s swinging hips to prove her wrong. That knot jammed inside so deep, the screaming deer swore it was going to kill her. And that was exactly why she came so hard around it, gushing a splish of juices to further soak those thigh-smacking nuts. Sophie bottomed out, completely inside the soft doe, and let Val feel herself getting pregnant on the spot.

Somehow she just knew. It was warm and tingly all over, but especially where it counted. All that dog spunk filling up her womb left her with that glowing, knocked up feeling in an instant. It only got better. Sophie had so very much to give, so very much to fill her with that Val had no idea where it was all going to go. She could feel a heavy pair of balls flexing against her, working hard to drain all that pressure, but the panting hound was still shooting, still breeding her even as the seconds rolled on and on. It was enough to make Val simply melt.

Not literally, this time. She couldn’t quite describe it. Slowly sinking down, weaker and weaker, she found her body responding to her even less by the moment. The initial sensation was just like she’d been partly paralyzed by all that cock - which wouldn’t have come as a surprise. The more it went on, the more Val knew exactly what was happening. That part of her fantasies had been admittedly fuzzy, even to her. Sophie knew exactly what an exhibitionist slut like Val needed, and that was to be shown off as part of her. That didn’t mean Val was immediately accepting of such a strange twist of events.

“Wait ... wait, what are you doing? Wait no no no no, this isn’t what I was thinking about, I didn’t ask ...”

Sophie beamed, and she certainly didn’t release Val from her predicament. “Of course you didn’t. But I know it’s what you want, lovely.”

“But I don’t ...” she began and stopped. It occurred to her she could [i]say[/i] stop, but she wasn’t feeling all that confident about actually meaning it.

“Shhhh. Don’t waste words. There’s so much for you to feel.”

A little more squirming got Val nowhere. And she had to admit the whole thing felt [i]fascinating[/i]. The deer tried to reach back to see what was going on, only to find her arms weren’t her own to move anymore. They were already pinned to her sizes as her legs joined together, fusing with the very cock inside of her. Sophie sat back again to put her half-deer cock on full display, for everyone to see those moaning, orgasmic expressions Val was making while she still could. It didn’t take long until she was drooling cum. The bulge in her belly was just Sophie’s knot. Her features melded with the stiff red shaft, until there wasn’t a glimpse of her at all, but for the [i]heft[/i].

The last thing Val saw before she was a thinking, feeling dog dick was a glimpse of the lioness stripping down in front of her. That just made her throb. Or was it Sophie who got even more rigid at the sight? They were one and the same before long. Val felt every pulse, every flex of the extra juicy dick that had devoured her, or absorbed her, or transformed her, whatever it really did. She felt the warmth between Carmen’s soft legs when the hellhound mounted her, too. Pinned by those paws, back arched, legs spread, the lioness offered herself up to the bigger canine, [i]mrowling[/i] with the intensity of her demonic heat.

The smooth, silky touch of that feline sex wrapped around that cock overwhelmed what remained of Val’s sensations. Her entire existence was pleasure, throbbing inside the lioness, feeling her heat, her wetness soaking over every single inch. They made such perfect love together. Val hoped they could show her how to fuck like that, sliding so smoothly, in such unison. The succubus rolled her hips and bounced just right beneath the big dog, and Sophie fucked hard while she slurped the cat’s face, panting over those elegant features between thrusts.

Such a sloppy breeding session left Val all the more overpowered by everything she was experiencing. The walls rippled around her. She felt the clenches of Sophie’s nuts, the [i]sloshing[/i] excess of all that demon seed welling up inside of her. All of it was Val, to some extent. She became one with the demon’s lust, with the rising need for release. The welcoming warmth of the sweet lion’s body was awaiting her. She could feel it calling to her in every little twitch, in the rising tension passing between the demons, in the way all that messy pounding got even rougher, even more savage. She wanted to be part of both of them, in some way, to contribute to their perfect mutual release, and she was going to get every single one of her wishes granted.

Val just hoped the audience knew it was her in the middle of it all when she helped them come to such an intense finish. She faintly perceived the howling and the roaring that resulted when that knot sank deep inside and locked tightly in place. Most all, she felt their pleasure as if it was her own. The gushing load of hellhound cum was all Val. She felt herself enter the lion’s womb, she felt herself plant deep, absorbing into those walls. That same contented tingle she got when Sophie knocked her up was one she shared with Carmen. The succubus was pregnant with demonspawn, and Val’s essence was an essential part of that.

Yet even as she felt herself staking out her place within the lioness, she could still feel the pleasant throb of Sophie’s cock, or the enduring clench of her nuts pumping out every last drop. She was part of them both, carried, absorbed, and protected. There were so many demonic indulgences she was going to get to enjoy as part of them, for however long they kept her. That was the one part she had never quite fully imagined. It was a question mark in her fantasies, but she trusted them to know precisely how long was enough.

Sophie didn’t bother to pull out. She gave a few tugs of her knot against that tight clamp wrapped all around it, but there was no prying it loose just yet. Carmen gave her a pleasured snarl for the effort, but the feisty kitty was soon just a rumbling pillow when the hellhound stretched out on top of her, smothering the whole lion in big, soft dog. The curtain fell upon their performance, and so they stroked each other, snuggling, slurping, they let the curtain fall on their performance. There was no need to keep up appearances any longer. The show was complete, and everyone got to see Val get wrecked once again.

She wasn’t sure if it was her or Sophie who was throbbing at the thought. Val was nothing but a demon dog dick for mortals and otherwise to drool on, and she was a growing pregnant belly for people to stroke. She could feel the purrs, the pulses, the steady slosh of that filled up womb. All of it at once meant nearly going blank from pleasure, even at rest. She wasn’t sure what remained of her mind could endure another good fuck between the two of them after all she’d felt. A prisoner of the flesh, a slave to their whims, Val existed as nothing more than a receptacle for pleasure, and that was how she was going to stay until they said otherwise. She knew they weren’t done with her. Surely her career as hell’s biggest exhibitionist slut had only just begun.

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“Mmmm.” Sophie rolled those fantasies through her own head as they became her own. “I think there’s just one thing for you to do, then.”

She gave such a deep look that Val was fully focused on her. The lioness snuck right up on that deer all over again. This time, it was just for a tight, glomping hug from behind, pulling Val close to whisper in her ear.

“Go to sleep.”

Such a soothing, gentle command was all Val needed to hear. In an instant, she found herself deeply relaxed and slumping back into what she thought would be an embrace. She never felt herself touch down, only the warmth of the covers tucked snugly over her body, and the soothing moonlight in her face, glowing through the window. There was a distant murmur, too. She had an audience again, but she didn’t think about them too much. It was time to commit to the role.

That meant sleepily blinking her eyes a few times and slowly rolling back the covers to find out what had woken her. She didn’t see anything at first. Only when she squinted, her eyes slowly adjusting to the dark, did she see something posing in the corner like a real sleep paralysis demon. Carmen certainly had the presence of one. Val felt that shaky helplessness come over her, freezing her in place where she was. It was suddenly so very cold in there.

With a slowly rising rumble, Carmen peeled herself from the shadows, snapping her crooked spine back into place, then her neck. Even in the low light, Val saw the glint of wetness on the big cat’s lips when she licked them. Approaching, slowly, slinking and sliding along the floor, the lioness found her way to the foot of the deer’s bed. There she rested her hands, clutching the sheets, casting her gaze into Val’s own unblinking stare. A tip of her head from side to side to consider that deer from every angle, and then she tugged.

Depriving Val of her covers left her naked in front of everyone, but she thought only of the cat herself. Carmen crawled forth, rumbles rising to a growl, rolling through the frozen doe’s body. Val still couldn’t move, aside from the flinch she gave when that cat got too close, with her fangs all bared. Carmen didn’t lunge or attack. She simply overtook Val’s form like a blanket of her own, banishing that chill, enveloping the deer’s body in all manner of sensations. When she laid a kiss on Val’s cheek, the spell was broken.

All the squirming and then moaning spilled forth at once. Val couldn’t hold it in at all. It got muffled when Carmen gave another kiss, this time right on the lips, slipping smoothly into making out with the demoness who’d brutally devoured her not long ago. Her arms were still too weak to raise, so she just allowed herself to be swept up in the embrace of the succubus. In training, anyway. Val didn’t see how that was even possible. She couldn’t have been any more seduced than she already was by the lion’s mere presence. Or she thought so, right up to the moment she felt those fangs on her throat.

Tilting her head back with full trust, she let that lioness nibble her way down that naked deer body, rubbing her muzzle against all the softest places, licking her now and then. That scratchy tongue tickled just right, slipping over Val’s breasts, and then down her belly. Any moment, and that demon could have bitten deep into all that mortal flesh, but the only thing Carmen had in mind was pleasure. She nuzzled against Val’s middle, then her hips, licking, kissing, sometimes gently biting, pausing when she had those soft doe thighs on her shoulders.

“Will you give yourself to me? I want to make you feel better than you have ever felt. All you need to do is accept my gift.”

“Hnnnh!” Val said. It wasn’t what she wanted to come out of her mouth, but she didn’t have much of a choice about that. Then she nodded a few times, hoping that was adequate confirmation for a spoken contract like that.

“Mm. Good girl. Let me make it all better. Let them all see what you deserve. And hear.”

The meaning of those words quickly made sense when Val felt the first swipe of tongue across the tender, aching folds of her sex. A single lick sent such a jolt through her entire body. There were no teeth involved, just the smooth, seductive slurps of a big cat who knew exactly what she was doing. Any effort she made to preserve what was left of her dignity fell apart in an instant. She was screaming for her audience, though she was hardly thinking about them. The lioness mattered most. Carmen didn’t even mind when that horny deer grabbed her horns.

Bracing herself helped a little but Val was swiftly a slave to those pleasures. She whimpered when she wasn’t just yelling about it all, and made a whole mess of herself between slurps. Carmen could soak some of those juices up with her tongue, but plenty more got slathered over the deer’s newly glistening thighs, dripping down to the sheets of a bed so familiar, and yet not quite Val’s own.

Enduring one talented demoness pleasuring her was an accomplishment all its own. When another entered the room, Val knew it was all over. She was going cum herself insane, she swore. Sophie made her casual appearance, trotting along like she was just a big dog and not some apparently feared figure in hell itself. She leapt up on the bed, stretching out beside the prisoner of ecstasy that was Val, and leaned in to give a long, wet lick over that tasty deer’s face.

“Shhhh. You’re going to wake everyone up,” she said, gently scolding.

Val couldn’t have moved if she wanted to. She was pinned to that bed by the pleasure, as assuredly as if she’d been paralyzed by the demoness eating her out. There were many ways to shut her up. She just had to wait and wonder what the demon dog chose. Another quick lick felt like it was a prelude to a bite, but instead the hellhound rose up on all fours, paws sinking into the bed under all that weight, and turned her tail end towards the prone doe. Val got a good look at the enormously lewd glisten of that distinctly canine spade pussy, dripping there in front of her face, glazed with demonic lust. Sophie let the deer look, slowly wagging her tail, before ever so carefully backing herself up and sitting her haunches down to completely smother Val in wet heat and a taste she found immediately intoxicating.

It was time to show what she could really do. Her efforts were sloppy, but they were definitely enthusiastic. Val tried her best to emulate what Carmen was doing to her, pressing her tongue inside the hellhound, curling it, lapping, stroking, swallowing those juices. Her reward was a heavenly flavour - if that wasn’t insulting to think - and a face-drenching coating of juices pouring from the hound grinding on her face. She humped and shook and slurped until her muffled cries were desperate to get through, but that just made Sophie sit all the more snugly on her snout, nearly taking her right inside.

Orgasm ravaged her not just from the strokes of the lion’s tongue, but from the taste of the hound sitting on her face. Val quivered as if in fear, admittedly frightened of what her body was even doing. It was worth a little uncertainty. She’d never [i]heard[/i] herself squirt that hard before. Gushing into the lion’s open mouth, she felt those jaws wrap around her entire pussy, nibbling just a little. Mostly, Carmen was simply drinking from her, and Val had plenty to swallow herself while she was soaking up all those sensations, all that wonderful release.

It felt like she was simply going to sink right down through the bed, or maybe melt into a puddle of bliss. Even when the demons relented and raised themselves up from her face or sex alike, she was still a twitching, shuddering, occasionally squirting mess. Wrecked and faintly giggling, she stared up at the darkness above her, faintly aware of everyone who was watching. Whether they were just ordinary horny mortals or ravenous demons, she was surely impressive everyone with what a good deer she could be. But of course, getting seduced was only the start of her fantasies. She’d been keeping a close eye on the fangs of her keepers for a reason.

There was no warning, no teasing, but they eased into the process of devouring her alive much more gradually when they didn’t have to stake their claim over her anymore. Everyone knew who that meat belonged to, and so Carmen and Sophie alike could savour it. They bit into the juiciest parts they could find. The hound went for a breast, and the lioness dug deeply into one of Val’s thighs. Each of them bit in deeper and deeper, dragging it out, extending the squelch of flesh until it blended into the destructive crunches. Sophie chewed on that tit, and Carmen merely tugged until she could tear off a great big chunk of flesh to swallow.

Val couldn’t help thinking about what a mess she was making of that nice bed. It wasn’t quite hers to soak with blood. And she was definitely bleeding. Sophie gnawed and shredded until she could simply bite that mound of meat right off, and the hole in Val’s leg left everything beneath it going numb. She still felt that tongue rasping through the wound though, lapping up blood or just sanding off more meat from the bone. She felt like such a delicacy, being slowly eaten alive by those two demonesses with their muzzles all stained red. It was the kind of thing that made her want to touch herself.

Reaching down was simply reflex. Sophie caught that wandering hand in her jaws before it could go anywhere. Giving a playful growl as she bit deeply into Val’s wrist, she tugged the deer up from the bed, only to plant a big paw on her bleeding chest to shove that deer back down flat. With her teeth so tightly locked around that limb, she ended up pulling it out of joint, only to whip her head from side to side until she could bite right through it. Val watched as Sophie displayed that hand on her outstretched tongue before she snapped her teeth shut around it, splashing Val in the face with the wave of cum that gushed from those deadly jaws.

A long, deep gulp of that mulched piece of deer, and she straightened herself up, licking her chops until she was dignified again. For a bloodstained demon. Her tone wasn’t any different.

“I’m looking forward to digesting as much of you as I can get, Val. Of course, I’m happy to share with our dear succubus.”

Carmen gave a rumble of acknowledgement and snapped up another good piece of those legs, ripping the meat off the bone. Val felt it, but she felt something more than that. Those smooth, hungry gulps were so pleasant, all wrapped around the pieces of her like that. As they ate her, she found herself more and more aware of the bellies she was filling. She could feel herself filling them up, could share in their satisfaction, and could writhe for them as they started to gurgle her up. She’d only thought it for a moment, but she really did want to get a nice full tour of a demon’s digestive system. It was probably a lot more efficient than her own.

Taking bites and pieces of her like she was a sampler platter was sustaining her, was keeping her right on the edge of another release for as long as they were content with that. But of course they wanted more. Sophie sniffed her way up under the doe’s chin, then licked over that exposed throat a few times. Val couldn’t defend herself. She was forced to tingle and tremble in anticipation, but the hound didn’t bite just yet. Instead, she nodded to the cat, who crawled up to overtake the bleeding deer, and find the perfect spot on that tender neck to place her fangs.

Val’s veins didn’t stand a chance. They bit down deeply, shredding through all those vital connections all at once. The deer was bleeding so violently she should have been dead in seconds, but she was still plenty conscious when they gnawed in deeper, when they tore out chunks and snapped through her spine. Even when her head was completely off her body, she felt it all. Messily decapitated, she was still weakly reaching between her thighs, trying to get herself off while she still drew breath. She was moaning somehow when they held her head between them as if making out around her face, pouring crimson from both ends of her neck stump.

Two big bites began to peel the features from that skull. They knew what she liked. They could take it one detail at a time - crunching off her ears, pulling off her cheeks, biting through her jaw muscles to make her mouth fall slack and her strange groans sound more gurgly. Deep-driving fangs blinded her, and someone ate her tongue to further muffle the sounds she made. Not even her skull could stand up to them. They crunched into it and began to gobble up her thoughts one by one, blanking her out a little, making it difficult to remember certain things, but never dulling the violent sensations she so enjoyed.

They eventually did lock lips with a piece of her between them. Kissing and slurping that shred of deer face, they were happy to split it eventually, letting little pieces of Val flutter down to the bloodstained sheets. Carmen was every bit as thorough about lapping up every last bit, every crumb of flesh and skull that was left on the bed when they were done with her. Two eager tongues ensured they got all the good deer meats before moving onto the rest of her.

Only then did it start to go a little numb. Val still managed to twitch and squirm, horny as ever while they ripped ribs out or munched their way up and down her remaining lips. Little more than a torso, she found her sensations transferring more and more into their bellies. The sizzle and slosh of getting digested not-quite-alive was a thrill all its own. It moved fast. The hound in particular was positively annihilating her, piling up more and more deer meat and bones alike inside her slightly sagging belly while she feasted on what remained of Val. She was going to be the first one done.

Val knew they knew. There was no keeping horny secrets from demons like them. Nonetheless, she was still absolutely mortified with embarrassment knowing they were really going to [i]do[/i] it. Digesting her and passing her through their systems was a hell of a ride. Thrilling, even. That journey had to come to an end, and she’d been thinking about that part too. It was just so wrong, so kinky, such a degrading thing to do to a tasty deer girl.

Sophie trotted over to the corner of the room. For all her gentle, motherly dignity, she didn’t hesitate to put on the final part of the show. A squat, a lifted tail, an arch of her hips, and she began to push what was left of poor digested Valerie out. She gave the occasional huff and grunt to let Val know she was enjoying the process of leaving that doe behind, piling up as a mount of dogshit. Just because she was a hellhound didn’t mean she was immune to such natural processes, and it took some time to truly rid herself of all that former deer.

Having a hound do it was one thing. It felt suitable for a four-legged creature to do it, in a way. When Carmen moved from languidly stretched out and rubbing her crimson belly to finding her own corner, Val could have screamed. There was nothing left of her to do so, so she just had to project the psychic energy or something. That lovely lioness, all curvy and seductive, squatted right down to dump the deer on the floor of that simulated bedroom, and Val felt some semblance of it all, right down to the very last chunk of lion waste all embedded in shattered cervine bones.

“Such a good girl,” Sophie teased, speaking to Carmen as much as she was her prey’s trapped consciousness. The lioness could only nod and rumble in agreement.

To the audience, it looked like they’d really, truly killed her. The humiliation endured, piled up where people could see. She blushed on some level. Yet rather than left behind, as it seemed, she still remained with the demons who devoured her for a little longer. Held, kept, and cared for, distributed onto their bodies, making them wobble just a little, she delighted in knowing she was making them even sexier. Even better was how safe she felt, even after being so publicly murdered. It was all for her, and she was going to live to be snuggled and eaten again in time. Such caring demons they were. She was so very lucky they were the ones to get her.