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In a click, light returned to the dimly lit room.

The atmosphere was thick, pungent, and even as hands worked to open the windows and push the curtains aside, it remained. It remained and wrought grunts from the recent arrival… Beyond, of course, the regular grunts coming from deeper within the bedroom.

The place looked like it had been ransacked: bed sheets had been thrown aside, same as clothes, as toys, as sex toys. There were even claw marks on one wall, while the another bore puncture marks through the purple paint.

Pistols, fire, anything was enough to get the plan rolling. But in the end, the deed was done.

The grunts continued, stirring from a lustful but passive exhaustion to an interest and a tremor of anger. The chains clanged against their prisoner, heating up and glimmering with energy for a fiery second before that fire was snuffed out. Then, there was the muffled groans that continued. Their tempo was fast, the intonation moving up and down as if there was a meaning behind them. Words. Yet, nothing would come out despite the clear threatening intent.

“We sssshouldn’t do this. We sssshould have released him,” slurred a voice, low and demure. Still, the voice followed the sounds of dropping clothes, of falling belts, of plummeting trinkets. The steps were careful, the serpentine tongue dancing and flaying the air as much as the green glance.

There was a nod followed by a grunt. More movements, more stirring.

But no. The chains remained, and so did the slow buzz as one set of toys continued to tease and shock the insides while another set was tucked against a firm and stiff organ. Sets that were stuck against the nipples, the testicles, anywhere sensitive… And leading to the orifices clenching. Fluids dripped, whether natural lubrication or lube brought from before.

“FOOL! WE WILL BE DOOMED IF HE IS FREED AS IT IS! WE SHALL FIX THIS!” shouted another voice. The red beak pointed towards the toys as no clothes were left. The beard was pristine, the red feathers proper… And while the lascivious atmosphere permeated everything, even them… That one kept a controlled expression.

A growl and a frustrated one. Shaking the chains was useless, and so were shaking the legs or using the hooves to kick the air. The vibrators would not budge… After a few kicks, the sole result was exhaustion. More exhaustion. Therefore deterring further abuse and brutality. There was no point in being feisty… It was a matter of enduring, of letting those idiots act.

“What about… Letting him sssspeak? He could have changed hissss mind?”

A demure expression followed by a shrug, then a nod. And then, the hands were on the ball gag. Enchanted, of course. Finally, the mouth was allowed to close, the spit to be swallowed. And for a cough to escape him.

“I will eat your souls when I get out,” he whispered.

“What?” coughed the Snake, his green eyes glimmering.

“I WILL HAVE YOU SERVE AS MAMMON’S WHORES!” screamed Asmodeus, his cyan mane bursting afire for one second before the angelic chains holding him down burst with energy as they stole whatever power might have remained.

“YOU HEARD HIM!” shouted the bearded Vulture Demon, his claws scraping the floor as he passed a hand on Asmodeus’ genitals, yanking one of the duct-taped little vibrators that had been stuck on Asmodeus’ cock. A single push and it turned off. Followed by more as there was silence… And the slow buzzing. “HE IS READY FOR THE BRANDING!”

Murmur. Always so loud, always so authoritative. In a way, the Goetic Demon, looking like a Vulture, had been the head of that project. It was he who asked for a private meeting with Asmodeus, on the value he represented his family and the shares they held.

It was he who dragged his partner, Eligos, in this ploy. Each had shares in Asmodeus’ company. And it was how Asmodeus was strong-armed into accepting them in his office, unaware of what they had planned.

They fought, they forced their way into his home, he fought… And they used Angelic steel to bind him on the bed like a vulgar sex doll.

More than that, they had kept him busy and bound while working on smoothening the situation, surely sharing the lie “Asmodeus is taking a vacation in the gluttony ring.”

It would ensure the succubi’s compliance, even if their progenitor was not far, only a few levels above. Bound. Attached. With his clothes stripped until his lean body was exposed. With his feathers covered with spit and sweat. With his stiff and elongated cock hard, red, and pained from all the ejaculations. With his asshole split open from the brutal fingers, sex toys, and kept gaping with a gaggle of vibrators… And no different of his cunt, so sore from clenching and spewing juices whenever he came. Worse was how they used one of the company’s properties to brand his belly like one vulgar mortal whore. No, he was not taking any vacation.

His shareholders were planning to “fix him” and “bring about a new age for the Lust Ring”, whatever it meant.

Without further recrimination, Eligos put the ball gag back. The three ball gags, in fact, as he had managed to find one for each of Asmodeus’ faces, keeping him silent.

“I’m… Ssssorry, my Lord,” mumbled Eligos, reaching for Asmodeus’ limbs to check the bindings, ensuring they were there… Before he passed a hand over Asmodeus’ swollen and needy nipples. Just a caress, just a touch, and the Deadly Sin moaned.

One leg after another, his thighs were spread, allowing Murmur to explore. His fingers, clawed, danced and explored Asmodeus’ innermost parts. He ignored the Deadly Sin’s feathered testicles and hardened cock, both coated with the Demon’s feminine juices and lube pouring from his asshole. And he observed the twin orifices.

The one at the top, and prepared no-less, was the asshole. It was not necessary to have one, but Demons who did not possess an asshole seemed to act like one to compensate. And the pleasure of being taken there was one of Asmodeus’ dirty desires. One among many, of course.

One desire he had indulged in as his rim was naturally agape and swollen, the flesh distended and distending under the Vulture’s touch. The Demon’s raspy and warm breath tingled Asmodeus’ asshole and elicited a shiver… Before he sighed and looked down, down as the clawed fingers danced above. They went over the taint, the small separation, and then onto the Demon’s labia.

On the puffy, stretched, purplish, and well-lubricated labia and his cunt right in between. One Murmur made no effort to prepare as he plunged one digit inside and wiggled it. Left, right. And Asmodeus was left panting, heaving, and assuredly drooling all over. His cock sputtered more fluids onto the bed… But it was his cunt that ached and desired, and thought. His cunt which sprayed as a shock coursed his spine and made his brain flare… So did the brand. On his belly.

It was not an elaborate spell, that one. More so of a prototype of one Womb Tattoo. A Lust Stamp that was to make the wearer addicted to pleasure of all sorts. A simple one that was to grow with each passing orgasm, masculine and feminine. Asmodeus had no need to glance at it. He knew of its current state, of the intertwined vines drawing that womb. The Stamp was almost complete. Much to his frustration. His chest was feeling heavier as the hours went on. His cunt was aching more and more. And his cock? It had remained as steel.

Asmodeus’ eyebrows dropped, and his mane glimmered for a second.

How many times had he climaxed? His ejaculations? He went over two hundred already and he was far from being empty. But the feminine climaxes that wrecked his lips and made his hands and knees push further against the mattress? Too much.

Too much. Too much as his body tensed when he sensed Murmur’s claws were on his belly, stroking it. Stroking the intermingling fur and feathers as he ascended, reached higher… Reached for those plump and generous pectorals, tussling them to get a feel of one nipple. One hard, erect, brimming with life, with lust, with need.

Asmodeus knew his needs, knew his body. And as the fingers pinched it, his muffled moans took a higher pitch.

“GIVE IN, ASMODEUS! THIS IS WHAT YOU NEED!”

Asmodeus’ eyebrows dropped further. His teeth bit into the ball gag, and saliva dribbled. But then, all his tension and frustration melted when the fingers held and pinched. They twisted, turned, held, tortured. One nipple. One bright and needy nipple that had been hiding so long. But under Murmur’s touch, it brought so many quivers and moans from Asmodeus. His pecs were so heavy, oh so heavy, but release seemed too far. Even with the Vulture’s inquisitive touch.

And lick, as the Demon seemed willing to extend a tongue, his beak, to give Asmodeus’ tenderized and needy pucker one flick, a lick, a kiss. Wet. Warm. Soft. Another whimper from Asmodeus.

“We ssssshould… Have done thisssss properly,” mumbled Eligos again, the snake acting all demure.

In this situation, he had no way to escape. Not as he was entirely naked. Here, he exposed his lean body covered with green scales growing darker along the limbs and near his groin. One groin adorned with… Well, one hell of a cock. One monster of a cock, making it a non-surprise he invested in the Lust Ring despite being a Goetic Demon. While Asmodeus was a Deadly Sin with an impressive size to boast about… Eligos was able to compete with an organ ending with a mushroom-shaped tip, all in length, going from a pure shade of black to a light green near the tip. One organ that was already throbbing and half-hard, pointing to the ground and dripping.

“WE ARE DOING THIS PROPERLY! WE ARE RETURNING THE TRUE LORD OF LUST TO OUR REALM!”

Murmur in comparison? Well, he was naked and covered with feathers. His attitude was more refined despite his shouts. But he lacked some length, compared to Eligos, with an organ covered with a bright-orange skin. But what he lost in length, he compensated it in width and… Testicles. He approached Asmodeus’ orifice with his cock first, holding the few inches he possessed tightly.

“THERE IS NO OTHER WAY, LORD ASMODEUS!”

Even if he declared it so, Asmodeus doubted it. Or would have doubted it if he was not exhausted from the constant climaxes. From the shocks, coming from either his cunt, cock, balls, prostate, or whatever, hitting him ceaselessly. From the pinching on his nipple, the scalie hand reaching for his labia, or the clambering male on his back… He was tired. Exhausted. Unable to fight. No, Asmodeus did not doubt or give any real thought to whatever Murmur said.

But he truly reacted with a cry when that absurdly wide cocktip poked at his asshole from above. Not at his cunt, mind you. His asshole opened up further, releasing a few droplets of lube right onto the Deadly Sin’s cunt. The cock was stiff and, within one movement, Murmur pressed it inward. Forward.

Asmodeus stopped. His legs stopped. His breathing turned a whistle. Then, a deep whine escaped his throat while precum poured from his erect and abandoned cock. His testicles tightened and were lifted, whether by the muscles or Eligos’ touch. But his scrotum was tight and churning and… Pumping as another shot hit the mattress. His prostate sent another white jet down. And his Tattoo glowed again, brighter. Pulsated as another inked tendril appeared, spreading the marking’s influence further and its effects deeper.

Deeper. No different than Murmur. Murmur, who had already taken up the duty of pushing another inch inside the Demon. Then a second, then a third. At a brutal pace leaving nothing to pity, the Vulture was eager to plunge deeper into his Lord’s warm and velvety asshole. Clean, clenching, squeezing, the orifice was happily holding the Demon and slowing his progress. But in so, those muscles were squeezing and massaging that wide and potent organ… Were… Amplifying whatever Asmodeus felt: pain and pleasure combined.

“THAT HOLE IS ALREADY PERFECT! COME CLOSER ELIGOS! BREED OUR LORD!”

The Snake-like Demon scratched his left arm and looked aside. Not that he was not excited or enjoying the sight. He had admired his partner’s pushing deeper to the point the Vulture’s hefty balls were almost smacking Asmodeus’ posterior.

But he was afraid, and trembling. And quivering, even as he approached, held onto his cock. He gave it a firm squeeze, reaching for the middle. And pulled on the foreskin, peeling it down and then up as precum dribbled and coated the green-colored tip. And then… He had it aligned against the orifice.

“FASTER!” encouraged Murmur, looking over his shoulder. “BREED HIM!”

“I’m… Ssssorry, my Lord. We musssst do this,” mumbled Eligos, biting his lips and… Thrusting.

Asmodeus’ teeth gnawed at the ball. His bound hands gripped the mattress. His knees locked.

His cunt was spearheaded, hit across by that long and enormous cock. The Deadly Sin huffed and whined as his cunt was not forced to open any further in width… But hit in the innermost and intimate depths by the Goetic Demon.

One moment, there was the warm cocktip at the entrance.

The second, Asmodeus sensed how deep, how profound his vulva was… And how Eligos was capable of reaching its depths, hitting his cervix in one moment before leaving it bereft of touch. And then reaching it again, shaking the Sin of Lust to his core. Another… Gush.

Asmodeus grunted, moaned, had his legs trembling. It was so painful, terrible. But it was good! It felt good! It was something he was given to experience, to enjoy, to lust for!

And he did, as his eyebrows lifted and his entire body was taken by sickly quivers. As his inner thighs were like steel. And this… This was only the beginning. Only the first climax bestowed by Eligos.

“GOOD JOB! KEEP BREEDING HIM!” encouraged Murmur, glancing down as he leaned on Asmodeus’ back and spread his arms, reaching for… Yes, those pectorals. Those nipples that had been so bereft of touch. So needy. They were… Nearly bursting. They were red and bloated, and yet pinched by Murmur, who loved them equally while he pumped his cock inside with a thrust.

Eligos did not answer. But he pulled back, imitating Murmur’s thrust. Their hips acted together but not synced, pushing back and forth with a purpose. And Asmodeus was trembling beneath.

Their cocks, wide and short, long and thin, were reaching spots unaffected by other Demons before. Toys could have, but it was something different when it was something alive, pulsating, and throbbing. When he felt that thick precum pouring deep within him. When he felt that blood flow from within as it pressed against his inner reaches.

Asmodeus bit the ball further, spitting more saliva as he could not swallow. He had resisted for so long to the Stamp’s influence. To a night of utter abuse from so many vibrators.

But he was melting as that thick cockhead was happily nudging his prostate, giving it a lovetap when it wasn’t the length itself that pressed against it. He was breaking when Eligos seemed an expert at hitting his cervix; making it burn with pain and, therefore, pleasure. He was… At the mercy of Murmur’s dastard fingers as they twisted, held, and gripped those teats to give them a deviant massage. They were sore, they were ready, he was about to cum. And he came… Again, his cunt clenched and sprayed Eligos’ groin.

“HRMPHH!” he shouted. Shouted the Lord of Lust as he was about to be overtaken and brutalized by whom he had believed to be a part of his company.

He shouted. His arms tensed. His cunt closed so tightly on the Demons’ cocks. His belly was already distended from the rummaging the two imposed, his Womb Tattoo misshapen as it grew again the moment his cervix was hit. And from the heat of that precum pouring inside him, searing, branding.

He gasped, feeling the room’s heavy air rush to his nostril… He roared.

His cunt tightened as fluids gushed all over Eligos’ cock, as the organ continued to pump and spray. Without even a break, those fluids smeared and coalesced, forming a pungent and sweet mix reaching deep within Asmodeus’ reaches, amplifying the brand’s light, and dripping all over his labia, his battered testicles, his cock, the sheets.

Nothing was left untouched as he was getting railed and then some. No, more than that… As he looked over his shoulder, he saw Murmur still lying on his back with his legs spread. Soreness and pain were all over Asmodeus’ limbs, trembling as he had to carry his weight and Murmur’s. But the chains wouldn’t free him or allow him to move. Rather, he was forced to endure as the Vulture was not done.

His cock was still hard and plummeting, still pumping, still… There. Still pressing against the Demon’s prostate, against the organ nestled further ahead, against Asmodeus’ cunt through the exterior. A sensation that should have been impossible, but through the stamp, the little and most volatile of touch was getting amplified.

Another nudge and Asmodeus grunted, his voice raising higher while saliva dribbled from his mouth. From his mouths. But he did not utter a word, he merely gasped, sighed, and took in the air before his head dropped and met with the pillows.

“Thissss… Thissss issss sssso good, my Lord! I’m ssssorry!” groaned the Demon as his mushroom-shaped tip kept hitting against Asmodeus’ cervix, battering it, trying to force its path inside. Mind-nerving, brutal, painful, playful, temptful. Asmodeus’ lust rose and rose as his cunt tightened under the assault, and more fluids gushed out without washing the semen away.

No, that semen remained and seemed to seep deeper, to progress, to infuse, to suffuse, to permeate the most private parts. Yet, Eligos did not seem satisfied as his cock kept hitting. Each time, the potent hit rocked Asmodeus’ body and Murmur’s, sending shivers through them both as the muscles clenched for one, and the cock delved back and forth for the latter.

No. Eligos was not satisfied.

Despite his demure demeanor, the Snake Demon happily gripped and planted his claws into the Deadly Sin’s plump rump. He held on until the skin stung, until the cheeks burned bright like after a fiery night. And he thrust.

Beneath them, the mattress squeaked.

In the middle, Asmodeus moaned.

Above them, Murmur groaned.

The Vulture’s voice had turned silent, his cries reduced to nothing as he was still shaking his hips and cumming. Not in an ordained way… It was closer to bouncing and following the pace Eligos imposed on everyone.

Asmodeus as he kept biting the gags and tried not to show any more weakness than this, despite his fingers tightly clenching the sheets and pulling on them.

And Eligos? His cocktip was so brutal, so bestial, it was leaving its brand on Asmodeus’ cunt. More than that, it was battering and hitting the last wall, the last door Asmodeus had not given up yet. Yet.

But the contractions were growing faster. The contractions were more intense.

Asmodeus’ body tensed, taken over by those feminine orgasms that were a whole different lot than the masculine ones. The latter of which were small, turning into little spurts staining the bed further like footnotes. But his cunt? Oh it clenched, closed, massaged, almost a rolling wave massaging Eligos whenever he tried to ram back inside. Whenever he pushed in, the Deadly Sin’s cunt pushed back and attempted to slow him down. But it only drove the Snake crazier, enough for his eyes to roll, his mouth to open, and his mind to set aflare through the heat, the rut.

In. Out. In. Out.

The entire room. No, the entirety of Asmodeus’ penthouse echoed with the sound of the clapping cheeks and abused labia. By the united grunts, moans, wheezes, winces as the breeding continued for Eligos, whose hands were nearly relinquishing control.

“DON’T! BREAK HIM!” shouted the Vulture, recovering enough of his composure to order around… before his composure broke down and he moaned, happily rutting, too, and adding more semen inside

“I’m! Sssso ssssorry! My lord! But I cannot sssstop! Thissss issss sssso good!” moaned the Snake as he continued to hit, smack… And yes, leave Asmodeus’ hips tenderized from the abuse. His legs were weak, the feathers plucked by the pinching of scales and muscles. But at the same time, the flesh was growing warmer. Especially his branded belly, but not only.

Everything was warmer as another orgasm was about to hit… Different, more potent, churning. Asmodeus’ teeth dug into the plastic, crushing, threatening it. And…

“SSSSORRY!” shouted Eligos, extending his neck upward while his legs tensed. Again he hit, but this time… Something broke. A flood, a dam, whatever.

Asmodeus trembled sickly, unable to contain the emotions, the pain, the pleasure as his cervix was forced open. His cunt was utterly ruined and claimed, and yet… Eligos continued. Continued despite Asmodeus’ head and chest dropping on the bed. For an instant, Murmur narrowly slipped only for his hands to retain him, slipping away from the Deadly Sin’s chest to come back to that strong back. To return to what ensured him to stay inside as he continued to pump.

By then, the deed was done. Asmodeus was fully done and cumming. His cunt was gushing. But Eligos was shooting back, finally in. His vulva had no chance to resist… And now, it was his womb that was branded by the Goetic Demon’s seed, burning and etching it with its presence.

Asmodeus’ belly ached and trembled as he felt the Womb Tattoo finally and definitely taking root inside him, ensuring that he would be impregnated and definitely… Cursed. He knew it… As much as he knew about the feast of swimmers swarming his innermost reaches and cursing them with a spawn. A spawn he would have to bear as he groaned, moaned, too weak and bound to resist.

Even when the two Goetic Demons were slipping away, especially Eligos, who pulled back after a few final thrusts to make the cum churn, he barely reacted. His ass was up and lifted, no longer on proper all-fours.

His cunt had been split open, and the orifice gaped obscenely, no longer retaining any of the fluids that had been poured inside. Watching and admiring Eligos’ work was possible by glancing at the perfectly round and abused entrance, even to stroke it. A work no less equivalent to Murmur’s whose shaft had left such a cratered asshole. Two results, two ends… And yet, the Demons were looking at it with… Frustration.

“HE IS NOT WILLING!”

“I did my besssst! I… I cannot do much more!” replied Eligos to Murmur, gripping a tissue to wipe his cock. However, he would need more than that when his chest, too, had been covered with juices.

The two were a mess, utterly coated, and none seemed so pleased by the result. Asmodeus remained drooling and moaning, his head pressed on the pillows as if they could provide solace.

“WE MUST USE THEM!”

“The… Beasssstssss? We’re… We cannot let them ssssoil our Lord!” said Eligos, taking out another tissue to wipe his balls.

“YES! WE MUST UNLEASH THE HELLHOUNDS! THIS IS WHY WE HAVE THE PHEROMONES!”

For a moment, Eligos looked away. His lips contorted as he looked at the ground, no less disgusting. And then at Asmodeus. At his Lord, whose belly had bloated so much, he was looking positively pregnant already. The Tattoo had already spread to his entire belly, leaving no place untouched by its touch. The Deadly sin wheezed, and… Growled.

“You… Will regret this.” is what he would have said.

Eligos bit his lips and looked at the Vulture, then nodded. And extended his hands to receive the small flask it was fished from their stack of clothes.

The vial was purple and already possessed a strong scent, more bestial than anything. To the Snake’s nose, it wrought and brought pain as smelling it was like inhaling pure sulfur. But he ignored it as he uncorked the vial while approaching Asmodeus from behind.

“We’re doing thissss for your own good, my Lord!” claimed the Snake, his tongue swirling as he listened to the Deadly Sin’s pathetic groan. And then poured the vial.

Just like told before, Eligos poured the liquid inside Asmodeus’ holes. At first, it was the asshole, and the natural gape made it easy to pour it inside, to let it mix and pool with the semen already inside. The strong sulfuric scent escaped and brought a tear to the Demon’s eyes. But he endured and made more efforts not to smear the liquid over his hand as he spread Asmodeus’ labia and placed the vial against the entrance.

Right away, Asmodeus reacted by extending his neck and shouting. Muffled cries and roaring

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” he finally cried when Eligos removed the three ball gags, one by one. Asmodeus felt the poison’s sting, of that liquid right inside his holes. A liquid so vile, so perverted, you’d only find it in the recesses of the Gluttony ring.

A product made so the Beasts would be inclined to breed and produce more…. Breed more… Hellhounds. The lesser beings among the Demons. And Asmodeus felt its sting in his orifice, no different than one of those worthless and hound-addicted deviants who abused them in his ring.

He had thought the product illegal, but no. It was there and happily churning in his ass and cunt until they released that perfume that could only entice the hounds.

“DON’T YOU DA-”

[I]AWOOO!

[/I]The sound. That sound. Never had Asmodeus expected to hear it close to him. Nevertheless, in his penthouse. But as he looked over his shoulders, he saw Murmur enter the room holding the leash to a gaggle of hellhounds. At least a dozen that were fighting against the muzzles and leashes while pointing their noses at him.

Feral, they were on all fours and stripped of their clothes. More than that, the stench of sexual needs was strong from them. So strong, it made him scowl.

“Have you… No shame?” he asked, heaving like a beast of burden.

“SHAME IS A PART OF LUST! YOU SHOULD KNOW THIS! EVERYTHING IS LUST!” shouted Murmur as he reached for each muzzle he removed, his fingers moving fast and the Hounds barely resisting before they rushed.

Scampering and without waiting for orders, they ran toward Asmodeus they sniffed, their nostrils and irises dilated from the drug permeating and overtaking the scent of sex. Well, except as those hounds were getting erect and their cocks were pushing from their sheaths.

“AWOOOO!” started one. Followed by a second, howling like beasts and their tails wagging while they rushed to get a huff of Asmodeus’ belly, arms, legs, asshole. Even one had his cold nose pressed against the Demon’s ruined asshole, pressing against it until the orifice started to spread apart and cum splashed the hound’s face.

But rather than whining and pulling back, the Beast’s used his wide tongue to lap and lick the Demon’s gaping asshole. He licked it, passed the tongue over the ruined rim, licking the wrinkled orifice, and then passed the tongue inside to collect one gulp of that salty semen. A gulp, then another, as the Hound swallowed them, without even thinking twice.

“urgh… B-Beasts,” growled Asmodeus, being licked and teased by something lesser. Something that was as… The runt of Demonkind. The lowest. And yet, it felt good.

It was good enough for him to feel his groin heat up and his cunt clench on another tongue. To have his body stirring back and his soreness dissipating under the Canine’s ministrations.

“Let- Let me!”

“I’m ssssorry. But thissss will ssssurely fix you, my Lord!”

“IT WILL! IF NOT! WE WILL USE EVERY IMP AVAILABLE!”

“Don’t you da-HRMPh!”

Stopped in his threat, Asmodeus looked down with one eye closed. He observed the Hound, whose toothy mouth had found the way to Asmodeus’ nipples. Through pushing and lifting, the Beast had managed to wrap his mouth against the needy teat. His pectorals were so swollen that the muzzle was even capable of squeezing it. And it squeezed, as much as those teeth gnawed and bit… Joined by another Hound going for the right nipple.

And they were not alone.

With their tails wagging, the hounds were rushing to Asmodeus. Some were merely rubbing their nose to the Deadly Sin’s swollen belly, pushing against it as the cum churned and sloshed within. More were going for the Demon’s bound arms and snarled at the chains, gnawing at them before giving up. And some went over the Demon’s faces. Three… Three had gone for Asmodeus’ heads and were licking them, their wide tongue dancing over the feathered central face until was entirely coated. And more than that, Asmodeus was left coughing and spitting the saliva that dripped inside his lips.

“Get them off! Get them off me!” shouted the Demon, between his coughs and before one of the Hounds rushed to press his muzzle against his mouth, forcing him into a kiss.

A forceful, brutal kiss that left Asmodeus unable to utter anything more. He could have been speaking and moaning, but the sound that resulted was a gargle as the other hounds were going for his other faces, their tails wagging as they were oh-so-excited.

They were a wave, a group of furry and lustful hounds fighting and pushing against Asmodeus’ body. They rocked his body and the bed, fought as one. Their leader managed to gain the spot between Asmodeus’ legs, his cock hard-pressed against his outstretched cunt.

And… Well, more were going either for Asmodeus’ cheeks, two even fighting and snarling as their tapered cocks were nudging his asshole. And a few were even going under Asmodeus’ cock, lapping his semen and sometimes offering his cock a lick of affection.

It was… Well, above the shame and the anger he felt at being bound and abused, it was enjoyable. Relatively. He was unable to utter anything or order, his mouth overtaken by one tongue then the other.

He could not order the two fighting over his ass to cut it out and go one by one, or for the Hellhound to stop rubbing his stiff prick against his cunt. He could not… Why was he thinking of letting such Beasts abuse him?

The thought hit him. But then, it vanished as one lick on his clitoris, nestled between his labia, elicited a gargling moan. The lick became brutal, grazing the taint and the Deadly Sin’s swollen testicles and half-hard cock. One lick as brutal as the massive red cock the Leader sported and pushed within the Deadly Sin’s cunt, claiming it.

Under the assault, the orifice clenched and tightened. It tried to hold onto the red and drippy cock as it took the same path, as Eligos had taken before. But without the same length and with more width, it was a whole different abuse Asmodeus sensed as his sensitive walls were squeezed apart, pressing on his prostate from inside… And outside as the two fighting Hounds had settled their scores and were going together inside him, using their Leader as leverage.

It looked more like a pile of bodies at that point.

But Asmodeus could not care. Could not care at all when another feminine orgasm hit him, his pussy holding the Leader like an iron grip. A grip easily undone when the Beast was starting to pummel Asmodeus’ guts.

“IT IS WORKING!”

Asmodeus frowned, interrupted by the shouting voice. But his mouth remained stuffed even when one hound took his breath. Whenever one pulled away, it was to have another slip inside and stuff his mouth, forcing him to swallow that thick saliva like a vulgar whore.

He did. He swallowed it, unable to push free as the Beasts continued to pile up on him. On his cock they keep licking and kissing, likewise to his fat testicles. They went over his ass, sniffing and pressing their cold noses against the battered and burning cheeks. The belly was no bereft of touch as it was licked and attended to, the mutts incapable of judging the severity of the curse on those taut guts.

And… Well, there was… The nipples.

The nipples, they continued to lick and tease, and gnaw. They were brutal, they were eager. And above that, they were relentless enough for the nipples to spark afire. They were heating up under the assault, and after only a few minutes, Asmodeus felt his chest was about to burst.

More than before, way more than anything else.

Enough for the pain in his limbs to be utterly replaced… He gargled, gasped. His brows dropped as his countenance broke up under the assault. His cunt was split open, and the Leader’s knot was barely one inch away, battering his entrance despite the two hounds above fully delving into the Deadly Sin’s asshole.

His cock was hard and pumping, and shooting, and spewing. So much cum continued to drip out, likewise to his cunt, adding to the pool forming beside the bed… Besides the clothes, the used toys.

Everything the Deadly sin felt was such a blanketing sensation of pain and satisfaction melding together, melding and melting as his chest was about to burst and…

The bed creaked beneath.

The sheets were in tatters…

The beasts were fighting, kissing, mingling while their hard knots were pressuring his asshole.

The world itself was the scent of sex and musky perfume coming from them.

The Deadly Sin was bliss.

Release.

His muffled cry echoed within the penthouse as his mouth was finally released, and he cried. He cried his lungs out. He tensed his legs to the point of them growing wobbly and weak.

And he cried as his nipples were finally releasing that load, spraying the Hounds’ mouth with that sweet demonic milk. A potent spray hit them across the face as they yelped and growled, but soon took gulps after gulps of that sweet ambrosia, soon joined by more as they rushed to get their fair shares.

Shares of milk, of cum, of his cunt’s juice. Asmodeus was thoroughly milked by the Hellhound pack, watched over by the Goetic Demon.

“Issss… ISsss thissss good, my Lord?” mumbled Eligos, one of his cum stained tissue over his nose.

“NONSENSE! HE IS ENJOYING IT!”

Is this good? What stupid question that was?

Asmodeus was brimming with bliss, joy. His hard cock was spraying like a faucet. And his nipples? They were released from the pressure, the tension. All the pain, the weight, the humiliation. It almost felt worth it as he was nursing the beasts. It almost felt everything, every pleasure he had experienced before, a detail. Just a note in a symphony of delight that was his raped cunt, his double-tagged asshole… His spit-covered face.

Asmodeus’ mouth opened as he was about to reply, to bark at them, to tell them to fuck off, to no longer be there. But no…

“Ozzie! I’m back! What’s the deal with that vacation without me?”

Asmodeus shouted, his mane flaring for a second as he came. Not as a male… But as a female in heat, mounted by the Leader… Knotted by the Leader, whose cock was firmly lodged. It was good, it felt good. And it was everything he desired. His cunt had been cratered and claimed, his asshole stuffed, his belly inflated, his breasts emptied..

But as the Hounds licked his face and he shouted his love for being abused, taken, ruined… His eyes drifted to an Imp slipping inside the bedroom.

“KEEP THEM COMING! KEEP THEM FUCKING ME! I WANT IT! RIDE THE SIN OF LUST UNTIL DAWN!”

To Heaven with his regrets and fears! To Heaven with his hopes of being in a monogamous and loving relationship! Bliss! That was what he was granted and would embrace as long as he could.

He would surely punish the two for their crimes… But before that, and after, he would enjoy those hounds and whatever studs he might find in Hell’s seven circles!