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Max hoped she wasn't holding back for his sake. Maybe it was strange to think as much, given she was currently seated so firmly on his face that he was all but inside of her, but she was a demon after all. Max couldn't shake the feeling that being around her was causing her to limit herself to what she knew wouldn't harm or frighten him. For the most part, anyway. She was still pretty scary. And while he loved his time spent with that chaotic mistress, he didn't like the thought that he was somehow keeping her from fully enjoying herself, from fully embracing her demonic nature. Those were important too. Even the parts of her he didn't fully understand were important too. He wanted her to be her whole self around him, not just an easy-to-handle version. Not that her calmer state wasn't a handful either. Thus the extended ass-eating session.

Being safe beneath his mistress, indulging in her musk, in her taste was always a happy place for Max. He clutched her by the hips, clinging on to her excess curves while he ate her out with unceasing energy and the desire to please. He was pretty sure she'd been getting bigger lately. For once she'd actually been subtle about something. But the end result was she was even thicker, even heavier and squishier than when he first met her. He was utterly smothered beneath her rump, clinging to her, squeezing her while she rubbed against his entire face at once. His tongue seemed a pittance for pleasuring her back, given just how much surface area of glossy black rim he needed to cover with mere slurps, but of course there was so much more to it than a few simple licks and kisses. The power that lived within Max, that precious essence that used him for a conduit to pass onto other, more ravenous and greedy creatures was ever-present. And Shirazi drained it with every grind, every bounce and jiggle atop his eager face. They were both hard, dripping even, enjoying every moment of mutual pleasure, but Max still couldn't shake the troubling thought.

He waited for his mistress to be satisfied, taking her meal of energy and relaxing at last, sliding from his face. Not all of those feeding sessions were about fucking him silly. Sometimes she just wanted a quick snack, a quick burst of something to sustain her. Those were always fun too, especially when it meant cuddling afterwards. There was nothing he loved more than falling asleep together, safely nestled in her arms, boobs pressed up against his face or his back, her little sleepy-giggles like a lullaby to ease all his woes. Not that he had many anymore ever since coming under her care. She adored him, protected him, and flooded him with affection and pleasure alike. If there was anything to do to help her, to make their time together even better, he was ready to do it, he told himself as he slipped out of bed and left his mistress to rest. The only problem was, he still had no idea how demons really worked. If there even were any rules. He was going to have to consult an expert.

Naturally, that meant talking to other demons about it. In his time in Hell, he'd learned that its denizens didn't exactly adhere to any sort of hierarchy, but even so, there were certain individuals that others looked up to, be it for experience, wisdom, or sheer power. Benedict was one such demon, though Max never would have guessed as much to look at him. If it wasn't for the big bear's size, he might have looked like a mortal denizen of Hell, perhaps even a captive or a pet. There was nothing at all out of the ordinary about his appearance aside from him being a particularly massive specimen, even for a bear. He exuded no obvious aura of darkness or chaos, his teeth were the regular size, and even his eyes reflected golden and mostly gentle but for the occasional glint of something behind them, the tiniest hint of his true nature beneath all the squish and padding. His nickname among the demons was "The Deceiver," and, well, you had to be pretty good at that sort of thing to earn such a reputation in Hell itself, Max thought.

Nonetheless, even knowing that he was probably dangerous, the first thing through Max's mind whenever he saw that great big brute of a friendly fellow was to throw himself into that huge, squishy belly and do his best to give him as much of a hug as possible. The weasel probably couldn't even have got his arms around much of that bulk, but the effort would have been worth it to squish close to that great big teddy of a demon bear. The image in his head was so distinct that he could already imagine the texture of that bare fur pressed against his face, the soft, plush heft of that gut as he pressed his cheek into it, the warmth and cinnamon-y scent of that enormous ursine as he indulged himself in that affectionate gesture, squeezing and admiring as much of that fat and heft as he could. It felt so real, of course, because it was. Just being near that not-so-secretly demonic bear was making him act on those impulses, not even remembering how exactly he got there, or what he was doing beforehand. But it hardly mattered when it felt so good to just squeeze that big soft pillow, and rub against that soft coat, taking in the rich and masculine scent of the absolute hulk of a friendly-looking bear. His voice was as deep as it was good-natured.

"Max! Always a pleasant face in these dark halls. But by your expression I would say something is bothering you."

The bear was seated, shirtless, at an old-timey-looking piano, like something Max might have seen in a Western movie's saloon. He reached down to easily heft up the comparatively tiny weasel and sit him right there in his lap. It only took a single hand to hold him there, and so with the other, he plinked a simple tune on that outdated instrument and then sat back, running some of those massive claws through Max's fur, lightly stroking. He could be gentle for such a huge, powerful fellow, but that was starting to seem like the norm with demons. Max had yet to meet one who didn't have some sort of soft side. But maybe that was just the weasel's nature and personality bringing it out.

They hadn't actually met that often, but Benedict still spoke to him as if they were long-time friends. It was the same time flattering as it put Max slightly on guard. He had to wonder if the bear really did think of him that way, or if it was all part of his deceptive act. But the warmth and energy coming from him seemed genuine. He decided to offer big ol' Ben a smile.

"Ah. Well. It's just - I was worried about Shirazi."

"I think she is the last thing you'd ever have to worry about, Max. She finds joy in the strangest things. And she is very fond of you."

That made the weasel blush a little, but he pressed the issue.

"It's not that. I'm just thinking, you know." He stopped to gather his thoughts. Being in the bear's presence was at the same time a comforting thing as it was slightly unsettling. Unlike most demons, he never had any idea what Ben was truly thinking or planning, no matter how outwardly friendly he was.

"I don't know. But please go on." The bear's expression became a mask of concern that Max was pretty sure was genuine.

"Sometimes, even when we're having fun, I worry. She's not being herself, not totally, because she thinks it would scare me. Even though I want her to be totally free, never to hold back just for my sake."

Benedict chuckled briefly. "I think we all would prefer she hold back for our sake. And the world's. We might welcome a good amount of disorder and chaos down here, but she is something else."

"But isn't that bad for her? I'm worried it's ... hurting her, or something. Or worse - that she isn't even herself anymore."

"All because she shows you affection and care?" Ben tipped his head. "But, I will not tease. I see what you mean, and you may be right. An unstable mind like hers must occasionally be free to roam, so to speak. Perhaps I can help with this."

He stood, holding Max beneath one of his arms much as if the weasel himself were some kind of stuffed toy. Carrying him along, he moved to rustle through a bag of tricks that didn't seem like it was there a moment ago. At least not to Max's recollection. Various objects clinked, clunked, and wailed within, but it wasn't until Ben got his big fingers around something in particular that he withdrew to show off the prize. It looked like a simple dog collar, affixed with a blank tag. The colour reminded Max of Shirazi's eyes when they weren't demonic, that elegant royal purple she took on when she was particularly calm. Or when she wanted to trick people into thinking she wasn't a demon - something she was surprisingly good at. It was uncanny, really, how much that simple collar made him think of her. He couldn't feel any sort of dark energy or whatever else emanating off of it, but his senses were pretty distracted being overwhelmed by the bear's pleasantly masculine scent, tucked into a warm underarm as he was. He regarded the piece of coloured leather for a time as the bear held it up in front of him.

"All you have to do is put this on, and make sure she sees it the next time you're with her. The rest should take care of itself."

Max held up a hand. He wasn't just going to go ahead and trust someone known solely by his reputation of deceit like that. Or, at least, he was going to ask for an explanation.

"But what does it do?"

"That will be self-evident in time."

"Is this some sort of trick?"

"Oh, absolutely." The bear gave a mighty guffaw. "I will not even bother with the pretending. You know well this is liable to be a whole lot more than you ever asked for, that I shall misinterpret your wish like some particularly malevolent genie. However, even knowing that - I will ask that you trust me."

Max gave the bear a quizzical look and didn't say anything. Ben went on.

"No, really. This might be a trick the likes of which you aren't yet aware. But I am doing it with the best of intentions. And it will only work if you know nothing about what's going to happen. Does that sound reasonable?"

That he punctuated that with an absolutely charming smile made it even harder for Max to resist. The weasel nodded, clutching that collar in both hands when offered.

"Okay. But - I don't want her to get hurt or anything like that. She's important to me."

The bear gave Max a little squeeze with one of those massive paws.

"Me too. Like a sister, really. I'll be by to make sure everything's working right, don't worry."

He set Max down with a little pat on the head, his big paw about the size of Max's whole face, and set him on his way. Holding that collar, Max looked at it from every angle, shaking it, jingling the blank tag. It was shaped like a heart. There wasn't any sort of inscription, nor any sort of hidden demonic runes, or obvious curse. Holding it was just a matter of holding a piece of leather with metal buckles, as far as he could tell. There was nothing about it that would have set it apart from an ordinary thing back up in the world. Only the colour itself was unusual. It was exactly her eye colour. Well, when they weren't all glowing red, anyway. He thought of those calmer moments, those peaceful evenings together when the door was closed and didn't need to open for a while. Or those mischievous adventures she told him about, fitting in among mortals, at least for a little while, all because she changed her eyes to that lovely violet. They were always so pretty when she chose to wear them.

Before he returned to her, he clipped the collar into place. There came the first of the surprises. He felt it locking into place, not strangling him, but staying comfortably fastened around his throat and resisting any sort of tugging or fiddling with the buckle. It was there to stay, until it had its intended effect, whatever that was. He felt pins and needles creeping up his legs as he stepped back into the chamber where Shirazi waited. She seemed surprisingly dormant, sprawled out on her bed, faintly snickering to herself about one thing or another. He thought he heard her murmuring something now and then, but he couldn't tell what she was saying. Maybe it was a conversation with some unseen entity, or maybe it was just with the voices in her head. Either way, she was a pillowy, stripey expanse of softness and his first instinct was to just throw himself atop her and cuddle into her thick, plush fur. Probably because that was exactly what she wanted him to do. He could tell without her even having to say it.

His head was soon trapped between her tits as she squeezed them together, squishing against his cheeks until she relented enough to tip his muzzle up at and take a look at him.

"Did you enjoy your little adventure? Ohh, what's this? A present for Mistress?"

She reached down to tuck a finger into that collar, giving it a little tug. No reaction yet. Her grin never faded, that broad slash of interlocked fangs stretching across her face.

"Hmm. On pretty tight. Where did you get -"

She stopped. Her smile faded for a moment, and the glimmer in her eyes became subdued, more like hot coals than a raging fire. She looked lost, dazed, confused even for a moment, as if experiencing some sort of hard reset. His eyes widened as hers closed tight, and he reached for her as she flopped back, utterly stunned. Had she fallen asleep? It seemed more drastic than that. She was in an instant reduced to utterly comatose, collapsing limply to the bed, splaying out with her limbs bent in odd ways. It was enough to make him start to whimper, to grab her by the shoulders and give her an urgent shake, flattening his ears to his head. That he might have caused her harm in any way was the most frightening thought he could imagine. In time, she rebooted, opening her eyes again. This time, they were different.

To say they shone brighter than before was an understatement. They filled the room with that glaring red, as if suddenly staining their surroundings in blood. Her tongue wriggled from her lips, long and flexible, whipping out to lash around the weasel's throat, just below that collar. She held him in place as she changed. Her body twisted, convulsed, stretched and most of all, it grew. The hyena demoness was getting bigger, getting heavier, thickening out her curves and becoming even more sexualized than she normally was. Her hips were soon so wide he couldn't have even got his arms around them. Her bust grew heavier and rounder, perking up to a perfectly plump state as if defying gravity. And her cock was ever fatter, sliding from its sheath and growing to be as wide around as Max's fist, and then bigger. The bed collapsed beneath her new, enhanced weight and size - not the first bed they'd ruined together but startling nonetheless. He dangled there in the grip of her drool-soaked tongue, feeling it coiling all around him like a slimy serpent, her jaws open wide to reveal her elongating fangs. Her claws too were longer, sharper, jutting out from hands and feet alike as she hunched over in a feral posture, the thick mane on her back erect and fluffed out as she snarled and cackled all at once, bellowing out those frightful sounds without so much as moving her mouth.

Drool dripped from her deadly jaws just as precum trickled from her cock. Even those thickened breasts seemed to leak slightly, a faint drip of milky white falling from her heavy teats. She leapt to her feet with him dangling there, writhing, shaking, waving him all about while he flailed through the air, whipping along with that tongue as if he were the end of a flail. She still wasn't done changing. While normally she was demonic enough,the curved ram horns sprouting from her skull and twisting off to form an asymmetrical spiral only added to that appearance. So too did the spikes about her shoulders, looking like protruding bones. And then came the tentacles. They emerged seemingly from her spine, though it was hard to tell from the front. Half a dozen writhing black appendages sprung forth, dripping slime, or goo, or something thick and tarry, splattering upon the floor as Max dangled there. And soon, it was making a mess of his fur. It looked like it should have stained, but his unchanging form resisted it. Still, he was swiftly smeared in slippery lubricant, feeling that musky essence spreading all over him as she groped him with her long-clawed hands, stroking through his fur and massaging him with those many new limbs of hers, tongue gripping and squeezing him the whole time.

"Yes yes YES!" she screamed, tilting her head towards the distant ceiling, if there even was one. Her every word came in the voice of legions, a roaring chorus chiming in to harmonize with her bellowing nonsense. "ALL of it. YES. Every TOOTH. Every TOUCH. A thousand tender places to take you down and we MUST be sure to TASTE them first."

Whenever she put particular emphasis on a word, she lunged forth towards him with a wet snarl. Flecks of saliva hit him in the face, and the most he could do was wriggle as she went into that seemingly feral state. A sudden grunt from her seemed like pain, making her lurch forward and arch her back sharply. The sound of crunching and splurching rang out, making Max flinch. But her cock was throbbing harder the whole time, taking to urgent pulsing and spurting precum as she transformed even further. A great, shimmering pair of wings sprang out from her, unveiling and stretching wide at last, bringing with them a cloudy puff of uniquely leathery musk. Max had to bite his lip, just looking over his altered mistress and her exciting new form, all extra-curvy and massive, looking like some sort of stripey balrog as she gnashed her teeth at him, not caring if she bit her own tongue. All she needed was a set of hooves to complete the look, though he was kind of glad she kept those big soft paws of hers for now. He always liked them.

He wasn't sure which pleasure to focus on first. She flung herself at him, tackling him to the ground to completely overtake his form with her weighty own. She was bigger than ever before, thicker, heavier, all around larger, thanks to that transformation into something more demonic than ever. He couldn't move at all, but for the usual weasel-squirms as she ravaged him from seemingly all sides at once. For a moment he thought she'd enveloped him, schlurped him inside her body as if she were made of goo, but it was simply a matter of completely, utterly smothering him in her oversized bulk, burying him beneath her belly and her bust, keeping his head snugly wedged into her tits. Her scent was thicker than ever, nearly drowning him in that concentrated demon lust floating through the air while she clung to him and clutched him, drooling, biting the air, thrusting her hips, and constantly groping him with those many slimy tentacles. The noises were enough to compete with her craved cackles as they schlurped and schlopped all over his soft fur, oozing him up to make him shine. Despite how fastidious he usually was with getting covered in anything, he didn't mind that. It was like that slime was part of her, and by covering him with it, she was part of him too, in a way.

It was perhaps an odd time for such romantic thoughts, given he soon had a tentacle straight down his throat and several more toying with him between his thighs. Shirazi's cock was pinned up against his middle, grinding on him while she penetrated him with one, then two of those slippery appendages, stuffing him deep until he could feel them wriggling about in his belly. They felt alive. Another latched on to his cock, sucking taut around his cock and the energy around it. He felt as if his shaft was stretching longer for the sheer suctioning working around his modest inches, like it might end up swallowed right down one that tentacle for how hard it was sucking. In moments, those slimy things were filling with cum, stretching, bulging out as they swelled out with the seed shooting through them. It splattered inside him all at once, creaming him, stuffing him, overfilling him with that juicy demonic essence as she locked herself in a screaming orgasm that wouldn't stop. Soon, his body couldn't resist such an assault of stimulation any longer. It wasn't just a matter of cumming. He gave up all the energy he could at once, until it felt like he was exuding it from every pore. It was time for the hyena to feed.

She drained that power from him from every angle, every orifice. He felt as if his every single inch, every single part of his body, inside and out, was being put to use to pleasure her, nerves firing off with those crackling sparks of delight as he fell into a mental void, unable to do anything but give. She took all she wanted from him, using it to fuel that constant cumshot that creamed his lips, stuffed his belly, and even shot some cream all over his crotch while she sucked the seed down a tentacle, slurping it all up into her twisted form. A blur of activity kept him in that peak, his voice a silent whimper, muffled by that fat tentacle plowing in and out of his throat, plunging, fucking, taking him from both sides with such intensity that they both ended up meeting in the middle, slipping against each other's tips somewhere deep in the weasel's belly while he rapidly worked to absorb all that jizz to keep from expanding too large. Only when he was a thoroughly creamed balloon of a weasel did she withdraw, for all of two seconds. She tossed him across the room, leaving time to stand still as she intercepted him in her jaws like a dog fetching a frisbee, clamping her teeth down on him but doing him no harm. Though that thorough chomp was still enough to squeeze the squeaks out of him, leaving him flailing and flopping as she flailed about him like a toy. It was a good thing he was so resistant to any sort of damage.

Eventually she let go, sending him sailing and crashing to the floor with a splat, chasing after him with a snarl, sprinting on all fours. She was just a few steps away from a fully feral animal in that state, but she was still shaped like an extra-curvy lady. He only got a brief glimpse of her before she hit into him again, crashing to the floor and rolling over several times. They tumbled together across the room, moving into the shadows along the edge where they normally didn't visit. The darkness overcame him as if someone had switched off a light. But there wasn't much to see anyway. He was overwhelmed by the raving, shuddering beast of a hyena atop him, and soon, she was claiming him all over again. There was something different about it this time. She'd fucked him a thousand times, always with a certain air of possessiveness mixed with affection. But this was something more than that. It was as if she were making him hers for the first time.

"Little fucking fucksuck fleshfuck," she hissed, thought somehow he just knew she meant it all as a compliment. "I need I need I must I need I have I take I keep you in my broken thoughts."

He didn't manage to get a word or even a whimper in before she was humping him into the floor, rapidly thrusting that extra-thick demon dick against his whole body as if she were clubbing him. It bapped against him over and over, pinning him beneath its solid weight, letting him feel its every single inch, all those veins, throbbing, pulsing, bulging. She made an absolute mess of his face as she got that tip pointed under his chin, spurting over his features, gushing and splashing and painting him in her scent. Mine, her every thrust seemed to say. She didn't even have to snarl it out like she sometimes did. Her bestial body language said enough, as did those commanding thumps of dick to his whole body. It was as long as his torso, but something told him by the urgent twitching and pulsing that she intended to get it inside of him. There wasn't much he could do to argue with her then. She might not have even understood him anymore.

Thankfully, he'd grown accustomed to all sorts of rough treatment in his time with her. And he was flexible, too. That proved useful when she seized him by the thighs, wrenching his legs right up over his head to turn him into a capital U. Such a position might have been spine-crunching for someone else, but it was no problem for a weasel. He looked up into her insane expression, inspecting those raving eyes, that drooling grin of extra-long demon fangs, that lashing, forked black tongue, and just gave a curious dook. That was when she mounted him, lunging atop him all at once, weighing him down as if to drive him into the ground like a wooden stake. A slathering slide over his rim didn't do much to bring her closer to fucking him. Though it did smear an extra-thick dose of 'yena precum over his hole. That rest was just a matter of persistence and brute force. It was incredibly fortunate in those moments that Max happened to be nearly indestructible, because he was pretty sure she wouldn't have held back if he wasn't.

Stretching, shoving, pushing, forcing her way into her pet, the transformed demon clawed great grooves into the floor, gnashing her fangs inches from his face. It might have intimidated someone else. He smiled at her instead. Not to mock her, but just to know that she was having a good time. She was letting it all out, taking anything she wanted, and the mutual pleasure they shared told him that she was enjoying it every bit as much as he was. Draining him was a constant thing, guzzling down oceans of energy compared to her usual dose that could have been measured in pints. It was a constant, unfathomable orgasm even before she was actually fucking him, making him squirt and bite his lip as his body convulsed to the ecstasy blazing through him. And when she finally sank inside, tucking that plump cockhead up inside him, pushing down in a harsh, drilling motion, her hips poised and her ass pointed up so she could clap those big fat nuts down on his glossy white booty, fucking him full of demon cock with every ruthless thrust. And oh how she laughed all the way through it.

"Fear me run run run little squiggles on the page I paint the warning in the margins and you never were good at LISTENING."

Her demonic hyena giggles were frightful at the best of times, but he'd learned to find them endearing. Those though - he had to admit he briefly flinched when he saw her lunge into those body-rattling, ear-piercing hysterics. They made her convulse so violently he thought she might break apart. But a demon like her could withstand even the deepest of lunacy. She cackled right in his face, drooling all over his features while she plapped his butt, bringing down those plump demon balls right on that fine rear of his, stirring up the spunk left behind by those many tentacles. It squelched with her every belly-bulging thrust, turning him into something like a living condom as he stretched around her excess girth. Her jaws were gaping wide, her soul-thirst sucking down the energy from his own open mouth, sucking him as if to try to dry him out. He was a boundless vessel, offering every single drop of sustenance a ravenous demoness like her could possibly crave - but surely it had some sort of limit, didn't it? If not for how much he could give her, then how much she could take ...

Additional transformations were hard to notice exactly while she rutted him half stupid, but he caught them in the glimpses between her unsteady thrusts. She was getting stronger. Some of it was obvious, in the added muscular weight around her arms, her shoulders, a dose of more masculine features that were balanced out by her expanding bust. Those tits got fat to the point they were the size of her head each, those perked black nips standing taut and firm, leaking milk as they jiggled up and down with her rabid fucking. She rutted his body until he could taste her cum, stuffed so deep inside his rump that he was a sleeve for her, a toy. It would have destroyed an ordinary mortal. But he was her pet, her weasel, her plaything. He could handle anything she threw at him. Especially if it brought her pleasure. And judging by her swelling balls, her twitching cock shoved deep inside him, it certainly did.

A cumshot bulged its way up her shaft, her balls clenching up against him, letting him feel them churning, squeezing, loudly sloshing and even gurgling as they processed up the potent load that shot straight into his body. Of course it was hot, but this time shockingly so, as if she were cumming hell itself inside his belly. It didn't burn him or anything, but it certainly made him pant and gasp, squirting for her as she finished within him, staying nice and hard despite how overstimulated he was getting. He hardly even noticed his own climax anymore. It was just more pleasure amid the sea of good feeling she was granting him with her ferocity. She shot her spunk inside him until it was leaking down to flow from his inverted mouth, his upside-down body still planted on the floor. Really, he thought as he gurgled and coughed on some of that excess demon seed, he was surprised she managed to stay committed to the same position all the way to orgasm, given how especially impulsive she was acting. But that didn't stop her from turning him into an overfilled, leaking condom for that jumbo-sized load of hyena jizz milked out by her extra-potent, plumped-up nuts.

When she pulled from him he sealed up tight as if never stretched to obscene size, his belly starting to shrink down to normal once more. Her essence still clung to him, of course. He was utterly soaked in her scent. But he welcomed that. She was a blur above him, leaping from one place to another, her form shifting and unstable, seeming to mutate right before his eyes. She could do anything, be anything. Sometimes she was a different colour, for just a flash of a moment. Sometimes she was a whole other species, only to settle back on hyena, her favourite. Large, small, terrifying, gentle. Every form she could possibly imagine manifested one after another as she cycled through her many impulses, intentionally or not. But in the end she settled back on the same appearance he was used to, albeit twisted into that hulking, sexualized werehyena form. He was sprawled out in an X on the floor, leaking her cum when she snatched him up in both hands and brought him to her jaws.

He didn't especially like the idea of her eating him, usually, but he would happily go along with it if she liked it. So when she stretched her maw open, giving him a good drooly look of that black inner flesh of hers, he braced himself for what seemed inevitable. Rather than shove him in, she instead lashed forth with her tongue, wrapping it all around his body to reel him in as if she were a frog. He ended up wedged half way in her jaws, his head popping into her slimy throat to listen to all the gripping glurks around him as she swallowed all the spit he welled up with his presence. She wasn't actually eating him though, not yet anyway. Instead, she sucked on his whole upper body, pursing her lips around his waist as she drained the flavour from his flesh, working him back and forth, bobbing along his body as if she were sucking off his entire body at once. Eventually that meant schlurping his cock in over her lower lip, placing it on the base of that constantly wriggling tongue, letting him grind into the cleft right down the middle as she kneaded him in her mouth and throat alike. The slobbery embrace was blazing hot, loudly splattering her juices in all directions, but her sweet breath rapidly puffing up in his face told him she was enjoying herself. And that was all he could ever ask for.

Another curl of her tongue and she encircled his thighs, using that leverage to plunge him in and out, throat-fucking herself with his whole upper body as she licked his dick and urged him to cum for her through willpower alone. He could feel it, that radiating insistence, the power of her thoughts joining with his. Working that wet tongue between his cheeks to shove it inside his well-fucked rear certainly helped him comply with her unspoken command. She fucked his ass with that flexible appendage, feeling much like another tentacle working inside of him, eating some of her own cum right back out while she massaged him with her whole maw at once. The only part of him left outside were those paws of his, flailing and kicking about as she pleasured him, gulping loudly around his face as she continued the constant feast of energy. He had to wonder if indulging like that was even healthy for a demon. She was getting so much from him, more than even he could handle, making him want to scream for how good she was making him feel during that extra-intense draining session. But he was going to have to settle for a squeaky little whimper as she milked another shot out of him, making him lay some thick ropes over her tongue, and his own belly, and his face. It rained down on his features, making him taste it as she swallowed it all down in heavy, neck-bulging swallows. Thankfully, for the moment, her tongue kept him in place, wrenching him free of those jaws once she'd guzzled his load. She soon had another place for him.

"Put him in his place feel him in his face from the other side the juices trickle brightly ..." came her murmuring. He knew not to try to make sense of it. It was more about the feel of the words than the meaning, anyway.

When his mistress had breasts so large they looked as if they might have collectively outweighed him, of course he wanted to get his hands on them. She chose to look that way after all. That meant she wanted him to look, and to touch. He knew how she communicated after spending so much time with her. A stiff shove and he was in her cleavage for a moment, smothering in that wet fur, feeling her sweat, her scent all clinging to him as she immersed him from both sides. A squishing squeeze from both sides with her hands sandwiched him between her tits, leaving him barely even visible but for his feet sticking out the bottom. She used her tongue as another limb, clutching him by the ankles and pulling him slooowly down, letting him rub his cock against her soft, silvery fur the whole way, trailing leftover cum and spit as he went. Then she shoved, vanishing him in demon cleavage once more. She was wetly titfucking herself with his entire body, leaving him to glide along one of the silkiest parts of her pelt as he went. Well, that was hardly fair. She was fluffy everywhere, but right then, with her extra-cushy breasts squishing him from both sides, he felt like he'd finally found the softest part of her.

Of course she didn't stop until he came again. He was hers to milk as she saw fit, to pleasure even when it was starting to numb him out a little. His stamina was much greater than any mortal's for certain. They would have been aching by then. But Max, he just let her manipulate him, his face gliding along her hot fur along with the rest of his body, nuzzling up under her chin when he got a chance. He had to sneak in those cuddles somewhere. Eventually though, he couldn't feel how good he felt. Another hefty squirt marked her cleavage nicely, the weasel cumming all over those oversized breasts. The moment the first splat hit her, she wrenched him back. Not to keep from making a mess. Very much the opposite. She made sure to manipulate and angle him while he went off for her so that he'd lay those ropes over her fat tits nice and evenly, giving her a hot layer of cream to mix with all the other fluids clinging to her fur. It was like she was forcing him to be just the slight bit possessive of her. Though soon he was smothered in his own mess, just in case he felt like he was in charge.

Maybe it was foolish to try to communicate with her when she was like that, but he couldn't help but ask.

"Does Mistress feel good?"

"Hnnnnnngrrrrrgh ..." came her reply. It was probably a yes.

He soon felt the smooth surface of a perked black nipple against his face, smishing close to his lips, making him kiss it until he just naturally latched on. She was already leaking milk steadily, but when he started sucking, that flow just got thicker. He was swiftly rewarded for his service with a gushing treat of sweet cream. It was like sucking dessert straight from her body, hot and decadent, delighting his palate as he drank from her like a good little weasel pet. Getting her tits sucked was enough to quell her cackling madness for at least a moment. Instead, she cradled him with one hand and stroked his back with the other. Such attention made him realize just how huge her paws were getting in that semi-feral state - and most of all, her claws, those massive blades stroking along his fur like a set of swords dragging along his skin. They didn't cut him, but he could feel their sharpness. The hyena was a berserking, destructive machine after feasting on more energy than a demon was ever supposed to consume at once. Her calm was almost certainly a temporary one, but he was content to enjoy it for as long as it lasted.

"Gooooooood. Sweetest weaselmeats upon my teat. Suck and suck and eat."

She wasn't going to let him be done with those tits just yet. As slowly as she might have been moving, it was somehow more intimidating. She was deliberate now. She knew exactly what she wanted. And that was to push Max into a snug position, his cock between her tits at first, but then slipping over to smoothly slide across one of those sleek black areolas. A little more pressure, and she lined him up with a perked nipple. There was no need to push him any further. It latched onto him as if it had suddenly grown a pair of lips. Perhaps it had. Max tossed his head back with a little shriek when he felt that sudden suck, getting a blowjob from his mistress' tit. Not much surprised him with her anymore, but that certainly caught him off guard. So too did the intense, sucking pressure that felt as if it might just fold him in half and drag him right inside her breast for loudly slurping to guzzle the juices from his cock. She made him cum with just a few good sucks, and she wasn't stopping.

Soon he was squirming as she grasped him, holding him close against her cheek, sprawled over her shoulder like a sack. His shaft twitched within her milky breast, making it slosh and leak as she drained him. It grew fatter with her feast, defying gravity as it stayed perked and lofty no matter how heavy it got. Though she was starting to get just a little lop-sided. She pulled him out with a satisfying POP, leaving him splattering across her cleavage, rapidly unloading as he curled his toes and cummed for her constantly, firing off, gushing, hosing down her bosom with a generous splatter of weasel jizz. He'd never made such a mess of her before, and he had to admit he loved the look of those fattened breasts all painted with his seed. Though he didn't get to look for long before he was sinking into the other, schlupping smoothly into her left breast, feeling her powerful heartbeat thumping away while she enhanced her bust with that ravenous draining. It was all enough to make him start to blank out, his head buried in that erect fluff of her mane, barely able to see much at all.

Soon there was even less. He was content to fuck her nipple for as long as she wanted, cumming and cumming until he wasn't sure what not having an orgasm felt like anymore. But when she had a whim, she followed it, her tentacles lashing up and snatching him, wrapping around his waist and pulling him free with a spray of milk and cum alike. She'd already sat on him plenty that day, but when she was so much more, so much bigger, it was like getting completely enveloped in that stripey valley. He was trapped beneath her booty in an instant as she came down firm upon his face, letting him slip momentarily directly past that slick rim. It clamped down around his head, holding him deep within her, immersed in her intense body heat, feeling her clenching on him. Then he slipped back out and got rubbed on by that heavy donut, thicker than ever, gliding over most of his body as she made him vanish beneath her ass. Only his little paws were sticking out from beneath the behemoth of the transformed hyena. And she wasn't getting up until she was done, draining that energy up inside her body, making him feel as if his whole body was plunging in and out of her backside for how powerfully she was sucking that essence up beneath her fluffy tail.

When he came gasping out from beneath her, bathed in her sweat, covered in her scent, she brought him to those swollen tits once more, letting him latch on and drink the product of his own potency, swallowing a mix of cum and cream alike as she let him nurse a while. He drank from her until his belly was full, and let the rest trickle down his front side, splashing over his face and chest as it continued flowing, even squirting at him for a moment. Then she took him by the waist and started turning him upside down. It was hardly a 69 position, given how much bigger she was than him at that point. He found himself pointed straight at her dick, that spire pulsing up as if reaching for him. There was enough time to get a good look at that cockslit of hers, gaping wide, opening like a mouth. Strands of thick cum stretched and snapped between the sides like spit. That was the last look he got before she sank down to her knees, piledriving him straight into her dick face-first, leaving him surrounded by darkness and those excess schlurps that came with his fur and skin meeting those well-lubricated insides. They clenched up around his features, burying him in the most intense of demon-yena scents as she swallowed him down towards her balls in a series of excessive gulps until he was diving deep into the reservoir of fresh cum that weighed her nuts down. He stretched them nearly to the floor, making them hang and wobble, hugging all around the outline of his form once she slurped his feet away. When it came to ending up inside her, it was definitely one of the best places to be, though it remained hot and stifling, the heavy cream clinging to his fur, soaking into his skin, utterly marking him as hers. As if that wasn't already obvious.

She of course couldn't digest him, but she could certainly drain him while he was sagging in her sack, swinging back and forth amidst the sea of seed that sloshed there. It simmered all about his body, splashing over his features, making him feel like she was marking him again and again, over and over. No matter how deeply imbued with her scent he might have been, she claimed him with it more deeply with every churn, every gurgling squeeze of her clenching nuts as they pulled up tight around his body, forcing him to swallow some of that pent-up spunk that splashed from wall to wall. It was thicker by the moment, making it hard for Max to even wiggle properly, pushing out against the silky-smooth chamber that held him in the sauna of Shirazi musk. And soon he found he wasn't exactly alone in there either.

He thought it might have actually been some sort of snake this time, for all winding, curling, coiling movement going on beneath the surface of the cum bath like some sort of jizz-dwelling sea serpent. But it was just those tentacles again. They lashed up from the depths and coiled about his limbs to bind him in place, squirting over his face as if sucking up the spunk from all around them. It left Max enduring a constant facial, his features getting slathered and smeared down by the hose of Shirazi seed spraying all over him, until he couldn't possibly drink any more of that delicious cream. He still loved every drop of it, even in such abundance, but Shirazi of course wasn't content to just keep him there. Those tentacles latched on to this body, wetly submerging Max's dick as if absorbing it, squeezing down once his shaft was utterly buried in the slime as if he'd shoved it into a bowl of jelly. And then came those sucks. They were aggressively draining the energy from him as the others attached to him like leeches, serving as additional places to suck him dry with every slurping squeeze and flex. Max still remembered the dream Senka gave him where he finally ran out of energy, finally emptied out and went hollow, but surely that wasn't really possible ...

"Gllrk ... Mistress?" he murmured, to no effect.

Shirazi wasn't so much cackling as she ferociously fed her more feral desires as she was just screaming. She wailed out so loud that they might have heard her in heaven while she double-fisted her big fat dick and rapidly pumped her hips, fucking her own grip until she stumbled to her knees. That left Max with the lurching feeling of falling until those weasel-weighted nuts plapped down to the surface of that dark place, splashing their contents all over him once more, leaving him fully submerged for a few seconds. He didn't mind. Diving beneath the silky surface of that thick mess was blissfully warm and smooth. He didn't even mind it getting all over his fur - a firm exception to his fussiness when it came from his mistress. Though he was starting to get a little concerned for her. He was paralyzed by the power of her demonic hunger, feeling the energy rushing from his body, pumped down those many tentacles, bulging with the glowing force she drained from the conduit of his body. That had to be the equivalent of a thousand souls by then, and she was already sunk down, shrieking, violently shaking all over as she indulged the deepest of her desires. She was pure, unrestrained hunger and he fed her lust and appetite all at once just by lurking there in her nuts, like a fluffy living battery.

Even he found it a little overwhelming. He didn't know he could even get numb anymore, but he was losing feeling in his more sensitive places. His thoughts were harder and harder to control, colliding, smearing, growing faint as he gasped his way to the surface of all that spunk, his jaw left gaping open, dripping demon cum as he drooled dumbly, staring off into the darkness as he got ruthlessly tentacled. He was starting to feel it, starting to glimpse in reality that tiny bit of emptiness, that strange, unfathomable feeling of actually running out of that wonderful energy that travelled through his body. And with that came a sense of fear, a sense of horror that it was even possible. Not because he worried what might happen to his body once fully drained of everything he could give. It was more the idea that he might no longer be useful to her. That even if she liked him still, that he wouldn't be able to provide for her needs anymore after this one excessive feast. It was just as those thoughts were creeping into his head that a voice rumbled into the room, resonating so deeply that Max could feel it, even packed away deep down in the darkness of his mistress' balls.

"I think you've had enough, 'Razi."

It was that same deep tone that distinctly belonged to Benedict. Max turned his head towards the source, though he couldn't exactly see in there. Just his presence was enough to make Shirazi cease her draining, teetering just on the precipice of going too far. By then, the hyena was a hulking, slouching mass of spikes and horns, pure demonic chaos embodied in a stripey form. She directed a wet-jawed snarl towards the bear, crawling on all fours away from his solid form, retreating into the shadows with her captive plaything.

"Now now, don't be like that. I know you care about that sweet boy. Neither of us want you to hurt him."

Max wanted to reassure Ben that his mistress would never hurt him. Though he'd already glimpsed a little something, a hint of power in that crazy demon beyond anything any other hellspawn had ever shown him. She was never limited by her own ability to harm him - she just never wished to. There was something more lurking inside of her, and that had only been the briefest look at her innermost chaos. Maybe he really was in danger.

"He's miiiiine!" Shirazi shrieked, snapping her jaws at the air with an audible click.

"Not arguing with that. Just here to help you out a little."

As he approached, the hyena recoiled at first, jerking her body away from the bear's bulk as the naked beast approached her hunched form. Her cock remained rigid, pushing up between her tits, fucking into her own cleavage with her every violent motion. Eventually she relented, holding her position, letting the bear get closer and closer, her body twitching the entire time. Benny scooped her up in those great big paws, not caring how big she'd grown. As he grasped her, she shuddered and whooped in alarm, squirming stubbornly, but accepting whatever it was that was being done to her. It was more than just holding her. She softened as he gripped her, holding her oversized body against his belly until her most feral features had receded in favour of her more seductive, curvaceous body as before. Shrinking her down to a more regular size made her easier to grasp, even when she kept on wiggling like she was throwing a fit the whole time. She was still plenty thicker, her bust so big it made it difficult for them to be face to face, those oversized 'yena tits squishing up against the bear's burly chest. His belly stuck out just as far, squishing against her cock as she throbbed and pulsed, spreading an excess of precum through his fur. Then they kissed.

Max wasn't sure how he knew what they were doing, exactly. He could feel the energy thrumming through the both of them, feel the sensation shared with his own nerves as if he was at that point a part of Shirazi. He felt her every throb, her every pleasant twitch as she locked tight into a slobbery smooch with the big fat bear. For once, she wasn't the messiest kisser around. She drooled plenty, but so did he, shoving that thick tongue of his right down her throat, totally overtaking her whole muzzle with his big wet maw. They omphed and gromphed against each other's faces for a time, and for a moment Max's heart gave a leap when he thought that maybe Ben was eating her. But no, it was just a matter of sucking face in the most literal sense of the word, slipping and slobbering all over one another, the hyena humping up against the bear's belly as it grew softer and heavier with every moment spent in that sloppy makeout session. For once it wasn't Max who was getting drained.

The bear gulped of that energy, stealing it from Shirazi, sucking down all that excess power that had so drastically transformed her body. It all became his - and all it did was make him fatter. She shrank down to normal size but for her balls. That just made her pet-stuffed sack look even more enormous, near the size of her whole form as they sagged down between her silvery thighs, swinging back and forth with the vigorous motion of her humping at the bear's big gut. Ben was a hefty fellow at the lightest of times, but he was looking even more well-fed by then. His belly pressed outwards like a big chocolate-coloured pillow while Shirazi rubbed against it, seeming to be almost paying tribute to it as she thrust and bucked and slammed her body against all that bulk. Max could feel the attraction, feel the lust she had for that plump bear just radiating off of her. It was making him horny, too. He was thinking about that soft, cinnamony body pressed up against him, those enormous paws cradling him, holding him against that cushy form. The scent of his heavy nuts, or the heft of his great wide cock, his puffing, growling breaths on the back of his neck ... and the weasel soon had his wish, as if the bear could read his mind.

"You know, you can't just keep him there forever, Shirazi. A good boy like Max deserves his freedom. Or his freedom to serve you, that is. Let's liberate him."

Shirazi still wasn't exactly much for talking, faintly snickering as the bear manipulated her. It reminded Max of the way she handled him, just rearranging her body and adjusting her limbs as needed, like she was simply a toy. They slowly sank down to the floor together, or what had been the floor, moments ago. Instead, they were suddenly in a much cozier place. A fire crackled in the hearth, instead of simply everywhere at once, and the sound of rain pattered on the ceiling of that rustic log cabin out in the middle of - well, still hell, but a nice part. Perhaps that was Benedict's realm. A peaceful one for a demon. But, just like other demons, he wasn't like other demons. They all had their own unique thing. Most importantly of all, that comfy cabin had a great big bed for them to sink down on together, the bear turning the hyena around so she was sprawled on her belly, with that fat bear gut pressed up against her back, pinning her, squashing her flat to that firm mattress with the sound of bedsprings creaking as they sagged down to the floor beneath Benny's energy-enhanced weight. He'd grown plump on the stolen power, and beneath him, Shirazi was little more than a wiggling, giggling, mess of a creature, smothered beneath the magnitude of all that power, all that fat and excess, and by the welcoming warmth of the mighty but mostly gentle bear outta hell. But for all the biting anyway.

Max could feel those little surges of pleasure passing through Shirazi's body every time those teeth clamped around her neck and shoulders. He could tell how much she loved getting treated that way. Those big paws clutched at her all possessively, as if she might possibly be able to squirm away from him with all that weight atop her. The only way she could have possibly escaped from him was if she were to drastically alter her form, perhaps to something more like a living liquid. But that wouldn't do at all with Max tucked up in her balls. Those bloated orbs soon got tapped by the bear's big, blunt dick. It was nearly as wide as it was long, a great, solid club of a cock that pressed up against the smooth outline of Max's face, dunked down in hyena spunk, sloshing in her nuts as he got humped a little. After that, it was time to slide up smoothly along the other demon's taint, rubbing against her sweaty rim with a few good strokes before he started spreading her out. Demons were always so excessive, so wet and juicy, ready for fucking at a moment's notice. The precum Benedict's cock was spitting out with every flex of his great big body was enough to lube Shirazi up just right, splashing across that glossy rim as he sunk up inside her body. And Max could feel it all as surely as if he was getting fucked by the bear himself.

"I'd rather hoped to find the time to get you wrapped around my dick, Max. How efficient that I can have you both at once. How does my cock feel inside her?"

Max couldn't answer, of course. He was busy absorbing into his Mistress, in some sense. All he had to do was close his eyes and let those other sensations melt away as he mentally became a part of Shirazi's body. His own was still intact deep inside her nutsack, but it was as if he'd possessed her, or perhaps more like she'd absorbed him. He could feel her every single sensation, not filtered through their connection, but as if her body was his own. The sensitivity of her tits pressed down against the sagging bed, the sharpness of her fangs, the drool pent up in her jaws. With her every breath, she gave him that warm bear scent to enjoy, sucking it deep into lungs and mind alike, letting even Max get a little drunk on that overwhelmingly masculine musk. Her intoxication became his own, and together, mistress and pet, they indulged in the delight of getting fucked dumb by a great big bear, as Benny's dick sunk deep into that 'yena butt, spreading her out, stretching her belly, and tapping his own balls up against her Max-swollen sack. He could even feel the pressure of his own body stretching out her nuts, but it was like that wasn't even him anymore, just a dormant shell while his mind occupied Shirazi. His thoughts were mostly drowned out by the laughter in his head once the bear started to really fuck them both.

"Mmmmn," came the bear's intensely bassy grunt. "You know, Max. Your mistress is a powerful creature, but she has such a weakness for me. I've left her utterly ruined time and time again. I make her drool for me. More than usual."

It was like he put them on a bed for the sole purpose of demolishing it with his forceful thrusts. He'd been gentle, playful, kind so far. But he was still a bear. One of those great long ursine groans, and he was throwing himself into that striped ass, shaking Shirazi's body and the bed beneath them both, rattling it back and forth across the floor while the frame creaked and audibly cracked. Or maybe that was Shirazi's body, but Max didn't feel anything negative. There was only the bliss of getting rutted, getting slammed into and stuffed to stretched and rounded with that shape of that fat bear dick while Benny started pounding down upon Shirazi's body, clutching her to his chest and gut with those one of those signature crushing bear hugs. He popped a few of her joints, but she didn't complain one bit, even at a particularly nasty-sounding CRUNCH. Max internally flinched at first, only to realize that felt good too, sending a rush of pleasure all throughout Shirazi's body as she got mangled all aggressively. Demons really were something weren't they?

It probably looked more like a mauling than a fucking, all growling and grunting and slamming down on her body like that, but the hyena demon was simply giving her happiest cackles all through it, or even breaking from those manic noises to moan like a normal person. That she didn't sound like a shrieking horror and instead just like a pretty woman getting fucked just right was something Max hardly knew how to react to. But he didn't have to do much of anything, other than soak in the feeling of that broad dick rubbing up against his mistress' pleasure button, milking the juices out of her, making her spurt precum all over her tits and even her own face. The pressure was building. He could feel it, making her balls go taut and bulging, her shaft swelling out even bigger than before, pumping, pounding, pulsing in her pointed ears. She clenched her jaw up tight and let her eyes roll back as that manic ecstasy seized her, the slamming force of that big bear blanket smothered over her striped back shoving her straight into orgasm, ready or not. And clamping down on her fluffy occupant, highlighting his every single feature with the tight embrace of her swollen sack was only helping to churn up an even more potent cumshot than expected. Maybe more than ever before.

"Rrrgh, that's it, squeeze on me, both of you. Not so scary when you're my little stripey condom, are you, bearslut?"

To make sure such a potent moment didn't go to waste, the bear wrenched the hyena back right in that moment of climax, hoisting her from the bed just before it finally collapsed to hold her suspended by his grip on her tits. He squeezed those soft breasts down flat with the force of his meaty paws, just adding to the pleasure screaming through her body, and Max's too. It felt so good he wasn't even sure he could take it anymore. There was no squirming, no whimpering, no kicking his legs to show how overwhelmed he was getting. All he could do was internally cry out as they rocketed over the edge together, Max and Mistress, together as one body, one mind, at least for those moments. The peak, the heat, the scintillating awe of such rapturous, mind-altering sensations exploded through his every thought until finally there came that squirt. A bucket of hyena cum marked up that cozy cabin, spraying clear across the entire room, hosing down the walls, the ceiling, the windows, painting, marking, musking, steaming. And cum wasn't the only thing she shot out in those writhing, clenching, convulsing moments of extended euphoria.

"Ha! Look at him soar!" came the bear's amused voice.

Max blanked out right until the moment he felt himself hit the floor. The SPLAT that followed was simply comical, leaving him skidding across the puddle of hyena jizz that formed there, his own form plastered in that musky coating, completely claiming him as his mistress' property. He looked over to where she dangled in the bear's big paws, her legs falling limp and flopping beneath her while he came inside her. His teeth sank deep into her shoulder, gnawing on her as he filled her, pumping her belly full of bear spunk while she gushed the last of her weasel-fuelled orgasm across his dwelling. Her gut stretched out until she looked like she'd swallowed a melon, or maybe two. It wobbled and sloshed with the force of all that cum shooting up her backside, her tits starting to leak once they swelled up with the engorging load churned by those sweaty bear nuts. Eventually she was drooling it too, thick ropes pouring from her open jaws, raining down along her stripes to pain her and soak her, matting down her fur and partly clouding over her usual musk with the rich scent of pure, unfiltered bear.

When he was done with her, he just let her go. She pitched straight down, flopping to the floor, slipping off his dick with the help of gravity so she could tumble and sprawl out with an inelegant thud. He left her there a moment, simmering in that massive pool that spread out from around her, pouring from her mouth and ass alike, and even from those smooth black nips. A heavy foot pressed down on her back helped her squirt a little harder, and even some light weight on her form made her GLISSSH from every available orifice, acting like a hose to further mark the cabin in the scent of demonic sex. The windows steamed over as to not show any sign of the outside world. Or the outside hell, anyway. The river flowed beneath the cracks in the doors as the whole living room flooded with that pheromonal cum. Max licked his lips as if it might help him amid the chaos. He was soaked and sweaty and drenched in jizz, but he wasn't complaining. Though he was going to need a shower just to be able to move unimpeded.

The bear gathered Shirazi up with a little grin, dragging her along so her knees slid through the spunk left by that coupling, by that breaking session. She looked like her normal self again. Dazed, drooly, but red-eyed as ever, wearing a happy little smile as she panted out hot smoke from her open jaws. She wasn't moving a muscle. Max wasn't really either, but for a little sputtering. That let Benny grab him up and bring them both over to the ruined bed, where he laid them out as if he were tucking them in for the night. That meant their feet were sticking up in the air, the mattress all bent in half and sunk halfway through the frame, touching the floor. They were comfy enough. Max reached over and took his mistress by the hand, and she squeezed back, interlocking fingers with him and giving him a happy little 'hehe' of a momentary giggle that was her equivalent of a quick smooch on the cheek. He knew what that meant by now, having heard that sound so many times when they were together.

"Does that feel better, Shirazi?" Benedict spoke as if he were her doctor.

"Mwaaaaah ... " she droned, her voice still shaky and rattled by the rutting he gave her.

"Mmhm. Sounds better. Apologies for using you like that, Max. It was for her own good."

Max had a thousand questions, but he knew he'd never truly understand how Shirazi or other demons worked, even if it was carefully explained to him. And if it was, the rules would probably change tomorrow. So just just gave her a small smile.

"I'm really glad it helped her, um ... do whatever she had to do."

"I hope it wasn't too scary. If she doesn't let loose, bad things could happen."

He left it at that, with no further explanation of what those things might be, but from the sound of it, he didn't mean that they would happen to her. With a stretch and a crack of his knuckles, he stepped over them and gave a playful grunt.

"Anyhow. Since I was so helpful with your problems and all, think I'll be taking my payment in tongues," he teased, and Max didn't have to wait long to find out exactly what he meant.

A brief glimpse of that stubby tail and those wide, thick cheeks eclipsed the weasel's vision right up until the moment the big guy came right down on his face. And Shirazi's too. They both ended up wedged together beneath that huge rump, buried in musk and sweat, used for a comfy seat by that titan of a bear. He smothered them and got himself comfy, nuts resting on their chests, wiggling back and forth to make sure their faces were right where he wanted them. Max ended up squished right against Shirazi's cheek, kissing up against Ben's rim and left with it grinding on him, humping, sliding, bouncing just a little. He was at least careful enough with all that weight to keep from crushing them, though he didn't give them much more than that. Max was more than happy to serve, working right alongside the hyena to lick and rim and eat out that fine rump as they got sat on there in the ruins of that smashed-up bed, slurping and smooching and drooling him as they swam in ursine scent.

"Think I'll take my time and rest up for a while. I'll need the energy to get this place tidy."

Surely he must have been joking. It wasn't like demons occupied permanent spaces that they couldn't rearrange or transform into something clean on a simple whim. He was a trickster after all, but with this one, Max was happy to call him honest. Maybe he hadn't been forthcoming with all the details, but he'd promised to help, and he helped. That was all the weasel cared about, and all he'd ever ask for when he required the bear's services again. Until then, he was content to show his gratitude by pleasuring that sleek hole, working from the big bear's balls to his taint, to that rim once more with his working tongue. He was perhaps surprised to feel a lack of draining attention from the brute. Maybe he didn't want any of that energy within the weasel. Or maybe he was just full, having stolen so much from Shirazi. By the hyena's slobbery slurping and outright worshipping of that backside planted firmly on her face, she wasn't the least bit upset with him for that, and Max just joined in with her, their wet strokes and smooches syncing up, smacking and slicking and smoothing over all those sensitive details, completely buried beneath the bulk of the demon who hardly looked like one. As far as deals with devils went, Max was confident this had been one of the better ones.