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Michael scratched his mane as he knelt, missing the good hair soap he used to have. He sighed and looked around the room. Just another small stone room with one door and a shelf with an iron cross on it, like every other meditation room he'd been in at this monastery. He shut his eyes again.

'Four years. Four years and they haven't come back for me. Maybe it's time to give up on them; living here for the rest of my life is not how I envisioned my life, but it's better than living like a peasant.' He thought. His tail slowly sliding around the cushion he was on, making his brown robe wiggle.

His round ears flicked as he heard the door open but didn't react otherwise. 'Probably Father Hall coming to check on me, again.' He suppressed the urge to growl. He heard footsteps, the door shutting, and then several thumps next to him on the other cushion. 'Ugh, just leave me in peace. Your trying to save my soul constantly is irritating, I've paid for my sins already.'

"I more than agree Michael, in fact, I don't think you should have paid at all. The sin lies with your family and the church." Said a very deep voice.

That got his attention. The cat opened his eyes and looked next to him, then glanced down. A very tall black wolf was laying down, arms behind his head, black horns looking like a crown on his head. He blinked and realized the wolf was naked. "Excuse me? Who are you?"

"I am Libollaz, and I know who you are. Michael, last name taken by your 'noble' family after they found you in bed with your servant William, and then they sent you here to be fixed, promising to come back for you once 'William's influence' was purged and you were normal again." The wolf kept his eyes closed and mocked his family in a way he'd never heard anyone do that wasn't about to be hanged. "Did I forget anything?"

"How-how did you know that? No one was supposed to know that but Father Hall! Who told you!" The lion grabbed the wolf's chest, its firm flesh barely giving.

"Hmmf, I was here listening every time you and him were talking, to your every thought. I've been listening to everyone in the monastery for centuries, you're one of the interesting ones." Libollaz smiled.

The lion's blue eyes grew wide. "You're the demon of lust...." His heart quickened, his tail went still, and his breath caught in his throat.

"Ugh, lesser divine thank you." The wolf flexed his muscles, and all the light lost its color, and a red glow began wafting off his black fur like smoke, filling the whole room with a red tint. "I wanted to offer you some comfort since the moment I felt you here, you and William did nothing wrong, and your love should have been celebrated. I'm sorry they hung him, and you should honor his memory by being who you are, not who they tell you to be."

"Of course, a demon would say that," Michael stood up and stepped back. "I will not be fooled again. Anything that you say is trying to convince me to give you my soul, so I can't trust anything you say, whether or not it's true."

Libollaz laughed, his muzzle parted, and his stomach curled inward and outward. It sounded like a large beating drum. "Keep your soul to yourself lion, I just wanted to be with someone interesting."

"Then let me go."

"Really?" Libollaz turned and looked at the lion for the first time, showing him his red eyes. "Have you even tried the door yet? You know they don't have locks. Mortals." He rolled his eyes and he shut them and relaxed against the cushion again.

The lion didn't believe him, this was bound to be some trick. He sniffed the air, noticing how thick it had gotten with the wolf's odor. 'Almost woody, like William's.... No! Stop thinking about him, that time is gone.' He thought, feeling sad like he always did when he remembered William. His eyes darted around, the door was shut, and there was nothing barring his way, except the wolf's footpaws would be in the way of opening it fully. The sunlight coming in from the small windows was gray, but tinted red, just like the walls and the iron cross. His eyes fell on the wolf again, his black maw curled in a smile, and his arms showing off his armpits. 'William used to love my armpits, and when I tried his it was.... No!' He shook his head and looked away.

Michael walked to the door and opened it, as far as it would. The hallway was normal, stone and sunlight with no hint of red. He stepped out, the smell of the demon was gone. He relaxed a bit, and then his stomach sank. 'This is too easy, he's got to be up to something.' He turned and looked into the room, still tinted red. 'If it's not me he wants, then he wants to catch Father Hall when he comes to check on me! ...But how do I stop him?' He vaguely remembered some passage in the book of common prayer about exorcisms, something about calling on God to banish a demon while holding a cross. 'Well, I'll need to stop him from ensnaring Father somehow. 'If ever I was going to get into good graces, banishing a demon would do it'

Michael turned around, stepped inside, and shut the door again. Libollaz's smile grew wider on his muzzle. The lion's member started to peak out of his sheath from the scent, hidden by his brown robe. He ignored it and marched over to the shelf and picked up the cross. Libollaz started chuckling as he turned and held it up to him.

"In the name of God almighty, go back from whence you came!" The lion said loudly, holding the cross over the demon.

"As if the tyrant god would share his power with anyone, even for that." The black wolf grabbed the cross, and nothing happened. The lion blinked and shut his muzzle. "See? I doubt he'd even bother to notice I'm free until one person started worshiping me."

"So that's what you want, I'm not giving it to you" The lion let go of the cross and watched the wolf toss it against the wall.

"And I don't want to be worshipped, I just want to enjoy my freedom and help those that are oppressed by the tyrant god like I was, and like you are."

Michael's pink nose twitched, that scent was making his cock poke at his robes. He ignored it as best he could, but his eyes kept being drawn to those thick-furred pits. "I am not oppressed, they are trying to rid me of the influence of demons like you."

"I'm literally the first 'demon' you've ever come across, and all I've done is give you the opportunity to be yourself without being judged. Just like you did with William, and he did with you. He was a great guy."

"You're just trying to steal my soul...." The lion breathed, drool leaking out the corner of his maw. He started lowering himself down, back to kneeling, eyes stuck on the nearest armpit. 'God that smell is heavenly, just like it was with him.'

"Just do what you want to do, I'm more than happy to let you." Libollaz still smiled as he watched the feline's nose edge closer to him. He brought his arm up as far as it would go to give him access. The black wolf smiled wide as the cat finally let himself bury his nose into that hairy pit.

Michael still remembered that it was a demon of lust that he had just started sniffing, but it seemed to not matter as much compared to that smell. It burned his nose, but it smelled so good. A warm, sweaty, kind of woody scent that flooded his nose and mind, and it made his rod leak against his robe. He wiggled his muzzle back and forth, burying his nose deeper into the thick fur. He laid down next to the wolf to get a better angle, keeping his nose flat against the pit and wrestling his robe so it wouldn't tangle his legs. He wrapped an arm around the black chest and the other on the arm his nose was in, his tail flicked around lazily now, and he started purring. It was better than he'd remembered, the smell of another man, just as amazing as the first time. He took long deep breaths, letting the musk fill his lungs to the brim before breathing out of his maw.

His tongue slipped out and snaked through the black fur. He whimpered at the taste. It brought back memories of warm summer nights spend with William, and every time they played with each other's pits. He lapped at it again, moaning and reaching as deep through the fur as he could. The taste was saltier but more intense than the smell, making him press harder into that thick fur.

Libollaz rolled his tongue out and panted softly. Feeling a warm, wet tongue on your armpit feels so oddly dominating. Someone so enthralled with your stench that they will willingly smother themselves, and with one small motion you can trap them there, with some even enjoying it that way more. With mortals the armpits are a very vulnerable spot, so letting someone have access to it also gives a powerful sense of trust to the licker, encouraging them both to not let you down and thank you for the honor of cleaning your pits. The demon wolf used to even have his worshipers bathe his entire body with their tongues as a morning ritual.

"Don't let the other one get jealous now." The horned wolf said as he grabbed the lion by the shoulder and moved him to his right armpit. While Michael let out a worried whimper, the cat then purred at the fresh scent that flooded his senses anew. However, that brown robe was starting to feel itchy against his black fur. So by flicking it with one of his black claws, he made it disintegrate, falling away like ash. Now the barbed shaft poked his belly freely, and his red shaft started rising to meet it. His tail thumped on the floor as he started humping, mixing his pre with the feline's and making his shaft grow faster.

'God I've missed this' the maned cat thought. He licked in long broad strokes from top to bottom of the dark musky pit, still breathing as deep as he could. The canine's paw was still on the back of his head, scratching behind his ears and holding him in place. His ears laid flat on his head when they weren't being pushed around by rubbing fingers, his tail was still flicking about behind him, waving high, and his toes caressed the wolf's legs as he lay flat, making him realize how tall the demon really was. He pulled his head back a moment to breath, his face covered in his own saliva, and met the red eyes looking back at him.

"Having fun Michael?"

He nodded and gulped between purrs. The demon wolf smiled and kissed him on the nose before moving him back to the first armpit. He gasped once his nose met fur. This was fresh again, like he had never licked it clean. Libollaz could dirty himself with a thought, making it impossible to actually clean him for any amount of time. Oddly, that thought filled Michael with excitement, not dread, at this Sisyphean task. His cock leaked more as he set again to his task of licking the musk free from the thick black fur and as he humped against the warm red shaft beneath him.

The dark canine moved his free paw down between them and grabbed both of their rods. He pumped his paw while they both thrusted into it, barbs teasing his red flesh while his knot pressed into those golden balls. One of his legs moved up and pinned the cat's butt, pressing him harder into his fist and keeping him from pulling far away. His paw was quickly slick with their fluids and used that to slide back and forth rapidly from top to knot. The lion moaned and cried between muzzle-fulls of pitfur, his member flexing as he got close. The canine growled and humped faster, each little barb tickling his sensitive red flesh as they ground together.

Michael grunted and buried all of his face into the warm pit. His cock exploded all over his chest and the demon's shaft. The black paw continued to work then both just as hard, milking every drop out of the cat as his own rod began throbbing. Then the wolf clamped down on his knot, squeezing the feline rod in the process, and came. The lion could feel each jerk of the canine member with his own, and the warm jizz covered them up to the armpit his face was in. He was starting to slide around from the amount the wolf was putting out, so he turned to look. The second he did a shot of seed splattered all over his face.

Libollaz laughed and pulled the cat up as his orgasm was fading, wiping the cum from his eyes. "Looks like it's been a while since you've let yourself have fun. I hope you'll be just as willing next time I see you, but for now," He sat up and put the cat on the other cushion. "I'll leave you to whatever you were doing."

"That's it?" Michael said as he stood up, wiping his face.

"Don't worry kitty cat, I'll be around when you want to have some more fun." The nude black wolf smiled as he shut the door behind him. The room lost its red glow, the soft sunlight shining yellow once more on grey stones.

The lion looked down, suddenly he was clean and wearing robes again, like it had never happened. The only proof was the taste in his maw, and his own saliva on his face.

'Maybe he isn't a demon....'