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Chapter 7: Acalan

By Whitepython

"Jaxel told you about me? Haven't seen his fishy ass for a long time. I think it's been almost two years. Give or take a few months. He couldn't handle my heavy kinkster side you know. And besides he was kinda clingy and insecure, I am glad that he is in the past now. In any case; I am that guy whom you heard of. I love taking bad guys away and show them who the actual bad guy is. To my bad luck I haven't touched that aspect of my life for a while, but I am re-opening business with you. By the way; what was your name again?"

"Odranelarus..."

A yellow and white feline hand with black spots held the rearview mirror of a modern car patrol while the other one rested over the steering wheel. Sleek black interior with a digital dashboard and touch screen instruments along the front panel.

The hand moved the mirror so the jaguar could look at himself. The feline loved to look at his own reflection while wearing his uniform: Navy Blue cap with the shiny emblem of the police in the front. Under the cap his feline face flashed a pair of golden yellow eyes and a wide grin to his catch trough the rearview mirror. His pristine ironed Navy Blue long sleeved shirt exposed the bars that denoted his rank in the forces embroiled on his right forearm and the flag of his nation embroiled on his left forearm; His large and shiny golden badge over the right side of his black tactical vest that he wore over his shirt to protect himself had the name 'Acalan' engraved on it.

The Jaguar took a moment to look down at his legs. He wanted to be sure his tactical pants were just as perfect as his shirt. His tactical belt with his weapon and the rest of his instruments remained wrapped around his waist. Under his belt his Navy Blue pants protected his yellow and white legs. At the end of those pants a pair of large and yellow plantigrade feet paws were exposed as they rested over the pedals of his car.

The jaguar returned his gaze to the rearview mirror and aimed the mirror to look at the black canine cuffed in the back of his patrol. His prisoner was kept behind a thick layer of high security acrylic glass. Secure and strong enough to fend any attack against the driver and co-pilot in the patrol, but with a small speaker at the top which enabled all occupants of the vehicle perfect communication.

From his perspective by using the rearview window, the Jaguar was able to see a black furred canine head with a pair of horns growing from the back of his ears in a upwards and circular motion. Along with those horns a large mane like hair grew behind the arrested suspect. The extra height of the horns forced the already tall canine to arch his back forward to be able to remain in the vehicle. He was also endowed with a pair of green eyes. It was an intense green which made the feline think he was sometimes looking into the green of a traffic light. The canine's hands were handcuffed behind his lower back. Bringing Acalan a strong sense of security and control over the situation.

The rest of the suspect was hidden from the feline's view, but what he had seen prior to bringing the canine into the patrol were a pair of large and strong legs with a long, but not very furred tail. And a pair of large canine plantigrade feet which supported the two meters tall suspect. This was enough to give Acalan the sensation that he was dealing with someone not from around town -his gut feeling made him feel like he was treating with someone not from this world-

"Hey, what's with the horns? Are they real?" Acalan said after finishing his visual inspection.

"Let's say mamma was a dragon and papa was a sexy canine stud just like me."

Thanks to his line of work the jaguar developed a sixth sense to detect lies, and he could tell somehow that this guy was trying to feed him a fat one.

"Are you sure? I have a hard time believing that. Reptiles and mammals genes almost never mix. You would need to be either quite lucky, or quite unfortunate to get the mix to work. Given how unfortunate the way those genes for most of those people ends up mixing."

"Ah well, the truth is that they are demonic horns. I happen to be a demon. A hound from hell." Odranelarus spoke in the most serious and sincere tone his voice could reflect.

"Give me a break!" The cop tried to shrug off the ridiculous explanation. "Are you even from this country? I have the feeling that looking for you in the computer is going to be a complete waste of my time and effort. I can omit this mess and just send your ass to immigration. They have the tools to send you back from whichever hole you came from."

Odranelarus released a deep chuckle that made his thick and black furred body rumble. Acalan failed in his attempt to intimidate the suspect.

"So you can use that squared item to look for people in this country?"

Odranelarus spoke with his thick and confident voice which left behind a wide grin of satisfaction. He changed topics as he shifted slightly to try to fit his large height in the car. The question made the feline wonder why the canine would not be familiar with the most common piece of technology available. He also was frustrated that his intimidations were useless.

"Yes, it's called a computer. Didn't sexy canine stud papa bought you one when you were younger?" Acalan looked at the turned off laptop mounted on the right side of the steering wheel next to the dashboard.

"So, that's the thing I hear about so often..."

"Look guy, I deal with weird people all the time, but there is something quite strange about you that I can't shake off. Are you just trying to fuck around with me? Because if you are, it's going to bite you in the ass big time." Acalan voiced that unsettling sensation inside him that was building up from dealing with this stranger.

"Rough kitten! I am getting a small liking to tame rebel slaves such as you. I just tamed a little wild dragon a while ago."

The feline opened his eyes in surprise along his maw for a second. Shocked by the arrogance of this guy. No matter how much he tried to impose his authority on this guy; he brushed every attempt off with complete confidence and determination.

Confidence and determination which were turning him on.

"Do I look like a slave to you?" The feline inquired in genuine curiosity.

"Everyone in here are slaves, no matter what they look like."

The jaguar cop was surprised to hear such answer. Maybe this guy could be a fun toy to break in and to be taught some humility, or maybe he could be a wonderful master to submit to and to have long nights of submissive fun with.

But there's no way that could happen, maybe if trust develops, and one good relationship is created such event might occur, but the jaguar doesn't even consider such scenario as plausible nor realistic for the time being.

"In my year of service, and as a kinkster, I have never met someone either as stupid or as arrogant such as you. You are going to get your ass handled to you one of these days." The feline said as he tried to regain control of the situation.

"But not from you my little cat slave. I am confident of that."

Acalan had to bite his tongue to not to insult his arrested catch. The officer remained silent instead as he allowed the chat on the service radio to fill the moment while random events were reported through the electronic device.

"From where I come from, there are far worse than me" Odranelarus spoke again. "But for the good luck of everyone here I am one of the good guys. Once I finish with two little errands left, I am going to become the best of the best, and this world of yours will meet with the greatest gift my kind can offer."

The canine at the back of the patrol looked at the police officer with a wide, wolfish grin after his confusing speech; Acalan kept his attention on the reflection on the rearview mirror which made the feline feel confused.

The feline decided to start up his patrol and to drive around town, thinking about the strange character he had handcuffed.

Acalan drove towards the precinct in downtown while his mind weighted on his decision. In one hand this canine was not in the system and he already knew all about his kinky side thanks to Jaxel. He loved to take tough guys such as this black dog and teach them a lesson. The kinkster in him encouraged the jaguar to take a detour from the usual procedure. Instead of taking the stranger to immigration, he was going to take him to his private dungeon at home, and from there decide what he should do next with him.

But he had to stick to his code of ethics and take this guy to the precinct to have a background check. He had to be processed for attempting public indecency, even if none but himself spotted him committing the criminal attempt.

Acalan stopped in a red light as he approached downtown. The precinct was a few blocks away now. He squeezed the steering wheel as his mind tried to calculate all the possible outcomes for his decision during the few seconds the red light would last. The jaguar had to choose duty or pleasure, and he had to choose now.

As soon as the light turned green, the jaguar turned left and drove around the city until he arrived to his own neighborhood. The old but fancy neighborhood. This part of town that 200 years ago used to be where the aristocratic lived. Now it was restored and adapted to fit in the modern world for the enjoyment of the middle class.

He drove his patrol to the back alley where his house was and stopped in the middle. He hoped that his neighbors were too busy to notice him dropping off the suspect.

The jaguar turned the engine off and opened the door to walk to the back entrance door as his spotty tail danced up in the air. He took his keys out to remove the three locks he had placed on the study, yet old wooden door.

As soon as the door opened, the feline rushed to the navy blue, 4-door, sleek and modern patrol decorated with more of those emblems and numbers in white decals to pick the canine up.

He opened the back door of his patrol and pulled the strong canine out of the vehicle by the right forearm, then, he closed the patrol door.

"You have the right to remain silent. Whatever you say or do will be used to punish you rougher in the dungeon. You have the right for a safe word and a bottle of lube if you can't afford one."

The feline loved to use that warning every time he brought home a new toy. Even if most of his playmates found it annoying. The dark canine looked around at the back of the house as he was lead inside the building. Acalan dragged the canine to the left as soon as he closed the back entrance door in the kitchen, leading him down towards a staircase in the cookery, not giving the canine any time to look at his residence.

As both creatures descended along the wooden staircase in the kitchen, Acalan he felt at home. He reached the favorite part of his house; his secret bondage dungeon. Bondage dungeon that used to be a wine cellar when Acalan first bought the house.

After walking downstairs the feline unlocked a heavy door, and as soon as he opened it he revealed his dungeon with great pride:

To his left at the bottom of the room there was two cells that were made of concrete with a heavy iron door. They were enough to trap two prisoners without escape, one on each cell.

Next to the cells at the far end there was a bondage table with all sorts of straps and chains ready for a lucky slave, while the rest of the dungeon consisted of racks after racks of all kind of sexual toys and bondage instruments: from dildoes all the way to chastity cages and masks.

The feline purred as he saw the canine in awe at the setup he had on his basement dungeon, but the jaguar didn't gave the canine time to observe in detail. He dragged the canine inside the left cell.

"From now on you must address me as Lord Acalan. Better get used to it!" The jaguar said, trying to impose psychological dominance on the canine.

"Lord?" The canine grinned wide as soon as he heard it, "That's a word that I haven't heard for the longest time. I forgot it existed until now, and I loved that word since I first learned its meaning. You are quite the handy slave."

"You have it wrong. You are the slave here, and I am going to break you in and make you understand it. I will make it go through your thick skull." Acalan spoke in an annoyed voice tone.

"This is how you treat the people you meet?" Odranelarus spoke still with a large grin "I like your style."

"Well, if you like my style, you are going to love me when I am done using every single dildo I own in your ass."

The jaguar prepared the three locks on the cell door to seal his catch inside when he was interrupted by the most unexpected request.

"No goodbye kiss?"

Acalan stopped to fiddle with the locks to focus his attention on the canine with his hands cuffed down. He found himself in complete confusion at the request, but those green eyes locked into his own, they had some sort of strong and commanding power on them.

Power that made him want to concede the kiss.

"You want a kiss huh? You act kinda weird, but you have something interesting. It's like a sexy vibe. Maybe you deserve a quick kiss."

The Jaguar moved his muzzle to kiss the canine's muzzle, but the canine opened his snout, indicating he wanted a deep kiss with the gesture. The jaguar struggled with the idea for a moment, but decided to stick with the original plan as he kissed the canine's nose.

But as he did so, he looked right into the canine's eyes, eyes that were displaying a strange glowing. Glow that made him feel lost in their depths.

Acalan could feel something smooth teasing his raspy tongue. Something thick that worked on exploring every centimeter of his maw. No matter how much time he spent trying to return to his senses. His mind was too lazy to pull the required effort. It was hard to escape because the more he allowed the intimate moment to go, the strongest the lustful fires in between his legs were ignited.

The jaguar returned to his senses after Odranelarus pulled back. He blinked and looked around in complete confusion. The dark furred canine smiled at the feline as his glare reflected a complete sense of confidence, but those eyes looked in their natural green irises with black pupils. Did he blacked out for a moment during the kiss? That has never ever happened to him before.

The confused jaguar decided to resume with his special procedure, he secured all three locks before he closed the door. He made sure the door was closed and the locks were in place by trying to force the door open, but the thing stood the test. He opened a small window on the door and asked the canine to place his cuffed hands nearby. He removed the handcuffs off of the black canine as soon as Odranelarus obeyed the command.

Acalan closed the small window as fast as he could to stop the canine from trying anything.

"You'll have to wait here for me toy. I will leave you alone and secluded to help break you in easier when I return. You will be begging for my cock deep inside your ass when I am back."

Acalan spoke towards the closed door. Knowing his prisoner was able to listen to his voice loud and clear. The police officer turned around and left his dungeon through the same way he came from. Ready to resume his duties. Looking forward to finish his turn to break in his newest acquisition, but in the back of his mind he wondered what just happened during the kiss.

* * *

Acalan worked the rest of his shift without any incidents. Once he returned home; he entered into his basement wearing his kinkster gear: latex wristbands under his five fingered hands. Ankle bands above his large plantigrade feline feet, and an X-shaped harness to provide the finishing touch. His feline bits were exposed in the open. Knowing he would be needing his barbed meat ready for action.

He exposed his bare self in the dungeon: Brown spots surrounded by an irregular border of black color displayed over and over again in a harmonious fashion over a yellow and white furred skin. With an athletic build that displayed no muscle mass nor fat. Having a slim and agile body was key for the jaguar to be effective at his line of work.

The cop unlocked the dungeon hidden behind the wine cellar door and closed it with his keychain. He left the keys in a small hook that protruded from the door. The jaguar was already getting aroused as he reviewed in his mind all the things he was going to do to that black canine. As soon as he secured the door, he turned his attention towards the cells.

But the cell door was wide open, and the black canine nowhere to be seen.

Acalan panicked. He feared that the guy had escaped and done something at his house. He was in shock for he couldn't understand how his prisoner the escaped the triple lock system.

"Acalan, Acalan, Acalan..." the sudden voice of the creature startled the jaguar. When he looked towards the bondage table he spotted the black canine looking at him. The jaguar failed to spot him before thanks to his dark fur.

"How did you escaped? You weren't supposed to do that!"

"I can do so many things you mortals can only dream of. That includes fulfilling all those dark sexual desires you have bottled up for a long while."

"What are you talking about?" The jaguar demanded an explanation in complete rage. He was in dire need to regain his lost ground on the situation. "Back to your cell right now! Or else I'm sending your ass to immigration in this instant."

But the request fell on deaf ears. Odranelarus released another of his deep chuckles.

"Come to me Acalan. I wish to bring pleasure to you. Pure pleasure -The kind of pleasure everybody else is unable to bring you- I hope that is not a crime."

The jaguar hissed in annoyance. He had to be in control of every situation at all times. That's how he always operates, but he knew had to get the stranger to cooperate with him to regain control with the least resistance possible from his catch.

"Alright buddy. Tell me what you want so we can play nice and do the things we came here to do. I had a tiring day at work and I want to relax, so I don't want to fight with you or anything of the sort. I want to do the things I used to do with Jaxel. I brought you here for a nice session. I believe we both want the same thing, so let's get busy already."

"This is going to be easy then," the canine spoke as he locked his eyes on the feline who wore the latex straps. "I know you used to have a man long time ago in your past who used to dominate you. Back when you were young and you were starting your sexual life. You long to find another man to do the same. That's why you mix with bad guys all the time, and you push yourself hard to make them submit. You love to make them submit. Because in secret you are hoping for one of them just like that man did a long time ago to turn things around on you. To crush your dominant spirit with his own. To break you in and to boss you around."

"Who told you that? Was it Jaxel?" the feline inquired as his rage turned into fear for a moment. He was frightened to his bones to have his desires exposed.

"I don't understand you mortals. You are always hoping in secret for long time; almost for a lifetime that what you wish the most happens someday, but when your deepest desires makes their grand appearance all you do is freak out. To try to hide and resist them."

"I demand to know how you knew that! That's... that's very private!" the feline looked at the canine once again in rage, as he locked his eyes on the canine with a fierce intention, his lips curled upwards to display his fangs as his long whiskers rose along with the fur on his spotted back, fearing that his personal privacy had been compromised somehow. The canine kept his wide, confident grin on the feline, not displaying much care about the upset jaguar.

"You already know the truth. I am a demon like I said, and I have the power to learn what mortals hide. What they lust to see happening to them. Even if they are afraid of it"

"That's crap! Demons are not real!"

"Oh? And why do you think so little cat? Just because everybody says that they don't?"

"Because they..." The feline stopped right there, trying to bring a solid objection aside from a dumb 'just because'. The sudden challenge pushed the cop to remain collected once again, knowing that being calmed is the best policy. That is how he operates at work. It wouldn't hurt him to use the same principle here. After a couple of seconds, he decided to test the canine before him.

"Prove to me that you are a demon then."

"What do you expect a demon to do? It all depends on what you define as the capabilities of a demon. Different types of demon have different type of abilities, but if you ask about something within my range of powers, be sure I will deliver."

"Just show me anything no mortal could ever do." After a moment of thought, the feline wasn't sure what to ask, so he came with such simple solution.

In that moment Odranelarus's eyes glowed in a bright green, and several items in the room began to float: collars, bands, dildoes, bottles with lube, some pillows; among other small items. After a couple of moments everything he had stocked in his dungeon began to float as if he were in a zero gravity chamber.

Acalan watched in awe. He wasn't afraid nor upset anymore. His confusion had transmuted into a genuine interest.

"After I dropped you here, I did a search on you, but I found nothing. I have a contact who can search on foreign databases around the world and he said you weren't there. I suspected you either are from a country we don't have contacts at, or you weren't born in this world."

"I am not from this world, but I am part of it now. Your technology would never be able to find out about my kind."

"And how does one finds about your kind?"

All the floating items returned to their original places once the feline was bought into the story. "That's easy, a Ouija board"

"How does all that works? What kind of demon are you?"

"I am a grand demon of lust, but I am not here to be interviewed. We can talk about me once we are done with you. You know why I am here. Just like you have cooperated I have also cooperated. Now it's time to continue with our mutual cooperation. I am here to get you squirming under my power- allow me to enslave you- Surrender to me in full."

"Give me one reason to trust you." Acalan spoke. After all, if demons are real, and this Odranelarus was a demon, it would explain why he was able to read his sexual fantasies, but in the other hand, he remembers that demons are supposed to be evil. That's what everybody knows, demons are always the bad ones in stories; however, demons are supposed to be just stories. Acalan wasn't sure what to believe in now.

The demonic canine made his move. In the blink of an eye he appeared behind the jaguar. Acalan was confused for a second, but he was able to feel those strong and thick padded hands stroking his white and yellow with black spotted chest as Odranelarus whispered into his ear:

"You can trust me because I am the one who can make your little dream to come true -Nobody but me can do it- and I have already a small harem going on. They all love being at my side; didn't I told you earlier that I domesticated a little wild dragon? Nobody knows the art of domination better than me. I can make you experience things that no mortals could even dream of doing to you in their most lustful fantasies. My powers go beyond the limited mortal imagination. I have almost one thousand years of experience in the art of making either mortals or fellow demons submit to their lustful desires while I direct every single step. I have been doing so since I was first spawned in hell."

Acalan could feel already relaxed as he listened to the demon speak. The jaguar took a deep breath. As he breathed in the canine's grasp, he was able to take the demon's mannish musk. He could feel those strong arms caressing his well taken care of body. Those warm finger tips running along his chest, belly, sides, hips, legs; teasing the areas near his sheath, but not getting all the way down there.

"I dwelled on this plane around 400 years ago, I had a great run back then. Until a clan of demon hunters long gone now channeled me back to hell using holy water. After the horrible experience I was going to stay in hell forever, but an impending emergency pushed me to escape and here I am again. Ready to build a beneficial relationship in between mortals and demons. I am sure you have heard nasty things about my kin, and they are true for the most part; however. There are demons who are harmless to mortals, and we lust demons are among the harmless ones, for we are the most tame and adaptable type of demons with mortals. In particular with mortals such as you. In need to be led and shown what true pleasure is -it is your time to be shown what being a slave is- beg Lord Odranelarus to show you true pleasure. Since you are aware of my true nature already I can now pleasure you using my full demonic powers, without me having to hold anything back. Surrender to me and anything you can build in your most lustful fantasies will come true."

Acalan could hear the confident, yet smooth voice of the demon that spoke wonders to him and filled his mind with the curiosity to embrace complete slavery and submission. All he could see was his own bondage table a few meters away from him as the demon stood behind him. His body felt warm as it relaxed in complete trust thanks to Odranelarus's massaging touch and masculine musk that kept him focused on that mannish presence.

"Sh...Show me true pleasure Lord Odranelarus..."

It was like pronouncing a string of magic words. The demon disappeared from behind the jaguar cop just to reappear near the bondage table. Odranelarus extended his arms while his eyes glowed in a vibrant green.

Acalan tried to walk towards the demon. Imaging that his new lord and master was beckoning him to his arms, but he found that the floor disappeared under large his feline soles. He tensed for a second as he began to float in the air, trying to escape the super natural energy which made him levitate.

"Now my slave, you need to relax for me -Lord Odranelarus is going to take good care of you from now on- you will see."

The jaguar found himself laying on his back while floating in the air. His body resting in a horizontal position before the lust demon. Acalan tried to stretch his neck to look at the demon, but he felt all of the sudden his arms and legs stretching wide. He released a soft sound of displeasure as he was tensed by the telekinetic powers. He released an even louder sound of complaint when he felt his tail stretched and exposed for the canine by the same dark magic.

The feline tried to relax in the floating sensation in the dark dungeon as all he was able to see was the ceiling of his secret dungeon. The remains of the demon's musk still locked in his small feline nose as his naked body tried to relax in the cold ambient of the underground dungeon. Eventually he managed to bring some calm to his tensed body by the demon's powers.

But his newfound peace came to a halt when he could hear chains rattling in the air; the jaguar knew that his own toys were about to be turned against him.

The asudden cold sensation around his wrist and ankles getting caught by something told him that he was a slave now. The same place that had witnessed him enslaving so many males was now witnessing his own enslavement.

When he looked to the left, he saw a dark chain holding his left wrist. He was able to move his toes and fingers, but his arms and legs were in a solid hold by the chain. He noticed that those chains weren't his own. They spawned from the dark corners of the cellar, holding him with a tight grasp, unable to move at all.

"How does it feels to become my property just now?"

The feline refused to speak, but his body shouted out loud for him. His pale pink barbed meat came out at full mast; Ready to demonstrate the demon how much he loved every second of being nothing but a slave.

The demon moved to stroke the feline's chest as he was held by the thick chains. Acalan tried to relax in the grasp of the tight chains while that strong hand caressed his chest.

"Such a handsome one you are, I haven't had the opportunity to play with your kind, but now I get to own my personal feline slave." Odranelarus spoke with a serious tone as those green eyes remained posed over the jaguar cop.

"A...are you really enslaving me?" the feline asked. The idea making him feel quite horny. He was tied up and unable to resist, so there was no doubt he was in the role of the slave, but he had to hear it from his captor.

"I am going to enslave you, and there is no escape for you now." the demon pulled his hand off of the feline's chest to hold his chin, looking straight into his eyes "...As a matter of fact you are already my slave, and there's nothing you can do to become a free man again."

"I...yes master demon. I surrender. I submit to you!" Acalan couldn't hold it any longer. This canine demon had pushed him to submission with the strong immobilization, and he had to follow along. Resistance was impossible, neither from his body that was held steadfast nor his mind overridden by lust. Odranelarus's eyes stopped to glow as Acalan could see the demon expressing his complete surprise.

"You are giving up to me?" the demon smiled as he lowered his muzzle to place it right before the feline's right ear; ready to whisper his answer. "I always need to put my targets through a heavy brainwash to make them understand that their freedom is nothing but a hindrance that should be handed over to me, but you seem to understand it already -swear your complete submission and obedience towards me mortal- If it's a sincere submission and you demonstrate excellence in your duties as slave, I will make you the second in charge, only my invoker Jaxel will be superior to you. After all you have experience handling slaves and breaking the rebel ones. I am confident you can handle my harem alongside Jaxel"

"I...I am your slave, your servant, your property, Lord Odranelarus, I surrender my life to you. Take me and train me to be useful to you my Lord." The demon pulled his muzzle back to look at the feline's face, he never changed his wide grin as the feline spoke. Acalan uttered words that he didn't had to think about. His fat, thrombin and needy cock forced him to pronounce them.

"I accept your complete submission into my harem. Slave" The demon pulled the cop into a deep kiss, Odranelarus titled his muzzle to his side for the kiss. For the jaguar, it felt as if the demon was sealing the pact with the gesture.

The sound of a new chain filled the room, and along with it, the cop could feel the same sensation that caught his ankles and wrist to appear now around his neck. Keeping his head secured, but in comfort; however, he was unable to see a thing because as the event happened his muzzle remained locked in that demonic kiss.

Once the kiss ended, the demon moved in between the feline's legs. Odranelarus used his hand to tease under that yellow and white tail with the black spots. Acalan tried to tense again, but the thick chain around his neck which held him in place was enough to make him remember that he was now the property of the demon, and the demon had to use his property as he saw fit.

After a moment of having his rear fondled by that demonic hand, the sensation disappeared. Just to be replaced by the feeling of the demon's warm sheath pressed under his tail, but the feline held his breath and expected a hard and painful thrust inside him in any moment. He has penetrated guys, and they are always complaining about it even if he used lube. He feared that his turn to suffer has come, but he had to learn to be a good submissive just like the other guys the jaguar had taken in the past did.

Odranelarus supplied him with a smooth thrust as the demon's meat filled up his rear in a gradual, smooth and pleasuring pace. Stretching his insides in a nice and pleasuring way. He could feel the weight of that meat which sank deep inside him filling his insides. Those canine fingers stroked his feline penis -Odran was in complete fascination with the barbs- or that's what the jaguar could tell as he could feel the demon's thick padded thumb teasing his barbed cockhead over and over again. The demon's curiosity pushing the cat closer to his orgasm.

The feline could only see the ceiling as the place was filled with the panting of the demon and his own ones. While his nose had lost the trace of the demon's clean musk, he could smell the scent of sex rising in the small, secluded room. His senses were soaked in the feelings of having that thick demonic dick pushing him faster and faster into orgasm.

Acalan tensed as much as his current situation allowed him to. The feline released a loud mewl of pleasure as his stroked meat reached its zenith. Acalan released line after line of his seed even if he was unable to see anything. He could feel his body trembling in pleasure as the sensation of his insides being filled by something warm accompanied his orgasm.

Out of sudden, all the chains released the feline, and the demon's dick left his tail. But his body was lowered with a gentle movement down to the floor. The jaguar looked up at the demon as he stood as a dominant colossus over him. The feline tried to regain his stamina.

"Rise my slave, this is the first of many times I'm going to make you feel like the sexual slave you are, but first I have a mission. We're going to use your squared device; that computer thing and you are going to find me my last slave, the slave that is missing for me to finish the reason I came here for. The very pact that has me bound from fulfilling my real mission is now days away to be completed."

Y...yes lord Odranelarus, What is the name of the target?" the slave jaguar spoke after getting on his knees and bowing at the demon's feet, ready to get to work for his master. "As soon as you give me the name I will get to work just for you."

"Go now slave, and find me my next slave. His name is Gaonel Zabrio"