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At least living in a place of constant flux meant that Max never got bored. Surrounded by chaos personified meant that he couldn't grow used to the scenery. There were always new shapes, new sounds, new things to see, even if he couldn't fully understand some of them. Though he was doing better than before. Where before he would catch glimpses of structures that he couldn't begin to comprehend, now he'd advanced to a point that they were starting to strike him as vaguely coherent. Hell was starting to make sense, at least a little bit, and that concerned him sometimes. He hadn't changed in any physical way that he could tell, cursed as he was to hold the same, unyielding form for good. But maybe there was something different about him after spending so much time there that he couldn't even detect. Shirazi was a corrupter. He couldn't rule out that he'd somehow been corrupted.

If anything, that only made him pine for her more when she was absent. It was getting more distressing than usual. She couldn't be everywhere at once - that he knew of, anyway - and she had business to attend to, or whims to follow, elsewhere. Sometimes he got to tag along, sometimes she simply vanished and he was left wondering if she'd ever come back. When he slept, nightmares crept into his mind, more twisted than anything he'd ever glimpsed before. He'd met terrible demons head-on, but those dreams frightened him far more than any toothy beast ever could. In them, he wasn't just alone, but entirely alone. Lost, abandoned, forgotten, or worst of all - unwanted. Sometimes he woke up so upset he had tears rolling down his cheeks. He knew she wanted him - but what if she didn't? Illogical as it might have been, there was no comforting him on waking until he managed to calm down.

The forked tongue of his new four-legged companion helped him recover from those terrors. Boney (as Shirazi called him) might not have had a face, but that didn't make the hellhound any less cute. And most of all, he still enjoyed some good scritches and rubs behind those pointed, bat-like ears. That was enough to get his skeletal tail wagging, and Max always felt better after a good cuddle session with the massive hell-beast, one nearly the size of a horse. What parts of him weren't mere bone were plenty fluffy, and he enjoyed the touches even if the hound never drained him or seemed to have any use for him besides the companionship. He felt such a longing need to be needed, and it had been longer since she had visited him last time. Maybe this one was really it, and he'd been left down in the dark, never to see his lovely wicked mistress once more. Maybe she had taken all she wanted from him.

That was when he saw her. Not Shirazi, but someone else, someone impossible to miss for the wreath of light that surrounded her. The aura emanating from the white winged wolfess was almost blinding to Max. He'd spent many weeks - or maybe years by then, he couldn't tell - dwelling in the darkest places of existence, and his eyes had naturally adjusted. Only squinting through parted fingers could he actually glimpse the silhouette of the one approaching. She peered at him with the prettiest blue eyes he'd ever seen, her hair like a golden mane splayed over her shoulders. Her silky robe was perfectly pristine, untarnished by the march through hell to find him. When she held out her glimmering hand to him, she spoke in a voice as gentle as a cloud, whispering his name.

"Max ... it's okay. I've finally found you. I will save you from this place. From her. You need only take my hand."

The weasel didn't move. He looked up and down the approaching angel. There was no other word for her, really. She was majestic, peaceful, comforting. There was nothing in her appearance that told him he couldn't trust her. And yet. When he looked to her outstretched hand, to her kind smile, her feathery wings stretched out around her, he couldn't feel any of the things he was supposed to. Some part of him, something hidden within him, felt like there was something beneath her words, something in the slight shiver that passed through her as she stood, poised and patiently waiting. Her smile was soft, but sometimes, as quickly as he blinked, he saw a glimpse of something else on her face. She banished the darkness with her presence, but it felt more like being dragged out from beneath a warm blanket than being saved. After a little longer to consider, he shook his head sharply.

"No. I don't need rescuing. I belong to her."

The angel stopped when she heard that, pulling her head back to instead just rub at her chin. She seemed genuinely perplexed.

"I don't understand ... You like this? But why?"

Max didn't have to think about that.

"She treats me well ... I can tell she really cares. And ... she needs me too, I think."

"Oh, child ..." the wolfess tsked with her tongue. "Have you never considered that those thoughts aren't your own?"

"Of course I have." Max sat up, and pushed out his chest, doing his best to look confident. "But that's not how it is. I really do feel this way."

"So certain... " The wolfess shook her head, and then her shoulders began to rise and fall with the laughter that crept into her voice. "Such an obedient thing. Such a good boy ..."

At first it was simply a chuckle, but it grew and grew, rising to a shuddering, convulsing guffaw. She was shaking with laughter, starting to claw at her own face as she rose to a piercing cackle. Max saw blood. She was tearing at herself, ripping her own skin, her flesh ... but he didn't look away. She couldn't scare him. Her perfect fur was soon stained red as she shredded herself in violent hysterics, but there was something so comfortably familiar about those sounds. And when he saw the one beneath her skin emerging, he felt a wave of calm falling over him, ensuring he was entirely unphased by the horrific sight. His mistress was home.

She shed the skin of the angel like she was excitedly tearing into a birthday present. It was no more than her clothing, revealing her naked, bloodstained body beneath, the demon-yena emerging with shrieks of laughter, writhing, groping herself, growing erect by the time she was fully free of that disguise. The skin lay strewn about the floor, and she left it there, lunging towards him with a great big interlocked grin.

"You did it! You passed the test!" she screamed with delight, patting him on the head and leaving a red handprint. "You are the best pet."

"Was that ..." he was pretty sure he understood, but he wanted to be sure.

"Yeah! It was me all along. Gotcha! I thought it'd be kind of cute and maybe I'd have an excuse to do some sexy punishing if you took the offer but I just - look at you! So loyal!"

She almost didn't sound like herself, but he was used to that by then. Her voice and tone changed with her mood. Sometimes she even had a different accent. And at the moment, she seemed to be feeling particularly good, almost resembling a normal person, whatever that was. Aside from all the blood. He felt acutely aware of the stain she'd left on his fur by touching him, but she was soon licking at it to ensure he didn't have to worry about it for long, slurping between his ears as her fur just seemed to absorb the excess clinging to it. The crimson mask clinging to her soaked down into her skin as if it had never even been there. He was left to wonder if it was ever real, or merely a part of her illusions. All he could hear was the steady slurping of her long black tongue working over his fur while she bathed him in adoration, only to suddenly stop as if struck by a realization.

"But seriously though. If that kind of thing ever happens again - do not trust them. Especially if they're a sheep."

He wasn't sure if she was fucking with him, but she was good enough an actor that it sounded believable. There was palpable worry in her voice, not for herself, but for him. That made him smile a bit. She really did care. He wasn't sure what an angel could possibly do to him, or what sort of things he'd done to deserve it. But if a demon like her could be so sweet to him, in her way, then maybe all wasn't as he thought? If she could be his friend then an angel could be cruel, logically speaking. He got a little caught up thinking about it before she wrapped him up in a squishy hug so tight he heard some sort of crunch. If she'd done any damage it was undone as quickly as she did it.

"Anyway! You deserve a treat of some sort for being so good!" She pulled back and gave him another of those wild grins, only for her face to fall. With her ears drooping, she looked like a scorned pup, pouting out apologetically. "I'm sorry to leave you waiting so long. I had to do some ... stuff. And I would have brought you with me but I don't want to freak you out. More than usual."

He'd never really heard her speak so genuinely with him as she did in those moments. It made him beam, just to feel like an equal to her, like a friend she would casually chat with. Though he was still sure to be a good pet.

"I don't mind at all, Mistress. Any time spent with you is good."

"No but like. I mean the really crazy stuff. The freaks-even-me-out kind of stuff." She giggled brightly. "I don't even remember some of it! Just the screaming! Inside and out!"

He blinked, but he shrugged it off easily enough.

"You don't have to give me a treat if you don't want to. Any time with you is enough of a -"

She held up a hand, and he went silent as if muted.

"See, I knew you'd say that. But, I've been talking to some friends about you. They all seem to agree on one thing: you're the cutest. So, naturally, they wanna meet you! And it'd make me happy to share you with them . Let you bring them those nice feelings you give me. Does that sound good?"

She'd already said all she needed to say. He nodded his head swiftly.

"If it makes you happy, I'll love it!"

"Perfect! So. If you get scared, just call my name. I'm there. Watching. Always."

With that, she snapped her fingers and was gone - but for a distinct afterimage of her eyes and shiny grin, imposed on his vision a little longer. He could still feel her presence, maybe even her gaze, and that kept him comforted as he confronted his new situation. His surroundings had changed. Gone were the shifting hells, in favour of a more standard bedroom. It might have been once, but he didn't much recognize it anymore. He was safely tucked beneath the covers in bed, with the moonlight shining through an open window. A cool breeze wafted over him, carrying the sweet scent of summer, and he felt about as cozy as he ever had. For a moment he almost forgot how he'd arrived there, focusing entirely on the moment, and how comfortable he felt. That lasted until he heard the clawing.

It was a light tapping, accompanied by some harsher scraping. It was coming from just outside his window. He pulled the covers up a little higher so they muffled his gasp, but part of him was just playing along. Whatever it was out there, it wanted to sound scary. And he'd happily indulge its desires, especially if it pleased his mistress. Shifting his eyes over, he saw a hand reach up to grasp at the windowsill, followed by another. A fangy face was gleaming at him in the darkness before long. The horned lioness had such a nice smile for someone with teeth as big as hers, protruding over her lips even when they were sealed. What was more, she struck him as familiar.

"Carmentis ..." he whispered, but swiftly bit his lip. He was supposed to be in character.

The hotel seemed like such a distant memory by then. How many months had it been? What had happened to his friends? It didn't matter anymore. But he'd had a strange feeling about the receptionist ever since first meeting her, feeling like the only sane one in the room who recognized there was something different about her. Of course she was a demon. She was certainly looking like one in those moments, pouring herself through the open window, crawling across the floor with that liquid feline flexibility on full display. Then she was upon the wall like a golden-furred spider, peering down from above her with that inverted grin, her eyes blazing a distinct blue in contrast to his mistress' red. It was far from angelic.

"You must be Max ..." she whispered, somehow managing to lick over her lips at the very same time as speaking. "I've been dying to meet you."

Knowing demons, he had no idea how literally she meant that. He tried to reply, but found himself unable, as if his body was paralyzed by her presence. His lips vaguely trembled with the effort, but he wasn't afraid. She held up a finger and shook her head, still wearing a grin that reminded him of Shirazi's - though the hyena's was more impressive.

"I've been working on this whole sleep paralysis demon thing. Being a succubus seems like such fun, but I need the practice. I'm very grateful for your volunteering."

She was purring after that. He was pretty sure lions couldn't do that, but demons did whatever they wanted, as he knew. She dipped down a little closer and slipped her tongue out, drawing its forked tip along his cheek, and then the other, thoroughly tasting his face as she dangled above him, digging deep grooves into the wall. He saw her tail lashing as she worked, a light sheen of saliva clinging to his fur after she teased him a while. Then she dipped her tongue between his lips, and pushed it down his throat, letting him feel it wriggle, touching, tasting ... then twitching as she met him in an inverted kiss and began to suck.

"Ohh ... the power, the energy ..." she moaned right into his mouth, not drinking from the well that he contained within him, but tasting it for the first time, letting him share in the bliss washing over her as she did so. "No wonder she's so fond of you."

He was surprised at her restraint, taking only a few heavy gulps of his gift before she broke from the smooch and lowered herself down from the wall, bending her spine in ways that would make even other felines jealous. He gasped as he felt her weight upon his chest, pinning him but not crushing or suffocating him. She sat her naked body down and let him bask in her scent for a time, unable to move as she rested there, his eyes straying from her smile to her sex. Only a demon could ever hope to be as wet as her. The excess might have even seemed silly if he wasn't currently swimming in a potent dose of demon-lioness pheromones, the heady scent enough to leave him growing with arousal, and even desire. She must have wanted it exactly that way for his body to react so quickly.

Though he still couldn't move, there was something comforting about that. He didn't have to worry about touching her in the right way, or being in the position she wanted him in. She could do whatever she wanted, and all he had to do was experience it. He watched her for a while, his eyes straying from her face to her sex and back. Her pussy was an enticing sight, but so too was her toothy smile, displaying fangs that were long even for a lioness, gleaming in the moonlight. She was the sort he'd have loved to snuggle with, especially when she was rumbling like that, but it looked like she had different things on the mind. He was soon seeing next to nothing, all light snuffed out by the smothering embrace of her thighs wrapping around his head, engulfing her in her sex, her scent, and her sweet, slick touch.

She still didn't need him to do anything. A satisfied rowl, and she was swiftly working to ride his face, sleekly sliding up over his chin, smearing across his lips, immersing him in her flavour. He chanced sticking out his tongue just a little, and she made good use of it, gliding over the tip, getting the sultry taste of demon cat smashed down into his taste buds to stay. One good grind and he found himself moaning right along with her. The olfactory experience was sweet enough to equal any direct pleasure. Every breath he took was pure lioness, yet it sustained him, never straining his lungs with the lack of air, ensuring he could stay wedged between her legs, serving as her toy for as long as she wished to keep him there.

Of course, a demoness like her could immediately sense there was something different about him. Surely Shirazi had explained her pet to her before, though knowing the hyena, it might not have been the most coherent of descriptions. Either way, it was an entirely different thing to hear about it than it was to feel it for herself. She was drinking from him, grinding on him, kissing her sex to his lips in a sloppy, impromptu makeout session while the energy poured from him to enter her womb. The sounds she made frightened him for just a moment. He'd heard all sorts of horrific things spilling out of Shirazi's throat, but Carmen's feline vocal range could reach some truly hellish snarls, building to something like a roar, but corrupted, twisted, echoing as if through reality itself as she bounced atop the cute weasel pet's face, draining him as if to suck him dry. She dripped, she clenched, squeezing up tight around his muzzle, and she shrieked like a cat in heat when she began to gush all over his face, drenching him in that lioness scent he was so adoring.

By then her womb was stuffed with the stolen energy, stretched as if impregnated. She looked lovely like that, settling back to stroke over her belly, flashing Max an approving gleam of fangs. She remained on top of him, dripping and smearing over his chest, letting him smell like someone other than his mistress for a little while. She wasn't done shoving herself in his face, though instead of sliding forward again, she slipped south to nearly sit upon his cock, lashing her tail through the air, vibrations passing through her entire form. An elegant bent of her back had her right in his face again, cupping her breasts to ensure his face was positioned right between them, rubbing back and forth from one nip to the next. He felt them perk against his lips, getting a mouthful of the left one, her heart thumping steadily beneath it as he automatically moved to start suckling. A sinfully sweet taste was on his tongue in moments, better than any cream, warm and fresh from the source as he sucked her tit for her. She kept a palm on the back of his head all the while, ensuring he didn't go anywhere, as if he possibly could have when he was being indulged so kindly. After he'd chugged from her a while she began to drink from him right back.

That energy didn't have to be sucked out. The right person could absorb it simply by touching him, if they knew what they were doing. With his lips still locked tight around her nip, Carmen began to drain the weasel, as if sucking his soul right out. But it wasn't his. She accumulated it within her breast, growing her bust unevenly at first before swapping to the other to keep things in balance. Where before she had been impressively chesty, after a few minutes of utilizing Max as a conduit, she had grown to a spectacular cup size. Only then did she pull back, jiggling her soft bosom before his face, giving herself a deep squeeze while he drank down the rest of her warm milk. Every movement she made wobbled her energy-filled tits about, and they glowed slightly from within too. She huffed as she fondled them, working herself up to a cry that sounded near orgasmic, her eyes shut tight, only to snap open once more and lock with his own. They'd gone red.

"I want more ... I want everything you have, cutie ..." she rumbled, licking along her lips, even drooling a touch.

He just squeaked as she planted her palms firmly on his shoulders, as if to restrain him. This had all been easy for her, but she still acted as if she were fighting him to the bed, pinning him, keeping him in place while she climbed into position. Though, as she slipped her sex across his cock, she was struck by a visible thought, and tapped her lip with devious delight. A swing of her leg, throwing it over him and to the other side, and she turned around, sitting on his thighs and facing away. He got a good look at her red tail tuft swinging through the air as she lowered her backside down towards his cock, watching him over her shoulder with her neck turned just a little too far to be natural. He hesitated at first, flinching away, wanting to say something, maybe even protest, but he found himself falling silent. That wasn't through any sort of demonic control - he just couldn't will himself to speak, especially not was he watched his own dick sliding up between those ample cheeks, pushing towards her tightest hole. A little whimper escaped him, at most, as she sat down snugly on his dick. There was no hesitance on her part, flexing, grinding, and then sinking firmly downwards, taking every single inch of his shaft and his energy beneath her tail and between her cheeks as she fit him deep in her tawny ass. A rowl, a squeeze, a kneading grip, and she was milking him without even having to move her hips. He couldn't last five seconds inside her. That demonic rear was working him over, bringing him straight to climax and keeping him there, leaving him gasping, yelping, then simply crying out as if he was falling off a cliff. That enduring scream went on with an orgasm that saw him gushing her full, again and again, making an utter mess of her while she milked his prostate with invisible demonic fingers. When she started to move it felt even better.

Squelching, sliding, soaking over his cum-soaked cock, she wasn't afraid to get messy, soaking them both and their surroundings alike as she rode him hard. There was no such thing as momentum to a horny demon. She accelerated to full speed faster than she ought to have been able. A sloppy splatter of seed soared off in all directions with her every downwards thrust, driving him and all his energy into her at once, drinking it into her insides, letting it fill her stomach. She was already swollen, already looking bred, but she grew even bigger as she drained him with steady thumps of her backside down on his dick. Normally he might not have enjoyed such a thing with a woman - without a g-spot or prostate or such to channel all that energy, things could get painful for him when his cock itself was the only conduit. But with her, it was different. She was a demon. To her, a cock stuffed in her ass was the most pleasurable thing of all, stimulating her in all sorts of ways a mortal creature could never feel. Except for him, left writhing as much as he was allowed as she took him to the base, letting his cute balls bump against her butt as she wobbled that fine booty up and down atop him, smacking his hips with each thick cheek.

"How are you doing down there?" she teased. "I could just drain you dry if I wanted ... you must have some sort of limit. But I will be gentle. For now."

His seed was as limitless as his energy, keeping him locked in a climax that was starting to shake his thoughts loose, starting to make him giggle for no reason. It didn't tickle. It was more driving him a little mad, giving him a tiny glimpse of the cackling insanity that drove so many demons. All it took was one good cum. He was gritting his teeth, his blurred vision losing sight of the lioness' bounding curves. But he was happy to serve her, to feed her, to give her everything she wanted until she was pumped so full of his spunk that she was sloshing with her every bounce. She was growing even more demonic before his eyes, transforming. Her fangs were longer, her horns twistier, and she was growing leathery wings that she soon had wrapped around her naked body in a sultry self-embrace. A wild snarl pierced his ears, cutting through the haze over his senses to ensure he heard it clearly. He felt it too, trembling through his body, and hers as she rumbled up to orgasm, clamping down so tightly he felt he might never escape from beneath her tail.

He could only give so much, and he felt himself going numb, even a bit sore as she squirted from the feeling of draining him. Her belly was taut, resting beneath her breasts, and she was purring by the time he trickled to a close. She could have kept milking forever, if she felt like being forceful, but it eventually would have turned unpleasant, even torturous for the weasel without any time to rest. Her timing was merciful, pulling off of him with a messy squelch, dripping and lightly stretched, but tightening in a moment. A demon never seemed to be anything but perfectly tight, no matter the roughness or the size they took. They were the perfect fuck machines, and he was just flattered she had enjoyed him so much. Watching her stretching and sprawling out on the bed, looking as feline as possible, swishing her tail and purring for him.

"Such a good boy. I would own you now, if you didn't already belong to someone."

Carmen's tone was dark at first, but lost its demonic echo, favouring instead a sultry, friendly rumble before she went on. She extended a clipboard and a quill pen towards him. He had no idea where it came from, but he found he could move again to reach for it.

"If If you wouldn't mind, could you fill this out for me? I'd like to know how I did."

They were basking there, drenched in the juices of their sex, and yet he found himself looking at what looked like a sterile medical form. Only when he actually read the words did he discover its salacious contents.

Succubus Feedback Form

Help me improve my demoning!

How would you rate the following on a scale of 1-10?

Sensuality

Pleasure

Kinkiness

Unpredictability

Fear

And so on. He looked it over, and made sure to give her top marks in everything but for fear, handing it back to her when he was done. She smiled as she looked at his scores.

"Oh, that's very generous of you, sweetie. I know I wasn't perfect at all these things." She scanned down until she reached the only thing rated low. "Do I not scare you?"

"It's not that!" he quickly fussed to explain. "It's just ... I know you're a friend of my mistress. So I know you must be good somehow. Even if you're terrifying."

Carmen had a good laugh at that, and then leaned in to kiss him, right on the lips. This time she didn't drain anything from him. The affectionate gesture was simply that.

"You are too sweet for hell. But perhaps that is precisely why you are here. I will see you again, friend. Maybe when you are not expecting."

He wished he could have dwelt in her presence a while longer, and felt her fur against his, but it wasn't to be. Not for the moment at least. He had other duties to attend to. He could still feel his mistress' gaze upon him, approving, grinning from the shadows. Even if she wasn't right there to touch him, knowing she was watching, and that she was pleased with him made him swell with pride. Not literally, for the moment. He softened again as his surroundings shifted into something else. It was no longer a darkened bedroom, but the middle of the day, and where there had been a wall before, now there was a big door. He was only just laying eyes on it, adjusting to the light, when a thunderous knock shook the whole room. Someone was on the other side, and they weren't going to wait long.

Max wasn't sure what he was supposed to be doing, but the insistence of that thudding fist directed him to rise to his feet, still dripping. It was odd. Normally he was such a neat freak, wanting to be dry the moment he got wet, wanting to be clean the moment anything marked his fur. This was different. He liked carrying the scent of a demoness. It felt good to be wet with the remnants of their intimacy, rather than damp or encumbering. He sloshed a bit as his footsteps squished on the floor, nakedly moving to answer the door without thinking about what an impression he might be making. It could've been anyone, any_thing_ on the other side for all he knew. He'd already witnessed or personally met all manner of twisted horrors in his time in hell, and yet even then, the figure standing before him, filling the entire doorway with the bulk of his muscular form left Max feeling intimidated. It was like his mistress and he were connected, leaving him empathetic to the fact that even she found him scary.

The horse was dressed in a businesslike fashion, with a dark vest and tie combo concealing the full extent of his musculature. He was a tower of muscular, pitch black beast, twice as tall as Max, haunting and intimidating with those fiery red eyes devoid of detail. Steam was rising from his skin. Dark smoke billowed from his nostrils. And then there were his fangs, visible even when he sealed his lips, his face perpetually locked in a stern, sinister smile. His arms were folded as he glared down at the weasel, leaving Max with an inescapable sensation of guilt, even if he couldn't imagine what he could have possibly done to earn such a scrutinizing gaze. Stepping back by instinct, he made room for the horse to enter, feeling the mighty THWOMP of every step he took, walking on hooves that must have weighed as much as Max himself.

"I'll have you know, I'm the boss around here," the horse spoke. His voice matched his appearance, resonating through Max's very bones. The weasel felt as if he was two inches tall, cowering as he listened to the devilish figure introduce himself. "And everything that comes through here, comes through me."

His expression was deadly serious. He didn't blink, nor break from his glare in anyway. He bent down just enough to project his words directly into Max's ears.

"Your mistress owes me a tax for claiming you. So I shall take it, personally. Because I'm such a -" The horse stopped, and straightened up, looking to the shadows with an irritated snort. "I am not going to say it."

"No, no you have to!" Shirazi's voice cackled from an unseen place. "It'll be so cool!"

The horse sighed.

"Because ... I am such a bad dude." Then he chuckled, and reached out with his huge hand. "Hello Max. That is not how I talk. My name's Vaul, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Despite his eyes still blazing with hellfire, there was something so much friendlier about them right in that moment. Max let himself breathe again as the horse crouched down to his level, and patted him on the shoulder, that shiny black hair splaying over his well-dressed shoulders.

"Apologies for frightening you. Some of Shirazi's friends ... enjoy that sort of thing."

Max shook his head hastily, still averting his eyes as he blurted out his reassurance. "Oh, no no, it's okay, mister, sir, um ... is there anything I can maybe ... do for you?"

Vaul laughed. It was a throaty thing, deep and powerful, rather than unhinged. He expressed his amusement in a smooth, controlled sort of way, much unlike other demons.

"There is no need to be so nervous. You're not in any trouble. I have heard good things about you, and I am curious. How far does your power go?"

"Power?"

"Curse. Blessing. Peculiarity. Whatever you wish to call it. Would it be alright if I tested it some?"

He squeezed Max's shoulder, and gave him a smile. Those fangs were imposing, but Max smiled back.

"Of course, sir."

There he went being formal again, but it just came naturally when he spoke to the horse. Something about the huge guy seemed to command that kind of respect, even when he wasn't asking for it. Though when he looked up and down that huge equine again, breathed him in, dwelt in his presence a while, he was feeling arousal coming to him. Just what was beneath that fine outfit? The thought was in his head for only a moment before Vaul demonstrated. A dismissive wave of his hand meant his clothing fell to dust around him, blowing away in an unfelt breeze, revealing his naked form. Max had never seen someone so impeccably muscular, so visibly bulky and powerful. But then, hellspawn tended to look however they wanted.

One slow scan down Vaul's body, over his broad pecs, his chiselled abs, and Max was staring at that thick sheath resting over a pair of balls bigger than the weasel's fists each. They were about the size of Max's head, and the cock soon emerging before his eyes, as if stimulated by the mere attention. Max had no idea what he was supposed to do with a dick the size of his whole arm, already growing thicker than his thigh, but he knew he enjoyed watching it stiffen. Vaul took him gently by the wrists, needing only a finger and a thumb to grasp him, and guided his hands down to that massive horsecock, encouraging the weasel to stroke and touch, to admire every intricate detail. Max marvelled not just at the size, but at the finely sculpted texture, smooth where it needed to be, bulging in other places. Working up and down in tender rubs, basking in the scent of arousal, Max was hard himself, his eyes wide, his mouth wet with the thought of laying his tongue on that beastly shaft.

He got his wish without needing to express it. Maybe Vaul could read his mind. Maybe those thoughts were planted there, put in place to ensure he was as eager as he could be. But he doubted that. For all his power and fearsome nature, that horse was horny for a mere creature like him, and Max was happy to oblige. He felt a hand at the back of his head, guiding him to smother against that monolithic spire, and he was soon licking his way up and down, dwelling on every single detail he could slurp until the whole thing was shining brightly in the odd light casting through the window. He stood up on the tips of his toes to try to reach the head, and the horse hefted him up by the rump, letting him lap up the generous helping of pre forming at the end of that flared head. Every time Max cleaned that musky treat from that broad slit, Vaul pumped out even more, until it was overflowing like a teacup over the sides of his flare, dribbling down his shaft in intricate patterns. Max could only lean in closer and closer, compelled by the scent, the masculine flavour, rich and potent, as well as a few gentle touches to the back of his head. The horse wasn't forcing him in, simply offering enough guidance that the weasel knew exactly that that great big demon wanted.

Max was in the perfect position to frot against that mighty shaft where he was being held up, cradled by a single hand. It might have looked silly, being so much smaller, grinding his pink shaft against that titanic horsecock, but a few rubs was all it took to get Vaul snorting out. There was more going on between them than there appeared. Every eager little hump was an exchange of energy, a gift to the deep dark lord, and in time the horse was frotting back. Max felt as if his cock was being absorbed entirely, or that he was becoming one with the infernal majesty of that demonic horse dick pressed his own. It was just an illusion, an extreme reaction to the sensations that came as they played their shafts against each other's, letting the horse's pleasure build to a flexing, oozing high as Max delved in facefirst in the rewards of his offering. He was swimming in pre, his face totally immersed, drinking it down in mouthfuls thick enough to gulp, letting himself vanishing into the lovely warmth of demon horse. It was a mesmerizing cocktail that left him dazed enough he hardly noticed how deeply he was slipping, until a powerful flex clamped that thick cock right around his head. He was already inside.

As to where it transitioned from simply deeply worshipping to being consumed, Max wasn't immediately certain. It became clear when he felt the first clench, one that reminded him of being stuffed into his mistress' throat. The same sensation of being swallowed was working all around him as that horsecock flexed in all manner of unusual ways to begin dragging him in and shoving him towards the heated darkness that waited at the bottom. He was already immersed in that musky scent, but it was multiplied tenfold once he had his whole head inside, feeling the broad slit working along his shoulders, kneading him as if nibbling. Nothing about the experience was unpleasant - the heat was welcome, the scent enticing, and even the tight gripping walls squishing him inwards worked and massaged him all over in a way that made him so soothed he almost forgot to squirm. Only when he felt his cock glazing along the pre-soaked tip and getting slurped up with the rest of him did he really get moving again. It wasn't even voluntary anymore, with his legs kicking, and his whole body bending, flexing, undulating up and down, wobbling that stiff shaft just a little as it schlurped him down.

Max was already drenched, but he was something beyond that as he sunk into the juicy confines of those overproductive equine balls. The air was hot enough to lightly steam him, though he was kept from any harm. A few more squeezes, and he was dunking down into the devil-horse's nuts, swimming in pure cum, sagging that sack deep with his comparatively minuscule weight. He was a bulge, for certain, but hardly an excessive one, getting hugged up tight by the walls as Vaul finished squeezing down his legs. Soon he was entirely inside that massive set, swinging back and forth with the momentum of the forceful squeezes that put him there, listening to the steady churning and sloshing as he got splattered and splashed in hot seed, feeling it pouring over his every single detail. It was more than just getting him soaking wet - he felt himself being drained as he was churned. It wasn't a digestive process, but just a smooth, absorptive one, taking energy as if through every pore of his body all at once as those walls clenched up around him, outlining the form of the weasel in his balls as he turned Max into a conduit. It was the most that had even been taken from him at once, and it was something more than orgasmic. He felt as if pleasure itself was being sucked out of him, drank down by that greedy cock pulsing just above, drowning him in concentrated bliss, in its purest form.

He wasn't really sure what sort of sounds he was making in there. The slish and slurp of cum drowned most of them out anyway, which was for the best when he was shrieking and gasping in ways that sounded as if he was having a demon exorcised from within him. That was of course very much not the case. In those moments he was one with that tremendous girth, feeling every throb, every twitch and pulse of tension, building and expanding. He was making it thicker, longer, and harder most of all. The horse only lightly touched, running the tips of his fingers up and down his cock, letting the slightest stroke leave his whole length trembling, pumping, oozing out pre thickly enough even Max could hear it splatting to the floor from where he was squirming around in that thick load of cream. He pushed out, thrashed a bit, overwhelmed by the sheer desire that the horse was showing him, taking so very much at once, letting it feed his demonic body, and his arousal. It had to stop somewhere. There had to be a limit, but Max hadn't found it yet.

It wasn't until Vaul gave his dick a good squeeze that the pressure hit a peak. Max fell back to reality from the heights - or depths - his mind had gone to in the process of being churned up by those powerful nuts. Soon he was all sensation, living in the moment, feeling all that jizz bubbling up around him as if boiling over. The heat felt as if it ought to have been harming him, even cooking him, but he remained intact and unsinged, hardly knowing which way was up, immersed and hardly able to breathe as that thick musk overtook all else. Then he was soaring. He hardly realized what was happening at first, rushing through that energy-enhanced shaft, before gushing out on a torrent of cum that saw him stuck to the ceiling by the sheer force. The stream hit him in the chest with all the force of an extinguishing hose, keeping him pinned there as Vaul emptied his balls of all the pent up excitement that came with draining the weasel, leaving Max flailing as he got himself creamed in the face, the chest, and every single other detail.

Vaul painted the room down before he was done, and when he finally directed that excessive cumshot away from Max, he casually held his strong arms out and let the weasel fall right into them with a splat. Max couldn't see for a moment, until the horse wiped a hand across his face, freeing him from the cum that had overtaken his entire form, leaving him to blink for a while and then offer a cute little smile.

"I don't think I've ever seen someone cum that forcefully, sir."

"I suspect there are many more new experiences I could show you ... but I will let you return to your mistress for now." He offered a smile, and then turned his head to the shadows for a moment before returning his gaze to the weasel in his arms. "Be sure she takes good care of you. And ... do let me know if anything concerning arises. More than the usual."

"I will, sir!"

"Good boy."

Vaul set Max down, leaving him to drip and be drenched in the clinging layer of cum coating his every single inch, admiring that near-impossible physique as he watched the horse nakedly depart through the doorway into what looked like a wall of pure flame. It didn't affect him, of course. Max felt the cum on his fur becoming part of him, as if fusing with his being in some way. He wasn't sure if it was his own body desperately trying to revert to his default state, or some specific properties of demon seed. Either way, he was relatively clean after a few minutes of standing there drenched in horse jizz, just in time for Shirazi to step out from the shadows. He couldn't see her standing in the corner the whole time, but he had felt her, but laying eyes upon her striped form made him light up and quickly move to throw himself into her outstretched arms. She squeezed him up tight, squishing his head between her tits.

"Max! Look how much they loved you! You smell like horse nuts. And cat puss." She showed her approval by licking him a few times with long wet drags of her tongue, finishing with a big wet smack of a smooch on the head. "Hey, speaking of! Mistress got you a present.."

With typical theatrical flair, she held an arm out as an unseen spotlight shone down upon the previously unoccupied bed. There was someone there, announcing herself with the rattle of some chains. The naked spotted feline was shackled and splayed out, gagged as well, wriggling in her bindings. Her expression was wide-eyed, locked right on Max when he looked at her, appearing as if somehow fearful of him. What was worse, he recognized her. It was a distant memory, something leftover from another life, but in that faded recollection there was still the remnant of their friendship. He knew Mahiri once, but the ... circumstances had left him assuming he'd never see her again.

"She's allll yours. Show me what you can do, Max ..." the hyena rumbled, almost moaning her words out, every syllable slick with her lust.

"I ..." Max swallowed, looking over at the helpless feline. "But, she doesn't look like she ..."

He faded off, and Shirazi cut in.

"Like what, Max? Like she doesn't want a little stud like you?" She cackled. "You don't know half of what that kitty's into."

He felt a sense of panic welling up in him. If he told his mistress no, she might be unhappy, but if he did what she told him, he might make someone else unhappy. There was no right answer, leaving him feeling as if he was being hard rebooted, shutting down, freezing up and unable to move. It wasn't until the leopardess herself lifted her head to look at him more directly, easily lifting her hand up to remove the gag, despite the apparent restraints. Her alarmed expression was gone, in favour of something more friendly.

"Oh, Max, no, it's okay! I'm super into this." She giggled. "It's good to see you! I had a ... rough night at the hotel, but I got better, down here. Shirazi helped. Though I do feel a little different. Hornier, mostly. You'll help me, right?"

He blinked a bit, then sighed with relief. For a moment there, he sort of felt like he was going to die. If that was even possible.

"What happened up there anyway?"

Mahiri shrugged.

"It's not important now! That was mortal life. Now we get to enjoy something else. Something better." Something occurred to her and she laughed out loud. "Though for the record I owe Mira one! She was totally the bad one all along. If it were a movie I would have seemed so dumb. Oh well! C'mere."

Max did as he was told. She wasn't his mistress, but he could feel a need radiating from her, a certain hunger that wasn't unlike Shirazi's, even if it wasn't for the same thing. He was approaching, but she never seemed to get any closer, as if the floor was stretching on forever, or if he was walking on a treadmill. The bed was higher too, rising up towards a ceiling that was growing as farther away as well. Max couldn't have been shrinking. He knew right away that even if it seemed like it, there was no way he was undergoing such a drastic change as that. Shirazi must have just been making everything else grow around him, creating the same illusion. That included the leopardess herself, now a resting giant, and all his surroundings. And it also included the demoness herself, who interrupted his fruitless approach by scooping him up in a single hand and bringing her right close to his face.

"Changed my mind. New idea," Shirazi said, her eyes gleaming hotly.

Basking in her breath was always pleasant, and it was all the more intense for the size difference. She was a towering titan, probably nearly as big as a skyscraper, and she was grinning an inch away from his face, hotly bathing him with her hot, excited puffs. For a moment he suspected she was going to eat him again. He'd do whatever it was she wished, but he hoped maybe that whim wouldn't strike her right that moment. Instead, she slurped him, working between his legs, up over his belly, and across his face, leaving him so soaked in 'yena slobber he felt as if he'd been submerged. He admired her for a while, just staring into her eyes, those great radiant pools of red like a sea of blood, glowing over his bright white fur. And then down he went.

She didn't give him much warning before she was shoving him up against her cock, but then, she rarely warned him before she did anything. Her shaft was bigger than his entire body, leaving him to hug against it as he felt it pulsing on his face, rubbing his own cock against it like he knew she wanted. She was already feeding off him, though only a little. It was remarkable restraint for her, really. She kept him pressed right up tight to her dick, even if it wasn't necessary with him clinging on like that, right up until the moment she climbed between the restrained feline's thighs. He caught a huff of Mahiri's arousal, a glimpse of her soaked folds, and then all was dark as he got driven right into the leopardess' pussy with a firm demonic thrust, stuffing her full of hyena cock and all of Max at once, leaving him trapped between those trembling inner walls and the steady thumping spire of his mistress.

From there he was left to listen to the collective sounds of the mating pair. The cat's yowls pierced the air, while her rumbles vibrated right down to where Max was inserted, letting him feel the tremors in the fleshy walls squeezing on him. And of course Shirazi was cackling, already screaming with laughter before she'd even sank balls deep. All the while, Max was radiating energy, feeling it being pulled in two directions at once, a conduit between the hyena's prostate and the leopard's g-spot. Shirazi was taking most of it, but he was feeding Mahiri too, giving her all those good feelings, and he was surprised by just how hungry for it she really was. Maybe she really had changed in the time since they last saw each other, but it didn't matter. All that did was that he was making them both feel good at once, sharing in their collective pleasure, leaving him enduring not one but two builds of arousal all in one go, until he was curling his toes and crying out within Mahiri's depths as Shirazi started fucking that cat hard.

He could feel himself rubbing against those tender insides, could feel his own squirms against the demon's dick, and it was all reflecting back, making him give more and more of his inner energy, all that essence channelled for the sole purpose of making their sex that much better. He was soaking in the leopard's juices, and in Shirazi's as well once that demon started pumping out an excess of pre, flooding the cat's insides, drenching Max in her scent. It overpowered Mahiri's in time, though the leopard just made up for that by getting wetter, tighter, clamping all around that cock and Max alike, until he was sealed all but airtight within those flooded depths, feeling them twitch and knead around him as he did his best to massage back with his limited range of movement. Every little touch made them throb all the more, rutting, slamming, rattling those chains, shaking the bed, working into a brutal fuck that should have hurt, but the leopardess was far more durable than any mortal could have been. He was right to think she looked different.

Everything went dark and hot when he felt the climax hit. It was collective - all three ways at once. Their pleasure rocked through his body, unrelenting, overpowering. He felt briefly as if he was being electrocuted, his mind shaken, his body convulsing in all matter of unnatural, uncontrollable ways. And then there was the gush. He heard it first, that tremendous combined squirt. Mahiri's pussy clenched down hard around him, swallowing him downwards towards her womb, and Shirazi's cum only projected him deeper, blasting over his body and forcefully splashing him into the kitty's insides. He was a little bump in her belly, drenched and then fully immersed in demon seed, splashing and soaking in his mistress scent while he listened to the feline purr. Everything was dark, and so very hot, and he was submerged in jizz, but those rumbles made everything okay. He emanated happy energy, slowly feeding the feline, letting her new greed have a tiny feast of his inner essence while she held him within her womb as if he were her own. And through it all, he heard their voices, blending into one, speaking in perfect synchronization while two pairs of hands stroked over him as he cozied up in his new, sloshing home.

"Gooood boy."

Their voices were indistinguishable, as if for just a moment they shared the same mind. But they were happy with him. And there were to be so many more pleasures to come, now that he had proven he was very capable of satisfying Shirazi's friends. Just how many did she have, anyway?