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The monitor emitted a faint glow as the system powered on, fans spinning up as the gentle whirr and click of a hard drive barely bit over the din of idle office chatter. The creak of a plastic office chair held together by little more than hex screw and hope blot out those minutiae as the hefty husky sat down at his desk for the start of the day's work - his "World's Okayest Boss" mug steaming from the boiling-hot coffee recently poured into it. Taking care to type in his password such that nobody could see, he logged in to see something.. odd. Well, other than the fact that those TPS reports he'd requested the day before weren't sitting next to his keyboard.

His desktop background - what was once a lovely picture of his wife and kids from a recent fishing trip - had changed into a void of pure blackness, with the faintest hint of red hidden within behind the soft shadowing of various icons. Scratching at his chin, he quickly dismissed it as a simple glitch, turning about to talk to someone who'd just walked into his office. Beneath the sound of their inane conversation about golf, a quiet whisper rung out, barely reaching his ears - a shiver running down his spine. He glanced back at the screen, only to spy something that caused him to scream.. and then promptly rip his pants off in a sudden fit. The shocked employee quickly rushed from the scene to call.. well, he wasn't sure who, but probably Anthro Resources.

With eyes lidded and pupils dilated, the entranced male feverishly pushed his fat sheath against the screen as smoke poured through the display and out every crevice the device had. Humping himself to full, throbbing, crimson mast as thick gooey pre-jizz splashed out onto the surface of it. Behind the pixel-distorting mass of his engorged canine cock thwapping against the display - that faint hint of red grew closer and closer to the foreground until a visible, blood-colored maw pushed out from the abyss and opened wide. A lengthy tongue uncoiled and then leaped from inside the screen, enshrouding the offered cock and bathing it in steam from the sheer heat of it. An echoing grunt resounded through the office; the crowd gathered outside looking on through the glass walls of his office overcome with a lopsided mixture of horror and arousal as a geyser of off-white jizz of truly otherworldly proportions burst from the head of his cock and spat into the air - only to swirl about and splash straight into the monitor, dripping inside as those puffs of smoke whirled themselves back within the circuitry and plastic making the machine up.

A low, popping hiss filled the air as Max took a lazy drag from his vape, the sound mingling with the crinkling page-turning of a magazine. It'd been weeks since he'd gotten work that wasn't a panicked grandmother terrified she'd just deleted her cherished family photos, only to find she'd just deleted the shortcuts. Of course, they wanted those back too. Always did. The rat let out a rough sigh along with a cloud of puffy white smoke tinged with the smell of blackberries and menthol, idly kicking his foot against the desk he'd pulled from a thrift store when he started this business in the first place. He was just about to call the day a wrap - ignoring the fact that it was only 10 AM - when his phone rang; the sound so startling to the spaced-out rodent he nearly fell backwards on his teetering chair. He scrambled to pick it up, fumbling with it in the air a few times before he slammed it against his ear, huffing and puffing in a mix of excitement and outright surprise.

"Glitchbusters Computer Repair! Max speaking; how can I help you?!"

He probably sounded a bit more excited than he intended to, but he quickly calmed himself. Can't scare away the scant customers he found, after all!

"Uh. Hi. Yeah - you're an IT professional, right?"

Max puffed his chest out, putting on a show for absolutely nobody.

"One of the best, sir! What sort of problem are you having?"

The man on the other side paused for a moment, the sound of a dry mouth swallowing barely audible on the other end.

"..So. Uh. Is that ad you put out, ah.. accurate?"

The rat wrinkled his nose and lifted a brow. ..Which ad? He'd put out dozens in the past month alone in cheap penny rags just to get his name out there. The question on his lips was answered before he could even voice it.

"..The one about you also _ being a paranormal expert?"_

God.

Damn it.

Max gulped down and quickly tried to change the subject.

"O-Oh! That one! That, uh, was a misguided _ attempt to draw more interest! I don't even know where it came from! Hah! Ha-HA!"_

There was a grunt from the other side along with the sound of a hand muffling the receiver, the faint sound of a woman talking barely audible.

"Oh. Sorry to bother you, then. We're looking for someone who can uh.. do.. both?"

The man went to hang up the phone when a resounding yell cut through from the other side.

"WAAAIT! THAT WAS A JOKE HHAAHA! I CAN DO BOTH, YES!"

After recovering from the sudden surprise of such a mighty display of lung power, both the man and the woman nodded.

"..You can? Great! We're uh.. having an emergency. Can you get here soon?"

Max grinned from ear to ear, hugging the phone to his shoulder as he nodded - again, for the benefit of no one.

"Absolutely!"

A quick scrawl of an address later, and Max was already loading his supplies into his hatchback. God, though.. what to bring? He didn't really get a description of what was going down, so it was probably better to just bring.. everything. He really hoped the elevators worked, in that case. He started going down a quick checklist: Incense? Could be a malevolent spirit! Holy water? ..Could be demons. He glanced down at his collected supplies, and spared a quiet look at a sealed black box he kept beneath everything else. He huffed, cracking it open and seeing if everything within was in order, tucking it under his arm when he'd confirmed such.

"Really hope this is just a normal_ case. The last one was, uh.. "Draining". Yeah. Let's go with that."_

Screeching into the parking lot with little care for staying in the lines, Max quickly stepped out and puffed himself up, trying to look the part of the hero. ..A hero clad in an oversized hoodie and board shorts, replete with matching sandals. He loaded up his gear on a dolley and wheeled his way up the concrete path towards the high-rise office building, garnering.. more than a few looks from the paramedics as they loaded up a dazed husky into an ambulance. Skirting his way past police officers taking statements, the rat made himself available to the first important-looking person he saw. Skirting up to the front desk, he was quickly reminded of one fact about himself: his height. Being a lanky nerd wasn't enough of a curse for him - he also had to be short. Almost laughably so. He knew rodents weren't the tallest out there on average, but he had to be bringing down that number by virtue of existing. Clearing his throat as he reached up and clapped his hand down on the bell, the secretary stirred from her stupor and stood up, glancing down at him. A fetching.. secretary bird (way to buck the trend) met his up-tilted gaze with a bit of a startled smile.

"O-Oh! Hi! Are you the, uh.. specialist_?"_

Now, it'd be for the benefit of somebody! Max puffed his chest out and tried to look as big as he could.

"Max Crowley, of Glitchbusters.. uh, Incorporated, at your service!"

He found he couldn't hold that pose as long as he'd desperately wanted to, and slowly began to deflate before the avian lass' boring gaze.

"..Ah! ..Right. Well, uh, Ms. Jennings is up on the sixth floor, she'll be waiting for you. She's in charge after Mr. Kane's.. incident."

The rat waited to hear those magic words. The words he depended on for jobs like these. Those five, glorious little sounds that lifted his spirits like a cherub unto the heavens.

"The elevators are over there!"

Bliss.

With a nod, Max turned his dolley around and clicked the buttons required to speed him to his destination. Upon arrival, he was greeted by a sea of blushing faces and barely-concealed smirks. A well-trained eye told him to look for the person surrounded by other people, and he quickly found her - though it would've been much easier if he'd been told to look for antlers. Ms. Jennings cut a commanding figure as she rallied the shaken workers, her charming voiced entwined with the impressive scale of her physique ensuring she had all eyes on her - especially Max's. Worming his way through the throng of office workers, he pushed himself to the front and found himself skirt-to-face with the smart-dressed elk. She.. didn't even notice him. He glanced around sheepishly for a moment before coughing into his fist, the sudden sound cutting through the chatter and drawing her eyes down to him.

"..Hello? Can I help you?"

Sure, being short had its advantages - he was never turned down for rides at local carnivals, for one. And he definitely couldn't argue with the viewpoint he was having. The size disparity between them was such that though she was looking clearly down at him, he had to look up at her, through those hefty mounds on her chest. ..And the discrete bulge showing through her skirt. He really couldn't pick which one he'd rather be looking at, but common courtesy dictated the former, at least so he could talk to her.

"You called for me? I'm, uh, the.. IT/Paranormal specialist.."

Quiet, under-the-breath chuckles pealed out around him. He was used to it by now. Ms. Jennings, however, was not chuckling.

"_Good! Its about time you got here. Come, I'll take you to Mr. Kane's office. That's where this all happened."_

The rat happily followed behind, happy both that someone here took him seriously, and that he'd get to work his way out of such a mess of people. He always hated crowds. Rounding a corner, Max immediately noticed which of the offices the incident took place in - its windows covered with trash bags to prevent anyone seeing inside, and a nervous-looking janitor stationed without to keep curious salary workers from going in. He'd also noticed that this section of the office was rather more desolate. Only a few workers stayed at their desks here - most of them looking flushed and hunched, with more than a few hands stuffed down between thighs as soft sounds of self-love barely worked into the air. The janitor - a Border Collie - notably sported a hefty mass down tucked up against his waistband that throbbed and shifted poignantly when he changed his footing. Ms. Jennings stopped just short of the door, folding her hands beneath her breasts.

"This is where it happened. Mr. Kane came in to work just like everyone else.. He seemed fine. Honestly, I wouldn't've called you if it was just a matter of the man inappropriately working a load out at his desk. Gods know I've_ done that plenty. No - the reason we called was what the employees around claimed to see. ..Smoke, and a tongue, that seemed to burst right out of the screen. From what I've been able to gather from those who either didn't quit on the spot or hurried themselves to the bathroom for an "extended break", _the strange, phantom muscle jerked him off to such a momentous climax that there's still puddles of the stuff in there - what didn't get sucked back in with it , that is."

Max, for his part looked.. not shocked. He had a look on his face that almost seemed dull. Ms. Jennings thought it strange, certainly, especially when the short rat let loose a resigned sigh.

"..So, a sex-fiend."

The elk furrowed her brow and slowly nodded in slight confusion.

"I.. I suppose? If that's what you think it is; you're the expert here."

Max sunk, and returned her nod.

"..Yeah. Its a sex-fiend. Look.. just. Just clear out of here. I'll get this taken care of. I'll need a wiring diagram of the networking equipment too. Should be a couple of hours, but.."

He couldn't even bear to finish the sentence. His head hung as he stared at his sandal-clad feet. Well, it looks like this wasn't going to be an exciting duel between good and evil - or shepherding a lost soul to the other side after centuries of lingering torment. ..Not even a mischievous poltergeist! ..A sex-fiend. Just like the last case, and the case before that. He almost preferred Old Mrs. Smith's Shortcut Restoration Hour to this. At least that didn't leaved him chafed, sore, and utterly spent. Grabbing his dolley and shooing the janitor out of the way, he snatched the diagram from the office-elk's hand and quietly skulked into the shut-off office. Other than the tacky decoration job (who actually buys those tiny golf holes, anyway?) he was immediately struck by the scent of fresh squid, his sandals squishing down into the soaked carpet, footsteps squeaking as he made his way past cum-stained furniture to heft himself up into the office chair. One glance told him that the tower and monitor both were toast; after the demon exerted itself into the machine it either overloaded from its presence or the massive load splashed both across and into it.

Heck.

He'd have to go crawling around a stuffy wiring closet, now.

Double heck.

After a truly exhaustive effort of tracking down the building's IT room through the winding corridors of badly-lit back-hallways, Max finally trudged through the threshold, his dolley in tow behind him. His sandals were still idly squeaking with cum that he really wished he didn't feel between his toes, but the thought escaped him once he took a glance at the room. Something was definitely off here - enough so that someone without his special abilities could tell. An otherworldly air hung thick, clinging to the ceiling tiles and spilling through the little holes where plenum-grade cable was punched through - almost thick enough to be seen by the naked eye. Plucking a multitool and a flashlight - and, much to his dismay, the sealed black box - from his assembled tower of supplies, he pushed deeper into the room, the overhead lights growing more and more dim as he passed racks of servers idly humming along. Shining his beam towards the IT managerial desk, he found it both empty -and- stinking just as the office did; the difference being this computer still worked.

He hurried over to it and planted himself atop the seat.

"Time to confirm my theory, at least. ..Maybe I'm wrong? ..Maybe there's a completely unrelated sort of demon that causes people to blow a swimming-pool's worth of cum over a room?_ ..Probably not, though."_

With a quick glance around, Max confirmed that he was, indeed, alone. Setting the box atop the desk, he cracked it open and rifled around until he found a small, ornate-looking case. With a slight click it opened, displaying a series of carved, colored crystals fitted with small silver threaded caps. Leaning back into the cheap-feeling chair, he tugged the hem of his shorts down as a hefty, fleshy flop filled the air as Max's massive slab of meat slapped down on his thigh. Easily eight inches flaccid, he let out a quiet moan as he tugged back the lengthy, distended foreskin that drooped past the head of his cock and sagged down. Buried within was a thick, silver piercing threaded through his cumslit that faintly shone with a mixture of sweat and what he'd forgotten to shake off after he took a quick trip to the urinal - with a noticeable gap placed in the metal.

Plucking a shimmering purple crystal from the petite case, the rat worked himself slowly to half-mast, pumping that wrist-thick, ill-fitting dick until his plump veins started to work overtime, stuffing blood into that rat-cock until it looked angry. Standing proud above his crotch at an ass-rending 14 inches, he gripped it tight and made sure that lengthy foreskin was good and back; he'd gotten pinched doing this before and he wasn't about to repeat that event. Carefully threading the crystal into position, it audibly snapped into place and began to faintly glow, a warmth spreading through the piercing and into his girthy meat until he let his head loll back in shameless bliss. He enjoyed it just long enough to feel guilty about it, a shake running down his spine as his fleshy tail twitched. Now, he'd play the waiting game. While also playing the "you're on the job, don't just jerk off" game. That one was arguably more fun.

Staring at the screen for a few minutes until the colors began to blur together and he had to rub his eyes to make sure they were still working properly, Max grumbled beneath his breath as he swiveled the chair to face away from the computer.

Why isn't this working? The crystal alone should be plenty_ of bait for a lust demon, let alone the fact that I haven't tugged one out in three days.._

He was forced to turn back outward when he heard the door handle click, only for a familiar and wholly unwelcome figure to bend down just to fit inside. Ms. Jennings was mid-sentence, asking the rat how his investigation was going when she gasped and gawped at his fat boner.

"Th-This is..! Wh.. Do you take me for a fool?!"

He let loose another tired, ragged sigh. Not the first time he had to explain what he was doing. He nonchalantly pressed his cheek into the palm of his hand and talked like he didn't have a cervix-knocker of a hard-on standing up half-way to his throat.

"Look, I know this looks bad, but this is all a part of the investigation. If its a sex-fiend, I have to.. y'know, give it some sex_ to lure it out so I can exercise it properly._"

The elk stamped a hoof and folded her arms, glancing away with a faint heat in her cheeks and a definite tent poking faintly against her skirt. She pointed a sheepish finger towards Max, her eyes going wide as she exclaimed.

"Wh- What is that ?I"

He glanced down at himself, looking at the crystal.

"This? Its an crystal of desire. I whittled it down into a fitting for my cock piercing so I co-"

She promptly interrupted him.

"No you idiot! I'm talking about THAT!"

He followed he gaze and quickly swiveled around, only to be met by what could only be described as a mountain of titflesh, pressed up against the screen and moving like a scene from a cheap porno involving a car wash - the stiff, rounded peaks of those red-black nipples dimpling the screen outwards where they shifted. Max was taken aback - not by the surprise of seeing a demon, but the sheer heft of them, and this was just what he could see. He gulped, scooting himself back quickly as he stamped on the power strip below, the monitor going black as the computer whirred down with the sudden lack of juice, the dents on the screen persisting despite the demon's temporary banishment. "Well then."

The elk stammered, pressing herself against one of the server racks partly in fear and partly to hide the unmistakable boner she'd gotten from the enthralling sight of those hell-bent udders.

"Bu-.. th.. A.. A demon? I - Its really a d-demon?!"

Calmly nodding, Max idly thumbed his pendulous nuts scrunched up against his taint by his waistband.

"Mhm. Unfortunately, you've got yourself an infection. Or.. something. I'm still not sure what to call it. Digital.. desire, demon. Sure. Let's go with that."

Jennings was struck by how.. nonplussed he was by what had just happened. Truly, she was glad she'd called him and not that Mack Dagans from Spirit Quests. He was actually first on the list, but she kept getting voicemail. Here, though, she had an expert. Shakily agreeing with her own internal dialogue, the elk folded her hands down tight over the front of her skirt, wincing as she folded her erection up beneath her blouse until the head of it scantly peeked past the top of her cleavage.

"W-Well! You.. you seem to have things in control here! ..I'll just.. be.. going now! Yep! I'll tell everyone to leave you be! And I'll be.. in my office, if you need anything! Just, uh.. knock? Several times."

The obvious nervous arousal she felt wasn't lost on Max; he'd be more surprised if she showed no reaction to that Mardi-Gras-From-Hell style flashing. He swiveled his chair around and kicked both sandals and shorts free on his way to click the lock shut on the door. He'd be having no interruptions this time. They'd only be put in danger - and he'd only be embarrassed beyond all belief if what came next was going to be seen. When he said "exorcise" he really should've said "sexorcise" - because that's what he now had to do.

He had to sexorcise this fuck-demon.

Triple heck.

Coughing from an unexpected cloud of dust after flinging open the door to an ill-cleaned wiring rack, Max clenched his teeth down on the flashlight held there, glancing about the exchange blocks for the telltale signs and symbols he was looking for. Wispy streaks of incense hung low in the air - merely for the stuffy, unpleasant smell of warm, running electronics - and there was barely a sound save his idle working and the gentle hum of dozens of overworked blades. He had checked and double-checked every closet in here save two, and he was quickly worried he'd have to muck around in the exchange down in the basement to find what he was really looking for. That fear was dispelled the instant he unlatched the next, the door creaking open on its own accord as soon as he'd undone the lock. There it was. It was a sight he was frustratingly used-to by this point in the line of work he'd chose. Ethernet cabling assembled in an upside-down star formation, surrounded by a thin circle of fiber-optic wiring.

A pentagram. ..A.. cyber-pentagram. But not really cyber, because it was physi-

Not the time to get bogged down in technicality - he thought.

Plucking the.. slightly saliva-stained light from his maw, Max shined it down into the depths. Just the one. A quick, reaffirming nod, and he set to task. Clenching down on the first cable, he winced as the socket it was plugged into seemed to moan upon its removal, the capped end of it dribbling a few drops of milky-white fluid as it seemed to deflate in his hand. Feeling a discomforted shiver roll down his back, he dropped it and quickly yanked the rest out, the sudden motion resulting in an impromptu groan pouring out from the machinery as the ports themselves seemed to quiver in unholy taint. Each of the cables twitched and throbbed in his grip and, learning from the first, he aimed the ends away as a gangbang-bukakke's worth of cyber-cum spat from each end. As soon as the pentagram was broken, he could feel a shift in the room's energy. Each of the overhead lights blinkered and flicked as the rat glanced about for any sign of manifestation, taking this time to hurry over to the desk to replace his piercing.

Okay, okay. This is.. probably the most powerful sex demon you've yet encountered Max..

He looked back over his shoulder, hurriedly twisting the new crystal out - the warm red sphere making his cock bounce harder the more it screwed into place.

Just be calm. Be cool. You can -do- this. You're, like, the be- "yaAGH! ....fffffuck..."

He winced, unscrewing the piercing a bit and forcefully tugging his cockshroud back. He was especially relieved nobody else was in the room now. At least, he thought nobody else was. The rat was just about to turn about to check for a portal when a voice slithered through the air, worming into his ears like a lubed-up snake.

"Awh. Come, let me kiss it better~."

Gulp.

Triple heck, plus one.

Max rounded on his heels and struck.. a pose of sorts, he didn't really know what it was, and to explain it would reveal just how much of a dork he really is. What was important, though, is that his cock was thrust forward, presented like a sharpened spear to the foe. He grit his teeth as he gazed upon her.. well, voluptuous didn't quite do it justice. She was fucking obscene. Sagging, full tits that seemed to wobble with promises of sweet, demonic milk from those puffy teats. A piercing crimson gaze outlined with markings that resembled the running mascara one might find on a well-paid whore after a blowbang, framed with sharp horns that curved up to better emphasize the same symbol on her brow that he'd seen in the wiring rack. And that was just up top. Further down, as he let his eyes wander, he was met by thighs he was sure had crushed skulls before, providing the perfect staging ground for that fleshy, heat-seeking missile that hung relatively dormant between her legs.

Max thought he was well-endowed, but even were their heights comparable, she'd still put him to shame; the cyberfiend's drooping, sweaty dick was truly a sight to behold. Endowed with more foreskin than he was and leaving a snail-trail of dickmusk-infused sweat beneath her, the sagging shaft was seemingly outlined by pencil-thick veins that wormed beneath the surface of her flesh like something out of a horror movie. Dangling low beneath that dick were fat, churning nuts that drooped down nearly to her knees, each one radiating enough heat that he could feel his skin start to prickle from the slow uptick in temperature of the room; everything wrapped in a package the color of dried blood accented with bright crimson fur-fluffs and the deep, light-devouring black of her bare flesh. For even an experienced demon-hunter, such a sight - such a raw, unabashed display of infernal sexuality - would be enough to send them to their knees. But Max was no ordinary demon-hunter.

He was a shut-in who went to community college, hung out with his weird uncle Aleister and, most importantly - had an extensive porn collection. This? This was nothing compared to some of the visual novels he had on one of his many hard drives. He steeled himself and narrowed his gaze, gathering his voice as he pointed something -other- than a dick at her; his finger.

"Vile creature born of depravity and data, you stand before your doom!"

It always sounded cooler in his head.

"I don't know who summoned you, but they've hired me to make sure you don't cause any more.. uh, sudden semen eruptions on company time!"

Yeah, still cooler in his head.

The demon was still for a moment, then broke out into a fit of open laughter that made her generous assets bounce and wobble as her bushy tail flit out behind her.

" Oh, you are too** _ funny. And what makes you think you can stand before such a monument to sin and want as me? I, who have guzzled the seed of man for a thousand years! I, who have supped upon the nectar of maidens and tasted the sweat of kings since before your grandfather's grandfather's grandfather's grandfather was adrift within his father's balls? I invite you, mortal, to come and sink into my bosom and drink deep of my seed. Join me in debauchery and degeneracy so that you might taste this goddess before you!."_**

That was a little gross to think about - so he didn't think about it. Rather than replying with words, he instead opted to roll up his sleeves and get to work, by literally rolling up his sleeves. When the demon saw what was beneath, she quickly went quiet. On the bare flesh of his arms were intricate woven lines of ink that stretched up from wrist to collarbone - each arm bearing a different incantation in a language Max didn't even know how to read. Even his Uncle was guessing a little bit when he wrote it all down for him. But, even if there were a few typos in there, it always seemed to work. Those eldritch tattoos were what made him the best around (in the tri-county area, at least) and the fact alone that it caused this horny fuck-fiend to take a half-step back was enough to dispel any lingering doubts about its efficacy.

"I-Impossible! Th-those are the markings of He Who Cums! Th-... The Wombslayer!"

..The what ? That was a new one. Huh.

Spreading his toes out on the warm tile beneath his feet, Max threw caution to the wind and charged forward, holding his arms out in front of him as he aimed for his first target; those pendulous teats sagging down from her chest. He leaped upon the office chair and sprung forth, landing hands-first against the demon's chest. His fingers sunk deep into those fleshy mounds of fun, his grip faltering from the sweat beading on her skin until he found the purchase he'd need to clench down around her nipples. Still in the air, he landed with a resounding thud - he might've sprained his ankle - and pulled down with him. The intricate runes on his arms glowed to life - the light spreading down into his fingertips as the fuckfiend let loose a howling moan that seemed to warm the air around her. She shivered down to the floor, hunched down over Max as he pumped and kneaded those massive teats, aggressively milking her as one might a particularly robust goat. Creamy, heady, thick fluid began to run down his fingers as she convulsed against his grip, a slow wisp of smoke beginning to pour from her nostrils as she tried to fight back against the magical assault - to little avail.

Dodging the ferocious need-humping of the demon as the incantations carved into his flesh worked to sap her strength, he could feel his own arousal begin to swell - though not from any specific part or sensation, or even from the undeniably powerful aura she gave off that most definitely had everyone on the same floor as him feverishly fistfucking whatever genitals they had to explosive, shameless climaxes. No, unfortunately for him - or perhaps fortunately, if one were the pragmatic sort - it was solely from the draining effect his magical tattoos had on creatures of otherworldly design. He could feel the power slowly sapping out of her as he twisted and squeezed those fist-thick milk-taps and siphoning off towards the enchanted piercing he wore down below. Where the last was a crystalline fragment of pure, concentrated desire, this was a shard of infernal lodestone - a hellish mineral known in the occult world for its uncanny ability to draw and contain the energies a demonic spawn needed to stay manifested in the corporeal realm. It had the.. interesting side-effect of giving him some of that energy, his cock feeling so stiff he swear he could've fucked a hole into the wall.

"R-Release me, foul hunter! I-I will cease this! Ghh.. Hnnh.. I- I will slide back into my realm, never to b-bhhhh... hhhhnhahhh.. bother a mortal! I beg of you!"

Max wasn't too convinced. He'd heard fear-compelled promises like this before, and he knew them to be empty and hollow. Regardless, he would have to release her soon. His hands were starting to cramp up from the death-grip he was holding on her milk-slick teats. With a flourish he'd certainly seen in some anime, he let go and took a bounding step back, landing in a pose he really wish someone saw. He'd look so cool. The demoness let loose a resounding gasp, the sound a mixture of pleasure and abject relief as she fell to her knees - her cock drooling copious pre-jizm onto the floor that steamed and bubble in the open air, each throb of her fat piece sending a gooey lance of it feet out in front of her. Panting, she turned those crimson eyes upwards only to find that Max.. wasn't there anymore. Fear overcame her which quickly morphed to panic as she felt a hand slide across that sweating shelf of an ass that jut out behind her.

The rat furrowed his brow. He.. wasn't expecting that. Rather than stay content to be buried between those mountainous buttocks, the fuck-fiend's asshole had swollen out to an utterly obscene state, like an overproofed doughnut glistening with oil, ready for the fryer. Just as the demon was rearing itself up to begin a counterattack, Max hefted his hand up and brought it down with a deafening crack of flesh-on-flesh, the hellspawn's buttock sent into a wobbling fit as the imprint of his hand shone on the surface of her flesh. A hellish, whorish moan and a puff of smoke oozed from her drooling maw as she reeled in mingling bliss and agony from the strike - the enchantment adding threat to what would normally be a pleasant sensation. Plucking a bottle he'd hastily snatched from the kangaroo pocket on his hoodie, he held it up like a trophy.. mostly to ensure he'd grabbed the right bottle. "Oh Good Lord! - Holy Water-based lubricant". He had! Though.. based on just how blown out, puffy, and sweat-lubed her hole was, he doubt he strictly needed it. Still, better safe than sorry. He uncapped the flask and tilted it down, pouring a glistening, vibrant stream of clear goop onto his engorged prick. Flecks of it managed to go awry and land against that donut where it sizzled and popped like water on a hot burner.

He pressed himself up, initially hotdogging that puffed-out shitpipe, grinding the throbbing, pulsing underside of his fattened pissvein against it - just to spread that lube around. Each subtle motion of his dick - even down to his heart pumping in those swollen veins - pulled an echoing groan from the fuck-fiend, his slow uptick in breathing and occasional hitch betraying his arousal. Sure, he might be jaded, but there was no denying the fact that blowing a thick, saved-up load of chunky ballbatter balls-deep inside a sex-demon's ass was an enjoyable experience! The hellbent spawn began to speak in a token attempt at begging, but quickly found her efforts wasted as that piercing-clad mushroom started to push inside - the combination of blessed lube and sapping gem felt immediately. While Max let out a subtle, quiet huff of excitement-laden breath upon pushing up inside of her, the fuck-fiend began to howl like a banshee - if said banshee was a fucking slut. The air seemed to bend and shimmer where her smoke-laden breath touched it, her gaped maw and unfurled tongue pouring drool onto the floor as she barked like a bitch clawing for a knot. That thick tail hiked itself up as Max gripped down tight onto her buttocks, the enchantments giving him a measure of leverage against her obscenely-jiggling mounds while he fed that demon-felling dick deep inside the fiend's rectum, his choice of lubrication both giving him a measure of protection from the sweltering infernal heat of her innards and serving to weaken her.

Loud scraping filled the air as the demon claws at the tile floor, scoring deep gashes as she tried to wrench herself away - to free herself from this huntsman's grasp and to escape back into the mainframe - but she was so.. weak. So powerless. It was.. an exquisite sensation, one of entwined fear, submission, and outright sexual bliss that she'd never been privy to before. It might very well be her end if she gave into it - let it consume her..

"Ghnhhh.. Fhh-I, I will, make you a llh.. l-lord! A baron of he-ehhhhffff.. Hell! R-Rule, with me! I - I will pleasure y-ghhh! You - fo-for all the days left in thisss.. this universe!"

..It was a little tempting. But, nah. He liked living in his apartment. Plus, if he was in hell, how would he watch the newest season of that anime he was following? They don't have torrents down there.. did they?

He gave his reply with a resounding slam of his hips forward, the piercing spearing forth like a javelin and landing oh-so-conveniently right against her prostate. The demon immediately devolved into a gibbering wreck, her pleas dissipating into so much shameless, baseless noise. Her eyes had lolled up into her skull and her unfurled tongue was dangerously close to shorting out a server cluster with the puddle it was creating. The comparatively diminutive plumes of black, acrid mist pouring from her throat were replaced by a furnace's worth of ashy, coal-black smoke that began to fill the air just beneath the ceiling tiles. Hunched over and practically laid across her ass, Max began to hump into her pillowy, searing-hot donut with gusto, his height perfectly lining him up with the plumped-up hole and his prodigious dick-heft giving him all the leverage he'd need to get this job done. Wrenching her cheeks apart and clapping down on them with each hand in a staggered rhythm, the rat began a blistering pace of dick-deep thrusts that sent his plump nuts clapping into the beast's taint and sagged-out ballbag with punishing thwaps that nearly drowned out her wordless cries of pleasure.

Deep within, his piercing was grinding down against her prostate, boring into it like a diamond-tipped drill as he drew power directly from the well of her strength, her cock beginning to go limp but losing none of its sheer girth as it belched out a slow stream of chunky, yellowed nutbutter with weak throbs and pulses. Max, for all of his gusto, was.. quickly finding himself near his limit. Not quite a two-pump chump but neither a champion racehorse, he grit his teeth and let loose an almost cute grunt as he sighed out and hefted himself up from her backside. Slowing his pace but losing none of his power, he used what remaining stamina he had to deliver a punishing salvo of thrusts deep into her core, his willpower quickly being eroded by the fiend's sporadic clenching and wringing of his cock - her p-spot throbbing up against his sensitive underside with progressively weaker jolts until he could scarcely take it much longer. He drew back until his cock popped free, nuts and crotch absolutely soaked by demonic sweat that clung to flesh - thick webs of uncomfortably-warm goo connecting pelvis-to-pelvis and nuts-to-nuts, only to snap moments later and dribble down over the contours of his sack to coat the floor in yet more unholy juices.

Panting just as hard as the demon was by this point, the lanky nerd could feel that coil of pressure winding up behind his cock - his balls slowly climbing their way up towards his puffy taint for that blissful, drawn-out release. Gulping down saliva to wet his dried throat, he quickly shoved himself in to the hilt and flexed his cock - the added stimulus combined with her welcoming squeezes pushing Max over the edge. He let out a meek grunt as his nuts surged the rest of the way up, each one pulsing slightly out of rhythm with the other as his syrupy seed made the long pilgrimage forth towards the head of his cock. The rat could feel her muscles locked in a struggle to either fight or help his release forward, the sporadic clenching stopping up his seed like a dam as his cumvein bulged out obscenely - only to suddenly let loose as a veritable flood of rat-nut splashed forth. She wailed out in pleasure from the sheer fact of an orgasm happening near her, only to feel that ecstatic sensation suck away as his piercing drained out whatever energy she'd get from his release. Bereft of sexual energy and left utterly weakened by his magical onslaught, the demon could do little but idly writhe and twitch on the floor - her unabated stream of jizz continuing to slowly dribble out into the pool she'd made. When he finally drew himself out, he could feel her muscles weakly trying to keep him in - to fruitlessly wring life-energy from him - to the point that her puffed-up hole visibly stretched out around the swollen head of his cock, refusing to let it go until he put his back into the affair.

With a sickeningly-lewd schlooorP Max pulled himself loose, stumbling back against the wall as his cock still leaked unshot nut in long, gooey strands. Alongside his cum dribbling out from her ass came a slow billow of that same smoke he saw ooze from her throat, the acrid black bubbling up through his nut like something he saw in a nature doc. Weakened, but not finished, Max knew he had one last thing to do to truly seal this fiend away. And, seeing as it wasn't a conventional demon - they never were, to his chagrin - he had to get his hands dirty. Well, hand. From the same pocket he produced the lube came a plump metal cylinder, smooth and glossy. He rounded about on the demon and pushed her over with a considerable amount of effort - the sudden shift to her back causing an untoward deluge of his own cum to slowly divulge from her fucked-open hole. Seizing her jizz-coated limp dick in one hand and the metallic piece in the other he winced as he briefly looked away and promptly stuffed the object down her still-dribbling piss-hole. He watched it slide down her veined black cock until it disappeared behind the muscle which controlled her release. Gripping her saggy, spent balls in one hand and the base of her shaft in the other, he uttered an incantation of sealing as his tattoos began to glow once more, the energy worming down his fingertips and into the demon's flesh, visibly surging up through her veins until a faint glow began to show from within her pelvis.

Suddenly acutely aware of what was happening, she summoned up the last of her strength to thrash and flail, attempting to fight him off - but the endeavor was fruitless. The demon's cries and curses in her native, eldritch tongue disappeared into the same cloud of black smoke the rest of her body was engulfed by- her form dissipating until all that remained of her was the mess she'd made. The metallic object he'd stuffed into her plumbing clattered to the floor, occasionally bouncing and moving of its own accord until it grew still and quiet. He glanced down at it and plucked it up, returning it to his pocket as he went to stash his things away and slide his clothes back on.

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Another slow drag on his vape, another lazy afternoon. Max had just gotten the invoice back from Ms. Jennings for his services, and while it was stained with a few noticeably white splotches, it did have a number with a fair few zeroes on it. ..Minus what would come out of his pay for repairs to the server room he'd unintentionally tainted with his efforts. Still, it wasn't as bad as he'd feared. He idly thumbed the object he'd plucked from her "corpse" and flicked it open, revealing it to be a contrived sort of USB drive. He exhaled, puffing out another fluffy cloud of white smoke as he swiveled his chair around, only to find an upset-looking red demoness sitting on his taskbar - her limp dick swaying down below the screen's space. She glanced up at him, huffed, and looked away.