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She knew him by the smell. Not in a bad way. Far from it. Even among a crowd of mortals, Xyria knew the enticing scent of her old master within a single breath. What had begun as a night of hunting among the dark corners of the city nightlife had turned to something else entirely when she registered Oz's presence. That old bastard of a goat had no business interfering with her fun. She'd broken free of him long ago, and she had no intention of going back. Especially after he had fallen so far.

It didn't take long to scan the crowd for the anomaly that was him. Standing unusually tall, looking exceptionally fit in a form-fitting outfit, and sporting a striking salt-and-pepper scruff of hair atop his handsome features, the bad goat dad was barely trying to hide it. He was all gold earrings and chains over his fur-tufted chest to go with the silver shackles around his wrists, which maybe passed as an eccentric accessory when they weren't visibly attached to any chains that mortals could see. Xyria could though. The man who had once been powerful enough to bring her into demonhood and reign over a great deal of hell had become little more than a common demon, capable of trickery and seduction but certainly not any world-shaping influence.

Even so, there were plenty of club-goers slowly gravitating towards his natural charming, if unsavoury aura as if magnetized. He had his hand on the ass of some fox girl, and he was blatantly ogling the tits of a mare with that big, lecherous grin of his, all his fangs on display. Xyria wasn't going to get any good hunting done with him around - or at least, she was going to be stuck with his second choices. It was time to interfere with his plans. It wouldn't be the first time she'd defied him.

"Oh, ladies, really? You can do better than this sleaze. Do you know how old he is?" she said as she stepped into view.

There were eyes upon her, but they rather quickly returned to admiring the goat, who offered her a suitably proud expression. He winked at her.

"Xyria. Your ass got fatter. Eating well, I guess." He sat back in his seat, letting that open-collared shirt really hug his muscled chest. "You come here to stare with the rest of them? Plenty of me to go around. Maybe I'll take you home with me too."

The dragoness scoffed loudly, maybe too loudly. "I'd like to see you try. I know what they did to you, goat. You're practically neutered."

"Didn't make me any worse at fucking. Still know how you like it, by the way. Rough." He stuck his tongue out at her, showing off just how long it was, in case it wasn't already obvious to those around him that he was a demon. They didn't seem to care. "But hey, you're right about one thing. Can't just snap my fingers and drag them off anymore, thanks to these things."

He lifted his hands and shook the shackles that bound him and his demonic power to a much less catastrophic level. A gesture at the gathering he'd managed to accumulate, and he shrugged.

"Guess I'm finding a way to make it work anyway. All they gotta do is say sure, I'll come back to your private realm with you. Then you never see 'em again." He picked up his voice and gave a boisterous shout to his flock of victims-to-be. "Right, ladies?"

The response wasn't quite so enthusiastic as perhaps he hoped, but there was plenty of slurring, drunken agreement at least. Xyria had a look over the various groupies who had gathered to be touched and leered at by the horny old goat. Their expressions were blank or dull and seemingly amused about nothing in particular. That made her furrow at him.

"They look bewitched. And here I thought you couldn't do that, anymore. Besides, that's cheating."

"Nah. No magic here. Just a generous stud like me buying as many rounds as they need to say yes."

He stuck his face up at her as if to give her a better look at his grin, just to show her how proud of her he was for finding his little loophole. Xyria sighed, then just waved her hands at the overly drunk mortals to shoo them away. When that didn't work, she gave them a growl, eyes flashing violet with just a hint of demonic energy.

"Go on, get out of here! You deserve better than this."

There were a few screams and plenty of heads turning towards her from the rest of the crowd, but she accomplished her goal. That goat wasn't stealing any souls that night, even if the attention she'd caught meant she probably wasn't either. It was best when it was subtle, when they had no idea who or what they were dealing with. Despite her inconveniencing him, Oz never lost his nasty grin. He looked up at Xyria without rising from his seat.

"Aw, is someone getting jealous?" Shifting forward, resting his big hands on the table with a clank of his shackles, he stared deeply into her eyes, never seeming to blink. "I know how much you love sticking your tongue under my foreskin. Could use my good little kobold cleaner licking me all over. Always knew you'd be back someday. Didn't even have to go find you."

Xyria's lip curled in disgust, but she found herself failing to voice her protests about how she hadn't been looking for him, she just happened to stumble upon him. It was that word. Kobold. He threw it out so casually, but it was as potent as a stake in the heart. She found herself balling her hands into fists, as if to hit him for daring to use it on her. Her claws were digging into her scales, and her teeth similarly so into her lip. Oz just raised his hands, shaking them at her with a little rattle of invisible chains.

"Well, if you're going to ruin my fun, why don't you come back with me instead so I can show you how little these things hold me back. I can bite your neck again. Just the way you used to love."

By then the dragoness' expression was a full snarl, but she didn't make any noise. She simply glowered at him for a while so he knew just how much she hated him. Yet there was a little part of her that kept murmuring within her, a little part that made her eyes a little brighter to know he remembered her, right down to the little details. The bastard had gone through so many thralls in his long, long life, but he always told her she was special. She assumed he said that to them all, until their meeting cast a little doubt on that.

Folding her arms, she finally just snorted at him, pushing down the wide-eyed mortal she'd once been, the one who still lived inside her to some extent, and who had once been so pleased a real, live demon had taken interest in her.

"That's a big claim. After all they've taken from you, still no humility huh?"

"Got nothing to be humble about. Just say the word, girl, and I'll take you somewhere I can fuck the shit out of you like old times. Get you a taste of what I know you missed."

"Fine. Fine! Prove it. Prove you're not just some relic pretending he's still got it. Bet I end up breaking you this time. Might get myself a new pet tonight instead of a meal."

Nodding slowly, he slowly stood up to his full height, considerably towering over her. Some eyes turned their way, but it wasn't going to matter for long. A snap of his fingers, and they were gone. It was never any less disorienting, no matter how long Xyria had been a demon. This time was particularly bad. She felt as if they spent a concerning amount of time in the place between before they emerged in Oz's dungeon at last. A real classy place to take a lady, that.

She was about to say as much, but lifting her head made her realize how tightly she was bound. It wasn't just that they'd been travelling for all that time. He'd been busy. She was all stretched out on a metal X, chained in place and unable to wriggle free. Demonic strength did nothing against those bindings. They were more than mundane, for certain. He had her by the wrists, and the ankles, fully exposing her to whatever lecherous whim he might have had. Much more concerning than that though was the lack of bindings on his own wrists. In the great goat's realm, he could truly be his worst self, unshackled and unbound by any sort of higher power.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she said, spitting it out towards the horny demon blatantly stroking his fat dick in front of her. "I didn't agree to this."

He didn't break eye contact. "I told you. I remember what you like. And I remember what I like about you. Right down to the sounds you make when I'm really goin' at ya."

With one hand just pulling on his cock, rolling the skin up and down over the thick head, he made his approach. She had his scent in her senses and it wasn't going away. God, he smelled good. There was something so masculine, yet so refined, so smooth about him that just being in the same room as him was enough to make her mouth a little wetter, her body a little warmer, and her cock a little fuller. For now, she tried to suppress it. She wasn't giving him the satisfaction of showing him how much she liked what he was doing already. He was going to have to earn that.

"C'mere. Get right back into what you loved."

A growl of warning escaped her automatically when he grabbed her by the horns, but that was all she gave. She didn't try to fight him when he pulled her in. The goat had some big damn pecs, and her snout had always fit nicely between them. That hadn't changed. She found herself smothered in his burly muscle, nose buried in a tuft of surprisingly silky goat fur there. At first she stifled the urge to sniff. Then she took as deep a breath as she could, justifying it as proving he didn't hold the same sway over her anymore. How would she ever know she was strong enough to resist him if she refused to let him try to break her?

Swallowing that familiar scent, that potently persuasive masculine musk that brought her back to that fateful night on the dance floor, some decades ago, when a merely mortal dragoness had looked up with shiny-eyed wonder to know a demon had picked her out from the crowd of hundreds, Xyria eventually just sighed. It was as good as she remembered. Mouth-watering. Mind-melting. Will-changing. Maybe he was already putting her under some supernatural charm, or maybe she really was just that attracted to him. It was enough to make her sneer her disdain, for him and her own willpower alike.

"Yeaaaah, you like that, I know you do. Don't worry, bluey. I'll have you stinking of goat dick before long. First though, lemme get a look at ya."

Lashing his tongue out and just letting it hang there over his chin, all long and flexible, he stepped back to let her breath again. For just a moment she found herself following him, leaning her head forward as if to get one more sniff in. Maybe he noticed that, maybe not. She certainly did. Once again she was cursing herself internally, but on the outside, she did her best to compose herself and offer the deepest of death-glares a demoness could muster. He had no idea how far she had come since breaking free of his influence. If it came to it, she was going to show him.

Her stern expression remained right up until he stepped to the side and gave her a solid WHAP on her scaled ass. The force he put behind that was enough to send a wobble through her entire body. He chuckled at the sight and followed it up with a few deep, harsh gropes, squeezing right down to the bone, or so it felt. He left her butt tingling from all the attention and her cock that much closer to filling out fully. A stroke of his claws over the topside of her tail made it twitch. Then he grabbed it, roughly lifted it simply so he could provide the same kind of attention to the lighter-scaled underside as well.

That was when she shuddered for him. There was no suppressing that reaction. She growled too for good measure, but she didn't stop him from pleasantly scratching all the way up to the base of her tail. Those claws were sharp for a goat. They had a way of grooming her scales just right, leaving her feeling all smooth and shiny after getting some attention from him. That much was even more pleasant when he reached up and simply threw himself to dragging both hands right down her back, scratching all the way. A snort escaped her as she pushed back into his touch, wanting more even while it was still happening.

"Yeah," was all he said, in a soft yet rumbling voice like a whispered growl.

He went for another pass over all the spots he missed the first time. At least when he was behind her, he couldn't see her scrunching up her face and holding back a moan. Her cock was all the way out by then. It stood up to press against her prey-padded body. She grit her teeth, but it was hardly a snarl that was coming out of her anymore. Snorting, snuffling, grunting away, she couldn't keep the soft, flowing whimper of pleasure hidden forever. It started soft, but it got so much louder when he snapped his fingers to reveal his next trick.

She didn't notice what he'd attached to her until he yanked them. A cry of surprise that became a nigh-orgasmic moan bellowed from her open jaws when he pulled on those little chains he'd attached to the piercings in her soft, tender nips. That was one way of getting them perky. He wasn't gentle. Snickering in that way she loved to hate, he tormented her with pain and pleasure alike until she was outright throbbing for him. Her cock was dripping on the floor, and her pussy was soaking her thighs with the accumulated lust he'd managed to milk out of her with nothing more than some teasing and groping away at her body. He still treated her like he owned her. She hadn't felt that way in so long.

"Damn, girl. You all pent up? Not getting enough?" He dared to tickle her under the chin. "Do I gotta teach you how to get bitches on your dick again or what?"

Sucking down a breath, Xyria steadied herself and marinated her words in as much dismissive malice as she could muster. "When I need a trashy, drunk mortal I know who to ask to hook me up."

"So mean to me. What'd I ever do to deserve this?" He outright cackled at his own audacity for asking such a question. The list went on, but there was no need to recite it then.

"You gonna fuck me or are you just practising your poses? Don't tell me you got me all strapped up here just to tickle me."

It was a bold statement from someone currently sopping wet with her own desire pouring down her thighs, but she wasn't about to give him more than he'd already managed to earn. He licked his lips at her, shifted his eyes, then bore down on her with a deep, penetrating glare that came with a shift in his stance. From tall and confident to more slouched, slinking, nefarious, he moved around behind her once again and ran his tongue along the back of her neck. The infernal whispers from his lips were as wet as they were wicked. The language was unknown, even to her.

Xe ip qaulq za oftc haf wa mirv haf sudd oarqyz haf yjyr pizzyryv za vorhaly kfz py.

Regardless, she got the idea. He punctuated it by biting her on the back of the neck, right in that spot between her shoulder and her throat. Of course he remembered that spot. There was still a faded mark there from the last time he'd sunk his teeth in. Her scales were tougher now. He wasn't going to puncture them, but he could certainly try, forcefully gnawing on her and licking her all at the same time. Rubbing his dick on her back and her butt alike only added to the possessive claim he had over her body. He humped her, he smeared her with his scent, with the lust leaking out of his thick cock, clawing up and down her sides the whole time.

Capping off with one last deep squeeze of her tits so firm it briefly felt like she couldn't breathe, he finally relented. Straightening up, she could hear him sucking his tongue for her flavour while he worked. For as well as they'd bound her, those chains came free with ease when he worked them. Perhaps they obeyed only him. She stumbled forth when he released her, taking a moment to find her footing in the torch-lit dungeon he'd brought her to. When she turned, she saw him standing tall and proud, in contrast to her weakened state. Had he drained her somehow? None of it made sense, or that was what she told herself even as she scanned down from his grinning face to his cock sliding back and forth in his own grip, leaking all over his fingers.

"So, here's what I want. You're gonna service this dick the way you used to do it so good. Think you can handle that?"

She frowned. "I'm not going to worship you just because you say so."

"Didn't say nothing about worship. I just want a little reminder of what a good slut you make. Slip back into your old self. Let it become you just this once. I'll be the big dragon daddy you need, kobold."

A fire flashed in his eyes as he said it as if he was about to breathe flames for her just to make a point. She was barely looking. There was that word again. It wasn't as if she'd never been called it before, by those looking to undermine or insult her. Yet none wielded it quite so sharply as he did. He meant it. He understood it. She stepped back, just once, and he took one step towards her on his noisy hooves. He was still jerking off at her, just stroking his dick in her direction until he was making such a mess it was liable to splash on her, with no particular urgency. Finally, she raised her hands and clutched her forehead with a deep growl.

"Get out of my fucking head you filthy bastard."

He barked a laugh. "That's what they call me! Got me wrong, though. I'm not in your head. That's all you. But I could be all up in that pretty face if you let me ram this dick down your throat."

She simply smouldered for a time, looking him up and down, breathing him in. He was getting muskier, to the point he was making her drool. She could practically taste him already. Eventually she chanced a quick swipe of her tongue over her lips just so she didn't give him the dignity of outright drooling in front of him. Her cock was twitching, her pussy trembling. Even her tits were still pulsing with the desire that ran through her entire body, puffed and perked. She switched her tail, curled her toes, formed two clenched fists, and spoke her words as if to project them right through his entire body.

"Fine. You think you've still got it? Show me. Bet you've slowed down, old man."

His expression never grew any less pleased no matter how much she insulted him.

"Mortal bitches love the salt and pepper look. Makes me seem like a seasoned fucker."

"You're seasoned, alright. Smelly, too."

"And you're gonna taste like me before long. Gimme those horns, you mouthy cunt."

There was no malice in his namecalling. He was far from rattled, as long as he was still getting his way. And he was. He reached for her, and she didn't bat him away, or offer much resistance whatsoever. When he had her by the natural handles, she allowed him to force her down to her knees before him, to rub his cock all over his face until her features were absolutely drenched in his juices, and she even started playing along before long. A lick up and down his dick sent a bolt of pleasure absolutely crackling down her spine. Her pussy clenched up tight just to process that intense taste all over again. Traces had been lingering on her lips for decades, no matter how much she tried to forget him, and now she was getting it straight from the source again.

Part of her just wanted to bite him. The injury would have been temporary at most and the retribution would have been swift, but she felt the need to prove her point. Yet that switch he had flipped could never be unflipped. Especially when he took her by the horns and yanked her close so he could slap her across the face a few times with his dick. She didn't turn her head. Instead, she showed him how little that phased her by just grabbing his cock at the base and shoving her tongue right under the loose skin near the head. Swiping around and getting a good taste of his concentrated flavour made him snort and grunt down at her, puffing hot, steaming breath to let her know just how good she was at that. Of course she was.

He was at least patient enough to let her work him over with some very thorough licks. Going all the way down to the base, she opened up wide just to fit his nuts in her mouth all at once. They were plump enough to bulge her cheeks, and she got her nose nice and buried in the tuft of fur around his crotch while she was sucking on them. Sniffing at him just left her all the more inundated with his musk, left her soaking his balls in all the more dragon drool. A smooth yet sloppy schlurk echoed up from her lips as she pleasured him. She didn't even have to look up to know he was leering at her the whole time, but that didn't stop her.

"Alright, that's enough putting it off. I'm gonna shoot a load in your throat and you're gonna love it."

Oz demonstrated impressive strength when he pulled her back. It felt for a moment like her horns loosened slightly from the force of his yanking. She knelt there in his clutches, more than a little bewitched by the flavour lingering on her palate. He thrust his hips in her face a few times, shaft glancing over her lips until he finally found his spot. Gone were his goatish grunts in favour of a demonic snarl, bellowing out with ferocity when he jammed his cock straight down her throat, just like he said he was going to do. She choked for half a second before quickly adjusting to that thick slab of goat girth bulging in her gullet.

She got all of two seconds to completely adjust to him before he started ramming her face. The heavy plap of his nuts to her chin went along with his powerful thrusts. Pulling her into every single one of them ensured he plunged all the deeper, thudded into her face all the harder. He smashed her nose into his crotchtuft to completely bury her in surprisingly soft black fur, to bathe her in his scent, to ensure it was all she managed to breathe in the sloppy gasps she managed to get in between thrusts. There was already a whole stream of juices pouring down her throat, leaving her gulping and glurking a fat load of precum long before he was even done fucking her face.

A generous helping of drooly throatslop came up every time he pulled back, pouring down her chin, splashing over her tits, trickling all the way down to her still-trembling cock. It would have been easy to just reach down and rub out an orgasm, fuelled by the taste getting hammered into her tongue over and over. She wasn't going to cum until he made her, no matter how hard she was. Instead, she focused on meeting his charge head-on, sucking down to the very base of his cock as hard as she could even as he pounded away at her, producing all kinds of absolutely excessive sucking sounds.

Schlurrrrk schlup schlup schlurp SHLORCK

Oz chuckled a little to hear it all, but he was mostly busy throatfucking his former pet until she drained his nuts. A snorting, huffing, grunting growl escaped him every single time he thrust forth, squeezing out all the more juices from the dragon's drooling maw. Any mortal would have long choked to death on his dick for how rough he was giving it, but she endured right up until the point he was snugly locked in her throat, balls-deep in dragon muzzle, letting her feel his cock twitching and pumping, flexing extra taut with the bulge load of goat demon spunk rushing to the tip.

"Fucking drown in it, gutter slut. You know what you're fucking good for."

He roared his words with a pleasured snarl, bottoming out and blowing his load straight down to her belly. It welled up and overflowed in moments, pouring from her mouth, squirting from her lips, then even leaving her nostrils when she ran out of room, ensuring she got absolutely soaked in the smell of his fresh seed. Plenty more still made it down to her gut thanks to her heavy, unflinching swallows. She chugged his jizz from the tap and made sure not to show any sign of being overwhelmed in the slightest, even after drinking at least a gallon of her former master's silky, warm, maddeningly delicious cum. It was as good as she remembered.

One more good tug on her horns let him show her he still wasn't done. He forcefully pulled her off his cock while he was still spurting, spraying her down with a cozy mask of cum from hair to chin to tits. Making sure to hose her down as thoroughly as possible before rubbing his shaft off on her shoulder, he left her to sputter and drip where she knelt before him like a loyal subject. A few squeezes of his shaft kept him stiff despite how much he'd just given her. She was just as hard too, something he made note of with a gentle nudge of his hoof against her desperately flexing, pulsing, edging cock.

"You still got that thing? Come on. You know you don't need that when you're around me."

He made a gesture like a beckon and spoke a single infernal word, and simply stole it from her. In his realm, it was well within his power to simply make her dick disappear because he preferred her without it. The lack of throbbing pressure was momentarily a relief, but that urgent need simply moved on through her body and took residence within the walls of her glazed, sopping, blazing hot cunt. She flinched and recoiled from the feeling at first, left briefly whimpering. It took reminding herself who she was, and who she was dealing with to respond properly, in a dark tone.

"Give that back."

"Yeah, yeah. You can have it back if you really want. But won't you let me fuck that pretty pussy first? Better with nothing getting in the way."

She glared up at him, wondering if it was time to press the issue. There was one thing about him she still knew well. When he dangled the figurative keys in front of her, when he said she could have something if she really wanted, he'd already won. He meant it, but that wasn't the point. He knew she wasn't going to fuss. And she didn't. She shrugged her shoulders and decided to drop it, with no choice but to trust that he was going to return what was hers when he was done violating her body.

Up to her feet she got, standing tall and staring him in the face despite the cum pouring down her scales diminishing her dignity. He grinned back, nodding his head.

"Yeaaaah." His voice boomed with his lusty growl. "Look at you. Such a good girl. Precious sapphire, all ready for me to polish."

"Stop talking and fuck me." She growled it, but even then she felt a little tremble in her voice. It was mostly just how horny she was.

He simply gave her a playful snarl and took her by the shoulders. Pushing her made her back up. It was apparent that he was stronger than her, at least in that pocket of hell. Eventually he forced her up against one of the walls, letting her feel the heat against her scales, and took her by the hips. She found herself buried in his powerful pecs once more for a moment, until he hefted her up with a greedy grip on her ass and got between her thighs. They were face to face once more, puffing, drooling, sometimes growling. She tasted him with every breath. He lingered on that moment for just a short time before he simply claimed his prize. For a moment it sounded as if he'd stolen the roar right from her throat as he plunged into her wet, waiting sex, spreading her out all around the many pulsing inches of fat demon cock entering her once again.

"Rrrrrgh, FUCK ... " He took a moment to compose himself and offered her a smug smile. "As good as I remember."

She glared at him expectantly, but she was tired of goading him. It was time to see what that old goat could do. Pulling her thighs tightly around his waist, looping her heels like a knot, she kept him trapped inside her. Grinding on his dick in anticipation, she didn't have to wait long. He seized hold and clawed deep, clutching her by the ass to overwhelm her with his bulk. Smashing her hard into the wall with his first thrust, he certainly didn't get any gentler. He was a snarling, drooling beast, soon gnawing at her neck mid-fuck. She let him, even tilted her head back to let his fangs have full access to her creamy white throat. The longer he bit, the more her scowl transformed into a fluttering, dreamy expression.

There were times she simply had to let go and be taken, and it was one of them. He was already making her so wet, already making her clench up tight and flex on him. The way she was squeezing, it was like she was trying to make it hard to fuck her, but he went ahead and plowed full-force-ahead into her pussy anyway. He slammed her body, he shook her every asset, making those tits jiggle in his face. Chewing on her hard enough to hurt just made it better. He licked at those surface wounds and left her singing for him in breathy, musical moans that hardly contained a trace of demonic ferocity. It felt as good as the very first time.

It wasn't just his taste, his scent, his gruff voice, his muscled body. Aside from everything that made him sexy, he knew how to use that cock. It wasn't fair. He knew all her weaknesses. Every little sensitive spot, every angle. He knew where to go softly and where to hammer it home. Each thrust brought her a new kind of ecstasy. She could barely even squeeze him between her thighs anymore. He was fucking her, driving into her, putting his full force into his strokes when it was just right to do so. Sometimes he slowed down and simply massaged her tender places, letting her quiver all around him. Her lip was trembling. Her toes were curling. She barely had control over her body anymore, but she made sure to claw down his back as she clung to him, as if to remind him she was still a demon, no matter how hard he was going to make her cum.

A convulsing peak trembled up within her, only to settle into a steady blaze when he slowed down at the last second. She was so close, so wet, so tight around him, but he just kept fucking her, kept pushing her closer and closer to that edge, without giving her that release. Eventually a moan became a scream, a whimper became an extended whine. She was begging him for climax without even saying a word, shaking in his grasp, getting plowed hard and slammed into the wall again and again. His nuts plapped her pussy faster, faster, fucking out all those juices, all those liquid desires from her perfectly pent up dragon cunt, but he didn't let her finish until the very moment he did.

She felt him pumping, tightening, felt his balls flexing where they were mashed up against her folds. He held himself inside her and simply let the throbbing of his cock be the little nudge she needed to finally get over that cliff. From there, it was a sheer plummet. She screeched, she wailed, she made all sorts of pathetic, broken noises that were unbecoming of a dragoness and a demoness alike. Somewhere in the chaos she even spoke his true name, but it did nothing but empower him to cum inside her womb all the harder.

His goatish bellow went along with his gnashing snarl. He came inside her over, and over. It was a constant torrent that went along with her extended release, with her gushing for him, squirting all over his cock, soaking his abs in dragon juices. Meanwhile he shot her full of his hot spunk until her belly bulged, until she was a sloshing, scaled condom meant for little more than holding goat jizz. There came a waterfall down her thighs as her grip slowly loosened around his waist. He held her up even as she dangled and fucked her full until she was so swollen, her belly barely fit between them.

Letting her slowly slump and slide from his grasp eventually had the consequence of her slipping right off his cock. She inelegantly thudded to the floor on her ass, cum gushing out of her creamed pussy. Left splayed there, sinking down against the wall, she was in perfect position for him to paint her down in his marking, musking, claiming cum. He jerked his cock above her, head tilted back at first, then just glaring down at her to watch her disappear under the waves of his spunk. She was soaking in his seed, absolutely infatuated with his sexy stink, smelling like a goat's cum rag with none of her usual essence present. It had all been washed away by his tainting mark, by his rich, potent, virile seed. If she'd displayed ever so slightly less willpower, she could have ended up knocked up by her old master.

Testing her legs confirmed she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. She was weak and exhausted, not so much from exertion as simply the sheer pleasure he'd brought her. It looked like she was just going to have to sit there in his dungeon, listening to his raspy panting scraping through his throat, marinating in his musk until it had seemingly soaked into the space between every single one of her scales.

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"What a fucking mess you are," he said, proudly cackling. "Just hold still. I'll get ya all cleaned up."

His dick was still semi-firm even after he'd drained enough cum out of them to drown someone. She looked up at him and saw him taking position. A wide stance with both hands on his cock kept it pointed right at her face. Her curious glance was rewarded with the first stream of gold hitting directly between the eyes. Shutting them tightly and turning her head away, she could only thrash and groan her protest while the scumbag goat took a great, steaming piss all over her. He might have been washing away his own cum, but he left her all the more thoroughly defiled by his possessive mark the longer he unloaded all over her.

It just kept coming. The old goat was so full of piss he managed to soak her entire body in it. Pointing it up and down her body, splashing her face, her tits, her cum-bloated belly, he made several passes over her form until she was sitting there in a puddle of hit gold, grunting, panting, glaring at him, but some part of her wasn't angry. That part of her was in control. As the stream started trailing off, she tilted her head up towards his softened cock and simply opened her mouth up wide. He couldn't resist such a tempting target, leaving her to guzzle the rest of it straight down, slowly rising up towards him until she was sucking it right out of his cock.

"Ahhh, that's my girl, that's my good girl ..." he said, speaking softly and affectionately to the point it sounded out of character.

He gave a satisfied growl and sigh alike when he was finally done. She was drenched, steaming, smelling of her old master once again. The corruption wasn't going to get out of her scales anytime soon. Whether it was a shower, a lava bath, or a purging pit, she was still going to smell like him, was still going to be marked as his for a little longer. The thought left her as furious as it did satisfied. Carrying that with her was going to mean getting a constant reminder of her weakness, of her submissive indulgence for the better part of a week - and so was everyone else in her proximity. That thought made her want to masturbate as much as it made her want to give herself directly to a powerful angel to be purged of all demonic corruption forever.

Finally, she began to rise. Swiping her hands up and down her curves didn't do much to actually clean her off, of course. She was dripping to the point she was going to leave a trail of goat fluids wherever she went. And she was going somewhere else, no matter how proud of himself he might have looked. Standing there with his arms folded, beaming at her in his goatish way, he certainly wasn't apologetic. His cock was soft, but she knew it would have taken the mere suggestion of another round to get him hard again.

"You know, I've still got your old collar around here somewhere. Would only take me a second to get it on you."

"Fuck off," she said.

"Fair nuff." His expression didn't change. "Guess you'll be wanting this back then. I'm a demon of my word, when it suits me."

A dismissive gesture like he was throwing away a piece of invisible trash caused the quick change that returned her cock to its rightful place. This time, the transformation left her knees buckling and her legs trembling beneath her. She staggered and he caught her before she could fall over, snickering the whole time. Her dick was every bit as hard as it had been before he'd taken it away. She was aching for release to the point of snarling at his chest, where her face had landed. One last little trick to fuck with her before she went. That earned him her most contemptuous stare of all.

"Be seeing ya, I'm sure." He stuck his tongue out mockingly at first, then just licked over his chops seductively. "I know you can't stay away. Nobody ever forgets their first demon. And no chance in all the hells I'd forget you."

It might have sounded affectionate from anyone else. Yet with him staring at her like that, it felt more objectifying than anything. She snorted and did her best to look dignified once her legs were stable once more. Her cock was still throbbing to the point she was shooting precum in his direction but both of them ignored it. She mimicked his haughty pose and spoke as firmly as she could.

"I'm leaving."

"So leave. Have fun smelling like me for a while. Good luck explaining that to your little thrall friends."

He made sure to snap his fingers fast enough to keep her from getting in a last word. In an instant, she found herself rejected from his realm and standing right where they'd left off. Maybe it was one last joke on his part to place her right in the middle of the same club, naked and dripping his cum and piss, her cock on full display, or maybe he hadn't bothered to think about it. Either way, she got plenty of eyes upon her when they registered her presence, though the level of intoxication and the presence of corruption alike kept anyone from freaking out. Before she could soak in too much unwanted attention, she picked a cute hyena twink from the crowd and gave him a flash of violet from her eyes.

"You."

He straightened up, fixated on her, and began his approach, on her command, eyes glazed over. In the meantime, she gave another order to anyone else who was looking her way.

"The rest of you, out of my sight."

They scattered and left her with her chosen toy - and perhaps meal, if she felt the urge. He was small, slim, girl, and perfect for taking out all her frustrations on. Yet for all the danger, all the obvious demonic presence in front of him, he could only look up at her with wide-eyed awe, glazed over with the infatuation controlling his body. She might have been content, if it wasn't for the words he spoke after giving a little wiggle of his nose.

"Mmm ... you smell so good ..."

With the goat elsewhere, she was just going to have to punish a mortal for enraging her instead. All the hatred she had for her old master, all the self-loathing she felt after giving her body over to him one more time, it was all going to pour out of her. At least that poor girlyboy was probably going to enjoy it before the end.

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"What a fucking mess you are," he said, proudly cackling. "Just look at you. I bet you'd look even better in your old collar."

She looked up at him through the haze, her expression slowly morphing from dazed to disbelieving to see what he was holding. He was being serious. All the years, and he still had it. Her first reaction was to feel disgusted that he would obsess over her for so long. Another part of her had her thinking back to that fateful night on the dancefloor, when she'd first accepted his hand. He hadn't forgotten about her. She frowned and pushed those thoughts aside.

"What's that ratty old thing doing here?'

He shrugged. "Knew it'd be useful someday. Just say the word. We can try it on again. See if it still fits your big neck."

She swallowed at the mere thought, still scowling, or just frowning, considering what he was offering. Why she was even bothering to think about it, she didn't know. It was out of the question. Completely unacceptable. It would have meant surrendering all the control she'd fought for so long ago, and even more ridiculous, trusting him not to take complete advantage of it and let her go when they were done. There was only one rational road ahead of her. She took the other one.

"Let me feel it. One more time. Then you have to let me go. That's the deal.'

He slowly nodded, fangs even more prominently on display. His words were a horny growl. "You want out, I let you out. Fuck it, I'll give you a safeword if that'll make you feel better. This is about what you want."

She glanced down at his cock, and how much it was still pumping out, idly dripping away right in front of her face. It was about what he wanted too. It always was. Yet no matter how much she longed to be rid of him, to never see him again, she sucked in a trembling breath and quivered with excitement as he slowly snapped that which had once bound her around her neck once more. It didn't feel like anything more than a simple accessory at first. Not until he took the leash.

It appeared in his hand on command. She couldn't resist even a gentle pull, and he was not gentle. He was laughing mad with triumphant glee when he yanked her forward to make her sprawl out flat on her face. Stepping a hoof atop the demoness he'd conquered once more, he stood silently gloating for just a moment. Then it was all smacking at her ass and clawing at her back, holding her down with his superior strength as the power slowly drained from her. In that collar, she was little more than a particularly resilient mortal, made to withstand the most brutal of his lusts and nothing more. She was helpless, and she loved it so much she nearly came just to feel him groping her.

Left in a pathetic, whimpering, soaking state of absolute need, she slowly lifted her tail to offer herself to him. Her pussy was glazed over with aching desire, clenching with urgency. Nothing mattered but getting what she needed. She was humping at the air, just trying to get his dick in her. He slapped it against her ass a few times with a splat of all the juices leaking from it, and offered her a snarl and a choking tug on the leash that kept her subservient to him.

"Pretty bold or just real fuckin' stupid just handing yourself over like that. I like it." He snickered. "You know I'm going to be king down here when my time comes, and you're going to help me build the army I need to take the throne. How's that sound?"

"Nnnnh ..."

"That's not a fuckin' answer. How about a good ol' _yes Maste_r for Daddy Oz, huh?"

She sucked her teeth, then lost herself in a moaning whimper once more. The words simply spilled out of her mouth as if she wasn't even the one who owned her tongue anymore.

"Yes Master. Nnnf ... fuck me, goat daddy."

"Hah!" He barked his laughter, sounding surprised for a moment he even did it. "You're still such a dirty goatslut, Xyria. My good girl. My kobold."

He had a way of saying that to instantly cause a spark of pleasure in her brain, a zap that left her shuddering and hissing with desire. It didn't matter how far she fell to get what she wanted. She absolutely had to have it. He clutched her by the hips and slowly swayed with her, grinding up between her asscheeks.

"Everything I've given you, I can take away again. Let's see how well you take this dick without any of your fancy powers. Make you earn 'em again after you ran off on me. I'll forgive, but I don't forget a damn thing."

"Ssss ... stop ..." She wanted to snarl at him to stop teasing her and just put it in already, but she sounded like she was being tickled instead.

At least she didn't have to wait much longer. Lunging forward to plant one of his hooves on the back of his head, he pressed her face into the floor and let her bear herself to him, ass up, facedown in his dungeon, ready to beg for his dick if he denied her any longer. He couldn't resist her anymore, as much fun as he was having. He found his familiar spot, weighing down on her, pinning her beneath his sweaty bulk. With a muscular slam inside of her, he kept that leash wrapped around his fist, yanking back hard so he could ram her full of goat dick harder than any mortal could have ever withstood. He left her just enough power in her body to survive his harsh fucking, his utter claiming of her creamed pussy and drenched womb. Every stroke brought even more of his cum squelching out of her cunt, splashing their surroundings with the absolutely excessive results of their forbidden hookup.

He had his balls slapping up against her thighs soon enough, driving hard in those handsome, muscular lunges. She couldn't see him, but she could feel how hot he looked doing her like that. His fat cock plunged in and out of her so swiftly she could hardly tell one cum-slick thrust from the next. He was devastating her entire body, shaking her to the core, bruising her, bashing her, compressing her spine. She loved every second of it. Her tongue flopped from her jaws to leave her drooling on his floor, mewling for him like a kitten of a kobold.

"Oz .... Ozzie ... " she began, sluttishly moaning her way through the familiar names before moving onto the others. "Ozgorath ... Adonis ... Krampus ... Harvest ... DADDY!"

All of them were things he'd been called at one point or another. Especially that last one. She screamed it to the ceiling, not caring if all of Hell heard her. That night, that moment, she was his. His cock claimed her all the more with every single splattering plunge. She could hear him snorting, grunting, growling for her, but sometimes he couldn't' help a moan of his own. Her pussy felt good, and she knew it. She knew he'd been thinking about taking her again for so long, and he was making the most of it. That kind of mutual desire radiating between the two of them was precisely the kind of thing that sent her into a deep, burning, demonic heat.

"I know you wanna by my good fertile broodmother ... let's put a whole legion in that slutty fucking womb. Practically making half-demons at this point after all I've taken from you.."

After that, he didn't bother with words. It was all snarling, all vicious, violent fucking with his hoof planted in place. He pulled her by the hips, or by the tail to make her slam into him all the harder as he slamfucked her. If there was any real anger left, he fucked it all out in those fleeting moments before he knocked her up. She wanted it - wanted to be his, to take his seed, to let him deeply, undoubtedly breed her, to take her and use her body to build more loyal followers. She wanted it all, wanted it so much, wanted and wanted and ...

His unshackled roar could shake the very heavens from deep down in his place of banishment. He put the torches out with his furious snarl of climax. She felt his cock jumping around within her, violently twitching. He was ramming it home, over and over, applying speed and force in equal measure. He was breaking her. She wasn't going to walk away from this unless he generously gave her power back and helped her along the way. Her fate as his bloated breeding kobold, impaled on his dick half the day, tending to him and worshipping him the other half loomed closer and closer, and all she could do was cum as hard as she could for him.

A squirting dragon pussy was the perfect place to plant his seed. She gushed for him, rapidly pumping around his cock to the pace of her thundering heart. She drooled, she shook, she convulsed in pleasure beyond anything a mortal mind could handle. Hers too was falling apart. She was even giggling sometimes as her body slumped, only to stiffen and jerk back against him once more when she felt his cum entering her womb. It was as if she could trace the very path through sensation alone his sperm took to her demonic eggs, could feel the dark spawn he was pumping inside of her with every single heavy shot of rich goat spunk into her bare, scaly cunt.

He smacked her ass and rode her a while longer even once she started to slump. It made him look like he was fucking her unconscious body after a while. She jostled back and forth, sprawled out beneath him, letting him pick her up by the ass and fuck another imp or twelve into her. He couldn't stop cumming. Even Oz himself was overwhelmed after a while, shuddering and settling down, letting her fall back flat to the ground, balanced on her fat gut with his cock still inside her. A few more humps at her shining form, and he finally pulled out of her, leaving her to all but flood the room in what seemed like a constant stream of goat jizz streaming out of her wrecked sex.

A quick tug on her leash kept her from simply passing out on the spot. She gasped and whimpered a little, reaching up to tug at it softly. He leaned in extra close, all but smothering her in his bulk, licking her on the back of the neck. His voice was soft and low.

"I meant what I said. You want this off, just say it now. I'll let you go. It's your choice."

A rumble in his throat rose up louder with every syllable, but it wasn't aggression. He was getting excited. No matter how truthfully he might have been speaking, he knew it didn't matter. She'd made her decision. Slowly removing her finger from under her collar, she left it where it was. It was there to stay.

"Yeah. Yeaaaaah." He rattled that word in a throaty growl for a good while. "You were always going to come back to me. You were mine the day you were born. And I'm going to keep you this time. For as long as you want it."

That was what made her know it really was forever. She was his knocked up, depowered breeding slut ready to drool over him and praise his perfect body all throughout the days and nights to come, and it wasn't because he was forcing her to. Not anymore. There was no mind control, no demonic charm but for his own natural charisma. She wanted to be his, and she was never going to break free again. She wouldn't let him release her. Not when he gave her everything she'd ever need, everything a broken, degraded slut could desire. The time for pretending she was a real demon worthy of her own following had finally come to an end. Just like they both knew it would someday.