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When Hazel invited him over for any sort of time together, Blake was always quick to agree. He didn't need to wait for any sort of explanation. Being alone with the towering paint horse was reward enough for an eager young fox like him. Especially when it meant they were both naked. He had to do his very best not to show how excited he was just to be alone with that gorgeous mare. Her shiny white hide was decorated with pretty little patches of a reddish brown that always caught his eye. So did her elegant curves, all round and soft and just a little chubby for extra emphasis. As intimidating as her great big gorgeous body might have been, the promise of something intimate between the two of them, was more than enough to send him galloping over at the slightest call. Which was exactly how he found himself kneeling nakedly around a summoning circle, chanting in some sort of dark language he didn't understand in hopes of completing some sort of dark occult ritual. Well, he never knew her to be a boring person.

He couldn't help but notice that the process already had her a little excited, too. Just kneeling there, she showed off a swollen, dropped sheath, one that slid back to reveal her equine cock inch by inch as she pumped to life while they waited together. Was that because of him or was that more the promise of things to come that fuelled her lust? He liked to think it was at least a little because of him. Watching that flared beast grow was enough to nearly make Blake drool. Compared to her, he felt positively plain, which made it all the more flattering that she wanted to spend time with him. Maybe once this whole silly thing failed to work out they could relax with some time together and she could turn her disappointment into desire for his soft, slim body. He just hoped he could possibly manage to keep up with such a titan of pure sexual energy. Yet as much as he doubted their efforts would bear fruit, she remained determined and focused. She had a plan.

He wasn't entirely sure what he thought of it. Messing with unknown forces was the kind of thing that usually ended badly for those who didn't know what they were doing, but Hazel assured him she did right from the start. As long as they drew the circle just right, and said the words exactly as they were written, nothing would go wrong. Well, that still didn't do much to make him feel reassured, but he rolled along with it anyway, and there he was, reciting all sorts of unholy things that simply sounded evil pouring from his lips. He had to admit it was kind of sexy, kneeling in that horse's bedroom around a spooky-looking pentagram scrawled there on the wood of the floor, but the chill that ran down his spine was anything but comfortable. She'd decorated each point of the summoning circle with some sort of macabre object, from bones to tiny skulls to things he couldn't quite identify at a glance. He didn't ask her where she got the materials.

There was something oddly musical about the summoning chant. It followed a relatively simple rhythm, one, two, three, and repeated each phrase in turn. Or he thought they were phrases, at least. Maybe it was just gibberish. Those demonology books hardly looked legit, if he had to be honest, yet he continued playing along anyway She got faster and faster with each repetition, and he made sure to keep up even as the syllables all began to blend together. He did his best to follow Hazel's pace without stumbling on her words. One slip up, and ... well, something was going to happen. He didn't know what. The horse kept her eyes closed, but the fox's fluttered open when he felt the rumbling. It wasn't just the room, but the entire horse that rattled with the arrival of something big, something powerful, something beyond anything either of them had ever seen before. Once he saw her emerging, he couldn't look away, even if that meant there would be consequences of some sort. Truly, there was nothing to do but stare as the shadow of a mighty form wavered into view, only to become more solid, more obvious as the creature's colours filled in. The three-headed canine arrived in a puff of sweet-smelling purple smoke, and left Blake and Hazel simply gazing upon her glory as they knelt before the demon they'd summoned for their own pleasure. Moments passed and nothing went terribly wrong just yet. The cerberus seemed to size them up in silence for a time. Blake didn't dare move.

"Hmm, yes, very good ..." one of the heads muttered.

"A sturdy summoner ... " said another.

" ... with a tantalizing offering, too."

Blake perked up his ears at that. He didn't remember hearing about any sort of offering. Maybe it was one of the little trinkets laid out in the circles that she meant. Or something else that Hazel hadn't yet shown him. He didn't manage to get so much as a word in before the cerberus raised a hand and gestured in the air at him, as if drawing some sort of symbol. In an instant, he felt himself bound at the wrists, and then the ankles by some sort of eldritch shackles or cords. They held fast but not too tight as they hauled him right into the air, tied and helpless, and flung him across the room to Hazel's waiting bed. Before he could cry out or at least protest the domineering treatment, another strand of those pink, glowing bindings found its way around his muzzle and effectively gagged him. He squirmed a little but there wasn't much he could do against the power of a hellhound, or a witch, or whatever she truly was. When he looked to Hazel out of confusion, he felt his heart sink to see the horse looking just as surprised as he was. He kind of hoped she had it all under control.

"Offering? I don't remember reading about any sort of offering," Hazel spoke as she slowly rose to her hooves. Even standing tall enough to tower over Blake, she still wasn't as tall as the three-headed canine.

"Hm. Surely you jest. You wouldn't summon me without bringing some sort of proper sacrifice, would you?"

Dipping her whole top half down, she offered her hand to shake. It seemed a strange thing to do while the fox was currently squirming away in magical bondage just a few steps away, but Hazel took the offer anyway. She felt warmth there in the hellhound's palm as they clasped each other's hands briefly. It made her wonder if she was sealing some sort of contract just by accepting that casual gesture. Too late to go back now.

"And I'm Jasmine, by the way," the cerberus said. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Hazel."

The horse blinked. Knowing her name probably wasn't the stranger thing that had happened so far, so she let it pass without comment. Instead, she pointed to her vulpine friend.

"I'm glad it was a success, but what about him? I don't want him getting hurt."

Jasmine gave her a broad smile with all three heads at once. One of them spoke as pleasantly as could be.

"Oh, don't worry about a thing! I'll be very gentle while I devour him."

Hazel looked over to the fox and saw him widen his eyes. She mirrored the expression. There was no backing out with such a powerful creature right there in her bedroom. At least that summoning circle did its work, or that was what Hazel thought right out of it without so much as flinching. Was it drawn incorrectly? Or was it simply a ruse? It didn't matter. The hellhound was loose, unbound right there in her bedroom. Jasmine could have anything she wanted. Knowing that, the horse simply remained silent, and allowed one of the heads to continue.

"That's why he's here, of course. Every good summoning starts with a meal! Come sit on the bed with me, Hazel. I want to make you feel good while I swallow him down." Jasmine spoke with a narrow, seductive gaze plastered across two of her faces. The third one simply looked hungry, with lips curled and fangs drawn, a wet canine tongue lashing across her teeth with a splash of thick drool.

If she was more heroic, and stupid at that, Hazel might have tried to fight off the demoness and save the fox, but she knew well there was no helping him now if Jasmine wanted him. Besides, the thought gave her the most curious of feelings. She felt a little twitch of her cock considering the situation. Just summoning the hungering beast had been arousing enough, but she knew what that little flex of desire meant. There was something primal about the sight of Jasmine so effortlessly plucking Blake up from the bed in both hands. The cerberus cradled him across her palm as if he weighed nothing while the fox faintly kicked and murmured beneath his gag. His feeble attempts to squirm away didn't dissuade or even inconvenience Jasmine any. She brought him up close to her heads and opened up wide, only to snap each of her jaws shut with three distinct clicks. A little saliva misted onto his face while he gazed wide-eyed at his looming fate. The only question was which of Jasmine's mouths were going to get him. To determine that, she started tasting.

"Mmm-mmm-mmm ... tasty foxy boy. Where did you get this one, Hazel? How did you know what I love to eat?" One of Jasmine's heads remained pointed at the horse while she spoke, even swapping from one to the other mid-sentence so she could keep slurping her prey without interruption.

Hazel couldn't lie to herself anymore. Just watching the cerberus tease her innocent friend was doing all kinds of things to her, to the point she felt a thick bead of pre slowly streaming down every inch of her fat length. Not just hard, but pulsing, she sat there just watching it all happen as the lust poured over her as thoroughly as dog drool soaked into Blake's fur. Jasmine took a lick of his face, then another, and another. She had three tongues to work with, and she didn't spare an inch of him. Soon she had him all sprawled out lengthwise in front of her like a cob of corn while she slathered him in sloppy slurps from ears to toes. With three heads working in tandem, she was able to completely soak him in seconds. It only got wetter from there. She sucked on him, she smooched him, she even gnawed him here and there, though every application of her teeth was a gentle one. There was no biting him, no hurting him. Even at her size, she knew how to treat him right. She worked him over until he was a sodden morsel glistening with canine spit, and only then did she turn him the right way up again to face her many muzzles once more.

"Don't worry, Blake. You'll learn to love being my food by the time I'm done with you. It's going to feel wonderful squeezing you down my throat. For both of us."

Blake's eyes darted from side to side as he focused on those slavering jaws looming ever so close. She could have easily just opened up and omphed over his whole face at once if she wanted to. Instead, she raised him up, and up. Maybe there was magic in those bindings to explain how he seemed to almost float in her grasp. Surely she wasn't that strong as to easily support him with a single hand cupped beneath his rump while she dangled his squirmy yet bound legs right above her jaws. One more set of slurps from the right head to the left and she finally settled on whose gullet deserved him most. She used her left head to lightly nibble on his toes as she brought him ever so slowly down. Then a slow suck of his paws got him gasping, got him wriggling desperately against the force of those eldritch cords. It was hard to say if he was afraid, or just ticklish. Maybe a little of both. She teased him a little longer until she got his feet to the back of her throat. Hazel watched intently as the first little bulge appeared in Jasmine's gullet. The cerberus teased her prey for as long as she liked, gulping nothing but saliva at first, then she slowly slipped him in a little deeper as her lips squeezed their way up along his calves.

"Mmm, he tastes just wonderful. And I'll bet you do too, Hazel." Jasmine had plenty of heads left to use for speaking even while one was busy eating someone. She waved a hand reassuringly when she realized the implications of her statement. "Not like that, of course. I'm sure I'll be quite satisfied with your offering. Just relax while I treat you. Enjoy the show. I can tell you like what you see. I'm going to take my time with him, I'll have you know. You did very well bringing me such a delectable one."

Hazel wanted to say something, but there really were no words for such a moment. She knelt there on the bed while the cerberus descended upon her cock. Blake remained where he was, trapped and suspended in the air as Jasmine ever so slowly swallowed him with her leftmost head. Meanwhile, the one on the right got to work licking at that solid spire of horsecock. There was plenty to slurp, and she turned her middle head into the action for a time just to cover more surface area at once. Two nice wet doggy tongues made a glistening mess of Hazel's hard dick. She was firm enough already just watching, and every time she heard one of those deep, wet gulps she twitched again. Jasmine didn't miss that reaction. She made sure to swallow often while she worked her prey down her throat. Blake didn't actually travel far with each flex of that slippery gullet around his ankles. He inched into those humid depths, faintly whimpering but squirming a little less the deeper he plunged into the depths of the hellhound. Maybe he knew he simply wasn't getting away, and accepted his looming fat. Maybe the hellhound throat felt too good hugging around him to resist.

That tight embrace just got tighter as she swallowed him down inch by inch, crawling along his calves until she reached his knees. None of it was a stretch or strain for her. She could fit her jaws around his entire form with a casual gape. Similar was how she treated that heavy horsecock trembling with desire right there before her other muzzles. She gave it a few kisses at the tip, lapped up some of that excess precum, and finally just enveloped her whole flared head at once. It was a shocking rush of sensations for Hazel, of heat and sleek textures gliding over her sensitive skin. She gasped out without a word. At first she closed her eyes to simply soak in the feeling of the cerberus going down on her. Jasmine effortlessly swallowed almost that entire cock in a single plunge. Her right head suckled on the base of the mare's dick while the left continued gulping around Blake. When she ascended that pulsing pole again, she gave a toss of her left head and threw the fox around just a little. He would have flailed if his arms were free, but he was going to have to settle for a muffled yelp. Even once he was constricted in her gullet, those bonds never broke. They lightly glowed right through the skin of Jasmine's throat while she luxuriantly ate him.

"Ahhh, just as tasty as your friend. I'm sure he'll fill my belly nicely," Jasmine teased with her middle head. It remained idle between two ravenous mouths. "And so will you, in another sense."

"You suck ... like a goddess ..." Hazel huffed, biting her lip while she got a positively demonic deepthroating.

"You flatter me! I'm no such thing. I'm much darker than that," came Jasmine's answer, as casual as could be. "This is just the start of all that I could show you. There are so many pleasures we could enjoy together. I see such potential in you ..."

She left it at that for the moment and delved smoothly down Hazel's dick with a muffled moan of pleasure, as if to tell her she tasted just that good. Her eyes were closed on that busy head but the others remained opened while she teased and tasted alike. A few more smooth gulps around her prey brought the fox in up to his waist. That was where she paused for a good while so she could make an absolute show of slurping all over his sheath, his balls, even his rump. That got the squirms going again, but not for the same reason. He'd already been semi-firm, and no matter how bad the circumstances might have been, that was one pleasure he couldn't resist. Such wet slurps, such desire in each lick that caress along his balls and taint alike, he blushed heavily to give her the satisfaction of filling out his knot from the attention alone. She mmmmed with her busy maw, and pointed the middle one towards her meal to offer a smile.

"You see, foxy? It's not so bad at all. You don't have to do a thing. Just sink smoothly down and relax while I make you part of my body. I'll wear you proudly on my curves when I'm done claiming you."

He flattened his ears and looked as if he was trying to say something, but she didn't bother allowing it. She was the one doing the talking. Turning back to Hazel, she offered a grin.

"It excites you, doesn't it? Seeing your friend so vulnerable, bulging out in my throat. Oh, he feels good in there, too. I can't wait to swallow down the very last of him and feel him slip down into my gut. It's alright to sin a little, dear. Indulge in your forbidden urges. Watch me devour your cute friend whole while I suck your cock. Can you down that for me?"

It was a different kind of blush that came over Hazel at such teasing. More than just lust, she felt the shame of knowing she was doing something bad. But that was exactly what made it feel so good. It wasn't too late for Blake. She still could have tried to save him at least. Yet she did nothing but stroke along the hellhound's head while she got sucked right down to the nuts and watched the fox disappear down that stretched throat. Another toss of that hungry head and Blake slipped in past his cock, past his hips. Jasmine deftly applied her teeth to his middle just for a few teasing nibbles while she walked her jaws along his helpless frame. She wasn't even holding him anymore. Those bindings did the work for her, suspending him above her open maw with his hands bound behind his back. Eventually, it was her throat that supposed his weight. Gravity tugged firmly on his girly form, but she kept him wedged right where he was just to savour him a little longer. The constant hug of her warm throat around his hips and shaft almost made him blow his load right there. His whimpers escaped through that gag, if softly. All it took was her reaching up to plant a palm atop his head and a little shove to make him plummet again, a slick schlurk of his body gliding down her slobbery gullet going along with one great big gulp.

"Ahh, so close. It's so much more fun to play with my food, I must say. I love to savour their every squirm, right down to the very last gurgle."

He wasn't gone just yet. She still had him by the throat, in a manner of speaking. The implications of what was going to happen to him in her stomach was enough to reignite his resistance. Being swallowed whole was frightening enough, but he almost hadn't considered what was going to happen after she sealed him away in her body. With his head wiggling inside her jaws, his vision overtaken by the frame of her fangs on either side, Jasmine sucked his face playfully and turned towards the horse. She kept her other head bobbing wildly on Hazel's cock, to the point of slapping her own chin against those big fat equine nuts. A healthy plap of balls to muzzle went along with the obscene schlurps of her lips gliding all the way up and down Hazel's plump equine dick. Orgasm brewed deep within the horse's nuts, making them pump up tight, flexing, tightening, but before she could get all the way to her peak the cerberus abruptly pulled off of her entire shaft at once. That sudden gesture came with a splash of saliva in all directions, and came accompanied by a wild look from all three heads at once. Even with the fox's muzzle resting on one of her tongues, she still managed to flash a grin with each face at once.

"Wait. Don't cum just yet. Let me have it in every mouth at once. Help send your friend off for the long slide down."

That was a lofty command for someone who was so very close to erupting with every drop of spunk she had. Hazel strained herself while the cerberus repositioned. It didn't take long, but it felt like eternity. She bit her lip, she clenched her jaw, she narrowed her eyes and grunted her way through the peaking pleasure until she had a good look at all three heads pointed her way. Two of them playfully licked the tip of her cock while the third held Blake framed there, snug in her drooly jaws. She could see his features soaking in her spit, in the excess saliva that flowed thicker for his presence there. The urge to swallow was a strong one. Even Hazel could feel it. But if Jasmine could hold back for a few moments more, so could Hazel. She endured that slurping until the perfect twitch ran firm up her fat shaft and she finally fired off with the full volcanic fury of a horse left far too pent up for far too long. Jasmine remained right where she was to take it all, no matter how much of a mess that made of her.

Pumping, spurting, absolutely hosing the three-headed canine down in horse cum, Hazel shut her eyes tight for a few moments, only to open them again so she could watch the results of the chaos. She splashed her seed all over Jasmine's faces, and plenty more went right down those open gullets. Jasmine chugged the fresh spunk right from the source with two of those mouths. The other remained full of fox, and he certainly wasn't spared. He got plastered in Hazel's jizz too, completely whited out by the heavy torrents pouring forth from the horse's wildly flexing shaft. She had no control over it. Cumming hands free meant she got it absolutely everywhere, painted the bed and room alike in her scent while she treated Jasmine herself to a creamy treat. The hellhound eagerly swallowed every drop she managed to catch, and let the rest stream over her features, over her bust, and right down her belly. By the time the horse's balls stopped clenching, Hazel had left the cerberus painted white from those pointy ears down to her soft belly. She took a few moments to catch her breath, only to lose it again in a gasp when Jasmine so unceremoniously finished off her meal in a single swallow.

For all that buildup, the final gulp was surprisingly tame. Which wasn't to say the hellhound didn't enjoy it. She made sure to tilt all her heads back at once and sent a deep mmmm through her sealed lips while she worked all three throats at once. Two of them drank down a hefty helping of fresh, hot horse cum and the third pulled the fox fully into her body to be sealed away within her curves. Poor Blake must have been soaked in spunk by then. Though it was probably hard to tell it from all the heat and wetness that came with getting swallowed whole by a drooling dog. And not just any dog, either. Her gut was suitably hot as hell, conforming snugly to his shape as soon as he touched down at the bottom. His legs quickly buckled beneath him when his paws touched the bottom of her belly, and he collapsed into a head while the slimy walls hugged tight all around him. They gave him such a squeeze that the bindings were no longer necessary. Those magical cords simply vanished while the gurgling stomach kneaded him into a nice cozy ball of fox meat. Jasmine stroked along the bulge of her prey with both hands while he got settled in there, but soon she just let it go so her gut could sag up against the horse's dick. Hazel wasn't any softer. Cumming her brains out hadn't changed how excited she was to bear witness to such a forbidden pleasure. There was still so much pleasure to milk out of that dark indulgence. First, was rubbing her cock against the still-squirming shape of the fox trapped deep in the darkness of the hellhound's belly.

"Do you feel him there, Hazel? I turned your fox friend into my dinner. And I loved the way it felt. His slim body fit perfectly in my throat. He slid down so very smoothly I'd say he was meant to be a morsel for someone bigger, someone greater."

She leaned down close and gave that cock another lick, cleaning up some of the cum still clinging to that flare in the process.

"I commend you for your eagerness. If my six eyes don't deceive me, you didn't soften for a second even after cumming for me like that." Two of her three faces grinned. The third was still busy licking her chops. "It's something you'd never thought you would enjoy, isn't it? Yet beneath it all, in all your earthly pleasures, you always knew there was something better awaiting you ..."

That it was so wrong was exactly what made it so good. Hazel told herself she was simply being corrupted by Jasmine's deadly allure. It was okay to get so turned on when she was hardly in control of herself. She felt so very compelled to do anything Jasmine said. It was only partly because it felt good to obey someone so much more powerful than her. When the hellhound took her by the wrists to place her hands on that round, rumbling belly, Hazel gladly groped the cerberus' gut as if to help soothe the forthcoming digestive process with her tender massaging touch. She faintly heard the wriggles beneath the layers. Maybe Blake had already succumbed, or maybe he had simply accepted his fate as cerberus food. After rubbing that belly a while, Hazel moved on to Jasmine's hips, then down to her thighs, her butt. The thought that her fox friend would eventually be fully part of those curves was enough to make her snort to herself. Of course, she forgot a vital part of the hellhound's figure, but Jasmine was quick to remind her as she calmly curled a hand behind the horse's head and pushed her snort directly into her cleavage.

That was where Hazel stayed a while, smooshed and smothered in cerb tits while she idly humped the gurgling gut pressed to her dick. Jasmine murmured some tranquilizing words.

"All you've shown me, I would be glad to keep you, Hazel. Not like your friend here. I mean something more productive than that. I told you I saw potential in you." She smooched the top of the horse's head. "You've already done so well summoning me here with such a worthy sacrifice. Even if you think you weren't sure what you were doing, some part of you knew all along."

Hazel could only blush intensely red beneath her hide. She could hardly believe how tiny her own voice sounded when she spoke. Being trapped between two fine, plush tits didn't help.

"You'd ... keep me? How would I ... what would I have to do?"

"Nothing you're not already doing. Relax. Give in to what you want. Let me guide you."

Jasmine's words came just above a whisper. She placed her hands on Hazel's shoulders and slowly guided the horse down to the bed with a gentle push. That meant much of the weight of her gut pressed down on the horse's own, allowing her to feel those deep contractions, those wet gurgles, those jiggles and compressions that worked over the digestible vulpine deep within the goddess. Or, not goddess exactly, even if she felt like one in those moments. Jasmine slowly worked her rump down atop that thick horse cock, sat herself on it lengthwise, and took to grinding back and forth as she continued. The subtle sound of her wet sex schlicking across Hazel's engorged inches went well with the steady glorps of her stomach doing its job smoothly, efficiently, comfortably. It was effortless for Jasmine to digest a whole person like that. Just as she'd swallowed him down without a moment's strain, turning him into nutrients and curve padding was every bit as easy for her. Hazel wondered how many times she'd done, how many people had helped build the temple that was her body. But mostly she thought about how good it felt to be pressed against such a gorgeous creature.

"Think of it as an apprenticeship, of sorts. Though one much more exciting than the world itself implies." Jasmine offered a good-natured smile, but it was lost on the enraptured mare beneath her. "Think on it. In the meantime, we still have such pleasures to explore together."

Hazel said nothing more while the beast from hell so comfortably straddled her. Jasmine might have been heavy, but she was ever so soft as she applied herself fully to Hazel's form. The horse vanished beneath the curves of the cerberus, slowly rolling her hips the whole time to hump at Jasmine's pussy. They stayed like that a while, simply enjoying the friction, the closeness. In time, the hellhound corrected her angle and got the tip of the horse's blunt cock pressed to the folds of her sex. She took her time spreading them out, easing down on those thumping inches even while they pulsed in absolute need of her. Hazel was pretty sure she'd shot a gallon or two for Jasmine, but she still had so much more to give. Her balls were taut, churning, clenching up before she was even fully inside the hellish canine, and as those folds finally spread open to allow her to plunge inside, the best she could manage was a moan. There were no words to speak, only sounds to make, including a few horsey whinnies and snorts while she felt that tight cunt grip around her tender dick all the way down to the base. Jasmine didn't stop. A dark being like her had no need for limits.

It was hardly the most awe-inspiring thing Hazel had seen Jasmine do, but it was still enough to make her gape in wonder at the beast atop her. Such a rare thing that she even got down to her medial ring without making someone uncomfortable, but for Jasmine, letting the horse go balls-deep in her pussy was as easy as anything else she'd done so far. The hellhound planted her palms firmly on Hazel's shoulders to keep her where she was as she adjusted her position, and from there it was simply a matter of bounding up and down. She started gently, with a soft tap of her rump to Hazel's thighs, slowly grinding back and forth once she had that mighty cock fully hilted inside her. That was where she kept the pace for several minutes, no matter how hard Hazel throbbed inside her. The horse's moans were purely feminine, as if she was the one getting fucked, whimpering, gasping, shaking as she hellhound rode her to oblivion. All the while, Hazel's nuts were bloated, absolutely swollen with the sheer amount of cum she was ready to give. Everything she had was all for Jasmine.

"Mmm ... rub my stomach while I ride you, Hazel," came her command, soft yet confident. "Feel it press and squeeze and churn the fox down to nothing."

Hazel found herself obeying before she even managed to form a single thought on the matter. Of course she would do exactly as she was told. Jasmine knew what was best for her. That much was evident by the vise-grip of her sex all wrapped snug around Hazel's every single inch. A big mare like her, well-hung and towering over most of her partners, she was so used to doing all the work. The thrusting, the grinding, it was all up to her while whoever she was with did their best to hold on tight. This was different. Jasmine hardly treated her like the titan she was to so many others. She was pinned there beneath the hellhound's weight, trapped between her squeezing thighs, and she didn't want to be anywhere else in the world. A deep squeeze into Jasmine's squishy gut revealed there was hardly any bulge there anymore. Just pudge, packed on thicker by her absorbing that mere mortal. Hazel idly wondered what would happen to the fox's soul after being consumed by a demoness. If souls were a real thing. The presence of that creature on her cock told her anything was possible.

"All mine. To keep. He'll be so much happier on my bust, on my hips, on my thighs ..." Jasmine really did drop into a whisper this time. She leaned close until her lips were an inch away from Hazel's lips and spoke into the horse's moaning mouth. "You could help me find the tastier mortals, could help build my body into something even greater than it is. Feel me."

Hazel reached up and stroked down the hellhound's back, framed those broad, matronly hips between both hands, and took a deep squeeze of her ass too. Jasmine was the picture of femininity, of shapely, curvaceous beauty. She wanted nothing more than to be all hers, to feel her, touch her, worship her for as long as she would let her. And she wanted to devote every drop of seed to her that she could possibly give. It wasn't going to take much longer. Not with that heavy dog bouncing on her dick like that. Harder, wetter, firmer, Jasmine worked her hips until she got a good thump going. The bed creaked beneath the two behemoths fucking atop it. Hazel gripped those curves deeply, letting the prey-padding conform to her fingers as she did her best to thrust up into that richly soaking sex. Juices poured from around her shaft as the hellhound smacked down firm on those plump horse nuts. Every stroke down was another twitch, another heavy convulsion of pleasure that shot right up Hazel's spine and threatened to send her over the edge without warning. Yet she held on, for Jasmine's sake. And her own. She simply didn't want to ever stop fucking that perfectly tight, drenched cunt until her every last trace of energy was completely spent. It was going to run out long before her lust did.

"Yes, that's it. Let your cum seal our little contract. You want it, don't you? You want to be mine?"

Jasmine shoved Hazel's face in between her breasts again, which made responding hard. Hazel somehow managed to get a few words out anyway.

"Yes! I ... I, yes, I want ... yes, yes!"

It was hard to tell if it was her agreeing to terms or simply screaming in ecstasy. Hazel hardly knew herself. Her mind was blanked out by the pleasure that poured through her every nerve as everything came to the perfect peak to end all peaks. Her cock blazed with bliss, her body writhed with sensations unlike any she'd ever experienced before. It was more than just a cumshot. It was a transcendent experience, one milked out of her by the tender squeezes of that tight hellhound pussy that so sweetly massaged every single inch of her pulsing shaft. Those rapid-fire throbs had her flexing, her veins bulging, flare expanding while her balls pulled up so tight as to almost enter her. Then, the shot, the first of many, left her slumping and sighing all over with the relief that came from channelling so much pressure at once. She hosed down that cerberus womb, and she got to listen to all three heads singing for her. They formed a cacophonous chorus of huffs, of musical moans, and deeper, more guttural growls for bass. In those pleasure-snarls, Hazel witnessed just for a moment the true beast inside Jasmine. Not that she had done much to hide it, devouring someone whole in front of her and all. To have a fearsome, drooling monster from hell on top of her, riding her cock completely dry just made Hazel cream for her all the harder. She lost track of time and fell into a haze of pure sensation while she spurted for her new mistress over, and over again, each one of them messily audible with a thoroughly lewd splurrrrch that was quickly followed by another.

Jasmine finally relaxed her grip once Hazel fell to dry-firing inside her. There was no more she could give. A thick splorch of horse jizz poured down from the hellhound's overflowing sex, cascaded around Hazel's thighs and hips, soaked into the sheets beneath. The mattress was marked as the scene of their first wicked coupling, signed like a contract. It would do much better than any paper. All the rest sloshed within the cerberus, joining with the liquid noises of her still-gurgling belly. The horse snorted out once her cock finally started to soften, and numbness crept over her muscles in aftermath. There was no pain. She felt as if she was floating away on a cloud while the hellhound sat up on her. Jasmine reached for one of her hands and Hazel gladly took it. They squeezed. She didn't know which pair of eyes to meet so she just slowly drifted from one to the other. Each of Jasmine's faces showed a different expression. One was quietly satisfied, with a small smile. Another wore a flirty smirk, and the third had something deeper there, something more intense, something domineering in that glare. They all added up to say the same thing. Hazel had done a good job. And she was going to be rewarded for her devotion.

That was where they stayed, holding hands was the scene around them melted away into sparks and flickering flames. Hazel didn't glance away. She lost herself in the demon's eyes while her body recovered from the draining orgasm. Her cock eventually flopped out of Jasmine with a slick splat. There was cum all over the both of them. It clung to Hazel's skin, or the hellhound's fur. There was plenty smeared across that soft gut. It had grown much quieter by then, though there was still the occasional gworgle. Everything felt so much warmer as Hazel's home seemed to be consumed in pinkish, magical flames. It probably wasn't literally on fire. She was simply seeing a manifestation of the creature's power. There was more to that witch-hound than she even understood yet. But all would come in time. They squeezed hands as the scene transformed together, and Jasmine crawled off of the horse to allow her some range of movement at last. Hazel swiftly used it to cuddle up to the summoned beast, simply to feel as close to her as she could be. In time, the two of them met in a deep kiss. Hazel smooched the middle head on the lips while the others pecked her on the cheek, or licked her neck. It seemed just as much like sealing their contract as their sloppy sex had felt.

"Together ..." said one of Jasmine's heads.

" ... to show you so many things," said another. She had to break from the kiss to finish her thought with the third.

"Things you've never before imagined, not even in your darkest dreams. We're going to have so much fun, Hazel. I knew I responded to your call for a reason."

"I'm ..." Hazel started and she felt her lip lightly tremble at the sheer emotion that came with searching for the proper words to summarize her thoughts on the whole encounter. Eventually, she settled on something simple. "I'm glad I did this."

"Me too, Hazel. Your friend was delicious and your cock felt incredible inside me. Let's descend together. Such power we'll gain as we travel down this dark, sinful path."

There was nothing more to add to that but for another deep kiss and a mutual grope as they rubbed their bodies together atop the sex-soaked bed. Study and self-empowerment could come in time. The simple, physical intimacy of hellhound and student was the most important thing to them for many minutes more. Only when they'd fully explored each other's bodies would they bother to consider what the next step in their corrupt relationship might have been. Hazel's mind was already brimming with the possibilities, and the desire for pleasures deeper than any mortal was ever meant to have. She'd largely already forgotten about the fox's fate. Such sacrifices were necessary if she was ever going to reach her full potential. Jasmine had already convinced her so.