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Life with a Hellhound

You know what's sad? You know what's really sad? Having a birthday. For some, it's a fun time to celebrate another year on this planet we call Earth. For others – and for him – it was a reminder of his ever impending mortality. Another year where he feels just as stumped now as he did one year ago; what's to love about that?

But do you know what's really sad? Like, really, really, really sad? Having to host your own birthday party.

Damien Clark was average in almost all aspects of life other than his looks. How can you be considered average when you're six foot one, go to the gym often, and are built like a brick house? Yeah, you probably can't. It gave him this imposing figure whenever he's walking down the street, as he's often turning the heads of everyone he walks past. Couple that with his short black hair, his goatee, and his piercing brown eyes, and you make for a man who appears far more mysterious and cool than he lets on.

In reality, he's none of those things.

In reality, Damien always saw himself as being rather... boring. Not flat, or bland, or even milquetoast, just... boring. He woke up in the morning. He brushed his teeth and washed up. He ate breakfast. He then left his apartment, and took the metro to his job in the business district. There he worked in an office that was mostly empty, performing such riveting work like data analyzing, number crunching, and the most exhilarating of all jobs, overlooking text documents until his eyes bleed. He then finished his shift eight or nine hours later depending on the day, and took the metro back to his neighborhood. There he'd eat a meal at the local fast food restaurant or get Chinese take out if he's feeling special. He'd then return home, where he'd watch some TV and relax, before going to take a nice, hot shower. After that, he'd go to bed, and prepare to do it all over again in the morning.

Once again, Damien always saw himself as being rather boring, and his day to day schedule did not make this any better.

He didn't always live in Document City. He once lived in a town further down south by the name of Sundown Bay. But time changes all. He grew up, going to college in Willington, and after returning home for a year or so, he finally got a respectable office job in Document City of all places. Now here he lives, distant from friends and family back south in this dense concrete jungle.

In times like this, it pays to have friends. But, well, maybe calling them 'friends' was a bit too generous. They were more like colleagues who enjoyed having him around... for some reason.

Honestly, he wasn't quite sure himself why he enjoyed having them around.

“Heya, Damien!” a voice called from his living room, “Where's those beers at, huh?”

“They're coming, they're coming.”

Marvin, Peter, Nelson, and Carl. Those were the names of his colleagues; other young men scoped out by their business not too soon after college. They all sat on his couch, being your average appearing men in their early to mid twenties. Marvin was the one with glasses. Peter had these sideburns. Nelson had a goatee. And Carl was the shortest of them all.

All of them wore business formal clothing, and all of them shared the same bored and downright annoyed outlook on life.

The life of a businessman working in a cubicle, is a life devoid of color and vibrancy. It's just gray halls and grayer computer screens, all of which suck out any energy they may have had. No one looked like they actually wanted to be here in Damien's home; it appeared more like an act of charity than anything genuine.

Was he so starved for interaction that this was better than nothing? Did he really need friends that bad?

Emerging from his kitchen, Damien carried a couple of cans of bear in both hands. He passed them out, garnering a few 'Thanks Damien' from his colleagues, before stepping back. Even the way they cracked their cans open lacked energy. They were all so...

Bleh...

“So... how old are ya anyway, birthday boy?” asked Marvin with a hapless smile, causing Damien to shrug his shoulders.

“I already told you this,” he replied whilst leaning back on his chair behind him, “I'm twenty-five.”

“Jeeze... twenty-five?” Nelson repeated whilst rubbing his chin, “We're getting old you guys. I don't think any of us were born before the year 2000, and yet I swear this job's already gonna start giving us gray hairs.”

“You're talking like you're eighty,” Carl remarked before taking a swig of his beer, “We're too young to start bemoaning our wasted youth. Aaah...” another swig of beer, “And then we got Damien here, taking all the looks from the girls in the office.”

“Me?” repeated Damien, his eyes blanking in confusion, “What do you mean? And what girls? There aren't many outside of Mrs. Roberts. And I doubt she looks at me any differently from how she looks at you, since she's been married for ten years.”

“Uh-huh, suurrreeee,” replied Peter as he downed a heavy gulp of his beer, “What about that cute tech girl who came in a few weeks ago to help with our cybersecurity? She was practically undressing you with her eyes.”

“That cute tech girl? You mean the bunny? Anna was her name, right?” Damien mumbled, “Pete, she was three months pregnant! I swear, I think you guys are making things up. I get treated no differently from the rest of you.”

Ding! Ding!

“Hm? Ah. The pizza's ready,” Marvin said as he straightened up, “Damien, could ya get it for us? I'd hate to go into your kitchen. Who knows what I'll find in there. Women's panties or something?”

“Women's panties? I'm not this playboy you think I am...”

As Damien left to go and collect their pizza, his co-workers all looked at him. They made sure he vanished behind the doorway to the kitchen, before looking at one another with these wicked grins on their lips.

A series of insidious chuckles left them as Peter fumbled with his phone, pulling it out of his pocket. At the same time, Nelson reached over for his satchel, where he pulled out a tarp of all things. As he laid it on the floor, Marvin collected some markers to write on said tarp, while Carl pulled out a book.

A very old, very dusty, and very arcane book.

“Great, you got the grimoire,” said Marvin, “You can say the incantation, can't you?”

“I've been practicing it all night,” said Carl, before he turned to face Peter, “You got the markings and the steps saved, right, Pete?”

“Yeah, right here,” he replied whilst fiddling with his screen, “Okay, Marvin, follow these steps to the 'T'. I'mma need you to draw these certain symbols in these specific locations.”

“Hey!” Damien suddenly called from the kitchen as he continued fumbling with their pizza, “What are you guys doing in there?”

They all stopped momentarily. Looking at one another, they scrambled quickly to come up with an answer, before Nelson leaned upright, saying,

“Oh ya'know... we're just gonna summon a succubus.”

And then there was silence. A cold sweat broke out on their brows, waiting for their colleague's response. What they got back...

“Uggh...” was an annoyed sight, “Summon a succubus? What are you idiots going on about?”

“Heh heh... you'll see...”

Damien thought it was a very stupid joke. It wasn't a joke. Under Pete's instructions, Nelson and Marvin began drawing certain symbols upon the tarp resting on the floor. Several circles were drawn with near complete perfection, crossing over and intersecting with one another. Next came the symbols, all of which had arcane meanings that – in all honesty – went way over their heads. They drew these symbols in the appropriate circles, following Peter's instructions.

Some would call them stupid. In fact, a lot would call them stupid. Stupid for believing this nonsense was real, and stupid for even trying to pull off something so obviously devilish. But they wouldn't call themselves stupid. Desperate, maybe. But stupid? No. They thought of themselves as being lucky.

It was Carl who found out about this little book. Recently, he went on a vacation up north to a city known as Willington. His sister was getting married, you see, so he went to her wedding. But while he was there, enjoying the sights and sounds of the metropolis, he found himself wondering about. And his aimless wandering brought him to an eerie location known as Mordredus Road.

It was an odd little place; a street populated by a bunch of mom and pop storefronts. There were antiquated bookstores, old-fashioned cafes, and a quaint clothes shop. It made for a homely area, if not a bit rustic.

But among these stores there was one that stood out from the rest. Located in a back alley that one could not easily get to, it was a place with the name of a boutique... but it was not for hair or style of any sort. This boutique – Ryoko's Boutique to be exact – was a place filled with the arcane. Its aisles were stocked not with clothes or toys, but with trinkets of an unknown origin. Jars filled with strange fluids, talismans of an unknown origin, and books that seemed to throb as if they were alive. The store as a whole had this supernatural feel to it, with its velvet rugs, black walls, and Gothic architecture. And the woman who ran it – Madame Ryoko herself – was just as mysterious as her store was.

She was some odd woman, no, a _cat_woman. Tall, slender, with long black hair, and purple eyes. She had the ears and tail of a feline, and wore white and gold clothes that gave her the vibe of an Egyptian priestess. Holding a book in hand, she looked at him, scanned him, watched his every movement through the store.

Carl thought it was a joke. He treated it like one, at least. Just some funny little place for him to waste his time at. After browsing for several minutes to the store owner's annoyance, he asked a question.

Hey, how can I summon a succubus?

And Ryoko smiled.

She offered him this book; a grimoire with a name that... he honestly forgot. It was so difficult to pronounce that it made his tongue twist, and the characters written on its surface weren't of any language he knew. Again, he thought it was a joke. He even slightly mocked Ryoko, treating her like some wannabe witch. But the catgirl smiled at him, chuckled too, as she handed him the book. And when he touched it – when he held it – he felt something...

Sinister...

You may say Carl was stupid for believing this. You may say Carl was stupid for buying this. You may say Carl was stupid for going through this. And you may say they were all dumb for being convinced this! But he wouldn't say he was stupid. None of them would. No. Carl and his co-workers were fucking desperate!

Hey... if this doesn't work, at least they'd have a funny story to tell!

“Okaaaaay,” said Peter as he checked his phone, “According to the steps Carl sent me, we have to stand at the four corners of the circle. Aaaaannnnd... we have to hold our hands like triangles? Oh, right! Crap...! Uhh... someone have a lighter? We need to start a fire in the center of it.”

“A fire...?” they heard Damien's voice ring from the kitchen as he continued fumbling with their plates, “What the hell are you idiots doing in there?”

“Like, holy shit dude. We're summoning the succubus right fucking now,” replied Nelson sarcastically, “She's super hot and sexy, and is wearing nothing but leaves!”

“Rrrrrriiiiiiigggghht,” Damien replied, his voice filled with irritation, “Ugh... whatever. Go ahead, summon your 'succubus' or whatever. Just don't get your souls sucked out while your at it...”

A series of chuckles left his co-workers lips as they listened to his disbelief. Honestly, they couldn't blame him. If Carl wasn't holding that tome in hand right now, they wouldn't have believed it themselves!

Reaching for his satchel once again, Nelson pulled out some twigs he collected on the way over, as well as a lighter. Placing his makeshift firewood within the center of the tarp, he brought over his lighter, and lit the center of it. The smell of burning wood slowly started filling the air, with all four of them gazing at the kindle as if in a trance. Were they really about to do this?

“Carl?” said Marvin, “Say the words.”

“Oh...! Right!”

Yeah. They were really about to do this!

“Okay,” muttered Carl, “All I have to do is say the incantation,” looking at the tome in hand, he opened to one of its many pages, “I said it over and over again last night, so hopefully things go smoothly...”

“Just say it already!”

“Okay, okay! Jeeze... ugh...” closing his eyes, he took in a deep breath, held it for several moments... and then exhaled, “Fuuuuuuuu... Touh, Tomed Giood Ahaj. Xouh eih fukxokas fcouj. Wavk ij edo ev eih jcelodc johludkj, je kxuk no mu urjeclo eih cedocadojj. No evvoh kxoo u jushavaso av doot ro. Xaj dumo aj Damien. Fcoujo, xouh eih shaoj.”

His words were... alien, to put it lightly. Hearing them was enough to sent a cold rush down one's spine, and pump ice in their blood. Marvin, Nelson, and Peter, all felt a wicked chill when that incantation left his lips. Hell, even Carl himself shivered, and he had been practicing it all night in front of his mirror! There was a difference between performing it idly in his apartment, and performing it with the fullest intentions of summoning a demon!

So... with all of that being said...

Why was nothing happening?

For several minutes they stood before their tarp, watching as the fire within lightly burned as nothing happened. They just looked like a bunch of idiots standing in front of a fire hazard! Looking at one another, they traded glances of confusion, before Nelson rose up to face Carl specifically.

“Did you say it right?” he asked, to which his co-worker shrugged his shoulders.

“I-I'm sure I did!” he replied, “I said everything that witch told me to say!” he looked over, “Peter, you read the steps, right? I said everything correctly, right? And you held your hands in triangles! So...” he looked back at the fire, “It should be doing something.”

“Uggh...! This is fucking bullshit,” Marvin growled as he straightened up, “We should've known this was just fucking bullshit. Summoning a succubus? Sacrifices? Witches? I know we're desperate, but damn,” he pointed at his Carl, “Face it, you – and by extension, us – got jipped.”

“Umm... guys...” mumbled Nelson.

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!?”

Everyone froze up... and then slowly turned to face the doorway to the kitchen. Standing there, holding two plates in both hands, was Damien. He finally got finished preparing their food, and what did he come to see? His co-workers standing around a burning tarp like a quartet of idiot teens performing a séance in a slasher flick. Again, it begs repeating...

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!? WHAT ARE YOU FOOLS DOING!?”

There was a pause, one that went on for far too long.

“Weeeeeelllll...”

…

“Did you... hear that?”

“Tch... of course I did. They were calling out my name. Those pathetic mortals. Constantly beckoning to powers they don't understand in order to overcome their own defects.”

“So... should we ignore them?”

“Hmm... no. Perhaps its best to teach them a lesson to not toy with powers beyond their limited understanding. They called for a servant, did they not? One to alleviate them of their loneliness? Fufufu. Specifically one whom they called... slovenly. Then so be it. I shall send them a slovenly servant.”

“Ooooh... my queen... I've seen that face of yours before. What do you have in mind?”

“Fufufufu... send Adarma. She'll give them company. Although... it may end in their deaths. Such is the price to pay for one's ignorance, I'm afraid.”

“Understood. We'll send Adarma...”

…

ZWOOOOOOOOSSSSHH!

“WHAT THE!?”

“THE FUCK!?”

“AH!?”

“H-HUH!?”

“What in the...”

The fire. The small fire that wasn't even warm enough to give comfort to a kitten. The pathetically small fire that burned in the center of their demonic symbols. Suddenly erupted into a wicked pillar of flames!

It flowed, reaching high enough to touch the ceiling of Damien's apartment, where the flames split apart like water from a fire hydrant! The lights and electronics in the room began to flicker, while the flames themselves shifted between a variety of colors. Reds, oranges, yellows... and blacks, purples, and blues.

More and more the pillar of flames swirled, while the heat in the area grew to an uncomfortable degree. Everyone was pushed back by the flames, forced to take cover around corners, behind furniture, and whatever random object they could find for protection. All of them... save for Damien. He was immobile and as rigid as a statue, while the flames spiraled more and more and more. Pulsating and throbbing like it had a life of its own, this flame steadily expanded to fill up more of the room, its bright lights being enough to blind a person if they stared into it for too long.

But if one did stare, and if one really focused, they'd be able to see the shadowed image of a figure emerge within the flames. This figure was large. This figure was imposing. This figure had all the erotic and luscious curves of a woman. And this figure turned, where it faced Damien... and smiled.

“BWAAAH!”

FWOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSSH!

“OOOF!?”

The flaming pillar exploded, sending out a shockwave which caused the objects in Damien's living room to be blown away... including Damien himself! He was knocked off his feet and slammed into the wall, where he was dazed by the blow. Around him, embers flickered in random areas, while acrid smoke and choking smog billowed in the air.

With all the electronics off, the only light in the room came from the various bits of flames that danced in around... as well as the woman who stood before them.

She stood tall, her body sculpted as if carved out of marble. Her figure was glorious, athletic... Olympian. A pumped up back, shapely hips, thick toned thighs, and a busty chest. From her head spilled hair that was wild, lacking any sense in style or restraint. It fell aaaaaalllll the way down to her feet, and was spiked and curled in various locations without reason. She had a tail too… but it was difficult to tell, for it was just as wild and frantic as her hair was, causing it to get lost in her bushy wildness! And all of it flowed with the embers of red flames, which brought an eerie light to her demonic figure.

Demonic.

Yes, that's the word for it. There was no one in this world who was like her, for she did not come from this world. Her body was covered in fur, but it wasn't the typical pelt one would see on any other canine or feline. No, her fur was a near pitch black, as if it absorbed whatever color that traveled through it. Like her hair, her fur would only light up when fire started dancing on her form, with it traveling through her body like an aura of satanic power.

The jaw of this being opened up, first to give a yawn as she stretched out her arms. What? Did traveling through dimensions tire her out? She appeared no worse for wear, aside from her somewhat disheveled hair. But from her gaping maw, he saw rows of teeth that went on and on and on. All of them were pearly white, and all of them looked strong enough to rip flesh asunder, and snap bones with a single bite!

But her figure, the darkness that coated her form, the flames that danced off her body, and even her deadly rows of teeth, all paled in comparison to her eyes. Damien had never seen eyes like hers before. Eyes with black sclera like the darkness of space. Eyes with red pupils that burned brighter than the setting sun. Eyes that made him feel like he was gazing into the very depths of Hell.

Eyes that looked back at him.

“'Sup,” she said laxly, her voice having this boisterous and crassness to it that wouldn't sound out of place on a sailor, “This is the place, right? It's called... Dirt? Or somethin'? That's what they told me...” she looked around, her hands on her hips as she pushed out her chest, “Which one of ya little shitters summoned me?”

She then raised her fingers, placing them together, and--

Snap!

Zwwwwwwwoooooooooosssssssssh!

A ring of fire erupted around the demon they summoned, revealing more of her features. She was a canine, a wolf of some sort... a hellhound to be accurate. She hands – delicate looking hands as well – but with these wicked claws that looked deadlier than knives. Around her wrists were braces with chains that looked to have been broken off, and around her neck was a spiked black choker. But it was what she wore on her legs that drew most attention... or... the lack thereof.

Covering her crotch was the world's most useless thong! It didn't cover anything! One could easily see the lips of her toned cunt... as well as the thick patch of fiery pubic hair which she didn't even care to trim down!

She was as wild as she looked, and three-times as intimidating. With her muscular physique, her curvy figure, and the crimson flames which surged through her body, there was no denying who and what she was.

A demon. Not some beastkin with a pension and skill in cosplay. Nope. Not at all. She was a true, honest to god demon.

She stood in the center of her ring of fire, her black and red eyes gazing upon the stunned faces of those who surrounded her. Marvin, Peter, Carl, Nelson; they all couldn't believe their eyes. This stupid fucking incantation actually worked!? They were so amazed, they didn't care that they hadn't summoned a succubus, but instead summoned this deadly hellhound!

And that deadly hellhound was starting to grow annoyed...

“HEY!” she shouted, her demeanor shifting into annoyance and anger, “What the fuck are you idiots doin' just sittin' there gawkin' at me? What? Do you want me to spill ya blood? Cuz I got the mind to fuckin' do it!”

Rather stupidly, they didn't answer. Perhaps the shock of the situation made them deaf. Instead, the quartet of men all surrounded the hellhound, looking her up and down. She looked back, confused by how stupid they were, while she raised her fist steadily.

“Are you... really a demon?” asked Nelson as he looked her in the eye.

She looked back at him. Pulled up her hand. Placed her thumb and middle finger together. Put both to Nelson's forehead. And she...

Flick!

THOON!

Just. One. Flick. That's all it took. Just one flick to the middle of his forehead, and Nelson was knocked clean out.

His head jerked back as if a heavy ball had stricken him. He didn't even have enough time to shout out in pain! One moment he was up, the next moment his body fell back, collapsing on the floor as nothing more than a silent heap.

“Listen here ya chumps!” she shouted, her boisterous voice echoing through the apartment, “I am Adarma! The great! The powerful! The sexy! And I've been summoned through the Ether to arrive here. On this place called Dirt. Sooooooo...” she looked around, “Where's that fuckin' sacrifice I was promised?”

As Nelson laid unconscious on the floor, Marvin and Peter ran over to his side to check up on him. Carl stood there, still and immobile, while the hellhound – Adarma – slowly trapped him in her sinister eyes. He knew nothing of demons, but he could already tell that she thought little of him. It was the face she wore, how annoyed and belittling, and the slight way her throat rumbled as this low yet audible growl left her lips. Despite how hot she was (both in terms of physical appearance and the literal flames which flowed off of her body!), Carl felt the blood in his body turn ice cold. He'd never been more afraid of anything in his entire life!

So he moved – and spoke – more off of the instinctive need to keep himself alive than he did with any sense of deeper thought.

“It's him!” he shouted as he pointed across the room towards Damien, “Your sacrifice is right there!”

“What...?”

Damien locked up, and Adarma turned to face him. For the second time this night he came face to face with the burning inferno that was the hellhound's eyes. Only this time, she was lit up by the flames of her unholy ring, and she wasn't smiling. Tilting her head up at him, she wore a visage of sheer overwhelming power, a feeling that made Damien feel smaller and smaller and smaller.

He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing but hot air came out. The hellhound then stepped forward, where she taunt him the difference in their heights. Damien was tall, but she was just a smidgen taller, being about an inch or so larger. Her physique was twice as chiseled however, with her brawny arms and thick thighs. This wasn't just a woman, nor was she just a hellhound... if it was possible to be just a hellhound. No, she was a predator; a dangerous beast who'd never release her prey!

And that burning, predator of a woman was looking down upon him.

“Is that for me...?” she asked in a rhetorical manner, to which Damien blanked.

“Wh... what...?” he muttered back, before looking down towards his hands, “Do you mean... this?”

In his hands were four plates, each containing two slices of pizza each. Pepperoni, cheese, supreme; they were all sectioned off via their own plates as he had prepared them for each of his co-workers specific tastes.

Slowly, Damien looked between his slices of pizza and Adarma's face... before finally just handing the four plates to her. The hellhound didn't hesitate.

Swipe!

“NOMPH! NMPHGH! GRRGHPH! HRRMPH!!!”

With all the fury one would ascribe to a demon, Adarma tore through the plates of pizza like they were nothing. One slice down, then another, and another, and another! All of them she devoured, from the tips to the crusts. She was so ravenous, she even ate the paper plates without hesitation! And the bits she didn't eat were all burned away by her relentless flames.

But Adarma wasn't pleased with just that. Looking up once again towards Damien, a wicked grin appeared on her face. Cheese, sauce, bits of mushroom and peppers all oozed down her wicked fangs, while this deep chuckle left her.

“Ya got something to drink?”

“Uuhhhh...” Damien muttered back before looking over his shoulder towards his kitchen, “I... gotta bunch of... beer in there...?”

“Beer? Did ya say beer?” she said, that grin growing wider, “Fuckin' great. Let's get us some of that beer!”

Placing a hand on Damien's shoulder, she gripped him tight... and pulled him off towards the kitchen. His eyes grew wide as he was so easily manhandled. He weighed, what, over two hundred pounds? And yet she dragged him off towards the kitchen like he was nothing more than a bag of feathers! Damien still couldn't parse together what he was going through, while the hellhound casually placed him down into a chair, then walked up to the table in his kitchen.

Sitting on it was a box of beer he had bought for his birthday party. While he wasn't really the alcoholic type, his co-workers were, and he wanted to be a gracious host. So here was a box of Cold Creek; a cheap yet popular brand of beer. They were already open as he had been serving his colleagues before, but there were still rows upon rows of beer left inside.

Adarma didn't care. Raising her hand she swung a claw through the box, slicing it open with one swipe. The box split apart, causing the cans to cascade and tumble over one another, where they landed in the hellhound's hands.

The wicked grin she sported grew even wider, spreading to the part that her mouth seemed to encompass over 50% of her face! And Damien sat there, watching it all happen with his eyes wide, filled both with fear... and awe. The hellhound – lacking any sort of restraint or finesse – ripped off the tabs of all the cans of beer she was currently holding! And as she hugged them close to her busty chest, she tipped the cans up towards her gaping maw, leaned her head back and--

SPLAAAASSSSSH!

“GULP! GULP! GLOP! GULP! GLUP!”

Golden-brown beer poured into her mouth... and poured all along her body, falling upon her like the crashing waves of a waterfall. Damien's eyes swelled in size, watching as the hellhound's voluptuous and athletic body started to glow thanks to all the glistening beer. When the light of her flames struck her form, she radiated like some hellish idol, gluing his eyes to her. All the while, her throat bulged as she swallowed down gallon after gallon of beer, letting it pour into her maw and gullet without even needing to breathe. She only stopped...

Trickle... Splick... Splack... Drip!

When there was no more beer to drink.

Adarma dropped all the cans to the floor, letting them rattle and roll about. She then sat there for several seconds, her chest heaving up and her eyes closing shut. For a few moments, she held it in... before finally--

“BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPP! Ah...! Much better! Heh heh heh!”

It was crass, it was rude, it lacked any sort of tact, and all Damien could do was sit there. Still amazed by the hellhound who sat in front of him, he watched as she dragged her arm along her lips, swiping clean the beer which oozed down it... before her black and red eyes locked in on his face.

“Gotcha,” said Adarma, these sinister sounding growls echoing from her throat, “Thanks for the sacrifice, mortal...” she then leaned over, her heavy tits pressing against the table as this wicked grin spread on her lips, “So, ya gotta name?”

“Um... uh...” he mumbled back, “D-Damien...?”

“Damien...? Geh! Great!”

Slowly standing up, the hellhound cast an oppressive shadow over Damien, one that made him feel meek and submissive. His mind was still struggling to accept this new reality he was in. Not only did she, ya'know, exist, but that implies that other monstrous creatures exist as well! But, whoa, first things first! What did she want in particular?

Well...

SLAM!

“GAH!?”

Damien pulled back. Adarma's hands had slammed down upon his table, causing it to rattle... and then completely collapse apart! It snapped in twain like it was nothing more than a toothpick, with splinters of wood launched in all directions. For a few moments he looked at his shattered table, then slowly looked up towards the grinning hellhound above him.

“That's it! I'm gonna fuck ya!” she said, making him flinch.

“Wha... WHAT!?” he said back... only for his voice to be drowned out by a nearby--

“BULLSHIT!!!”

Ah, the wonders of beer. Drink enough of it, and you'll convince yourself you can arm wrestle Hercules and win. The term 'liquid courage' had never been more apt.

At the doorway of the kitchen, Carl stumbled through the door. His appearance was slightly disheveled following all that happened, but he looked more annoyed than he did afraid. Still holding that tome in hand, he quickly rushed up towards the hellhound, standing between her and Damien. He was sober enough to speak the incantation that summoned Adarma in the first place, but was also too tipsy to think how stupid he was for getting in her way.

“This shit always happens!” he shouted at the hellhound, causing her to tilt her head at him, “Damien always gets the girls! Always! They always fucking throw themselves at his feet! It's fucking bullshit! I'm the one who summoned you! Me! So I demand you to--” Grab! “Huh?”

Without saying a word, Adarma reached for Carl... and grabbed the tome from his hands. Pulling it from his grasp, she caused his words to come to a halt as she idly lifted the mystical grimoire, eyeing it up and down. And after a few more seconds of silence...

Fwip!

She tossed the tome aside, discarding it as if it were nothing more than useless paperweight.

Carl's eyes grew wide and his mouth agape as he watched the grimoire – an item he paid quite a good bit of money on, mind you – be flung away, where it vanished in the darkness of the room. He thought it would command Adarma, or - at the very least - rebuff her! But it did nothing.

If he was tipsy before, this act made him sober up real quick.

“You dare get in the way of me and my mate...?”

And that question made his blood turn cold.

Carl looked away from Adarma's hand, his eyes trailing slowly towards her face. And in that moment, he realized how screwed he was. Gazing into the hellhound's eyes was like gazing into the very depths of Hell. There was nothing but pain and misery on the other end.

“Um...” Carl eked out, while Adarma stood up tall before him.

Like Damien before, he was cast in the oppressive shadow of the hellhound's amazonian body. Her wicked figure was enough to instill nightmares from sight alone, and he had a front-row seat to all of her powerful muscles, those vicious flames... and those murderous teeth.

Giving Carl no time to defend himself, Adarma's hands fell on his shoulders, and she gripped him. So easily she could have snapped every bone in his body, breaking him like a twig! But instead she leaned forward as those fangs of hers curled into a savage grin.

“Tell me... how do you want to die, you pathetic little bitch?”

“Ugghhghg...?”

Slowly, Adarma pulled her fist back. One punch. That's all she needed. Even though he hadn't felt it yet, Carl knew this one blow would be more than enough to kill him in one strike! And from the wicked grin she wore on her cruel lips, it was clear that the hellhound was going to enjoy it! All he could do was close his eyes, brace for impact, and pray.

…

…

…

…

But the punch never came.

For several seconds, Carl sat there with his eyes screwed shut. His body trembled, his weakly mumbled nonsensical words to himself, and... had he wet himself? But despite how horrified he was, he was still alive. Why was he still alive?

Meekly, he eked open one of his eyes. What he saw in front of him was not a fist ready to take his life, but instead Damien. And he was holding tightly upon Adarma's arm and hand.

Gripping upon the hellhound with all his might, Damien kept her from punching his co-worker to death. And, no, this was not easy. All of his might meant little when he was holding upon someone who was stronger than steel! It was clear to him that the only reason why Adarma hadn't tossed him off of her was because she chose not to, not because of anything he was doing.

“What... are you doing...?” she asked as she looked at him.

“Um... what am I doing...?” Damien asked back, before shaking his head, “R-right! I'm stopping you, that's what I'm doing!”

“Me? You're stopping... me?”

“Uh... yeah! I'm stopping you!” he repeated as he gained more strength in his stance, “Listen Adarma! I... I don't know what's going on here, but... I won't let you kill my friends...” he then paused and looked away, “Um... no... calling them my friends is a bit too close... uh...” he looked back, “I won't let you kill my co-workers!”

Was Damien being brave? No, not really. Truth be told, he was scared out of his wits! But even with that fear, he wasn't going to just let Adarma slaughter the likes of Marvin, Nelson, Peter and Carl. Could he do much against her? Absolutely not! But if he had to choose between fighting and dying, and doing nothing and dying, he was going to fight.

Adarma however appeared to be not as thrilled with his choice. She tilted her head at him, while her black and red eyes raced up and down his body. Further and further, Damien felt his blood turn cold and his veins tighten, prepared for his inevitable death. But instead...

“Heh...!”

Adarma smiled, and her tail began to wag.

“Yes! That's it!” she said as she suddenly grabbed Damien into her arms, picking him up and swinging him around, “I was right! I was fuckin' right! You're him! You have to be him! Only my mate would be so stupid as to try and stop me!”

“Wait... what!? M-mate!? S-stupid!?” he repeated.

“Where's the bedroom! We need to go there! Right now!”

“The bedroom!?” he shouted as he began squirming and kicking about, “L-let go of me!”

“Gah! Fuck it! We don't need no fuckin' bedroom! We'll just fuck! Right here, right now!”

“WHAT!? GGAH!?”

No good! She was too damn strong! But, damn, of course she'd be too damn strong! She's a fucking demon, and he was caught in her arms! There was nothing Damien could do but accept his fate as she spun him around, and carried him off into his living room. Nelson was still laying unconicious in the corner of the room, with Peter and Marvin trying to resuscitate him. They all stopped however when Adarma returned with Damien in her arms.

Hmmm... yes! That couch would work perfectly fine!

Fwump!

“Ghh!?”

A sense of vertigo took over Damien. One moment he was slung over Adarma's shoulder, the next moment he was practically slammed into his couch. The impact dazed him momentarily as he looked up, where he came face to face with the hellhound's wicked grin.

She was just so raw, so primal. There weren't many thoughts that went through her head outside of the base and most instinctive of levels. The look in her eyes, the grin on her lips, the way her body flexed and pumped with power; she was a predator in every sense of the word. Damien himself was above average when it came to his physique and strength, but that meant nothing compared to her otherworldly might.

Literally...

“W-w-wait!” said Damien as he placed his hands on her shoulders, “D-don't you think you're being a bit quick!? W-we don't even know each other!”

“So? What fucks do I give?” asked the hellhound as she brought over her hands... and extended her claws, “Those questions don't mean jack shit to me! Now let's get you out of these fucking clothes!”

“Gah!”

RIIIIIIIIP! TEEEEAAARRR!

Without hesitation, Adarma's claws dug into Damien's clothes, tearing them off of his body. His clothing were ripped to near shreds and scattered about, revealing his fit body beneath. All of his muscles were tense and bulging, swelling with strength, and glowing with sweat. Was it sweat born from how hot it was in the room, or sweat born from fear? Both, no doubt.

Grinning from cheek to cheek, the hellhound dropped her hands upon Damien's chest, and began dragging her claws upon him. He gritted his teeth and winced, feeling her sharp claws dig into his flesh, scratching lines of cuts on him, and drawing blood.

Her touch was malevolent, dangerous and malicious... but it wasn't deadly. He knew she could easily – easily – rip him to shreds as she did his clothes... but she didn't. Why would she? She wanted her mate to be marked, not killed.

Damien could tell that was the case. Even as his chest swelled and raced with apprehension and fear, he knew that Adarma wasn't actually aiming to cause him any mortal harm. Sure, she may hurt him – she may even break a few of his limbs – but she wouldn't kill him. For now, that was good enough. Who knows what she'd do if he denied her her pleasure.

Not good things, of that, he was sure.

But Adarma wasn't pleased with just his upper body. Pinning her hands down on his body, she slowly dragged her palms down towards his pants, where she gripped them... and tore them to shreds as well. And the moment his pants were freed from his body...

Fwip!

A certain other area of his body stood to attention.

“YEAH! HAH HA! THAT'S IT!”

Adarma's eyes grew wide and her mouth split into a wicked smile. In front of her and between Damien's legs, was his thick and long cock. Despite how undeniably afraid he was, his manhood had swelled to an impressive length! Why is that?

Well... isn't it obvious? Despite Adarma's... well... everything, he could not deny the fact that she was his type. The boisterous attitude, the amazonian physique, even her forceful nature, all spoke volumes to him. She may have been crass and straightforward, but damn was she honest. There was nothing about Adarma that belied her true nature; she wasn’t fake.

She was a hellhound. She was a predator. She was dangerous. And she wanted to fuck. There was nothing else that needed to be said!

Still grinning from cheek to cheek, the hellhound drew her hands up towards her own chest. Covering her busty breasts was this metallic bra, one that supported her chest, and looked like it weighed several pounds! All she needed to do was slip her finger into the ring, pull it back, and--

Snap! Chink! Clang!

THUD!

The bra fell to the floor, creating a small dent. Oooookaaaaay... maybe her bra weighed more than just a few pounds!

Damien's face paled at the sight of her bra... before slowly looking back up towards Adarma and her chest. And when he did...

Smack!

“Nghgh...!?”

His face slammed up against her tits.

Damien flinched and fell back, resting on his couch with his eyes in a daze. Above him were the hellhound's breasts. Her big breasts. Breasts so big, he couldn't quite quantify it. Was there anything he could compare them to either? They were just... big.

Very, very big.

That bra she wore did more than just support her tits, they downright compressed them. Now that it was gone, he could see the fullness of her chest, and how it utterly dominated his view. And her nipples! Adarma's body was a charcoal color, save for the areas that were red from her flames. But her nipples were even blacker than that! They were downright onyx, with puffy areola, and these incredibly hard nubs.

Her chest rose up and down slowly, moving in sync with her every breath. Driven more by instinct than by actual thoughts, Damien raised his hands slowly... and placed them upon the hellhound's chest. He felt the bristles of her fur brush back against his palms, he felt the overwhelming heat of her body, and above all, he felt the sheer weight of her tits as they pushed down upon his palms. Her breasts weren't just big or heavy, they were so damn firm too. It was like he was fondling rubbery sacks of steel!

As if ignoring the situation he was in, Damien took his time to idly knead and grope Adarma's breasts. He squeezed them, watching his fingers barely sink in, before lifting her tits up. All the while, the hellhound wore this wicked grin on her lips, even shook her chest from side to side, taunting him further with her breasts.

Damien was so entranced by her bosom, that he ignored everything going on around him. It wasn't just him and Adarma in this room, for slowly surrounding them was Marvin, Peter, and Carl. Not Nelson though; he was still unconscious in the corner.

They remained silent, for they were far too focused on the carnal act going on in front of them. Adarma's amazonian body was a sight to behold, and they weren't going to look away as Damien groped her tits. There was one moment where Marvin reached out for the hellhound, but she quickly snapped her gaze upon him, where her grinning face was replaced with a deadly glare.

“I'll give you three options,” she growled, “You can leave, stay and watch, or die. The choice is yours.”

She wasn't going to tell them twice. They got the hint.

Snapping her gaze back down upon Damien, Adarma began grinning once again. His fingers weren't just nimble, there was a strength to them. Those muscles he had weren't just for show; he was putting all the strength he had into squeezing and groping her tits. His fingers then swiveled over towards her nipples, where he pinched them between his thumb and index finger, tugging on them hard before letting go.

“Aaah...! Geh heh heh!”

Adarma's chuckles filled the air and she sat upright on his hips. Looking down between them, she locked her eyes on his throbbing cock. Oh, it was so long and so burly, and so many veins were racing up and down its sides! She could tell he was just as ready for her as she was for him! Buuuuuut... she needed a taste first. Sight is one thing; she needed to put him through a test and get a smaple!

So...

“Ghh...?”

Adarma suddenly stood up.

Damien remained resting on his couch, a bit confused as the hardy hellhound released his body... but only for a few seconds. He didn't even get the chance to speak before she swung her leg over his head, causing him to come face to face with her bush-covered pussy! If her breasts were hot, then that was nothing compared to the overwhelming, sweltering heat that hovered around her crotch. It was like he was diving his head into a sauna!

Adarma meanwhile hovered her face just a few inches away from his cock. It pressed along her face and rested upon her nose, where she gave a few whiffs of it. Sniff sniff snniiiiiffffff! Oooooh! She could smell the scent of fear as it mixed with the odor of arousal, with both of them combing to create something intoxicating.

This wasn't the first time she's ever smelled such a scent – and it surely wouldn't be the last - but it was the first time it was so potent. It caused Adarma to give a low, guttural growl, one that echoed from her throat and traveled up towards her grinning maw.

Okay! Time to dine!

Adarma opened her mouth wide... wider... WIDER! She's devoured beasts twice her size before; this cock was nothing compared to her!

From her gaping maw, her drool fell upon Damien's throbbing cock, making it twitch. It wasn't just her body that was burning, but it was her saliva was intense! It oozed upon his length like the melted wax from a candle stick, drawing grunts and winces from his lips. He knew what was coming, so all he could do was brace for impact!

“NOMPH!”

“AAAHH!?”

There was no slow build up, no steady ramping of pleasure, no foreplay! Fuck that! Adarma didn't even know what the word 'foreplay' meant! She just took, and devoured whatever she wanted! And this cock was no different!

With one push, the entirety of Damien's long cock was pushed into her awaiting maw. More drool oozed upon his member, coating him from the tip, down the shaft, and to the hilt! He howled against her thighs as the intense heat of her sticky drool captured his dick entirely. And with her burly body pinning him to the couch, escape was impossible. He had no choice but to sit there and take it!

Adarma's lips tightened around his length, squeezing upon him like a tunnel of flesh. He felt her tongue grind against his length, while her deadly teeth clamped down upon its sides. She had juuuust enough control over her maw to note completely eviscerate him, while still employing techniques that were primal at best.

The hellhound lacked control or finesse. Her oral wasn't about giving erotic pleasure, nor was it about simply sucking. No, Adarma sucked on his cock like she was feasting! An intense, vacuum-like pressure surged around Damien's cock, making it throb and tighten further within her maw. Her tongue too swirled and ground roughly upon him, grinding against every inch it could reach. And her tongue was long, so she could reach far.

When her tongue brushed along his length, his taste was sent racing into her brain. It was intense, overwhelming, overpowering even. She could taste every aspect of him. The salt of his sweat, the bitter twang of his precum, the heat which resonated off of his form, as well as the unmistakable fear... and incredible arousal.

Muffled moans left Adarma's lips, mixing with devious chortles. She wasn't just sucking his length off anymore, she was downright savoring it, trying to discover every taste of his flesh she could. That left Damien, still pinned between her legs as he bucked and twitched.

A fucking hellhound was sucking his cock, and there was nothing he could do about it! Making matters worse, he was pinned between her legs, while the rest of her body kept him trapped! He tried moving, but that did little. He had no choice but to lay there and accept his fate... while eyeing the thick bush of pubic hair currently hovering before him.

Gah! It was thick down here. The heat was intense, and the smell of ash and the musky odor of her sweaty body was enough to clog his nose. And what? She had only this thong covering her crotch? Why even bother with it?

Reaching up with his mouth, Damien bit upon the thong, clinched it… and pulled it aside.

Through her fur and hair, he could see her glistening folds. And much like her nipples, her pussy was a dark black as opposed to any pink coloration. Her nectar too oozed from her cunt, where – much like her saliva – it was incredibly hot. It dripped on his face, making him flinch and wince from how intense it was. But one of those droplets slipped into his mouth.

“Aahhnn...?”

And...

Holy shit...

It tasted good.

Damien was a boring man; even he'd admit that. He didn't workout with any goal in mind, nor did he have a desire to climb high in his job outside of acquiring a better paycheck. That's not to say he was completely without drive in life, it's just that his focuses weren't on the long term in this moment.

But despite how boring he may be, he secretly adored spicy foods. He couldn't get enough of them! He loved them so much, he had several bottles of hot sauce in his cabinet which ranged in heat, and he used them all the time! Even on food that hot sauce normally wouldn't go well with!

Why is this important? Well, why else? Adarma's pussy juices were fucking HOT!

It oozed into his maw, tasting better than any hot sauce he's ever had! Even the exotic stuff he could only get in shady Chinese restaurants paled in comparison to what he was tasting right now! It was probably just as healthy to ingest as well.

That didn't stop him from greedily slurping it down, which caused him to puff out his chest. Reaching up, Damien gripped Adarma's waist, squeezing it tight. He then pulled up, pursed his lips, and--

“NNMMPH!!!”

“RRRNNMMMPHH!!!”

If her mouth wasn't currently full of cock, Adarma would be laughing right now.

Damien's mouth pressed hard against her pussy lips, where he greedily began to lick and slurp upon it. His tongue was wild, lacking much style and finesse when it came to such things, but more than making up for it with his sheer hunger.

And that's exactly how she liked it!

Adarma wasn't bothered by things like foreplay or skill. Nope! All she cared about was desire! Her partners needed to be as needy for her as she was for them! Fuck all that fumbling around! Just start licking her cunt; that's all that matters!

And, damn, did Damien lick her cunt!

He hungrily ate out her pussy, pressing his lips and tongue against her. The musky odor of her body was at its strongest between her thighs, smelling like a bright burning fire in a fireplace. But also the smell of... sulfur... and noxious gasses.

Well... she is a _hell_hound...

That didn't stop him from licking up her cunt. His tongue brushed hard along her folds, which were just as firm and as tight as one would expect of a beast like her. Trying to work his tongue into her cunt was like trying to break down metal walls with a battering ram! It was difficult... but not impossible.

With how wet she was, Damien eventually worked his tongue into her tight twat. Her folds spread apart around him, allowing him to delve his tongue inside deeper and deeper. The tight vaginal walls of her folds wrapped around him, clamped upon him, squeezed him like it could draw her inside deeper and deeper. He felt every ridge, every fold of her pussy rumble against him, while her taste grew stronger and stronger.

If her nectar was like drinking the world's best bottle of hot sauce, then eating out her cunt directly was like sticking his tongue into fire.

Sweet. Delicious. Fire.

Damien had never tasted something like this before. It was so powerful, so overwhelming, so exotic, that he didn't have a word he could use to describe it! There was nothing that compared to such a taste! He just knew he wanted, no, he demanded more!

And yet...

Fwap!

“Guh! Haah! Hah! Aah!”

Adarma suddenly pulled off, leaving Damien gasping for breath as her pussy juices oozed down his face. At the same time, her mouth pulled off of his length with a loud and lewd--

SLUUUUUURRRRRRP!

Leaving it drenched in her sticky and hot drool.

Damien was freed, but in that moment, all he could do was lay there as he gasped for breath. What happened? What was happening? And – most importantly – why had she stopped?

No. She hadn't stopped. She was just repositioning herself.

Wearing that wicked grin on her lips, Adarma mounted Damien once again. Her hands rested on his chest to pin him to his couch, while her ass pressed up against his throbbing member. Tweaking her hips up and down, she ground against his length whilst snickering and chuckling, before finally moving her hips up.

Damien's cock was long and thick, with its head so wide and smooth. Pressing her slit against his head, she leaked some of her hot nectar upon his cock, while teasing the tip of it with her tight entrance. She may not care for foreplay, but she greedily indulged in torture. Rubbing her mound against him and watching his reactions was more than enough to make her heart race!

A sliver of drool hung from Adarma's lips, where it slid down her cheek and snapped off of her chin. Falling down upon Damien's body, she caused it to steam against his body, while one of her hands slid down to grip his cock.

Okay! Torture time was over! Now the real fucking began!

PUSH!

“GUH!”

“HYEEAAAAAAH! FUUAAAAAAAAHK!”

ZWOOOOOOOSHH!

Mouth splitting open, Adarma let loose a bellow of fire, one that rose up and slammed against the ceiling. Flames spread apart from her wicked show, while Peter, Carl, and Marvin all pulled back to dodge her blast.

With one push, she impaled herself on his cock. Her cunt was tight and strong, with her labial lips feeling like a metallic vice. And yet, she had such expert control over her pussy that she could easily capture the fullness of his length with nary an issue! All Damien felt was the intense pressure of her clamping cunt as it squeezed upon him. The individual ridges and folds of her pussy even ground against his dick, pleasing his shaft, and running along his veins.

But beyond all of that, beyond the rich texture of her pussy, and the incredible squeeze of her tightness, there was the heat. He knew she was hot, he had experienced it before, but this was much, much more visceral! The heat he felt was all encompassing, feeling as if he was thrusting his cock into the mouth of a volcano!

And yet...

For all of its heat, he never felt pain, nor did he suffer any burns. Her pussy encompassed him, held him, stroked him off and never let go. And her warmth resonated through his body, feeling like she was enveloping him in her ever-burning fire. The warmth she gave was akin to resting near a fireplace on a snowy winter morning in a log cabin.

Yeah. That's what he felt. He felt... calm.

A wicked grin spread upon Adarma's face as she gazed down upon Damien. Try, try with all his might, he couldn't stop this small smile from creeping on his lips. Seeing it made her chuckle and shake her head. She may not have been the most refined of beings, but her prey would always melt once they got caught in her incredible warmth.

The way it thumps... the way it rises... the way it consumes. Her fire was second to none.

And then came the moving.

Keeping her hands placed on Damien's chest, the hellhound drew her hips slowly off of his dick. She was squatting on his dick, so he could see every inch of her body. From her black pussy to her powerful abs, her busty breasts, and the wicked grin on her face; not one inch of her body was covered. She wanted him to see her. She wanted him to see every inch of her body when she--

THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!

Just like with her indifference to foreplay, why bother with playing around?

Wearing a grin that spread from cheek to cheek, Adarma pounded her hips down on Damien's cock, slamming into him with the full weight of her amazonian body! Every inch of her glorious body fell upon him and his cock, pounding him into the couch with bounce after bounce after bounce! The couch itself could barely contain her weight alone, so when she started riding him...

Eeeeerrrrrk...! Cracck! THUUUDD!!!

The couch broke beneath their bodies, causing them to fall down together. And yet, Adarma remained in place, not bothered in the slightest as she continued her ride. Nothing would stop her from enjoying this fuck, not even gravity!

On a finite level, she felt his cock scrape at the walls of her pussy, teasing and pleasing all of them. Each ridge and fold were ground against, sending jolting waves of pleasure straight to her wicked brain. Her cunt would tighten around his dick in response, greedily squeezing him and refusing to let go.

Was this what mortal cock was like? Or was this just how Damien was? She did not know, she just knew she fucking loved it! Soooooooo much pleasure coursed through her body, causing the flames on her body to explode like a malevolent aura! Reds, oranges and blacks all danced on her form, while her body slammed on him, harder and harder and harder!

Thank the heavens he worked out in the gym, because if he didn't, she would have downright crushed his pelvis! In fact, he was sure the only reason why she hadn't done so yet, is because she wanted to fuck him for longer!

It would be pretty difficult to fuck a man with a crushed pelvis. Speaking from experience on her part.

His 'friends' (save for Nelson, because he was still unconscious in the corner!) all surrounded the erotic display, their eyes wide and mouths agape. Adarma's body was glowing from the flames, which – in a moment of uncharacteristic mercy – did not burn Carl, Marvin and Peter to death.

But, no, it wasn't an act of mercy. Quite the opposite, really; it was a sign of further torture!

As she continued pounding her hips down on Damien's cock, the hellhound swung her leg over, switching to a reverse cowgirl position. As she did so, she placed her hands to the back of her head and pushed out her chest, flaunting the erotic glory of her powerful body. Every curve, every straight, ever ridge of her abs, every bulge of her biceps, her every everything was on full display!

And they saw all of it!

The way her tits bounced up and down. The way her fire traveled through her body like a wave. The way drool endlessly slobbered from her dripping fangs. The way her pussy clinched and squeezed around Damien's burly cock. The way her body moved with an erotic and powerful flair.

Every aspect of her body was seen. Nothing was hidden.

As Adarma rode Damien harder and harder, her pussy clinched tighter and tighter as well. She wasn't just looking for pleasure now; she was looking to end this! Like any good predator, she knew not to play with her food for too long, lest she risk them making an escape. And while she didn't think Damien could or even would try to escape her, she didn't want to take any risks!

So...

THWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAP!!!

Damien was totally going to get a noise complaint sometime this week...

Her hips a machine meant for fucking, the hellhound pounded down onto Damien with an exotic flair. Again and again and again, a wicked quake was sent racing through his apartment, causing whatever objects that hadn't fallen over to do so now. That included Nelson's body who – you guessed it – was still slouched unconsciously in the corner!

Looking over her shoulder, Adarma wore a a wide grin, watching as Damien's face melted with pleasure. Her prey wasn't just a good fuck, but the sounds he made were amazing too! Such deep moans for such a strong man; they sounded like an erotic orchestra with her being the only one allowed to listen to it.

Oh... well... guess his 'friends' got to listen too since they were watching them fuck, but she didn't really count them. Who would?

Adarma's vice-like cunt was stroking him off with this hunger to it now. If her hips weren't enough, then her milking, stroking, throbbing pussy would be! She wasn't going to stop until he finally blew his load deep inside of her! And if he thought he could outlast her, then he was in for a rude awakening!

Ah... let's be honest; Damien didn't think he could outlast her. Damien couldn't think about anything right now!

The pleasure he felt mixed with the pain of his body being brutalized, and both combined to completely drown his brain in lust. He couldn't think of anything as his senses were utterly dominated by the hellhound who rode him. The sights, the sounds, the feeling, the smell, even his sense of taste; they were all focused on Adarma and Adarma alone! And his cock finally reached the zenith of tightness, and his balls drew up close to his body...

“NNNGGHGH!!! HGGGGHH! HRRRGGHH...! AAAAHHHH-HAAAH!!!”

SPLORT! SPLURRT! SPURRRT!

A man as strong as him? He had to have orgasms that matched!

Adarma froze up, her hips slowing to a halt as her body grew as rigid as a pole. Deep in her pussy, she felt his cock erupt, unleashing a torrent of jizz which rushed to fill out every inch of her folds. From the deepest areas of her womb, all the way to the lips of her cunt, Damien's seed came spurting out like he'd detonated a bomb within her!

And he just kept cumming too. It wasn't one, or two, or three blasts, but several. Whenever it looked like his orgasms were finally coming to a halt, he'd launch more wads of seed into her greedy snatch!

This was not his own doing. Adarma's pussy was so strong, so greedy, so otherworldly, that she forced him to fire more and more blasts of cum! And each blast – no matter how thick or how weak – were all contained inside of her, as she'd let none of it go to waste!

Not. One. Bit!

“GUH!”

Damien collapsed on the couch, his mind too blank to think, and his body too weak to move. He was layered in sweat, and panted as if he'd run seven marathons back to back to back with no rest in between. That's how drained he was following just one tryst with Adarma.

Slowly, the hellhound stood up off of his body, finally freeing him as she pushed her hands through her spiky hair. Once, twice, thrice she pumped it up, before turning to face her captive prey. Damien's eyes had rolled back as he gasped for breath, leaving him completely vulnerable to whatever arcane thoughts were going through her head.

Oh, yes, arcane. That's exactly the word she would use for this.

As cum oozed down her spent pussy, Adarma leaned over, hovering her head right above Damien's stomach. Bringing over her finger, she extended one of her deadly claws... and poked him right below the navel.

Gweeeaaaaaaaam!

Honestly, Adarma's use of magic was... pitiful to put it lightly. The hellhound wasn't really the smartest when it came to tomes, books, and grimoires. Not to say she was dumb, but more that she was simply... well... simple! Why bother with magic when she can breath fire hotter than the surface of the sun, and turn her foes to ash?

But when she did use magic, heh, she made sure to make it count! And this was one of those moments.

Appearing on Damien's stomach, right beneath his navel, was a brand. It had the shape of a wolf's fangs, and glowed this sinister red color. If you were to see it, you'd think it was nothing more than an exotic tattoo. But this brand was more important than that. This brand made all other demons know that Damien was hers and hers alone.

Among other things.

Having passed out, Damien remained resting on the remaining bits of his couch, completely unaware of what Adarma had done to him. In the morning, he'd probably raise an objection, maybe scream and shout. But for right now, he was nothing more than a semi-conscious body.

Adarma herself chuckled and then rose up, where she placed one hand on her hip, and the other hand to the back of her head. Glancing over, her red and black eyes fell on the stunned faces of Damien's 'friends'. Marvin, Peter, and Carl had surrounded them, having watched the sight play out like some high quality porn... and sport cum-soiled pants as evidence of their masturbatory deeds.

It made Adarma scoff.

“Tch... are you still here? Get the hell out already...”

She was one hell of a birthday gift, wasn't she?

Literally, in this case.

…

ERK! ERK! ERK! ERK!

Pause...

ERK! ERK! ERK! ERK!

Pause...

“Uggh...”

Why did he keep that alarm clock going? He should have changed it eons ago. It's so earsplitting. Hearing it was like having someone stab his ears every morning to wake him up.

Groggy eyes opened up, gazing over towards his phone nearby. It sat on a charging stand, buzzing as its obnoxious alarm sounded off. Reaching over, he pressed his fingers to the screen to cut the sound off, before leaning upright. He'd love to turn around and go to sleep again, but he had a job to get to.

Damien leaned upright, his hair wild, his body sweaty, and his appearance drained. Bringing up his hand, he dragged it along his brow to wipe away some sweat, before kicking his legs over the side of his bed. More like a zombie and less like a man, he staggered his way over towards his bathroom, entering inside and turning on its lights. And after twisting the knob of his shower to fill the room with steam and mist, he turned over to face himself in the mirror.

Along his body were various scratch and bite marks. Some were strong – bordering on being outright scars – while others were far more subtle. They ran up and down his body however, being on his shoulders, his arms, his chest, his stomach, even his hips and thighs! From afar, you'd think he had been mauled due to all the markings on his body, for not one area was spared!

No. That's not right. There was one area that was left untouched, and that was the area right beneath his navel. The area where that crest laid.

He palmed that area, feeling his body shudder. It had been about a week or so since his co-workers summoned Adarma on his birthday, leaving him to take the brunt of her 'affections'. The hellhound was a brutal and crass demon, but was also surprisingly mysterious. She had this uncanny ability to just vanish, leaving nothing but smog in her wake. But if he thought he was finally free of her, she'd always reappear at night, ready to couple with her 'mate'.

Damien blamed it on this brand. Whatever it was, it allowed Adarma to safely travel between worlds. It also seemed to give her constant surveillance on him, because she seemed to know things about him and his day that she shouldn't know. She knew when he had breakfast, she knew what he had for breakfast, she knew what he did at work, and she knew what he had for dinner after getting off of work. She even knew what times he went to the bathroom!

No, this was not flattering in the least bit!

Adarma had her fangs in him, and she was making that known. While he could go through his daylight hours completely free of her, his nights were a different story. No matter how tired he was after work, his 'lover' was fully expecting him to perform his nightly duties, and 'no' simply wasn't an answer.

Not like he put up much of a defense. Maybe if he really tried to fight back, she'd at least relent on a couple of nights. Or maybe he had just accepted the fact that escaping a demon was impossible.

Damn. Had he already reached the Acceptance phase of his fate? He thought he was still in Bargaining at least.

Adarma herself relished in their relationship. You'd think at some time she'd start to go easy on him at night, but that was far from the truth. Almost every night was just as intense as their first night, leaving him in this drained state he was now! And yet, no matter how relentless she was, he never broke!

It was a curse, not a blessing. Somehow, his dedication to the gym made him strong enough to withstand Adarma's barrage. Maybe that's why she claimed him as her mate. Anyone else was nowhere near good enough. Oh what he'd give to be one of his 'friends' right now. They were angry at him for getting with her, and he didn't understand why. In his eyes, they were the lucky ones, not him.

Oh well, whatever. It was the weekend now, so he didn't have to go to work today. That meant he could spend all day preparing himself for Adarma's eventual return. Maybe he should go to the local spa and get a message. That could toughen him up for the pounding he'd receive at night.

After a long and much needed shower, Damien emerged from his bathroom, fully dressed and ready to go get breakfast. But before he left his room, he picked up his phone... where he saw he got a message. This wasn't a message from his job however, nor was it a message from one of his colleagues. This was a message...

“Oh no...”

From his mother.

Damien! Your father and I are in town! We just got to our hotel yesterday! We meant to show up earlier to surprise you for your birthday, but your father's job kept us in Sundown Bay! We're gonna come over sometime tonight! Get ready for us!

WHAT THE FUCK!

Was the universe toying with him? Did he piss off some deity somewhere to deserve this? If he did, he'd go to the nearest church he can find and repent right away, because this is ridiculous! Why oh why were his parents coming!? Why couldn't they just stay home!?

Damien palmed his head and gritted his teeth, feeling his mind race with thoughts. None of this was good. He couldn't just tell his parents 'no'; they drove all the way up here to see him! And he knew there was no way he could tell Adarma 'no' either! How does he even get in contact with her? Could he at least take his parents elsewhere and just not be home? No, he knew that wouldn't work either. Knowing the hellhound, she'd just fuck him in the middle of public to get her fill!

So, what? He was just fucked then? His parents were going to meet Adarma, and there was nothing he could do about it?

Well... yeah. He was just fucked.

“Shit! Shit! Shit shit shit! Fuck! Ghhh!” he growled as he palmed his head, “Why why why why? WHY!? Gghghhh! Fuck!”

“Sooooooooo,” a voice suddenly rang from behind, “Your parents are coming?”

Sulfur. The air suddenly smelled of sulfur.

Damien turned around. Behind him, leaning on the doorway of his bathroom, was Adarma. The wicked hellhound looked the same as usual, with her wild fur, wilder hair, and clothing that could only be described as bikini armor. She was even wearing the same toothy grin she always wore as her black and red eyes looked up at him.

“Adarma...” he mumbled as she walked up to him, her fists on her hips, “You... gh... you're here early...”

“I heard ya sayin' shit and fuck a lot,” she stated, “I got a little concerned. Hopin' my mate didn't get into any trouble, ya'now! Geh heh heh! So...” she looked at his phone, “Your parents are comin'? That's great. Now I can meet 'em.”

“No! No! No no no! No, that is not great! That is absolutely NOT great!” Damien shouted back as he marched up to her, “Adarma! You're a fucking hellhound! Do you know how insane that sounds!?”

“No,” she replied, “What's wrong with me being a hellhound?”

Damien opened his mouth to answer, but stopped and looked down. He did not have enough time in the day to explain to her the fact that demons don't exist... or... well, they do, but a majority of people don't think that. His parents were one of those people.

But even if she wasn't a demon, her personality was quite simply off-putting. Saying Adarma was 'alternative' was like saying grass is green. Not many people would like her attitude, and he was sure his parents would be one of them. They weren't exactly conservative... but they weren't exactly liberal either, and they had an idea of what his girlfriend should be like.

Damien was smart enough to know that asking Adarma to leave wasn't going to work. The hellhound had even expressed interest in meeting his parents! So what does he do in this situation? He didn't want to anger his parents or damage their relationship, but he feared that's what would happen as soon as Adarma opened her mouth!

“Please, Adarma, you have to leave,” said Damien as he clasped his hands together, “I really respect my parents! Like…! A lot! I do not want to ruin my relationship with them! And I know how you can be, so please, just for tonight, could you not–” Pat… “Huh…?”

“Geh heh heh…! You’re so cute when you beg,” said Adarma as she clutched his cheek.

Those words were all he needed to hear in order to know that convincing her to leave was impossible. If anything, the hellhound enjoyed how desperate he was to be rid of her! It made the futility of the situation all the more tasty for her.

Adarma. Adarma. Adarma. All of this was because of Adarma. So if he wanted to not make his parents worry, he'd have to do something about it.

Grab!

“Oooh! Damien!” said Adarma in a teasing manner, “Why are ya bein' so handsy?”

He gripped her shoulders, holding her tight and pinning her in place. Wearing an intense face, Damien gazed directly into the grinning hellhound's black and red eyes. There wasn't much he could do to the likes of her, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to try!

“Come with me!” he said as he took her to the bathroom.

“Geeheeeheee!”

Damien had to do something about Adarma. He couldn't just let her run around, smelling of sulfur and ash. Her hair and fur too needed to be tamed into something more approachable. And these clothes? Well, he couldn't bring her out to buy any new clothes, but he knew some of his baggier attire could fit her.

Simply put, Adarma needed a makeover, and Damien was going to give it to her.

Sprrrritttttzzzzzzz!

“Heeeeey... what are ya doin'?” asked Adarma as the water from his shower fell on her head.

“I'm giving you a bath,” he answered, “You'll need it. You smell like you've been bathing in cigarettes! My mother hates cigarettes!”

“So what do I care?” asked the hellhound as she tilted her head at him, “I'm fucking you, not her.”

“Yeah, well, she's my Mom, and I really care about her opinion!” he stated as he grabbed a bottle of soap and his wash clothe, “I don't have soap meant for fur, but I hope my shampoo will work. Now let's get this going!” Grab! “What? Oh man...” Pulll! “Ghh!?”

Why couldn't she take this seriously?

Grabbing Damien by the collar, she pulled him into the shower stall with him, causing him to get wet. All he had to go by was the sounds of her taunting giggles, while he glared at her with an annoyed look. Fine. So be it. If she wanted him in the shower, then he was going to be in the shower. Regardless, he was going to get a fucking shower!

Those soaps in one hand and that rag in the other, Damien began scrubbing down Adarma's body. Doing such a thing was not easy. The hellhound was, well, a hellhound! The sent of sulfur and ash that wafted off her body, wouldn't go away with just a few pints of soap. He really, really, really needed to scrub in order to clean the satanic slime out of her body, which necessitated a firm touch.

So touch her firmly he did. He ground the soaps into her fur and hair, using all the strength in his hand he could manage. It wasn't easy – she did a number on him the previous night – but he did his best. And Adarma herself?

“GEH-HEEH! GAH HAH HAH HAH HA!!!”

She laughed. She laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed. He was taking this deadly seriously, and she was treating it like a joke. Well, whatever. He didn't care. She could laugh until her head exploded for all he cared! He was going to make sure she was clean as snow when he was through for her!

Lofty goals. Impossible goals. He just had to do the best!

He dragged his wash clothe up and down her body, forcing the soaps into her fur and hair. And with the water falling from the spout above, so much ash was washed down the drain. Damn, her body was caked in ash! Was it due to her own fire, or was Hell the cause of this.

…

…

…

Okay, stupid thought. It's fucking Hell! Of course she'd be covered in ash!

He just needed to focus on cleaning her free of all this grime. Get the soaps in, clean it all out, and wash her body clean. What he hoped would take about thirty minutes shifted into an hour... and then another hour. The ash wasn't just on her body, it was as if her body produced the ash. This was magnified when she'd occasionally let off a burst of flame, causing her to produce even more soot! Was she enjoying herself?

Of course she was, why'd he even asked?

He'd shoot her an annoyed glare, but she'd just smile and giggle back. Rolling his eyes, he went back to cleaning her, letting the time tick on.

It took a while – it took a long while – but finally...

“Sniff sniff...”

The smell of sulfur and brimstone had been replaced with the scent of strawberries and lime. Looking over, Damien realized he had gone through two bottles of shampoo, and was halfway through his third. Great. That's something else he'll need to buy later on. For now, he shifted his gaze back towards the hellhound in front of him.

She was glowing. And, no, it wasn't because of the fire she could easily produce. Her body glowed with a good bit of that soot having been removed. She wasn't completely clean mind you – that would require some divine intervention – but it was far better than what she was like typically.

Smiling, Damien nodded in approval, while Adarma looked down at her body. So easily she could set her body aflame, causing the water to evaporate and the soaps to burn away. But she didn't. Instead she watched as her mate turned off the shower and then stepped out. And once she did...

WIGLGLGLGLGLGLGLGLGLGLGL!!!

SPLASH SPLASH SPLAAASH!

“GAH!?”

Like a dog that's just finished getting a bath, Adarma shook her body, causing water to fly out in all directions. Even though Damien was in the shower with her cleaning her off, he still flinched and pulled back as gallons of water were thrown upon him. It may have been rather feral of her, but it got the job done. Her body was glowing, free of the waters and soaps... which was in stark contrast to him, who was completely drenched.

Wasn't it her who got a shower? Ugh. Whatever; at least she was clean.

Now came the next step: Clothes.

Damien exited from the bathroom, using a tower to dry himself off slightly. Adarma followed up behind, wearing this wicked grin as she watched him move. Coming to his closet, he opened it up then faced the hellhound, giving her a lackluster face.

“Here,” he said, “You can wear whatever you want. Just, please, put on something.”

“Oh, reaaaaally,” said Adarma as she walked up to his closet, “Whatever I want?”

He paused for a moment.

“Being completely naked is not an option.”

“Oh shoot,” she said playfully, before sticking her head into the closet.

As she searched around for what she could wear, Damien retreated to the bathroom to dry himself off and change his own clothes. As he did so, he pondered the strange path his life had gone on. Why was this happening to him? Because his coworkers thought it would be funny to summon a fucking demon?

Ugh... don't answer that question.

It took him a short while to put on something else. Just jeans and a button up shirt; nothing special. He didn't really focus much on what he was wearing, instead thinking about – and fearing – what Adarma was going to wear. A part of him figured she'd just ignore him outright and just strut around in her bikini armor... or worse; strut around completely naked.

Instead...

“Ta-daaaa!”

When Damien emerged from his bathroom, he saw Adarma had put on one of his button up shirts, as well as one of his baggier jeans. Both clothes were rather fixed to her body, showing just how different their figures were. Her wider hips and thicker thighs caused his baggy jeans to instead look like skinny jeans, while his flannel button up shirt was taut on her body to the point that the curvature of her breasts were visible. Speaking of her chest, the shirt had to be unbuttoned at the top to flaunt her cleavage, lest she rip through his shirt as a whole. It didn't even come down to her stomach, meaning that, of course, her abs were on full display.

There were other clothes she could wear. Maybe a baggier shirt, or some other jeans he had that were a bit bigger. But Damien didn't push her to change her attire. He was just happy she put on clothes at all!

“How do I look?” Adarma asked with this grin on her lips.

“You look... oh... you look great,” he said, overjoyed with her change of clothes, “Now please, just stay this way. We just need to have a nice day with my parents. That. Is. All. And then after that...”

“Hm? After that...?”

“After that... uh...” Ding-Dong! “After that, you can have your way with me, I guess.”

The bell went off.

Both Adarma and Damien turned. Already, he felt a cold sweat break on his brow, and his heart plummet straight into his stomach. With his clothing on, he blocked view of any of the bite or scratch marks the hellhound had given him, but that meant nothing if she acted out of place. He could only pray that she behaved herself.

Please!

Adarma wasn't on fire, and her body was brighter than usual. And yet, there was this unmistakable sinister air which hovered around her. The hellhound was just waiting to spring something on him, and he knew it. But when, and what would it be, he'd have to wait and see. Maybe, juuuuuuuuust maybe she would behave herself... but he wasn't going to hold his breath for that. He just needed to suck it up and head to the door.

Exiting from his bedroom, they walked through his modest apartment towards the door. While he had cleaned things up significantly following Adarma's original appearance, his home still wasn't as pristine as he'd like it to be. It was juuuuuust presentable enough to not draw suspicion from his parents, which was good. Hopefully they didn't start asking questions that were too hard to answer.

Fuck. He was just delaying the inevitable. It was time to suck it up, grab his door knob, turn it, and pull it open!

Eeeaaarrrk!

“Heeelloooooo birthday boy!”

Hug!

“Nghh!”

Martha and Norris Clark were good people. Having lived in Sundown Bay almost all their lives, they were a couple of country folk who were used to the forests and beaches their home offered. Martha herself was thin, with long black hair that flowed along her back. Norris was the opposite, being a tall, brick house of a man with short blonde hair.

Sound familiar, doesn't it?

In unison, his parents hugged Damien, causing him to straighten up as his face turned blank. Their embrace was tight, nearly squeezing the air out of him, but he wasn't too bothered. A part of him still couldn't believe they were here. The last time he saw them was when he moved last November. He would have visited for Christmas, but he couldn't risk taking days off when he just got his new job. So this was his first time seeing them in months.

A smile appeared on Damien's lips as he hugged his parents back, holding the embrace for several seconds long. He could have held this embrace for minutes longer. There was just one small, hellish problem.

And her name...

“Huh? Oh...! My apologies...! Ma'am...”

Was Adarma.

Martha pulled away from her son, having noticed the the hellhound first. She stood behind Damien in his apartment, her hands behind her back as she wore this wicked grin. With the clothing she wore, it gave her the burly air of a lumberjack. Her wild fur and hair helped add to that as well. Her black and red eyes however...

“Um... Damien...” said Martha as she tapped her son's shoulder, causing him and Norris to turn and face the hellhound, “Who is your friend?”

“Yeah, Damien,” said Adarma with this wicked grin on her lips, “Aren't ya gonna introduce me to your mom and dad?”

Why? Why did she say his name like that? She put so much emphasis on it, teasing him with the information she knew... and the fact that he didn't want his parents to know anything.

“R-right,” said Damien as he broke the hug they shared, “Umm... Mom... Dad... uh... this is Adarma. She is my... uhh...”

He paused, his mind blanking as his cheeks turned red. What was he going to say? That Adarma was his roommate? That wouldn't work, because this was a single person apartment. Then, what? She was just a friend? Well, she was obviously wearing his clothes, and that wouldn't work either! Fuck! He should have come up with a cover story before they opened the door! He hadn't thought this far through!

“Girlfriend...?” said Norris, causing Damien to look at his father, “Is she your... girlfriend?”

Adarma began giggling, causing him to slump forward in defeat. He didn't want to call her his girlfriend; that was giving her waaaayyyy too much power. But of all the things he could call her, that was probably the best. Why else would she be wearing his clothes?

“Yeah,” he said as he palmed his head, “She's my girlfriend... hm...”

“HAH HAH HA!”

Adarma began laughing, having won a battle that went well over his parents' head. They were different, instead being curious to the hellhound in front of her. Martha specifically, who slowly approached Adarma as she looked up at her. She looked back, with the both of them eyeing each other.

Before a smile spread out on Martha's lips.

“Nice to meet you, Miss Adarma,” she said as she offered the hellhound her hand.

“Heh heh...! Nice to meet you too, Mrs. Clark.”

In slow motion, Damien watched as Adarma gave his mother her hand. Oooooooh, the fear he felt in that moment could not be described. His blood turned cold and he gritted his teeth, as if bracing himself for an oncoming attack. He remembered what she did to Nelson; what was stopping Adarma from crushing his mother's hand?

But...

Grab. Shake!

She didn't.

Giving Martha a firm handshake, Adarma opted to not crush his mother's hand like a pebble. Instead, the hellhound looked up at Damien... and gave him a devious grin. And whatever joy he felt at the moment was instantly taken from him.

Adarma was toying with him. This was all apart of whatever game she was playing, and he just had to sit there and take it.

Damn.

“I can't believe you have a girlfriend, Damien!” said Martha as she turned to face her son, “Why didn't you tell us? I feel so embarrassed! Your father and I would've rescheduled if we knew you had your girlfriend over today!”

“I told you we should have warned him we were coming beforehand,” said Norris as he rubbed the back of his head, “Now look at us. We came in here and interrupted whatever they had going on.”

“Oh, I promise, ya didn't interrupt anythin',” said Adarma with this cheeky grin on her lips, “Your son was super excited to introduce me to his parents. When he got that text earlier this morning, he was completely overjoyed!”

“Really! He was!” said Martha, this glow in her eyes as she looked up at her son, “Oh! That makes me so happy to hear! We were excited to see you too, Damien! I know it's only been a few months, but it feels like forever since we last saw each other!”

“Y-yeah, Mom...!” he said, putting on the act of being happy... while silently cursing Adarma in his head.

Seriously. Fuck her. Why did she enjoy torturing him so much! Oh, right, she's a fucking demon, that's why!

He didn't know what game Adarma was playing, but he figured that since behaving herself so far, he could play along with her words. It was better that his parents had a fun evening as oppose to learning the hellhound was, well, a hellhound! So long as they went back to their hotel with smiles on their faces, he would be happy.

For now...

“So... if you don't mind me asking, Miss Adarma,” said Norris as he walked up towards her, “When did you and my son meet? Martha calls often, but he didn't say anything about him looking to start dating any girls. Sure does shock me that my son has a girlfriend, especially a beastkin girlfriend. The only other girls we saw him date were humans.”

“I wouldn't really count them,” replied Adarma with that trademark smirk of hers, “From what Damien told me, all of his previous girlfriends were from when he was a teenager in high school. Personally, I'd like to think of myself as his first, real girlfriend. His alpha, if you don't mind.”

“My... alpha...?” Damien repeated, confused and bewildered by her words, “What do you mean by that?”

“Oh! His alpha?” said Martha as she clapped her hands together, “So that makes you a wolf? Is that what you are?”

“A wolf...?” repeated Adarma, her smile fading.

That... was insulting. You do not call a hellhound – especially a proud hellhound such as herself – a mere wolf. Wolves are ultimately creatures that can – and have – been tamed. A hellhound may appear similar to wolves and other canines, but they are not. A hellhound cannot and will not be tamed.

However...

That wicked grin appeared on Adarma's lips again. While she did not like being referred to as a wolf, she stole a glance at Damien in the distance. He was fretting, fearing that she'd say something that would insult or anger her parents. It was rather cute how much he worried. It also told her how much power she had over him.

So easily she could say or do something that would completely ruin his relationship with his parents. Damien knew this, and Adarma knew this too. And she would gleefully torture him with this knowledge.

“Yes, I'm a wolf,” she said as she placed her hand on her chest, “We're rather common around Document City.”

“Hm...! We did see a lot of them on the way here,” said Martha as she tapped her chin, completely unaware of the mental battle going on between her son and his 'girlfriend', “So... does that mean you and Damien met at his job? He works at that office building, right?” she tilted her head, “What's its name again?”

“He works for Foreman Dynamics,” Adarma answered for him, making Damien jolt in place, “It keeps him busy all during the work week, so we don't really have many days to go on dates save for on the weekend.”

“Oh...! I'm sorry to hear that,” said Martha, “Aaaah! Now I wish we did save or visit for later.”

“It's fine, Mom!” said Damien, reassuring his mother as he placed his hand on her shoulder, “I promise, it's fine! I'm happy you're here! Just... uh...! Sit down, you and Dad, on the couch! Let me buy us something to eat. I should've done that earlier but... um...”

“He was busy getting the apartment ready for you two, so he didn't have time to order any food,” said Adarma.

The speed of which she helped him out was... frightening to put it lightly. So easily the hellhound fabricated a believable lie, and she said it with complete sincerity. It was a far cry from how she usually acted, which was as blunt as a steel bar to the head! How was she so capable of being so devious, when her typical personality was anything but!?

Ya'know what? It didn't matter. So long as she didn't scare off his parents, she could say almost anything she wanted to say! In the meantime, he'd order some pizza or Chinese food.

Yes, he knew that leaving Adarma alone with his parents was probably the worse thing he could do, but he honestly needed some alone time with his thoughts! And what did he think as he stood in his kitchen?

I'm so fucking doom.

Hidden away from view of those in the living room, Damien palmed his head in disbelief. He couldn't help but to think of the absolute worse thing Adarma could do now that her parents were aware of her. She already stalked him with her mystical demon powers; who's to say she wouldn't do the same with them?

She was behaving herself so far, but he knew it was just an act. By ingratiating herself with his parents, she furthered her possession over him, something he was all too aware of. If his parents liked her, then they'd want to see her more. And if they'd want to see her more, then he'd have no choice but to deal with her more.

Dammit!

There had to be some escape from this, something he could do to free himself from her grasp. He'd continue thinking about it, but for now, he picked up his phone and called up his local Chinese restaurant. He remembered well what his parents liked, so ordering for them was easy. Of course, he knew what he wanted, so he ordered that too. But what does Adarma eat?

Hm. No. Better question: What doesn't Adarma eat?

He was sure he could put anything in front of her and she'd scarf it down like the ravenous beast she was. So whatever it was he ordered her, he knew it needed to be big. Seafood platter it is then! Ugh. There goes that money he was saving up for a new game...

It took him a few minutes, but Damien put in his order. Now all he needed to do was wait, which meant returning to the living room, and returning his parents and Adarma. Shit. His mind was still struggling to come to terms with his situation, but he pushed on through regardless. When he stepped through the exit from his kitchen, he saw...

“Wow... you're really hot.”

Out of context, that's really worrying to hear his mother say. Thankfully...

“Heh! It's just my fur. It traps heat easier than skin does.”

She didn't mean hot in that way.

Damien was still expecting the worse, still expecting that when he exited his kitchen, he'd see that Adarma had disrobed and attacked his parents like some rabid beast. Instead, he saw the hellhound was sitting on the couch between his parents... and they were petting her. His father's hand stroked along her head, while his mother teased her ears, all as the hellhound sat there with this smile on her face.

First of... Why? Why did his parents do this? Why couldn't they act normal for longer than five minutes? You do not pet a beastkin like they're an animal! That's super disrespectful! Yes, his parents were a couple of country bumpkins, but they really should have been better adjusted than that!

Secondly... Why!? Why was Adarma allowing them to do so? Wasn't she, like, a proud hellhound or whatever? Why did she let his parents treat her like some common beast?

In truth, Adarma hated it. Being petted like this was infuriating, and – quite honestly – it was annoying to feel. However, she'd endure this embarrassment for the simple fact that it further garnered her the favor of the Clark family. The happier they were with her, the more they liked her. And the more they liked her, the harder it would be for Damien to even think of escaping her. In a way, she was playing the long game, and damn was she good at it!

“Damien,” said Martha as she faced her son, “Why didn't you tell us you had a girlfriend? Miss Adarma here is such a kind young woman.”

“Seriously...?” he muttered back, before tensing up, “I mean... yeah... yeah, sure. Uh... she can be kind... at times.”

That was the stupidest damn lie he's said all day.

“When did you two meet?” asked his father next as he tilted his head, watching as Damien sat in a nearby chair.

“Uh... Adarma and I met not too long ago,” he answered, “Probably, like... two... two months ago, I-I think?”

“Two months? And she's already staying at your apartment?” said Martha as she looked up, “Hm... I knew kids these days moved fast, but I didn't think you'd be moving this fast. I didn't start staying in your father's apartment until we'd already been dating for years.”

“That's because Dad didn't have an apartment until after you two got married,” Damien replied before shaking his head, “It wasn't his apartment, it was your apartment at that point!”

“Well... when you put it that way...”

Martha giggled, finding humor in her statement. All the while, she and Norris continued petting Adarma idly, not even realizing they were doing so. Seeing them be so close to the beast that had tormented him so much, and being so cozy to her, was like watching one's family be friends with their torturer!

It left Damien feeling a variety of conflicting emotions. Fear because he knew what she was like. Happy because she wasn't being a menace. Dread because he knew what would follow him later on tonight. Elation because his parents would long since be gone. And even a tinge of excitement? Ugh! What was wrong with him!?

Whatever! He'd just sit here and play host, hoping that things continued moving by smoothly.

And somehow, they did.

Adarma never said anything out of the ordinary, nor did she do anything crass or rude. Somehow – some-fucking-how – the hellhound played the role of a kind if not burly girlfriend to absolute perfection! Martha and Norris were completely enamored by her! Even Damien found himself being tricked by the hellhound and her antics. That is until she'd shoot him a wry grin every now and then, reveling in the attention she was receiving just to spite him. She even gave his parents a tight hug, causing them to laugh. Damien was less enthused.

Adarma was truly a demon in ever sense of the word.

Time flew by. While Chinese takeout may not be the most illustrious dinner one could share with their parents, it was a good and filling one. Doubly so for Adarma, who didn't just eat her seaflood platter, but she also ate whatever everyone else didn't eat. There weren't going to be any leftovers with her around! By the time she was through, she was leaning back on the couch with this elated smile on her lips, while the moon hung through the window.

Adarma herself proved to be quite the talented liar. She came up with a detailed backstory for herself, as well as a variety of things she did with her 'boyfriend', all of which were completely fabricated. Apparently, she was a personal trainer, which helped explained why she was so athletic. They apparently met each other at a local gym, where she was attracted to Damien's muscles. He was the one who apparently asked her out for a date, where they went to a dinner and a movie. And now they've been dating for the past month or so.

It was terrifying how skillfully she constructed such a narrative.

Thankfully...

“Aaaah... whoa... it's really getting late,” said Norris as he checked his watch, “It's already passed ten. I didn't realize it.”

“Really? It's pass ten o'clock already?” said Martha, “Huh... time flies when you're having fun.”

“What's wrong?” asked Adarma as she leaned up, “Are you two looking to leave already?”

“I'm afraid so,” said his mother as she tugged at the hellhound's hand, “We're not as young as we used to be. Ten for us is getting rather late. Oh, but I promise, we'll visit you two tomorrow! We're on vacation to Document City, so we'd love to see all the city has to offer! It's so much bigger compared to our hometown!”

“C'mon, Martha. Let's not bother our son and his girlfriend any longer,” said Norris as he stood up from the couch.

“Please, Dad, let me lead you two out.”

Taking lead point, Damien helped his parents out towards the door... with Adarma following behind. The hellhound was wearing that devious look on her face, watching as her 'boyfriend' opened the door for his parents. He was a true gentleman... but she was anything but gentle.

“It was amazing meeting you, Miss Adarma,” said Martha as she gave one last parting shake to the hellhound's hand, “I'm happy Damien is dating such a polite girl like you!”

“Geh heh heh! You don't have anything to worry about, Mrs. Clark,” said Adarma as she pumped up her chest and put her fist on it, “I may be a bitch, and he may be my little chew toy, but I take great care of my toys! Gah hah hah! I'm a loyal dog, but I have to rough 'em up a bit to show 'em who's the alpha!”

Instant silence.

For several moments, Adarma's brash and bold statement filled the air. Damien's face had turned a ghostly pale, mortified by what the hellhound said. Norris and Martha meanwhile looked at her, completely gobsmacked... before his father began to chuckle. Those chuckles quickly became loud, belly-filled laughs, causing Martha to join with him. As they laughed, Damien's face fell long, embarrassed to a point that he couldn't even speak. He just continued ushering his parents outside of his home... while glaring at Adarma at the same time.

Eventually, his parents exited their home, leaving Damien to stand there as still as a rigid. He didn't move, didn't say a word, he just waited. Behind him, Adarma wore this wicked grin, her black and red eyes watching his every move. All throughout the visit, she had taunted and teased her prey with various looks and chuckles, really torturing him with how well-behaved she had been, and reveling in the positive attention she received from his parents.

But now his parents were gone, and after five or so minutes where he was sure they'd gotten into their car and left...

“Aaah...”

Damien deflated.

“Okay, Adarma,” he said as he turned to face her, “You can...” Zwoooosh! “Take off... those clothes...?”

She did better than that!

A pillar of fire erupted around the hellhound, burning away the clothing she was wearing. Damien's expression grew crossed; that was like, his fourth set of clothes she had destroyed since she began haunting him! He was starting to run out of pants and shirts to wear!

The flames eventually dissipated, revealing Adarma in all of her demonic glory. Her armored bra was back, as well as those panties which did little to actually cover her crotch. Even her hair and fur had returned to being wild and unkempt, with flames hovering off her form like a sinister aura.

Yup. That was the hellhound he had the misfortune to know.

“Fuckin' FINALLY!!!” said Adarma as she fell back on the couch, causing it to shudder beneath her wicked weight, “Do ya know how fuckin' hard it was for me to act all kind and polite? That shit was fuckin' annoyin'...” she then grinned, her red eyes glowing, “Buuuuuuuut... gettin' to see ya squirm like that was really fuckin' fun. Geh heh heh! So! Since I wore those stupid fuckin' clothes, and behaved my self like a good wittle girl... geh...” her eyes grew tight, “I think I've deserved a reward. Come a little closer, Damien. I wanna give my boyfriend a big wet kiss!”

“Ugh...”

He felt weak. Honestly and truly weak. Not physically mind you. Despite the scratches and bites he had, he was still physically strong... at least when compared to other humans. No, Damien felt weak in a mental point of view. Despite his fears of Adarma, he didn't actually make any attempts to avoid her. Sure, he tried to rationalize it to himself by saying she is a demon, and therefor difficult to escape from... but he knew that wasn't the case.

Damien turned... and started walking forward. With his every step, Adarma's giggles grew louder and louder. She even raised a finger and began curling it inwards, beckoning him further. As he he grew closer and closer, his heart started racing faster and faster, while the air around him grew hotter and hotter. Damien was sweating, but it wasn't just because of the heat the hellhound gave off. There was a desperation within him, one that grew with each second. And when he was only a foot or two away from her...

“Gotcha!”

Adarma grabbed him into her strong grasp and pulled him in, hugging him close. Her strong, burly arms easily wrapped around his shoulders, while he looked up towards the wicked grin she wore on her face. No hesitation. Adarma pursed her lips, and--

“NMMPH!!!”

“HMMMFF!”

With the voracious appetite that only Adarma had, she pressed their mouths together in a hungry kiss. Her tongue – so long and broad – was quick to overwhelm his maw, pressing and grinding against his tongue in a frenetic dance. There was no style, no finesse, no skill; none of that! She just kissed him, and licked him, and even bit him! All the while, they traded the taste of their Chinese food together, letting it all mix between their mouths.

For a while Damien sat there, immobile as he let Adarma have his way with him. But though he tried to be abrasive, his body wouldn't agree. Instinctively, he clung upon Adarma, gripping her body tight as he deepened the kiss on his end. He pressed and ground his tongue against hers, moaning as he tried to match her pace with his own.

It didn't work. Adarma was just that much stronger. But he wasn't displeased in the least bit. The taste of her body was just as spicy as ever, drawing deep groans from his lips. And as he grew weaker within her arms and beneath her kiss, she took hold over him.

The hellhound stood up, keeping their kiss going as she began pushing her back. Pressing Damien up against a wall, she finally pulled back as her hands laid next to his head, keeping him pinned. Her red and black eyes had this sinister glow to them, and it matched with the wicked grin that grew on her lips. Shit. He knew that look and that smile. All he could do was brace for it.

RRRRIIIIIIIPPP! TEEEAAAAARRR!

He couldn't even get angry anymore.

With her deadly claws, Adarma ripped off Damien's clothes once again, leaving him completely naked. All of those cuts and bites that adorned his body were a signs of the hellhound's affection, and she was going to add a few more before this night was over!

Reaching up her hand, Adarma gripped the metal brassier she always wore. She hooked her finger into the ring which kept it up and, and with a solid pull...

Snap! Chink! Clang!

THUD!

The top fell to the ground with that familiar series of sounds. Grinning still, she kept one hand to the side of Damien's head, pinning him to the wall behind him. He hkept his eyes locked on her breasts, watching them rise up and down slowly with her every breath.

“Go ahead,” she whispered, “I know you wannaaaaa!”

Her taunting words were right; he did wanna.

Bringing up his hands, Damien placed them to the sides of her breasts, clinching and squeezing them. The hellhound chuckled but said not a word, instead watching as he idly groped her tits around and around in circles. Her other hand meanwhile dropped between his legs, where she grabbed upon his stiff cock. He may not be entirely thrilled with her as a partner, but his body certainly didn't mind.

Back and forth Adarma jerked his member off, causing precum to ooze to the tip and drip upon her hand. His length was so damn hot, and the veins on it were so prominent. They trailed up and down his member, while his balls tightened with need.

Every inch of her palm and fingers squeezed around every inch of his length, racing from the shaft up to the glands and back again. Still grinning, her hand picked up the pace, racing with a frantic speed along his throbbing member. Damien began panting, his body growing weak. But with Adarma there, she wouldn't let him fall.

“Keep goin',” she said, her voice this sinister taunt, “Don't you dare slow down!”

She didn't need to tell him twice.

Grabbing ahold of her tit and squeezing it hard, he tipped up one of her onyx nipples towards his mouth, opened wide, and--

“NMMPFF!”

“HAH HAH! FUCK YEAH!”

Damien's mouth may not have been as big as hers, but that didn't make him a slouch either. He captured as much of her nipple and puffy areola as he could, sucking on it with an intense and fervent hunger. He felt her nipple grow hard within his maw, creating a nub he was quick to--

BITE!

“GRAAAHH!”

Damien's teeth pressed hard upon Adarma's nipple, biting it hard, and refusing to let it go. This bite wasn't just for pleasure, it was also to cause her pain. Do you know how angry he was with the hellhound? How she came into his life so forcefully, and started dictating how his nights go? He couldn't even get much sleep anymore, because his nights were spent fucking this bitch with an endless libido! Any amount of biting he could give her was justified!

But it also wasn't enough.

Let's face it; Adarma's a fucking hellhound! Her ability to bite was far beyond anything any mortal could give! So any bites he gave her – even to a sensitive area such as her nipples – would never be enough to make her feel pain. She was born in the flames of Hell itself! Mere bites would never be enough to make her submit.

Nothing will...

Maybe that's why Damien bit as hard on her as he did. It wasn't just to unleash some of his bubbling frustrations, but it was also because he knew she could take it. He even twisted his head to the side, tweaking her nipples... where they didn't even budge. Adarma just stood there, grinning as she always did, while her stroking of his cock grew faster and faster.

She was feeling it. Not just his aggression, but her own. And as her aggression grew, so too did her hunger.

Adarma's other hand slid down to her hip, where she hooked her thumb into her panties. Slowly she pulled them down her sculpted thighs, revealing her lower half... and the unmistakable odor of arousal which hovered above it. Damn, her pussy was already wet, as she was more than ready to take her mate once again.

And she wasn't going to wait.

Adarma pulled away, making Damien to stagger briefly. Not only did her nipple leave his mouth, but her hand left his cock, causing it to twitch and throb. He looked up at the hellhound, confused. But she met his bewildered face with a grin... before turning around.

Resting flat against the wall, Damien gazed upon all the well-defined muscles belonging to the hellhound. How they tensed, and how they were sculpted, showing all the mighty and otherworldly power she had access to. And that back of hers was coming closer and closer, eventually forcing him up against the wall once again. Damien was pinned, but instead of it being by her hands, it was instead by her ass.

Adarma's bountiful butt pressed up against his pelvis, causing his cock to slid between the crux of her ass. Back and forth she jerked her hips, running his dick along her ass, and causing him to to groan. He tried to speak, but the hellhound's tail sprung up, pressing his jaw close and keeping him quiet.

“Geh heh heh!”

Placing her hands on her knees to keep herself rigid, Adarma continued swaying her hips left and right, teasing his cock along her butt. Despite her brutal nature, she had a level of control over her body matched by no woman on this mortal plane. It was a skill honed throughout centuries, and he was lucky enough to experience it.

The tensing of her ass, the curvature of it, the heat of her body; all of it was unmatched.

But then she pulled up, with one of her hands reaching around to grab her taut butt. Gripping herself hard, she pulled on her ass, causing her anus and her pussy to both gape. Damien glued his eyes to the sight of her sweltering cunt, watching as heat radiated off of it like the surface of a stone. And that pussy of hers – so hot, so greedy – started inching closer and closer and closer.

She didn't need to grab his cock to angle everything currently. All she did was press the head of his dick up against her pussy... and push dooooowwwwwwnnn...

“Nnggghhh!”

“Grrggghhh!!! Heh heh!”

Inch by inch by heated inch, Damien's dick slid down into Adarma's pussy. The familiar sensation of her burning tunnel as it wrapped around his length, drew a wincing groan from his lips. It was quick to melt into a moan of pleasure once his body got used to it. Deeper and deeper he pushed, matching as best he could with Adarma, and not stopping until his hips finally met hers.

His mouth opened and he gave a gasp. He then brought up his hands to grip her waist. But Adarma's tail swung left and right, swatting his hands before he could touch her. She then raised her hand, and wagged it in a 'no' manner.

“Not this time!” she said with that wicked grin.

Dropping her hand back to her hips and looking over her shoulder, Adarma locked her gaze on Damien's face as she slowly drew forward. Inch by inch by inch, her hot, throbbing, and tight cunt, stroked along every bit of her chew toy's cock. He clinched his teeth and balled his fists at his sides, groaning and moaning as he felt her pussy. But right when she reached the doming tip of his dick...

PAT!

“GUH!?”

She pushed back down, slamming him up against the wall. A wave of sent racing through Damien, both of pleasure, and from the impact of her amazonian body against him. But she didn't stop there! Why would she stop there? Once again she pulled back with her hips, coming all the way to the tip, and then she--

PAT!

“AGH!? NNGGHH!!”

“GEH HEH HEH!”

PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT!

Ya'know, Damien wondered why he hadn't got a noise complaint yet. Every night since her summoning, Adarma had used her body to fuck him as hard and for as long as she desired. And every time they did, the sounds were far too loud to ignore. But not once – not once – did he get a message from his landlord, or another neighbor, or anything! Why is that?

He figured Adarma had something to do with their privacy. Maybe she threatened them to keep silent.

When the hellhound’s body slammed against him, the walls and floors of his apartment shook. Various objects started jumping and jostling around as her toned ass clapped against his flat pelvis. There went the remote, falling from the couch's arm rest. Next fell one of his cups that rested on his coffee table. Soon after, the various pictures he had resting around all fell from their stands. They were joined by other objects that he couldn't care any less about.

All he cared about was this fucking sex right here!

From cheek to cheek, Adarma wore her grin on her lips, proud of her ability to dominate Damien. She could feel his length swell within her folds, desperate to unleash the contents within his balls! But like the cruel mistress she was, she forbade him from doing so. Her cunt would stop squeezing every now and then, torturing him with near climax after near climax, while her hips continued pounding up against his waist.

“Nggh! Fuck...! Gaah!”

Damn. Adarma really wasn't going to let him go! She was dictating everything. The pleasure. The pain. The way his mind started to ebb and flow. And, yes, his orgasm too. All of this was controlled by the hellhound. The only thing he could do...

“Gahh...!”

Was let his legs grow weak, causing him to fall.

Damien fell on his butt, but was still pinned to the wall behind him. Adarma herself didn't care. Even with her prey no longer capable of supporting himself, her wicked hips continued pounding down. She even raised her hands to her hair, pushing and lifting it up as she posed for his eyes, letting him see every ounce of her amazonian body as she worked herself on him.

Soon, the wicked and weighty 'PATS!' shifted into loud and violent 'THWAPS!' Adarma's hips were a virtual blur, moving faster and faster. Her pussy too clinched harder around his dick, stroking and squeezing him tight!

She could feel it! She could feel all of it! The tightening, the tensing, the way his blood rushed through his veins! Even how his balls drew up close! Not one aspect of Damien's body was hidden; she knew all of it!

More more more! Just a little more! She could feel it! The rising! The surging! The bubbling! Straight from his balls, through his shaft, up to the tip, and finally--

“NNGGHGH! GGAAH-HAAAAAH!!!”

SPOLORT! SPLURT! GPLORRRP!

“YEAH! HAH HAH! FUCK YEAH! FUCKING CUM YOU LITTLE BITCH BOY!!! GGHH!!!”

And cum he did.

Thick, virile seed shot out from Damien's dick, erupting and flooding into Adarma's womb and pussy. Her hips came to a halt as she felt him climax full-force inside of her, sparing not one inch of her cunt. All of it was rushed and overwhelmed with seed, which seemed to come more and more and more. Rich in potency, rough in texture, and hot in temperature, Damien's cum was one of a kind!

If only he could keep cumming. Alas, the weakness of flesh.

His body locked up as he unleashed his seed inside of her, his form matted down in sweat. Toes curled and hands likewise, he kept himself rigid, and wouldn't relax until he finally tanked the entirety of his balls inside of her. It took a while – it was as if he was made to breed! But eventually, his body relaxed, and he slumped against the wall behind him, completely spent and drained of his energy.

“Aahh...!”

A gasp left his lips as he sat there, while Adarma rose her hips. Thick cum sputtered from her pussy, where it oozed down to stain his cock and the floor beneath him.

Still dazed, Damien sat there, panting for breath as his brain struggled to reboot. The hellhound however, came inching closer to her chew toy. Placing her finger on his chin, she tipped his head up, forcing him to look into her red and black eyes. How they swirled, how they whirled, how they captured the sheer horror of hell within them. And how she grinned from cheek to cheek.

“Nmmph!”

“Nnmmff!?”

Without warning, Adarma pulled him into a kiss, one she was quick to dominate. Not that she had to work hard; his tongue merely flopped about while hers attacked. The kiss did not last long however, before the hellhound pulled back, drawing with her a bridge of saliva that burned like her fire did.

“Damien, dalrin',” she said in a sarcastic manner as she dragged her claw along his body, “I'm thinkin'... that you could use a bit more muscle...”

Never. Never ever ever. He was never going to be free of her.

Life with a Hellhound #2

It was hot today.

Summer time! In Document City, summer means one thing: heat. Imagine if you will a concrete jungle, one not too dissimilar to other cities that dots the eastern coast. Your Willingtons, your Concave Cities, your Bellviews... though that's a bit to the west. Imagine all of those concrete walls, those silver reflective skyscrapers, and those black, asphalt roads. Now imagine the sun bearing down on it all relentlessly on a cloudless summer day. Now imagine that the nearest beach – the one belonging to Port Banicker – wasn't actually a beach, and was used more for ships and boats.

But Document City has been here for over a hundred years. If it couldn't stand the summer heat, then no one would live here! When the summer heat starts bearing down on the city, the city responds in kind. It may be 90 degrees... but no one felt it.

Spritz! Spritz! Splaaasssh!

“Nngh...!”

Damien Clark emerged from the metro station, greeted by the sun's overwhelming force... and water from some child's water gun. He looked forward, seeing a couple of kids who had wondered a bit too far from the nearby park, shooting each other with their squirt guns. Their parents were just a few feet away, ushering them back to the park's boundaries, a sight that brought him a smile.

All around him were stuffy businessmen and women, some of which were leaving their jobs, most of which were heading in. He was one of the lucky few who was leaving at around this time, as he had switched from working the day shift to the morning shift. At around two o'clock he was heading home, and it wasn't until around three that he was exiting the metro. At this time, the day was alight with various families enjoying the summer heat.

As he walked forward and traveled through the nearby park, he saw so many people enjoying the time. Various sprinklers had been set up, shooting water in all directions. Even a fire hydrant had been graciously split open by a nearby firehouse, allowing children to frolic about within its water under the watchful eyes of first responders.

Again Damien smiled as he saw all of this. It made the unbearable heat just that much more tolerable... even if it did make his clothes get wet. That's a visit to the dry cleaners over the weekend. But... it would be worth it.

He continued on his invisible path, passing through the park, walking across the street, and heading into some back alleys. This was the shortcut he always took to get to his apartment, as it guided him past two corner stores and put him on a direct path with Graphite Apartments. He entered inside, waved hello to the doorman, then headed to the elevator. Entering inside and pressing the '4' key, he caused the doors to close, and felt the elevator start to move up.

It had been, what, a few months since Adarma had been summoned? And quite a few months it had been. He spent many days hoping with all hope that the hellhound would get bored and leaving him alone. She always bragged about the wicked things she did in Daemonium, be it people she's fought, prey she's feasted upon, or beasts she fucked. Her stories were all boisterous and unbelievable... but she's a blunt hellhound, so he had no reason to doubt them.

But Adarma never stopped. Every night without fail, she appeared in his bedroom to torment/fuck him. And after a while, she just didn't go away. He'd wake up with her in the morning, take a shower, eat breakfast, get dressed, and then leave out for work. All the while, she'd be there. He'd then return him after a day of work, and – you guessed it – she would be there. And on the weekends where he didn't have work, well, you can imagine how his days with the hellhound went then!

Maybe that's why he had come to accept her. Call it genuine affection, or – more accurately – Stockholm Syndrome, but Damien no longer saw her existence as one that brought only pain and misery. He even began to look forward to their time together, as insane as that sounds. And, yes, it is insane.

Maybe it is just Stockholm Syndrome...

Ding!

The elevator doors opened, revealing the fourth floor of his apartment. Walking out, Damien waved towards some of his neighbors who waved back, before coming to his door. Keys in hand, he opened it up and pushed it open...

“Sniff sniff...! Wh... what...?”

Where he was immediately blasted by an all too familiar scent.

Damien walked into his apartment, wearing a curious and confused face as he closed the door behind him. Looking left and right, he saw no sight of the hellhound he lived with... but he could smell her. There was this randy and erotic scent, one that permeated the air and would choke a person if they were unfortunate enough to not be used to it. But he was used to it. How could he not be when he smells it more often than not?

“Adarma...?” he called as he closed and locked the door behind him, “Adarma, is everything okay?”

Walking to his couch, he faced his bedroom's door whilst placing his briefcase down. While he knew Adarma's erotic scent, he'd never smelled it when just walking into his home. This odor was saved for when they were, ya'know, actually fucking. And it's not like she had any sex toys... as far as he knew.

What do demonic sex toys even look like? Actually... don't answer that question...

Whatever was going on, he knew he couldn't wait forever. So he removed his vest from his body, and slowly walked up to his bedroom door. Even just standing here, he could feel the incredible heat Adarma gave off, feeling like he was standing just outside of a microwave that's preparing a meal.

This? This is why he was so used to the feeling of the summer heat. It was nothing compared to her heat.

Damien grabbed his doorknob, twisted it, and pushed his door open.

If it was hot outside, then it was absolutely volcanic on the inside.

Damien flinched as he was blasted by a torrent of heat that made him sweat instantly. Dragging his hand against his brow, he attempted to push through the heat in front of him, where he came face to face with his bed... and the hellhound resting on it.

There Adarma laid, legs softly curled as embers of flames danced around her and on the bed. A voluptuous, amazonian hellhound, one with wild black fur that was occasionally broken up by flashes of red and orange. She was wearing a robe, but it did little to block the view of her powerful body, with her muscular arms and toned legs.

But most striking of all was her hair. He was used to it being long and wild; this unkempt mane that was as chaotic as she was. But now it had been cut short, where it now fell to her neck in something slightly more manageable.

Damien stood at the doorway, gazing upon the hellhound. Adarma was looking back, this saucy smirk on her lips as her tail softly swayed left and right. She was playing things coy... which was not good. Adarma does not play things coy.

“Adarma...?” said Damien as he swallowed heavily, “Is something wrong...?”

“Does somethin' look wrong?” she replied with her trademark sass, “Cuz I gotta say, nothin' feels wrong! Geh heh!”

Curling on her back, the hellhound suddenly sprung herself upright, launching onto her feet to stand before Damien. He stepped back to give her space, watching as the flames on her body exploded, burning the robe she was wearing. When the fire dissipated, she revealed what she wore beneath; this leather jacket, one with spiked shoulders, and – of course – her panties so thin they really didn't constitute as panties. That meant all of her abs, all of her musculature, and her glorious, busty breasts, were on full display before him.

And Damien couldn't look away.

Still grinning, Adarma placed her hand to the side of his head, pinning him to the wall behind her. He locked up and looked at her arm, before dragging his eyes back towards her face.

“Tell me, Damien. What is today?” she asked, to which he shrugged his shoulders.

“Friday...?” he answered, making her nod.

“Yup! Uh-huh! And what's tomorrow?”

“Umm... Saturday...?”

“Ding-Ding! Correct! Tomorrow's Saturday! And what happens to you on Saturday?”

“I'm... off from work?”

“Correct again! I should start tallyin' you for points! Geh heh heh!”

“Is something wrong, Adarma?” Damien asked, only for her hand to suddenly grab his shoulder and pick him up, “Whoa?”

If this were months ago, he would have freaked out far more. But by now, he had grown so used to her manhandling him, that this only garnered slight surprise out of him, instead of abject fear.

With a casual ease, the grinning hellhound picked Damien up, swung him around, and then slammed him into the bed. He jolted in place, his eyes swelling, before looking upwards. Already Adarma had pinned him beneath her body, where she rested atop his hips with this proud smile on her face. Hips rocking back and forth, she could already feel his manhood swelling within his slacks, showing just how ready he was for her, even if he tried to hide it.

Though if he was trying to hide it, he was doing a piss poor job of it.

“Okay then!” said Adarma as she raised her finger, causing her nail to extend, “Let's get you out of these clothes!”

“You...! Nhgh! You're being really aggressive today. Far more than usual,” said Damien as he raised an eyebrow, “Is something wrong?”

“Geeheehee! Wouldn't you like to know,” she said as she placed her finger to his chest, and--

Poke! Fwoooooosh!

Fire! Great hot fire! A mystical fire! A hellfire! It erupted around Damien's body, causing his eyes to grow wide. But he felt no pain, nor the sear feeling of his flesh bubbling and melting away. Instead he felt an all-encompassing warmth. It surrounded him from the neck down, and spread throughout his bed. All the while, Adarma laughed like a fiend she was, indulging in her commanding power. All of that fire kept surging for what felt like minutes, but was only seconds. And when it finished with a loud--

Fooop!

So too did Damien's clothes.

He was completely naked, with his work attire having been removed by the mystical flames. But instead of usual where he'd be angered by Adarma tearing his clothes to shreds, this time he was uncharacteristically calm. Why? Well, he looked over towards the corner of his bedroom where there laid a chair. And neatly folded within it were the clothes he was just wearing.

Adarma had – thankfully – come to understand how important his clothes were to him, and how tiresome it would be to keep buying new clothes every time she was feeling amorous. So instead of ripping them apart, she used her magic to whisk them around.

At least, this time she did. There were still frequent occasions where she just said 'Fuck it', and ripped his clothes off anyway! It must be a canine thing...

Placing her hands on his chest, Adarma pinned him beneath her body, drawing his gaze up to the wicked smirk she wore on her lips. Once again she was playing things coy, despite having just thrown him into their bed and burned away his clothes. What was her game here? She was up to something, but what that something was he didn't know. This just wasn't like the hellhound at all.

“Adarma... if something was wrong, you'd tell me, right?” asked Damien, causing her to tilt her head to the side.

“Won't you just shut up and get fucked already?” she replied before diving in and-- “Nmmphf!”

“Hmmmf!?”

With all the aggression one would expect of a hellhound, Adarma pressed her lips hard into Damien's. He was taken aback by her viciousness... but was quick to start kissing back. This wasn't the same man who she met when she first was summoned. Sure, he was still nothing compared to her might, but you'd never know that if you were to see her now. The way he kissed her, how he pressed back, even how his chest pushed inward, showed this aggressiveness to him.

He wasn't just going to lay back and do nothing!

Their tongues fought between their mouths, vying for dominance and supremacy. The longer it went on, the more Adarma smiled, indulging in the kiss. She loved how much he fought back; it made the game more fun! Imagine if your prey just sat down and accepted their fate; that was no good! She's killed plenty who just... gave up, and it was always so boring.

But Damien? Though he saw himself as being boring, he wasn't boring in the slightest. He fought back, and refused to just let her have her way with him. He went from being just a nice cock to fuck, to a being she may even consider her partner. From a chew toy to a proper mate... but she still wasn't convinced yet! She needed just a tiny bit more evidence!

Shlup!

Their lips left one another, flinging drool about. Damien panted momentarily for breath, while the hellhound above him grinned from cheek to check. She indulged in the look in his eyes, seeing just how aroused and desperate he was for her. His hands then raised up, where he placed them on her hips. Gripping tight, he felt how firm and taut her body was, as her flesh barely broke, no matter how hard he squeezed her. Her fur too bristled and brushed against his palms, being so damn coarse.

“Adarma...” he whispered.

She didn't reply, instead keeping her hands pinned to the side of his head. He couldn't move, just sit there and steadily draw his hands up her voluptuous body. His palms stroked along her flat and toned core, before coming all the way up towards her busty tits.

So hot. So heavy. If Adarma's breasts fell on you, it would feel like a bag of bricks. A bag of shapely and erotic bricks, but bricks nonetheless. When he cupped them, he felt the incredible heat of her ever burning fire within, and it coaxed him to squeeze her tits as best he could. His fingers sank and sank, while her tits pushed back against him.

He then pulled his hands up, where he ground his palms against her onyx nipples. Her plump nipples ground hard against his touch, being so big and thick. His fingers then squeezed her nipples, pinching them between his index finger and thumbs. Tweaking them, poking them, twisting them around and around.

And he did it so fucking hard.

Damien wasn't gentle in the least bit. There was so much aggression behind his touches, as if he was unleashing some of his pent up frustrations! Frustrations with his job, frustrations with his bills, hell, even frustrations with her; he hid nothing!

To a normal woman, this would hurt. But, of course, Adarma is anything but normal. He had long since learned that the hellhound thrived off of his rougher and more intense touches! The kneading, the groping, the harsh squeezes; each one of his touches caused her back to arch and drew throaty groans from her boorish lips.

“Fuck yeaaaaahh!”

Plap!

Bringing up his head, Damien dove his face between her tits, where he groaned against her. His mouth opened up, he captured one of her nipples into his mouth, biting and suckling on her tit as hard as he could. Again, he bit down hard, clamping upon her sensitive nubs like a pair of jumper cables minus the electricity! And just like with her hands before, Adarma loved it! The intense biting caused her lips to break out into a kooky smile, while she looked up to the ceiling with a sliver of drool hanging from her maw.

“Fuuuuuck...! Nngghh! You're so damn needy, Damien!” she cried, “Geh heh heh!”

As he sucked on her tits, her hand slithered down his body. Along all of his bite and scratch marks her palm teased, stopping only when she came to his crotch. Right here, between his legs, his thick and throbbing member was already at its zenith. The balls were heavy, the veins were proud, and from the tip oozed precum which was so sticky and clear. She gripped his member, rubbing the head of it with her palm to smear about his precum, while her nails scratched at the rest of his length. All of her touches sent jolts throughout Damien's body, causing him to pull from her tits with a loud--

“Ggghhaaaahah...!”

Oh fuck. If she kept this up, he'd come from here mere handjob. But Adarma would be displeased with that. She wouldn't let him cum, not until she had her taste!

Pulling away from Damien's face, the hellhound shot him a wicked glare as she crawled down his body. The air was filled not only with her wicked flames, but by her equally as wicked giggles as she came to a stop above his length. Gripping it by the base, she held his member straight whilst looking up at him with her red and black eyes. From her smiling mouth her tongue slithered out, where she began dragging it upon the head of his dick.

Around and around and around her tongue swirled, spreading her drool along his length, and pushing her heat into his length. He moaned and laid back as his sensitive cock was toyed with by the voracious hellhound, who spared little quarter for him. Her tongue trailed along his veins, ground around his glands, before coming to a stop as she rested it upon the floor of her mouth. And as his cock rested there, he watched as her maw opened up wider and wider, revealing the depths within.

And then she began pushing dowwwwnnnn.

“Nnmmmmmmmmmmm...”

Damien's cock slid into Adarma's awaiting maw, being clamped and surrounded on all sides by her incredibly hot maw. All of her drool endlessly drizzled on his length, tangling him up in her hot saliva. He also felt the texture of her mouth, be it her rough tongue, or the roof of her mouth. Her teeth too plucked and ground along his dick, pinching him juuuuuuust enough to send shudders down his spine, and cause his head to lean back.

“Gaaaaah...!”

A sharp groan of lust left Damien's lips, while his feet and toes curled. His hips too pushed upwards, softly thrusting his dick into her mouth. Adarma didn't even flinch. He could have treated her mouth like her pussy, and fucked his cock as deep into her as he pleased, and not even that would be enough to make her gag! The hellhound had larger things inserted in her mouth; this was nothing!

Let your imagination think what those 'larger things' were!

As Damien's cock slid into her throat, Adarma tightened around him. He felt every bump and ridge of the hellhound's esophagus hold him hostage, refusing to let go. Her powerful lips pressed up against his pubic hair, kissing him on his pelvis as she held close, and refused to budge.

And her eyes – her malign, malicious, malevolent red and black eyes – looked up at him. As Damien melted with pleasure, she watched his every reaction, indulging in it. It's one thing to dominate and overpower her prey. It's something else entirely to make them submit. And while Damien would rise to challenge her every now and then, they both knew who was really in control.

“Sliiiiiidee! Nmph! Puuuuuussshh! Hnnnmph...! Sliiiiiiideee! Nmmph! Puuuuuusssh! Mmmph!”

Back and forth, with slow slides and even slower pushes, Adarma guided her head along Damien's dick. He watched her travel from the base to the tip, leaving his length lathered in her heated drool, which oozed down upon his thighs and bed. She was flawless with her fellatio, showing no issues as her head moved up and down. And as the seconds ticked on, her movements grew quicker and easier. Soon, her head was bobbing up and down, traveling upon his cock with nary an issue, and smiling as she did so.

His cock throbbed like mad in her maw, his balls tightening and drawing in close. So easily he could unleash his seed, and plaster her mouth and throat with cum. But he didn't. No, no, no! That would be too soon, wouldn't it! She didn't want her possible mate to be a quick shot, even when he was being assailed by her diabolical blowjob! No! He needed to be more resilient than that!

And Damien knew this!

Raising up on his bed, he rested his back against the bedpost while keeping his legs open. His eyes were locked on Adarma's head, watching her short hair flutter up and down as she swallowed his cock over and over again. She wasn't just good at sucking on his length, she was so damn good at deepthroating him, easily taking him into her throat and pulling back without even needing to breathe! And when she tightened, it was like she was trying to draw the cum from his balls like his cock was a straw!

But!

Damien wasn't just going to lay here and be devoured by the hellhound. She was between his legs, giving him the power... minuscule though it may be. If there was ever a moment to try and claim some modicum of strength over her, it was now!

Grab!

“Hmmmph! Hgthghghghghghgh!”

Although... why did she have to laugh?

Bringing over his hand, Damien placed it atop Adarma's head and between her ears. She didn't even stop sucking his dick when he did so, instead looking up at her with her lips curling into a saucy grin. He gritted his teeth in return, annoyed by how much she belittled him... and prepared to show her who's boss!

So he gripped her head hard, digging his nails into her scalp, drew back his hips slowly, and--

PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT!

Like a jackhammer they use at his job, Damien launched his cock into the Adarma's awaiting mouth. Precum and saliva snapped and flew in all directions as his pelvis smacked up against her lips, while the hellhound's whorish moans grew deeper and hungrier. Finally there was a break in her cocky visage, as her eyes rolled back, and a moan of pleasure left her lips.

Oh, his taste so so good! The salt, the sweat, the heat, it all combined in her mouth, and danced on her tongue. She groaned around his cock, pushed out her chest too, while he continued pounding away.

With each thrust, he felt his dick tighten further, and felt his balls draw close. Faster and faster his orgasm approached, reaching that zenith at a blistering pace! His balls too smacked up against her chin, jostling and spread out more sweat which glistened on her fur. Steam flew off of Damien's body, and while it wasn't the same as Adarma's fire, it showed the force of his power nonetheless.

More and more! He felt his limit vast approaching. Gritting his teeth, he ground them together as he placed his other hand on her head. With both holding her in place with all his might, he fucked her mouth and throat as hard as he fucking could! Her lips, her tongue, her teeth, her throat; he felt every inch with his sensitive cock! And after one thrust too many...

“GUH!”

SHLIP!

Damien suddenly pulled out. But it wasn't because he was done. Nope. He was going to shoot his seed...

SPURT!

All over her face!

From his cock, Damien launched blast after blast of seed. It rocketed from his dick, and spread out over Adarma's face, marring her black and red features white. Thick globules of spunk oozed down her face and features, sinking deep enough to soak into her fur.

And Adarma basked in it.

The hellhound groaned as she felt the cum of her lover stain her body. Its smell was potent, its heat incredible, and the texture was unmatched. The way it spread out over her face, being so thick and stringy, was like having erotic syrup poured on her face. Maybe for a normal woman, this would be too much, but not for Adarma. For Adarma...

“Nnnngggghhaaaaaa!”

She groaned with approval, her hands groping and kneading at his legs and thighs. Several moments past of her indulging in the feeling of his cum, her tongue slipping out to lick up some of his cum that oozed down her features. When it slipped on her tongue, she moaned and nodded, while her lips curled into this wicked grin that spread out wide.

Damien sat there, feeling like he was in a space void of time. Just looking down, he gazed upon Adarma's face, watching his cum ooze down her features, and the wicked smile she wore. He then fell back, collapsing upon his bed as he let out a deep breath he didn't know he was holding. Damn. Who'd think fucking her mouth would be so draining?

Laying there, he remained immobile for several moments, taking that time to catch his breath. Between the heat caused by Adarma's existence and the energy he expelled in fucking her mouth, he was covered in sweat. It left his body glistening under the light of his bedroom, while the hellhound slowly rose up.

Sitting upright on his hips to straddle him, Adarma placed one hand on his chest, while the other hand dragged upon her cheek. His cum was swiped up from her fingers, with her slipping it around to plug into her mouth. Moaning around him, the randy taste and thick texture of her lover's spunk was enough to make her tail and ears point straight up, before falling down as her black and red eyes once again fell upon him.

“Nmmm...! Tasted so good,” she commented before tilting her head to the side, “Was it good for you too?”

“I uh...” Damien muttered back before pushing up his chest, “Ggh...! I thought you didn't do foreplay.”

“Foreplay? You consider fucking my mouth 'foreplay'?” she repeated, “Geh heh heh! That's very funny of you, Damien.”

“I... uh...” he shrugged his shoulders, “Hm... guess you're right.”

“What's wrong, Damien?” she asked, her head tilting to the other side, “You seem a bit distant. Do you need sometime gettin' your little man up? Geh...” she threw up her hands, “You mortals are such fragile creatures. You should be lucky I decided to make you mine.”

“Rrrriiiiiiiggggghhhhht,” he replied.

Maybe it was the post-nut clarity he was suffering that made him so... deep in thought. It wasn't the first time it happened and it wouldn't be the last, but it still affected him all the same. Many things had changed due to Adarma's existence, the least of which being the constant fucking. When she first showed up in his life, he was constantly terrified that she'd pop up out of nowhere. It got to the point that he was looking forward to death just to escape her wrath, as morbid as that is to say.

But... damn... maybe accepting one's fate is really powerful. It left him feeling more liberated than he thought he would. Was this what Nihilism is like?

Adarma noticed his contemplative face, causing her to leer at him in annoyance. With her hand on his chest, she scratched into his body, snapping him from his thoughts and making him look up. Coming face to face with the annoyed pout on her face, he started smiling sheepishly, but she shook her head.

“I-is something wrong?” he asked in an embarrassed manner.

“That's what I asked you...” she growled, “If you have a problem, Damien, just say it to my face. I can't risk my chew toy being so weak-willed that he can't talk to me.”

Damien looked up at her, somewhat incredulous. Talk to her? She did realize she was the being responsible for this in him, right? Her constant tormenting during the early onset of their 'relationship' was enough to make any normal man shrink. Not only that, but she currently had his cum oozing down her face! Talking to anyone in such a state would be difficult!

Ahem...

“Well...” Damien muttered as he laid his head back, “I'm just thinking about how things have changed since you were summoned. I didn't think I'd be in a bed with any woman, at least not yet. I had always planned on starting dating after I climbed up a few rungs at my job. But then my birthday happened, and then you happened and... guh...” he closed his eyes, “Ya'know, my friends don't talk to me anymore. Marvin, Peter, Carl, they don't even look at me anymore. And Marvin...” he shrugged his shoulders, “He only talks to me to ask what the hell happened, cuz he never learned after you flicked him.”

“What? Your 'friends'?” said Adarma incredulously, “Damien, don't actually tell me you cared about those bunch a nerds...” she placed her fists on her hips, glaring at him, “I don't think I need to tell you this, but they weren't your friends. They were a bunch of horny idiots who were totally gonna sacrifice you for a chance to fuck a succubus,” she shook her head, “Idiots, the lot of 'em. If they really did summon a succubus, she would've fucked them all to death, includin' you!”

“I... well... um...”

“Besides, I think they get the memo,” said Adarma with a wry grin, “Hell, sometimes when we fuck, I send photos of us fuckin' to them with your phone. Sooo... I think that might be one reason why they don't wanna talk to you.”

“You do WHAT!?”

“Grah hah hah hah!”

She laughed. His response was a little less than enthused. Looking up at her, face pale and eyes wide, he tried to rise some modicum of anger towards the hellhound and what she had done... but he just couldn't. Was he angry? Yes. Was he annoyed? Of course. Was he embarrassed? Highly! Like, seriously, what photos was she sending to his coworkers!?

But for ass angry, annoyed, and as embarrassed as he was, he just couldn't bring himself to loathe the hellhound. She was crass and rude and oh so damn devious... but he liked that about her. He liked how blunt she was, hiding nothing. There was no fear of burning bridges with her. Even bridges she did burn weren't bridges that needed to be there in her eyes.

It was refreshing for Damien, who lived his life mostly bound by rules and schedules. She was like a sledgehammer in all of that, destroying the concrete walls of normality and introducing some danger in his life. Of course, he would have preferred it if she was a normal woman instead of a literal demon, but hey, beggars can't be choosers.

“Okay... enough of this,” said Adarma, causing flames to rise up through her body.

From her toes up to her head, her sinister hellfire traveled through her body like the waves of the ocean. Laying there, Damien watched as the hellhound burned away the cum he had stained on her face, making her clean. Or, well, as clean as she can be since ash still soaked into her fur and body.

“Now we're gonna fuck!” she said with that wicked grin on her lips.

Popping a squat above Damien and his waist, Adarma's wicked grin spread out on her lips as she reached down and gripped his cock. Her grip was firm, squeezing and running her palms along his length with stroke after stroke. Each touch, each squeeze, each pluck of her nails, drew a groan from his lips, and caused his manhood to pump and throb in her hand. Blood raced through his manhood, forcing it to stiffen further and further until it wasn't a mere penis he had between his legs, but a metal pole. Nodding in approval, Adarma gave his dick one last squeeze, before angling the head of it up against her sweltering folds.

By now, Damien was more than used to the feeling of her toned lips press against his cock. And yet, her touch was still enough to send shakes and shudders through her body. Her mound pushed down against his cock, stroked against his cock, oozed her burning nectar all upon him. Each touch was like a taunt, as if teasing him with what was going to happen.

Bringing up his hands, Damien placed them upon Adarma's toned thighs... and then gripped her hard. He wasn't trying to push her away, stop her, or even slow her down. No, he was merely bracing for the impact.

It's not like he could stop her anyway.

Puuuuuuuuuussssssssssssssssh!

“Nngggghhh!!”

“Grrrrgggghh!”

This pressure! This strength! This heat! It all surrounded his cock, burying him down to the hilt. She squeezed around his cock, holding him deep as she sank down further, while the untouchable heat of her body swarmed around within her. Every bump, ridge and fold of her domineering cunt clamped around his cock, ran along his cock, molded to his cock, meaning he could feel all of her. And she wouldn't stop until she sat down full on him.

Pat...

The full weight and heat of the hellhound bared down upon him, while she stretched her arms up. Placing it behind her back, Adarma gave a tight flesh, causing her musculature to bulge, and her breasts to bounce before his eyes. This body – this powerful, glorious, untouchable body – was his to indulge in and his alone. She could have easily fucked anyone she pleased, but she didn't. There's no point in sleeping with someone who she thought was boring. So for Damien to not only entertain her, but to do so consistently for night after night, was impressive in her eyes. He should be proud... no matter how cursed this was.

Alright. It was time to move.

Thwap!

“Guh!?”

The full weight of Adarma's body fell down upon Damien and his body, sending a wave through him and the bed beneath them. He groaned in pleasure and pushed out with his chest, while the hands on her thighs gave her tight squeeze. They could do nothing to stop the hellhound from rising her hips once again... and dropping them just as quickly.

Adarma was relentless. She was always relentless. But now, there was this greed behind her wicked hips. She wasn't just fucking him to force her dominion over him, she was fucking him for... another reason. What that 'other reason' was, he didn't know, but damn did she want it!

The hellhound's thrusting hips didn't stop, nor would they. No matter how much he squeezed her, pushed against her, tried to slow her down, he just couldn't. Damien bit his bottom lip and tensed his body to brace for the impacts, but that did nothing. If he was going to survive this with his hips intact, he was going to need to fight back! So...

THAP! THAP! THAP!

He started thrusting, launching his cock upwards into Adarma's greedy snatch. It wasn't much – he was like a small hammer wailing away at a titanium wall! – but it was better than nothing. And with his size in relation to hers, he was capable of making her bounce just a bit! His steely cock slammed into her pussy, scraping along her walls and pushing up against her womb. The more he fucked her, the hotter she became, and the hotter she became, the more aggressive she grew. More drool oozed from her lips, while the smile she wore grew wider and wider. The heat and flames on her body also increased, burning to the point that it was equivalent to battle aura! She would not and could not be taken down! She wasn't going to stop until he finally exploded!

And, dammit, she was going to make that happen!

THWAP! THAP! THWAP! THAP! THWAP THAP THWAP! THAP THAP THAP!!!

The loud and intense sounds of their melding bodies was matched only by the wicked force which echoed from their bodies. Over and over again the bed beneath them creaked and bent, as if it would shatter to pieces beneath them. The various objects in his bedroom too began to rattle and shake, with many falling over. They weren't just making a mess of each other, they were making a mess of his bedroom as a whole!

But Adarma didn't care, and why should she? Noooooo, the hellhound kept her hands on Damien's chest, pinning him to the mattress as her hips kept rising up and down. The wicked sound of her relentless pounding, the tightening of her cunt, and the unmatched heat of her body, all mixed together to create this loud and lewd orchestra that sounded higher and higher. And Damien himself – for as strong as he was – began to crack under the pressure.

His stamina had increased tenfold since Adarma's summoning, but that meant little when the hellhound was a relentless machine! She just couldn't, no, she wouldn't stop! And as her suckling cunt rumbled upon his length, he felt his loins start to tighten. No more hiding back. This was always a losing battle. But the fact that he battled regardless was what brought Adarma the most joy. And now at the absolute zenith, Damien pulled back, shot his hips up, and--

“GGRRRAAAAAHHH!!!”

Ah. Yes. There it was. Euphoria.

SPORT! SPURRT! SPLORRT!

His cock launched, shooting seed which spread throughout Adarma's cunt. Like time and time before, his flowing seed erupted in the hellhound's pussy, painting her black cunt white with his hot seed. She stopped her movement, instead straightening up as seed spurted out with so much force that it ran down his length and stained his balls. Straightening up, Adarma's body grew as rigid as a statue, while the grin on her lips grew even longer.

Sweat percolated down the hellhound's body, and the fire she summoned dissipated into a soft simmer. His thick and virile seed swelled within her cunt, adding a heat that mixed with her own outwardly burning fire. She felt it on a finite level, surging within her, burning within her, giving life within her.

And she loved it!

“Aaaaaahhhh...”

Adarma's grin shifted into a smile, but her fangs continued plucking at her bottom lip. Softly rocking her hips back and forth, she further stimulated his cock and her folds as his seed bubbled within her. And Damien himself?

“Gghh...! Aaah...!”

He fell back in his bed, covered in twice as much sweat as she did. The spirit he had to fight back had left him, leaving Damien as nothing more than a near unconscious slump. Nights with Adarma were always and intense, and while he was significantly stronger now than he had been before, this tryst right now felt so much more raw than usual. She wasn't just fucking him, she was breeding with him.

Breeding him. Wait a second...

Shlup!

“Aah...!”

“Geeeheeeheeee!”

Pulling up, Adarma drew her spent pussy off of Damien's cock, chortling all the while. His thick length stood tall, his cum and her pussy juices oozing down it, while the cooler air of his bedroom brushed along him. He looked at his cock, watched it throb too, before staring up towards the smirking face the hellhound wore.

“Adarma,” he whispered before taking a deep breath, “Nnggh... what's going on?”

“Hm? Somethin' happenin'?” she replied sarcastically whilst crossing her arms, “I dunno. This seems pretty normal for us.”

“It is but...” he replied whilst weakly pushing himself up, “Ggghhh...! I'm... I'm not an idiot. You were way more aggressive than usual, and... and you cut your hair... and...” he shrugged his shoulders, “Even this heat is different from usual.”

“Really? What makes it so much different from usual?” she asked as she placed her fists on her hips, “Tell me, Damien...”

“I uh... it... um...” he mumbled back as he closed his eyes, “It's just so much more... warm. Your heat is usually... well... like a fire. It never hurts me, but it burns just enough to remind me that it is hot. But this heat is more like... more like... standing in the middle of a sauna. I'm hot, but I'm not as hot as I usually am. Adarma...” he tilted his head, “You're up to something. What is it?”

She didn't answer him. Instead, he watched as the smile on her face grew wider and wider. Confused, Damien laid there as his mind struggled to come up with an answer to Adarma's weird shift in personality. Maybe he was getting too into it, but...

“Breeding...?” he whispered, causing her to straighten up, “Is... is that...” he looked up, her head tilted to one side, “Is that what you want to do? Breed, not just fuck? Adarma... do you want children?”

“Pups!” she corrected, jolting him in place, “I don't want children. Children are weak and pathetic. They grow up to be boring mortals with boring jobs who couldn't protect themselves. I want pups. Strong pups who will grow into stronger hellhounds! Ones who will dominate the land for centuries to come! And so, I have chosen you to be the one who will give those pups to me,” she tilted her head, “You should be thankful, Damien. Such a high honor to fall upon a mortal like you.”

She wanted... pups? Adarma wanted to have pups? And with him?

How was it only now did he think about such a thing? With all the times he's plowed his seed into her pussy – including right now! – this thought should have come to mind much earlier! But it was only now – when she point-blank told him that she wanted pups – that he realized that their coupling could bare fruit.

Damn. He really was an opaque idiot, wasn't he?

Still, hearing her desire for children seemed to activate something within Damien. For as passive and accepting as he had been thus far, he found himself growing strong beneath Adarma. Even the hellhound was taken aback as she noticed him shift, causing her to fall off of his body as he stood up on his bed.

“I'll do it!” he said with conviction, making her cock her head, “I'll give you all the pups you could ever want!”

“Damien... why are you actin' like that?” she asked back, more confused than amused.

Her response was what was hanging between his legs... as it suddenly sprung up to smack her in the cheek.

Adarma flinched and looked down. Despite having just planted a bomb of seed inside of her womb, Damien's dick was somehow back up to 100%. Steaming of sweat, cum and pussy juices, it swung over towards her face, splattering some more cum on her cheek. She looked at it, eyebrow raised in surprise... then slowly swung her eyes back up towards the man standing in front of him.

Damien's body was fuming. The idea of breeding her like some bitch activated something primal within him. What? Did he think this would be enough to dominate her? He certainly looked like it would! Was that him being courageous and maybe even a little bit arrogant? Maybe. But she was curious to see where things would go from here.

Reaching for his cock, Adarma wrapped her hand around it and jerked it off, while this wicked grin spread wider on her cheeks. Back and forth her hand traveled along his length, feeling it pulse and throb with a strength unlike ever before. If his words weren't enough, then his body certainly proved it; he was going to fuck her!

And Adarma was ready for it. She'd play along for now; see if he really was worthy enough to have children with her.

Pursing her lips, the hellhound gave a kiss to the tip of Damien's cock, before pushing her mouth around it fully. The salt, sweat and spunk that surrounded his cock gave it an additional flavor, one that drew moans from her lips. She moaned around him, while her lips curled into a wide smile, even with her mouth full of cock.

Like before, Adarma had no qualms pushing herself down fully on his dick. It pushed past her teeth, along her tongue, and slipped right into her tight throat, before withdrawing all the way back to the tip. Once, twice, thrice, she performed this action, not bothered in the slightest! Damien meanwhile grew tenser, his muscles flexing.

As amazing as her blowjob felt, that's not what he wanted to feel. No. She needed strength! He'd already fucked her mouth before. Now, he was going to fuck something else.

Damien pulled back, drawing his cock out of her mouth. Drool and cum were flung about by his harsh retreat, while she looked up at him with an eyebrow raised. What was he up to? She didn't have to wait long for an answer, as he suddenly grabbed her by the shoulder, and forcefully pushed her over.

“Ngghmph!?”

Forced into the bed, Adarma looked over her shoulder towards Damien, who positioned himself behind her ass. For a few moments he just sat there, marveling at the wide shape of her ass. But once his cock started throbbing with need again, he sucked in air through his nose and got to work.

Gripping his dick by the base, Damien pressed the head of it up against her folds. Up and down he ground the head of his cock against her, forcing these growling groans from her lips. Adarma's claws had extended out, tearing holes into his bed sheets as she gripped them tight. They were daunting growls, terrifying ones... but he pushed on nonetheless.

Left. Right. Left. Right. His cock worked over the toned folds of her ebony cunt. And after pushing inside of her just a little bit...

THAP!

“GAAAH!?”

Damien force the rest of his cock inside.

His length spread apart Adarma's folds, causing her head to jerk up as she clinched her teeth. Drool froth from her lips as his burly length pushed deep, the head of it kissing up against her womb. Damien's himself stared down towards her ass, watching as it pressed up against his waist. So curvy, so firm, and right now, so ready for the taking.

Adarma didn't like foreplay, so why bother with it? He was already balls deep inside. It was time to show her what he could do for a change!

THWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAP!!!

With how he was moving right now, you'd never think he was the one who was just getting fucked a few moments ago.

Damien's body was a machine, one that thrusted and fucked Adarma with all the strength he could muster! His cock was a piston, one that shot in and out of her with a relentless aggression. The impacts of their bodies sounded off against the walls of his apartment, getting louder and louder with his every thrust. And as he thrusted into her with reckless abandon, he raised his hand up high and--

SMACK!

“GGH!?”

He swatted her ass with an open palm. It struck her butt with so much force, he felt the pain, not just her. Damn, did striking her ass activate something within him. He'd never done something so bold before, mostly from fear of how she'd react. But instead of shrinking with fear of what he'd done, he rose his hand once again and--

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

His hand was relentless, striking her ass left and right as he thrusted into her toned cunt. Adarma's body lurched forward from the impacts of his cock, while her ass quaked from the powerful swats. She growled, gritted her teeth too, but otherwise did nothing to stop him from fucking her. She just sat there and took it, accepting every thrust of his burly cock into her greedy snatch.

But Damien wasn't pleased with just spanking or fucking. He needed to prove to her that he wasn't her chew toy anymore. If she really wanted those strong pups, he was going to show her why he needed to be respected!

Grab! YANK!

“GRRRGGH!? WHAT THE FUCK!?”

If his spanking was bold before, then what does that make his tail pulling? Audacious? Dauntless maybe? Perhaps one would say stupid?

Yeah. It was probably stupid. But in this moment, he could care less about any of that!

Grabbing a hold of Adarma's tail, Damien gave it a hard pull, causing her ass to jerk back. She gritted her teeth and growled at him, shooting him a challenging and annoyed glare from over her shoulder. But once again, he did nothing to stop her. Accepting his savagery over her, the hellhound remained in place, feeling her tail being pulled and her pussy being thrusted into. The flames on her body exploded outward however, flowing over her like water. But not even that would stop Damien from claiming her cunt.

“Oh no you don't!” he shouted as he reached up and grabbed her shoulders.

With a jerk, he pulled Adarma back, causing her to grunt. He then yanked his cock from her cunt, causing her flames to explode and then flicker. But before they could swell once again, Damien pulled the hellhound over, resting her in the bed. She looked up at him, watching his muscles tense and swell, while he glared back down upon him.

For a second he stood there, as if time had frozen in place. His cock was still hard, Adarma's pussy was still wet, and her erratic flames were still burning. So what was he waiting for? The hellhound even shot him an annoyed glare as if to say...

What the hell are you gonna do now?

Oh, he had an answer.

Damien moved down and pushed his hips forward. At the same time, he gripped and lifted Adarma's legs up. Teeth clinched, she once again gripped the bed sheets beneath her as she watched her legs stretch further and further into the air... and then arch further beyond that! At the same time, he pressed and ground the head of his cock up against her pussy, nudging her folds open. Just like before, he worked the head of his cock inside of her snatch...

THWAP!

“GRAAAAHH!!!”

And then slammed the rest inside of her.

His cock ran deep, pushing all the way to her core. Adarma didn't only cry out, her back arched off the bed as well and she screwed her eyes shut. Damien's back too arched as he gritted his teeth and gripped her legs tight. But instead of sitting there and taking his time to get used to this feeling...

THWAP THWAP THWAP THWAP THWAP!!!

He was immediately fucking her, pounding his cock into her snatch without sparing her any quarter. His length scraped along the walls of her cunt like he had done before, sending quakes throughout the rest of her. Whenever his body slammed into her, her tits bounced up. And when her tits bounced up, they flew so far that they smacked against the bottom of her chin!

Tightening his grip on her legs even further, Damien continued pushing her over. Any and all mental faculties were lost to him now; he was nothing more than a rabid beast, one poised on fucking her until his legs gave out. No, not just fucking her, but breeding her. That's what she wanted, right? That's why his apartment was hotter compared to usual! It wasn't just her hellfire, it was her heat.

Like a bitch in need.

And to help make sure that she ended up this night knocked up by his seed, he pushed her legs over and over and over! They didn't just dangle in the air, they draped over his hips as he continued driving his cock into her snatch!

He put her into a mating press!

This would help! Oh yes! This would make it impossible for her not to get knocked up! With how he was angled, the cum in his balls would have no choice but to inseminate her eggs! Of course, that was just his lust-addled brain thinking... if he was thinking at all! But, hey, they don't call it a 'mating press' for no reason, right?

Eh...

Harder and harder, louder and louder, he fucked Adarma to the point that his bed had passed the breaking point. Had it not been for the hellhound's magic, it would have collapsed under the pressure like his couch did over a month ago! But even her magic was starting to wane as he fucked her.

But, sure, fine, whatever, he didn't care! His entire apartment could burst into flames and he'd still keep fucking her! All of his muscles, all of his strength, even his very soul! He was using every aspect of his body to fuck this hellhound, and knock her up!

Just one! Two! Three! More times and...!

“GRRAAHA!”

“HGGGGGGHHH!!!”

SPLORT! SPURT! SPLUUURT!

SQUUUUUUIIIRRRRRRRRT!

Thick, voluminous, virile cum. Like before, he tanked all of it inside of Adarma's womb, sparing little space for anything else. But unlike last time, his orgasm was matched by the hellhound's own. Clear, heavy, and molten-hot feminine jizz squirted from her pussy, exploding out from her snatch with so much force, that it mixed with his cum and showered down his length. Their projectile orgasms were so intense that they stained the blankets beneath them, and created an odor so powerful, that it would choke the noses of anyone unfortunate enough to breathe it in.

Damien pulled back, retreating from Adarma and drawing his cock from her folds. A lewd 'Shlip!' noise echoed out as his penis popped from her pussy, flinging cum about as he did so. Sitting back on his butt, he sat there for a few moments to catch his breath. His eyes then moved forward, locking in on Adarma's pussy, and his cum as it oozed out of her.

The hellhound's legs were spread, the flames on her body had shifted into a simmer, and she was panting for breath. Looking down her body, she gazed at her cum-stained loins, watching as his seed and his feminine cum oozed out and stained the bed beneath them. Her hand stroked down her body, gliding along her chest, running down her abs, and coming to a stop at her pussy. Ah... it was so hot...

Seeing his handiwork, a swelling of pride began pushing through Damien's chest. He'd done it! He'd bred her! And unlike before, Adarma wasn't rising up to immediately pin him to the bed! She appeared taken aback, and needed to catch her breath for a change!

The smile that spread on his lips couldn't really be described. It was joyous, it was confused, it was excited, it was delirious, it was all of these emotions and more. He even started laughing as he placed his hand on his sweaty head! To him, it felt as if he'd just surmounted the world's tallest mountain.

Too bad that mountain could move.

“Heeeey... what's so fuckin' funny...?” asked Adarma via a growl.

That instantly cut his laughing short.

Damien's eyes opened and he looked forward. Gazing at the hellhound, he watched as she rose up slowly, the flames on her body having grown once again. His laughter came to an abrupt stop and his eyes swelled in size. Expression locked into this stunned visage of surprise and creeping fear, he watched as Adarma stood before him, seemingly unaffected by the mating press she just suffered. In fact, she appeared empowered by it! The flames on her body exploded, flowing outward from her body in a showing of force... and to prove her continued superiority of him.

“I quite like how ballsy ya were,” said Adarma as a wicked grin spread out over her lips, “It was pretty fuckin' hot. But I think ya got a bit too cocky for your own damn good. So now, I gotta fuck some sense back into ya!”

“Fuck some... sense... back into me...?” Damien replied, wilting slightly, “A-are you sure you're not being a bit too... extra?” Grab! “Oh shit...”

“Nope!” said the hellhound whilst grabbing and pulling him up, “This shit is only grettin' started! NNNMPH!!!”

“HMMMMPH!?”

Their lips crashed together in a kiss, with Adarma being the one in control. She so truly loved how he tried to fight back, how he tried to prove himself stronger than he was. But like any good tamer, she needed to make sure he knew who was in control. She may slack on him every now and then, but she was always the master.

Always!

…

“Man... it's really raining cats and dogs out there...”

“And according to the weather app, it is not going to get any better any time soon.”

Foreman Dynamics was like most businesses, and like most businesses, it has two sides. The first side is the side most think about when they hear the name 'Foreman Dynamics'. A factory, it creates certain utilities for things like vehicles and machines. Typically things like car belts, but they've been known to construct other things like the rivets for steel drivers, or even engines for hydraulic presses.

But on the other side of Foreman Dynamics, there was the business. The area where a bunch of men and women dressed in business formal, sit in cubicles in front of computer screens, where they endlessly type away and to perform such thrilling tacks like data analysis, or schedule mock ups. Among many, many, many other 'fun' things.

And one of those people were Damien Clark.

A cup in hand filled to the brim with cold water, he gazed out the windows of his office towards the city outside. The raining city outside. Document City was an amazing place to live, but it was was also recognized for its weather issues. Specifically the surprisingly powerful storms that can form during the summer and fall months.

And one such storm was baring down upon their fair metropolis. Rain fell relentlessly from the skies, creating puddles that could reach up to one's ankles, and – in certain locations – even their waists. Wind too was blowing through the land, picking up trash and tossing it about. Those unfortunate enough to be driving through this mess were met with low visibility, and those brave (/stupid) enough to walk through would have to contend with winds strong enough to knock them off their feet! For the others – such as Damien himself – he was safely in the warm confides of his job, idly sipping on his cup of water with one hand on his shoulder, and his face one of mild curiosity.

Once again, Document City was recognized for its strong storms. It had long since been reinforced to deal with these strong winds and relentless rain. When in doors, the storm could be rendered so meek that it was almost quaint. Sometimes, just listening to the storm outside was enough to put one's mind at ease.

Oh yeaah...

There was one slight problem though, and that was with the city's metro system. Specifically the fact that – when storms of this caliber were raging – the metro would shut down. No buses, no trains, no nothing! Not even the taxis would run, for no taxi driver would be stupid enough to risk a lawsuit trying to drive a client through this nonsense!

“Looks like it's gonna be hell getting back home today,” said one of Damien's coworkers, a man by the name of Jeffery, “I do not look forward to trying to get through this.”

“What? Are you seriously thinking about driving through this, Jeff?” asked Damien, to which his coworker shrugged his shoulders.

“Maybe,” he replied whilst leaning up against the wall and sipping his cup of coffee, “I've been at this damn place for the past ten hours. If I have to choose between seeing these pastel gray walls any more, or risking my life driving through this madness... well...” he took a sip of his coffee, “I'd take my chances.”

“Stop being so dramatic,” Damien replied, to which Jeff scoffed, “We live in Document City. Storms like this are a dime a dozen,” he looked back to the window, “It's just another day. Honestly...” he then smiled, “We should enjoy this. I quite like the rain. Reminds me a bit of home.”

“You used to live on a coastline,” Jeffery countered, “I bet the storms there were worse than they are here. Of course you'd feel nostalgic about this. Me personally...” he took another sip of his coffee, “I miss Portfield. It never rained like that up there.”

“What? You'd pick snow over rain?”

“Any day of the fucking week...”

Damien chuckled at his colleague's words. While he couldn't agree – he found snow far more difficult to deal with – he did find Jeffery's words amusing. Perhaps to him, the color gray was far more appealing to the color white. Almost as if he preferred ash to snow.

Hmm...

“Well... whether or not we wanna deal with the storm or our job, we're stuck here,” said Jeffery said with a shrug as he walked up to Damien's side, “So I guess we better get comfortable. You, me... Sarah down the corner...”

“You leave me outta this!” a voice echoed.

“And I guess Section Chief Kirk is still here...” Jeffery continued on, “I can imagine worse people to spend my evening with,” he paused for a moment, “Like my wife's brother. Oh... just thinking about that makes me shudder.”

“Your wife, eh...” said Damien as he took another sip of his drink, “How is Judy anyway?”

“She's doing great,” said Jeffery, a warm smile appearing on his lips, “We're expecting our first kid soon, so she's been holed up at our apartment all day. I swear, the moment she found out she was pregnant, she rushed to put on as much maternity wear as she could. She's not even starting to show yet!”

Pausing for a moment, Jeffery raised his cup again and took a sip from it. At the same time, Damien's eyes closed shut, taking on a more thoughtful look.

“Hey, Damien,” said his coworker, causing him to look over, “Don't you have a girlfriend at your place? I've heard of her but I don't think I've ever met her...” he tilted his head, “And I heard she was pregnant. You said that over conversation the other day, didn't you?”

“What? Were you eavesdropping on me?” Damien asked with a wry grin, “Yeah, my girlfriend Adarma is expecting too. And don't go trying to convince me about marrying her or anything like that. Marian brought that up the last time we spoke since she's old-fashioned...”

“You are old-fashion,” Jeffery countered, “You're a country bumpkin, Damien. I really take you as the type to propose to a girl as soon as you find out you knocked her up. Ya'know. Make an 'honest woman' of her, and all that jazz. So... siip... Why didn't you?”

“Weeeeeell... Adarma... isn't really that kind of girl...” Damien answered. But before Jeffery had the chance to ask another question, “She’s a bit… um… unconventional.”

Beep Beep Beep!

Damien's phone began to ring.

Reaching for his phone in his pocket, he pulled it out and checked the screen... where he saw Adarma's name written in bold. She was calling him? At work? For as chaotic and unpredictable as the hellhound could be, she was surprisingly forgiving when it came to his job. Maybe she knew how important it was for him to keep his job. Or maybe – and this was more likely – she knew that his job was torturing him plenty already. Why torment him further when the oppressive nature of adult life was doing a good job of that on its own?

So for him to get a call from her at this time of day was rather telling. Thankfully, with the storm going on outside, the rules of the office had grown lax. Damien had no fear of bringing his phone to his ear and answering with a quick,

“Hello? Is something wrong, Adarma?”

“Well. Yes and no,” she replied.

…

Kxo Roujkj Ev Mehthotij.

Or...

The Beasts of Mordredus.

That was the name of the tome he bought from that store in Willington. Within it was arcane knowledge the likes of which no mortal man would – or should – ever known. Monsters and demons were fairy tales and myths created by those who could not explain natural phenomena.

At least, that's what he believed for years. But then he and his friend had the 'brilliant' thought of trying to use this book to summon a succubus. They were horny creatures, right? And, sure, they'd suck your soul while they're sucking your dick, but that was a risk they were willing to take! That's what happens when your desperate.

But they didn't summon a succubus. They summoned a hellhound. And that hellhound was something else!

Was it annoying that she didn't touch them, didn't look at them, didn't even consider them beings worthy of killing? Yes. They were already desperate enough to summon a demon in the first place; couldn't she at least give them a handjob?

Ugh...

But for as bad as that was, it wasn't as bad as seeing him get all the attention. The hellhound – Adarma was her name, right? – cared only for Damien. At best she threatened them, at worse she acted like they weren't there as she fucked him on his couch. Not even her flames killed them! It was like she purposefully kept them alive just so they could watch! Like she was torturing them!

Well... she is a demon...

He still remembered that night. He tried forgetting about it, but Adarma proved her cruelty by sending texts them of her and Damien fucking. Like... how did she even get their number? Again... she is a demon. Maybe that's just something demons can do...

But why is this important? Why is any of this important? Simple.

Carl really wanted that grimoire back! Hey...! He paid good money for that book!

So that's why he was here; standing on the streets of Document City with a vicious thunderstorm raging overhead. Before him was Graphite Apartments, where his home was. If memory serves well (and how could he forget all that happened that day!?), Damien lived on the fourth floor of this apartment complex, in room number 417. He was going to go up to the door and get his book back. At this time of day, no one should be home, so it should be easy. Just go in, get the tome, get out, with no one being any the wiser.

Well... that's what he told himself.

Perhaps he was hoping to get something a bit more while he was there. Whatever that 'more' was, he didn't know... but he'd find out when he got his hands on it.

Entering into the apartment, Carl didn't look too out of place. He was just another man drenched in rain while wearing a trench coat. He waved hello to the doorman, and then walked for the stairs. There was no way he was going to take the elevator in the middle of a thunderstorm. Not risking that!

Climbing up to floor four, he walked to room number 417 and reached his hand into his trench coat... where he pulled out a locksmith's kit. No, don't ask why he has access to one! And please, don't ask why he's so adept at using one!

Opening up the kit and pooling out its tools, Carl began fiddling with the door's lock. His fingers were skillful, his ability methodical. A series of sound echoed from the door as he slid its tumblers into place, followed by a telltale 'Click!' as he unlocked the door. Taking a deep breath, Carl looked at his surroundings once more, making sure the coast was clear... then pushed open the door.

Eeeeaaaaarrrrrrk...!

And he felt heat.

Gasping, Carl pulled back, feeling as if he'd placed his face up against a vent blasting out hot air. Things didn't get better when he walked inside. Now it felt like he was standing in the middle of an oven! Is this what baked chicken feels like? Man...

He fanned his hand through the air, attempting to cool himself. At the same time, his eyes ghosted along Damien's apartment, searching for the grimoire he bought. To his surprise, his coworker's home was clean. He thought it would messy, with objects strewn about the place, but no. Everything was normal to the point that it was damn-near spotless! Even the scorch marks that had formed from Adarma's summoning had been cleaned. This apartment was cleaner than Carl's own!

Damn.

Confused though he was, he kept pushing on through the darkness of Damien's apartment. The only light came in through the windows, with occasional flashes of lightning illuminating his surroundings. Importantly, no one was around, save for the almost unbearable heat which permeated the air.

That must have been her heat. Damn. Why didn't she just, ya'know, kill him by now? What? Was Damien just sooooo good in bed, that she didn't want to kill him? That just sounded like his luck! It was so fucking sickening!

Well was he lucky now? Carl was standing in his home, with access to all of his things. He could have stolen his game consoles, or his laptop, or his TV... okay, no, he couldn't steal his TV. It was too fucking big. Buuuut, he could easily get away with the rest of his shit!

First things first though, he needed to find that tome. Where was it? Where was it, where was it, where was it? Hmmmm... ah-ha! There it was!

Resting on one of Damien's shelves, leaned up against other books, was the surface of that arcane tome he bought in Willington. It stood out from the rest of the books, appearing so much more aged and dusty. And when Carl picked it up...

“Aaah...!”

He felt the same shudder as he did before. This was the real deal.

The same alien characters ran on its surface, speaking a tongue known only by demons and other such apparitions. When he opened its pages, he saw that this book had been left relatively untouched. It suffered no burns, no cuts, no pages were torn out, hell, they weren't even creased! What? Had Damien done this? Why?

Eh... no matter. It was good enough for Carl! He just wanted the book back in general! So he slipped it into his coat, turned around and--

“Did ya drop anythin'?”

“AWH!?”

Ya'know... maybe he should have just jumped out of the window. He might have had a better chance of surviving if he did that.

When Carl turned around, he saw her standing behind him. The same amazonian body, the same vicious height, the same wild hair and fur, and the same black and red eyes. There was just one tiny, little, itty-bitty change about her.

She was pregnant.

And heavily so.

Behind Carl in this apartment Adarma stood, her sinister eyes baring down upon him like a ton of bricks. His cry of fear went silent against the walls of the apartment, and the storm outside. Putting it lightly..

If she were to kill him now, no one would hear it.

“Adarm-- URRRK!?”

Carl couldn't even finish her name before the hellhound's hand swung up, where she grabbed him by the neck. With flawless ease even while pregnant, she lifted him clear off the ground and held him there, her hand tightening around him with each second. So easily – soooo eeasssily – she could give a swift 'Clinch!', and she'd break his neck, killing him. But instead of doing so, she forced him down onto his knees, while her head tilted at him.

“What the hell are you doing in my home, Carl?” Adarma snarled as she cruelly squeezed his neck with one hand... while her other hand gently rubbed her pregnant belly, “You better start explaining quick... before I get bored.”

“I--!” Squeeze! “URRGHK!? GGGRRRKKH!?”

“What was that?” she asked, “I didn't quite get that...”

“BOOOKKGGGHH!” he cried back as he gripped at her wrist, “FFBBOOOHHHKKKFFFH!?”

“Book...?” she repeated, “What book...?”

Carl attracted her gaze down. When she grabbed him, he dropped the book from his hand, with it now resting on the floor next to her foot. Eyeing it, the hellhound's head tilted from one side to the other, before looking back up towards her captured thief.

“This book...?” she mumbled, “Ya really want this book back...? Are ya insane? Ya do know I was here, right? Annnndd...” she leaned in close, “Ya weren't here for just the book, were ya? Plannin' on stealin' anythin' else, ya little thief?”

“RGGHH!? N-NO!?” he lied... and Adarma grinned.

“Ya do know I'm a demon, right?” she countered, “And ya can't lie to a demon. At least... not easily...”

Fwing!

“GAH!?”

With a turn and a casual flick of her risk, Adarma tossed Carl aside, sending him tumbling through the air like he was nothing more than a pillow. He flipped a couple of times, careening towards the wall where he struck it with a loud and satisfying--

Wham!

“OOF!?”

Much like Nelson all those months ago, he crumpled upon the ground. Unlike Nelson however, Carl was – thankfully – still conscious.

Struggling to his feet, he cupped his chest, breathing hard as pain surged through his body. When he looked up, Adarma was approaching him, her red and black eyes glowing with this malicious intent behind them, while she placed one fist on her hip, and rested the other hand on her stomach.

“Get the hell outta here, Carl,” she growled, “If ya don't, I'll reduce ya to ash right here and now. And if I ever see ya again? Heh...” she leaned in, “Ya won't have to worry about nothin' no more. Cuz ya never gonna open your eyes ever again...”

Adarma was as hot as the surface of the sun. But those words? They were as chilling as the lowest depths of Hell. When he heard them, Carl's blood nearly froze in his veins, and he locked up... only to remember that if he didn't move, she was going to kill him right then and there. Fuck the book, and fuck whatever revenge he wanted to mount. He was going to get out right here and now!

Was he in pain? Yes. But the adrenaline numbed him to the pain. He wasn't just going to leave this apartment, he was going to leave Document City as a whole!

Getting to his feet, Carl quickly – and painfully – stumbled out of the apartment, with Adarma standing there and watching over him. It didn't take him long to leave her apartment... but it still took longer than she would've liked. Eventually, he slipped around the corner and ran down the stairs, with the hellhound walking up to the door...

Whump!

And closing it softly.

Turning around, she turned on the lights of her apartment. Adarma was resting in bed, having a nice sleep, when she heard the door open. She got her hopes up thinking Damien had come home, only to see one of his old 'friends' dicking around in their apartment. She would have killed him... but she was still rather drowsy. Lucky him; he got off with a warning... and a dislocated shoulder for his trouble.

Ah... and for what? This book?

Crouching down, Adarma picked up the tome from off the floor. To think it was this grimoire that resulted in her coming here... which ended up with her pregnant with Damien's children. In a way, she should have thanked his former 'friends', because if it wasn't for them, she wouldn't be here. Maybe that was her true gift to Carl; he got to survive.

“Hmm...” Zwwowooossh! “That's better...”

In Adarma's hand, the book erupted into flames, reduced to nothing but ash. She no longer had any use for it. It was better off now as nothing more than a distant memory.

After closing the door, the hellhound waddled over towards the window of their apartment, where she gazed out towards the storm raging outside. It was nothing compared to the storms in Daemonium. If anything, she found this storm to be quite... peaceful.

Almost too peaceful. Where was Damien at?

Reaching for her phone, Adarma picked it up, called him, and...

“Hello? Is something wrong, Adarma?” he asked.

“Well. Yes and no,” she replied.

…

A robber? Adarma fought off a robber?

That sounded insane, right? Not the part about Adarma fighting off a robber; that makes complete sense. No, what sounded insane was the fact that a thief would attempt to rob his apartment at all. Like... why!? What would they gain from that? His game console? It wasn't that new! His laptop? That wasn't new either!

When Damien got home, he thought he'd see a blood bath, or an ashed outline of a body where their would-be robber would be. Instead, when he rushed up to his door and opened it up, he came face to face with...

“Fuckin' finally. Is that dinner in ya hand?”

“Um... y-yeah...?”

Sitting on the couch, her hand rubbing her stomach while the other hand rested on the arm rest of the couch, was Adarma. Wearing nothing more than a semi-transparent nightgown, the hellhound was completely normal, looking more bored than alert. This was in opposition to Damien, who appeared frightened by what he thought he might see. Instead...

“C'mon, Damien!” said Adarma as she curled her hand inward, “Bring me those burgers!”

“Uh... r-right...”

Lifting up the bag he brought on the way home – just a quick meal from a local fast food restaurant – he placed handed it to Adarma, gazing at her sheepishly. Inside were several meals of food. Not just burgers, but full on meals. He had a meal for himself – a double #2 with onions, along with large fries to be exact – and then he had about six other meals for Adarma. A triple #2, three #3s with extra BBQ and honey mustard sauce, a #9 with extra tartar sauce on it and on the side, and lastly a #7 with extra secret sauce, extra bacon, and extra onions on top. And that's not even getting into all the large fries and extra large drinks he had to carry in as well. Oh, yeah, and he had another bag with desert items in it, such as apple pies and strawberry shortcakes! None of which were for him, mind you; all of it was for her!

Adarma was already a black hole when it came to food, but that only tripled when she got pregnant. The hellhound was no longer eating for just herself; she was eating for the plenty of pups they had on the way! So the moment that bag fell on the table in front of her...

“GRAWAA!”

RRRRRRRIIIP!

“GNOMPH! NOMPH! NNMPH! HRRMMPH!”

She didn't hesitate to start tearing through her meal.

Damien stood idly by, holding his food in his hands, watching as his mate/partner/girlfriend/whatever, tore through her meal like a paper shredder. She wasn't just relentless, she was downright horrifying. The speed at which she devoured her meal, lacking any sort of restraint, was enough to intimidate a person! But Damien wasn't frightened! He was more confused how she could go on so normally after someone broke into their home!

Then again, she is a hellhound. Whoever that person was, they were lucky they got away with their life!

“Soooo...” said Damien as he sat opposite of the hellhound at the table, his food in hand, “What happened, Adarma? Someone just... like... broke into our house? What for? Do you know who they were?”

“Gulp! Nope,” she replied whilst dipping a chicken strip into a tub of honey mustard, “I don't know how they got into our house, I don't know who they were, and I don't really care. They should've just been lucky I let 'em get away with their life. I was too fuckin' lazy. I just got up, thought it was you who came home, just to see 'em dickin' around with our shit. I think they wanted your game system or whatever it's called. But I sent 'em packin'.”

“Was it... really that easy?” Damien asked, garnering an annoyed look from the hellhound.

“The hell is that s'pposed to mean?” she snarled back, “Didya think some mortal punk was gonna fuck with me or somethin'? I could make a priest worship the Devil; no punk thief is gonna last a second with me!”

Damien looked down at the meal, thinking about her words... where he began to smile and laugh. Yeah, that was a stupid question, wasn't it? No matter how much time passes, he needed to remind himself that Adarma was a demon. Sure, she may be pregnant, and she may not be as violent as she was when she was first summoned, but that doesn't change the fact that she could crush everyone in a mile radius of their home.

Adarma had changed so much during her time here. She was still crass and as blunt as a bat to the head, but maybe it was because of all the time they've spent together, or even Stockholm Syndrome again, but he felt as if her attitude has been tempered. She was more relaxed now, mor calm, more capable of thinking things through, instead of just setting everything ablaze.

Maybe that's why he was so courageous as he was now. Instead of just sitting there and eating on the opposite side of Adarma, Damien swung around to sit on the couch next to her. She looked at him, an annoyed look in her eyes as food hung between her sharp teeth. Mouthing out 'What the hell are ya doin'?', she watched as he came closer to the point that their hips touched. He then reached over, raised his hand, and--

Pet... Pet... Pet...

Adarma's ears twitched.

“Gulp! The fuck are ya doin', Damien?” she growled... to which he merely smiled.

“I just want to thank you, Adarma,” he answered as he continued petting her head, his hands grooving through her hair and stroking between her ears, “Thank you for protecting our home. And thank you much more for protecting our children.”

“Our pups,” she corrected, “They are our pups. Not children. Stop callin' them that, Damien...”

“Yes, yes! Heh heh! Our pups, our pups!” he said... though he continued petting her, “thank you for protecting our family, Adarma.”

Despite his praising words, she still looked at him with blatant annoyance. Why was he praising her for something like this? For 'protecting their family'? What did he expect her to do? Nothing? Like hell! He should've been thanking her for not making their house explode!

Buuuuuuut...

For as annoyed as she was, she didn't stop him. Instead, her tail began to wag, and her ears straightened up. At the same time, her once ravenous devouring of food grew slower and more relaxed. Looking up, Adarma continued shooting him a glare, and Damien continued petting her. She felt similar to him petting her as she felt when his parents did it... but... no... that's not true. While she looked and was annoyed, she felt something else inside of her, something more... accepting.

If Damien were anyone else, she would have bit their arm off. But if he was petting her... eh... she could deal with it.

His loving strokes continued on, petting her with one hand while casually eating his meal with the other. Adarma let him do it so, wearing an abrasive face, but not moving to stop him. Even when his hand started to travel, she continued eating her food casually. Eventually, Damien's petting hand came down to Adarma's stomach, causing her to lean back. Even through her nightgown, she could feel his touch, and he could feel her flesh. The roughness of her firm, and the taunt firmness of her belly both pressed against his palm. He could even feel the slight nudging of their unborn pups.

There was something warm about this. The casual eating, the stroking of his hand along her stomach, the relative silence they were wrapped up in; it was all so nice. He pondered for years how his life would go. He – like so many others – imagined growing up, getting married, having kids, growing old, and dying. And in a way, that was happening, it just was happening with someone most people would think was dangerous.

And Adarma was dangerous. She was incredibly dangerous! She was a hellhound, a demon, one whose fire could burn away at a person's soul, let alone their flesh! But he didn't see that. Damien no longer saw her as being this dangerous demon who he did not understand. He saw her as his... mate.

Huff... that sounds so crazy, but it's true.

Before long, their meal was over. Damien was surprised. While it normally took him fifteen or so minutes to eat through his burger, fries and drink if he was being casual, Adarma usually ate three-times the food in half that time. So for her to eat all of that food at the same time it took him to eat his, was markedly different from usual.

Damien looked down at the table. Their food and even their deserts had been eaten. When he gazed back over towards Adarma, he saw a pleased smile on her face... and the fact that his other hand was still petting her. Pulling back and standing up, he moved to grab their trash, garnering a soft 'Hrmph...' from his mate's lips as he walked to the kitchen. After tossing the trash into the waste bin, he returned to the living room to see...

“Haaaaahhh...”

Fire.

Adarma's otherworldly fire danced on her body, and flowed on the couch. Pulsating outwards in waves, it traveled throughout the apartment like the waves of the ocean, where it touched upon Damien's body. He didn't feel pain however, instead feeling the warmth of need... and desire.

“Your petting was nice,” said Adarma as she gave him a wicked grin, “But... I'm thinkin' I want somethin' more.”

“What kind of more...?” Asked Damien... as if he didn't already know the answer.

“Geh heh heh...! Oh, ya know what kind of 'more',” Adarma replied as she brushed her hand through her hair, before curling her fingers inward towards herself, “Why don't ya come a little closer? I'll show ya exactly what I'm wantin'.”

Damien didn't hesitate. Walking up to his mate, he sat down on the couch and looked over, where his eyes met hers. She giving that same devious smile he knew and loved, while a cold sweat started to break along his brow. Was he scared? No, of course not. He was excited!

Without warning or hesitation, Adarma's hands reached up, where she placed them to the side of his head. Framing it with her own, the devious hellhound gazed long into his eyes... before pursing her lips and moving in.

“NMMPH!”

“MMMFFF!”

He'd heard of a variety of things happening when a woman gets pregnant. Mood swings, food cravings, alterations in the body; you know, the typical changes a woman goes through during pregnancy. But one thing no one ever warned him, was the increase in libido. And, damn, Adarma had a libido before, but now it was amplified!

Her tongue pressed and ground hard against Damien, forcefully drawing him into a kiss where she gave him almost no room to move. Any desire to have a tryst where they were equal partners was thrown out the window from this liplock alone. Adarma was hungry for him, and she didn't like it when her food got too feisty.

He was just going along with the ride!

As they kissed, Damien's hand began to travel. Adarma's body was sculpted from marble, and touching it felt like he was touching a flawless Grecian bust. When his hands traveled along her shoulders, he felt the tightening of her muscles further. But that guided his palms down, where he came to her breasts.

Adarma was busty. A pregnant Adarma was bustier.

The hellhound's chest was so much bigger than before, having swelled in size for her upcoming pups. While demon biology is different from mortal biology, a canine is still a canine, meaning her chest was welling up with milk. And with how gravid she was, Adarma was packing enough milk to nurse her pups for months.

Damien's hands cupped around to the bottom of hits mate's bosom, where he gave her a tight squeeeezeee. That was enough to make her lips pop from his mouth, giving a groan which slid into a chuckle. His touch was so strong and so rough... which was exactly how she liked it. When he squeezed her, his fingers sank into her tits, causing the milk within to start sloshing.

It was so heavy. And with her nightgown on, her heavy tits were pushing down on her bodice, causing her cleavage to draw out. Damien's eyes were attracted down, causing him to grope her tit more and more. The squeezing, the kneading, the lifting up and pushing his fingers in, all caused heat to race through her body. And before he knew it, her hard nipples were starting to poke through the top of her nightgown.

Left and right he flicked her nipples, while his head moved in to press up against her neck. Damien's nostrils flared, getting a heavy whiff of her hot body. He then pursed his lips, where he started kissing and lapping at her neck. Reaching up her arm, Adarma clutched his head close, deepening his kiss, while he himself kept groping her tits.

Until his hand slipped down a little further.

Coming to her stomach, he rubbed his hand around and around on her swelling belly, feeling their pups kick and nudge within. That tightness was made for such a unique sensation, drawing him to knead her stomach more... and want to touch it directly. So his hand slipped up under the gown she wore, where he brought his hand up to touch her belly directly.

Oh yes. This was much better. The size. The heat. The life swelling within. Even the way her bellybutton bulged out. It was all so perfect. How many children were in there? He checked and counted about three, but he wasn't sure. They were an active brood too, constantly nudging and kicking, as if ready to come out. But, patience, they'll come out in due time.

Right now, Damien's focus was on something else.

Gripping Adarma's nightgown, he pulled it up and up and up, drawing it from her body to reveal her nude form beneath. One would think her musculature would have been ruined with her pregnant belly, but one would be wrong. While she may not be as domineering an amazon as she was before, her pregnancy had only the added benefit of giving her this strong maternal glow. Her arms were still strong, her shoulders too, and of thighs had only grown more shapely.

Damien's hands traced along it all, kneading and groping at the hellhound's body. Each supple squeeze, each carnal caress, caused Adarma's grin to grow wider as her blood burned hotter. Flames started sprouting up around her body, flowing along her shoulders and legs, but simmering at a tepid pace. Damien wasn't intimidated however, as he brought his hand back up to her tit to give it a squeeze, while at the same time pulling his head away from her shoulder.

Ah, her nipples. They were plump before, but now, they were even wider. The areola was puffer, her nubs were longer, thicker too, and from them, he saw the hot substance was her breast milk. Even their odor was strong enough to fill his nose, making him groan as he pushed out his chest. Bringing his head close, he opened his mouth, hovered above her breast for a few seconds, and then--

“Nnggmph!”

“Geh heh hehehehehe!”

Damien's mouth captured Adarma's tit, feeling her hard nipple rub against his tongue. He tasted not only the salty twang of her sweltering sweat, but he also tasted the cream of her breast milk. Nursing upon her, he sucked down as much breast milk as he could, moaning as it danced on his tongue.

Hot milk is supposed to be disgusting, and her milk was hotter than what would be normal for a lactating woman. But that wasn't a problem for Damien. Why would it be when her breast milk tasted so damn good? Its flavor was sweat, its texture creamy, and it had this tang to it the proved itself irresistible. When he licked at her nipple, he found himself desiring more, driving him to bite upon her nipple, and squuuuuuueeeezzzeee!

“Nngghh! Yeah! That's it,” Adarma groaned, “Go ahead. Bite me as hard as you fuckin' can!”

And bite her he did. No. He didn't just bite her, nor did he just suck from her. She had two tits, right? So why was he only showing one attention? Well, not for long!

Like the greedy man he was, Damien was quick to swap between Adarma's tits. He'd bite, nibble, and suckle on one, then switch over to the other, where he did likewise. A series of bites – some soft, but most hard – adorned Adarma's sensitive breasts, and she loved it. Every bite he gave made her laugh, and the suckles made her groan. All the while – without end – her nipples oozed her milk, which oozed down the curvature of her tits, and stained her doming belly.

Her milk was so damn good, he wanted some honey with it!

Pulling away from Adarma's tits, Damien started to kiss a trail down her body. The hellhound giggled and grinned, her legs spread apart as she watched him descend. He even gave a parting kiss to her bellybutton, before finally taking the plunge to get on his knees between her legs.

Ah, fuck, it was hot down here. Hotter than a sauna! But for Damien, ooh, it was perfect. Her heat was so familiar to him, that he nuzzled himself up against her inner thigh, feeling her toned muscles press back. He even hugged and hips close, deepening his hold, while Adarma leaned back on her couch.

“That's where ya should be,” she stated, “Servin' my cunt. Geh heh!”

Idly, her hand rubbed her belly. Her unborn pups were starting to get active, as if knowing what their parents were about to get up to. All of that nudging and moving sent pleasure racing from the inside of her body outward. Adarma's pregnant belly was a huge erogenous zone for her, having become one as it swelled and swelled. Whenever she or he rubbed it, her pussy grew stuffier and stuffier.

Hot nectar oozed from Adarma's folds, where it streaked down her sculpted thighs. Extending his tongue, Damien scooped up some of her nectar upon his tongue, where he groaned from its flavor and heat. This drove him in deeper and deeper, reaching the core that brought forth such a demonic substance.

Her pussy.

Damien's nose pressed up against her mound, where he took a heavy whiff of her. From her cunt there was this intense odor, one that flowed into his nose and instantly drugged his brain. If heat could have a smell, then it could be found here between Adarma's thighs. He was so enthralled by her odor, that he almost forgot why he was here.

To service her.

Opening his eyes and looking forward, he saw her toned pussy lips glisten with her nectar. So black, yet so bright; they guided his gaze in like metal to a magnet. To think, someday – and someday soon – their pups would come from this place. But until then...

“Nmph!”

“Geh heh heh!”

Damien's mouth pressed up against Adarma's cunt, kissing it... and then pushing his tongue inside of her. It was tough – she was like a wall that refused to break – but he wouldn't be deterred. The hot flavor of her cunt began flowing down his tongue and straight into his mouth, drawing more moans from him. In return, he started licking inside of her, deeper and deeper, causing her back to arch and this howling groan to leave her lips.

“Gghooooggguuuuhhh!”

It reverberated off the walls of their apartment and bounced back into Damien's ears, which spurned him to eat her out further. By why stop at just licking her pussy? He knew she could take more, and that she'd want more. So he moved his head up, nuzzled his nose against her clit, pulled back... and then opened his mouth.

For a few seconds he sat there, breathing hard over her mound. Then his teeth hovered right over her thick clit. And...

BITE!

“GGGRRRAAAH! YEAH! FUCK YEAH! GAH HAH HAH!!!”

Damien's teeth bit hard upon Adarma's clit, causing her to throw her head back into the cushions of the couch behind her. Instead of feeling intense pain or even slight discomfort, she gave out a loud laugh, followed by a cry of ecstasy. All at once, her limbs grew loose, nearly melting... save for her thighs. They squeezed over her lover's head, trapping him against her sweltering pussy, and forcing him to eat her out more.

Not like he wanted to move.

Damien kept biting her clit, holding tight against it, grinding his teeth against it, and slobbering his drool all over it. When his head shook left and right, the hellhound let out another crooning cry of euphoria, her clit starting to twitch and throb. Any more of this, and she might just cum from his mouth!

Wait... could he actually do it?

Letting his instincts dictate him, Damien pulled away from her pussy, but didn't move too far. His hand slid up and over, stroking along her inner thigh... before pushing both legs open wide. Leaning back further, Adarma reclined on the couch's arm rest, her legs spread so that her lover could have all the access to her pussy he could. And he abused that access as his hand began sliding along her moist mound.

Up and down, back and forth, he stroked his fingers upon her pussy. She chuckled, giggled too, then moaned as his middle digit began pushing inside of her. Curling his finger upward, Damien pushed spread apart Adarma's folds, drawing another moan from the hellhound's lips. Her pussy was just as hot as ever, burning his finger up as he buried it down to the knuckle.

Splat!

When he could no longer move, Damien began working his finger around and around in her cunt, scraping at her walls and plucking at her ridges. Adarma bit into her bottom lip and closed her eyes, letting out more growls and groans as her pussy started twitching harder around his finger. Bringing up her hands, she gripped her tits, groping herself while her lover continued fingering her pussy.

Shlip! Shlop! Shlap! Shlip!

Back and forth, his middle finger worked in and out of her cunt, causing her nectar to splash about. Fuck her pussy was so damn greedy! He was just using her finger, yet she gripped on him with this possessiveness that was unmatched. Damn! If she wanted it, then he'd just give her more of it!

Damien pulled back his middle finger... but only so he could force his ring finger into her cunt as well.

“GAH! FUCK! UGGH!”

Both digits began curling and thrusting into her womanhood, moving in tandem with one another as he toyed with her. The lewd noise of his thrusting grew twice as loud now, while her body began recoiling form push after push after push. Fuck his fingers reached so deep. He was reaching areas that only his cock had reached before! He then began to move his two fingers around in opposite and random directions, widening out her pussy, and causing her hips to push back down against him.

“Fuck...! Ngghghh! Fuckin'... cocky little... brat,” Adarma groaned through gritted teeth, “Tryin' to make me cum...? Gggrraaaaahhh...!”

Her words were abrasive and combative, but her body was anything but. She wanted to cum just as hard as he wanted her to! The two would just have to work together to make that happen! Finger her, scraping his fingers along her, even moving his head up to lick her pussy and bite her clit again. At the same time, she pushed her hips down on his fingers, moving in tandem with them to fuck herself on those talented digits.

More and more! Harder and harder! The flames on Adarma's body grew more numerous, while her tits spread out milk like a broken faucet! And when she squeezed her tits, milk shot out from between her fingers like a shot gun!

Just a little more! Just a little more! One more BITE! One more THRUST! One more push. And...

SHLIP!

“GRAAH! FUCK! NNGGHH!”

SQUUUUUIIRRRTTT!

“NMMMPHH!!!”

Damien's dedication was rewarded.

Gushing from Adarma's cunt was her molten hot nectar. It squirted from her folds, staining Damien's face... and making him groan around her. Ever the dedicated lover, he continued lapping at her pussy, drinking down her nectar and moaning through her body as he did so. Shutters were jolting through the hellhound's body, forcing her to clutch his head tighter than she had been before, while the flames which traveled through her form began to flicker.

Sitting there for several seconds, Adarma steadily recoiled from the orgasm she endured. It left her smiling and leaning back, while Damien pulled his head up from her cunt. Dragging his arm along his mouth to clean away her pussy juices, his eyes looked up towards her face, where he saw her grin back down upon him.

“Come here, Damien,” she said, her hand curling in towards herself, “Let me give you a bit wet kiss!”

Ah, the siren call of a hellhound. That is if hellhounds even have siren calls. It beckoned to Damien, drawing him to rise further and approach her. Lips pursed, he planted kisses along her stomach, making her chuckle softly... then sigh with an airy moan. Further and further he traveled, coming to her tits where he gave them a parting lick. And, finally, he approached her neck, where he opened his mouth once more to bite her.

“Geeheeheeheee!”

Such a cute yet no less strong giggle.

It came to an end when Damien broke his bite to her neck, and approached her face. Reaching up, she wrapped her hand around his head and pulled him in, pressing their noses together. Nostrils flaring, he took a heavy whiff of her hot, sweat and erotic scent, while she licked her grinning lips like a gourmand sizing up her next meal.

“NMMPH!”

“MMMFF!”

Without warning, and being as forceful as ever, Adarma crashed their lips together, bringing her mate into a hungry kiss. Just like before, he was quick to adept to the pace she set up, as he began grinding and swirling his tongue along hers. The hot saliva they swapped burned at Damien, but that burn drove him to indulge in her more, hugging and embracing the hellhound as her stomach rubbed against his.

That is until Adarma pulled back, breaking their kiss. He looked at her, confused... but she started to giggle and chuckle. Gripping him tight, the hellhound began lifting Damien up, treating him like he was nothing more than a human sized doll. He squirmed in her grasp, a bit alarmed, but no less stunned by her strength. Just what was she doing with him?

Pat...

“Uuhh...? Huh...?”

Damien looked around. Adarma had placed him on the edge of his couch's spine. He sat up high and looked out towards his apartment, before staring down towards his open legs. The hellhound's gaze was locked on his crotch however, where she was met with his pants. Gah! So stuffy! She was just going to--

Poke...

And...

Zwoooosh!

Using her arcane magic, Adarma whisked away Damien's clothes in a puff of fire. It swirled around him

Pointing up towards her was his hard cock, as she had turned around to face him completely.

“I'd like ya sit on my chest like usual,” said Adarma, “But I don't want ya discomforting our pups. So instead...” placing her hands on his thighs and knees, she widened his legs a bit more for her, “Sit right here, Damien. Let me suck that cock of yours!”

'Let me suck that cock of yours'? What does that even mean? Damien couldn't stop Adarma from doing anything! If she wanted to suck his cock...

“Mmmph!”

“Aaaaagh!”

She was going to suck his cock.

Without hesitation or warning, Adarma pushed her open mouth down around Damien's cock, swallowing it with ease. Her hands sat on his inner thighs to keep his leg spread, while her eyes closed shut. Pushing down around him, she quickly began bobbing her head up and down, lacking any graceful build up or rhythm. Nope! Fuck that! She was going to suck, and he was going to sit there and get his balls drained!

Damien howled with pleasure as his length was captured in the hot and coarse tunnel that was her maw. Her drool tangled around his member, her sharp teeth plucked at every inch of him, and her tongue gracefully ground against the bottom, while she pushed deeper around him. Before long, his cock slipped into her throat, which tightened around him like her pussy would. But just as soon as she was to deep throat him, the hellhound pulled back, leaving his cock completely as she began to giggle.

Leaning in, Adarma began lashing her tongue along his throbbing member. She struck the tip, swirled her tongue around the head, and glided it along his veins. She wasn't just voracious, she was a devious torturer as well as she took the time to toy with his cock. Adarma even extended so far to lick all the way to his balls, where she slipped one into her mouth.

So easily she could bite him. So easily she could rip him apart. But instead of doing either of those things, she lovingly cradled his balls with her mouth, lathering it with her drool. This area was so precious to her; why would she ever injure it? She sat between his legs for several seconds, pleasing his crotch, before once again pulling back with her parting chuckles.

Looking up at his face, Adarma shot him a cheeky grin as her hand started jerking off his member. Her other hand then slid over, where she cupped and massaged his balls. Not only did his dick throb with need, but his balls were surging with cum, desperate to let his seed flourish. But, patience, she couldn't get pregnant while she was already pregnant! He'd just have to wait until later.

“Geeheehee!”

Adarma's devious giggles could run the gamut between devilishly playful, and devilishly malevolent. That giggle she gave right now was somewhere in the middle... which did not make Damien feel good. He didn't know what the hellhound was up to, but he knew he'd be at the receiving end of it!

“Um... Adarma...?” he muttered as a sheepish grin spread on his lips, “What... what are you thinking about...?”

“Geeheehee! Oooh... just thinkin' 'bout... this!”

Grab!

Gripping his body hard, Adarma showed her physical strength by easily lifting him up, even while pregnant. Damien didn't even cry out in shock or fear, for it all happened so fast! One moment he was sitting on the couch's spine, the next moment he was lifted clear over her head like she was some sort of cavewoman. And with the same brutal tactics of a cavewoman, the hellhound swung him over, and laid him atop the coffee table in the middle of the apartment.

Damien's eyes swelled and his mouth split open, just in time to watch Adarma loom atop him. The hellhound was giggling and grinning as she dropped her hands down, where she grabbed his feet and ankles. Gripping him tight, she pushed his legs up, causing him to gasp. But the hellhound did not stop; why should she? She was just proving her claim over him. What? Did he think his petting from before wouldn't be met with retribution? Poor Damien. She needed to learn who was on top, and who'd always be on top.

Adarma could not be tamed!

Now, look, Damien was far from the most limber guy around. He was a muscular man, one who spent many hours in the gym, not just for himself, but because Adarma liked his muscles. And, sure, while he loved this body he had, he'd be lying if he said there were things he couldn't do quite as well. One of them being limber.

Damien could stretch... but he couldn't really stretch far. Adarma didn't care.

Wearing this grin on her lips so wicked that it could make other demons shrink in fear, the hellhound forced Damien's legs up until they were dangling in the air. She then gripped his ankles hard, holding them in place as she positioned her cunt above his throbbing cock. He put her in a mating press before, right? Well, now it was her turn, as she put him into the amazon position!

Damien gripped the table beneath him as best he could, while Adarma ground her pussy up against his cock. Back and forth, she smeared her juices upon his length, mixing it with her drool and his precum from before. Groaning softly, his eyes would constantly dart from between their legs and up to her face, reading that grin.

So much drool hang from her lips, which streaked down to fall upon her tits and her doming stomach. And that stomach! So large! So gravid! Adarma wasn't just a domineering amazon, she was also a fertile goddess! And the way she held him down with her otherworldly might cemented this fact.

He was hers, and no one elses!

PUSH!

“GLK!”

“GRAAAH! YEAH! GWAH HAH HAH!”

With one push, Adarma thrusting herself down, slamming his cock balls deep into her snatch! Like his fingers before, her cunt was quick to clamp down around his member, holding him hostage and wrapping around him. Her burning nectar oozed around his member, while her body grew even hotter. And the weight too; the full force of her pregnant body bared down upon him, feeling like he was supporting this beautiful, sexy mountain.

Or was she supporting him? She had his ankles in her grasp. Did it even matter? There was nothing left to do but sit there and take it!

THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!

“YEAH! HAH HAH! YESSSS!”

With all the force one would expect of a hellhound, Adarma slammed her hips down upon Damien and his cock. Her body was a well-oiled machine, one honed to do three things and three things alone. Fight, feed, and fuck. And right now, she was fucking so fucking hard!

Her hips slammed down upon Damien's cock, making the table beneath him rattle like they were enduring an earthquake. It should have broken by now, but the hellhound's sinister magic kept it rigid. She didn't want it to break, because if it broke, that would cut their fun to an end, and she refused to let that happen!

Besides, she was more afraid of the table breaking than Damien.

He was stronger now than when she was first summoned. If he were any regular mortal, he would have died the first moment she slipped his cock in her folds! But with how strong his body was, he endured her fucking all night long. And now – several months later – his strength had only increased, allowing her to really buckle down and fuck him.

It wasn't just his muscles that were firm and strong, but it was his bones that allowed her to fuck him. They remained rigid as the hellhound dropped down upon him again and again, her heavy tits smacking against her gravid belly. Flames sprout from her body, flowing from her hair and her shoulders, while more drool oozed from her fangs like she was a rabid beast. And her cunt too tightened around his member, molding to it.

It was relentless, aggressive, and so damn predatory! Feeling her body slam down upon his waist and cock, was like taking a blow to the head again and again! Mouth split open, Damien let his roaring moans leave his gaping maw, howling to the wind as his balls began to churn.

But Adarma didn't want it, at least, not yet. She wasn't just fucking him, she was going to drain him, right? So she needed his loads to be so fucking big!

The hellhound was usually single-minded when it came to fucking him. She was always focused on getting that climax as soon as she could! So when she took things slowly, that's when it was time to be concerned. Because that meant she was going to torture him!

For as rapid and forceful as she had been, the hellhound suddenly slowed up. Still grinning, still giggling, still holding his ankles up, Adarma began to slowly rock her hips back and forth, squeezing his cock even harder with her burning sweltering snatch. He squeezed his eyes and gritted his teeth, trying to hold himself back, but failing to do so. The desperate need to climax was starting to drug his brain, driving him to--

“Gh!”

Thap!

Thrust upwards with his cock.

It was difficult, incredibly so. With how Adarma was holding him and the position he was in, movement was restrained. But, damn, did he not care. When his mind was running on lust and desire, he'd do anything to get that nut. So – despite his restricted position – Damien began thrusting as hard into Adarma's cunt as this position allowed.

It wasn't much... but that didn't make it weak.

He was a strong man, both by his own dedication and by hers. So when he shot up with his hips, she felt it. The force mixed with the force of her thrusting down, causing her tits to bounce up and smack the bottom of her chin, before falling back down on her belly. All of it was flawless, from the moving of her body, to the quaking of his cock, to the suckling of her pussy. Their bodies were locked as one, bringing each other to heights of pleasure they could never reach on their own.

Just a little bit more. They had almost reached the zenith. Adarma could feel it, and Damien could feel it too. If her grin wasn't dangerous enough already, then it became so when it spread even further. Milk shooting from her tits and drool frothing from her mouth, the hellhound really buckled down and began to fuck him, no longer caring about holding herself back. In turn, he shot his hips up to fuck her just as hard.

The 'Thwaping!' of their bodies, the 'Squelching!' of her cunt, the endless moaning and groaning that left both of their lips, all lead up to this.

Adarma gave one last--

THWAP!

“GRRAAAHH!”

Down. And Damien matched her with one last--

THAP!

Upwards. The two locked in upon one another, his cock held hostage in her greedy snatch, while her oppressive body held dominion over him. And after a few more seconds of sitting there and breathing in the same hot air as one another...

“GRAAAAHH!”

ZWOOOOOOOSSSH!

“NNNGGGHGH!!!”

They came.

Adarma's body bursted into flames, becoming a raging inferno which threatened to not just engulf his apartment, but engulf the entire apartment complex as a whole! But for as bright and as hot as she was, Damien felt no pain. All he felt was pure euphoria.

It rushed through his loins and flowed upwards, erupting from his cock like a volcano. Cum shot out into Adarma's snatch, tanking the full contents of his balls inside of her. But she wasn't to be outdone, for it wasn't just her flames which was her orgasm, but her body as a whole. From her cunt she showered his cock and balls with a splattering of her feminine juices, which was just as searing hot as ever before. For any normal man it would be scalding hot, but not for him. For him it was something else. For him, it was a sign of Adarma's overwhelming love.

Finally, the hellhound's face had shifted, breaking away from that savage grin. As his cock petered out in her snatch and stopped launching his seed, she released her hold on his ankles, letting him drop. She then pulled up, sliding off of his cock, and letting it 'Shlop!' out of her cunt. Cum and pussy juices sputtered about, slathering both of their thighs in this sordid cocktail... before Adarma fell forward, collapsing atop of Damien.

Whump!

“Gglk!?”

He was pinned beneath her body, with her face hovering just in front of his. She was still panting for breath, her face this dazed visage of lust. But then she pursed her lips and moved forward, taking him into a kiss that wasn't fast and hungry, but slow-paced and passionate. And while Damien froze up momentarily, he soon moved in to match her kiss.

This kiss was unlike anything before. They weren't fighting for dominance, but instead dancing their tongues along one another. Loving moans were even traded, not hungry groans. The kiss may not have gone on for long, but for them, it felt like forever.

And then Adarma pulled back, slowly, drawing her tongue from his mouth with a loud and wet--

SMACK!

As drool was flung about the place, she laid atop him, her eyes closed shut as a smile spread on her lips. The flames on her body died down, returning her to her normal, while her hand gently traveled along his body. She traced her palm along his chest, then his abs, and down to his crotch, where she gripped his cock and stroked it. Back and forth, gentle, as if soothing what she had just done to him.

There were moments like this where Damien paused to think about how his life had changed... and how his life was going to keep changing. He wasn't living with a human woman, nor was he living with a beastkin, but instead a hellhound, a demon. There was nothing 'normal' about her... but... that's also what he loved about her.

Again, maybe it's the Stockholm Syndrome talking, but he found Adarma's bluntness refreshing. She didn't fear anyone or anything, and willingly spoke her mind without hesitation. There was never a moment where he had to doubt her feelings towards him or anything. She just... did.

And that? That made him happy.

Could she be cruel? Yes. Could she be overbearing? Of course. Were her threats to be taken seriously? Deadly serious! But even with all of those negatives, he wouldn't change one thing about her.

There was one problem with this all. One big problem, and that was a matter of space. How many children did they have on the way? Honestly, Damien didn't want to know! One thing was clear however; this apartment wouldn't be enough to contain him and several other hellhounds. They'd need to think about expanding... and soon.

And maybe Adarma sensed his growing distress, because a grin spread on her lips and she said,

“You know... this will be the first litter of many.”

Damien looked up at her, his face turning pale.

“Many?”

“Mm-hm! Many,” she clarified, “I said I wanted pups who will dominate the land for centuries to come, didn't I? I can't do that with just one set. We'll need more.”

“M-more...?”

More kids? His paycheck was barely enough to keep them both afloat with her appetite! And the space they'd need to do that would require them to move, and soon!

He wasn't sure if he could manage it...

Adarma began to giggle, her red and black eyes glowing like a beast in the darkness. They attracted his eyes to her, watching as her grin grew wider and wider.

“And don't you think about getting yourself fixed. If you do, I'll feed you to our pups! Geh heh heh!”

“Uuuhhhh... o... okaaay... hmm...”

Oooookaaaaaaay. Maybe life with a hellhound can be more terrifying than good. His was not an enviable existence... but a pitiable one!