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Deep urges. Being a lord of darkness often leads to succumbing to them, without looking at the consequences even if it could end with hurting his mortal shell. But thoughts aside, Mr. Pickles had something much more important thing to do, right here and there. Even if 'there' meant Mrs. Goodman's bedroom.

The somewhat adorable-looking looking mostly black-haired dog entered the room, immediately approaching the drawers and searching for the pieces of clothing he needed for his next step. With no trouble, the demonic canine found a sizable pair of pink bras and a pair of panties, freshly washed. While standing on their hind legs and with unusual dexterity, Mr. Pickles effortlessly put on both undergarments, before staring at his reflection in a nearby standing mirror.

That image filled his mind with sudden erotic thoughts he expected, forcing his paw to travel towards his hind thighs where his sheath was located. Observing himself in a woman's underwear, Mr. Pickles suddenly groped both of his hanging balls, massaging them with his digits while panting heavily. Even before dressing up, his arousal went through the roof so at that very moment, he could just explode with lust and depravity.

Mr. Pickles steps back slightly with his session, focusing long focus on the caretaker's bra, now around his chest. Pretending that he has actual breasts, the demonic dog groped both round parts of the undergarment, thinking to himself how sizable and slightly sagging tits he has, demanding attention. He barked in appreciation, satisfied with that imagined scenario.

Something was happening inside Mr. Pickles' pink panties, stirring and hardening more with each passing minute. Already aroused spawn from hell had to take care of this eventually, but he still wanted to look at his reflection. Mr. Pickles turned around and bent over, staring directly at raised behind, while a string of woman's underwear caught itself in the dog's asscrack.

Excited even more by that image, he used his paws to once more wander towards the dog's warm crotch, starting to jerk off that throbbing piece of thick flesh, occasionally grazing his digits along the dangling ball sack. Mr. Pickles' very own tail hole made him visibly hornier, barely covered by the thin material.

But then he realized that his masturbation sensation looked pretty mundane to him. Mr. Pickles tried to roughly beat that meat, which finally emerged out of his sheath, deeply red and fleshy. After poking out of underwear, the rock-hard organ spurted out several thick drops of pre-cum, but it still wasn't enough for him. Feeling frustrated, the demon stroked his canine cock violently, wanting it burst with seed and his flesh.

And when it seemed that his plan failed, Mr. Pickles abruptly stopped in his tracks, looking deep into the eyes of his reflection. They turned bright red as if he gazed into portals of hell itself, burning with eternal flames. The inviting and immense power filled him not only with more of already strong sexual urges but also enough determination to fulfill his destiny.

"Goroth zulkash nashraal krazul. Tharkul rathgar zarkul mathraal!" It wasn't any of mortal languages or anything that could be comprehended by their puny minds. But Mr. Pickles continued with his chant, letting demonic powers overwhelm his vulnerable shell. It lengthened his razor-sharp teeth, made his snout longer, and most importantly, made his muscles stronger. Even if he looked mostly exactly like before, internally he was a different being, able to do non-imaginable.

After returning to his dark deeds, Mr. Pickles growled out loud and grasped his meaty pole harder, sinking claws into flesh. With each stroke, the canine's cock throbbed with anticipation and pain, dripping down its length tiny droplets of crimson fluid, eventually staining the caretaker's pink underwear. But he didn't care about the mortal world anymore or even his current body. No, he had to reach the ultimate enlightenment.

Panting heavily like a regular dog, Mr. Pickles let his saliva drop onto the wooden floor, along with occasional droplets of blood. Getting more violent, he focused solely on the motion of his paws, ignoring the signs that something was happening to his muscles. They tensed up visibly, before suddenly shaking, as if they were close to tearing themselves.

Even after he strained his hind legs, Mr. Pickles still stood in front of the mirror, trying to reach the violent and potentially bloody climax. The demonic's dogs expanded wide, sliding out pink panties and dangling heavily between his limbs. His hand went back inside the caretaker's underwear, rubbing the base of his thickening cock, not caring if he'll need to tear apart that piece of insignificant meat.

Suddenly, his powerful paws shredded entire panties, exposing himself to the world once again, now staring at his sweaty and partially bloody-stained junk. With a louder growl, the red-eyed canine used both of his paws to jerk himself off, slowly scraping thin pieces of bloody flesh out of quivering organ spurting long ropes of pink fluid, his pre-cum mixed with other fluids.

Overwhelmed with unspeakable power, Mr. Pickles was slowly losing pieces of his mortal shell, although it didn't stop his violent motions even remotely. After losing thick layers of his hair, Mr. Pickles ignored the fact that his bulging-out muscles were completely exposed as if he could turn into a bloody mess any minute now. Only the Enlightenment mattered.

He dug much deeper into his shaking dick, masturbating with both paws and oozing copious amounts of pink and thicker pre-cum, as if strains of his balls got into his fluids. If Mr.Pickles focused on his reflection, he could see his simultaneously expanding and tensing up testicles, pumping out his precious seed but at the cost of their flesh.

"Shagraal lashgor sharzul shazraal. Varkul marthar markul varzraal!" Mr. Pickles shouted, still speaking tongues. Unable to stop himself, the demonic dog finally reached his long-awaited climax. With each powerful throb of devastated meat, his cock spurted gigantic amounts of potent seed mixed with dark red blood, ending on the mirror before him, covering his reflection with powerful fluids. But just mere moments later, his cum visibly thickened, barely able to get out through the urethra, dripping onto the floor.

Mr. Pickles spurted out nothing else but teared-up pieces of his life-giving organs, his testicles which were turned into bloody and cum-stained pulp. But instead of feeling shocked about this horrifying outcome, the demon needed more. Much more. While his cock still shot out several more ropes of fluids mixed with flesh, the devil in the dog's body humped the air before him, pushing his devastated cock inside the invisible and non-existing target.

Surrounded by his essence, Mr. Pickles couldn't feel more fulfilled after achieving the unreachable. Even if he continuously and on four legs had to continuously do humping motions, so be it. After all, it wasn't the end just yet but a mere beginning, when Mr. Pickles still oozed massive amounts of fluids mixed with flesh, along with slowly emptying the ball sack when its contents ended up on the floor below. A tribute to dark powers.