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Time had little meaning there. He had no need to eat or sleep. All Jozef knew was the harsh discipline and punishment alike that came with training under Iniko once she'd carried him off to her own personal realm. Sometimes that meant going through relentless drills, tests of his strength and willpower alike. Other times, it was more literal. The fallen angel dominated him just as much as she instructed him. To become worthy in her eyes was to be a commanding warrior as much as her devoted worshipper. The wolf belonged to the sheep, for as long as she willed it, and he existed in her world for as long as she wished to keep him there.

Her threats were hardly necessary. Her gloomy presence alone was intimidating enough to ensure he served her without hesitation. Though there was one thing that Jozef hesitated to do. When he was down beneath her, perhaps serving as her seat, smothered half to death and revived to go through it all again, or licking her wherever he wanted, he did his best not to show just how much he enjoyed that treatment. It wasn't merely that the wolf enjoyed being controlled and overpowered by the bigger, stronger woman. There was a little spark of affection in his heart for the former angel, no matter how brutally she treated him. She was holy once, after all.

Whether she felt the same was impossible to read. Her treatment of him gave no indication. Yet she never did seem to tire of him. She devoted a great deal of time - whatever it truly was in the real world - simply to being with him, in her own harsh way. Perhaps it was the belief that at some point he was going to get through to her, to become - well, something more than a failed crusader to be endlessly punished, at least - that drove him to serve her so loyally. Or perhaps he merely took pleasure in licking her hooves.

He doubted she could even feel that, but that wasn't the purpose of such worship. Jozef showed his humility and discipline alike while he lapped at the solid surface of those solid, unyielding surfaces. When he did well enough, she pulled him a little higher. Seated in something like a throne, she left him kneeling before her, slowly licking his way up along her powerful legs. One, and then the other. It was important he tended to each and every divot, each individual muscle he so admired. In his growing fondness for her, it wasn't difficult to be thorough.

Jozef would have continued on, going higher and higher, until he was buried face-deep in her sex, but something was different. At first it was as if she was repelling him, not physically, but with some unseen force. Upon reflection it felt like more of a tug, like something was dragging him away from his fallen mistress and into a new realm entirely. He felt like he was choking and drowning all at once. Not even Iniko herself could inflict such misery upon him. She grew distant and blurred in his vision, and then she was gone.

When he shook off the sensation, Jozef found himself on the side of an old road. He was wearing his armour once more, and his blade was at his side. Slowly picking himself up revealed what seemed like the real world once more. Without Iniko's instructions, he had no idea what he was supposed to be doing anymore. Nor was he certain his surroundings were even real. It might have been another test, an illusion created to see if he was ready to be a crusader once more. Perhaps it was best he didn't show that suspicion, and instead acted as righteously as he could.

With no direction given to him, he continued down the path. It cut through a stretch of woods that was thick with shadow. Before long, he was shuddering in his cuirass not at the chill of the crisp air, but at the sensation of being stalked by something. Iniko had trained him well enough to detect the malevolence of that presence, yet when he turned to look, there was nothing. A hundred shadows meant just as many hiding places for evil to lurk. There was no time to seek it out. Someone needed his help.

"Help! Oh, please, help me! Anyone! Won't someone come save this fair maiden?"

Her voice rang true all throughout the misty woods. Jozef perked his ears and took off in pursuit of the distressed cry's source. It didn't take him long to find her. The frightened whimpers of a lone woman tied to a tree and left seemingly to perish by her assailants hurt his heart. He found her in a clearing, standing tall and dignified despite her frightened expression and torn blouse. The dark stripes upon her silver-furred body gave her a striking appearance, but it was an inappropriate time to admire her beauty. The hyena needed the help of a hero, and he was ready to be one after all his time in Iniko's realm.

"Fear not!" he simply cried as he stepped into her sight, bringing a wave of relief over the striped beauty's features.

Perhaps that dark feeling tingling on the back of his neck said he was walking into an ambush. It never materialized, even as he stepped right up to the trembling maiden and carefully cut her loose from her bindings. He caught her before she could fall to her knees and helped her stand once more. She was quick to pull her ruined blouse over as much of her exposed bust as she could, and when that didn't suffice, she cupped her bosom in her hands to remain as modest as she could. Jozef made sure not to stare. Only when she was steady did she raise her head up to get a good look at him. A smile came over her, shining in the pretty, violet depths of her eyes.

"A crusader of the order? Truly I am blessed this day to have been happened upon by such a noble hero. Or was it the heavens themselves that brought you to me?" She took a moment to catch her breath. "I never thought myself so free of sin to deserve such divine favour."

He patted her on the shoulder. "I have learned that one does not need to be perfect to be considered righteous. Come, may I escort you home? The scoundrels who did this may still be about ..."

The hyena shook her head. Her voice grew very soft all of a sudden. "It wasn't bandits or brigands."

"No? Then who assailed your undeserving self, pray tell?"

She furrowed, and took some time to think on it. Jozef was patient with her. She had gone through something no innocent soul ought to have been forced to endure. Her voice was even quieter when she finally answered, and her eyes darted about in search of someone, or something.

"I know not. It was somewhere between beast and man, a wicked, frightful thing. I ... I do not wish to speak of it further."

Jozef nodded slowly. If it was a demonic presence, then he was ready to deal with it, and he would defend her from it at all costs. He was starting to understand why he'd been called to that place so suddenly.

"In that case, perhaps we ought to make haste. Come, I will lead the way."

He offered his hand, though to take it would have meant exposing herself to him, he soon realized when she hesitated. Instead he stepped forth and turned his back to her so that she could cling to him from behind, out of his sight. She was a rather tall woman, about on equal level with him. He could feel her warm breath on the back of his neck, in the gap between his helm and armour. It was still shaky after her ordeal.

"That is most kind of you. Might I know your name, sir knight? I am known as Shirazi."

Something about the name made Jozef's brow arch for the briefest moment. An exotic one to be certain, but that was hardly something to be concerned about. It was something else, some shred of familiarity that had him recalling the now-blurred period spent in Iniko's service. Whatever it was, it was far too buried to recall. Instead, he took the opportunity to press his mailed fist to his chest and bow his head to the maiden so he could make a proper introduction.

"I am Sir Jozef Svensson of the Knights Of Vyr, at your service."

"Ooh." Shirazi giggled softly. "Such an impressive title ... "

Jozef felt a brief blush warming his cheeks beneath his helm when he heard her surprisingly musical laugh. She remained close to them as they continued their trek through the woods. The sensation of being watched never fully left him, but nothing showed its face. Perhaps whatever stalked in the shadows feared his holy might. His will was unshakable after training with Iniko, and he was determined to ensure the safety of that innocent woman. Her cottage was a rustic one, humble in its appearance but charming in its coziness. He made sure to get her all the way inside before he even considered stopping. Even then, he was disinclined to simply leave her there alone, knowing the evil forces could return to terrorize her.

"Will you be safe here tonight, my lady?"

He kept his back to her while she rustled with a nearby blanket and covered herself up at last. Only then did he turn to look. She was regarding him with a gentle smile, and a little twinkle in her eyes. Looking at her like that, it was a relief to see her so much calmer, but there was something more than that. Her gaze reflected interest, even infatuation - a typical thing between knights and their rescuers, no doubt. Yet for all his will and training, he couldn't help but wonder how nice it would feel to slip out of his armour and into Shirazi's embrace. The thought was brief but powerful.

"Surely that monster would have fled for its grim lair if it saw you there with me. Though ..." Shirazi took a moment to ponder, holding the blanket around her shoulders and over her bust like a shawl with one hand, tapping her lower lip with the other. "There has been something else. A feeling I cannot shake, no matter how hard I pray. It's as if it clings to this very forest. Do you feel it as well?

If she could detect evil on the same level as him, then either she was born to be a crusader one day, or the presence was truly potent. He could only nod in response. Shirazi bit her lip and tapped her foot on the floor of her cottage.

"Will you ... will you stay here with me tonight? I cannot offer you much in return, other than a warm meal and a sturdy bed ... "

Jozef was quick to respond with his first to his chest.

"Of course, madam. I was going to suggest the same, as long as I am not imposing. I sense I have been sent here for a reason."

"I sense that as well." Shirazi's smile had faded in favour of worry.

"Truly? Have you ever considered joining the crusades yourself?"

"I do not think they accept the likes of me," she said with a small chuckle.

"That may be often true, but there have been exceptions - "

Somehow, she cut him off simply by raising a hand. It wasn't a sudden or aggressive gesture, but he found his attention on her when she softly shushed him. When she spoke, her voice wasn't nearly as delicate as before. She spoke more deeply, perhaps more confidently.

"Oh, sir knight. Do you ever think of anything but knighting?" She didn't get an answer from the stunned wolf, so she went on. "Put aside your duty for me, for but a single evening. After all, I have not yet had the chance to give you a proper reward for your service. ... "

When he found his voice, he ended up tripping over his tongue in a way that could hardly be called knightly.

"N-now, madam. I was only doing my duty as a member of -"

"Duty!" Her exclamation was sudden, and startling, but even more so was the laughter that followed it. To be expected of a hyena, to be certain, but it still had a way of being jarring to his unprepared ears. She settled down after that, speaking thoughtfully. "The world could do with a little less of that, I think. Sir knight, please. Look at me, if only for a moment."

He did as she asked, and suppressed a gasp when she dropped the only thing covering her and her torn blouse. The blanket fell to the floor, fully exposing her naked bust to him. She was ever so ample. Not just at the chest, but all around. Her silver fur glinted just right in the reddening light of the setting sun streaming through the window. It caught her eye to add an extra twinkle to it. He only noticed then just how broad her hips were, how bountiful her thighs. The fluff of her slowly swishing tail looked as soft as silk in that light. She spoke with a whimper of desperation.

"I have been so lonely out here by myself. You cannot truly understand what it is like. I beg you. It has been so long since I have been touched. Will you put aside your discipline, just this once, for my sake? Surely it can be seen as a sacred duty to tend to a woman in such dire need ..."

When that failed to immediately move him, she instead moved towards him, holding her breasts in both hands. They hardly needed the support. All of her was perky, shapely, and ever so inviting. He was biting his lip. When she lowered her tone so deeply she was nearly growling at him, he found his focus wavering. Especially when he realized what she said.

"If you like, I could run my paws up and down thy mighty spire ... knights like you enjoy that, don't they?"

How could she know? He had yet to get a good glimpse of her paws, but he couldn't help but look when she rocked back on her heels to lift and wiggle her toes for him. She stood on soft, thick black pads that would have surely felt incredible on him. Then there was the scent she carried when she drew closer. He hadn't noticed it before, but there was something special to her essence, like a silvery, seductive perfume that seemed to come naturally to her. If she was already so pleasant to sniff from afar, he could only imagine what it'd be like to push his nose deeply into her soft body and breathe pure hyena for as long as he could sustain on only her.

"You like that thought, Sir Jozef? You need not speak your answer. Only touch."

Lowering her hands from her bust, she leaned in, awaiting his response. To be with a woman like her, so elegant, so delicate, so needy, after spending his time under the command of his ruthless, demanding mentor sounded to him like falling backwards into cool water on a hot day. He removed his gauntlets one by one so that he could feel her with his bare fingers. The moan she gave him when he so much as caressed her encouraged him to grip her tightly, and then to squeeze just to hear it again. The sounds spilling from her mouth sounded as if she'd already achieved her ecstasy simply being handled by him.

His armour did not well accommodate his arousal. To remove it from his body would have meant taking his hands off of her, and he had no intention of doing that just yet. Instead, he allowed her to wrap her arms around him and pull herself closer to his ironclad form. When he felt her fiddling with the straps and loosening his breastplate with unexpected expertise, he accepted everything she was doing. There was a clank of the pieces hitting the floor one by one as she worked, casting aside the torn remnants of her shirt in a shrug before she continued on with him.

She didn't stop at leaving his muscular top half exposed. Shirazi needed to see all of him. She moved with a certain ravenousness to unbuckle him from his greaves, letting all fall to reveal nothing more than a loincloth that barely concealed him. The floor of her cottage was littered with the armour of a crusader. She had him in her clutches even as he clutched her so greedily. When she went right for her prize, reaching beneath his cloth to take him by the cock, his breath went short in his throat. She moaned his name to him while she ran her fingers along his desperately stiff length.

"Jozef ... Joooozef ..." Falling to a breathy whisper, she moved closer, her warm breath on his face. "Kiss me."

He did. Their muzzles met with a satisfying smek of lips, but the sounds soon turned sloppy from there. It took moments before her tongue was inside his. They shared in the drooly embrace of canine and hyena, licking back and forth, exchanging flavours, pressing all the closer. Jozef finally strayed from her bosom to stroke his hands down along her sides, tracing the path of her curves. Her response was to slowly stroke up along his right leg with one of those so-very-tempting paws he'd coveted from a mere glance.

It was still a wonder to him how she knew he had such interest in that. Did his kinks read plainly upon his face, or was he simply lucky to have met a woman who shared an interest of his? None of that mattered much when she took him by the shoulders for support and planted her flat sole directly against his shaft. Rubbing back and forth let her slide her textured pawpads up and down his stiff cock, rubbing him, kneading him, milking an ample amount of mess to smear all over her and squish between her toes. The extra lubrication simply ensured every stroke was that much sleeker, that much more pleasurable, until he was stifling a rumbling, slightly snorted wolf-moan.

Eventually he had to stop her, just so he wouldn't spill his seed all over her before they had the chance to truly enjoy one another. Clutching her a little tighter, he pushed back, making sure she didn't lose her balance in the process. While he had her by the hips, he tugged briefly at her breeches, but he didn't get them off before she insistently pushed his chest against him to guide him across the room. He ended up backpedalling to the edge of her small but adequate bed. There was room for the two of them, as long as they were pressed closely together, making out as the darkness spilled all throughout the room.

Jozef didn't remember when she'd lit it, but the lantern was illuminated nonetheless by the time night had fully fallen. He was wrapped up in her body, in her taste, in her scent. They broke from the kiss so he could push his face down against her neck, sniffing at her fur. He couldn't describe her scent. It was everything that pleased his nose - rich, exotic, yet ever pleasant no matter how saturated his senses became with her. Licking and grooming her fur eventually guided him down to her bust, where he could apply his tongue and lips in equal measure for the pleasure of hearing her moan and giggle alike, just for him.

"Ohh, my knight. You have no idea how long I have dreamed of meeting someone just like you."

He liked when she called him that. It put a blush in his cheeks more intense than the one already there. Kissing down her bare belly, he eventually came to the hem of her bottoms, and the rough drawstring that kept them together. She might have been dressed like a peasant but her taste was that of a queen. He was eager to get more. Some knights might have paused when they tugged down her breeches to find her stiff and ready for his attention, but he didn't so much as hesitate. He kissed her shaft and worked down to take a sniff of two plump, impressively heavy balls. A slight musk mixed so very well with her overall scent, setting him to drooling over while he slathered her in his wettest attention.

"Jozef, Sir Jozef ... " she repeated like a mantra, stroking his head, encouraging him to keep going. "Will you do the honour of bedding me? To feel how it is to be beneath a strong knight like you would be everything I could ever hope for ..."

"You deserve to see all your dreams realized and more." He rose up from her shaft to kiss her once more, briefly. Rubbing and squeezing her cheeks allowed him to look right into her pretty purple eyes. "The honour shall be entirely mine."

Jozef thought perhaps he might take a position with her that allowed him to look into her eyes, to see the ecstasy spilling over her strikingly striped features, but Shirazi had ideas all her own. She slowly turned herself over in his embrace, pushing herself back against his chest. The soft touch of her mane of fur down the back of her neck tickled him slightly. He buried his face in it to sniff at her more deeply while he clutched at the hips of the fine maiden with an even finer rump. How such a simple peasant woman could be so very ample where it mattered, to shapely in exactly the way that drove Jozef into his deepest lusts was a question that needed no answer. He knew only the duty before him, and the pleasure he wished to give her.

Finding his mark was simple when he was guided by little more than instinct. He might not have been able to breed someone like her, but his mind was increasingly that of a rutting wolf atop a needy bitch. Pushing against the dark ring beneath her tail, so attractively nestled between her stripeclad cheeks left him suppressing a snarl of absolute delight. He didn't wish to startle her, but the sensation of her warm, perfectly tight hole flexing down on every single inch he sank inside of her was enough to turn the most chaste of men feral with the desire for more. He sank deeper and deeper into her, pushing his lips near one of her ears to gently, hotly moan for her.

"Ohhh, Shirazi ..."

"Yessssss," she seemed to almost hiss for a moment. "Keep saying my name. I love to hear it. Oh, Jozef! Take me as yours ... if only for this night ..."

He did just as she said, letting that unusual name roll off his tongue again and again. She hadn't given him a family name, but he did not ask why. All he needed was that one word to repeat. It remained faintly familiar every single time he spoke it. Chanting it grew to something like a mantra, alternatively whimpered and slightly growled by the time he bottomed out within her, fully buried in her perfect butt. He took the time to simply hold himself there, letting her squeeze on him. He could feel her trembling with the need for more, her whole body throbbing, her hips subtly moving to push back into him and encourage him to keep going. It would have been cruel to deny her the proper mating she'd been craving in her many nights alone.

Jozef wanted to be as close to her as possible. Her warmth, her touch, and her ever-present scent and taste alike delighted him. He sniffed her, he licked her, he even nibbled on her, but most of all he fucked her. It was astounding just how well she fit around him. She was snug but never uncomfortable to thrust into. What might have needed some easing into was already perfect. It helped that he was making an absolute mess already, spurting so much she might have thought he climaxed within moments of entering her. He reassured her by keeping the pace going, losing himself in the pleasure of indulging his inner needs - and giving a simple woman the night of her life.

His stiff cock fucked the cackles out of her. The more he worked her, the more he slapped up against those fine cheeks and watched each impact jiggle through her, the more she laughed. It certainly was no comment on the quality of his lovemaking. She was losing control, casting off her timid side to truly scream-laugh with pleasure like she so desperately needed. He buried himself deep inside her and kissed the back of her head. His pace quickened, grew even a little rough, but she never once complained. The way she kept arching her back or bucking her hips back into him, he knew she didn't want him to hold back.

If she was to let loose the wild noises of her species, then so was he. He growled at her, even snarled, gnashing his teeth just behind her while he plowed her fine rear until she was clenching down on him faster and faster. She shuddered her way back down from laughter into whimpering. For a moment he nearly slowed, thinking perhaps he was hurting her. Instead, there came that sudden clench of absolute bliss from her, along with a shriek from her throat that admittedly startled him. She came for him just as hard as he'd hoped.

He finished himself off inside her while she kneaded him all throughout a long-awaited climax. Grinding back against him, squeezing him, tensing her muscles all over, she finally made a great big mess of her own bed and self alike. He threw himself forth, pressed his head beside hers, and let his willpower finally break. The rush of heat and bliss alike saw him pumping her full of his seed, again and again, prolonging that trembling, throbbing finish right along with her own. The scent of sex was starting to overpower her enticing perfume by the time they were finally drained, finally satisfied enough to slump together in a steaming, dripping, panting finale. To say the aftermath glowed felt like an understatement. Jozef found himself thinking that was what heaven felt like.

That was where they remained for minutes at a time. He just wanted to hold her a little longer. A lick to her cheek seemed to rouse her from dozing off in his embrace. It might have been the perfect way to spend the rest of the night, but Shirazi had other ideas. She started squirming. Pushing back at him eventually made him realize just how much weight he had sprawled out across of her, so he eased up and rolled to the side. He had to gasp out when she pulled so suddenly from his shaft. The rush of stimulation was a little more than he was ready for after all that, but he was about to get even more.

"I can't ... I can't hold back. I need more of you. Everything you can give ..." the hyena whispered, her eyes shut tight. When she opened them again, they were different somehow.

Jozef didn't get long to actually consider how. She lunged at him before he was ready. A crusader like him should have been on his guard at all times, but the last thing he expected was a surprise attack from the once-timid peasant woman. He fell back and caught himself on his elbows, leaving himself exposed for her to wrap her lips around his shaft. It was far from a modest suck. She shoved the whole thing straight into her muzzle until it slipped into the back of her throat, and it didn't so much as make her flinch. Wrestling about until he could reach down to lay a palm on her forehead just to attempt to slow her down didn't have much success. She was determined to suck him to another cumshot, even if it made him curl his upper lip with overstimulation on the first few bobs.

After she got going, treating him to the succulent wetness of that warm, humid mouth all wrapped around his entire cock at once, he soon settled in to the change of direction. Watching her work was a sight in itself. She hungrily slurped up and down his spire, draining him of every single drop he was still capable of producing. For the moment, she was going to have to be satisfied with his watery precum. It was going to take some time to recharge after he'd already made a creamy mess of her stripey butt. Still, the perfect smooch to his crotch and balls alike when she dipped down, followed by that slippery, sliding slurk as she withdrew to squeeze him between her tongue and the roof of her mouth kept him hard where other men would have faltered.

Being with her simply seemed to imbue him with the stamina befitting of a crusader. He was hard as iron for her no matter how recently he'd gone off, just watching her utterly gorge herself on the taste of his shaft. She slobbered enough to leave little rivers of her drool running down his naked thighs, bobbing with a muffled moan and a solid schlurk of a sound every time she dove down his dick again. It occurred to him that she might need to stop for breath, but she never did. She sucked him without pause, without fatigue, only seeming to speed up more and more the longer she worked on him. Her pace was so aggressive he was starting to worry she might apply her teeth accidentally in the midst of her lusty fury, but it was nothing but sweet, slick sucks all the way to another finish.

Jozef had to fight the urge to howl. Instead, he started to speak her name, but fell instead to groaning as he fell back on the bed, staring straight at the thatched roof of her cottage. Huffing all throughout his release, he felt her squeezing around the knotted base of his shaft to help milk out even more. Some of it went straight down her throat, guzzled in heavy gulps that seemed to resonate up through his whole body. After that, she grasped him tight, running one then both of her hands up and down his meat to keep him going. He could only look on in awe to see his own productivity raining down upon her innocent face, pouring down her chin, splashing all over her beautiful, bountiful bust. She wouldn't let him stop cumming.

Eventually she didn't even have to stroke him anymore. She raised her hands up as if in rapture while she got plastered with his cum. It soaked and slathered her, streaked through her hair, matted her fur, drenched her to the very skin, and he only stopped spurting when she laid a single finger upon his shaft. It was as if she commanded his very body. He stared at her for a time. Even with her features painted in his cum, her broad grin was still clear. He'd never truly had such a good look at how much bigger a hyena's teeth were than a wolf's.

That wasn't the only thing that was bigger. In walking with her, he had thought her relatively tall, around his height if perhaps slightly shorter, but he had greatly underestimated her. Kneeling there, she looked like a tower of a woman. He swore he would have noticed that earlier, but surely she hadn't grown. Then of course there was the fully firmed shaft she sported, pitch black in tone, lewdly pulsing without so much as a touch. It dripped all the way down to the bed, forming a small puddle on the simple sheets to mingle with all the wolf cum that pattered down when it didn't fully cling to her fur. She ran her tongue over her whole muzzle, sticking it out farther than his own could ever have reached and bent her neck from one side to the other with a loud crack of joints.

"Oh, Jozef. That look in your eyes. Don't tell me you're tired already. You wouldn't disappoint a fair lady, would you?"

The way she emphasized that was as if there was something ironic about it all. He regarded her with a furrowed brow.

"My lady, I must ask. Are you truly who you say you are? The way you are behaving, it is ... not what I expected from someone of your walk of life."

Shirazi shrugged her shoulders. "I'll tell you what you need to know. I am ever so sweaty after all our fun together, and in need of a seat. What if I were to put my ass down on your face and jerk your fat cock with my big, plush paws while I'm there?"

Some of her speech was nearly incomprehensible to him at that point. The language was vulgar and stilted in a way it hadn't been before. Perhaps to be expected of someone so isolated, likely without a proper education - but this was different. There was something dripping from her every word as surely as he dripped for her when she so much as mentioned the prospect of putting her paws on him. She broke into one of those shuddery snickers, except this time it seemed to almost echo around the single room of her humble cottage.

"I saw that look. Did I activate something inside you when I mentioned my paws?" She slumped back, sitting down just so she could raise her legs up towards him.

He got a better look than ever at the truly juicy pads beneath each of her soft feet, the smooth black surfaces, the thickness of her claws toes. Then there was the visible perspiration rolling down them, giving those pads an extra glossy appearance. Jozef found himself gritting his teeth and trying not to outright growl with desire at the sight. Shirazi simply laughed and lowered her legs back down.

"Very well. You may have what you want so much, but only because you're such a good crusader, such a good boy indeed."

He wasn't sure how he felt about being called a boy by her. He suddenly wasn't sure about a lot of things regarding their encounter, but there was one thing of which he was absolutely certain. There was very little in the entire world he wanted more than to feel those hyena paws stroking his shaft. It didn't matter how much seed he'd already spilled more for her. He had more, for a pawjob from such a luscious beast, even if his growing sense of danger was starting to clue in on what was going on.

All was made right in his world when she crawled over his prone body and eclipsed him in her curves. A quick spin of the hips was all it took to leave her nestling directly down atop his face. He was buried in striped rump, muzzle wedged neatly between her cheeks, lips pressed directly against the still-sloppy hole he'd fucked and filled. The mess he left came accompanied by a thick layer of salty sweat so potent it left him briefly overwhelmed by the sensation of drowning while she wiggled into place.

"That's it. Just nestle right in. Oh, the men I have turned to depravity through nothing more than a good huff of my musk! Shall we see how much your nose and mind alike can endure?"

She spoke as if he might not enjoy everything about the experience. He was right at home beneath her. Reaching up to clutch her by the hips, he found himself pulling her down even harder on his face simply so he could huff and lick her all the more deeply. In an instant, he was hooked on her scent. There was nothing natural about her musk. The only explanation was that she had cast some sort of spell upon herself to make her irresistible. Was she a cunning forest witch in the guise of an innocent maiden? He might have been concerned if he wasn't utterly caught up in the utter ecstasy of rapidly sniffing beneath her tail, kissing her plump rim, then sticking his tongue right inside of her. She didn't even need to tell him to do so.

Making out with her ass might have seemed degrading for a crusader like him, but it brought him such pleasure to crudely worship her like that he almost forgot all about the promise she'd given him. She didn't break it. Leaning back to put even more weight on his face, taking his muzzle an inch or so inside of her, she stretched her legs out then bent her knees so she could paw his cock from both sides at once. He whimpered inside of her when he felt those pads squishing down all around his stiff shaft. In an instant, he made a precummy mess of those fine feet, utterly spraying that watery seed nearly as thickly as if he was already at his climax.

"There. You get what you deserve. So much better than hooves, aren't they?"

In another state of mind, he might have even picked up on the damning implications of such a question. Instead, his response was to eat her ass all the more thoroughly. He took to firmly, deeply tonguefucking her when he wasn't simply wrapping his lips around as much of that hole as he could at once, sucking, kissing, utterly slobbering all over her luscious rear. The sweaty, steamy hyena musk blazing into his senses was an ambrosia, an addicting cocktail of lustful raunch that invaded his every thought. The willpower of a crusader faltered beneath her seductive body, milked out by two warm paws pressing firmly on his cock.

She barely had to stroke him to make him cum. He cursed himself to be ending the most enjoyable pleasure of his life so quickly at the same time as he simply fell into a state of awestruck bliss when she massaged out such a potent orgasm with the pads of her paws and toes alike. He came hard enough to lay ropes of his seed on her belly. She cackled all the while, twisting her lips back and forth, grinding on his face. Her paws remained right where they were until he was dry-firing for her, trying so hard to keep cumming, unable to come down from that climax so long as she was rubbing him with her gloriously sweat-slick feet.

Only when she settled back and lowered her knees to either side of his head did he finally stop twitching. He didn't soften. Being engulfed in her ass, drinking the sweat right from her shiny black hole was too arousing for him to calm down. Heart pounding, head swimming, chest aching, it took some time for him to finally realize he was outright suffocating. She was being just a little too greedy, a little too selfish with her heavy body. It wasn't until he gave a little push to her hips that he found himself concerned. For all the might in his well-trained body, he couldn't budge her.

Her snickers were rapid and unhinged all through the process of slowly suffocating him with those deep, dominant grinds. She rubbed that sweat-soaked hole against his muzzle again and again when he stopped licking and struggled with her. His legs kicked out when he grew more desperate, when the burn in his chest was bad enough to send him into panic. Yet not even clawing at her thighs could dissuade her from remaining right where she was. She pushed him well past the point of comfort, and then the point of kinky, and into sheer danger. If she didn't let up, he was going to die an ignoble death beneath a sweaty hyena's perfect ass.

Shirazi only grew more excited the less he struggled. Her strength was such that she could freely stroke her own cock over his dying body while she sat down so firmly on his muzzle he couldn't get a single gasp of air. He was utterly stuck, pinned in a constant smooch with her ring, slightly inserted to take in even more of her ever-rich musk. Her scent remained refined and pleasing to his senses right to the point he couldn't sense much of anything anymore. There was numbness through his body in his dying spasms, followed by the briefest burst of pure ecstasy unlike any other. Perhaps it was a glimpse of the heavens to come, or perhaps he was merely absorbing some of the excitement from the hyena cumming all over his twitching body.

She cackled her wickedest of sounds in the final moments. When he was utterly still beneath her, she sprayed him down with a load of spunk so thick it left his body all but vanishing beneath the torrent. He was painted white by the time he stopped moving entirely. All life was gone from the crusader's form, but she remained upon him just a little longer, bouncing up and down, milking her cock, laughing madly to herself over the fool she had so easily seduced and snuffed out. Such a fate would have been a most ignoble end to Jozef's story, but it wasn't to be the true finale.

When he opened his eyes once more, she was staring him right in the face. Her breath was warmer than before; sweeter too. He knew he'd seen a change in her eyes when she grew more rambunctious. All his suspicions were confirmed when he found himself gazing back into the wicked reds shining before him. The room was hot. It swirled with a haze, bathed in orange light that reflected upon her shiny silver fur. When she confirmed he was awake, she scream-laughed in delight.

"Crusader! How nice of you to join me! You owe me such gratitude, I'll have you know. I had your oh-so-holy soul wrapped right around my finger, but I chose to bring you back to this world rather than devour you forever."

Righteous fury might have been the proper response to seeing her in her true form - or a truer form at the least - but he lacked the energy for it. Jozef was disoriented and greatly fatigued. It felt like his body had been through a training session even more rigorous than anything Iniko could have done to him. Shirazi giggled at his lack of response and walked two fingers up his chest.

"Nothing to say? No grand condemnations of the demon before you? Go on, invoke your god at me and listen to the echo of his silence."

Jozef didn't need to do that. He was a crusader. She was his enemy. Jolting forth in an attempt to surprise her, he found himself violently halted by the stiff shackles around his wrists. He was chained to the same bed she'd smothered him to death upon, stretching out as if on a rack so he was completely exposed to her. Shirazi waved a finger at him.

"Naughty pup. "I thought you might be a little resistant at first. The usual holy man routine. You'll never give in, do my worst, and all that. Well, I think I know what you need."

With that, she abruptly stood up, completely straight. The ceiling was a swirl of darkness, perhaps a neverending one. Surrounded by it like that, she looked even more massive. A titan before him, able to crush him in a single stomp, or so she appeared. Even if it wasn't true, just an illusion of perspective, or a demonic trick, he couldn't help but continue to consider that once the thought appeared in his mind.

"That's right. Think it. Think about these soft, smooth paws allll over your body," she hissed through her teeth, not even moving her mouth to speak. Her words felt as if they were coming from within him. "I know your secrets. Your creator spoke them to me. He ordered them. How does it feel to be my puppet for his pleasure, tossed to the demoness like a piece of meat to a beast?"

For a moment, Jozef's eyes were wide with a fearful sense of understanding her before he just shrugged it off as nonsense. Just the insane, blasphemous babble of a hellspawn. He finally managed an angry snarl at her for her words, demanding she at least explain herself.

"Then who are you, really? Are you possessing that poor woman?"

"Possessing!" Her excited laughter made her wiggle her hips from side to side, swinging her shaft along with her. "I almost never get to do that. Perhaps someday the order shall come in. But oh, you flatter me! Was my impression of a god-fearing peasant truly that good?"

She flicked her tongue out at him like a serpent, lifting a foot and slowly pressing it down right atop his sheath and balls. No matter the circumstances, he couldn't help a slight twitch of arousal in response. Her soles felt as good as ever rubbing against his skin, and her seductive tone didn't help.

"Good enough to milk you dry, at least. Haven't been fucked by a mortal like that in - well, a week, I'd say."

To think he'd found himself feeling protective of her, maybe even a little enamoured. But that was all an illusion. There was no one to save but himself. That dark presence had been staring him in the face the whole time. When she wasn't sitting on it. He glared back, but his strength was insufficient to move the demonic chains binding him. They glowed a bright red as if superheated, but thankfully didn't give off any actual heat. Perhaps just a stylistic touch on her part. She kept the rubbing going with the heel of one paw, and placed the other atop his chest.

Somehow, she managed to keep from putting all of her weight down on him at once. Despite her size, she avoided crushing him even when she began to walk all over him. It felt as if every single inch of him had been kissed by her paws before long. She casually strolled up and down, making sure to really grind those pads in against any place she thought he might be sensitive. He tried to nip at her when she stepped on his face, but she didn't make any sign of noticing. Again and again she squished down on him, burying his nose right in the spot where two segments of her cushioned soles met. He found himself sniffing down her sweat if he dared breathe. It didn't take long to get him inundated with her musk all over again.

With that forbidden scent there came his visible lust, no matter how hard he fought to resist her. She caught his unsheathing cock between two of her toes and stroked him. That was the end of his resistance. He couldn't stifle his moans, couldn't stay soft. She stood atop his belly, casually jerking him off with her toes until he was completely stiff for her. It wasn't just that his shaft was hard. He was absolutely throbbing for her, spurting hard, soaking his muscled middle in the watery tribute she took from him.

"Do you like those big squishy demon paws walking all over you? I'll make you smell like foot sweat and you'll love it, crusader."

She strolled up until she could plant both paws at once on his face. There she put down more weight, then even more. Standing like that, she managed to completely eclipse his whole muzzle, smothering him right between them both to ensure he was immersed in as much of her scent as possible. He soaked in pure demon hyena, unable to keep from holding his breath. Every time he gasped, he got more of her, took more pleasure in swimming in her essence. It invaded him, corrupted him, took over his mind until his actions could hardly be called his own. Why else would a holy warrior be so willingly sniffing a demon's paws?

Once started, he couldn't stop. Jozef was obsessed with her musk and the feeling it gave him when he swallowed more of it. He wanted to live off of her, to thrive on her. His tongue got to work without so much as a spoken command on her behalf. She simply snickered and squatted down so she could sit on his chest and shove her paws against his captive face all the more firmly without outright crushing him. He was smothered deep enough he barely got a single gasp of actual air. There was only hyena, and it sustained him, for a while.

Eventually he felt that same sensation as before, if muted by the pleasure he took in huffing her paws directly into his brain. His chest, his throat, his head. All ached with the urge to escape her smother and breathe again, but she wasn't going to let him. She was pumping her cock to the sensation of smothering the crusader to death beneath her thick soles, just like a demon would. Pressing down harder, deeper, ensuring he couldn't squirm away even if he wanted to eventually brought her to cackle at him.

"This is what you are now. So depraved you'll let me kill you just to sniff a little longer. Will you trust me to put that soul back into your body when you expire? What if I'm to tear it out and add you to my stripes, a screaming voice to ignore like all the others?"

She didn't need an answer. It wasn't his decision. She remained where she was until he began to falter, until his tongue moved more slowly, until he couldn't take those deep samples of her scent any longer. His mind was addled and his body was failing, but that didn't prevent him from giving one last good shot of cum all over her back before he fully expired. An arcing jet of wolf spunk splashed her fur and left her snickering as she shoved her paws against his muzzle hard and harder, as if she might crush him. She never went that far. He was left to twitch beneath her weight once more, the life draining from him after minutes spent beneath her paws, worshipping her to the very last breath in his body.

Even when he stopped moving, she remained where she was a while longer, madly pleasuring herself. She bucked and jerked into her own grasp, drooling on her own breasts until she hit the perfect moment. Moving her paws aside just in time allowed her to cover the wolf's unresponsive face. The torrent flowed until she'd splattered the entirety of his features, filled his open mouth, painted him down entirely in that musky load milked out of her big fat demon balls. She bounced those nuts on his chest a few times, simply mocking his lifeless form, only to snap her fingers and command him to rise once more.

Returning to life a second time in such a short span felt as if every bone in his body had been removed, rearranged, and shoved back inside in a grim mockery of the mortal form. He gasped at first, then coughed and choked when he realized his mouth was full of hyena cum. He didn't even try to spit it out. The taste was just as pleasant as the rest of her, and once he'd coughed up enough to breathe again, he swallowed the rest. His eyes carried a glaze of stupid, obsessive adoration for the demoness cackling over him. He was drooling like a dog, unable to even remember how to object to her treatment, or how to fear her.

A quick gesture to each of the chains in turn loudly snapped them, leaving him to slip free of his loosened shackles with ease. He didn't seize the opportunity she'd given him. Jozef breathed deeply as she slithered behind him, stroking his chest, letting him rest his head against her bust. A nibble of his ear worked down to his cheek, and eventually to his neck. She tugged him closer and let him feel the silent shudder of her laughter rolling through her body. Then she went for his throat.

Her teeth were imposing enough simply for her species, and their demonic sharpness ensured they were even more dangerous. Yet even so, she never so much as pricked his skin when she latched onto his neck from the side. Chomping him like he was her prey left him choking plenty. It felt as if she might very well crush his windpipe and snuff him out again in short succession, but she left it as simply a bit of breath denial. He squirmed in her grasp, but he was horny for her. The best he could do was vaguely push back at her in a meek attempt to resist her.

She let him go eventually, leaving a good bite mark on his skin beneath his fur. He wanted to reach up and rub it, but he could only slump down her body. Eventually he found himself with her still-erect cock pressed against the back of his head, grinding into his fur and neck fluff. She slowly encircled him with her stripey thighs until each of them softly squished against his cheek, locking them around his neck in a collar of warm, sweaty fur and skin. Then she squeezed.

Clutching at her didn't do him any good. He could only loudly rasp his discomfort while she choked him out. There was power enough in those legs to crush his skull. He felt the pressure building and building but the crack never came. She applied just enough force to keep him on the brink of death, choking him to within an inch of unconsciousness, and the best he had to fight her was a faint kick of his legs. If she wanted to, she could have killed him easily, but she let him go right at the very last moment.

His vision was still black even when she released him from the deathtrap of her skull-crushing thighs. He gasped roughly, only to find himself huffing her scent again with his nose buried beneath her lifted tail. She moved quickly enough in the darkness of his sight to sit on him without warning. This time, it was just for a few good grinds, slipping and sliding her sweaty hole over the entirety of his muzzle while she snarled her command to him.

"Get me good and wet. I want that righteous dick inside me again."

Jozef had no choice. Whether it was out of fear, compulsion, or he truly wanted to serve her wasn't clear anymore. It was all the same instinct to him that made him lick her so subserviently. So too was him firming up for her. He was stiff in seconds just from her taste, and she didn't relent for a moment. Grasping him, stroking him, roughly jerking at him to keep him ready for her just had her rubbing against his face all the harder. When she was finally up and swirled around to face him, the changes that had come over her features startled him even in his addled state.

A smile too wide, with too many teeth beamed at him. Her eyes were voids of pure crimson, beckoning him inside. Spikes rose up from her skull. Her features twisted more and more the closer she got to him, until he found himself screaming in terror into a kiss that accompanied her sitting on his cock. In that moment he fully grasped how much danger he was in. She made sure his mind was clear when she locked her fangy maw around his muzzle and shoved her tongue down his throat. It wriggled and wrapped around something within him, then began to horrendously uproot it.

"Precious juicy holy soul ... mine forever and ever and ever ..."

Her mantra repeated in his head even when she wasn't speaking. She pulled that energy out of him little by little, bouncing on his cock, forcing him to take pleasure even in his own horrifying end. The demon could easily mix ecstasy with terror while she nibbled on his eternal soul. Her mocking voice cackled within his skull with each wet suck that brought him closer to oblivion.

"This is how you die. Erased from this world and the next. Remembered by none. You never were. You never will be. No one will save you. Not your god. Not even -"

BOOM

A crash like thunder shook what had once been a humble home. Shirazi wrenched back from the near-fatal kiss just before she finished him for good. Her maw still glowed a ghostly blue-green, shining between her fangs when she raised her head to regard the intruder who had just burst through the wall. Jozef never thought he'd be so relieved to hear that familiar voice.

"He is mine, " Iniko said.

Shirazi's response was to cackle madly as usual, shuddering atop the crusader's cock. Jozef winced and struggled against the pleasure of feeling that taut hole flexing on him, but he couldn't help but lose himself in the sensation. Cumming inside a demoness right in front of his mentor felt like something that might have consequences later, but he couldn't worry about that right then. Not when he'd almost lost it all. Shirazi slowly slipped back into a somewhat ordinary form once more, at least one still visibly a hyena rather than a living nightmare.

"Iniko! Oh, friend, you should have told me you were coming. I was just about to finish things with dear Jozef. See the tribute he pays to me, even with you here?"

"Spit that out. Spit it out. Don't you dare swallow even the slightest shred. I will know."

The sheep pointed towards the demon's faintly glowing maw, speaking as if to a misbehaving pet. Shirazi shrugged. She spat in Jozef's face, and he felt the strange but relieving sensation of his soul returning to where it should have been.

"So rude, interrupting my dinner like that." This time, the hyena's smile was more amused than depraved. "He is yours you say? My, has the all-hating bitch of an angel found someone she cares about?"

Shirazi didn't climb off of Jozef the whole time. He was forced to grimace and shake his head, trying not to show how good it felt to still be inside of her. Iniko didn't answer. Instead, she strode forth on those thundering hooves to grab the demoness by the neck. In all her power, the hyena didn't seem able to do anything about getting herself plucked right off Jozef's wet cock, dripping his cum all the way. Iniko tossed the demoness aside and stood glaring a pure white gaze towards her. The hyena simply picked herself off and waved off such a challenge.

"Alright, alright! No need to get all biblically accurate on me." She giggled brightly. "Though you're kinda cute when you're madder than usual."

For all her mockery, Shirazi did seem to eventually wilt under that wrathful stare. She turned away, directing her attention instead to Jozef himself. He flinched away from her.

"Well, wolfy. It appears our time together is at an end, for now. But I won't forget you. You won't forget me, will you?"

She blew a kiss towards him that he felt land directly on his cock. Even from afar, he couldn't resist her. The touch made him twitch, then jerk his hips upwards, whimpering at the losing fight against another orgasm. Covering himself in cum that shot right up to his own face, right in front of Iniko left his cheeks utterly blazing. She simply snorted her annoyance and bellowed to Shirazi.

"Begone, demon. I will not warn you again."

"Aww. You see how much she cares for you? She's so very worried right now, just look at her. Such an angelic one, beneath it all. Do be sure to pay your saviour proper tribute, just like I showed you. Oh, and happy fall-iversary, sheepie."

With that, the demon was gone. Jozef had succumbed to seduction and corruption, but Iniko had saved him. He looked at her with obvious fear. His shaft was finally softening, but it was obvious just how much pleasure he'd taken from the demonic entity. He was naked and exposed, unable to hide anything from her. All he could do was steady his voice and offer her his most sincere of apologies.

"Iniko, I ... I am sorry. I have failed you. My will is weak. I could not resist even one demon .."

Where he expected wrath in response, he got only a soft sigh from the sheep. Her eyes shone that icy blue as she regarded him with an expression almost solemn.

"It is not your fault. She is more powerful than she seems. Than she even knows."

He looked at her for a time, unsure of what to even say. His heart gave a strange leap. In that moment, her massive build was a comfort, rather than something to fear. Part of him wanted to embrace her, but he didn't dare. Instead, he softly expressed his gratitude.

"Thank you for saving me. I do not think I had much longer."

That was enough to evoke the scowl he expected of her. "It was not for you. I was denying my enemy a meal."

He couldn't help but smile. As much as his current state didn't exactly lend to noble speeches, he rose up to his knees on the side of the sex-ravaged bed and pressed his fist to his bare chest. Their surroundings slowly returned to normal as he spoke, as if he was banishing Shirazi's lingering taint upon the world with his speech. The birds sang once more. The rising sun glinted through the windows. A gentle breeze carried the scent of morning dew. Though he could still smell her on himself, admittedly.

"The light still shines within you, angel. Your methods may be harsh, but I sense your heart. You remain pure even through all you have endured. For this, you have my admiration and my pledge of service, no matter the tribulations I may face following you. It would be my honour to learn from you and to become more like you. You are worthy of praise and worship just as those called most holy."

Iniko was an unmoving wall. He could not read her expression in the slightest. Stern, but contemplative perhaps. Her eyes were like a frozen lake. Their chill bore through him for a time. Even if she rejected him, he believed what he said. Then she simply shrugged and reached for him. Roughly taking him by the head left him soon muffled against her chest, utterly smothered in the comfort of her warm cleavage. He kissed her there and happily sighed just to be close to her, even if she was as rough with him as ever.

"I swear if this is her idea of a gift ..." Iniko muttered to herself. "Come. You may offer your tribute later. Let us get you cleaned up, first. I won't have you stinking of demon in my presence."

With that, she picked him up and cradled him in her arms with ease. Where he expected to vanish into her timeless realm once more and be brutally cleansed, he instead was treated to a peaceful night in the forest. A walk to the river was all he needed to be clean again. To be dipped and immersed beneath the gently flowing water by the dark angel herself was his second baptism, washing away the weakness and corruption in his soul. In time, he hoped to one day be as strong as her, but until then it would bring him such pleasure to serve and worship her alike.