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Aspen King, a name that would make legs quake and pussies quiver. A timber wolf of excellent breeding and fitness. A paragon of masculinity so toxic, you'd fear for your rights just sitting next to him. A Bi-con if you will, cucking husbands and cunting them too. Many a bitch or faggot had been blessed with his seed in his boudoir, only to be kicked out in the morning after making him coffee and eggs. No matter how much they begged or pleaded to stay beneath his heel and nutsack, he would say the same thing; "Funs over, get lost!"

Oh boy, was the fun over.

Aspen woke with a grunt, stress dreams lurching him into the waking world. A bottle of the cheapest whisky half spilled on the floor where he dropped it the night before he passed out. His bed was a mix of old sheets, torn and stained from his earlier days of love making, but now the bed only squeaked in protest of his aging bones. The only recent stains were from old food wrappers and crumbs.

The dingy apartment reeked of old musk and cigarettes, and the faintest tinges of a nursing home. The wolf had become scent-blind to it and simply lived in it. Back in the day, he had scores of bitches and fags keeping his apartment clean. He could cum on the floor and they'd come running to lick it off the tile. Then they'd buff and polish it before thanking him for the meal, all while he spat in their face. But a bigger alpha had come by and pissed all over his parade.

Father time. The inescapable truth of all those toxic alphas. Every heart they broke or marriage they ruined built up the karma that would inevitably kick them at their lowest.

Aspen gave a low growl before coughing. His lungs were not the pinkest after the years of cigarettes and cigars. He sat up, his gut sagging with him. He hacked a bit before spitting on the floor, a wad of mucus tinged with blood landed on the carpet next to his bed with the other mystery stains, and dirty clothes that didn't smell "too bad."

He got up, throwing his blanket off to the side with a chorus of joints snapping into place. He winced as arthritis had started to set into his knees, but he didn't care. Pain was just a part of his life now. He hadn't accepted it, he was simply defeated by it. No sense in fighting what can't be fought, he understood that, but it didn't stop him from getting angry.

"Fucking hell!" Aspen shouted in frustration at his joins and kicked the bottle of aforementioned whisky. It smacked against the wall and splattered, not shattered, it was plastic, but it did crack and spilled shit over the wall and caused the cheap paint to run. He didn't care though. He had a buddy that would slip him another freebee later. He had become a mooch, a tick that sucked anything he could from the people around him any chance he got. It was a fraction of what people would do for him before, but it's all he ever knew.

Oh how the mighty had fallen. Aspen fought against his age with diet and exercise, but when life had given him everything as a breeding stud, he wasn't apt for the uphill battle of old age. It was far easier to crawl into a bottle and smoke his way into a haze of the glory days when he had a harem at the ready.

With a stereotypical back scratch, the wolf shuffled to the bathroom. The sink and shower had rust stains rolling down their porcelain; the medicine cabinet mirror was cracked in the corner and never fully closed. He looked in the mirror and inspected his beard. Had he taken any good care of himself, he may have looked half decent. Instead his beard was unkempt and wiry, silver from root to tip apart from the parts around his lips where they had been stained yellow. His pecs, that used to be the envy of man and woman alike, had started to sag and wrinkle. His chest hair hid it well, but when everything was white, it let a lot more show than he would have liked.

He gave the mirror a menacing grin, or at least it would have been had he still had all his teeth. He still had his signature gold fang though, but various other teeth were missing, making it look pitiful compared to his former smile.

"Good enough," he huffed and spat more into the sink and rinsed it down, the faint traces of blood going with it. He grabbed the cracked, knock-off Rolex he had on the sink and squinted to confirm the time. It was four in the morning. He still had several hours before his meeting. He rubbed his bloodshot eyes and swayed. He caught himself by grabbing the sink. He hadn't fully slept yesterday off yet, but he was sure he could sober up before his meeting. It was his son's one request for coming, and he needed this to go well. He splashed some water in his hair and slicked it back. The thinning wisp of hair on his head was still cut in a style fitting of someone with much more hair and many more years on this earth, but he refused to shave it off. It was the last bastion of his glory days along with his tooth. He would rather die.

He gave a dissatisfied snort and pushed up on the sink to fully stand, only for the corner to break. He fell down onto the ground, smacking his jaw. He panicked and stood up. Something was loose in his mouth. He opened his muzzle to see his gold tooth still there, but wiggling, fresh blood oozing out. If he babied it, it might just stay in.

"Fuck..." Aspen clenched his fists as best as his knobby joints would allow. He couldn't afford a dentist, not without insurance. He never thought he would need it. He was shortsighted and arrogant, and most of all desperate.

"My favorite kind of man..."

Aspen practically jumped.

"Who was that?" He barked before going into another coughing fit. At the same moment the radiator rattled and squealed. Aspen cleaned his ear out with his pinky and cussed. He swore he heard something.

He did in fact hear something, but for now, it was best if he thought himself going senile. There were a few threads that were keeping the man together. We would wait until they were all severed.

He grunted and lightly coughed before doing his morning business. His dick might not be able to get fully hard anymore, but at least his bladder still worked. The wolf pulled his impressive sheath out of his briefs. The thing was legendary before, and was still quite impressive. Two massive, orange sized nuts that sagged down low, and a furry sheath that implied a monster was dwelling inside. Unfortunately, the dragon hadn't fully come out of his cave in a long time. He could get the occasional fag with daddy issues to come suck him off, but when he couldn't bust in their mouth, they often lost interest; fast.

The once alpha breeder, now a bull ready for pasture, finished his business and went to get ready. He started putting on some layers to hide his gut, maybe suck it in a bit, and also some nice jeans. He needed this to work, he needed his son to help him, and he needed the help now. He didn't know how much longer he could keep this up before he was on the streets

He figured he could walk off the rest of the booz and maybe bum a cig or two on his way to the café. He had plenty of time, and he knew there was no release in the sleeping world for him. It was better if he just powered through and got there early.

***

"Flynn! My Boy!" Aspen threw his arms around the young wolf that stood before him. "It's been too long. How's business been?" Aspen patted his son on the back and pulled away to give him a good look, his paws still on his shoulders.

"Dad..." Flynn's facial expression was mildly annoyed and surprised. Aspen was kicking himself. Had he come off too desperate already?

Flynn gently took his father's palms and removed them from his shoulders.

"Business is good," he answered curtly before politely letting go of his father's paws. Flynn was a successful pharmaceutical scientist who was on the cutting edge of cancer research. He wasn't even thirty yet and heavily respected in his field.

"Why don't we sit?" Flynn suggested. "I only have an hour before I need to get going."

"Yeah! Yeah, of course!" Aspen pulled out a chair for his son. Flynn's eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"I got it dad." He declined his offer and sat down in the chair opposite his father. Aspen bit the inside of his lip. The little brat! Doesn't he know I'm trying to be nice? The little shit! Calm now Aspen, you don't want to lose your cool here.

It was hard for Aspen to contain himself. Flynn was a spitting image of his father in his youth. He had silky, gorgeous fur. His hair was cut up in a very fissionable and youthful way that speared jealousy into Aspens heart. His suit was pristine and tailored to his every contour to compliment his best features like his wide shoulders and hips. Given, not necessarily as muscular as Aspen was in his youth, but good looking. Aspen would have killed for those looks, even if they were a pale image of him in his prime. It's hard to schmoose someone when they are everything you've lost!

"No prob!" Aspen thought it best to smooth things over, so he spun the chair on its legs and sat on it backwards, his arms resting on the back of the chair as he looked at his son. It was his signature move back in the day, really accented his biceps. Flynn just gave him a judging look, but it quickly vanished.

"Did you order?" Flynn asked.

"Oh no, I figured I'd wait for you." Aspen twisted the reality of things for his son. In truth, he would have ordered long ahead of time and put it on his son's tab, but the menu was digital. He didn't know how to operate a microwave properly, let alone a smart phone he couldn't afford.

"Well, what do you want?" Flynn asked. "From the menu I mean." Flynn's tone wasn't necessarily to his father's liking, but again, he let it slide.

Flynn wasn't an idiot. He didn't get as far as he did in his field by being naive. He knew his father wanted something, and by the looks of it, it was money. Hopefully they could get their coffee and be done. He'd leave a large tip on the table, and his father would probably take it. He would have to tip digitally too, but money wasn't a problem for Flynn.

"Why don't we have a big breakfast?" Aspen suggested. "What do they got for platters?"

Flynn raised a brow and scrolled through the menu on his phone.

"They have a nice broccoli cheddar scone." Flynn listed. "Nothing too large. This is mainly a small café with a limited menu. I think they get most of their food from the bakery out back. It's baked fresh daily, so it's very nice."

"Anything meaty?" Aspen paused at his own question and changed his mind. "I mean, do they have anything soft? My teeth ain't what they used to be."

Playing the pity card already? Flynn suppressed an eye roll.

"They have a custard filled éclair that's amazing. They make the chocolate glaze from scratch. It's not too sweet so you'll like it. I'll order you one of those and a warm coffee. No cream or sugar, right?"

"Actually," Aspen scratched the back of his head. "I would appreciate some cream and sugar. Developed a bit of a sweet tooth."

"Right..." Flynn trailed off as he ordered the coffee without cream and sugar before getting himself one of the spinach scones. He submitted the order on his phone and set it down. Now...we wait.

Flynn crossed his arms, his expensive pea coat accenting the natural colors of his fur, the upturned collar more for keeping the wind off his neck, but the look was working for him. He sat there, silent, his father staring at him.

"Sooo..." Aspen was the first to crack, his leg bouncing. "How's your mother? Been a long time since I've talk to her."

Flynn's expression snapped as he threw daggers with his eyes.

"Mom's been dead for three years." Flynn had to try and stifle a snarl.

"Woah! I had no idea," Aspen half chuckled as he reeled. "How did she...go?"

"Cancer," Flynn huffed. "She was the reason I started developing...ya know what. No. You don't give a shit about my research or mom. This was a mistake."

Flynn got up and started buttoning his coat.

"Wait!" Aspen shot up out of his chair and grabbed his son by the arm. Bad mistake. Flynn had a trauma response immediately of when he was at his father's and he beat him for keeping his "faggy TV shit too loud."

"LET GO OF ME!" Flynn shouted and forced his hand out of his father's grip. The café froze. Flynn cleared his throat and composed himself before continuing.

"Just...eat the damned food. I already paid for it. I'm leaving. Don't contact me again."

Flynn shoved his hands in his pockets and walked away. Aspen, being too thick sculled, ignored his son's warning and went after him. Flynn tried to throw his father off by going down an alley, but his father was too close behind. Aspen was watching his son and his last chance at escaping homelessness slip through his fingers. He wasn't going to let it go. So, not learning from his mistakes like he always did, he reached out and tried to grab Flynn's shoulder.

Flynn reacted without thinking. He turned and punched his father square in the face. He had some self-defense training to help him feel more in control, and it was nice to know it wasn't money wasted.

Aspen went flying, his nose a bloody mess as he spiraled and fell. He felt something in his mouth and he instinctively spat it out. It was his gold tooth.

"Fucking faggot!" Aspen snapped. "What the hell..."

"Stop!" Flynn shouted. "Just...stop! I don't want anything to do with you! Leave me alone!"

"You fucking brat!" Aspen lunged and gripped Flynn's foot. "I'm your FATHER! You owe me your fucking life! I brought you into this world and you owe me everything!"

Flynn kicked his father in the face and he heard his father yip like a beaten dog. It brought him some satisfaction.

"You were a sperm donner at best, and at worst, you were a fucking monster! I hate that I once thought you were...Fuck off, Aspen!" Flynn quickly walked away, feeling proud about how he left his father in the alley all bloodied.

"That fucking brat...piss ant..." Aspen managed to spit out a few more insults before he was thrown into a coughing fit. He would never admit it, but he was broken. A lame dog forced to crawl on his belly and beg. He cried, not much, but it was enough to make him vulnerable.

Vulnerable enough to make a deal.

***

Aspen slammed his door closed causing another crack to form in the sealing. He was cold, he was dirty, and covered in dried on blood. He grabbed a dirty hand towel that was hanging from his fridge and put it to his nose.

"Can't believe you let a fag do that do you."

Aspen's fur stood on end and snapped his head at the intruder in his home. There, on the ratty sofa was a wolf. His fur was black as onyx, but his hands were white as snow, a gradient that melded perfectly forward. His fingers tipped with nails as black as night. The wolf's eyes locked with Aspen, his irises glowed an unnatural violet.

"Who the hell are you-" Aspen was forced into another coughing fit, coughing up phlegm and blood.

"Me?" The wolf smiled, his wolfish teeth gleamed like razors in the dim light. "That's not what's important. Now you, on the other hand, are the infamous, Aspen King, are you not?"

Aspen had aggravated his cough with the cold. The only thing keeping him from aspirating was the fact he wasn't speaking to trigger it. But that wouldn't do.

"Cancer is a cruel mistress," the wolf walked forward.

"Stay back-" was all he could sputter between his coughing. His warning was ignored as the intruder continued.

"We won't get anywhere with you like this. They'll say I made you agree under duress."

Aspen didn't know what was happening. He was far too stimulated from the surprise of an intruder and his coughing. He did what any logical person would do if they couldn't choose their flight response.

Aspen grabbed a dirty knife from the sink and lunged.

"Gak!" the wolf caught the knife between the ribs, piercing his heart. Aspen stopped coughing just enough to see what he had done.

"Wait...I didn't mean-" and again with the coughing.

"Would you let me finish one damn sentence?!" The wolf shouted at Aspen. The elder wolf was shocked into a silence as the intruder grabbed the knife and pulled it from his chest. Black ichor dripped from it, bubbling with violet light deep within its inkiness.

"Now..." the intruder gripped the knife and it glowed before melting and dripping onto the floor, burning the linoleum. "For that damn cough of yours."

Aspen tried to get away, but the other wolf gripped him by the throat, those fingers unnaturally hot; almost burning. Then, as soon as he was picked up, he was dropped.

Aspen fell to the floor gasping for breath...but...not coughing.

"Please," the wolf rolled his eyes. "Pull yourself together." The intruder grabbed one of the folding chairs that were at the card table in the breakfast nook. He sat down and waited patiently.

Aspen took deep breaths, his heart racing as he got to his feet and backed away.

"I-I-I stabbed you! How are you-"

The intruder didn't let Aspen finish. Instead the back of his trench coat burst, wings unfurling into a massive wingspan, knocking over his dirty dishes and the pitiful TV stand. Black raven feathers with glowing violet tips illuminated his minuscule apartment.

"You're...an angel?" Aspen's eyes went wide.

"Something like that," the intruder crossed his leg over the other as he leaned back, resting his arms on his wings like they were the back of a sofa. He gave a crooked grin as horns blazed into existence on his head, a proverbial crown of glowing amethyst.

"A demon!"

"I prefer, Jace, but demon also works as a pronoun."

"Pronouns? You really talking about that faggot shit here! You're a fucking demon!"

"Quiet!" Jace's voice was far louder than is should have been. Violet light poured from his mouth as he spoke. "I'm here because you're dead and I need to take you to hell."

"What! No! I'm not dead! I can't be dead! If anything you just killed me!"

Jace eyed him silently for a moment. Aspen continued to plead and spout nonsense, but then the demon did something unexpected. He broke out laughing.

"What the FUCK is so funny?" Aspen could hardly contain his anger.

"You're not dead." Jace wiped a tear from his eye. "But you will be." Jace murred. Aspen was getting whiplash from this whole situation.

"What? What do you mean?"

"Come now, Mr. King." Jace addressed Aspen as one of his long lost names. "You didn't think you could cough up blood and expect to live for much longer? Your lungs are riddled with cancer and your liver is shot to hell. You have about another month before your eyes start to turn yellow and maybe two more after that before you're six feet under."

Aspen's heart skipped a beat. He knew he was in poor health, but he had never considered the consequences...he did, sort of, but it never occurred to him what might happen if he just kept ignoring it like he was.

"What do you want from me?" Aspen slumped against the counter, not taking the news of his impending death well.

"From you? Nothing. Your soul is so rotten and defiled that I would be surprised if you didn't just come out a demon on the other side. We don't barter for things that are already ours." Jace bounced a foot, his feet bare and pristine white with the same obsidian toe claws. "No, what we want is something far sweeter."

Jace stood up, his trench coat burning away in violet flames to reveal his naked body. He was tall, powerful, muscles packed and rippling like an Olympian swimmer, and between his legs was a pert little pussy.

Aspen didn't even realize what was happening until Jace was on top of him. How had they gotten into his chair? How did Jace get him naked?

"Oh my dear, tainted Aspen. Stop worrying about how, and start focusing on the possibilities."

Jace's sex was grinding down on Aspens bulge, the last impressive thing about him. Jace leaned forward, his arms cupping the terrified wolf before pressing his lips against his.

Instantly, Aspen's body was as he remembered it. Massive bulging muscles, thick powerful beard and sexy smile. He was in a room full of bitches in various positions. Two were sixty-nineing in front of him while others propped his feet up. Another set of bitches were pressing their tits against his toes while messaging them, keeping their heads down so he could watch the porn blazing on the TV. His shoulders were being worked by expert paws as cuntboys lapped and suckled at his nips.

"I know what your soul desires. What your rotted hart wants most." Jace said breaking their kiss, the vision still staying as he leaned back, the ten inch, tapered tip, bitch destroyer of a cock he had was throbbing hard and positioned between Jace's legs.

Aspen snarled and gripped Jace's ass, forcing him down knot deep on that dick. Jace moaned as his hot, slick folds wrapped around that spire of alpha cock. Aspen was hard as stone and throbbing with a painful ach as he fucked up into that cunt. He didn't care if this was a demon or fantasy, he would have it. He would have it all!

"That's right my King! Take it! Take everything you want." Jace screamed pushing himself against the alpha's thrusts. Aspen hadn't been in the swing of things for a long time and this was overwhelming him fast. But who cared right? There would be others. There would be an infinite stream of whores in his harem to breed and fuck! He thrusted hard into Jace, his claws raking against that ass.

"I'll take it all! It's my birthright! I'll fuck this world over a thousand times and keep going! It's all...MINE!"

Instantly the illusion broke. Aspen was standing in the kitchen again, his balls as blue as the ocean and his semi leaking pre into his briefs. Jace was sitting in his folding chair as if nothing had changed.

"That's what I'm offering you. An eternity of pillaging this world. I have but one request."

"Anything!" Aspen stepped forward, his knee giving out on him as he crumpled to the floor. Jace smirked and got up to come over to Aspen.

"I will give you the power to pillage. You will become a warrior of the damned, a king amongst man, and a god to your subjects. This power comes with but one stipulation."

"What?" Aspen coughed out, blood splattering Jace's foot.

"The first soul you will use it on, is Flynn Huttser. Your son. Do we have a deal?"

Aspen thought of Flynn, amongst all his children, he hatted that faggot the most. First he brings him into the world, even lets that piece of fuck trash stay with him on the weekends while his mom was getting treatments, and the thanks he gets is have his gold tooth knocked out of his skull.

"I'll tear that bitch apart." Aspen snarled. He lifted his hand and Jace took it to help him up.

"That's what I like to hear."

***

As soon as Aspen took Jace's hand, the world spun. Flames erupted from the floor and he thought for sure he was going straight to hell. He cursed the demon for tricking him as Jace chuckled and melded with the flames. As soon as the fire subsided, he realized where he was...sort of? He was in an office. A very nice corner office too. It was large, spacious, and overlooked the city. Thick white carpet was beneath his feet and black and gold modern furniture filled the office.

"Father?!"

Aspen spun around to see his son, Flynn, at the desk working on some paperwork. His son had an office larger than his own apartment?! Oh, this bitch was going down.

"H-H-How the hell did you get in here...I'm calling security. Get the fuck out!" Flynn grabbed the phone on his desk. He was dialing when Aspen put his finger down on the receiver button. He then tore the phone from the desk.

"What is fucking wrong with you!" Flynn stepped back, but Aspen snarled. He felt the cough try to work its way through, but he forced it down.

"You little cum stain! You had all this, and you were still going to let me die!" He let a cough squeeze through, a trickle of blood in the corner of his muzzle.

"And I'd do it again you fucking monster!"

"You worthless brat!" Aspen lunged forward and gripped Flynn's arm as hard as he could. His arthritis begged him to stop, but he fought through the pain. Flynn was going to counter, but Aspen knew what his son was going to do this time. Before his son could counter, he caught the strike and forced him to the ground, pinning him.

"Get off me! Help!" Flynn screamed, but those please felt distant...almost sweet to Aspen. He felt a stirring in his loins.

"You should have helped me when you had the chance. You're the fucking cum shot I should have made your mother swallow! I fucking made you, and I can un-make you!"

"You're Crazy!" Flynn struggled, but Aspen's gut was good for something. He was too heavy for Flynn to fight back. Aspen instinctively knew what to do. That was part of the deal. He would become a warrior in an instant...but more than that.

Aspen snarled down at his son, that fucking face, that youth and potential, it should all be his! Blood trickled between his teeth as he opened his maw.

"What are you going to do! Bite my fucking head off...uck!" the rest of Flynn's words were lost in his mouth as his father inhaled. Flynn felt fear, a fear more deep than any he had felt before. That's what pain for the soul is. Fear and anguish. Aspen got his first taste as several icy blue wisps of light trickled out of Flynn's maw and the corners of his eyes.

It was sinfully decedent. It was like drinking ice water in the summer day after working out in the sweltering sun. It didn't just taste like that water, it tasted like that entire feeling. It was so refreshing and sweet...innocent...that's what the sweetness was. It was Flynn's innocence flavoring his essence, and it was rejuvenating. Aspen felt the pain in his fingers ebb as the arthritis started to melt away. He felt his knee lock back into place.

"Fuuuuuck..." Aspen's breath was sweet with Flynn's innocence. To Flynn though, it smelled like rot and decay.

"What did you do..." Flynn was cut off again as his father opened his maw again and sucked. Flynn's back arched as fear bleed all over his body. He was in full panic as his essence...his entire soul was being drawn from him. Tendrils of icy blue light came out of Flynn's mouth and trickled out of the corners of his eyes like tears. He screamed, but instead of sound, it was his soul shredding apart and being ripped form his body that passed his lips.

And Aspen loved it!

He sucked, his muzzle a final resting place for Flynn's essence as he shamelessly, and audibly gulped it down. It was amazing, he could feel his son's soul like a healing wave coursing through his veins. His joints regained their flexibility, the aching pain that had been his partner was slain as his muscles and tendons filled with vitality, and still he sucked. No...he feasted!

He gulped down more and more of his son's soul, Flynn's body tensing with each gulp as though each mouthful was a punch to the gut. It was delicious! The pain, the fear, the agony his son was in, it was all for his pleasure! Like everything in this world should be.

The sight of Flynn's suffering form came into crisp clarity as his eyes returned to twenty-twenty perfection, and then some. He felt his lungs fill with air, and really feel it! He could breathe easy again as the tar bled away from his pink lungs. His blood returned to normal acidity levels as his liver's scar tissue was brought back to its soft and spongy youth.

He could stop now. He could live a long and happy life with the parts of his son he had taken, and Flynn would be able to continue his life as well. But that wasn't the deal. He didn't' just need it for his pact, he wanted it. There was so much more than just his soul. It was his potential. The power to pillage would remove everything the person ever was, did, or going to do and consume it. Take it! And he wanted it ALL.

"Fuck!" Aspen growled, his skin pulling tight to his body as his wrinkles faded away. His beard gained color and his jaw become more pronounced. "I'm going to take everything you have until you're fucking dust!"

Aspen opened his maw and sucked harder than he had before. A tortured scream filled the office as Flynn's soul was torn to pieces and sucked out in a torrent into his father's mouth. All of it, he wanted it all! It was his to take! HIS BIRTHRIGHT AS AN ALPHA!!!

More than just the soul came pouring out of that husk. Potential energy ripped itself from space time and flew down that greedy gullet. Had Flynn been allowed to live, he would have developed a cheap, affordable vaccine for cancer. This is why the demon wanted him to take Flynn! How many demon deals were made through the desperation of illness? It was Flynn's intelligence that caused Aspen to make this connection...and he shuddered in pleasure.

Fuck them! Fuck them all! Let them die! They are no good to me, so fuck um!

Then, it was over. Aspen kept sucking, Flynn's husk was laying there, mouth agape and eyes nothing but inky black sockets. He sucked, the husk tensing like a balloon you tried to suck too much air out of. He was empty.

"You fucking piece of shit!" Aspen snarled, his voice stronger, deeper. "That's all you had to give? You worthless pile of bones!" Aspen punched his son's face. He was going to hit him again when pleasure bloomed in his chest.

"Oh fuck! Yeah! Feed me you worthless sack of shit! Your soul is fucking mine!"

Aspen roared, his muscles pulsing with the icy blue light of Flynn's soul. It coursed through him. His gray hairs vanishing, his fur returning to its beautiful, silky, vibrant mottled colors. His gut gurgled before he let out a big belch, puffs of blue sparks coming out as his gut melted away. He gripped the desk, his powerful, thick fingers digging into the wood as he pulled himself up. He tore off his clothes, his powerful claws rending the fabric from his flesh.

"Yes! Everything you were! Everything you could be! It's MINE!" Aspen threw his head back and laughed, the world changing around him as everything Flynn was, or ever could be, warped. It would be his, and no one could deny it. He flexed, his muscles bulging back to life. He felt his feet slide across the carped as they extended out farther, his calves swelling as his thighs burst into thick slabs of meat. The fat on his stomach melted away to reveal an eight pack of solid muscle. His powerful pecks pushed out, rounding out to powerful pillows of masculinity that would make anyone with less than a C cup jealous. He pulled his arms up for a double bicep pose, the veins on his biceps glowing with Flynn's soul and potential.

"Fuck yeah! Pump me up you stupid bitch!" Aspen flexed, the light pulsing faster down his arms as they exploded with growth. His arms and shoulders blasted with muscle. Cords of power pushed their way to the surface as he flexed, his definition coming out as he continued to grow. His neck bulged out, thickening and swelling and showing off his Adam's apple.

Aspen looked at himself in the reflection of the massive windows, he was his youthful self again, only this time, he was dangerously smart. He gripped his sheath, his half hard cock throbbing out of his sheath as it swelled larger. His nuts had drawn back up and the veins still pulsed an icy blue glow. The veins on his cock did as well as it throbbed into a powerful spire of manhood and kept going.

"Fuck yes! Use the last of your worthless soul for my dick! Return to my nutsack you little shit!" As if on cue, the dick throbbed, thick wads of pre splattering the windows as it pulsed longer and thicker. He was never a full foot before, but now he had to be at least thirteen inches. He grinned at his reflection, his teeth all accounted for like a set of knives made of ivory.

"Now, if I only had a fucking cunt to bust in." He complained as he stroked his member.

"D-Daddy?"

Aspen looked down to see his son, Flynn, crawling on his hands and knees, his clothes discarded as he came and kissed his father's feet. As Flynn looked up, there was nothing in his eye sockets except inky darkness and a single pinprick of blue light. Aspen would have been shocked or confused, but part of his pact meant he would understand his power completely. Flynn would be his thrall. Anyone's soul he took, the body left behind would be drawn to him and bound forever, always trying to get its soul back. The soul was where all desires came from, so now that Aspen consumed it, all seven of Flynn's desires were housed in his father. Flynn couldn't resist even if he had a soul. Aspen grinned.

"That's more like it, fucktard," Aspen lifted his foot and pressed it on his son's face. "You're just some disposable faggot who should have listened to me." Aspen started to grind his heel in his son's face, ignoring the light whimpers of pain as Flynn still lapped at his father's sole. "I gave you life, and now I'm taking it back. Every last bit of it."

Aspen kicked Flynn's face.

"That's for knocking my tooth out earlier, you little shit lick!"

"T-Thank you Daddy," Flynn shuddered at the abuse. His legs quivered as they parted. His tight pussy dripping with arousal, his inner thighs slick with his need.

"Don't call me your Daddy," Aspen growled lustfully through a sneer. "You'll call me King, like all my other fags do. That is..." Aspen, now King, leaned down and grabbed his son by the scruff and lifted him. "...until I knock that ass up. All my pregnant bitches call me Daddy. You want that you stupid skank?" Had Flynn any iota of a soul left, it would be screaming in fear. His father would beat and abuse him with his scruff all the time, but now he was on the verge of squirting as he was pulled to his father's muzzle.

King put two of his fingers in Flynn's mouth. Instantly the boy suckled them and nodded in need. Flynn didn't need his soul. Flynn didn't need to think or have independent thought. He was an object for his father's whims. No more important than a dirty sock in a teen boy's bedroom.

"Good boi," King growled. He turned and slammed his son face down onto his desk, pinning him by his scruff. Flynn came, his bitch cream squirting on the carpet as his back arched. He was a good boi? Best words he could have heard.

"Oh we're just getting started fagtard!" King gripped the base of his augmented knot and lined his dick up with his son's still squirting folds. He lubed himself up, not because he cared about his son's pleasure, but because he wanted to fuck ruthlessly. He used that slick fem-cum to stroke his monolithic manhood, having to keep it pushed down or it would slap up on his abs for how hard it was. King gave a final snarl and tug on Flynn's scruff, his elbow digging into the small of Flynn's back.

"You're mine you fuck trash." With that, King thrusted in.

"Yes my King! I'm yours!" Flynn shouted. The fantasy of his youth becoming reality. He had lusted after old photos of his father for years. The power, the dominance, the arrogance, it was intoxicating. There were many nights where he stuck a vibrator right against his love buttons and watched old films of his father's fuck fests; wishing desperately that the man behind the TV would use him like that.

King wasn't holding back. His dick sank deep into that pussy, the hymen tearing apart and popping his son's cherry. King gave a lustful hiss through clenched teeth as those warm slick folds enveloped his member, tugging, squeezing, milking. Pleasure, electric static of pure bliss tingled in that fuck meat. It was better than he ever remembered. He thrusted, his son's body taking over half of his fuck stick and the desk jostling noisily. He didn't care. This was his office now. Everything Flynn had, he would rape it right out from under him.

"That's right faggot! It's all mine. I deserve it more than you."

"Yes! Take it all my King! Take everything from me! I don't' deserve it. I'm just a nut that was lucky enough to come from you. I owe you everything. Every piece of me is yours."

"Fuck yeah it is you fuck trash!" King was slamming his hips forward with abandon, his dick digging deeper into his slave as the desk rattled and banged against the floor. Had they paid any attention, the name plate on the desk had changed to read "Aspen King."

King's toe claws dug into the thick carpet, tearing it up as his powerful glutes propelled his incestual hips forward. He didn't care if Flynn was his son. He was a bitch that needed to be put in his place. He was a hole, a hole made for his pleasure, much like all other bitches on this planet.

King gripped his son's scruff harder, his claws digging into his flesh and causing it to bleed as he mercilessly fucked his son and raped him full of his pups. His dick was a lightning rod of pleasure, power surging through that dick, collecting in his churning balls as they smacked up against Flynn's clit, before shooting up his spine. This was just a taste of the pleasure he could reach, and he would have it all, and he would breed it all.

Nothing thrilled King more than knowing how he could ruin a life with his nut, and he wasn't going to hold back on his son's account. If anything, he was more rough, more forceful, and infinitely more cruel. He gripped his son's hip with his free hand, his claws leaving scaring gouges as he fucked him, making Flynn's cheeks clap and ripple. His tapered tip blasting pre all over Flynn's cervix and getting ready for the final push.

"Take everything my King! I want a Daddy so bad! I want you to drain your nuts inside me! I'll be a good little bitch. I'll take care of the pups, you won't see them at all. Just my pussy over and over! I won't ask for anything, no child support, no obligation, my pussy is yours to abuse and blast with your pups as much as you want! Wherever and whenever you want to!"

"Damn right faggot! I'll make you a single mother and you'll lick my soles in thanks! Now take my fucking pups you filthy fucktard!"

King's knot was smacking against that entrance. A mix of their sex juices squelching around it, slickening it for the final nail in Flynn's fate. King jack hammered his dick against that pussy. He would not be denied. He would never be denied any of his desires again! With a loud and undoubtedly painful sklorp, his knot was inside.

"Take my nut you BITCH!" King didn't care he was blasting his son with bastards. He didn't even care it was his son, and not just because he hated Flynn. No, he didn't care because Flynn was a number, another notch in his belt and a hash mark in a tally. King's balls churned, his knot felt like a super conductor as it swelled, the pleasure and pressure rising with each beat of his powerful heart. His balls drew up and pulsed. An audible squelching sound could be heard as King's nut shot out his dick and into his bitch son. Flynn's stomach bulged with his father's cock head, and each shot of cum could be visibly seen pushing his stomach out further. Flynn's womb was assaulted by his father's swimmers, the accumulative nut working together to bully his ova, stimulate more eggs to drop, and to fuck them over without prejudice.

Flynn screamed in pleasure, his claws raking his desk and leaving gouges in it, his icy blue dot eyes becoming hearts as he could feel his Daddy seeding him. His womb a fucking nut bucket for his father to dump his pups into. He came again, his juices squirting over that knot as it tied them together.

"This is just the beginning kid." King growled into Flynn's ear as he fucked through his orgasm. "You'll bear my litters till the day you die. I'll make you wish you had never been born! You're going to my filthy nut bucket for the rest of your life." King bit down on his son, a mating bite by all regards, but Flynn wasn't a mate. He was a cheap bitch that would stay by his abuser's side and beg for the pain and degradation his father gave him.

Flynn came again, the abuse and dominance all too much. His toes curled as his father continued to milk his dick with his quivering, clenching folds.

This was, in fact, just the beginning. King was reborn a hell warrior. A demon made flesh. He would rebuild his harem, and his son's business was a great place to start.

"Long live the King!" Flynn shouted out, cumming again as his father used him.

"That's Daddy now, son!" He snarled around his shoulder. Keeping him close, possessively.

It was true, even before their orgasms subsided, Flynn was already heavily pregnant. His eggs being abused by his father's copious seed that bulged Flynn's belly with its volume. The same words replaying over and over kept King's nuts bouncing and dick gushing into his son's unprotected womb. Over and over in his head.

"This is only the beginning..."