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Max needed to know more about that voice. It sounded so sad, rich with despair to the point his eyes watered just to listen. And it was unlike anything he'd ever heard before. There was something just [i]different[/i] about it, something alien, otherworldly. It was like the singer was in mourning for something he couldn't even begin to comprehend. There were no words in her despondent tune, merely sounds, wailing out in the darkness, painting a picture of a sullen figure in his mind. Even tucked up snug within the protective warmth of Shirazi's womb, he felt a coldness drawing over him. There was something wrong, someone out there who wasn't happy, who needed comfort, and he wouldn't be able to rest or feel properly content until they'd helped out. It didn't matter that they were in the middle of nowhere - quite literally. The magnetic pull of sorrow was so potent that it was tangible, tugging on him until he was pressed up against the walls of his demon mistress' womb, his body insisting they investigate. There was nothing he could do to calm down or behave when that presence seemed to grasp him by the very energy for which he was a conduit.

“Woah! Hey!" Shirazi fussed, giving an amused, unhinged giggle as she groped at the wiggly womb-dweller. He was already stretching her out massively enough as it was. “Getting [i]feisty[/i] in there!"

The pull was such that she had to dig her heels in just to keep from getting dragged away by his forceful pushing against her walls. He whimpered at her teasing, instantly worried that he might be actively displeasing her, even if he couldn't control how his body reacted to the new energy, the new [i]being[/i].

“I'm sorry mistress! There's something … I don't know why this is happening!"

The demoness never lost her grin. Even in the darkness, Max could tell as much for the sound of her voice.

“Let's find out!" she bellowed into the dust and rust of that empty place.

With that, she stopped resisting Max's pressure, allowing herself to be dragged along the floor of that grim, empty place, sliding on her bare paws, dripping juices from her pussy while Max remained tucked up within her. His face squished against the fleshy walls, outlined in her silver gut, both stunned and thoroughly confused as to what was happening to him. It wasn't like anything else. He had seen so much in his time with Shirazi. They lived in actual hell, after all. But they were far from the comparatively comforting fiery pits by then. This was somewhere else. A place between. The nerve wracking emptiness around them was imposing for how empty it was, devoid of all features and of coherence itself.. He wasn't sure if it was better or worse that it might actually be [i]occupied[/i]. Her song grew stronger as they moved together, dragged in by an invisible force as if they'd been lassoed by something stronger than the both of them.

“I'm … I'm not hurting you, am I mistress?" Max spoke while biting his lip. He'd never been so assertive, even if it wasn't by his own will. It didn't feel right at all. But his curiosity was overpowering, as was his empathetic need to bring comfort to whoever lamented in the dark. No matter what they were.

“Nah!" Shirazi giggled again, and gave her belly a little whap. “It's gonna be fine, you'll see! I think she likes you!"

“Who is [i]she?[/i]" Max cried, but he didn't get an answer. He could feel the presence of [i]something[/i] on the other side of Shirazi's flesh, but he wasn't sure if it was a person. It was definitely the source of such a sound, her song ceasing as they arrived, having slid through empty doorways and the faded remnants of half-existences that never fully were. Instead, there came another voice, not at all like his mistress, speaking just a single word.

“Hello."

Just a word, two syllables long, and Max felt something washing over him. He got hit with a burst of pure emotions, feeling as if a blanket was being spread across his naked body, comforting him, keeping him safe from all the worries he might have had. And he was already snug inside his mistress. He thought it couldn't get any better than that. But there was someone there who gave him such intense feelings, by her presence alone. Her voice, her energy - she was already having an effect on him, even through the protective layers of the hyena demon. Maybe that should have scared him. There was someone out there that even Shirazi couldn't protect him from. But with a single word, the unseen figure confirmed herself as friendly, as caring, as sweet and sensitive to the particular nuances of Max's personality. It was like he'd already known her for so long, had always known she was out there, but never thought to meet her. And now - there she was. He calmed down completely, settling sweetly to the base of Shirazi's womb, comfortably curled up as he let those further words entrance him. Even simple sentences made him happy, to know that someone could be so outwardly kind.

“My apologies for the intrusion. There is something about that boy of yours. He entices me even from afar. I had to meet him."

Shirazi gave a proud thump to her middle, jostling Max briefly out of that soft, dream-like state.

“He's the best! You wanna see him?"

“I can already see him just fine. But perhaps he would like to see me."

Max didn't get a say just yet. He felt the walls closing in around him, though it was far from an unpleasant sensation. Shirazi squeezed her womb around him, and began to birth him back into the open air in a smooth, seemingly effortless push. The air would have been a shock if it too wasn't incredibly warm, the hyena radiating heat as she squeezed his face back into the world, all coated in her juices and scent alike, along with that of the sheep who'd ravaged her not long ago. Max was a coated mess, though he didn't mind as much when it was his mistress' essence that clung to him. Though it maybe wasn't the most flattering introduction to splat to the floor with an inelegant thud, splashing free of the hyena's body with a little squeak, left to sputter and struggle in the slippery puddle once his paws slipped free of her pussy. The whole thing was something Shirazi did without so much as flinching, her body much more malleable and elastic than an ordinary mortal form. Max felt the gaze of another person on his back as he slowly pushed his palms against the lubricated floor and looked up at the stranger in the dark place.

“Oh …" were the first words out of his mouth, blurted before he could even properly take in the extent of the creature standing before him.

He had met plenty of demons and monsters alike in his travels. Shirazi had introduced her to plenty of her friends, and he'd happily stood by and spoken to horrors that might have driven regular people to madness, or at least terror. This one was … something else. He could feel it. She didn't frighten him, but it took him a few moments to get a good look at her, scanning up and down, taking in the full, imposing stature of the broad, matronly figure shining bright with the reflection of her own many eyes casting an eerie, colourless light over her slick, slimy body. She reminded him a little bit of an eel, but like one made entirely of shadow, smiling brightly as that same light emerged from deep within her throat. He felt [i]so many[/i] feelings just to stand near her, the energy passing through him and into the air, drained from him by her presence alone, driving him to arousal as he struggled to his feet, caught up in the force of her hunger. And here he thought Shirazi was the most insatiable being he'd ever met. This one was something different, something deeper, a vast expanse of desire and appetite who even he couldn't truly comprehend, just to look at her. And besides, he was doing his best not to stare, especially when she had those sleek, shiny breasts so blatantly bare before him. He would have thought he was used to such casual nudity by then, but the six-eyed creature standing tall above them both seemed somehow lewder than anyone else. Maybe it was all the slime.

“It's a pleasure to meet you, Max," she said. “I am Senka."

“The [i]eater of dreams[/i]," Shirazi cut in, putting on some dramatic flair.

“Oh," Max said again. He didn't move.

“It's okay, Max." Senka nodded to him. “I won't hurt you."

“I, um, I didn't think you would, ma'am, I just …"

Senka smiled at him. She beamed from cheek to cheek, a ghostly light shining from her face and filling him, making his chest feel puffed up with a strange sense of courage, of invincibility.

“You're a sweetie. I already knew that much. Someone like you, someone with your [i]gifts[/i], it can be overwhelming to meet someone like me. I am like your antithesis. The opposite of your giving nature. I am the sort who takes."

Max felt like maybe he ought to have found that frightening to hear. But he steadied himself, and kept his eyes on hers - as many of them as he could meet at once, anyway.

“Oh, so like … a succubus?"

Senka's gentle laugh was like a breeze of nostalgia, bringing him back to his fondest feelings, making him relive sensations he never knew he'd remembered in the first place.

“Something different. I'm not from here. But this has become my home now. I like it." Senka reached her hand out to him, and Max took it without thinking, feeling her smooth skin against his fingers while she squeezed him to the wrist, gently. “I am a hungry thing, from somewhere far away. That is the short of it. But I only eat what can be renewed, like the ever-juicy morsels conjured by deep dreamers. It makes me feel happy to know I am not doing any real harm, but for the temporary nightmares that fade on waking.."

“I think I understand," Max nodded. “Did you want to feed from me? I don't know if I like the idea of nightmares, but maybe I can give you something else. Something more satisfying."

For just a moment, he saw a glimpse of something in her eyes, a colour he had never seen before, one that left him briefly scrambled by the effort to actually comprehend its appearance. Then it was gone, and all was calm once more. He didn't truly understand what he'd witnessed, but in a way he could feel it, could sense the slight shift in her body language to something more braced, less relaxed and comforting than before. Only slightly. By his offer he'd awoken something for the briefest instant, something fierce and all-consuming, kept deep down and restrained by the friendly monster. It was gone as soon as she sensed it, but for the briefest moment, it was there. She thought about how it might feel to completely, utterly consume him, in a way no other living creature had ever managed, no matter how hungry. There was a vast hole down inside of her, begging to be filled. But it was gone now. She kept such urges within her, never to be released. When he looked into her blank eyes, he understood that, as if she were explaining it all to him in something beyond words. And he was grateful.

“No nightmares? I apologize. Let me try again."

The sight of the living horror faded before the weasel's eyes, blurring together until she was just an imprint on his memory. Max blinked a few times, and with that, he opened his eyes within his mistress once more. He wondered if he'd teleported there, but that didn't seem right. A sleepy haze still clung to him, leaving him to shake his head there in the dark as he jostled up and down with Shirazi's heavy steps. She was striding forward, seemingly unaware of the song he'd heard. It was still there in his ears, but he wasn't sure if he was perceiving it or it was just burned into his memory, eternally playing on a loop inside his own head. Shirazi walked on until he gave a little wiggle, wobbling her middle and making her lose her stride. She snickered as she poked at him, hefting his trapped form up and down to knead into his outline.

“Oh there you are. You were making such cute little noises in your sleep! I should stuff you in there more often."

“Wuh, but …" Max murmured, still disoriented. “Where's Senka?"

“What? Oh! That slippery trickster!" And then the demon was cackling again before she cupped her hands and called into the nothingness. “I know you're out there, slimy! Don't spook my boy! He's precious!"

Then there came the nightmare's voice, seemingly from everywhere at once.

“I understand this. I am sorry. He is different from most."

Shirazi nodded so vigorously that Max could tell, just from how her whole body shook with the effort.

“Yeah! He's special!" She thumped her belly enthusiastically. “You have to be extra nice to him. It's the rules."

“Of course." That glowing smile was audible in Senka's voice. “I hope I did not frighten you, Max."

It felt a little strange responding to someone on the outside while he was still stuffed inside Shirazi's body, but he didn't want to keep her waiting.

“It's okay! I, um. I guess I got a little scared at the word 'nightmare', but you seem nice."

“She's the nicest!" Shirazi exclaimed, which was all Max really needed to hear. “You two should hang out!"

If that was what the demon wanted, then Max was more than happy to oblige. Though it wasn't just out of a sense of duty. Such a figure intrigued him in ways he didn't know he could even feel.

“I would like that," Senka softly said.

“Okay, but, not like [i]that[/i], you eldritch mom-strositity," Shirazi teased. “You're going to drive me [i]sane[/i] with a form like that one."

“Of course. Let me just …" Senka paused, and there came an abundance of slick, fleshy noises. “There. As most know me. Do you need help retrieving him?"

“I like the sound of that."

Max just held on and waited, excited to meet his new friend again - this time in the flesh, presumably. He heard the wettest noises approaching, all [i]schlurk[/i] and [i]schlurp[/i] as something stretched and thickened. Even without being able to see what was going on, Max could tell it was incredibly lewd. His mistress shivered heavily when something touched her, producing some even sloppier noises. Something pushed up inside the hyena, penetrating her, sinking into her womb to stroke along Max's cheek. He couldn't get a good look at it, but by the wriggling flexibility and the constant oozing of thick, pleasantly clinging slime, he could get it was some sort of tentacle. Several more followed, making the demon cry out. She wasn't even cackling, she was just moaning like a normal person, and meanwhile the heavy slurp of those well-lubricated appendages was nearly deafening. Max was used to loud noises, being Shirazi's pet and all, but even he almost wanted to cover his ears, at least until he got a suitable distraction to keep him content.

Each tentacle moved like it was its own living thing, working independently to coil around Max's limbs. He usually didn't like being wet, but the slime that coated Senka felt comfortable, even calming. Part of him wanted to bathe in it, just to see how relaxing that might be. Even while he was being groped from a dozen wiggling things at once, it hardly felt like an attack. They massaged him, tended to him, soothed him with their every touch, whether working over his back, his shoulders, or teasing more lewdly between his legs. Several more simply bound him by the wrists and ankles, but he didn't feel confined. He liked having her hold him like that, and happily licked at the tentacle bobbing up near his face, smooching it as if it were a slippery snake squirming about within the demon's womb. A soft tug, and he began to slide free, blissfully gliding along within his mistress' depths while the demon screamed like she was losing her mind with pleasure. Max could feel those intense contractions, squishing and squeezing all around his body as if never to let him go, getting herself tentacle-fucked into an explosively juicy climax that send a tidal wave of fresh hyena essence washing over the captive weasel, helping to make his exit all the easier as he [i]schlooped[/i] his way out in Senka's grasp.

He wondered if she'd taken on a less monstrous appearance, judging from the sound of her changing forms, but she was just like before. A shapely figure, gleaming in the dark, her glowing smile was framed by her hair of tentacles as she looked him over. He dangled there, all stretched out, limbs straight, eyes open. Hopefully he was actually awake this time. Some people might have been frightened to hang there in the grasp of a monster. All those eyes, those teeth, those claws - dangerous, certainly, but appearances hardly meant anything in such supernatural company. When some of the most fearsome things hid in seemingly harmless forms, her appearance was simply honest. He glanced back to his mistress, finding the hyena collapsed in a puddle of her own juices, twitching in her afterglow, faintly snickering to herself. Looked like he was all Senka's for a while. She tipped her head this way and that, a breathy noise like a sigh or a moan escaping her open jaws. In the silence, he felt the need to say something, so he just shared the first thing on his mind.

“You have pretty eyes."

Senka's smile was ever-present, but it perhaps grew a little wider to hear the compliment. He hadn't noticed before, but she didn't move her mouth when she spoke, her voice echoing out of her open, glowing throat as if emerging from somewhere deeper. It seemed to echo slightly in the featureless depths where they found themselves. It could have been an old basement, or an industrial building, or anything else. There were only rooms and halls, empty but for the living nightmare smiling at him as she clasped him in her tentacles.

“Thank you, Max. Do you like this form? I made it to be among the people of this world."

“You don't have to hide for my sake," he assured her, but she shook her head.

“I'm afraid I do. I don't want to hurt you. Up here." She tapped her head. “Besides, I enjoy looking like this."

As before, he struggled to keep his eyes from straying. It wasn't easy to keep from showing some arousal, especially once she started teasing him up and down his inner thighs with those slippery, snake-like appendages, making his sheath twitch and fill.

“Oh, I see. Well, you look very nice. You look so … soft."

“I hoped you'd say that. Would you like to be closer?"

“If you'd like that, miss Senka."

“Of course I would. Come here, Max."

She reeled him in, her tentacles still giving some slightly silly, if still sexy slurping sounds with every movement. Soon it was impossible not to stare at her broad, motherly bust. Not when he was immersed in her cleavage, his head fitting snugly in between, sinking deeply into her embrace as she placed her arms around him and held him tight. She was so much taller than him - bigger than his mistress too, holding him nearly like a toy while his toes pressed up against her soft thighs, and his firming sheath slid against her belly. Slippery though she was, she was just so comfortable, so pleasing to cuddle against, the weasel's body wiggling as she pulled him in, sinking into the plush shape of her womanly form, letting that coating of pure slime slip across his fur. It seemed to vanish in an instant, as if sinking into his skin, leaving him only briefly dampened before she renewed the mark with the constant oozing. His usual fastidiousness didn't bother him this time. She was different. And he could already feel his body crying out for her, the energy leaping from him in simple contact, as if it [i]wanted[/i] to be part of her, absorbing into her curvaceous bulk in generous amounts. He certainly couldn't keep soft under so much stimulation, and she didn't seem to mind one bit.

“Ohhh …" came his gasp, followed by a little squeak.

“You are something special, Max," she softly cooed. It felt like she was speaking directly into his ears, both of them at once, but she hadn't actually moved her head. The sound itself was the only thing that shifted. “And you are very kind to offer yourself to me. It will be easier to feed from you in a dream. But if you get frightened, I will bring you back here, safe in my arms. I promise. Is that okay?"

His initial instinct was to vigorously agree, but he could sense she didn't want that. Not without him thinking about it first. She lightened her grip on him just enough to make it easier to glance back at his prone and utterly defeated mistress. Shirazi watched him from the featureless floor, grinning as usual. When she noticed his gaze, she gave him a thumbs up and an approving nod. If the demon trusted Senka, then so would he. He nodded there between her breasts, feeling them gliding up and down his cheeks as he did.

“It's okay. You're really nice, and you feel good to touch, and … well, I hope it helps you!"

He could feel a little pang of her own hunger, to be so close to her, their bodies joining into an empathetic embrace. He didn't know someone like her could exist. She was like a black hole, an all-consuming void in living form, hugging him and making him feel comfortable. If she wanted to, or if she lost control of herself for even a moment, she could surely do so much more than simply drain him or feed off of him. She was destruction itself, or so it seemed, from that brief glimpse of her true nature. But he trusted her. Her efforts to be kind and gentle seemed genuine. And besides, it felt so very good to throb there against her belly, his cock stiff and pulsing out, already dripping, invisibly extended to massive size thanks to all the energy channelling through it.

The pleasure ramped up until he felt as if he was already cumming, already gushing for her, but she hadn't made him make a mess just yet. Instead, she shifted him down just enough to let him sink snugly between her thighs, his shaft pressing to her pussy. At the slightest touch, his body gave a jolt, reacting to the pure desire, the hungering lust for him that emanated from her form. There was something deeper within her, something he could not see or even understand, and that just left him all the more enchanted while he sank inside of her, warmly penetrating her pussy, feeling the tightness, the heat, the constant squeeze around his every artificial inch, the energy flowing from him in a constant stream. It was enough that he had to moan for her, and he wasn't exaggerating it in the slightest.

“Ohhh, Senka …"

“That's it. Pleasure for pleasure. All equal. All fair. Let me hold you close as we delve into all the best feelings together."

Her body felt even softer while she held him, allowing him to sink in deeper, warmer, closer while they fucked. If it could even be called that. He could hardly move his hips much at all, caught in her loving hug, her hands firmly clasping his ass to keep him in place, shaft clamped tight in her sex, staying rigid, and not just his cock. Every part of him was stiff, engorged. It felt as if she drained him from every pore at once, leaving him caught up in pre-orgasm, building, feeling as if internally screaming. He lay his head snug between her breasts, and sunk deeper still, seeming to pass right through her soft, glossy skin as they became like one body. His feet against her thighs slipped and sunk past the initial resistance, absorbing into her curves, entering her, merging with her, feeling her scent, her warmth, her slippery touch overtaking him as he felt himself falling and rising all at once, plummeting in to darkness while ascended towards the light.

The pleasure, the exquisite, blissful ecstasy entering him, it was enough to make him comprehend existence itself for an all-too-brief moment, only to promptly forget what he'd learned. He was left giving his softest cries all muffled between her tits while he came inside her perfect pussy, [i]schlicking[/i] deeper as she held him, squeezed him, hugged him up so tight he wasn't sure whose body was whose anymore, or if he even had one. It didn't matter. Every part of him that could feel, could perceive, was formed by pure pleasure as he drifted away on a cloud, falling asleep in utter bliss, squished between the nightmare's plump tits, cumming in her as she squeezed and [i]slurped[/i] on him, over, and over, and over. Maybe it was to be forever. He might not have minded.

It wasn't until he opened his mouth to cry out once more than he realized he was submerged beneath the surface of … something. Her embrace faded from his senses, and he instead found himself splashing about in the lightless depths of some deep pool, somewhere. A struggling flail to the surface left him gasping, dripping as he reached out for something to hold onto. There was no light, no sound, but for the wet echo of his movement in the depths. Eventually, he found an edge, and hauled himself out of the water, or whatever that substance was, feeling it clinging to his fur, more than just making him wet. It was thicker somehow, warm and scented so much like her. He didn't mind the way it marked him, and he could feel his afterglow keeping him cozy, even in the utter dark. He didn't like the part where he was alone, but she swiftly corrected that. There she appeared, clad in shadows, stepping down clanking stairs to the basement they seemed to occupy. Their surroundings were irrelevant. It was all about their two bodies, and all the things they could do with one another without the shackles of reality to bind them.

She looked different in that place. Her eyes and luminescent smile were the only source of light, casting her body in a sleek, shining reflection off that coat of slime she wore. When she moved any part of her body, she blurred out of focus, or seemed to be in two places at once, as if there were many more of her ready to spring into reality. Or unreality, perhaps. The idea that he was dreaming made him briefly nervous, but her extended hand brought him comfort. She helped him to his feet and then scooped him right up in her arms. This time, she didn't pin him against her body so much as she simply cradled him, looking down at him with her inner light shining through her jaws, outlining her many fangs. He reached up and touched her on the cheek, and she greeted him with her tongue, slipping it out as nimbly as another tentacle to curl around his wrist and slurp his palm. He bucked his hips a little as she held him, not out of urgency but just for how good he felt, basking in her hunger, her lust for him. Even resting against her bosom, he could feel her draining that energy inside him, feeding, feasting, devouring so much more than most creatures could take. Even demons. But he held on fast, soothed by her presence alone, and her sweet, smiling face.

“Welcome to your dreams, Max. You are safe here, with me. Thank you for letting me have you. It is such a pleasure just to hold you here against me. Would you like a drink?"

Her voice was as gentle as could be, speaking as if singing him a lullaby. Part of him wanted to just close his eyes and rest, to slip off into slumber once again. Could he fall asleep while he was already asleep? She made him feel as if he could. But she'd asked him a question, he realized, and so he simply nodded, as if his happy, squirmy state wasn't already indication enough.

“Good boy. Drink, and be warm, here with me. Precious thing. Senka will take care of you."

She pressed against his head just firmly enough to direct him to a dark-fleshed nipple, and he knew well enough to promptly latch on and start to suck. Her milk flowed warm and sweet into his mouth, and he drank it deeply, guzzling in time as the flavour delighted him. It was unlike anything he'd ever tasted before, but that shouldn't have been a surprise. So was she, and he happily gorged himself on her eldritch offering while she stroked her claws along his chest and belly, carefully combing through his fur, admiring him. He felt special, adored, and so very safe, even in that scary place, with his scary friend. Hell was one thing - as dark and spooky as it could be, all fire and screams, he was used to it by then. Senka's realm was another thing entirely. It was dark there. Emptier than anything he'd ever imagined. Knowing how easily he could get lost there without her wasn't a pleasant thought, but he pushed it from her mind as he indulged in her rich, motherly cream, gulping and gulping until his belly was nice and full, feeling warm all over, especially in his slightly sloshing middle.

When she leaned down close to his face, he half expected a smooch on the forehead, though maybe she needed lips for such a thing. Instead, she pushed her tongue from her open jaws, letting it wriggle all along his face, dancing and splashing her thick saliva along his features. It tickled a little, and he chuckled as he slipped from her teat to instead let her playfully slobber on him. Her eyes were bright, filling the room with eerie light, and he felt good having it washing over him. It was like staring up into six tiny moons, bathing in the night itself, feeling her enjoyment reflecting back on him as she tasted him. She could eat him if she liked, he thought. It was totally fine if she needed to sate her hunger more directly. But he had to admit he was delighted when she instead pushed her tongue inside his mouth, and then down his throat, filling him with the pulsing, soaking organ and leaving him to softly suck on it as she held his body close. It [i]schlucked[/i] back and forth between his lips as he happily serviced it like he might suck his mistress' cock, and even with her tongue quite busy, he heard her deeply satisfied moan passing through him. The sound was powerful, resonating, running down his spine and tingling his scalp with that single note, projected up from her depths and emanating from her open jaws, letting him know just how happy he was making her.

The lewdest noises he'd ever heard rose up strong once more. She extended her many tentacles from her body, letting them emerge from her skin and wrap around him like a hundred writhing eels. They moved and pulsed with apparent lust, dripping from their phallic tips, playing up along his chest, his sides, under his arms, savouring and slathering his every single detail, as if even the most mundane parts of him were an erotic treat. They bathed him in the scent of feminine sex, marking him, massaging him, keeping him enticed and horny long before they even touched him between the thighs. First one and then another pressed tight against his taint, milking at his prostate just beyond, filling him with a heavy pleasure that had his muscles flexing from rump to thighs to calves to toes.

Then he tossed his head back, slipping from her tongue to gasp out, sputtering her juices yet whimpering for more. Another wiggling thing found its place between his lips, this time not coming from her mouth. Its taste was something more carnal, something forbidden and naughty, and he rubbed its sleek surface with his tongue while he drank of its essence as if swallowing precum. And soon his determined efforts to suck her off were rewarded with the very same, as one firm tentacle coiled around the base of his dick, energy and all, and directed its tip to kiss his own, enveloping it in an instant, sucking straight down to the base with some truly otherworldly slurping noises, loudly echoing around the damp, hollow depths of the dream that surrounded them.

He couldn't even whimper right once she started facefucking him, barely giving him a chance to suck and savour that tentacle in his mouth. Another found his rear, penetrating him with ease, that ultra-slick appendage slipping past the resistance as smoothly as pouring a warm liquid inside of him. It felt good enough all on its own, but even better was the pleasure reflected back on him as she plunged into his body. Every tentacle was as sensitive as a cock, sliding in and out of his rear, and so deeply down his throat it met the milk in his belly. The one sucking on him drained him of energy and fluid alike. He could see it passing down the translucent tube, sucked up into Senka's body, over her shoulder and seemingly into her spine or thereabouts. He felt cum flowing into her, but he could hardly tell if he was climaxing or not. It was all a peak, all the height of his pleasure, perfectly keeping him overwhelmed yet not quite breaking him as she lustfully had her way with the sweet, soft weasel in her arms, her moans like the notes of a haunting song, wailed and huffed, keeping him warm despite the coolness of the darkened place. He wondered how long his body could sustain it, climaxing constantly, the energy inside him like a leaking dam, pouring out into her endless hunger. But such physical limitations hardly applied in a dream, did they?

Part of him wondered what was [i]really[/i] happening. Was he still snug in her arms, cuddling with her while she drained his sleeping form? Normally that woke him up, but she seemed like someone who could break the rules. And break [i]him[/i]. It was difficult to connect two thoughts together while she milked him of everything he had, every single sensation, extended that climax until it all blurred together, until pleasure became so constant he almost couldn't feel it anymore. Only then did Senka calm herself, her body relaxing as she pulled him upwards and licked his cheek. He hadn't seen the bed before, but all of a sudden they were in it, together, relaxing on a massive mattress while a cool breeze blew in through an open window that hadn't been there before. Outside, there was something more than night, the endless darkness of an unformed land, but he didn't let that bother him. He was safe there with her, getting rocked in her arms, listening to her sing as he beamed over him, snuggling him in what looked like a common bedroom, all of a sudden. There was a bed, a dresser, a desk, some pictures on the wall, all the standards. Though if he looked at those painted landscapes for too long he felt as if he was being sucked into them, vanishing into the worlds within the frames until she pulled him back to his current reality with a gentle squeeze.

“How are you doing, sweetie?" she asked him, her tone as sultry as it was friendly. She touched her claws against his cheek, ran her fingers under his chin, fussing all over him while he swam through an afterglow that felt like there was a shining liquid running through his veins.

“I'm doing very well, ma'am!"

“Good boy. I hope that was not too much for you. If you get scared, I will break you from this dream and all will be well again."

“Thank you, mama." He hardly even thought about it before saying it. That word just fit her so well that it felt natural. And it made him happy to see how brightly she smiled to hear it.

That earned him a big squishy hug, one that let him sink into her body just a little before popping free of her embrace. The thought occurred to him that he utterly loved how her skin felt against his own. It was so slick, so smooth, so slippery. The slime it left on his fur didn't even bother him. All he wanted was to rub his face against her, to kiss her and rub her all over, to be used as her personal towel, in a sense. He probably should have known better to let such distinct images form in his head when he was in her realm like that. All she had to do was tip her head at him and lick her chops, giving the softest of laughs to let him know she heard every thought.

“Oh my. You may speak of your desires if you like, Max. There's no need to keep them to yourself." For the slightest moment she let her voice drop to something mildly threatening. He recognized it as the same tone Shirazi used when she was being aggressively affectionate. “[i]I'll find out either way.[/i]"

It wasn't supposed to scare him. He knew that. It actually made him giggle excitedly, that she'd press his buttons just the way he'd learned to like. After that she playfully tickled him on the belly, running her smooth hands all over his body, feeling him up. He felt that she wanted him to do the same, so he mirrored her as best he could, tracing along her curves, her hips. Sometimes he was gentle, and sometimes he squeezed deep into his squishy padding. Her body seemed to massage him right back as he slid along her curves, taking a deep heft of her juicy backside, letting those heavy cheeks wobble in his grasp before he moved. She kneaded into his back, stroking him with those claws, combing through his fur without harming him in the slightest, despite how sharp they were. He worked along her sides, and eventually got to groping her breasts. He'd already given them plenty of attention, even sucked them, but there was something so pleasant about just taking a long, deep handful of them and squishing them tightly between his fingers, feeling them shaping to his grip, dripping with that sleek coating of her skin as he played with her a while.

His slight uncertainty over what to do next was quickly rendered irrelevant when she took him in her arms again, scooping him up and directing his face to her shoulder, patting him on the back as she held him. From there, she directed his face along her body, much as he had imagined. Every inch of her, every bit of that slime-coated surface got its own moment of attention while she swiped his innocent features all over her body, letting him savour in her every asset. A squish against her belly felt like the most snuggly thing ever, right up until he found himself snug between her thighs, held there, squeezed from all sides by her divine softness, feeling those juices dripping all over him, getting him wetter every moment, yet never seeming to drench him. He licked her pussy idly as she pushed him there, framing his muzzle between her legs, pulling him back and forth to [i]plap[/i] his face against the lips of her juicy sex again and again. Her fragrance clung to his face, refreshing with his every breath, huffed deep into the glistening folds her of gorgeous sex. It was enough to make him drool a little, tasting her over and over, feeling her own unending desires mingling with him, becoming part of him, opening up within his body like an endless void. And it felt [i]good[/i] to need that much.

If she wished it, he might have stayed there for an eternity, eating her out, indulging in her flavour, letting her feed off the pleasure they shared together until it became his sole purpose. But what about Mistress? He couldn't see nor hear her, but he could feel her presence nonetheless. Some sixth sense told him she approved of every minute of it. Knowing her, she was probably getting off on the way Senka was treating him, the voyeur that she was. That made him feel perfectly content to devote himself to Senka for a while, to lick her, kiss her, to suck on those plump pussy lips and drain the juices from them to swallow down, thick and potent with the taste of eldritch arousal. She wasn't like any other person, or any other [i]thing[/i] he'd ever met, but that hardly seemed to mean anything anymore. She was every bit as sexy as any creature of this world, and he wanted to eat her out as messily as he could just to prove it to her, slopping, slipping, [i]schlurping[/i] along the surface of her sex until she was so wet that every lick splashed him in the face with the excess of fluids flowing from her heated depths. It felt a little bit like drowning, but in a good way, somehow.

Emerging from her humid nethers did leave him gasping, even if he hadn't been struggling for air. The shock of the air around their bodies was enough to shock him, leaving him reeling for a time. A sudden pang of arousal struck him, making his whole body throb. It coincided perfectly with the sudden flex of her cunt. She had a need. And he would fulfill it, as long and as vigorously as she wished. Her smile never faded. Her fangs were always bared. But something shifted in her posture, in her shape, making her look more feral, more powerful, overpowering his senses with her ferocious beauty as she moved to push him to the bed. But even then, she was as gentle as ever, treating him as if he were delicate, as if she might so easily break him. He wasn't like the others, he wanted to say. She didn't have to worry about injuring him, especially in a dream. Yet even as she drooled with lust from jaws and sex alike, she was careful with him, her soft touch a constant reminder that she cared for him, that she would never harm him, not even by accident. All he could do was stretch out for her, comfy on his back, snug atop the blankets, watching her form moving over him like a glowing cloud, shrouding him in the warmth of her presence, raining upon him as her body dripped that pleasant slime, and then driving otherworldly pleasure into him as she sank down on his cock with the wettest [i]squelch[/i] his dreaming mind could muster.

He felt all her weight, all her thick, ample, motherly curves pressing down on him, keeping him pinned beneath her as she took him in. His regular cock might not have been the biggest, but the energy she drained from him ensured her pussy was positively gaping as she sucked him dry. Not even a single bounce and he was already cumming in her smooth, soft sex, bucking his hips, shaking, squeaking, whimpering until he barely had a voice left. It was too intense, yes, but he didn't want it to stop - especially when she stroked her way up his shaft, pulling his hips with her until he finally slipped mostly free of her soaking, clinging insides, only to feel her thump down on him again with a hefty slap of skin to skin.

It felt like she bent both him and the bed itself in half for a moment, sagging it down to the floor, making it creak and groan while he squeaked and moaned. All he could do was faintly clasp at her hips, feeling the strength in her thighs and booty as she raised herself for another momentous slam, pumping the seed and energy alike from him, keeping him in climax as before. He couldn't last for half a second between the thighs of the beautiful mother-monster, and he couldn't [i]stop[/i] cumming once he started either. Not with the potent ripples running through her body, massaging him, milking him, draining him once more as he gazed up into her smile, losing himself in the white light of her throat until it took over his vision entirely. He felt as if he'd gone to heaven - or maybe somewhere better, somewhere far beyond the divine binary of heaven and hell as he slipped deeper into mesmerizing ecstasy, just to have the mama nightmare bouncing ever so slowly up and down on his dick. The only thing that could rouse him from that state was the familiar cackle just nearby.

“Okay I can't take it. Not with the noises he's making. Let me IN there!" his mistress snickered, and when his vision returned to him he saw her looming there right above, her head resting against Senka's own, shooting him a grin that was inverted from his perspective.

His climax didn't stop. He was left pinned there, snug between Senka's squeezing thighs, getting worked over by her inner muscles without her so much as needing to ride him. Spurting, audibly gushing, he made such a mess of her that she ought to have been full by then, ought to have run out of capacity, if she were made of normal flesh. But she was endlessly empty, always wanting more, the sheer power of her desire filling him with something beyond neediness, and horniness, leaving him blankly depraved as he stared up at them both, seeing but not fully perceiving. Shirazi stroked his face, and the warmth of her palm woke him up a little, at least enough for him to smile and greet her in his shaky, broken voice.

“H-hi Mistress …"

“Looook at you. Does that nightmare pussy feel good, weasel? Does she make you wanna cum forever?"

“T-that about sums it up yes …"

“Goooood." She tipped her head and winked at Senka. “Don't go easy on him. You'd be [i]amazed[/i] what he can really take."

“I have not been," Senka assured her. “He is a good boy."

“He issssssss … “ came Shirazi's hiss as she hopped up onto the bed with the two of them.

Again, pulling out of Senka was like breaching the surface of an ocean, leaving him gasping, sputtering, writhing on the bed, still shooting his cum in all directions even once she'd stopped stimulating him. It splashed all over the covers, over himself, over Shirazi. She swiped some of it off her tits with a single finger and licked the digit clean with a giggle, then patted him on the cheek. Then she shot the nightmare a big toothy look.

“Lookit how good you're treating him. Can I help? I bet you've got more desires, knowing you, you kinky momster."

Senka's smile was pale and steady, unlike Shirazi's quivering grin. She tipped her head at the hyena, first to the left, then to the right, her expression unchanged. Then there came the [i]schlurping[/i]. She even managed to catch the hyena by surprise. And nothing surprised that maniac, it seemed. Senka's tongue whipped forth faster than Max could even see it, seeming to simply [i]appear[/i] all curled around the demoness, gripping her by the throat, wrapping about her shoulders, pinned her arms, snaking between her breasts, cupping them, lifting them, even giving a constricting [i]squeeze[/i] that made the hyena groan. She leaked milk upon Max's dazed face, which of course the weasel quickly lapped up without even thinking, though his attention remained firmly focused on the sight above him. Senka didn't scare him anymore. But … he couldn't help but worry for a moment to see his mistress so visibly [i]stunned[/i], even overwhelmed, slowly getting reeled in towards those dripping, glowing jaws. She wouldn't [i]eat[/i] his mistress, would she? Not right there in front of him. He watched the nightmare gaping her mouth open, wider, wider, unnaturally so, her jaw seeming to unhinge as the hyena's muzzle near it. Only when he gave a concerned whimper and wiggle down below did Senka stop. Shirazi wiggled in that grasp, but her dazed expression fell to one of lunacy and amusement once more.

“Oh, you're so fukken cute when you're worried sometimes, Maxy." She winked at him. “I hope it doesn't make you think less of me as a mistress to know how much of a massive slut I am for this nightmare beauty. I mean, have you [i]seen[/i] her? Makes me all wobbly in the knees just to think of her pretty smile … and, you know, her fat, shiny ass."

“Demons do seem to be rather aroused by me," Senka noticed, nodding. “Why is that? It's not as if I'm any more shapely than you can be, if you so chose."

“It's not about [i]thaaaat[/i]," Shirazi fussed. She looked silly wiggling there in the grasp of Senka's tongue, all coiled around her like a snake. “I mean, that helps. But it's more about not [i]knowing[/i] what you really are. Feeling all vulnerable around you, knowing you could probably [i]end[/i] us, but not even being sure ... nnnf, fuck."

That his mistress was getting a boner just thinking about it did serve as a bit of comfort, but Max still couldn't help but worry.

“You won't, um, you won't hurt her though, right Senka?" he timidly asked.

“Of course not, dear." Senka's soft reassurance came as she turned the hyena upside down, dangling her over her open jaws, squeezing her tight with her tongue. “Though I will certainly tease her in the way she likes."

“Ooh, ooh, that gives me an idea!" Shirazi shrieked, shouting her revelation much more loudly than was necessary. “Reel me in! I gotta whisper this in your ear"

“Shirazi, I already know what you're thinking. I also do not have ears. But very well."

Senka drew her close, letting the demon press her lips up against the side of her head, where those many tentacles of hair writhed about. Max couldn't help put perk up at the sound of those little murmurs, trying to catch what Shirazi was saying even if that was cheating, in a sense. But she didn't even seem to be speaking in actual words, just making sounds. Maybe it was a different language, but he was usually pretty good at picking those up quickly, thanks to the nature of his body. He got nothing but two knowing looks from above, one of them upside-down. All he could do was guess what exactly they were planning, but that didn't bother him. Whatever it was, [i]both[/i] his mistress and Senka approved. So it had to be good. And also good was having Shirazi nearby, once the nightmare finally let her down, laying her alongside the weasel, who of course quickly cuddled up to her side, reflexively clinging to her. That let Senka loom hugely above them both, blessing them with the glimmer of her permanent smile, faintly murmuring a sleepy song. It made Max just want to close his eyes and drift off, even if he was presumably already asleep.

Watching the thick-set nightmare turn herself around, Max found himself wondering if her tail alone weighed as much as him. That monumentally thick appendage swayed back and forth, the tip reaching all the way to the floor to drag across it as she gave them both a good look at her sleek booty. Those gorgeous, hefty cheeks were plump, smooth, round, perfectly shaped to utterly smother and engulf the both of them - Max wasn't being polite anymore. He [i]stared[/i], right up until all went dark as Senka came down upon them both burying them beneath her butt, smooshing them and smothering them under all that motherly heft, completely overtaking their faces and upper bodies alike as they cuddled together beneath Mama Nightmare. Max felt his muzzle slip sweetly between Senka's cheeks, kissing up against her rim, right alongside Shirazi's own face. They nuzzled together and kissed the lovely monster on the rump, giving her some nice wet attention beneath the tail, all nice and cuddled together while they got sat on. It was hard to say who savoured, who adored her harder, slathering and slurping that gorgeous rear, eating Senka's ass with deep drags and curls of their tongue. Max had never seen Shirazi [i]worship[/i] someone, never seen her acting so wilfully subservient but it just inspired him to offer his drooly tribute all the more deeply while the monster musically moaned above.

Maybe in reality they would have been crushed. But this was Senka's world. She could sit on them as hard as she liked, smothering down deeper, firmer, smothering them right up against the smooth skin of her dark asshole. Shirazi's muzzle squished right up alongside Max's, to the point he could feel her teeth beneath her lips while they tongue-fucked that lovely monster ass, completely buried beneath her, their legs four legs sticking out between Senka's thick thighs. Firmer, deeper, warmer - Max felt that rim stretching around his face, felt the inner warmth flooding his senses, and all the while it came accompanied by the most elegant of squelches, slippery, slimy skin sliding along his face until he and his mistress alike were neck-deep in the thickest backside to ever grace Max's face. She overtook them, sliding over their features, their chins, pressing down to their shoulders to immersed them in her body heat. It was surprisingly cool in there, at least to the touch. Shirazi's presence kept Max plenty warm. And it was only when Senka gave a proper [i]clench[/i], squeezing down on their heads and pressing them together that he fully comprehended the extent of her hunger. She was [i]consuming[/i] them, both of them, slurping them up beneath her fat tail, stuffing them into her rump with the force of her own squeezing alone, swallowing them up into her belly a little at a time.

Every moment of it was ecstasy for Max. The slippery sensations of skin on skin, the pressure, the cuddly closeness of his mistress, it was enough to make him deeply moan into the dark passage that claimed them. Shirazi wasn't any quieter. She didn't giggle, didn't shriek or whoop or snarl in pleasure like she often did. Her own pleasured noises were soft and feminine, even sounding overwhelmed, if that were even possible. Senka squished along the demon's tits, and got a louder groan out of her, but she stayed subdued, even [i]submissive[/i]. It didn't break the image for Max or anything. He was just happy to see her enjoying herself, and he happily devoted himself to the kindly creature right along with her, getting eaten by her ass, wriggling their way up inside of her, bathing in the darkness of her body while he got mashed up against Shirazi's own. The song echoed down to him as they went deeper, together. The slick slide upwards massaged his every muscle, soothing him wherever she squeezed on him, slurping him away along with Shirazi. A clamp around their waists allowed for a brief pause, but she hardly waited before slipping their cocks inside her, letting them endure the pressure of her hungry kneading, sending them to a peak but not quite making them cum just yet. She wasn't draining Max for the moment, which made him wonder if she was finally full. But by the way she teased him, massaged him, kept him edging and quivering, making his legs twitch as she slurped them up, he could feel at least one more big release on the horizon. His shivering, shaking, tensing body could hardly wait. He was going to give her everything he could. More than ever before.

He wasn't sure where they ended up one their paws popped past her ring and slipped snugly inside her body with the rest of them. Were they in her belly? It didn't feel like one. It was a damp, soft chamber, devoid of anything resembling digestive juices. It was just … somewhere. Deep inside of her, they were all smooshed together and warm, surrounded by Senka's loving presence, the chamber hugging all around them both. What might have been a frightful, confining experience was anything but for Max. He felt like she was hugging him from all sides, keeping him protected deep within her, safe from everything outside. Plus, his mistress was there too. Right on top of him, in fact. Once she'd recovered from the stunned sensations of being consumed by that thick nightmare rump, she was something more like herself. And she was [i]horny[/i]. He could feel her cock pressed against his lower back, grinding on him, humping him. She thrust and bounced there in mama Senka's stomach, bouncing that bulging belly up and down while the monster cradled them, massaged them, stroked their outlined forms and hummed a sweeter song than before. There was hardly anything sad about it this time, just a warm, soothing tune to keep them content while they shared their lust within her.

“Good boy. Good girl," she told them, her voice like honey, echoing down inside here where she kept them firmly hugged from all sides. “Mama will keep you safe. Does it feel good in there? I can make it feel even better."

Before either of them could answer, there came that [i]squelching[/i] once more. It didn't sound as silly when it echoed in that fleshy place like that. Tentacles sprung out from all sides, crowding them, coiling around them, stroking them, smearing juices across their fur. They thumped and throbbed against their bodies as they slipped into their more intimate places. Max soon found himself sucking on one, savouring in that fulfilling taste, while another slipped over his cock and started to loudly suck. Shirazi got one in the rump, plunging deep and fucking the cackles out of her while another coiled about her tits and squished them hard. That was enough to make her lactate, and that writhing black serpent swiftly attached to one teat, along with another, sucking her dry while she whimpered and lightly snickered her delight.

All that was left was for her to mount her pet, fully engorged as she penetrated him, sinking deep inside of him and holding him close while they both got ravaged by Senka's horny innards, fucked and drained of fluids. Max couldn't keep his cock from leaking precum in copious streams, feeling it all getting sucked out of him, consumed, slurped away into the nightmare's body, but he still had something building, something brewing deep inside of him, ready to erupt as soon as Senka allowed him. The rising pressure made him feel like he might just explode. But it was still pleasant, if a little worrisome.

There was the Shirazi he knew again. She had her mouth free to cackle in his ear, or to nibble along his scruff and shoulders while she fucked him. The force of her motions shook Senka's whole body, making her jiggle pleasantly. Max couldn't see that, but somehow he could picture it. Not two seconds of slipping deep inside him and she was already pounding him ruthlessly, rutting him like a beast, making him harder, tighter, squeezing on her while he sucked down Senka's juices. The tentacle slurping on his cock stiffened, as if aroused itself, pumping back and forth, sliding its slimy touch up and down his shaft, pumping to the very base, even enveloping his balls and putting some pressure on his taint while Shirazi massaged his prostate from the inside.

He was bulging with his mistress' dick, his body tensing, blazing, flexing as he writhed his way towards an orgasm that was so close, yet always not quite there, edging, pushing, teetering close to the precipice of completely, utterly giving in and becoming nothing but a vessel for pleasure. Senka was already draining him, already feeding from him, and he was pretty sure she was drinking of Shirazi's demonic essence too. However that worked. But she was still hungry, still lustful for everything he could give her, and as his balls tightened within that sucking tentacle, and he clamped down on the hyena's dick, he felt a great gaping void-maw opening up before him, all filled with writing tentacles like the one that ceaselessly sucked him off, allowing him a brief but clear glimpse of an appetite as infinite as anything he could ever comprehend. Her true self was nothing more than an eternally gaping maw, and he felt himself enveloped by her cosmic hunger as his climax finally broke free of the edging prison.

He meant to scream, but nothing came out but for the garbled, muffled whimper around the tentacle within him. Senka [i]came[/i] inside him, pouring a thick liquid down his throat while she drained the expulsion of seed and energy alike from his shaft, sucking it from him in massive quantities. She drank Shirazi's cum, too. The hyena came within the weasel, only to have it drained right out through Max's shaft, making him jizz it all out while Senka feasted upon them both. The demon came and came, her orgasm unceasing, giving Max everything, feeding their collective nightmare mistress as she moaned and sighed in gentle feminine tones. Sometimes her voice rattled slightly, sounding as if she blissfully gasped in two ways at once. All of that was partly drowned by the juicy suckles of those tentacles, draining,feeding, sucking Max so hard he felt as if his insides might be pulled out. He spurted for Senka, over, and over, endlessly, excessively, feeling her drinking that fine energy so fiercely he thought, for a moment, that perhaps he might truly run out, might really, finally go dry. The emptiness within him started as a small trace, a little spot of something, but it spread throughout his chest, through his belly, his balls, his thighs - there was nothing left to give. Whatever energy he was a conduit for, whatever gave him his particular abilities, it was really, truly, finally dry. He was nothing but a mortal.

Shirazi too was slumping, settling down on top of him. She was still hard inside him, but she wasn't moving much, faintly twitching, murmuring incoherently into his ear now and then. He'd never seen her so passive. She lifted her head briefly, only to flop back down, grunting, drooling on him, barely registering as conscious. He wanted to say something, to maybe ask her if she was okay, but he didn't have any strength for it either. His own body was starting to fade, starting to falter, too exhausted to even function. In his increasingly lightheaded state it felt as if she might pull his entire body down that tentacle if she kept sucking like that. He wasn't supposed to get that way. Anyone could use him for as long as they wanted, and he'd happily oblige, but Senka … she'd taken [i]everything[/i]. All there ever was. Maybe she had, through him, drained an entire world. Consumed a whole planet. And all he could do was wriggle there, trapped within her belly with his mistress, forced to worry about her, and if she'd ever wake up again. It was too much, too confining, too concerning. He wanted out. He had to make sure his mistress was okay, had to get back to the real world. All he wanted in those moments was to wake -

Consciousness came suddenly, jolting him back into the real world as if thrown. Or as real as hell could be, anyway. He was safely snuggled into Shirazi's bed, cradled beneath one of Senka's arms, with the demoness beneath the other. Both of them had their heads on the nightmare's bosom. Shirazi's eyes were closed, but she opened them when she sensed Max staring, giving him a little smile, showing off those shiny fangs he'd learned to love. Senka stroked his back, and in a moment, he knew he was himself again. The energy was there. The fatigue and empty feeling was gone, those sensations left behind in a fading dream as if they'd never really happened. A glance down revealed he'd spurted onto one of Senka's thighs while he slept, and so had Shirazi. The hyena giggled and humped a little at one big slimy leg, and Senka gave a soft laugh as she ran her claws through Shirazi's purple-black mane. Max was still staring, unsure of how he felt, though the afterglow of orgasm kept his muscles soothed, his scalp tingling as she ran fingers along the back of his neck.

“Good morning, Max. I hope you can forgive me. In those final moments, I felt myself hungrier than ever. I needed the smallest taste, just a sample of your fear. It will sustain me for a long time. I am very grateful."

He murmured a bit, not finding his words, until he finally just stammered a question.

“It wasn't real, right?"

“Not at all. It felt that way, yes. But you were always safe." She squeezed him warmly. “I would never hurt you."

“Just a feeling, then … so I'm not …"

“Empty? Certainly not. It was just a dream, sweetie. You're awake now, for real. Mama is here for you. Don't worry. I won't put you to sleep again without your permission."

Max thought about it a while. His eyes were open wide, and he glanced over to the demon, who enthusiastically nodded a few times. Then he gave her a smile.

“It felt great, Senka. Maybe a tiny bit scary. But not too much." His eyes gleamed as he looked up at her all affectionately. “I know you could probably be a lot meaner if you wanted. But you seem really nice. I hope you'll come visit us again."

“I would be glad to." The happiness in Senka's soft voice was reward enough for his help.

“I just hope you got enough. If that's … even possible. Enough for now anyway." Max wasn't sure exactly how it worked, those glimpses of the void distant memories by then. “I have lots more to give you, if it helps you feel better."

“And you can suck me dry anytime, six-eyes," Shirazi added.

Senka squeezed them both a little closer, squishing them up tight beneath her arms, mashing their face the pillows of her soft breasts.

“You two spoil me. I hardly deserve it," she said, her voice washing over them like a wave of cool water in the heat of hell.

“You doooooo though," Shirazi fussed. “You're the best spooky mom anyone can ask for and you better come cuddle us lots!"

“I will," Senka assured. “I'll take care of you, my lovely friends. Thank you."

Max wasn't sure about her at first, but he could feel that warmth, that kind, motherly love she had within her. It radiated from her shining form, bathing the both of them in adoration. Maybe she was dangerous. But she refused to be bad, or evil, no matter how hungry she might have got. And for that, he was thankful. Snuggling into her from one side, he joined in with his mistress in sharing affection for that eldritch beauty. No hesitation, no qualification. He was pretty sure he loved her, and so did Shirazi. She was their mother of nightmares, caring for them both, kind enough to make even a wicked demon into a gentle snuggle-bug, squirming up against her, happily murmuring and giggling away. She might have been the most dangerous creature Max had ever met. And that was precisely what made him feel completely safe, for as long as he knew she was there, watching over him and his mistress alike with her ever-glowing gaze.