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There was always an anomaly. Remy’s tests and calculations were nothing if not meticulous. Yet the more he poured over his scrolls and tomes, the more he couldn’t deny it. There was something [i]off[/i], something he could never fully account for, something that made the same experiments have different results. Was it all a matter of a clumsy rounding error he made some years ago that had taken years to show its true results? Or was it a rift, a tear in the very space-time into which he so often gazed?

There were a number of explanations for such a gap in his understanding. A misfired spell by some ancient mage rippling through the realms of possibility, perhaps. A calamity in some parallel universe reaching its tendrils out to touch his own was plausible too. It wasn’t the kind of thing he could ignore any longer. There was no going on with his daily studies without figuring it out, lest all his discoveries prove pointless. The crow wizard collected his materials, brewed himself a simple potion just to get his energy up, and knelt before the circle. It was time to reach out and touch the face of that mystery void.

All the proper wards were in place, of course. Every sort of arcane shield conceivable was active whenever Remy was working, and he always made sure to check on them whenever they needed maintenance. Which was very recently. Though maybe he ought to be sure, he thought to himself. Learning to trust himself was an important part of his arcane studies, but the notion ate away at him the more he let it linger, until eventually he was up on his feet again.

His robe ruffled as he swiftly made his way around his private study, located up the slightly crooked staircase in that old, creaky manor. The place had seen better days, but he had more important things to worry about. Like [i]everything[/i]. A thorough pass over the many active enchantments all around him helped quell that inner anxiety. At least a little. His heart rate wouldn’t quite settle, though he could chalk that up to a side effect of his potion, rather than the barely suppressed terror of dealing with the utterly unknown.

It was a painstaking process, but Remy had to be sure he didn’t make a single mistake. Even opening a tiny channel, a thin line of communication into something he couldn’t categorize was dangerous enough. He needed to be ready to [i]react[/i] if the wards somehow failed. Even if he’d checked them. Even if they were redundant by that point. Opening the great maw of a black hole in the middle of his library wasn’t ideal. His heart was going a little faster still when he began to cast.

Speaking the words and drawing the signs in the air allowed him to slowly part the veil before him, as if drawing a curtain of reality aside to see what lay backstage. He saw it. A shifting mass danced before him, its form inscrutable even to him. For all his knowledge, he didn’t know what he was looking at. There were colours, shapes, even sounds peering back at him through that slit in the air, though that portal to the unknown. He observed, carefully, eyes darting this way and that, until a mix of overwhelming curiosity and fear alike left him with an urge unlike any other. He leaned in closer.

The anomaly moved. It always did, but somehow [i]more[/i]. Remy saw it shift suddenly as if noticing him, but he didn’t have a chance to cut off the connection before something [i]emerged[/i]. It shot forth slick and dripping with slime, plunging straight into his open beak to silence any counterspell he might have uttered. He found himself paralyzed in an instant by the slippery appendage wriggling down his throat, choking on it at the same time as finding it strangely pleasant. There was a taste to it he couldn’t define, nor could he deny the effects it had on him. An aphrodisiac from beyond was the last thing a cautious wizard like him was ever meant to experience. It was worthy of shock and consideration alike.

“[i]Hmmf! Mmmm[/i] ...”

When he could control his body again, Remy began scrambling back, trying to pull away from the thing pumping in and out of his throat. By the way it so lasciviously pumped up and down, leaking all the more of those debilitating juices into his body, it almost seemed alive, even thinking. That wasn’t possible. If the anomaly was a [i]being[/i], Remy would have noticed it sooner. It [i]had[/i] to be the case, because that was how the universe worked. The crow’s world was one in which such conscious entities couldn’t come through like that. Nor could they open rifts of their own - but that was precisely what began to happen.

Another tentacle leapt forth, drenched with its lust-inducing slime, and another. Each of them pushed through the very air before the bird, as if tearing through reality itself. He was still struggling and choking on the first one, still trying to deny the pleasure that came with the way it massaged his gullet. He couldn’t pry it free. Nor could he bite it. His beak was always so soft and smooth, useful for pleasing his friends, useless for defending himself. The terror was creeping in. Surely one of his wards should have banished the invading creature by then. Surely everything was in place, and he hadn’t made a fatal mistake. Nothing made sense anymore.

The argument for the consciousness of whatever was on the other side was all the stronger when it began to bind him by the wrists and ankles, and suspend him in the air. Remy dangled there, fighting to cast even a single spell by will alone. He couldn’t speak the words of anything that required it, but there was plenty more magic in his body to manifest. His bloodline failed him every passing moment. As did his concentration. The tentacles were dancing over his body, touching and tickling him, rubbing him from all ankles, pressing deeply into his muscles. It was powerful, and it was precise, whatever it was on the other side. And it was stripping him naked.

The robe was easy to remove, especially with so many nimble appendages working on him at once. As was everything he had underneath. He hadn’t even thought to wear the cute underwear that night, convinced he would have no interruptions. It was a silly thing to dwell on in the face of utter horror, but it crossed his mind nonetheless. The tentacles’ intent were nothing if not lecherous. As soon as that shiny crow rump was on full display, one wound up and smacked his ass hard with a whiplike crack.

“[i]Glllk ... ghh![/i]”

The [i]gwah[/i] of shock that wanted to escape couldn’t get past the thing in his throat. He couldn’t deny it was actively [i]fucking[/i] him at that point. The way it slithered up and down, in and out, stroking and violating his body with every inch of its flexible length was immensely carnal. Remy couldn’t enjoy it in that state, no matter how good it tasted, no matter how smooth and slick it was. Another one found its spot beneath his tail feathers, while two more harshly tugged his legs to spread them apart and expose him to the whims of [i]whatever[/i] it was.

Perhaps he had been in denial all this time. All of Remy’s precautions, all of his careful preparation was nothing but a ritual to stave off the insidious sense that someday, [i]something[/i] would get through, and there was nothing he could do about it. It toyed with his semi-stiff cock even as he shivered his way through an existential crisis. There was still so much he didn’t know about death itself. He could feel fate yawning like a maw before him, even as a tentacle pressed firmly enough to his cute shaft to [i]schlorp[/i] and envelop it, latching on to suck on it like a milking machine, with all the suction and pressure he could possibly withstand. And then a little more.

It sucked him while it fucked him, pushing between his cheeks to wetly penetrate his backside. Spitroasted by the unknown, getting violated by something he didn’t even fully understand, Remy managed a few small sparks from his fingertips when he clawed at the one grinding inside his beak. It never amounted to a full spell. Something was holding it back, as if he’d simply been drained of all his power as surely as he was getting drained of all his cum. He wasn’t going to last long with that marvellous [i]schlip schlop[/i] of sucking coming from the fat tentacle sucking his dick like a leech.

Squishy, slimy sex was Remy’s whole reality. He writhed in the clutches of a monster, a horror, a [i]something[/i] that seemed to have no purpose other than violating him. It wasn’t even clear if it was getting any pleasure out of it. The crow certainly was, fear aside. It was all being forced onto him, overwhelming his small body until he was trembling. A few muffled croaks escaped between the slurping of the tentacle stuffing his throat full. He could hardly breathe. Slowly drowning, immersed in pleasure, he went rigid all over as if experiencing some catastrophic medical event. Instead, he just came.

“[i]Nnnnnh ... nooo ...[/i]”

Such a cumshot it was, too. The tentacle never stopped sucking, letting it all pour out and run up its translucent length to disappear into one of those portals. The others fucked him the entire time, stiffening, [i]engorging[/i] with pressure. Remy could feel the juices pouring down his throat, of flowing into his backside. It was all just a warning. More was coming. Everything the entity milked out of him, it gave back ten times over. He felt the warmth hit him all at once. It wasn’t even a process of swallowing it when it all shot straight into his belly at once.

Instead, he was left simply to swell with it, to grow heavy and bloated with far more cum than he’d ever seen at once. It filled him and stretched him in terrible ways, until his panic swelled up at the thought he was going to simply pop. Whatever consciousness controlled those many writhing things, it knew where his limit was, at least. Instead, it pulled abruptly out of him to leave him gape and choke, leaking seed while it jizzed the rest all over him. Several more of those phallic things joined in to paint the black bird down in pure white, soaking through his feathers and skin until he swore his very soul was tainted with that touch, perhaps forever corrupted. He didn’t need vision to know he was going to smell like eldritch spunk for the foreseeable future after a cum bath like that.

Barely able to breathe, much less speak, Remy found himself crawling through cum just to put some distance between himself and the unidentified attacker once his limbs were finally free. That the entity released him from its clutches so freely almost made the situation seem worse. He felt so weak. Exhausted by the strain of swallowing and holding all that cum, still catching his breath, numb and tingly after an orgasm like that - there were plenty of reasons for it, but it was worse than that. He could barely even pull his beak off the floor, slipping and smearing it in cum with the effort. Only when the ambient light of the room turned from a calming, arcane blue-green to a threatening red did he manage to look up.

It was just in time to see her. She ripped the fabric further, stepping through from one reality to another as effortlessly as parting a curtain. Her grin was as broad as her eyes were dark with malice. Their haunting crimson glow didn’t so much illuminate the room as they sucked away the light and bathed everything in blood-tinged shadows. Her fangs were many. Her fur shone like starlight with its silver tones, each black stripe a new passage to the void. She slowly reeled her many tentacles back into her body, as if they were never there. Remy understood he was looking at a hyena, and yet everything about her presence, about her maddeningly threatening aura spoke of so much more. And less, too.

“Impossible ... “ he murmured when his voice came back to him, suddenly returned as if gifted by her terrifying benevolence. “It was just a tiny tear. You can’t be here. That can’t be ...”

His babbling inspired exactly what he was afraid of. Stepping her last paw the passage between worlds, the hyena planted herself and leaned in close to the falling bird. Her laughter started as a shudder, a snicker, a strike of a match that broke out into the blaze of hysteria he couldn’t bear to hear. With what strength he had, he clutched at his head and shut his eyes tightly to keep from going immediately insane. It wasn’t all that effective. Even when she allowed silence to fall once more, he could still hear the echo of it in his skull. She mocked him from within every moment she stood in his presence.

“Ohh, Remy. My universal toy. You always say the same things. When will you learn to accept what cannot be is the only thing that ever happens?”

She crouched down over him, towering from his perspective. His gaze was overtaken by a glimpse of her naked balls swinging with every movement, and the plump sheath resting atop that set. He couldn’t help staring. She eventually curled a finger under his beak to tilt his head up towards her, speaking in a sultry whisper.

“Have you remembered my name yet?”

He didn’t dare blink, didn’t dare look her in the eye, didn’t dare turn away. His eyes quivered with the rest of him as he [i]felt[/i] her. The unholy aura emanating off of her confirmed so very much he’d always wondered. She answered so many questions simply by [i]being[/i], in the worst of ways. Though there still remained one thing he didn’t understand. He knew they’d never met before. Even if she’d been disguised, he would have sensed a power like hers. Yet the question remained, ringing through his head, until he put the pieces together and came to the most harrowing realization of all.

“No. No no no no. No please, no, not you, not now ... “

With strength suddenly renewed, he was free to rise and scramble away from her as quickly as he could. She didn’t pursue him. Not yet. Remy’s feet were far too shaky to stand, so he scooted away, covered in cum, eyes wide with white hot terror beyond simply that of death. She was so much more than that. He occasionally squawked with fright while he babbled and bargained, as if he might somehow talk his way out of the moment.

“It can’t be real. It can’t be [i]you[/i]. This has to be a trick. A side effect. Maybe I mixed that potion wrong. Or a dream, made more intense by magical interference. Please, it can’t ...”

“Look outside your window, Remy.” Shirazi’s voice was surprisingly soft as she observed him. He knew her name. “Will you see the silent streets you recall, or will there simply be a blur, a semblance of what there’s supposed to be, never described in full?”

“Lies ... lies ... “ Remy tried to be defiant, tried to puff his chest out and remember he was a powerful mage capable of at least defending himself, but it all quickly devolved into incoherent muttering. “Ever smiling the fate-bringer ... foreseen by a thousand eyes ... “

Shirazi giggled. She made her approach, slowly, lurching about, as if threatening to reveal her full nature at any moment. Instead, she simply stood over his cowering form.

“You’re starting to sound like me. It’s a scary time for everyone when I’m the most coherent person in the room. Now!” She suddenly barked a command like a harsh instructor. “Up! You’ve had all the time you needed to cry about it. Face me. Learn how it ends.”

He wasn’t difficult to push around, if he had his defenses down. The ritual had already been fatiguing, but when she put her hands on his shoulders, he couldn’t remember a single spell. Perhaps he’d never known magic. Perhaps he’d been a lunatic, alone with his delusions in the crumbling estate of his disgraced family line. It didn’t matter. He scrambled and even tried to scratch at her to get away, with what little strength he had. She didn’t so much as bother to try to stop him. He wasn’t going to hurt her.

Shirazi took her time breathing him in. She sniffed at his collarbone, then gave a little lick. Most of what she tasted was probably her own, given how drenched he still was. Her teeth were ever so close to him. So much so he paid no mind to her tongue, and all the bends and twists it took to tease him and clean him up ever so slightly. He got a whole lot more of it when she lunged for him, suppressing the cry from his beak by locking her whole mouth around it, burying him in her humid breath and forcing her tongue across his own, then straight down his throat.

He felt it wriggle and curve like a tentacle of its own. She slurped him from every angle, tickling him internally, forcing him all the firmer up against a bookshelf in the process of assaulting him. Even after all she’d already done to him, something about that slobbery kiss felt the most violating of all. She was taking so much from him already, and in return she gave him plenty of saliva to swallow. There was something sweet about it, something that encouraged him to forget all about his struggle and submit to her. Sensing that only made him panic more. She was trying to break him.

Her tongue was shockingly deep inside of him, pushing back and forth as if fucking him before she finally began to pull it back out. Reeling it all into her jaws once more took time. He shuddered with every inch he felt lapping at his throat in reverse, sputtering when she broke the kiss with a playful [i]mwah[/i]. His cheeks were blazing. She wasn’t hurting him, but she was humiliating him all the same, and some shameful part of him loved it all. To be handled and mistreated by something so much more powerful than him, something he had no hope of resisting - that was the kind of thing that got him twitching again, firming up for her without even needing to be commanded.

“The earliest bird and he deserves so much. Will he give me all the gwahs I crave while I drown him in my scent? Will he lap it up like the goodest birdy not for the threat, but for the pleasure of worshipping the flesh he will join? I know there is something buried beneath the discipline. One who wishes only to [i]belong.[/i]”

“No!” he managed to cry, finding a well of strength as she stared down at his frightened face. “This is a dream. A vision. It can’t be happening. I did everything right. I didn’t make a mistake.”

“So you didn’t.” She beamed, clacking her teeth together in his face. “It doesn’t matter. I walk where I walk. I follow the words that guide me. Another tale might have told of my protection. But that doesn’t matter now. Their urges have ordered the sinister side.”

The dawning horror didn’t have time to truly take root. Remy’s eyes opened wider and wider. His beak gaped, but no sound escaped. All was drowned out by the hyena’s laughter, and then muffled by her tits. She shoved herself against Remy and immersed him from beak to cheeks in the cushioned fluff of her bust. He was swiftly nestled deep and squeezed from both sides when she squished her breasts together around his head, rubbing them over his feathers, painting him in a slightly sweaty scent. As much as he knew every breath was dangerous, he couldn’t help but rapidly gasp as the realization poured over him and the sensations overwhelmed him.

Swallowing her demonic musk had a way of calming him for a moment, only for his anxiety to spike once more when reality rushed back to him. He wasn’t about to fall under her hypnotic spell, no matter how sinful she smelled. Though once he started huffing her, he simply couldn’t stop. His body wouldn’t obey him. It [i]needed[/i] her. The rich essence he swallowed from her cleavage, sniffed down by his enchanted senses, was sustaining him. He feared he might die without it.

There was no other air to breathe. Only her. He was simultaneously suffocating and thriving. Or maybe it just felt like that, and he was already dying, buried in demon tits, getting his legged crudely humped the entire time. It didn’t take long for Shirazi’s sheath to start filling out. The [i]thud[/i] of her firming tip tapping against his thigh was an intimidating one. He could feel the [i]weight[/i] of that thick club, even if he couldn’t get a chance to gaze down and take in the full extent of it yet. She was still busy rubbing his breasts all over his head, staking her claim on his body with all the scent her rising perspiration carried.

He smelled thickly of the demoness when she finally let him free. When the need for real air became suddenly more apparent, he found himself gasping as if half-drowned, choking and coughing between desperate sucks of breath. She’d left him utterly marked, stained in her smell, a fresh coat of demon hyena atop the first. It made his cock hard, against his will. He couldn’t calm it even if he concentrated, and he couldn’t focus on anything at all by then. All Remy could do was wheeze and whimper, awaiting whatever was next.

“Do you fear the inevitable, Remy? I’m here to answer every question you’ve ever asked. As good as your god, and so much more benevolent than that empty throne.”

A little squirm of her hips let her get that big fat demon cock up between his legs, and slap it against his belly. She pinned his own much smaller shaft against him with that thick, shiny, black, veiny dick and held him there for a time. Grinding, sliding, spurting prejizz all over him in gratuitous qualities, from his chest to his beak to his head, she gave those shuddering snickers that sounded almost distorted or reversed. It was the sound of nightmares, like a corrupted video.

“You can scream inside yourself all you like. I shall feast on every one of them.”

She flashed her teeth again, and Remy found himself meekly shrinking away from her jaws, slumping, submitting. If she wanted to devour him on the spot, there was nothing he could do about it. In all his scattered visions of her coming, he never quite managed to learn the ending. He wasn’t even sure she was going to [i]kill[/i] him, exactly. There were probably worse things to be dreamed up in that twisted mind of hers.

Shrinking away from her so deeply like that, he ended up sinking all the way to the floor. She looked down at him, looming, dripping, drooling. There were so many ways to harm him from such a dominant position. Instead, she reached out, and plucked him up again, grasping him by the shoulders.

“That won’t do at all. Have some dignity, little wizard. It’s best to squirm somewhere comfortable. Which way to your bedroom?” She barked with laughter in his face at that. “No need to answer that. I know precisely the place after all the [i]watching.[/i]”

It was impossible to say how true that was. He often grappled with dread before sleep, or thrashed his way through night terrors, but those weren’t necessarily her fault. She tucked him under her arm like a football and took charge, delivering him from his library and study and down the creaking stairs of the old manor. She stopped along the way to point at some of the crooked, faded portraits of severe-looking crows on the wall. Her grin was pure devilish glee.

“I remember that one. And that one. None of them put up much of a fight either. You’ll join them soon.”

There wasn’t much to be done from such a position. He was pinned against the side of her bust, cradled in the warmth of her underarm. Sometimes he gave another struggle or a kick, and she didn’t so much as acknowledge them. She was humming to herself by the time they arrived in his bedchambers. The many locks on the door rattled as she swung it wide open. From there, she had a straight shot to the bed. She didn’t bother to carry him any farther. With one arm, she easily flung him across the room, leaving him to flail and crash down to the mattress in a tangle of his own limbs, unable to slow his descent in the slightest with the flight-worthy plumage on his arms.

“Such a majestic soaring creature. But I’m sorry to say you’ve been [i]grounded[/i], naughty young man.”

Her playful words did little to lessen the effect of her madness-inducing aura. Remy found himself crippled by her presence as much as her touch. Her scent was still thick in his senses. He ended up sprawled out, staring upwards at her inverted form, head tilted back, beak open but silent. Neither capable of catching his breath nor getting his damn dick to calm down, he awaited her wicked initiative, every bit as helpless as he began, but so much more fatigued. Shirazi took her time sauntering over.

“And such a sexy beast of a bird-pillow you are. Raging with lust. The urge to submit burns bright. You [i]know[/i] how much stronger I am. Every moment of life I gave you is my own little mercy. You’re just too much fun to make a murder of crows too quickly.”

She made good on calling him a pillow when she crawled across him, breathing hotly down his chest, drooling over his dick for a few moments before finding her spot. No matter how stiff he was, he still flinched away from the attention. He’d seen how sharp those teeth were. Still, he couldn’t help a yelp of frightened pleasure when she cupped his balls and rolled them over her fingers a few times. It was little more than a diversion before the main event, which was getting her thick, striped rump nestled down snugly right atop his beak.

Remy was already painted in her musk, but soon he was all the more acquainted with her sweat when she settled down and spread that dark black rim over his beak all at once. She engulfed him as she sat on him, putting enough weight on his head that he sank deeply into the bed, all but planted like a stake until she pushed his lower half back down with her feet. Two big, soft hyena paws pressing against his thighs helped flatten him back out, though the position just put even more pressure on his face. Disappearing inside of her was a possibility at that point, though she focused mainly on just riding him and toying with him.

Sensitive and overstimulated, even the smallest touch to his cock with the squishy, smooth black pads of those paws was enough to make him moan out loud. There was no denying or suppressing the sound. It spilled out of him, muffled by all the striped ass on his face. He curled his toes and dug his fingers into her hips and thighs, trying to pry her off of him while he struggled to deal with the pleasure she forced upon him. She didn’t budge. Instead, she took to luxuriantly grinding on his beak, slowly sliding it in and out of her and from side to side, taking its surface for her toy. Her reward was that continued cock massage with the softest paws he’d ever felt, until he was trembling and leaking precum all over her toes.

“Go on. Do it. Do it, Remy. Make a mess for your life’s mistress. I own everything you could ever be. I want you to cum. I want you to cum all over your personal demon.”

With a buck of her hips to bash down on him, squeezing those plump cheeks all around his head, Shirazi cackled harshly and got her other paw working on him. Pressing a pad against his balls and a heel against his taint to broadly stimulate his prostate from the outside ensured the crow was leaking as much as he could. Even willing himself to calm down, to keep the pleasure down, to not [i]enjoy[/i] it too much wasn’t working. She forced that ecstasy into his body until he had no choice but to submit to her whims, cock trembling, lungs aching, brain sweltering in the constant sauna dose of hyena heat and musk alike.

Drenched in the sweat of her silver ass, arching his back mid-suffocation, body heaving and pumping with the effort, aching with the need for release. It wasn’t an exaggeration to say he needed to cum or he was going to die. Either from the strain, or from the punishment of a displeased demon. He gave in. The silky touch of squishy hyena pawpads would have been a test even for the most disciplined, the most chaste. They dragged up and down his dick, granting him all their textures until he simply erupted. The cum shot straight up into the air and came cascading down over everything he could reach. She made sure he was extra productive, with her presence alone.

His desperate gasps beneath her tail didn’t grant him much in the way of air, leaving him gripping her hips all the tighter while she squished her ass down hard on his beak all through his cumshot. He splashed his spunk over his own belly, over the looming cock of his assailant, and even as far as her belly and breasts. She lashed her tongue out to lap it up from the air before it could all fall. Plenty more ended up all over her paws for her to squish between her toes in pleasured flexes and curls, vibrating with giggles the entire time.

She clenched on his beak with equal excitement until his [i]mmfs[/i] rose in intensity, and then began to fade again. Whatever the limit might have been, she made sure to sit a little longer. He glimpsed some vague semblance of the other side for how long she spent between her striped cheeks, but mostly he just huffed her musk until he was dumb with it. His name was lost to him by the time she rose from her throne and peeled herself from his face, leaving him with a sheen of sweat to wear along with all the rest of her soul-marking scent. He didn’t even gasp when he was free to breathe again, he merely shuddered, sounding like he was half-asleep with those deep, rhythmic huffs. His eyes weren’t moving, seeing little more than colours, all hellfire red and polished silver. Soon it was all black, black, black when she overtook his perception with the thump of her dick to his face.

“You never knew the truth until now, but your gullet will hold so much more than you’d ever imagined.”

She set to proving it by snatching the bird by the hair. The tug along was enough to make him open his beak, kneeling before her, squawking and faintly attempting to knock her hands away. He didn’t have the strength to give more than that feeble effort. Her fingers were already digging deeply into his locks anyway, latching on and tugging him to the top of a shiny spire so thick he could hardly gasp around its girth. Attempting what she clearly wanted of him was likely to destroy him, if not at least injure him. Yet that heat, and that taste had a way of making him believe it was possible. He was going to have to start believing a whole lot faster when she snatched him hard and shoved forth to jam her cock where she needed it.

A stifled [i]hmmf[/i] of alarm and panic was soon all the more muffled when she forced him to taste it, to suck it, to swallow it all at once. Shirazi kept going, kept forcing it down his throat no matter how much he choked. It was less than he thought he would. Even the constant spurt of juices straight down into his belly didn’t phase him too much. He swallowed as best he could, even as he felt his eyes starting to roll back and his arms going slack at his sides. When his hands reached his hips, he found them oddly stuck there, as if suddenly glued, unable to tug away with the limited strength he had left.

Similar too was the sensation of her cock pushing in and out of his stretched, bulging throat. What started as a strain was growing more comfortable, until his whole body started to feel a pleasure he assumed would be reserved for her in such a situation. When she ran her hands down his body, wrapped her fingers around the bulge of her cock in his chest to stroke it from the outside, he could feel every throb as if it was his own, could feel the juices pumping into his body leaking from his own shaft as if flowing right through him, shooting out harder a full cumshot, at least for him. For a moment at least, he was [i]fused[/i] with that ultra juicy hyena cock. Shirazi gave a shuddering moan and sang her words at the feeling of it all.

“Ohhh, so close, so easy ... to take you and keep you right this moment would be a dream. But I am a creature of the edge. A little longer, to make the sweet, shared release all the more spectacular, to fill it up with what you used to be, and all the tension you’ve milked from me ...”

She picked him up in both hands, using him as a sleeve, or merely jerking off her own shaft with his body wrapped around it. The more she did, the more he felt himself falling into her, joining her as if melting. His open beak briefly joined with the potently scented fluff of her crotch, the shape of his shoulders sank into her nuts to give them yet more heft, to make that set of demon balls all the plumper. His mind was starting to blank the more she replaced his thoughts with hyena cock, but they blinked back to coherence when she pulled him back once more.

The process of separating from her was as frightful as joining her. He felt torn away, not in pain so much as simply lamenting the lack of warmth that came with his own being once more. She couldn’t fuck his throat any longer if she wanted to keep him as a bird. Instead, she popped free of his mouth and left him drooling her fluids, coughing them up and remembering he had to breathe. The horror only dawned on him after he had time to think on his own once more. She wasn’t going to devour him. She was going to [i]assimilate[/i] him, to ensure he was fully part of her body rather than just discarded fuel. And there was nothing he could do about it but fall back on his butt and desperately try to scoot away over the edge of the bed.

Remy ended up tumbling over with a cry, but he didn’t feel the floor beneath him. She caught him before he could get too far. Clutching him by the ankle, she let him dangle precariously from her grasp when she lifted him up and held him there near her jaws. A swipe of her tongue over her chops left her soaked in her own saliva from cheek to cheek, and him all the wetter once she started slurping and tending to his feathers from every possible angle. She slurped him up and down, from his calves to his thighs and cock, and kept going until she got down to his beak, soaking the stunned expression on his face. He was paralyzed with fear by then. Not even the inner urge to squirm could override that anymore.

“Aw. Poor birdy. Rendered so pathetic by his inevitable end. Have you accepted it or are you merely useless now? We shall see how much noise you make when your existential cock-fate claims you.”

Her newest cackle was the worst of all, a powerful sound that swept over him and rattled his soft skeleton. He wondered if it was possible for a laugh alone to break his bones. Her words were starting to enter his mind, listening to her lustful hysterics. Impulses appeared in his thoughts. He might have let some outburst spring forth if he could find his voice. Instead, he stewed in the rising madness, in the horror of it all, unable to resist when she put him down and forced him to bend over the edge of his sagging bed.

She pulled his hair. She spanked his ass. He couldn’t fight her off, but he couldn’t ignore anything she was doing either. Every touch made him quiver that much more, or kick one of his legs when he managed to, but he was mostly a passive, shaking vessel for her to claim. She mounted him and let him feel her cock pressed between his cheeks. Stuffing that thing in a small, soft bird like him was simply obscene, but nothing prevented her from fitting the tip between his cheeks and nudging forward to kiss it against his rim, leaking her excess juices the whole time.

“Everything we brought to this edge will dwell here with us. It will be so worth it. You’ll see for yourself when I share this gift with you.”

By her tone, she sounded like she was trying to be comforting. Nothing Shirazi said could have brought Remy any relief at that point. Even if she departed right that very moment, he was permanently marked by her presence, his mind rattled and cracked, his feathers stained with her scent. He already belonged to her. Everything else was just ceremony. She grabbed his arms and pulled them tightly to his sides so that he couldn’t even brace himself. He didn’t bother to move them even when she shifted her grip to his hips. At least he managed some small cry, some little crow croak when she penetrated him deeper than he ever thought he could take her.

All things were possible through her, or so it felt. She’d already torn through the barriers of reality just to menace him. All the forces he had studied all his life to tame, and she manipulated them as if it was simply part of her nature. He quivered some more. There was unquestionable pleasure surging through him once she had her cock halfway sheathed in his body. She pressed all his buttons at once. His own cock was stiff against the bulging outline of her demonic girth. There was a section of his mind ready to accept her, to [i]enjoy[/i] her, but before that thought could win, she leaned in extra close so she could whisper directly into his skull.

“The stage play carries on outside these walls, just enough to glimpse, to swear you remember it. You’re my little actor, Remy. We dance for the audience of eyes within this manufactured pocket. There is so much more I would tell you, but it doesn’t matter now. You aren’t the one that [i]counts.[/i]”

She let the understanding set in, that time. Standing behind him in threatening silence, her cock throbbing within him, she allowed the thoughts she planted to grow and choke out all his others until he could only scream. Or at least he tried to. His voice was already choked, and made all the more so when she wrapped her fingers around his throat and squeezed his last bird sounds to nothing. She didn’t strangle him fully, but she harshly gripped him and abused him in the process of getting started on that fine feathery ass. Fucking him that hard barely even mattered anymore when he had that terrible new realization to grapple with.

Shaking him back and forth, grasping him, groping him, Shirazi made him feel every thrust as if it was his own. He began to gurgle. There was so much precum shooting inside of him that he was starting to drool it from his silenced beak. That sound replaced his squawks and ensured the scream inside him never came to fruition. Instead, he wobbled with the impact of her nuts against his butt, sending a ripple through his delicate body. Yet for as breakable as he was, she never hurt him. If anything, he felt more together than he had ever been.

It was one more attempt at kicking her off of him that made the situation more apparent. His legs slipped down on either side of her hips at first, only to slip down to her nuts, slowly swallowed up in the horror of their fusion. He squirmed and tugged as if sinking into some deep, inescapable depths. It felt like falling at first. Then he felt the flex and strain as her balls fattened up with the thieving of his body, creeping up along his thighs to leave his struggles less and less his own. He grasped the bed, but no amount of tugging the sheets was going to save him from the hyena.

She fucked him for as long as it still made sense. Her cackles didn’t simply rattle his mind anymore. He felt them inside himself, shooting up his spine, filling his body with her maddening vibrations. Clawing and scratching the bed, scrambling in terror, he drooled more and more of her prespunk until he was sure she must have been cumming right through him. Yet there was still so much more, so much to enjoy, so much to pump out, especially once his lower half was so sweetly fused with the bottom half of her dick and her balls beneath. She churned and juiced up what she took from him into a fatter and fatter load while he gurgled and half-drowned on her juices. It wasn’t even a matter of tasting her anymore as it was simply embodying that musky hyena lust himself.

When his arms became useless, mere bumps on the sides of Shirazi’s growing shaft, he took to wriggling. He could feel her sucking the magic out of him as if by straw, draining him from within of everything he might have used to defend himself, if she hadn’t made him so useless with her presence alone. And for what? A demon had no use of petty mortal magic. She melted it away and absorbed it as if feeding off of it, not to grow in power, but merely to fuel the orgasm that was building inside of her, to leave those urgent throbs all the more imposing.

With his torso fusing into the cock fucking him, his head became the only part of him still fully intact. He had his beak wide in a desperate triangle, but only the constant flow of juices escaped. There was no cry for help, no scream of anguish that could have improved his predicament, but she further silenced him anyway. Stroking and massaging the middle of her cock, to let him feel her fingers upon the sensitive flesh he was becoming, she finally pulled her hands away to grab at something else. It hadn’t been there a minute ago, but such things didn’t matter to her.

As if being smothered under a kidnapper’s hood, what remained of the crow soon ended up wrapped in latex. It adhered tightly to his features and sealed the juices leaking from his beak against his face. He might have worried about drowning or suffocating, but he was in far too deep for that. He breathed through her. The hyena tugged that condom down her shaft, stretching it taut but somehow not breaking it. She took a little more of Remy with every throb, creeping up along his shoulders, getting to his throat, splitting his features with the shape of her cockhead. Yet she left just enough of him, gave him just enough of a face to still cum [i]through[/i] him when it was time to finally release all that pressure.

The condom instantly bloated, stretching down to the bed with a heavy thud once it all erupted from Remy’s mouth. He gaped for her, flexing like a cockslit. Shirazi jerked that meaty shaft and squeezed the veins just right to ensure it was as powerful as possible, sharing every last tingle, every last second of pure, unrivalled bliss with her victim. Remy’s eyes rolled back in what was left of his head, and he gurgled his last before that cock swallowed him up into itself at last. It shone that much blacker with his assimilation, inheriting his gloss, pumping madly to jizz out every part of him she didn’t want - his mind, his identity, his silly magic. It was all one big hyena cumshot, useless but for the pleasure it granted his demonic invader.

There was still enough of him to know he was trapped, to know she would never let him go. She danced her fingers up and down her dick, hugging it to her chest once it twitched its last. Slopping the condom off her cock and leaving it atop the bed, leaking its contents down the side when she didn’t bother tying it off, she began to lick. Tasting, savouring, teasing her new prize made her cackle and pulse alike. For the gallons of seed she’d drained from her prey-plumped nuts, from that tightly flexing pair all adorned with the heft she claimed from him, she could have gone again. Or ended another foolish thing like him.

Instead, she simply wrapped her tongue around and under the head of her cock to tickle and tease what remained of Remy. Some spark inside him left him doing his very best to manifest some last semblance of his will, to fight her from within, to command her to change him back. Yet even then, he knew what was done was done, and it was permanent. He was cursed to throb for her, to be stroked and sucked and squeezed on, to help her milk out an untold amount of cum, to be her fuck-tool for eternity, steaming, shining, smelling of her for as long as he still technically existed.

Whether she kept that last trace of him, whether she allowed it to think and reflect and lament his fate remained to be seen. When her thoughts were as clear as his own, he could feel her consider erasing him, and throbbing with temptation, leaking yet more down from that broad slit. Yet for the moment she simply squeezed him, pressing him against her chest, refining and smoothing away his self a little more for every pump of pleasure that travelled up from her clenching nuts to her still-leaking tip. She gave herself another lick between the giggles at his fate. He was left merging and mingling with a demon’s infernal flesh, until the bird named Remy was little more than a sensation travelling up and down her body, and an idea in her head, so easily unthought.