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Nerai's claws clacked on the flimsy keyboard as his eyes scanned the laptop's screen. His pink tongue lolled absently from the tip of his maw, his foot tapping to the soft jazz rolling from a nearby speaker. Shag carpet scratched at his belly.

"How about going abroad?" Nerai asked. His finger caressed the scroll wheel. "I'd love to travel somewhere with you guys. Do we need, like... passports?"

Kazimir laughed. "No, hun. Countries aren't a thing in Hell," they said. A yellow apron hung loosely around their round waist, their hands covered in suds as they dipped a dish beneath running water. Their bare body peeked from beneath the fabric: a thick ass and wide thighs covered in soot-colored fur; a stubby goat tail which wagged with each sway of their hips; and a pair of plump, perky breasts just barely obscured by the apron's hem.

"Really? No countries at all?" Nerai asked.

"Human politics have no place in the realm of suffering," Kazimir replied.

Nerai hummed. His fangs scraped thoughtfully across his lip, he adjusted his blue pajama pants. Small stains dotted the cotton. He asked, "But there are different landmasses, right?"

Kazimir squeezed a deluge of soap from their sponge and replied, "Yes, baby. Four of them."

"Which is closest?"

"Um..." Kazimir smacked their lips, fiddled with their horns. "Judecca, to the east. It's where the first colonists landed... supposedly. But pretty much every landmass has their own claim to that sort of thing."

The dragon nodded. His tail excitedly wagged from side to side, a wide grin spreading across his face. He quickly typed the name into his search bar. "That's so cool! What else is in Judecca?"

Kazimir hummed and replied, "Well, there's the Academy of Demonology. They offer open lectures, but it's quite dry. I don't think you'd like it."

"...Academics? I didn't know universities existed here."

Kazimir laughed. "Well, it's mostly liberal arts. It turns out philosophers do still have a place in Hell; and they're even more annoying than on the surface. But just like on the surface, they mostly do nothing. I think Aristotle still teaches there."

Nerai's jaw dropped. He glanced toward the sink. "Aristotle? The Aristotle? We can just walk up and meet him?"

Kazimir frowned. "Please don't, baby. He's a... what's the word? A... cunt?" Their face scrunched in disgust. "Trust me, you'll want to steer clear."

The dragon recoiled and replied, "Um, okay. What else is there, then?"

Kazimir scratched the nape of their neck and explained, "Well, there are trees. Judecca is famous for its thick forests. Spiders the size of your torso live there. Oh, and rats. Nothing a demon can't handle, though."

Nerai gulped. "I, uh, don't like spiders."

"Oh!" Kazimir then turned excitedly, damp wooden spoon in-hand. A devilish smile stretched across their capricid maw. "I know what we could do. Maybe we could see a show in the Iscariot Theatre. It's famous. Basically_every_ demon has seen a show there."

Nerai laughed and quipped, "Shakespeare himself isn't there, is he?"

"Oh, no," Kazimir replied. They turned nonchalantly to the sink. "That guy died."

"Oh."

Suddenly, a racket reverberated against the walls. Nerai recognized the sounds - the front door opening, Niya's hooves clacking on the hardwood floor. Kazimir's face was alight as they watched their wife approach.

"Welcome home, dear!" Kazimir cooed, and leaned in for a kiss.

"Hey, hun," Niya chirped. They quickly pecked Kazimir's cheek, then gave a nod to Nerai. They wore a black sports bra and shorts, their muscular figure bulging from the moist nylon. Sweat matted their fur to their skin, made their curled horns glisten. They raised a cotton towel to their forehead.

A pause as Niya caught their breath. They then cleared their throat, shifting their gaze curiously between Kazimir and Nerai.

"Kazimir... why are you washing dishes?" Niya asked. "We're demons. We don't need to do this."

"Am I not allowed to have a hobby?" Kazimir asked.

Niya raised a finger as if to object, then lowered it. "Fair enough," they said. "But... at least tell me why you're only wearing an apron."

Kazimir nodded playfully and replied, "Oh. Well, Nerai likes it."

Niya chuckled and quipped, "Wow. I didn't know our husband was such a pervert."

"He's just an ass man," Kazimir replied.

"Can't say I blame him. You do have a great ass, hun."

"Aww! Love you too, dear," Kazimir cooed. They then flashed a wink at Niya. Yellow lamplight glinted off of Kazimir's sharp incisors. And as with every mundane interaction before, their smile lit a flame in Niya's chest. Millennia of love and devotion shocked the muscular goat into awed silence.

And as per usual, Kazimir seized the opportunity. Like a predator springing onto prey, Kazimir grasped at Niya's fur and smoothly slipped their tongue into their maw, the smaller goat's soapy paws leaving a small trail of bubbles along Niya's back. A quiet moan escaped Kazimir's maw, their slitted eyes fluttering, as their slick appendage then snaked its way down past Niya's tongue.

Of course, Nerai was far too absorbed in his research to notice any of that. Fuzzy screenshots of local fauna flashed on his screen and left him enraptured - deer with two heads, rabbits the size of thumbtacks hopping over forest detritus. Nerai giggled and excitedly faced his wives, ignoring their embrace, and motioned for them to come over. "Hey Niya! Come look at this, I think I just found the perfect vacation spot."

Niya and Kazimir froze. A pause as Kazimir awkwardly reeled their prehensile tongue back into their maw, their eyes narrowed. The pair shot annoyed glances at Nerai.

"Nerai, you're such a cockblock," Niya said.

"But I'm also the cutest dragon husband to ever live," Nerai pouted, and gave his best puppy dog eyes to the looming demon. "You gotta help me plan our vacation! Please?"

Niya rolled their eyes. "Fine," they said, and begrudgingly approached the dragon. Nerai laid on the soft flooring of the nearby living room, a pillow under his chin, zooming through webpage after webpage. Niya settled in at his side, staring at the puny screen.

"Jesus, Nerai. Clear your tabs," Niya said.

"Why?"

"There are, like, sixty of them."

"But what if I need one?!"

Niya petted Nerai's dreadlocks and replied, "You're so stupid. I love you."

Nerai frowned and pointed at the screen. "Niya, looook. Have you ever been to Judecca?"

"Many times," Niya replied. "What, do you wanna go to the theatre or something?"

Nerai beamed. "Yeah! I wanna go see something live. I think they're performing something by Aristotle right now."

Niya rolled their eyes. "Oh, gross. That guy's a dick."

"But it'd be so fun!" Nerai pleaded. He clasped his hands together in prayer position and begged, "Please, can we go?"

Niya huffed. They couldn't help but laugh at Nerai's begging. The boy was adorably pathetic. His round, ember eyes pleaded with Niya's gaze; his thick draconic tail swished like an eager pup; his deep, masculine voice was reduced to a comfortable whine. And of course, his butt looked great in those pajamas...

"Fine," Niya said. "We have some free time next week. We can go to Judecca then." And they called over their shoulder, "Right, babe?"

"Mhm!" Kazimir was once more busy at work in the sink, scrubbing vigorously on a heavy iron pan. They then asked, "Hey, hun. Do we have any more dish soap?"

"No," Niya replied. "Why do you need more dish soap?"

"I want all of our dishes to smell like lemons," Kazimir announced proudly. Their tail wagged.

Niya scrunched their nose and said, "My love... why?"

Kazimir chirped, "Because I want to engage in human culture!"

"I feel like there are better ways to do that."

Suddenly, Nerai's ears perked. He turned to Niya and whispered, "Niya, uh... just let them do the dishes. This is important."

Niya's voice was flat, unimpressed. "Why."

Nerai looked to the sides, as if checking whether anyone was listening. He then leaned in and whispered, "I'm trying to turn Kazimir into a MILF."

"A what."

Nerai smiled smugly and replied, "I'll tell you later." A little wink.

Niya scoffed, grinning at the boy's absurdity. Nerai's smile was so dumb, yet so charming. They had no clue what he was talking about, yet their chest fluttered nonetheless.

The clinking of keys. Nerai and Niya then turned to see that Kazimir had turned off the sink and picked up their handbag. The chubby goat's paws sifted idly through its contents. "Hey, loves. I'm going out for a bit to buy that soap," Kazimir chirped. "Our dishes are going to smell amazing."

Niya nodded. "Cool. Are you... going out naked?"

"I'm not naked!" Kazimir pouted. "I'm wearing an apron."

"Oh. Of course. Bye, then."

Nerai waved. "Goodbye, dear." And Kazimir stepped into the hellish air. Soft clopping on the pavement outside, followed by silence.

The pair were alone now. Niya shot a predatory glance at Nerai. "Now," they said. "What else were you thinking about besides the theatre?"

Nerai thought for a moment. He looked downward, fiddling his claws, and replied, "Well, I was thinking about hiking, but Kazimir said there were spiders in the forest."

"That's it? You're afraid of spiders?" Niya asked. They struggled not to laugh.

Nerai frowned, his face reddening. "Y-yeah. I hate spiders so much."

Niya grinned, placing a palm tenderly on Nerai's back. "Hun, if spiders are a problem, I'll gladly eviscerate any we come across."

Nerai looked up at the muscular goat, his gaze tracing along their wide shoulders, their sinewed neck. "Really?" he asked.

"Yes. No one is going to harm my husband," Niya said, and curled their claws along Nerai's malleable scales. "Only I am allowed to do that."

Nerai chuckled nervously. "Um, thank you," he said, and motioned toward himself. "Come look at the screen. There's more stuff I wanna do over there."

A mischievous smile rose to Niya's lips. "Sure," they said, and promptly scooted toward Nerai's backside. They then flopped onto his back, laying their chin on Nerai's head. Their breasts squished against the dragon's shoulder blades. Nerai gasped in surprise.

"You don't mind if I lay on you, do you?" Niya teased.

The pressure made Nerai's head swim. "No, I definitely don't mind," he said, a dumb grin rising to his face. "Fuck, you're such a good pressure blanket."

"Mmm." Niya then placed their hand over Nerai's, manipulating the cursor. Nerai had never noticed how big Niya's hands were; they were easily twice the size of his. The realization made his heart race.

Niya asked, "There's a big museum in Judecca. You're a nerd, right? Would you like that?"

"Oooh!" Nerai's tail wriggled under Niya's tummy. "Yeah, that would be fun. How big is it? Is it like the Smithsonian?"

"What's the Smithsonian?"

Nerai giggled. "Right. Um, is it... like, an art museum?"

Niya replied, "An art museum, yes. But it also houses magical artifacts, scrolls, and records. Oh, and interviews with famous demons. The older ones."

Nerai quipped, "What, you're not old enough for an interview?"

"No, not quite. Still older than you, though."

"Yeah, you're my MILF wife," Nerai guffawed.

Niya huffed and asked, "Okay. What the hell is a MILF?"

"I can't tell you," Nerai replied. HIs voice was an amused whisper.

"Tell me."

"No, I'm embarrassed!"

Niya sighed. "Okay," they said. "You've forced my hand. I'll just crush you until you tell me." And they slowly began to lay their full body weight on Nerai.

A sudden moan escaped Nerai's maw. The full-body pressure overstimulated him in all the right ways. He could feel his spine being forcibly straightened, his lungs emptied. His arms shook, outstretched along the laptop's keyboard.

"Tell me," Niya bellowed.

Nerai attempted to respond, but all that emerged was a labored groan. His feet curled, his eyes fluttered as the pressure increased.

"This is going to get very uncomfortable unless you tell me," Niya said, and laid further. Nerai could feel his shoulder blades screaming, his legs cramping up. The dragon sputtered.

"F-fine. I'll tell you." And the pressure lessened. Nerai breathed a sigh of relief, stretched his aching calves.

"It's an acronym for 'Mom I'd Like to Fuck," he admitted. His cheeks were beet-red, his gaze flitting to the sides. Fuck, this was absurd. Why was he talking to an ancient demon about this?

Niya raised an eyebrow. "I'm not a mother," they said.

"No, no. It's, like, a vibe," Nerai explained. "Like, you're big and strong and protective of me. So it's like... yeah. Sorry, this is so stupid. Just forget about it."

Niya hummed. They said, "So what you're saying is that all those qualities are attractive."

"O-obviously!" Nerai exclaimed. "I mean, you're hot as fuck. And I love it when you take what you want."

A moment of pause. Nerai could hear a quiet chuckle from behind his ears. Niya's claws then closed themselves around his prone hands, their black nail polish overshadowing the dragon's puny fingers.

"You're adorable when you're embarrassed, dear," Niya breathed. Their groin pressed against Nerai's backside. "God, I love it when you say stupid things like that."

Nerai gulped. His voice quivered. "Th-thanks, haha. Mmmph... I love you, Niya."

"I love you too, baby." Niya then began to gyrate their hips against Nerai's ass. Hot breath fell from their nostrils and washed over the nape of Nerai's neck. Quiet gasps from their maw. Nerai pressed himself against Niya's package.

"That's it, baby. Grind against mommy's cock," Niya cooed. Their voice was low, gravelly. It made Nerai's scales stand on-end, his spine shivered. "Show mommy what a good boy you are, honey."

Nerai moaned, his now-erect cock grinding against the ground with every rhythmic thrust of Niya's strong hips. A small trail of drool seeped from his lips, his entire body immobilized by the goat's body weight. Niya's sweat-tinged musk creeped into his nose.

Then, an unexpected sensation met Nerai's nostrils. He knew that smell - hypnotic gas. Niya's specialty. Sickly sweet, a cross between cotton candy, patchouli, and a campfire. Immediately, he felt his olfactory nerve bow to Niya's authority. His ears flattened against the back of his head in submission, his eyes half-lidded.

Distantly, lovingly, Nerai could feel his pajama bottoms being removed. Of course, he was powerless to resist. Niya's hypnosis was far too powerful; every rote action needed their permission. Every thought, every impulse, belonged to his mistress now. Nerai was a good boy, after all. And good boys _always_obey.

"You have such a cute ass, baby," Niya breathed. "God, it looks delicious. You don't mind if mommy has a taste, do you?"

Nerai could only muster a pathetic whimper in response. Like a puppet on a string, he weakly raised his backside in the air, allowing his dick to dangle between his shaking legs. The dragon's asshole visibly puckered in anticipation, his thick tail twitching to the side.

Niya then licked their lips, pulling the boy's ass apart and gazing at his pucker. Their claws dug into Nerai's scales. "Such a cute ass... I want to ruin it," they growled, and held their maw just above Nerai's aching flesh. The boy could feel his mistress's warm breath washing over his quivering perineum as they savored their prey's scent. Acrid, musky, slightly nutty. That distinct smell of a lover's most vulnerable place.

"You smell wonderful," Niya whispered. "Mommy's good boy." And their tongue grazed Nerai's lavender perineum, slowly wandering to his asshole. The boy's cock quivered in the open air. High-pitched whimpers flowed from his throat and complemented the low growl from Niya's chest.

Niya's motions were just so gentle, rhythmic, tender - Nerai couldn't help but whine. Every greedy lap of their tongue made Nerai's lower half tense up, his asshole twitch. A thin bead of precum dripped from his dick onto the carpet. Pleas bubbled from his chest.

"F-fuck. Mommy, please. Harder," the boy begged. "Please..."

Niya chuckled, the rumble of their voice reverberating through the boy's backside. "You're adorable," they said. "I love the way you tense up against my tongue, baby. And you're so drippy... it's cute."

The goat then plunged their prehensile tongue beyond Nerai's entrance, wriggling against the dragon's gummy insides. Nerai's prostate throbbed against Niya's slick appendage. He moaned with every undulation, desperately thrusting himself backward onto Niya's tongue.

"Your tongue feels so good, mommy," Nerai breathed. His head felt light, his vision blurred, his inhibitions eviscerated. Every limb felt like it was floating on a cloud. "Fuck, I need you inside me."

"Then ask nicely," Niya commanded. "And maybe mommy will spoil her baby, hm?"

A whine. Nerai sputtered, "P-please fuck my ass, mommy."

"Ask again, baby. I want to hear how desperate you are."

Nerai's voice was a needy whimper. "Please, mommy! Fuck my ass!"

Then, an eerie pause. Niya was suddenly very still, their claws rigid around Nerai's hands, their spine straightened out. For just a moment, their breathing stopped, steeping the room in silence.

"N-Niya? Are you okay?"

Then, like a drop of blood in a pitcher of water, a scarlet hue overtook Niya's irises. A predatory smile curled along their lips, their grip on Nerai's flesh tightened. The goat huffed, hot hypnotic gas flowing from their nostrils.

"You're mine," Niya growled, their voice gruff. "And now... mommy is going to show you how much she loves you, baby."

Nerai gulped. Niya's pause, their stifled breathing. A sudden realization then struck Nerai's addled mind - his begging had accidentally activated his powers of persuasion. Which meant he had hypnotized Niya. Which, in turn, meant the pair had hypnotized each other.

Fuck.

Niya snapped, and their clothes disappeared in a cloud of black smoke. Their red capricine cock promptly hung free, gradually snaking itself from its pitch-dark sheath between Nerai's asscheeks. Their large testicles rested below and churned against Nerai's backside, the tip of their cock twitching against Nerai's pucker.

Nerai promptly struggled against the hypnotic restraints. He wanted to recant his hypnosis, beg for a break, but he couldn't control his lips. Like a dam breaking, his innermost desires instead flooded from his chest, rendering the boy a spectator in his own body.

"M-mommy. I love your cock, mommy. Please fuck me. Please fill me with your love, please. I'll do anything..."

But Niya simply loomed over the boy, savoring his pleas. They couldn't help but chuckle at his patheticness. Nerai's ass wagged in the air, beckoning Niya further, his voice a weak-willed whine. Niya could feel their bloodlust bubbling to the surface, uninhibited, as Nerai's powers loosened their inhibitions. Those previously repressed urges - sadistic, violent - were displayed proudly in their toothy grin, their half-lidded predatory gaze.

They were going to break this boy.

Niya then gripped their dick and pushed its glans against Nerai's pucker. One thrust, two, three, until Niya's slick saliva suddenly gave way to the warmth of the boy's insides.

Niya moaned, their cock instinctually bucking against the boy's vulnerable nut. Nerai's dick tensed excitedly into the air, spewing lust onto his thighs, as butterflies danced in his chest.

"F-fuck, mommy. Deeper. More..."

Niya grinned, content to view their boy's pathetic backside for a moment more, before obliging his request. They then planted their claws on either side of Nerai's hips and pushed themselves deeper inside, flaring against his soft walls. A groan escaped their lips, their little tail wagged.

"You're tight, boy," they growled. "Mommy's gonna fill you to the brim."

Niya's movements were slow at first. Their pelvis gently kissed the base of Nerai's tail with each loving thrust as a low, protective growl emanated from their chest. They then laid their breasts flat against Nerai's shoulder blades, their maw tucked in the crick of his neck, and let their breath wash over Nerai's folded ears.

Internally, Niya could tell that something wasn't quite right. An unnatural flame burned in their chest and radiated throughout their limbs, their maw, their loins. Every moment spent away from Nerai's scales was torturous. Their desperation for his touch, his voice, laid unmitigated by the psychological barriers which once held it at bay. It felt too good to stop.

"I love you," Niya whispered, and took the dragon's ear in their mouth, chewing lightly along his cartilage. The sensation made Nerai squirm. He whimpered, his breathing heavy and uneven. His claws harshly grasped at the carpet. His thick tail shivered and thumped excitedly to the side.

All the while, Niya's hypnotic gas plunged Nerai deeper and deeper into complacency. His vision was suddenly a blurred technicolor mess, his bodily sensations muted and delayed, his libido aflame. He had far surpassed simple submission; no, no. He was mommy's useless fleshlight now, made to take their seed and nothing more. And more than that, he needed Niya to know it. Nerai released a guttural moan, the smokey scent of Niya's breath permeating his nose.

Niya's claws dug deep into Nerai's flesh, pulled him tight against their groin. Fuck, they were obsessed with this boy. They needed everyone to know that Nerai was theirs - to permanently mark Nerai with their claws, their maw, their scent. The dragon would forever be covered in the scars of their love. Niya then viciously chomped down on the boy's shoulder, eliciting a pathetic yelp from Nerai's mouth.

"Do you like it when mommy hurts you?" Niya growled. "Do you? Tell me."

Nerai's voice was staggered, slurred. "Yes, mommy. I love it when you hurt me."

"Tell me. Do you want mommy to taste your blood, baby?"

"Y-yes, mommy. Please bite me. Please..." And Nerai awkwardly shoved his shoulder backward, beckoning his mistress. Niya smiled.

"Good boy."

Niya then tenderly sank their fangs beneath the veneer of Nerai's scales, causing the boy to let out a labored groan. The impact electrified him, spread like wildfire from his shoulder through his arms, legs, torso. Survival instinct kicked in, made him thrash wildly like a wild animal pinned by a huntress. But Niya was more than capable of capturing such weak prey.

Niya then pulled away, licking a thin layer of blood from their canines. "You put up a cute fight," they hissed. "But remember - mommy always wins." And they bit down once more.

Fuck, Nerai's struggling was hot. His insides frantically contracted on Niya's cock as he tried to squirm away, but Niya easily overcame his efforts. They then grasped Nerai's shoulders and held the boy still, shoving the pathetic dragon backward onto their dick. The sudden intrusion made Nerai's body quake - Niya was fully inside him now, their balls churning against the boy's. Nerai moaned.

Any trace of resistance was gone from Niya's mind now. They let out a feral howl and bit Nerai's neck, their pace ferocious and erratic. Small spurts of blood greeted their tongue and egged them on further. A territorial growl emanated from their chest, their breasts slapped against Nerai's back, their breaths grew heavy. They threw their head back.

"You're doing so well for mommy. Good boy. I'm gonna make you mine..."

Blood trickled from Niya's grasp as pressure mounted between their thighs. Their abdomen tensed up, their legs shook, as they violently plunged themselves inside the prone boy. A wild moan then erupted from their maw, their mind emptied, their cock flared, and load after load of sticky, hot love spewed from their sweaty cock into Nerai's tight pucker. Niya's balls churned as orgasmic pleasure radiated from their groin, but the feeling didn't fade; it only grew stronger. Fuck, they had never came this much before. Nerai's lower half was reduced to a hot gooey mess as Niya's lust filled his pucker and burst from his rim.

"M-mommy! Please, more! I need you!" Nerai begged.

Niya snarled. Once more, the boy's persuasive powers kicked in. "Of course," they growled. "I'll give you all you need."

And so Niya began pumping their hips once more, slapping themselves against the boy's lust-covered tail as cum continuously flowed from their cherry-red cock. Their hot seed overflowed from Nerai's pucker and seeped onto the floor, but still Niya didn't stop. Fuck, they were _addicted_to Nerai.

"I-I can't stop cumming," Niya snarled, their breaths erratic. "Fuck, I need to breed you."

And so Nerai laid prone, as more and more cum exploded against his insides. The world seemed to melt around him, his feelings dulled in a saccharine sweet haze. That orgasmic, warm, gooey feeling seemed to stretch steadily along his abdomen, to his belly, to his legs. A small bulge developed on his belly as Niya's cum stretched his flesh.

"M-mommy..." Nerai's tongue lolled mindlessly from his mouth. His grip turned slack, his body limp, a whole-body orgasm on the verge of overtaking him. "I-I love you, mommy," he whined.

Nerai couldn't keep it in anymore. His mind was scrambled, sounds and colors melted together into a swirling mess. The dragon's body operated solely on instinct now; he reflexively humped against the carpet, his balls jumped and twitched, he groaned. He just felt so pathetic humping the floor while his mommy used his ass. So humiliated, so useless, yet so loved. It pushed Nerai over the edge. His entire body convulsed with pleasure, and he couldn't help but call his mommy's name as thick, sticky ropes of cum then exploded from his adorable cock onto the ground.

The dragon's insides clenched Niya's cock, massaging yet more seed from the goat's twitching, overstimulated package. The bulge on Nerai's stomach grew bigger, his stomach filling completely with his mommy's love. And still, Niya didn't stop pumping him full. They couldn't. Their boy deserved more. Much more.

"Beg for my cum," Niya snarled. "Beg for more, slut."

"Please," Nerai slurred.

"More, boy."

"P-please!"

Niya smirked. "Good," they said. And, satisfied at his groveling, they grasped the boy's chest and hoisted him upward into a sitting position on their cock. The boy weighed nothing to a demon, after all.

Niya then began bouncing him up and down on their dick, every twitch and flare of their cock sending another load into Nerai. Looking down, Nerai noticed his bulge for the first time; fuck, he couldn't even see his own crotch anymore. His lower half was obscured by a repository of Niya's love. No, no - his mommy's love. The thought made his head swim.

"I'm gonna cum again" Niya whined, their grip tightening once more on the boy's hips. "Hold on tight!"

And like a fleshlight, the muscular goat pumped the boy across the length of their flesh, Nerai's head absently bobbing along, his cock dripping residual seed into Niya's furred lap. He could feel his consciousness rapidly fading, the only coherent sensation being his mommy's dick against his little prostate.

"F-fuck! Fuck!"

And, without warning, the boy was slammed down onto Niya's cock one final time. Niya let out a primal moan and shot one more load into the boy's pucker, frantically grasping Nerai's plush hips, hugging Nerai's prone body flush against their chest. The goat's jaw was agape, their chest heaved, their obsession with Nerai laid bare.

However, Nerai hardly noticed Niya's orgasm. Bliss had overtaken him and elided his perception into a melted heap. Tendrils of the hot seed spurted from his asshole and onto Niya's groin as the goat emptied their balls inside him for the final time. His round belly gurgled with liters of his mommy's cum. The boy was broken. And as their orgasm slowed, so, too, was Niya. The pair then froze and marinated in pregnant, exhausted silence as they caught their breath. Nerai's blood stained Niya's claws.

And only a moment passed before, as if on cue, the front door opened. The clacking of keys, the cracks of an unsteady wooden doorframe. Neither demon reacted to Kazimir's voice.

"I'm back!" Kazimir chirped from the foyer. "So, they didn't have lemon scented, but they did have... strawberry, I think. Which, yaknow, is pretty much the same thing," Kazimir continued, then closed the front door. The goat then sauntered to the living room, bags in-hand, and nonchalantly dropped them on a nearby chair. Kazimir's face then scrunched in disgust as they ascertained the scene.

"Oh my god. Right in front of my dish soap?" Kazimir snarled. "Oh, and the carpet! You did not get cum on the shag carpet."

Niya weakly turned their head to face Kazimir, a dumb smile on their lips. "Sorry," they said. "I guess we got carried away."

Kazimir frowned and approached Niya, inspecting their eyes. "I knew something was wrong. You've been hypnotized by Nerai," they said. "Do _not_tell me you two fell into a hypnosis loop, Niya. You know how dangerous that could be."

"Okay. Then I won't tell you," Niya mumbled.

"Hmph!" Kazimir then snapped, and the scarlet hue dissipated from Niya's eyes. The muscular goat's grip on Nerai loosened, their breathing steadied. They then glanced at the growing pool of cum beneath their legs. They smacked their lips.

"Oops."

Niya then lifted Nerai off of themselves, removing their cock from his pucker with a satisfying pop. Kaizmir and Niya promptly watched in disbelief as cum drained from the dragon with the same intensity as a kitchen faucet, the bulge on his tummy slowly deflating until only stray tendrils and drops spewed from him. Nerai's head then slumped to the side, unconscious. A large pile of cum surrounded Niya's feet and soaked into the shag. Awkward silence.

"So, uh. I can clean this up?" Niya asked.