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"Loonie, where's my red tie? We got a big job coming up and I want to look cool when we-" Blitzo said as he stepped through the door from his office into the common area of IMP headquarters. But he was cut off when Loona spotted him.

"LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!" she roared at him from her spot on the couch.

Blitzo shrunk at her scream, but spotted what was wrong with her from across the room. Her face was flushed bright red, her shirt was indented with rock-hard points of her nipples in the fabric, and there was an obvious wet spot between her thighs.

But he didn't know exactly what it meant, so he slammed the door shut, plenty embarrassed himself, and ran to the only person he could think to ask about the matter.

"Millie!" he called, bursting into the break room to see her reclining in a chair and filing her nails to talon-points. Before she could even ask what was wrong, he was blurting out, "Something's up with Loona, she looks all messed up and horny and- is she on drugs? Or doing porn or something? Please tell me my baby girl isn't doing porn, I'm not ready for that!"

Millie uncrossed her legs, her tail swishing as she tried to process what Blitzo was shouting at her. But even his brief description brought a smirk of recognition to her face. "Hold your horses now. You said she was pissed off and horny?" she asked.

"Yeah she screamed at me like a banshee while nipping the fuck out! I think she's probably ruined that couch with the wet spot she was leaving! Fuck, I never even imagined Loona could get horny!" he said, pacing about in a panic.

Millie just covered her mouth, trying to hold back her laughter.

Blitzo whirled around on her. "You, what's so funny? I'm serious, Millie, tell me what the fuck is going on! Am I getting pranked?"

With a snort or two, Millie patted Blitzo on the shoulder and managed to look up into his eyes and reply, "Blitz, Blitz, calm down - she's just in heat!"

Blitzo froze like a wire snapped inside of him. "Say what now."

Millie reclined again and said, "Oh, sure. Hellhounds go through puberty like anyone else, but once the bitches reach a more adult age, they start going into heat. They get super hot and horny, and if they can't get any relief, well, that makes 'em all pissed off. It's usually why the demons prefer the male hellhounds. Sure, they'll hump a hole through your cushions, but you don't have to worry about them going into heat and sluttin' up the neighborhood and coming back with puppies!"

Blitzo looked like he would melt. "Are you fucking kidding me!? What do I do? This is a disaster!"

Still smirking, Millie stood up from her chair and said, "I think this requires a bit of a more... feminine touch, maybe. You said she's in the living room? Why don't you just let me handle this, boss?" Blitzo, clueless and at her mercy, just nodded sheepishly and followed behind.

When they arrived outside of the door, Blitzo asked, "What are you going to say to her?"

"Just shush up and nod," Millie told him. In this moment, Blitzo didn't mind taking orders. Millie knocked on the door, and when they heard a growl in response, she said, "Loonie, sug? It's Millie. You alright in there? Sounds like you're having some... lady problems?"

"YOU FUCKING TOLD HER!?" Loona roared again, knowing full well that Blitzo was just beyond the door.

He wanted to speak up, but Millie cut him off. "Sugar, it's alright. I think I know what's going on with you, and I just want to help. Woman to woman. I promise Blitzo will shut his trap if you just let me come in and sit with you a spell?"

There was a pause, but with a whimper, Luna grumbled her consent, and the two imps walked in. The gray hellhound was laying down on the couch, a pillow tucked between her thighs, gritting her teeth as she hugged her torso, shivering with clear arousal. Blitzo had no idea how to feel about the sight of his adopted daughter in a state like this, but Millie easily sat behind her on the end of the couch, gently stroking her thigh and speaking softly.

"It's okay," Millie started. "I know you're probably feeling all out of sorts right now. It's your first heat, and you don't know what to do or how to feel about it. You're horny and embarrassed and it don't feel like anything can fix it." Loona seemed receptive, listening quietly, as Millie smiled and added, "I bet you just wish you could get something big and long and hairy shoved right up your cooter right now, don't you?"

To Blitzo's surprise, Loona nodded slightly, hugging her pillow tighter in embarrassment as a wave of horny heat sent shivers down her spine. He wanted to say something, but Millie preempted him, slapping her palm to his chest to shut him up while she continued to soothe Loona.

"I know it's hard. You're the only hellhound 'round these parts, and you don't got a hellhound mama to tell you what's what. But I know a thing or two about hellhounds and about a lady's needs to boot. A bitch's first heat is a big moment in her life. Usually hellhounds will throw a party for her to celebrate the occasion. They call it a heatceñera."

With a sniffle and a small, horny whimper, Loona looked up at Millie and asked, "What's a heatceñera?"

Millie smiled warmly back at her, rubbing her shoulder affectionately as she explained. "It's a big party where we celebrate your first heat and help you ride it out. We'll all be there, and there'll be cake and ice cream, and a bunch of dildos and vibrators for you to use as much as you want, and even some sausage mags or strippers for you to enjoy while you scratch your g-spot."

Blitzo's eyes shot open with defiant alarm. "Now hold the fucking phone! We are not throwing a crazy sex party-!" he started, but a well-timed fist slamming into Blitzo's crotch from Millie shut down his protests. Weakly, he raised a finger and forced a smile, breathlessly changing his tune. "No dildo's too good for you, Loonie! We'll get you the biggest one we can find!"

Millie stroked Loona's cheek and said, "So whattya say? Let us help you out with your first heat? I promise I'll keep the fellas in line so you can enjoy yourself."

Of course Loona was apprehensive about having her adopted father at a party like this, as well as Millie and Moxie, who were more coworkers than strictly friends. But Millie was the closest thing she had to a mom, and in her heated state of horny distress, her maternal affection and understanding was just what Loona needed at that moment. Plus, sex parties weren't exactly out of the ordinary in hell.

"It does sound nice..." Loona admitted softly. Then, with a nod and a smile, she looked up at Millie and said, "Okay... Let's do it! I want a heatceñera!"

Millie jumped up and clapped. "Alright! You just head on home and keep yourself tided over with a cold shower, Loonie. Blitzo, you're with me, and I hope you got your credit card!" She grabbed Blitzo by the tie and yanked him out of the room before he could say anything.

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"Alright, time to put on your blindfold and play a little game I like to call, 'What's that dick!?'" Millie said with an excited clap. Blitzo could only sit awkwardly in the corner, giving little smiles of encouragement to Loona when she looked over to him, but otherwise trying to avoid eye contact. The heatceñera Millie had thrown was really something, even if it was only attended by him and Millie, with Moxie nowhere to be found. It was like a bachelorette party on steroids, with all the food being wieners and hush puppies arranged on sticks, ice cream for a cold treat, some spiked punch, and a big cake that awaited Loona for later. The whole of his living room at home had been done up in red streamers, and the walls and tables were plastered with magazines and pinups of the sexiest demons and hellhounds Millie could find, almost all of them naked and fully erect. But the most uncomfortable, and yet enticing thing was Loona herself. According to Millie, the first step to her relief was getting her out of her clothes, and now she wore only a spiked black collar and wrist cuffs, leaving her budding B-cup breasts with big, hard, black nipples and her swollen, puffy canine pussy out in the air. Loona could hardly keep her legs closed. Even with Blitzo there, getting to feel some air on her burning hot, oozing cunt was too good to pass up. At least Millie seemed to know what was best for her.

Blitzo didn't know how to feel about the activities, though. Already they had played "fuck, breed, impound" with pictures of naked hellhound guys, had an "ice massage" where Millie rubbed ice cubes on Loona's nipples and pussy that seemed like a relief for her burning hot flesh, and had opened dozens of gifts containing everything from stuffed animals that looked like hellhound puppies to lube to condoms to half a dozen dildos and vibrators of all shapes and sizes. Now that those toys were open, Millie was setting up another traditional heatceñera game. He could only watch as Millie wrapped a black blindfold on Loona's face and explained the rules.

"Okay, now that you're blindfolded, I'm gonna place one of our new rubber ding dongs on the chair beneath ya. You're gonna sit on it, and using only your snatch, you gotta tell me what species it belongs to." With a smirk, she said, "'Course, if it goes up yer butthole, well, that works too."

Visibly cringing now that Loona was blinded, Blitzo spoke up and said, "Doesn't this game seem, I dunno, a little immature and perverse even for us?"

Millie was selecting the first toy when she answered, "Oh, you're just feeling all weird because your little puppy's a hot to trot hellhound bitch now. But you'll get over that."

"Yeah, so shut up and stuff me. My cunt's on fire over here!!" Loona added, another needy whine escaping her lips. Blitzo just crossed his arms, bit his lip, and watched the scene unfold.

Millie placed a rather plain, somewhat slender, but fairly long cock on the seat, the wobbly shaft pointing up at Loona's rump. "Alright, take a seat and take your guess!"

She guided Loona down, and Blitzo cringed again when he heard a wet squelch peal through the room, accompanied by a shudder and gasping sigh from Loona. "Ooh, fuck, yes..." she groaned. She kept her knees together as her wet flesh took every inch of the toy easily, her hands rising to tweak her nipples when she finally made the full descent. With her butt on the chair and the dildo firmly lodged between her lips, she gave a satisfied side-to-side wiggle and said, "That's... an imp, right?"

"Yeah!" Millie confirmed with an excited clap. "You got that straight away! You been fooling around with my man behind my back?" she said with a playful but aggressive elbow.

Loona huffed but stood up again, and Blitzo watched the shaft slide out of her nethers, the wet sheen over the red flesh clear as the twinkling strands of thick juices that connected her pussy to the tip for a brief moment before they broke. "Get me a bigger one," Loona ordered, her breath a hot, needy pant. "Biggest one you got. I can take it."

"Adventurous!" Millie gave an excited giggle. From the table, Blitzo watched with wide eyes as she hefted a massive slab of rubber flesh in both hands.

"There is no way she can take-"

"Shhh!" Millie cut him off. She placed the dick with a thud and tipped the head forward to align with Loona's pussy as she braced it with both hands. "Alright sugar, you wanted a big one, so here you go!"

Loona didn't waste a second lowering herself down onto it. Once the broad head prodded her pussy lips, she shoved it inside, throwing all her weight down and taking half the shaft in another loud, wet squelch that rang through the room. "Oohhh, shit!" she whimpered, knowing there was still a long way to go. She had to spread her legs wider to take it, and Blitzo couldn't help but peek between her knees to see that slick black shaft spreading her pussy wider and wider as she drank in every inch. Loona's mouth hung open, her tongue lolling out in the happiest expression he'd ever seen her wear as drool and juices oozed down, scratching the itch deep inside of her.

Blitzo could hardly believe it when her pelvis reached the rubber balls at the base, but with a wet schlick Loona managed to bury the whole thing inside of her, her pussy stretched to its limit and her limbs trembling with electric pleasure. But Millie just rested a hand on her shoulder and said, "Well, that's all of that big boy! So, what do you think?"

It was a moment before Loona answered. She slid her pussy half a foot off the shaft, feeling its contours and texture along with the satisfaction that rippled through her. Occasionally she'd whimper or squeak at the stretch it gave her before she slammed herself back down. Soon she worked up to a rhythm, bouncing on the giant cock that spread her wide, her moans growing louder.

"Uhh... Loona?" Millie prodded her.

"Ohhhh..." she sighed. "I think... It's a nightmare. It feels like a big fucking horsecock."

"Actually it would be a nightstallion," Blitzo said, but the girls just ignored him.

"Two for two, that's right!" Millie said. But she tilted her head as she watched Loona continue to bounce and tremble on the huge horscock lodged inside of her. After an awkward pause, she said, "Uhh, alright... Time for the last one!"

"But I'm so close!" Loona complained, bouncing her rump faster and harder.

"Oh, I think this last one will do the trick then," Millie said. With a begrudging growl, Loona raised her body off the horsecock, but she could hardly stand her legs were shaking so bad with pent-up arousal. Blitzo couldn't help but stare at the wet splotch left on the seat of the chair by her oozing juices. It looked like this heat thing was pretty bad after all.

No sooner had Millie removed the horsecock did Loona collapse into the chair. "I can't take it anymore! Just shove it in me! I don't care what it is, just fuck me with it!" she begged, throwing her legs up in the air and spreading them wide, presenting her needy pussy to Millie and Blitzo, the black spade puffy and engorged with arousal and leaking hot, sticky juices all over her crotch.

Millie retrieved a nice thick hellhound cock with an aggressive, firm knot at the base and said, "Alright sweetie, if that's what you want..." Then without much warning she simply shoved it into Loona's waiting crotch until the rubber sank all the way to the knot in her, which then popped inside with a wet splutter and a spurt of juices.

Blitzo cringed at the rough intrusion, but was forced to listen to Loona's hiss of blissful delight. Millie wore an impish grin as she stuffed Loona fast with the toy, not holding back and making sure she got plenty of the knot, her black lips tugging and slurping around the synthetic flesh that invaded her.

Loona's claws sank into the chair as she stretched her arms upward, her body writhing as she approached her peak. "Fuck yes! It's a hellhound! Fuck, it's a big hellhound dick! Fill me up with puppies!" she screamed. Blitzo could only shrink in the corner as he watched her give a sudden jerk as that knot forced a powerful orgasm through her, the room filled with her screams of delight as she ripped the blindfold off to watch her pussy get spread apart by the synthetic male of her own kind.

Blitzo hoped that would be enough to satisfy her, but it was clear that, if anything, her first climax had only amplified her heat. Loona's hands reached down to take over while Millie stood up and looked down at her with a grin. He raised a finger to interject, "Uhh, what was that about puppies? Because I don't think you're ready for that, Loonie. I'm definitely not, that's for damn sure," he said.

Millie just waved him off and said, "Oh, that's just the heat talking. Don't worry, Loona, the breeding instinct is totally natural. Feels good to take that knot, don't it?" Loona just whimpered and nodded as she continued to stuff her spread pussy with that toy. Millie encouraged her, saying, "I bet you'd love to get a real creampie in that cookie, huh?" Loona whimpered again and gave an even more vigorous nod. "Well, then I think you're gonna love your cake..."

"Ugh! I don't want cake! I want cock! I want a big fat pair of nuts to dump their baby batter inside my tummy!" she cried.

Millie just smirked. "All the more reason to enjoy your cake, sweetie," she said. She retrieved a remote from the table and pressed a button, which caused a heavy, sexy beat to start to play.

Suddenly, from the top layer, the cake burst open to reveal Moxie, dressed only in a black bowtie and tight leather thong, showing off every curve of his rather generous package. He put his arms behind his head and began to sway his hips to the beat while all gathered beneath him stared with increasing interest. He did his very best to put on a sexy smile and say, "I heard there was a horny bitch in the house?" But he couldn't help but nervously lean over and whisper to his wife, "How was that, Mil?"

Millie just beamed up at her husband. "You're doing great, Mox!" she said, giving him two big thumbs up.

Encouraged by his wife, Moxie thrust his hips, making his package bounce enticingly. Loona was practically salivating, licking her jaws at the sight of a leather-clad tool that could satisfy her. She growled and snapped at him, "Just show me your fucking dick already!"

Moxie, taken aback, replied, "Oh, uh... alright. Just a moment here..." But the timid way he tried to remove the thong wasn't nearly fast enough for Loona. Enraged, she reached out and ripped the thong off his hips, letting his flaccid cock flop out. The little imp stood there, frozen and mortified. Millie cheered. Blitzo just raised an eyebrow.

"What, is that it?" he jabbed.

Moxie, his face growing an even deeper shade of red, covered his crotch and said, "Nine inches is actually quite large, Blitzo!"

Blitzo just rolled his eyes. "Whatever. You're not fucking Loonie with that thing. Heat or no heat, she's still my daughter and if you try to shove that cocktail-sausage into her snatch I will fire you and then blow your brains out," he threatened casually.

Mille put her hands on her hips and leaned in aggressively at Blitzo. "Hey now, that's not fair! Loona is an adult hellhound woman now, and she's in heat! You can't just cockblock her like that!"

Loona had enough. She snarled and pounced on Blitzo, grabbing him by the collar and bringing him up face to face with her muzzle as she bared her fangs. "I don't care who you are! If you don't let that little pipsqueak timidly thrust himself inside of me in five seconds, I will take out all of my pent up sexual frustration on your pathetic little ballsack until it looks like chewed gum! Got it?"

Blitzo was about to retort when the lights cut out. A sensual female voice melted into the room. "Is that so? Hmm, that might require a change of plans..."

The others were confused, but Blitzo recognized the voice immediately. "Aw, fuck, just what I needed..."

With the dramatic appearance of a spotlight from nowhere, Verosika Mayday made her entrance, wearing a tight white outfit and a fiendish grin. "I heard someone was having a heatceñera. And you really weren't going to invite me, Blitz? I know you're an insufferable little chode, but even you must have realized that this is my specialty," she said, sauntering towards the group, her hips swaying with every step.

Blizto folded his arms and spat right back at her. "Well Verosika, you can suck my big, fat cock, because unless you grew one of your own all of a sudden, you're not going to be much help to my little horny Loonie."

"Is that so?" Verosika said. With a snap of her fingers, the rest of the lights came on, revealing that not only was she accompanied by her personal hellhound, the beefy black Vortex, but at least a dozen other hunky hellhounds, all of them practically salivating at the sight of the naked, fertile Loona.

Loona's eyes went wide and she quickly sprang to her feet, blushing as she tried to cover herself, but unable to resist approaching Vortex, who looked down at her with a calm smile. "Tex! W-what are you doing here?" she asked. "Not that I don't want to see you! You're looking hunkier - I mean, bigger - I mean..." she said, her horny mind unable to handle the sight of so many eligible studs at once, her gaze slowly drifting down his body toward his groin.

"Heard you were having your heatceñera and thought we'd drop by. Least we could do for ya, li'l pup," he said, reaching out with a paw to draw a knuckle underneath her chin, bringing her eyes up to meet his. Loona looked like she could melt at his touch.

"R-really? So you're here to... to..." Loona stammered, not quite able to spit it out, stunned by her fantasies materializing right in front of her.

"To breed that tight little snatch of yours with my big, fat knot and give you a big belly full of my puppies? You bet, baby," he growled at her, flashing his fangs with a savage grin. Loona shuddered, her pussy splattering a fresh wave of wetness on her thighs and the floor.

Blitzo popped up between them, shoving the two aside with his hands. "Woah, woah, woah now. I'm still her dad, and I still get to decide-"

Loona cut him off by snapping her wrist out and sinking her claws into his crotch, earning a squeak from Blitzo. She snarled. All she had to do was squeeze.

In a tiny voice, Blitzo changed his tune. "Have fun, Loona!" he said. She released him, and he gasped, but quickly rebounded. "But, if you're going to get a train run on you, then I get to go first. I want to show all of you flea-bitten mongrels how you're going to treat my daughter, got it?"

The hellhounds rolled their eyes, and Verosika said, "Really, Blitzo? I should have known. Somehow, you're the only one who can be a huge pervert and totally lame at the same time."

But Loona finally looked at Blitzo with something other than seething malice in her eyes. "Wait, really? You... want to be my first?" she said, blushing, confused, but seemingly flattered.

Blitzo rubbed her shoulder affectionately. "I want your first time to be right, Loonie, and I don't trust these guys to be safe with you. You deserve to have your first time with a guy who respects you, and that's me."

"I respect her too," Moxie piped up.

"Shut up, Mox and get me a condom," Blitzo snapped at his subordinate.

"A condom?" Verosika raised her brow incredulously. "Are you serious?"

When Moxie snapped the condom into Blitzo's palm, he straightened his spine and addressed the hellhounds with a cleared throat. "It's my daughter, and I make the rules, skank. Safety. First."

With almost clinical professionalism, Blitzo spun Loona around so he wouldn't have to look at her face and bent her over as he unzipped his pants and whipped out his dick.

"Hey, what the hell! It's not even that much bigger than mine!" Moxie complained from behind him.

"When you know what you're doing, Mox, ten inches makes a whole world of difference compared to nine," Blitzo said. He started to stroke himself, examining Loona's hot, drooling, fertile dog lips, finding his erection coming perhaps a bit more easily than he'd like.

Loona bent over, and with a sheepish smile on her face, she said softly, "Well? What are you waiting for?"

Blitzo had to take pause as he saw Loona's ass spread out before him. She was plenty fit and youthful, her cheeks looking soft and springy, and beneath her fluffy tail was her puckered asshole, and below that her engorged canine spade, the black flesh oozing for him. But he shook of the mix of complicated feelings, clearing his throat as if it could clear the awkwardness around what he was about to do. As he unwrapped and rolled the condom onto his length, it was obvious that he was absolutely rock-solid.

"I don't think you even got that hard for me," Verosika teased him. "Want her to call you 'daddy' too?"

Blitzo just grit his teeth and ignored her. He patted Loona's butt and asked, "You ready Loonie?"

"I've been ready!" she whined. "Just give me your big hard dick!"

With an exhale, Blitzo cleared his mind and his conscience. Gripping her hips, he angled himself at her entrance, and once he felt his rubbered cockhead prodding that slick, warm threshold, he jabbed his hips forward and entered her. "Oh, damn..." Blitzo cursed under his breath. He expected Loona to be tight as a virgin, but he didn't expect her to be so boiling hot!

Loona's face spread into a wide, pleasured grin when she felt her pussy spread and Blitzo's dick plunge inside. But she knew he wasn't even halfway yet. Whining and whimpering eagerly, she begged, "More..."

Blitzo felt himself getting pulled in. His hips started pumping on their own, driving himself to the balls in her, earning a grunt from him and a yelp of delight from her, but he didn't linger there. He drove himself into her, setting a quick pace, fucking her fast, feeling her heat wash over his rubbered hard-on and hearing the wet schlicks from her cunt float up to his ears. Her butt was soft and bouncy on his own hips, and even the feeling of his balls slapping against the bottom of her pussy was a delight. "Oooh, fuck, Loonie," he groaned. "Didn't... know you were so ripe..."

Loona's tongue lolled out of her head, her eyes rolling a bit as pleasure flooded her body. Her hands flew up to knead her breasts, her nipples achingly stiff as she felt herself impaled on Blitzo's cock, reaching deep inside of her. It was the satisfaction her body had been craving every since her heat started, her instincts desperate for this exact feeling. She didn't care if Verosika or Moxie or Vortex or anyone else was watching. The only thing she could want was more, harder, faster, rougher, more. "I need it..." she moaned. "Give it to me..."

Moxie and Millie stood on the sidelines, a confused expression on Moxie's face as he tried to sort through his own feelings on this, but Millie wore a big, sweet grin. "Aw, look at the two of them go! I knew this was just what Loona needed."

Moxie turned to her and raised an eyebrow. "She needed to get fucked by her adopted father?"

"It's a girl thing sweetie, you wouldn't understand," Millie waved him off.

Verosika, arms still folded, sauntered up beside the rutting pair. "Well, Blitzo, I've got to hand it to you. Only a creep as sick as you could stand to do something like this." She stroked a finger under his chin as he tried to ignore her, gritting his teeth and snapping his eyes shut. "I should hire you."

"Fuck off," he snapped at her through a clenched jaw.

"Oh come on, don't be like that Blitzie," she purred to him. "Depraved lust is my speciality. And you, adopting this hellhound puppy, waiting for her to go into heat, and then insisting on claiming her virginity? Even Asmodeus's best incubi haven't done shit as fucked up as that." She leaned down to nibble on Blitzo's ears as he tried to ignore her. "But it feels good, doesn't it?" she whispered. "Feeling your sweet little Loonie, wrapped around your hard cock, begging for it?"

Blitzo felt fire race through his veins as he pumped his hips harder. He was getting close, but he didn't want it to happen like this. He tried to keep it together, to hold his nerve and hold out on his orgasm, but when he opened his eyes and saw Loona beneath him, her ass bouncing on his cock, drooling black pussy squeezing his shaft, her mouth open in lust as she moaned and panted for him, squeezing her pert little nipples between her fingers, he felt himself slipping. The final straw was when she whined and begged again. "Please..." she gasped. "I need it! I need you to cum in me, Daddy!"

Whether he wanted it to or not, hearing that sent a jolt down his spine directly to the root of his balls, his cock throbbing and white-hot pleasure racing through his veins. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming!" he blurted out. Even if he wasn't wearing a condom, he wasn't sure he would have been able to stop himself from planting himself balls-deep inside of the fertile little hellhound and crossing his eyes as he blasted his hot load deep inside of her, twitching and groaning as he did. Loona was just left panting, shivering at the feeling of a male finishing inside of her, wanting and waiting to feel that oozing, icy-hot pool of sperm filling her up, spreading throughout her womb, fertilizing her, but it never came.

When Blitzo caught his breath and his senses, he straightened up again and yanked his hips back, pulling his rubbered cock out and the filled head of the condom with it. Clearing his throat again, he resumed his lesson. "...And then you take the rubber off carefully, tie off the end, and throw it away in a trash can." With his hands on his hips, trying to act like he didn't just fuck his adopted daughter, he fixed Verosika and the hellhounds in his steely gaze. "That's how it's done, boys. If you can't do it like that, then you don't get to ride. Got it?"

Verosika and the rest of the hellhounds could only raise an eyebrow. "Yeah, I don't think so," Vortex said, emerging from the pack. The big black hellhound was easily the tallest and broadest of the bunch, but as he came forward, totally naked, Blitzo and the other imps could see with fear that he was also incredibly well-endowed, his fuzzy sheath drawn back to reveal a massive, angry, fourteen-inch knotted black cock above a heavy pair of low-hanging, danglng fruits the size of kiwis.

"F-holy shit," Moxie blurted out with a gulp. Blitzo didn't say anything, feeling his control over the situation rapidly slipping away.

Vortex took a few solid steps forward toward the naked and horny Loona. Standing before her, his cock twitching with lust, he gave a fanged grin down at her. "'Sup, bitch," was all he said.

Loona's eyes started at the bottom and slowly trailed upward to meet his handsome, rugged face. She felt like she could cum on the spot. "H-Hey, Tex..." she greeted him with an awkward smile.

But Vortex knew exactly what to do. He didn't need an invitation. He just started moving around behind her as he said, "Bend over again. I'm gonna put some puppies in you, bitch."

Loona complied immediately. "God, yes!" In a moment, she was on all fours, lifting her tail sky high and wagging her ass at Vortex, her pussy drooling harder than before, soaking the fur on her thighs and strings of thick juices leaking down toward the floor.

Blitzo watched Vortex line himself up and tried to protest. "Wait, but the condoms-!"

Vortex ignored him. Gripping Loona's tail firmly in his heavy paw, he grinned and growled above her. "That's it. We're gonna make puppies the proper way. Doggystyle." With that, he swiftly thrust himself inside the black, oozing lips of the female beneath him, burying his angry red shaft all the way to the knot in one powerful stroke, leaving Loona quivering and whimpering beneath him, her eyelids fluttering with bliss. "Good bitch..." Vortex growled in pleasure above her. His hips got to work, pumping himself into her with wet smacks, his heavy black balls swinging beneath him as he worked himself into a firm, hard pace.

Loona was beside herself. Her tongue lolled out of her muzzle at the feeling of being fucked and bred by a male of her own kind, their bodies designed for one another, and his huge hellhound cock built for pleasure in every inch that he rammed into her waiting cunt. "Oooh yeahhh... Yes, Tex! Give it to me! I want your knot so baaaad!" she begged for him.

"That's right. Howl for me, bitch," he encouraged her with a slap on her ass as he continued to fuck her raw.

"But... But...!" Blitzo tried to interrupt, but it was no use. Other hellhounds were already gathering, snickering to themselves as they presented their own cocks, red and throbbing, for Loona's muzzle. His precious daughter's eyes lit up at the sight, swooning at the view of so many big, hard, horny dicks all for her. She wasted no time opening her maw, wrapping her tongue around the shafts, moaning at the flavor before she really began to worship them, stroking them with her paws, slobbering on their balls, and shoving them one by one down her hungry throat, her eyes practically hearts as she sucked off each one in turn.

The other hellhounds didn't spare Blitzo their comments on Loona.

"Damn, look at her go! I think she might actually swallow my knot!"

"Gonna have to get this bitch's number for a round two."

"Never seen a bitch this slutty before in my life!"

"It's like she's begging to get a litter put in her."

"Shit, I'm cumming...! Fuck, look at her swallow it!"

Blitzo felt his damned soul leave his body when he saw a pair of hellhounds getting jacked off by Loona as she pointed their cocks at her open, ravenous maw, the ropes of hot canine jizz quickly devoured as soon as they landed on her hungry tongue, with more than a few splattering over her face, her eyes, and down her neck and trailing over her tits, all while Vortex nailed her from behind, giving her an encouraging and decisive spank.

Loona displayed the pool of fresh sperm that had collected in her mouth proudly before swallowing it, opening her mouth once more with a gasping moan. "Oh, fuck yes! Hellhound jizz tastes so fucking good! Give me more! Give me puppies! MORE CUM!" she bellowed as she grabbed another hellhound and rammed his cock down her throat, blowing him at a frightening, sloppy pace while she shoved her hips back onto Vortex, her tight, newly-deflowered pussy trying its hardest to stretch around her thick knot.

Blitzo knew he had lost all control of the situation. He slinked away, not out of view, but enough to turn his back and pull out his cell phone. He knew there was only one man in all of Hell that could help him now.

"Blitzie? Is that you?" a posh, effeminate man's voice answered.

"Stolas! Please, I need another favor ten minutes ago!" Blitzo answered in a hushed panic.

"Blitzie, slow down and tell me what's going on. You know I'd do anything for you," Stolas purred back to him.

Blitzo nodded, already feeling some relief at Stolas's assurance of aid. "Okay okay, look, Loonie's having her heatceñera tonight and things are getting totally out of hand. She's about to get-"

"Fuck yeah! Here it comes, bitch! AWOOOOOOO!" Vortex howled. Blitzo turned around to see Vortex fucking the absolute hell out of Loona, shaking her entire ass and bringing her footpaws off the ground with each stroke before he decisively split her wide and shoved his entire knot into her with an audible 'pop!' His howl came as he started cumming, joined by Loona's own howl of orgasmic delight, juices spurting and leaking around the seal of her stretched cunt into a pool of squirting bitch juices on the floor beneath their feet, her thighs trembling as she felt Vortex's virile sperm gushing into her fertile womb with every second, satisfying that burning instinct that had been tormenting her all night.

Blitzo turned back to the phone. "Loonie just got knocked up and I need you-"

"Ooh, little Loonie's heatceñera is tonight? Why didn't you say so? Don't worry, Blitzie, I've got it all under control."

Blitzo sighed with relief. "Thanks Stolas-" But he was cut off when the line went dead.

As Blitzo hung his phone up, he turned to see Vortex working that knot out of Loona, grunting as the young female yelped beneath him when it popped free with a yank, a gush of hot spunk cascading down between their thighs.

"Alright," Vortex said, his red cock still hard and pointed, coating with a thick film of white as it twitched in the air. "Who's next?"

"I believe I will have that honor," Stolas's voice echoed through the hall.

"Wait, what?" Blitzo blurted dumbfounded.

All eyes lifted as a shadow descended upon the room, the inky darkness flashing with pairs of red eyes until those shadows coalesced into a tall, stately form. The dusky feathers emerged, clad only in the wine-red bathrobe, and a wry grin crossed his beak. Stolas was here.

"Oh, sweet Loona," he purred down to the stunned, awestruck, and slightly embarrassed hellhound female. "When Blitzie told me that it was your special day, I knew I had to make an appearance." None of the other hellhounds or Verosika dared challenge him, either backing off or bowing in his presence.

But Blitzo was feeling much more confident with his ace in the hole revealed. "Yeah, so why don't you mutts take your slut and scram!" he waved them off.

"Oh, no, Blitzie, you misunderstand," Stolas corrected him. "I'm not here to shut down little Loona's party. I'm here to give her the best gift a young hellhound bitch could ask for on a day like this."

Blitzo folded his arms. "Yeah, I don't think she's gonna be down for the whole 'whips and chains' schtick," he replied.

Loona followed suit, crossing her own arms underneath her jizz-splattered breasts. "Plus, you're like, old enough to be my primordial ancestor. I don't know what you think you could give me that I'd want."

Stolas just raised a withering. He simply shrugged and shed his robe, and out flopped a titanically long and thick penis that swung between his spindly avian legs above a plump pair of princely balls. "How about eighteen inches?" he deadpanned.

Loona's eyes immediately lit up, her muzzle falling open in a happy panting, her heart nearly stopping just at the sight of it. Even after getting a proper rutting from Vortex, her dark cunt was already leaking again with her eager wetness.

Everyone else besides Blitzo was stunned. "Holy shit," was all Verosika could say.

Stolas just took a seat, descending into the chair like it was his throne, spreading his thighs wide, that massive length pointing upward, drooping only slightly against his slender torso. "Have a seat, my dear," he said, gripping the base of his meat and waggling it, tantalizing for Loona's eyes.

"Wait, wait, Stolas!" Blitzo tried to interrupt him. "This isn't why I called you here!"

"Oh Blitzie, my sweet pet, do try to lighten up," Stolas replied, dragging a talon under his chin as he purred. "I promise there will be plenty of me leftover for you afterwards."

Loona turned around, her stretched-out hole and soft butt facing Stolas as she lifted her tail for him. The great owl lord helped her sit back, settling into his lap so that she sat above the base of his cock. When it sprang up between her thighs, he chuckled. "There we are, Loonie, that's a good girl. Don't worry, I promise this will be a night you really won't forget!"

Loona could only whine in need, panting heavily as she saw the towering black spire rise up in front of her, drawing its length with her eyes and looking at how deeply it would be plunging into her. "It's so big..." she moaned.

"Try not to get distracted, darling," he whispered in her ear, nibbling at it with his beak, sending a shiver down her spine. "Legs up."

Loona picked her legs up, only for Stolas to reach down and snatch her ankles in his talons, picking them up and stretching them over her body, holding her ankles by her ears so that her ass and needy pussy were totally exposed, her thick cunt practically throbbing. Stolas angled his hips lower so that his long dick was curved until it prodded at her entrance.

"Ready my dear?" he purred to her. Loona could only bite her lip and nod.

With one long thrust, Stolas sighed in a shuddering "Aaahhhhh..." as his comically long dick slid inside of Loona's snatch. Inch after inch after inch, it never seemed to end, the black shaft slithering with slimy wet noises into her hot depths. Loona moaned with pleasure as the size of it, but as it plunged deeper and deeper, deeper than she ever thought possible, her limbs began to spasm, and her claws dug into Stolas's arms, hanging on for dear life as she took more dick than she thought her body could handle.

"Ahh! Holy- ffffuck...!" she gasped, her eyes bulging. "So... fucking- big!"

Stolas gave another charming chuckle. "Didn't any of you ever wonder why my wife hasn't left me yet? The lady doth protest, but even she can't bring herself to quit a cock as big as mine," he bragged. "Blitzo can tell you all about it. But without further ado..."

With a languid, steady pace, Stolas began to buck his hips upward, holding Loona in place by the ankles, her tits framed and bouncing between her calves as over a foot of cock slid out of her, only smoothly slide back in, propelled by a juicy coating of horny hellhound wetness. Loona could hardly speak, hardly think, could only gasp at the immense pleasure that came from the sheer fullness he gave her. And yet his strokes were so professional, so expertly made, her whole body was left shivering and shuddering, her pussy throbbing, orgasm certainly inevitable. Stolas was truly a maestro, and each thrust of his impeccable length was made with the artistry of a violinist drawing their bow across the strings; such was the way he played Loona's pussy, and soon she began to sing.

"Stolas... Stolas...! Ohhh Stolas, don't stop...! I'm gonna cum!"

Loona did cum, letting out a sharp bark as her pussy began to clench and spasm around his shaft, another splatter of sticky juices mixed with leftover hellhound cum running over Stolas's balls and onto the floor below.

"That's it my dear," Stolas purred. "Cum for Daddy. You know you love it, don't you?"

Stolas began to thrust faster, her body bouncing in his lap as he held her tight, his plump, tight coinpurse swinging up as he buried himself balls-deep inside of her on every thrust. Loona felt like he was fucking her brain, seeing stars as he nailed her sweet spots each time, either by virtue of his great skill or the sheer size of his cock being too big to miss them.

"Yes! Yes!" Loona cried out. "I love your big huge cock, Daddy!"

Blitzo was truly crestfallen. Just earlier she had called him Daddy after much hesitation and buildup, but now she called Stolas by the same honoriffic with twice the ease and three times the enthusiasm. "Hey hey, come on now..." he tried to protest, but it was no use.

Stolas was getting more into it, his hips smacking against Loona's, the fleshy smacks ringing throughout the hall. Everyone couldn't look away. The hellhounds knew when they were outmatched, and many were starting to stroke themselves to the sight of Loona taking such an impressive dick. Verosika was playing with a nipple, a hand shoved down her skirt, biting her lip. Even Moxie and Millie were impressed.

"Look at him go... Now that's how a man does it..." Millie moaned, biting her lip as well.

"I guess he's not a Prince of Hell for nothing... Jeez, how does he walk with that thing...?" Moxie added, wanting to look away, but unable to take his eyes off the foot and half of princely pole stuffing Loona senseless.

The longer things went on, the higher Loona went. Each thrust took her to a whole new level of ecstasy she didn't think possible. She came again. And again. She couldn't stop. Stolas fucked her too hard, too fast, too skillfully, hitting buttons she didn't know she had and showing her what a well-endowed man could really do to her heat. Words spilled out of her mouth in shrieking moans, growing desperate, crazed, begging for both release and more of him at the same time.

"Ohh my god! Fuck me Daddy! Fuck my slutty hellhound pussy! Cum in me, Daddy! Please!"

Blitzo swore he never heard Loona say "please" for anything in his life. But with his hips still rocking into her, wet flesh sawing inside of her needful cunt swallowing every inch he gave her, he just stroked her cheek with his beak and purred into her ear. "You want Daddy's cum? You want to get pregnant from Daddy's huge dick?" He chuckled. "Very well. Daddy'll cum for you, kitten."

Stolas leaned forward just a bit, giving him more leverage to thrust with his entire length, with all the power he had. For such a skinny bird, the wet thwaps of his hips slamming into hers were an echo that drowned out everything else in the room. His pace was breakneck, his cock a blur as it slid wetly into her snatch. His hefty balls slapped her pussy with relish, tightening as they began to prepare their payload for her.

Loona couldn't take it anymore. Her eyes rolled back into her skull. Her mouth hung open, tongue flopping out. The orgasm overrode everything else. There was nothing besides Stolas and his massive cock fucking her brains out. "Yes! Yes!!! YES DADDY CUM IN MEEEEEEE!"

Stolas didn't clench up or moan like most men would; even his climax was beautiful, poised, and artistic. With a coquettish smirk on his beak, at the exact precise moment of Loona's climax, he simply thrust his hips up one last time, burying himself balls-deep inside of her, her black lips stretched like a fleshlight around his shaft, and then he began to cum. At first, the only sign was the telltale clenches of his balls and the slight, bulging throbs of the base of his cock shoved into her drooling pussy. But then it became clear that even his orgasms weren't ordinary; his cock kept pulsing, feeding her more and more of his seed directly into her womb. More and more and more, the room could practically hear the wet globs of spunk spilling into Loona's fertile soil, but he just didn't stop. Only when his climax seemed impossibly long, his cock still solid and shoved to the hilt in her, throbbing away, did a wad of fresh, pearly-white semen leak around the seal of his dick and her pussy lips, flowing out around their crotches, over his balls, and joining the mess of other fluids on the floor. As Stolas kept pumping it into her like a hose, it had nowhere to go, spilling out in long dribbling lines before they formed cascading falls of hot, steaming sperm between his legs, soaking into their crotches, a puddle forming beneath the chair and fanning out with each growing moment. Loona could only twitch and writhe and shudder all the while; her climax overwhelmed her, her brain short-circuiting with pleasure as the icy-hot feeling of cum filling her full to bursting wracked her system. Only when it was over did her fucked-stupid face refocus, a gasp of pure bliss filling her lungs as she clutched at her tummy, feeling Stolas's seed bloating her belly.

"Ohhh... Daddy..." she moaned. She leaned back, kissing along Stolas's jaw while he was still stuffed up inside of her. Then, her fangs bared in a devilish grin. "More," she begged.

"Oooh! Naughty kitten," he teased her back.

"More!?" Blitzo erupted, but he was promptly ignored.

Stolas began to fuck her again, his black cock coated in a white film as the monster shaft began to spear into her, accompanied by Loona's blissful moans. But seeing the awestruck arousal on the faces of the observers, he generously said, "Well now, it seems that our little hellhound slut here needs more cum! Why don't you fine hellhound gentlemen give me a paw then? I'm certain she'd appreciate it."

Blitzo watched, utterly dumbstruck as Stolas continued to fuck his daughter while a half-circle of burly hellhounds lined up around them, stroking their big, angry red cocks, poised to splatter his own daughter's body with their infernal jizz while Stolas continued to violate her sweet, fresh pussy, giving it his own copious cream filling while the first load continued to spill out beneath the debauchery.

"God, I can't believe I'm gonna have to clean up all this mess," he grumbled to himself utterly defeated, a scowl on his face. "Moxie! Get a mop and clean all this jizz up, will ya? Make yourself useful for a change."

Moxie was interrupted from his stunned staring by the order. "What? How come I have to be the cum mopper? She's your daughter!" But he was only shouting at Blitzo's back as the defeated imp gave up and headed off.

"Where ya goin' Blitz?" Millie called after him.

"A shower. Let me know when they're done with her," was all he said, his voice totally deadpanned. He picked up the remains of his clothes from the floor and flung them at Moxie. "And wash these, too. But not in the same load as your little banana hammock or I'll kill you."

Moxie caught the clothes, looking down at his own exposed junk. After the events of the night that were still transpiring mere feet away, he could only blush.

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"C'mon Dad, just let it go already. It was just one night," Loona protested. She sat with her legs crossed and her arms folded, hugging her sides, fully clothed as they waited in the vet's office.

Blitzo, Moxie, and Millie were around her on the waiting room chairs. The couple was silent, not daring to speak up against Blitzo's fury, but Blitzo had no qualms about complaining loudly. "Yeah, one night and one hundred hellhounds, missy! You're lucky they even have a morning after pill! I mean hell, the only reason we're here is so I know which of those assholes is responsible for paying for all this shit!"

Loona blushed profusely. "Dad...!" she said, her eyes darting around to the waiting room, hoping no one else was listening. But Blitzo wasn't exactly being quiet.

"Don't 'Dad' me, Loonie! This is the last time I let you have a party! Heatceñera my ass! You are grounded young lady!"

"Dad!" she wailed.

An imp dressed in a slutty nurse outfit stepped out into the waiting room. "Loona?" she said. She came over when Loona and the group perked up at her name and said, "How are we feeling sweetie?"

Blitzo raised an eyebrow at the nurse. "Well? Did my slutty daughter's slutty eggs get gangbanged too?"

The nurse smiled. "Oh yeah, she's real good and pregnant alright." Loona looked like she was about to cry, but the nurse just rubbed her shoulder. "Aw, don't feel bad sweetie, it happens to more bitches than you know. Heatceñera?" Loona just nodded pathetically.

Blitzo was stunned. "Wait... She's actually pregnant? Like... right now? Babies?"

"Yup," the nurse confirmed, standing up to face her. "Still have to do a paternity test, but she's got a nice big litter in her belly. You're gonna be a mommy!" she said brightly to Loona.

Loona looked up at her, her face white as a sheet, paralyzed by fear. She turned to Blitzo, "Dad... What do I do?" she said, tears in her eyes.

Blitzo paused, his anger melting like ice. "Well... Well, honey... We'll figure it out, okay?" he said, grabbing her paw and putting an arm around her shoulder. "C'mon now, don't cry, sweetie. I'm not mad at you, and you're not grounded, okay? We'll talk to the doctor, see what we can do, and then... I dunno, ice cream?" he offered, hoping it would help but feeling totally lost.

Loona sniffled but looked up at him with a shred of relief and hope. "Really?"

Blitzo nodded. "Yeah. As much ice cream as you want, okay? Now c'mon, let's go."

Loona stood as Blitzo did, her paw still in his hand as he led her into the doctor's office. Her other paw clutched at her belly, but she felt a warmth beginning to spread in her belly. "Yeah... Okay, Dad..."