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Luvian panted, sweat dripping from his brow as he banged away at the hot piece of metal that was to become his next order. His chest was bare, wings flapping as best they could in the small space in order to get some air flow going, even as the hellfire raged on unhindered. Eventually though, he had to stop and take a break, shoving the thing back into the raging fire to heat up again, while he set down the hammer with a groan, cracking his back and wiping his brow in one swift motion, even as he stepped back to guzzle water from the nearby spigot.

It had been a couple months since Tezeroth, the demon prince, had, well, abducted him from his home to become his personal blacksmith, as well as to perform other services. One of those duties was giving him a small bit of trouble at the moment, the hybrid stifling a small burp as the seed still packed in his belly from earlier in the week sloshed about. Once upon a time, he'd have been ashamed and mortified of his condition, as well as how nonchalant his current self was at his new role, but the old him had been, well, adjusted to the new norm. Not that he was corrupted or anything, certainly. Tezeroth was apparently insistent on those he 'helped' (his words) being 'pure,' at least in one sense of the word. Despite his position as demonic prince, and their location pretty much at the heart of one of the major governing bodies in the lands the infernal creatures called home, his Prince was rather unlike the stereotypes.

Mind wandering, Luvian pulled his current project out of the flame and went back to hammering it, pounding the thing into shape. The constant motion made the adornment around his neck jingle, the purple gem at its heart glimmering both with internal fire and the fire it reflected. The thing was a mix of crimson and soot, matching the coloration of Tezeroth's scales, and was part of the protection the prince had arranged for him. Mostly symbolic, it kept claws, paws, tentacles, etc. off his body, though that certainly didn't stop the looks and commentary. Just one more thing that made him glad he usually was either in the home of his Prince, or the forge. Being outside of those areas made his blood pressure skyrocket. Though personally he was more thankful for the protections against magical corruption or the like. He preferred remaining as the wolfbird he'd always been, thank you very much.

The other major part of Tezeroth's protection was implemented after one too many attempts by a specific avian demon, Arrur, to take him for her own purposes. As was explained to him, there was no enchantment to prevent demonic contact barring specific entities. It was either all demons, or certain individual demons. Seeing as his Prince WAS a demon, the first option was out, and the fact they lived in a major demon city made the other option just plain impossible to implement. The solution Tezeroth created was to have actual, physical protection in the form of a trusted subordinate. That task had fallen to the large, gryphon-like demon that currently lounged near the flames. His bipedal guardian occasionally snorted some fire from his beak into the furnace, but it was more likely out of boredom than any thought towards help. Aptly named after his plumage, Season only really seemed to guard him out of duty to the prince he served than anything else, though Luvian didn't mind. The lack of antics allowed him to concentrate, and the lack of commentary kept him sane.

Just as he went to put the now cool metal back into the furnace, a chime rang out in the workspace. Groaning a bit, the wolfbird set the piece aside, the clank of metal on the worktable muffled under the sounds of Season getting up. Ruffling his feathers, the multicolored demon stretched, lazily pulling a lever that doused the hellfire roaring in the furnace as he did so. Silently, the massive male (at least based on the lack of chest wrappings, one could never tell with demonic magic) gestured at his hybrid charge, Luvian rolling his eyes in reply as he put away his tools. "Yeah I know, give me a moment."

Season grunted, leaning against the doorframe leading outside, Blood red eyes watching the wolfbird clean up. While he did so, Luvian mused, as he often did, on how utterly apt his guard's name was. The demon was clothed only in a massive piece of fabric that wound tightly around his hips, keeping in theme with a demonic staple to rely on either magic or minimal cloth to keep themselves 'decent' for everyday viewing. In turn, it meant that his varying colors were on near full display.

His head and chest was a mixture of deep oranges, dark yellows, and dull crimson. Like Forest's Edge looked in fall, where the shadows were deep and the light was faint. Things lightened to the colors of winter as feathers shifted to fur, though still dark-hued, as one moved past, though not before they were covered by the royal purple of Season's coverings. To be honest Luvian could never tell what to call it, it felt too extravagant and, well, covering to be called a loincloth, but neither was it covering enough to be called pants. In either case, it ran down to about where fur ended and talons began, similar to the wolfbird's own anatomy. It was a striking image, the literal changing of seasons, in one large, fire-breathing demonic gryphon. The backwards sweeping set of horns gave the whole 'demon' thing away, after all, along with the faint fire that glowed through the black, sooty keratin covering of his beak.

Overall pretty intimidating, no wonder Arrur stayed away after his appearance. Though it might have also been Tezeroth's public statement his former acquaintance did not respect claims, and had repeatedly tried to take the Prince's personal pet (part of Luvian squirmed at the title, another felt privileged. In any case at least his name wasn't public to the entire demon nation). Last he'd been told, the owl demoness had been spirited away by her family for some 'reprimanding,' though Tezeroth had quietly let him know she'd probably still end up either jailed by other demons, or dead at the hands of an adventurer or another country. Apparently she'd taken her family's lessons on demon 'traditions' beyond what even her conservative parents had instructed, and was now unwilling to change even now. Luvian had washed his hands of the whole ordeal. She'd made her hedonistic bed, and now she wanted to lie in it.

A click of a beak made him shake the thoughts loose, and, slightly embarrassed, the wolfbird followed Season out the door of the forge, the low height of the evening sun bathing everything in a dull gold. The hybrid was a bit ashamed to admit he'd had some of his more...racist beliefs corrected when he'd first seen the demon city (it was the capital, he just found city easier to say, and less anxiety-inducing in terms of 'oh god I'm now the pet of the demon prince himself.'). The architecture was, yes, a bit dark in coloration and in the style he'd heard described as 'gothic,' but it was also quite evidently well made and well cared for. He'd once heard a client, who'd claimed (apparently falsely) to have seen a demon city that they were 'a mix of different styles that didn't work together, all connected by dirty streets and various degenerate stores.'

That was clearly the racism talking, and Luvian had been quite ashamed to have realized his own thoughts had been tainted by such things.

While the black slate streets did have the occasional store that advertised lewd products. There were several on the trip from the smithy to Tezeroth's estate, each one making the wolfbird avert his eyes with red cheeks. One was just a club, though one proactively showing what they would give to customers. The others were just shops, each one selling some type of sexual toy or gear. A whistle nearby made him hunch his shoulders and quicken his pace, speeding up a bit until he was just slightly behind Season's left hip. Only to yelp as he got yanked back into somebody's chest, something silky wrapping over his face and leaving him blind and mute as he flailed, trapped while two arms kept him pinned. Only able to hear the commotion that occurred. And there was one, the sounds of tramping hooves, claws, and paws going silent, replaced by the murmur (and faint laughter) of nearby pedestrians watching the scene. Something tickled his ear. It felt like a long tongue. "Hmmmm.....naughty thing, wandering around without a helper. I could use an incubator like you..." The voice was soft, sybillant, and sent shivers down his spine, making his fur puff up. The laughter from the crowd was overtaken by the low chuckle in his ear.

"Mokol!"

The voice that rang out was deep, commanding, and almost made the wolfbird lose his balance from how it seemed to vibrate in his bones. The arms about his chest squeezed a bit, making him wheeze around the obstruction covering his face, while the long tongue was replaced by teeth scraping over the junction where his neck and shoulder met, almost as though searching for his pulse. The owner of the fangs spoke, voice seeming to carry in the tense quiet that now existed, despite barely raising his voice.

"Ahhh....Season, our dear Prince's compatriot. What are you doing this fine afternoon?"

There was a clack of a beak, the sound of talons scraping over stone. "My job, Mokol. Protecting our Prince's property. Something you seem keen on trying to take without permission."

A whisper rose from the crowd Luvian couldn't see, the shuffling of appendages and cloth burying the hiss of annoyance from the one Season (who sounded utterly different from how he thought, surprisingly). "Property? I don't recall seeing anything declaring such. I'd never go against our Prince after all. Especially one guarded by his favorite corrupted."

Silence swept over the crowd again, Luvian himself wondering at what it meant. Did it mean Season was not originally a demon? It did seem to make sense, his name and appearance didn't exactly match, but he just thought some parents didn't feel like traditional names.

Season snorted loudly. He could almost imagine the smoke and flame escaping from his guard's beak. "Our methods may not have been the same, Mokol, but you'd do well to remember that all demons can trace their lineage back to, as you put it, corrupted. Even your skittering self."

There was a pause, then the demonic gryphon (was he fully gryphon? Maybe he was, and his differences were this apparent 'corruption.') continued, "As for property, you're holding it. Or him, whichever you prefer. If you used those eyes of yours maybe you'd see it about his neck, it's quite distinctive." Here, Luvian could almost hear the smirk in his guardian's voice. "Or maybe you'd like to ask Arrur what property she tried taking so many times? I'm sure her current situation would be preferable to yours should you continue this path. You have none of the status her family clings to."

Whispers rose again, the tightening of arms making Luvian wheeze into the fabric for a second time, Molok's unknown face so close to his skin that the wolfbird could hear the grinding of teeth, the growl in his throat. "I know her condition, Season, as I'm sure the entire gossip circles do. But how could you expect me to know what she attempted to take when our Prince did not say what it was? We knew it was a pet, but everyone knows that with Arrur it could have been anything from a hound to a servant."

Murmurs of agreement ran through the crowd, Luvian's ears flicking as he continued to remain blind and mute by whatever lay over his face. Couldn't Season just take him by force? Surely the demon who had him wasn't strong enough to prevent such things. His thoughts derailed as Molok continued. "Though I suppose you're right, he's Prince Tezeroth's first... I will admit I'm disappointed I didn't get to see this cute thing beforehand though. He looks quite.....delectable." The last word was almost a purr, the fur of Luvian's neck , already standing up, almost feeling electrified as the wolfbird tensed up and whimpered in his throat.

The voice of Molok chuckled, one arm around his chest retreating, dragging claws over his chest with possessive intent. "I'll give him a parting gift, hmm? A toast to the continued bond of Prince and Pet. Then you can take him back to Tezeroth."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Don't dare what?" Molok laughed, hissing through it, sending warning signs to the still trapped hybrid. "Don't give a gift? That'd be rude~."

There was a sharp sting, fangs digging into the point they'd been dragging against, and Luvian cried out through the covering about his face. It burned, spreading like Molok had injected fire, making the wolfbird writhe even as Molok's arm left him, another pushing against the small of his back and throwing his blind, mute self forward. Stumbling, surrounded by laughs and taunts, he fell, collapsing into arms that felt like they scratched at his flesh, yet soothed like down. Clawing at his face, the covering fell away, strands of what he could now see were webbing clinging to his paws and feeling like filaments of hot wire. He opened his eyes, shut them against the whirl and spin of colors that invaded his vision, keening as the arms about him slung him around, feathers dragging like pokers over his fur. Clinging to the body he'd been placed against, he felt the rumble of anger in the person who now kept him stuck riding piggyback. The voice that emanated from it revealed his new captor to be Season, the rage in it deepening his voice even further until it sounded like the grinding of rock. "If Tezeroth rules it, I'll give him your blackened soul for him to torture at his liesure."

"Awww, you're so unappreciative... Bye bye pet! Enjoy my gift!"

At realizing who now had him, Luvian relaxed as best he could, though unable to stop the whines of pain or the shuddering of his body as even air seemed to irritate him. He felt them start to move, and he buried his face in Season's neck as he quickly found the sting of feathers on his skin was preferable to the constant burn of wind over his muzzle. A whine met with a small shush from the demon carrying him, an attempt to soothe. "I'm sorry, sir. It's my fault, I'm getting you back to Tezeroth as fast as possible. Hold on, just hold...."

Luvian fell out of reality, and everything became muted. Hidden behind the burning bite and stinging skin. Time was stretching on infinitely in his mind, and yet only moments seemed to go by before a gentle, clawed hand appeared on his brow, the scaly surface cool against his brow. He turned into it with a whimper. The voice of his Prince, thick with anger, conversing with the demon he still weakly clung to.

"And you said it was Molok?"

"Yes sir. I think he planned on more had it not been a busy street. Ended up calling it his....'toast to Prince and Pet."

"Bastard." Tezeroth hissed in response. "I'll deal with him later. His public motions will mean nothing once I show him just how little he means to me."

A pause.

"You seem distraught, Season. I hold you in little regard for this incident, I thought your presence and the symbol alone would keep everyone away, especially after Arrur. My own folly is more to blame than yours."

"I disagree, my Prince. I've been...distracted, as of late."

Luvian cut off Tezeroth's response with a whine, reaching weakly for his Prince, eyes cracking open to reveal glazed, dull gold, desperation for the cool touch of his scales and safety radiating in the miserable expression of his face. Everything was blurry to him, like looking through a smudged lens. But he recognized the dark hall of the estate he now called home, its muted colors and dim lights a relief on his vision psychedelic display that had invaded his sight after the bite by the demon they called Molok. The blurry figure's crimson shoulders drooped, his hand moving from the wolfbird's forehead to cradle his cheek. "Give him here, we will discuss this after."

"A moment."

The shift of feathers that seemed to scrape over his pelt made Luvian cry out, Tezeroth shushed him gently, thumb rubbing over the wolfbird's cheekbone until he settled, letting Season carefully move until Luvian's talons touched the obsidian floor. Sadly he didn't have the energy to remain upright, and upon the demon soldier's release of his limbs the hybrid began to crumble to the floor, only stopped when the arms of his Prince wrapped about him, hoisting him into his own embrace. "Oh pet....why do such things happen to you?"

Luvian sniffled, burying his face in Tezeroth's chest as the pain began to fade, a dull ache replacing it as he tried to answer. But he didn't have the words, nor the will to speak them. He simply whined. "Shhh" his Prince crooned, "I'll fix this."

He looked away from the wolfbird in his arms, back at the gryphon that now stood awkwardly. "I'll summon you when I require answers. Return to your quarters."

"Sir."

Luvian let everything fade again. He was safe, he was with his Prince. And he never wanted to leave the estate again.

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Tezeroth sat in his study, the bond between his wolfbird and himself throbbing in time with the venom that now entrapped the one he had claimed. Snarling to himself, he threw himself from his seat, staring out the window while his tail lashed, barely missing the well crafted desk and chair, the breeze rustling some of the papers that lay on its surface. This was not a situation he needed.

He'd had to use a lot of favors and political maneuvering to deal with Arrur. He'd been tolerant of her proclivities before, since they'd met at the age where his parents had a hand in his friendships and he'd not wanted to anger his family nor hers. but the problems she caused after they met the cute little blacksmith had forced his hand. He'd planned on entreating the talented hybrid, seducing him into his home and into his employ (as well as his bed). But rumors of the owl demoness vanishing every night, of her mutterings, had forced his hand there. He'd even heard she'd tried to make a move that very same night, arriving moments after he'd left with Luvian. Apparently the fit she'd thrown before her family upon learning of his own little solo visit was quite the spectacle. Sure, it had worked out for him, but then she just wouldn't get the message! Her fate was well deserved, and the sycophants and followers in the halls his family held court had been swayed by his version of events and Luvian's own nervousness when near Arrur.

And now this.

Growling, Tezeroth threw himself back to his chair, looking over what his contacts knew. Molok was a relatively known figure, though not one of high-status. Sharp with both his bite and his words, the spider-demon knew how to slither his way through scandals while coming out looking unruffled. He'd made a name for himself finding out pets of high-profile demons and seducing them into his webs, using them for anything from spinning silk to satiating his wants. It was rumored the narcissist had wanted a royal pet, but Tezeroth's own lack of prior interest had obviously hindered that. This time there was a line, and now he'd see how well the spider would fair when faced with the Prince. But first he wanted to deal with Season.

The gryphon had been sullen, lurking in the guardhouse or patrolling the estate until nearly dropping from exhaustion. After several days of this, and Luvian relatively fine at the moment, he planned on settling his own staff, then making a certain spider suddenly desire a long, permanent vacation. A knock at the door of his office made him snap to attention, lacing his claws before him as he hid his frustration. "Enter, Season."

'Still the picture of dejection.' Tezeroth mused, watching as the large gryphon walked, head down and shoulders hunched, into the room and before his desk, the scaled demon sighing internally. "Sit."

Season sat, looking like he expected harsh words, if not more..

"Look up at me, Season. You aren't being punished."

One ear flicking along a horn, the corrupted male looked up cautiously, wary. "Sir?"

"What I want, Season, is an explanation."

The gryphon hunched again. "I told you what happened with Molok, sir."

Tezeroth bit back a growl, "I am quite aware of that. What I want, Season, is an explanation for why you claimed to be distracted."

Season looked like he wanted to borrow the power of size manipulation from another demon just to shrink further from the violet gaze that stared him down. Sadly it was not within the realm of power for any demon, barring illegal methods that had steps easily spotted and easily stopped. "I...."

"And before you say anything, let me remind you that I am able to tell when you lie or mislead me, and will require an answer."

Looking, somehow, even more guilty than he had when he'd entered Tezeroth's office, the demonic gryphon looked down, taloned feet shuffling against the stone floor. "Luvian, sir."

Tezeroth blinked, actually surprised. That had not been one of the answers he expected. "Luvian? What about him? I doubt he was doing anything, we both know he hates the public streets and only traverses them with the security measures my claim and your presence guarantee him." Here, the demon Prince scowled. "Though with Molok I may need to either create a forge on the estate, or create further protections."

Season shared a grimace at the mention of the arachnoid demon, even as he slowly, haltingly explained further. "He's....attractive to me, sir. I'd never do anything, as he's yours, but for whatever reason the....mortal parts of me desire him."

'Now that was interesting.' the demon royal mused, "I see." He said. "And...does he do anything to....promote this?"

The corrupt gryphon stammered, shaking his head vigorously. "No Sir! Never done anything! I think he's unaware." Pausing, Season cautiously continued. "If....I may ask, Sir....How is he?"

Here, Tezeroth grimaced himself, the anger in him making his claws automatically clench, digging lines over the desk. They barely missed nicking some of the papers that sat on it. "He's in no danger of dying, if that's what you're curious about. But I still haven't found a cure for the venom that would work in our favor."

It was the guard's turn to be confused. "Sir?"

The Prince sat back, finally letting a bit of his exhaustion and frustration show on his face, one hand dragging over his muzzle as he debated explaining the issue. A desire to keep a decent relationship with the staff under his employ won out. "Whatever concoction Molok injected into his neck, by bite or needle or what have you, has made the pup quite confused and delirious, mostly by increasing his lust and sensitivity, as well as basically sending him into as close of a heat as a male can. The sensitivity can be dealt with by close contact, or at least temporarily through wrapping him in stuff that smells like me, but the lust and pseudo-heat are a whole other problem."

Season just looked more befuddled, his beak almost twisting unnaturally, showing demonic taint, as he tilted his head. Awaiting further explanation that he was sure was coming. "Surely, the lust would not be an issue for you, sir? From the accounts of my eyes and nose alone during my escort duties, dull as the latter may be, he has no issue accepting your affections."

Tezeroth sighed, once again cursing Molok under his breath. "They are tied to other spells, woven thick in the venom. Spells to bind the mind, corrupt the soul, and more. In effect, anything lustful I did to my pet would lose what makes him so wonderful. He'd be no more than a debauched thrall, like one you see in those low-end taverns. I have the magical skill to weaken most of the magic, but whatever is left he'd experience full force." Flicking his eyes over the demonic gryphon he knew quite well, he saw the confusion vanish and replaced by fury. "As you well know, I have no desire for thralls or the mentally chained. But if I attack the corruption aspects, he loses his mind, and if I attack the former, he would no longer be the wolfbird I consider mine." The scaled Prince tapped a claw against his desk in frustrated contemplation. "I'd seek a mage, but that damned arachnid thought of that. Those fighting the magic MUST be also dealing with the heat and lust, and I trust none of those hedonistic sadists to not try and pull one over me, no matter how much suffering I could inflict in response."

His claw stopped as he thought of something, lips twitching as he finally came to a solution. "Season."

"Sir?" The demonic hybrid sat up straight. Orders, he could take. The conversation had removed the guilt, at least for now, replaced by rage at Molok.

"You are familiar with magic, are you not?"

The gryphon nodded at his Prince, slowly. Idly, he thought that the waning light made him nervous, as the glow illuminating the back of Tezeroth through the windows made the colors of his scales vibrant. Where once the scaled demon looked like he was permanently stained in blood, like a bucket of it had been dumped over his head, now he looked freshly doused in the life-giving fluid, purple eyes glowing with intent out of his crimson face. "It was...part of my training, Sir."

"Good. The magic requirements are not complex, and I can teach you before we begin. We shall deal with this tonight."

The demon stood, with purpose, and made for the door. "Come."

"Sir? I....don't follow."

Tezeroth stopped at the door, having opened it and made to stride through. "You have enough training to work with me. I trust you to obey my orders. In short, you will be relieving your lust for what is mine, while helping me retain him."

He looked over his shoulder, eyes glimmering like dark amethysts as he looked at Season's stunned face. "And based on what the little wolfbird thinks, he'd not be adverse to your approach, nor future ones should you be adept at this task."

Here he grinned, mouth spread wider than seemed possible in the dimming light, razor-sharp white fangs glinting as candle flame sprung to life in the hallway beyond. "Should you always keep in mind who truly owns him."

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Luvian ground his muzzle into the fabric before him, whining as the soft thing was pushed further into his face, wrapping it up until he only saw the fabric, his nose snuffling in that warm, spicy musk. He'd been like this for days now, only able to lay down and bury himself in whatever Tezeroth draped him in while he was gone. A part of him wanted to return to work, wanted to go back to banging at metal, but each time he tried crawling out of the bed he found himself unable to go more than a few feet before pain would erupt along his senses. The light would be too bright, the smells too clean, the touch of the floor too rough. It all felt like sandpaper against each part of him. Things were dragged down to tingling and other emotions when Tezeroth pulled him into his lap and stroked over his head, but his Master couldn't do that all day, and part of him always wanted more. He wanted that glowing, heated belly he so adored, but every move to try and entice was met with the Prince scruffing him firmly, and wrapping him so tightly in a blanket he'd be stuck for several hours. The blankets and pillows and such, so deeply embedded with the demon's scent, were relieving, but they'd grow uncomfortable over the day, not enough of a replacement for the real thing. Mostly he tried to sleep, and hope that relief would come soon. It didn't always work, and left times like now where he was grinding his very body against the fabric and bedsheets in desperation, but it was better than pain.

The door was opened wide, and Luvian whined pleadingly as the familiar crimson and ebony form of the reptilian prince strode through. A part of him recognized that Season had come in behind, but his glassy eyes and blown-out pupils were focused on Tezeroth. He reached out a paw as the demon approached, crooning happily as his Master cradled his muzzle with one hand, the other tangling in his outstretched paw. He pressed into him, the scales cool against his burning skin, letting his body go limp as he felt a thumb begin rubbing over his cheekbone. He ignored the words of a conversation between Prince and guard, the sounds of it muffled, like coming through a wall.

"See? Completely out of it. You see my problem?"

"Yes sir." There was a muted rustle of wings from above him. Luvian ruffled his own in response.

"So....how will I go about this, Sir?"

"Are you familiar with the necessary spells?" A pause. Then the incoherent conversation continued. "Then you will take his mouth. You will begin on my mark."

There was another pause. "Are you sure, sir? I do not wish to be brash, but I am large."

"He was good at stretching before all of this, based on our first meeting, though it was not his muzzle that took me. I am relying on that, and Molok's damning spellwork to ensure his perverse ideas would work. I do not doubt the spider would have done something. We will use this against him."

"Sir."

The hand left his cheek, the other slipped from his grasp. Luvian let out another delirious noise, begging Tezeroth to stop. He'd just gotten such wonderful contact, he wanted it back! It was then the wolfbird felt his Master get onto the bed, pulling the cloth that draped over his hips and thighs while spreading his legs. The noise went from scared to excited, a croon of desire leaving him as he wiggled his rump. He was rewarded with a light slap to his rear. "Naughty little minx. Have patience, difficult though I know it will be."

Meanwhile, the wolfbird heard wet sounds from in front of him, at the foot of the bed. Looking up found Season beginning to toy with his now exposed sheath and balls. The ever-present cloth that had been at the demonic gryphon's hips now twirled around one claw, the size of what it had covered proving that it had been more for show than practicality, magic having apparently been the true concealer of the guard's utter size. He wasn't quite at Tezeroth's level, but while his Prince was pointed and spiky, the shaft before him was almost equine. Flat tipped, a thick ring about the middle. The only difference being the base that already bulged in a way familiar to his Master. Season caught him staring, and with a quick glance at the reptile behind the hybrid, grinned before letting the cloth still caught in his talons to fly free and onto Luvian's face, obscuring his vision once more.

Unlike when the gryphon had carried him home, the fabric no longer burned like strands of fire. It was not relaxing like Tezeroth's touch had been, but it was pleasant. Like a warm caress. All the while, the wolfbird snuffled at the cloth, the musk making Luvian dizzy, squirming until another smack was placed on his rump. Though this one was not in the shape of a hand. It was familiar, though. Long and ridged, draping over his backside with something dripping into the small of his back. It was quickly followed by another long, thick shaft smacking down over his covered head, the heavy rod going over his head to drool between his wings. Luvian whimpered. Dual, low laughs responded. "Good boy." Tezeroth commented. "Now open wide and take a deeeeep breath~"

Season was silent now, though the demon Prince that owned the wolfbird between them noted the look of perverse desire burning in his eyes, in the slow lick of a tongue over a beak. He let the magic flow into his fingers, letting his eyes glow with the infernal magic he commanded as he began to drag his hips back, one magic-wreathed hand grasping his shaft to guide, the other wrapping the wolfbird's tail around it like a lewd leash, the glow beginning to spread out from that point of contact.

The gryphon's talons began to glow soon after, though his eyes did not intensify their color to match. Instead, embers began to shine in the pit of his nares, fire flickering around the edges of his beak. His one set of talons copied Tezeroth, preparing to guide his shaft deep, while the other was placed against the side of Luvian's face, one finger slipping between the hybrid's lips and wedging his muzzle open. The glow began to spread out from his own hand as well, traveling over the wolfbird's head, down his neck, towards the glow of magic that emanated outward from the demon Prince. The two sets of magic met in the wolfbird's chest, right below his ribs. The two sets of infernal magics began to mingle together, making Luvian squeal in some form of emotion. Whether it was lust, pain, or something else was unimportant, as a third, poisonous purple color began to push out from that point of conflict, coming from the wolfbird's belly. To the outside observer, it was undoubtedly the deceitful, mind-altering magics Molok had implanted with his bite.

Tezeroth planted his tip against his pet's rear. He saw Season do the same, tip squishing against the parted lips of his wolfbird. It was now or never. He took a deep breath, and nodded to the corrupted gryphon.

And in a single moment, both demons pushed in.

Any noise Luvian was making was instantly silenced, cut off as the gryphon before him shoved his log of a shaft into his throat, making the hybrid's neck bulge lewdly. On the other end of the wolfbird, the Prince's own shaft was sinking between those well-used cheeks, another cock-shaped bulge forming in his pet's gut. All the while, the magic they channeled began to spark and fizzle, 'fighting' with the third magic that began its foul work.

At first, both demons were synchronized together, each pull out and shove back into the wolfbird matching in tempo. A wet SHHLLK ringing out as both cocks withdrew, and an equally as loud SHHLLRRK to follow as both sank back in, a few more inches being added to the bulges in either end each time. But eventually they changed pace. As the twin shafts began to approach each other, Season's shaft now starting its journey into Luvian's chest, Tezeroth's into the wolfbird's gut, they began to shift. As one of them pulled out, ready to stuff more of their massive lengths into the delirious, clenching form between them, the other sank in deeper. And as the former pushed in deep, the latter pulled out. In....out.....In....Out....

All the while, the trio of magics dueled, two on one. Despite the difference in strengths, sources, and the like, the insidious nature of Molok's spells was evident in how it held on, despite steadily losing the battle. Growing more concentrated, brighter, and though forced back by the dual, growing tides of Season and Tezeroth, no less determined to do its job. Almost sentient in a way, in how the sick purple glow shifted and pushed at its foes, trying to escape, to cause more havoc. But as the two males continued pouring their energy into their spell, it grew trapped, centered on Luvian's belly. Growing dimmer and dimmer until there was a loud POP, and the magic dispersed, a hiss of anger seeming to ring out from the fading purple glow as the three magics dissipated. One from failure, the other two having completed their task. Nobody noticed the faint shift as Molok's spells managed one last little trick. A change in the air was the only hint of what had been done, one buried under the stench of burgeoning lust, magical residue, and the enduring scent of demon that pervaded the entire city and the demon Prince's home.

By this point, both Tezeroth and Season were close, in both senses of the word. Their knots tapped against Luvian's face and rear with each shove forward, each time getting closer to completion. The wolfbird's jaws creaked as they stretched wider, unused to the strain, but keeping at it, even as the gryphon's hands, now free from their roles, grabbed at the ruff of fur about Luvian's neck. Roughly face-fucking the now-limp wolfbird, the loincloth that had covered his face until now slipping off, and revealing the rolled back eyes of the insensate hybrid, his eyelids fluttering as he shuddered and clenched. All the while, the Prince's own claws gripped at his wolfbird's hips, matching the corrupted male in the ruination of his pet. He knew the hybrid could handle it. He'd handled him before, after all.

The duo got closer, the satisfaction of victory aiding in their lust for climax, to see Luvian take them fully. Both the infernal avian and the demonic reptile grew faster, rougher, slamming their knots against the entrances they wished to tie, eagerly awaiting the moment when they could flood the hybrid with their combined seed. Words had not been said since that last statement by Tezeroth before they'd even begun, the Prince's eyes glowing in satisfaction and desire as he felt his knot reach the halfway mark. Just a little more.....

Season was no better off, feeling his knot scrape against teeth pleasurably, feeling that tight throat wrapped tightly about him, rippling around his equine shaft. There were not many who could take the corrupted gryphon, and he was glad the royal who commanded him had given a guard such as him the opportunity to fuck the wolfbird he'd been enamoured by. He would not waste this chance, even if he never got the opportunity to again. He felt his knot get closer, the lips of the wolfbird rubbing against the feathers of his crotch.

There was a loud noise, one that would have been unidentifiable to others, buried as it was under Tezeroth's roar and Season's screech. In an amusing twist to the two males, they'd knotted at the same time, their shafts nearly meeting in the middle of the wolfbird, the twin bulges combining into one despite that fact. Before the wolfbird's belly exploded outward as both demons came. Had the hybrid been even slightly aware, which he did not appear to be, he would have felt the hot, dense seed pouring into his guts, pushing his middle into the plush bed. The familiar light-show of the Prince bloating his pet began, the grey-furred belly glowing orange like a lamp, only dulled as it competed for space with the cum the gryphon had also been dumping down Luvian's gullet.

The gryphon's unilluminated seed, in contrast to the bright light of the Prince's, created an interesting effect in the wolfbird's gurgling belly. The glow shifting and swirling in his gut, shifting with each shift one of them made, each pump of seed deep inside him. The dual knots kept everything trapped, the muzzle Tezeroth normally had to use to keep Luvian from 'leaking' not required. Though the dual loads did lead to a larger wolfbird than normal, the two males eventually needing to use their 'handholds' to twist the hybrid about their knots until he laid on his side. By the mess that was revealed, as well as the shuddering clench about their lengths all throughout, it was quite well received.

Panting, sweat glistening on his scales, Tezeroth let himself breath out a sigh of relief, finally letting the stress of the past few days dissipate. He saw Season do the same. Taking in his pet, he snorted in laughter as he saw the current 'predicament' Luvian faced, not including his immobilizing gut. The gryphon knotting the hybrid's muzzle had forced his jaws into the demon's sheath, forcing an undiluted dose of demonic musk into the wolfbird's nose each time he took a breath. "Well, that gives me ideas for later."

The guard grinned, looking slightly sheepish, before a shift of his hips made him reconsider his mortification. "I do think he looks good with his face occupied." Looking down from that, he continued. "Especially when he's got a gut like a lava pool."

Tezeroth laughed at that, slapping the glowing belly of his wolfbird, feeling a clench in response. "He does indeed. Though having his mouth free does make it all the more adorable when I tease him about his look. Oh well, pros and cons."

Looking over at Season, he shrugged, idly testing his knot, smirking as he felt the wolfbird shake, a muffled gurgle sounding out between them as he saw the gryphon do the same. Neither of them obviously planned to pull out any time soon, especially as they still slowly dumped seed into the hybrid, but it was fun to make his pet squirm.

Thinking about things for a moment, he quickly broached another topic, all while he twisted a hand to run a quick check via spell, to make sure his wolfbird was back to normal. Well, normal for the pet of a horny demon Prince, currently knotted and bloated to immobility.

"After I deal with Molok, I have a proposition for you."

Season frowned, shifting his hips only to bite back a groan as the motion forced the wolfbird's muzzle a tiny bit further into his sheath. The lip of which was wrapped just under the hybrid's foggy, unfocused eyes. "Sir?"

Tezeroth began reading through the results of the spell, going line by line, ignoring the results that he knew were tied to Luvian's current situation. Though he had to hold back a laugh at the line that listed his pet as 'broken.' He'd recover, he always did. And he'd probably have an adorable blush on him when this whole thing got mentioned later. "My pet is yours to stuff one day every cycle, Season."

The gryphon stuttered, shocked. "S-Sir?"

Looking away from the results, the Prince raised one eye ridge at his guard. "Did I stutter?"

Season gulped. "N-No Sir! Thank you Sir!"

Grinning, Tezeroth went back to the spell results, before pausing, surprised, at the last line. "Though unfortunately it seems I will have to ask you to wait about a year."

"Sir?"

Dispelling the results, the demon prince reached out to rub over the sloshing, churning belly of his wolfbird. "It would not do, Season, for my legacy to be disrupted." Letting a wide smile spread his lips, he wondered how he'd reward his wolfbird for this little gift. Maybe a seat at his side when he took the crown? He'd have to coordinate with his father.

"He will soon be heavy with eggs, after all."