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Something was very wrong. It had been since they arrived together, but what began as an unsettling feeling on their respective skin had grown into full blown chaos. Keedee held onto Abigail's hand. It was the only thing keeping her safe as fires broke out, screams cut through the aggressively pounding music, and strange, disturbing figures stalked the crowd. There had always been something odd about that doe. She was a light in the darkness on a dreary day with her cheerful and slightly mysterious energy, and basking there in the shelter of Abby’s apparent magical spell, Kee finally understood why.

Within that dome, they were as good as invisible to the very real demons and horrors menacing the mortals on the dance floor. The hyena’s eyes jumped from one depraved scene to another. Panic was certainly among the many emotions she was feeling in that moment. Horrible things were happening to innocent people. Some of it, she had to look away from the moment she saw it. But not all of it was bad. Not all of the screams she heard were the result of terror. There were gasps and moans as well, as bodies pressed close and casual club-goers experienced pleasures beyond anything ever meant for mortal bodies. The fear and lust was exactly the kind of thing that got the hyena absolutely soaking wet beyond anything regular arousal could ever cause.

Abby meanwhile, remained focused. She didn’t even appear especially bothered by the turn of events. Maybe that was just a mask of pure concentration. Keedee didn’t know magic worked, but she could feel the effort somehow. She kept scanning the crowd, hoping she didn’t see anyone familiar. That would be too awful to watch. While she didn’t get her wish, when she eventually recognized someone amid the sea of writhing, thrusting, screaming bodies, they weren’t in any sort of danger.

“Is that ... Mez?” she blurted, unable to hold it in. It was better than breaking into the nervous laughter she’d been barely holding back for minutes straight.

Kee was only faintly familiar with the pretty hound of a shopkeeper. She’d dipped in just to check the place out and make a little conversation, and always felt a little bad about leaving without buying anything. At the time, she’d assumed those cute magical trinkets were nothing more than decoration, and they didn’t really suit her style. She was swiftly learning there was so much more about the world she didn’t know that night.

All that thought was a matter of distracting herself from what she was really seeing. Mez had an aura about her, too. Even in Kee’s limited acquaintance, she had felt that. It was a whole different feeling from what Abby gave her, and it made so much more sense when the hyena laid eyes upon the horrifyingly transformed body of what was assuredly a hellhound. Or worse.

Mez stood vastly taller than ever, cloaked in a wreath of flame. It helped highlight the spikes and horns that adorned her body, dancing over her curves of her monstrous figure. Glowing from within with hellfire in her eyes and a monstrous green light that shone right through her skin, she looked at most part canine by that point. Her fangs were interlocked in a nightmare grin, some as thick as tusks, splitting her face much too far back. She dragged a massive, segmented tail behind her almost like a scorpion’s stinger, with a curved tip that made Kee cross her legs just to look at it. An eye upon the hellhound’s chest, just above her breasts, scanned back and forth through the crowd. That was when the teeth upon the hound’s belly stirred, opening and closing a few times in a wet gnash, seemingly guarding the entrance to the void itself.

Kee figured it was okay to stare. She squeezed Abby’s hand a little tighter, lost in the shock of seeing someone she thought she knew transformed like that. That was when those three eyes swivelled her way. She yipped. Abby jolted a little too, startled by the sudden sound, or maybe something else. She didn’t lose her concentration on the protective barrier, or Kee didn’t think she did at least. Either it wasn’t working as well anymore, or it had never been powerful enough to hide them from [i]everyone[/i]. Mez was definitely making her way over.

It involved shoving some people out of her way to get there. That hardly interrupted the fucking or other indulgences going on in the crowd. Yet Mez only had eyes for the two safely trapped girls in their invisible bubble. She stood before them, towering above, and simply put her hands on her hips, putting herself on full display. Kee already wanted to reach out and touch, no matter how spiky the transformed hound might have been. She glanced to the side briefly to see Abby biting her lip as well.

When that wasn’t enough to immediately drop Abby’s guard and break her focus, Mez lifted up that great, thick tail. It could bend and twist in such sinister ways, with each segment acting independently like that. Stroking the tip along that invisible barrier was a good way to demonstrate the stiffness of that curved tip, and the way it positively [i]oozed[/i] some thick, viscous substance. Keedee watched it dripping in front of her, wondering if it truly was what it looked like.

“Hello girls. I believe we’ve met before,” Mez said. Her voice was immediately familiar, despite the altered form. It sounded almost more like a recording, exiting from those toothy jaws. “I’d hoped I might find you here tonight, before anyone else did. Smart move keeping yourselves hidden.”

“About that.” Abby seemed surprisingly calm in contrast to Kee’s wiggling. The hyena watched her to try to follow her example. “We should be completely invisible to demons right now. And yet, here you are.”

Mez’s voice was friendly, even warm. “Oh, you’re correct on that. The spell is working great. I’ve always been more of a devil, though. An important distinction.”

As she spoke, the undeniably phallic tip of her tail gave a little flex.

“I could break in there and take what I want, certainly. That hardly seems fair to me. I will wait, and allow you to make your own decisions. Discuss among yourself freely.”

Her grin somehow got even wider in saying that. There was a side of her that was still gentle, like the shopkeeper they both knew. Yet even as she spoke, the flames were burning brighter. Her inner glow was lighting up with the surge of power and anticipation running through her hell-shaped body. Abby slowly turned to look at the hyena, her eyes wide, her cheeks hot.

“Kee ... I don’t know if I can hold this up much longer.”

“Maybe you ... shouldn’t.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Exactly.”

“Hmmmm. [i]Hmf.[/i]” Abby flinched as if pained, looking up and down the beast before her. Then she gave a single nod. “I see your point.”

Taking a long, deep sigh, Abby relaxed her muscles and let the sanctuary collapse, much to the grinning delight of the devil above them. Of course, she always looked like that. Whether her apparently glee was a sign of regrets to come, Abby and Kee were going to find out. Two large, clawed hands reached for them to pluck them up into the air with ease, clutching them each around the waist and keeping them close, holding them like toys. Perhaps that was all they were to the devil dog.

“Good choice. I’m going to show you something you’ll never forget.”

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The lights were blinding, and the combination of pulsing bass and constant screams was deafening once the two of them were fully exposed to the chaos outside of Abby’s holy protection. That didn’t last long. Neither of them saw Mez change anything. The devil dog didn’t need to cast a spell to keep them protected from the common hellspawn. She simply willed it, and everything was quiet again, but for the muffled sound of hell breaking loose all around them. For better or worse, they were alone with her.

Keedee couldn’t keep herself from flinching when she saw that forked tongue lashing out from between Mez’s fangs. It struck her like a serpent, coiling about her throat. She squirmed a little, reaching up as if to tug at it, but instead found herself simply stroking along its slick surface. The devil’s drool was tingly to the touch. Feeling it soaking into her fur as Mez slurped a collar of spit upon the hyena even made Kee giggle a little. She was wetter than ever, when she already thought she’d reached her absolute limit. Her pussy quivered just to know that frightful beast was tasting her.

“Is it really still you in there?” she murmured, not expecting to be heard.

“Mmhmm. I remember you, Kee. You were so sweet to me. Now I get to [i]have[/i] you.”

The hyena outright moaned at that, biting her lip with embarrassment afterwards, speaking even most softly. “I think I like that thought.”

As for Abby, she was shaking considerably less, but not for lack of excitement. A curl of that long tail around her upper body let Mez constrict the doe like a snake. Abby gave a little huff, even a little bleat of pleasure with every squeeze of those segments, kneading inwards on her soft form, but never crushing her. A quick brush of the tip against her cheek was enough to leave a streak of those fragrant juices all over her fur. She turned her head to get her lips on it without even being told. What looked initially like a stinger was something much more enticing - stiff, and faintly pulsing under the attention of the doe’s kindly kisses.

That tongue seemed to have no end, when Mez kept sliding it out to slithered down the hyena’s body and curl beneath her clothes. Somehow, it was nimble enough to start stripping her down, garment by garment, so that the hound could richly slobber on those bare, tasty spots. Kee was well aware of just how much [i]flavour[/i] she was sharing with the devil dog, and how much it seemed to be making that saliva flow all over her fur, but she didn’t care. It felt good to writhe and grind in that wet grasp, and it felt even better when that tongue pried her panties from her drenched folds and dipped between her thighs to take an even more intimate taste.

Wriggling, stroking, pleasuring her from every angle, Mez got her tongue basted in juices at the very first swipe. When she persisted, she left Keedee shaking in her constricting tongue, scream-laughing when she wasn’t just whooping out her moans. The hyena’s eyes were watering with the sheer pleasure she was experiencing. Mez felt a gush of juices when she plunged inside to feel those walls pumping around her tongue. She couldn’t tell if it was a quick orgasm or Kee reaching an even greater level of arousal than ever before, but she offered her grin along with a hot, sultry breath in Kee’s face.

“Mmm. Just as I’d hoped. You girls are both [i]soaked[/i] tonight, aren’t you?”

Kee just gave a few sharp giggles before slapping her hand over her mouth. The answer was obvious. Abby didn’t make any sign of hearing. She gave a frankly whorish moan that would have sounded scandalous to anyone who knew her as the bright, innocent doe she seemed at first. It came with her wrapping her lips around that tailcock without a second thought. Or perhaps any thoughts at all. The taste spilling over her tongue as those fluids started flowing down her throat left that pretty deer with her brown eyes rolling back, out of focus and damp as she obsessively sucked, getting more pleasure out of it than she was even giving, by the muffled sounds she made.

“That’s good,” Mez said, with a small chuckle. Aside from being slightly more booming, her voice remained familiar. “And I’m going to take advantage of that. You’re so warm, so wet, so [i]fertile.[/i] The perfect vessels for my seed.”

Kee’s eyes strayed downwards when she managed to uncross them. She couldn’t help but notice a distinct smoothness between the devil-beast’s own thighs. Maybe that tail alone was enough to breed them with - though she didn’t have to wonder for long. As effortlessly as breathing, the monstrous hound clutching her and eating her out manifested a thick, hefty canine cock. It didn’t grow so much as it simply [i]was[/i], because she willed it.

Kee wondered if she blinked and missed some detail, because in an instant it was throbbing, veins taut, showing off a set of surely stimulating ridges to go with its knotted shape. The bulb pulsed at the base, resting atop a pair of heaving nuts that flexed taut over and over with the tension running through the entire thing. Of course the hyena was drooling when she saw just how much was dripping from the tip.

“First, a taste. You deserve one too, Keedee. You’re a good girl, aren’t you? Tell me if you are.”

“Mmmmghghgh ... “ Kee said, as if trying to make the verbal equivalent of smashing on her keyboard.

Mez was of no assistance. She kept on tickling the yeen’s clit with both forks of her tongue, speaking with perfect clarity despite that.

“Hmmm. I suppose you’re not then. That’s a shame, if you were - “

“I’m good! Hnnnnnnf, I’m such a good girl,” Kee blurted with whimpering desperation.

She side-eyed Abby just to see if the doe saw that shameful display. There was no acknowledgement from the doe, whose throat was outright bulging with how much tailcock she was stuffing deep in her throat. The more Abby sucked it, the fatter the knot sticking out from the base grew, pulsing against her lips as she sloppily made out with it. The bobs of her head got more vigorous, leaving her pigtails swaying with every lunge. Mashing her lips and nose up against that tailcock knot as if to simply ram it into her mouth didn’t have immediate results, but the slick results left juices drizzling down her exposed just as well.

“That’s right. I knew you were. And you get a treat.”

Mez had a way of talking down to the hyena that made Kee blush without making her all fussy and defiant. She looked up into those eyes again - the original pair and then the extra one - and found herself slipping deeper and deeper inch aching, dripping need. There was heat and then there was whatever she was in. It was all her seasons at once. Every single muscle in her body was working at once to keep her vibrating, with laughter and otherwise. All Mez needed was her tongue to keep Kee in place, slowly turning her upside down to dangle with her hair in her face and her mouth open wide for what she was sure was coming. Kee knew for a fact that she deserved it.

With her hands free, Mez was free to strip the deer down just as efficiently as she had the hyena. Not that she couldn’t have just added some extra limbs to her form if she considered it necessary. Tugging but never tearing, she let that tight top and suggestively short skirt fall to the side, fluttering down to the distant floor while she gripped the doe tight and close. Content to watch her work, slowly bobbing that tail into her face, fucking that warm mouth, rubbing against those newly bare tits, Mez put out such a productive mess that she soon had the deer’s whole front side as soaked as her palate in those potent juices, pumping out more and more of that addictive essence. Abby’s sucked as if starved, the muffled moans turning truly depraved as they mixed in with those the natural calls of an excited deer, all bleats and grunts.

Kee couldn’t see a thing in that position, keeping her slavering anticipation rising and rising as she inched closer to that hot, viciously throbbing devil cock. Whether intentional or not, she was delighted that Mez’s aim wasn’t perfect as she smothered close to the base of that shaft, sticking her snout straight between those two plump, potent nuts. Taking a long, deep sniff was enough to suppress some of the squirms that had overtaken her body. In place of wriggling, she allowed herself to relax, to let herself be completely intoxicated and mindblanked by the sweetness of the scent flooding her nose with every needy, open-mouthed huff.

Mez let Kee have her fun there, drunkenly breathing the devil inside until tugged ever so slightly away. She got no resistance from the hyena. Kee understood exactly what she needed to do the moment she felt that cock smoothly gloss against her lips and leave them shiny. She opened up and latched on, hungrily, messily, with zero care for her own dignity. If she was a weepy-eyed, drooling, moaning slut about it, all the better. Abby already had a head start, but she fully intended to catch up with that doe with the vigour of her diving, eager lunges to get as much of that cock in her throat at once.

Maybe she was a touch too enthusiastic. Choking herself on it and backing off to cough and gag, she dangled and swayed in the grasp of Mez’s tongue. The devil dog at least allowed her the chance to recover. The hyena’s breath remained shaky after a few seconds, coughing up some precum, but the shakes were starting again. She needed her fix. Whining and wiggling back and forth, she fussed until she got her treat again. This time she took it nice and slowly, sliding down on that shaft inch by inch, suckling and tasting the whole way, swiping her tongue all around its surface. The ridges were every bit as stimulating as she hoped, massaging her tongue and then her throat on the way past her lips, leaving her swallowing and gulping around them as if her gullet itself was going to hit orgasm.

Transformed, empowered devil though she might have been, Mez wasn’t immune to pleasure. Much the opposite, she soaked up so much from those enthralled ladies that she couldn’t help her own moans. They barked and bellowed out of her - from her jaws and belly-maw alike, filling their isolated pocket of the room with the sound. There were still shadows all around the trio, but none of them mattered. Worshipping the devil dog herself was a purpose Abby and Kee shared as if it was their whole reality, and they didn’t even need to see or hear each other to sync up into a perfect feral rhythm, bouncing and bobbing, sucking those cocks until their tits were bouncing with the effort. Breathlessly [i]glurking[/i] all that devil dick down to the knots, they kissed and sucked around those bulbs until they found the combined strength to take them all at once.

It might have been dangerous to get that much cock wedged in their throats all at once, but Mez wasn’t going to let their brave gestures go unappreciated. Her body surged, flames rising, but the pair remained unburnt. Such a deadly form though it may have been, it only harmed those Mez wished to harm. There wasn’t a scratch on either Kee or Abby’s bodies. Nor did she choke them out when she pushed forth and penetrated even deeper, pressing those thick bulbs past two sets of lips and teeth, locking inside those drooling mouths to muffle all their moans and huffs. Each of her abruptly loyal attendants remained latched on, nursing from their throat-bulging treats.

Pulses ran all the way down Mez’s tail, flexing every segment, making it jump and twitch, shoving her tailcock straight down the deer’s throat. Abby kept sucking, refusing to lose her focus. She swallowed that devil spunk like she was born for it. Mez didn’t see an ounce of concern in those warm, watery eyes for what it might do to her holy body. From what the devil knew of the doe’s god, it was hardly blasphemy to indulge herself like that anyway. The notion of defiling such a precious thing was a pleasure nonetheless, keeping Mez snarling as she drained a shocking excess of cum straight into Abby’s growing belly.

The smaller of the girls had to work even harder to swallow everything she got from that twitching tap, especially dangling upside down. She showed off some fancy throatwork, gulping it all straight up into her belly, letting that slightly spotty gut expand against the tongue wrapped around her. Squeezing the knot between the roof of her mouth and her tongue, she made sure to milk that cock as deeply as she could, no matter how much it overwhelmed her. Drops of seed dripped from her lips, or even overflowed from her nose, all drizzling down the devil’s nuts until Mez was satisfied with how well her toys drained her.

For as solidly knotted as she might have felt, all she had to do was pull back and all bodies obeyed her, including her own. Two succulent pops preceded a sloppy display of panting and coughing. Abby shook it off a little faster, though she still gave some inelegant hacks and snorts in the process, drooling Mez’s cum over her tits. When Kee seemed to struggle, the deer’s eyes gave a brief flicker, and she murmured something between gasps. The subtle energy certainly didn’t go undetected, but Mez permitted it. There was nothing wrong with helping a friend recover a little faster.

Slowly setting the pair down when they were steady enough to stand, with a little support from her hands on their shoulder, Mez left them dripping and still drooling, staring up at the horror of her form with wide, glassy eyes. Some of the lights were out, but there was still plenty of energy left in each of them. She knew exactly how to bring it out. Giving them each a little squeeze that came with an unmistakable flex of her cock in front of their faces, she spoke a soft, casual offer.

“Would either of you like to dance with me?”

It was just the spark Keedee needed to utterly ignite. She got so visibly wet it looked like she came at the mere suggestion. Bouncing up and down, biting her lip, she somehow managed to contain her excitement long enough to glance over at Abby and see if the doe wanted to go first. A short nod of approval from the deer was all the permission she needed to give.

“Me! Mememememe! Please!” The hyena’s giggles started, and they simply didn’t stop. “I’ve always wanted to dance with a devil that sounds so cool ohmigod ...”

Mez’s grin, already the stuff of nightmares, grew even broader. She showed off every single fang, and yet the hyena girl didn’t hesitate. With one hand, Mez guided Kee onto the middle of the dance floor, waving those claws to casually brush away anyone who happened to be in her way with the other. Whether mortal or demon, all were quick to stand aside at Mez’s command. Kee only saw shadows. She was safe as long as she belonged to the fiery hound. The music was muffled in that little pocket, but it rose when Mez raised a hand and made a brief gesture, changing the track to something that better suited her tastes.

All those pounding, depraved rhythms were fine for demons and their manic fucking. She desired something more devilish, something with dignity to go with the bass. An elegant, if still heavy song was the perfect thing to intertwine her body with the small, eager mortal. Kee took hold of a claw and let herself twirl beneath it, swaying in and out, dipping between Mez’s legs, pressing up against a thigh, even daring to find a spot that wasn’t as spiky to grind on. The devil’s part was to absorb all that affection and excitement, watching the naked spotty wiggle herself to exhaustion, feeling the music in every single aspect of her being. She clasped that tail and even licked it, fearing nothing but the absence of the hellish one whose acquaintance she was so happy to finally make, for real.

Of course, even a devil wasn’t without her distractions and desires. That naked form was already pleasingly glazed with cum, but she could be so much messier, and her belly so much more swollen. Mez got a delightful whoop from Kee when she couldn’t resist any longer and simply wrapped that girl up again - this time with her tail, constricting those spots to snatch her from the floor in the middle of the fun. The hyena was still wiggling in 4/4 time, and Mez wasn’t about to deny her the dance she so desperately wanted to have.

With the grip of her tail snug around the hyena’s upper half, she gave a fearsome snarl as she shoved that soaked cunt down on her dick all at once. There was no seduction required with someone who was near screaming with lust. One thrust was all it took to bury herself in the slick, needy, quivering folds of that perfectly soft sex. Even a devil needed to moan out loud at that sensation. The sound shook Mez’s surroundings and scattered the crowd a little further, turning into a savage snarl by the end. Kee didn’t flinch. She was already trying to jam herself down on that knot, as if to make absolutely certain she got every single drop of that precious seed.

The taste was still so intense on the hyena’s tongue. She was humping, grinding, bouncing on that bulb to test the strength of her sex. Even if she wasn’t even close to getting it inside her yet, the blunt impact did enough to make her keep trembling within, to keep her milking and kneading on that hound cock. Everything she did, she did in rhythm, and so Mez made sure to keep that beat while she fucked the adorably overexcited thing.

A squeeze of her tail an almost leathery noise, and she started swinging her hips to every kick, every thump sending another shockwave through the hyena’s body, bulging her with the immense outline of that canine cock stuffed so deep inside her body, stretching her womb, already spurting an excess of juices. In a heat like that, a few drops of devilish prejizz was probably enough to breed her full of countless hellspawn, but Mez was not in the mood for moderation, nor anything less than absolute certainty. That hyena was [i]hers.[/i]

Plunging, pounding, and pumping that pussy full of devil dick, mating with that squirming mortal faster and faster came with the building tones all around the pair. Mez raised her claws as if summoning up infernal instruments from the pit itself. The grip of her tail was all she needed to keep Keedee where she was - and to tug her up and down like the spotty sleeve she’d become. The swing of Mez’s hips and the strokes of her grasping tail coincided for maximum impact on that small, but surprisingly sturdy body. The hound wasn’t even offering any sort of unholy assistance to Kee’s stamina. She could simply take it, and for that she deserved a taut, sloshing belly and a few dozen devil seeds planted in her womb.

Even as her body began to falter into exhaustion and awe alike, Kee still pulsed to the rhythm of the impending drop. All grew more intense around her as the light show kicked up and the flames around her grew all the brighter. She was sweating but never burning, pleasantly sweltering where she was impaled on a cock far too big for her body. It didn’t stop her from soaking it all up, from riding the colossal sound and sensations to a climax that had her shrieking with laughter so depraved it could have passed for demonic.

Maybe she was getting that much less mortal when she squirted on the fat cock stuffed inside her and got filled up with the resulting splatters and gushes of a thick, potent devil cumshot. Her belly expanded in an instant, and then stayed that size when she started overflowing. Mez let it flow over her knot at first, painting its way down her balls and her thighs, and then wrenched back to throw everything into one more thrust - still perfectly on beat, of course. She knotted that giggling girl and stretched her out like a condom, pushing her to the absolute limit, but never breaking her. At least not physically.

Where the hyena’s laughter had started out natural, if somewhat vicious for such a cute thing, she was falling into dazed, shaken chuckles by the time those nuts started pumping against the folds of her sex. By then, she didn’t even know what orgasm she was on anymore. Neither did Mez. She filled that girl and left her twitching, but that smile never left the hyena’s face. It was a drooling, dumb one, but a cute one nonetheless. Holding her there, softly squeezing her with that tail, and then ever so slowly [i]schlurrrrrrping[/i] her off that knot and the rest of that hound cock didn’t get much more of a response out of her either, but Mez knew Kee would be fine.

Slowly setting the hyena down atop the blinking floor lights, she might have run the risk of the cum-puddle of a yeen getting trampled by the other dances, every single figure retained a respectful distance. They weren’t about to touch a mortal who had been so thoroughly claimed by a devil. With a few immensely lewd strokes of her cock to squeeze out a few more thick splashes of seed over the spotty pelt of their possession, Mez made it abundantly clear whose the hyena was by the scent she carried. Kee marinated in all that cum as she sprawled out as if for a nap, never quite drifting off but certainly going blank trying to put her mind back together. The music pulsed on, and she couldn’t manifest so much as a wiggle.

Snapping her head to the side to fixate once more on the deer made Mez’s eyes blaze yet brighter once more. She knew the desires of her chosen playthings well. With Kee, a little music and movement was exactly what got the spotty girl ready to give up everything and belong to something greater. For the quiet, kindly doe, so gentle on the surface, there was a kink that she so rarely got to indulge. Mez could smell it on her. She was still a deer, still full of those flighty instincts, and few things got her heart pounding more than a [i]chase[/i].

Cracking her neck side to side, Mez kept her gaze blazing at Abby as if to set her aflame with a stare alone. She could have, but that was far from her intent. Instead, she lowered herself down onto all fours, raising her tail like a scorpion's, ready to sting. A barking, snarling rumble resonated out of her and over the dance floor like a shockwave. There was a clear tunnel in the crowd between the two of them. Abby only had moments to contend with that blend of trust and fear she felt and decide what to do before she leapt up and flung herself over the bar with her tail flagged high in alarm.

Mez breathed in the scent of heightened lust coming from the doe, tasting it out of the air with a lash of her forked tongue, and then began the hunt. It was to be a short one, bounding like a beast to leap above the crowd and clear the bar in a single lunge. She gnashed and drooled the whole time, playing up those snarls, putting out some raspy, hellish noises that were sure to set Abby off all the more intensely. The deer was struggling so hard not to just drop down to her knees and touch herself. Instead, she broke from her compromised hiding spot and took off at an impressive speed. Mez even let her make some distance.

A lash of her tail and her tongue alike was all she needed to secure her a fresh, excited doe. She dragged Abby back over the bar to where they’d first met, slurping and squeezing her alike. As much as that deer resisted being caught, there was a little something missing from her struggles, a lack of true desperation. It wasn’t to say the fear had completely vanished, but that made the cock in her mouth taste all the better when Mez snatched her by the pigtails, brushing over her head with long claws, and shoved her down until that knot smacked against her lips.

Sucking in an instant, gulping with the desperation of getting all those built up urges out, Abby was content to let the devil bend her over and bind her hands behind her so that tail could find its mark beneath that cute little tail. Mez gave a few intentionally clumsy lunges to start, spanking those pert cheeks with her tailcock. Then she got it snug between those cheeks and simply rubbed up and down, taking in the curves of that fine ass for herself. When she finally got to the spot, pushing up against those tender folds and spreading them apart for the same shaft Abby had so obediently sucked, she got that doe moaning around all the devil meat in her mouth, but never faltering.

Mez had chosen two exceptional mortals to play with that night. While they may not have been the most outwardly powerful, their will to keep going and endure everything a horny devil could dish out truly impressed the hound. It was no reason to go easy on them. Much the opposite, they stuffed their tail in so firmly they knotted Abby all at once through sheer blunt force. The deer paused, mouth agape with a cock resting on her outstretched tongue, eyes shining as if to weep. It was far from despair on that face though, and the clenching grip of her cunt on that thick, tying bulge said as much.

The way she was squeezing, it was like she intended to keep that cock right where it was, to simply milk it with her constant contractions while she sucked the one between the hound-devil’s thighs to a finish. Mez wasn’t about to let the doe assert herself that much. She felt the muffled cries on her cock more than she heard them as she wrenched back and popped that knot free in a single tug. Lingering on that moment, letting the juices flow all over her tail, she simply soaked up the sucks until Abby was ready for more.

Another plunge, another [i]POP[/i], and Mez could start the indescribably slick process of knot-fucking that deer pussy. It meant stretching Abby out even more with every single thrust of her tail - and there was strength with all those segments working together, flexing forth to slam deep inside the body, letting that outline in the deer’s belly be clear down to every bulging vein. Abby could handle it. And if she couldn’t, she was rather adept at restoring herself, Mez knew. The devil’s spitroast was far brutal for the average wide-eyed clubgoer to handle, but Abby was far more than that.

The holy doe had handled demons and other horrors and came out unbroken and uncorrupted. Mez felt her flickering on those cocks, fading a little with every suck and every sloppy [i]schluck[/i] of that spurting, squirting knotfuck. She was juicing the doe dry, forcing her to linger in the vicinity of orgasm when she wasn’t outright gushing for the devil dog. Mez couldn’t help a wicked chuckle when she saw doe struggling to even deal with that much pleasure. Ecstasy of the mind and body so intense it was close to making her forget her own identity wasn’t something she could just heal away.

Whether she was going to break or not, she was definitely getting bred. Mez’s devilish seed was potent enough she probably could have knocked up that doe just by fucking her mouth to a finish, but she wasn’t going to stop there. One more swinging lunge to squeeze the soft deer’s spine a little, to slam her between the full force of two mighty thrusts at once, and Mez double-knotted the holy girl. Jamming that thick thing all the way down Abby’s throat to truly test her, ramming so deeply inside she tied with the doe’s very womb, she howled and she roared with the sort of bliss even a devil like her couldn’t deny. Abby earned every single second of the impending flood for feeling so good to fuck and ruin.

They could both already feel that seed taking. Any more was pushing into the territory of sheer overkill. Maybe even dangerous. That didn’t stop the devil, nor did the deer show any sign of slowing down. She milked those cocks with subtle yet effective squirms and squeezes, pushing herself into the one between her legs, sucking the other as deeply as possible. No matter how obscene those bulges might have been, no matter how much her mortal form was being tested and stretched to the limit, she still wanted more. Perhaps she was confident she could heal herself out of the consequences of pushing too far, perhaps she simply didn’t care.

Pumping hard, plunging deep, and locking inside, keeping the doe folded and bent over to take those cocks all the way, Mez gave another of those venue-shaking roars before breaking into a fittingly canine howl. She erupted hard, delighting in defiling that holy one, in painting that pure thing devilish white, inside and out. Abby swelled and overflowed, barely managing to keep together, but the constant, powerful climax shooting through her body and gushing out of her made it all so very worth it.

Mez kept it up even as the moment slowed, carefully sliding in and out to add that much more stimulation, to milk out that much more pleasure for herself and her new breeding pet alike. Of course, a devil like her could have kept going. There was no need to rest or recover even from that belly-bloating cumshot, even after turning Abby halfway to spunk herself. Mez still had some mercy in her body. She let those knots slip out when the doe finally relaxed, leaving her to drool and moan, sounding so supremely empty for how full she was.

Keedee remained untouched in the middle of the crowd despite not moving since Mez left her there. With the deer still firmly in her grasp, the devil hound darted over to sweep up what was hers. One hand for each of those creamed toys, with claws wrapped over their shoulders to keep them comfortably sprawled on her palm, and she regarded them each in turn, staring deep into their souls. It was such a pleasure to watch the corruption take.

Yet for as thoroughly as she had dominated those mortals, she was still a devil, not a demon. It would have been ever so easy to simply carry them both away, enslaved in body and mind without ever agreeing to such a contract, but there was so much more pleasure to be had in drawing up a contract. That could come with time. Mez wanted them to be fully cognizant when they signed it, or as best they could with her taking care of them at least. In the meantime, they maintained that stare. Kee and Abby alike swore she was fixated solely on one of them, speaking directly into their minds.

“Shall I take you out of here? You will be safe with me. And I always need more help around the shop.” Her voice was surprisingly calm when they merely heard it internally, as if that side of her had already changed back to the hound they knew.

Neither of them so much as glanced at each other before they began nodding their heads in perfect unison, their expressions mirrors of each other’s dazed, drooling, huffing displays. Perhaps Mez wasn’t being entirely fair. Merely looking at mortals in that form tended to put them into a deep, obedient trance. But only when they truly wanted it, deep inside. She couldn’t help what she was, or the effects she had on such sweet, fuckable things. If she was to be their new purpose, she would accept them with all the greed a devil desired, and keep their minds too blank to ever have second thoughts.

A growing grin, and she began to carry them off, letting the cum pour from their shaken bodies, trickling between her claws. The crowd parted around her without losing a step in their own indulgences. She passed by scenes of fucking, of devouring, and more, but none dared reach for the pair in her grasp. Bred dumb and corrupted from within, smelling so sweetly of devil seed, the holy doe and the dancer yeen vanished through the doors to begin their dark new lives.

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Such a statement implied they were going to retain the capacity to remember after she was done with them. By those looks of lustful hunger, tongue lashing out, dripping with apparent need, that looked less likely by the moment. Of course there was fear in their eyes. Yet all they had to do was to look deeply into her own. Such a thing didn’t come naturally, of course. Abby knew the dangers, and yet she found herself ever so easily allured, enchanted by the thought of locking gazes with the devil hound herself. It was so much easier to believe everything would be okay after a good long look at those hellish eyes.

Keedee had an intense curiosity that simply couldn’t go unsated. Rather than looking into the conventional set of eyes on that devil dog, she found herself fascinated by the stare of the third one adoring Mez’s bust. It moved to return the attention, making her giggle excitedly. Such scrutiny didn’t come without consequences, of course. Staring back at such an eager, defenseless spotty treat of a hyena made Mez’s mouth water - and not the one Kee might have expected.

A long, thick tongue much broader than the one between her fangs slipped out from within the depths of that cavernous bellymaw, swiping back and forth along those many inwards-facing teeth to give them yet more of a glisten. They reflected the club’s lights as they slowly parted, gaping wider and wider before the hyena’s bright blue eyes. It would have been easy to simply snap her up or shove her in, to make her disappear in an instant, but Mez offered her a choice.

“Will you be mine, sweet little chocolate chip cookie?” Mez softly asked.

That tongue slowly stretched out, unwinding from within the void beyond those teeth. Mez offered it before the hyena as if to take her hand. Kee couldn’t tell what awaited her in that mouth, but feeling that warmth wafting over her, watching that thick yet flexible thing dripping in front of her, she could only reach out. A whimper escaped her as she did - a desperate sound, for certain. She needed that touch, and Mez was happy to provide it. Their contract was as good as sealed as soon as she curled her tongue around the sweet spotty’s wrists.

Continuing from there, Mez began to wrap the hyena up with a tongue like an especially sloppy snake. It was every bit as flexible, and every bit as strong, too. She could use it to squeeze that girl’s body, to press against her curves and soak her fur in spit, right through her clothes. It didn’t take much tasting to get that maw dripping even more, and that hyena drenched. An agile slither of tongue, tucking the tip beneath a seam of Kee’s outfit, and Mez began to peel it off of her all at once.

In truth, it was hard to say if she was breaking the laws of physics for how easily she stripped that hyena naked, or if Kee was simply wearing something that she could quickly get out of if such a need arose. It certainly had either way. Mez slathered her up all the more as she completely intertwined her prey in that tongue, sliding back and forth, massaging the hyena’s naked spots until she was moaning, giggling, snorting, and even whooping her pleasure in that grasp. All her squirming kept her most sensitive places grinding against the smooth surface, sharing some of her own slickness, getting hotter and wetter, soaking her thighs in desire and pleasure in the first of surely many pumping, contracting releases while Mez painted the rest of her in devil drool.

Of course, a little multiasking wasn’t outside of her hellish abilities. She wasn’t about to neglect that deer, for as much fun as she was having with the hyena. Keeping Abby cradled in the palm of her hand, framed by claws, she could easily reach forth and give the same treatment to that skirt and those stockings, to the doe’s tight top and bra beneath with the other hand. Such big claws and spikes meant the deer’s clothing didn’t go entirely unscathed, but Abby gave no sign of noticing. She was busy staring into those eyes, not just transfixed, but tipping her head this way and that as if every moment she spent lost in that trance gave her something new to think about, something new to admire about the hellhound.

Such a state meant she simply parted her legs as if by instinct when she saw that forked tongue slipping between her thighs. It wasn’t as thick as the one currently constricting Keedee, but it was every bit as wet and flexible. It didn’t lack for strength either. Abby got a good demonstration of that when it pushed inside her all at once, penetrating her smoothly, easily, and pushing deeper. Yet for all its power, Mez knew how to curl it, how to explore and touch all the places that made a doe bleat for her, crying out with all the noises she could make. Even with all the panting and shaking, she never broke free of that mesmerizing gaze, keeping her eyes on Mez’s while she thrashed around in ecstasy beyond measure. She had no reason to look anywhere else.

Mez knew that even some of the demons had to take a moment amidst their indulgences to stop and turn towards the scene. When a devil put on a show like that, few could resist watching. Energized by her audience, Mez brought her prey forth in perfect synchronization, whether that meant reeling the hyena in with her belly-tongue, or simply raising the deer on a platform of her palm, guiding her to tip forth and into those open jaws. She caught Abby between her teeth just as she pushed Keedee into her middle maw, letting their busts glide along and inside her. For as sharp as those many fangs might have been, she refrained from giving her meals anything more than a nibble or a gnaw, teasing them with a few playful chomps on their soft tits on the way in.

Such was her coordination, she even made her prey moan at the same time. Abby and Kee gave their gasps of pleasure as they entered gullet and void alike, wrapped in the hound’s inner flesh all at the same time. After that, their voices diverged into the various silly sounds their respective species provided. As pleasing as that noise might have been, Mez took such pleasure in muffling it more and more with every gulp. She rolled her monstrous body, grinding at the air with every squeeze of the inner muscles wrapping all around the hyena’s body, tucking her away and absorbing her directly into her gut.

The darkness proved less infinite than it initially appeared to Kee. By sensations alone, she found herself stuffed deep in the hellhound’s belly after a few squeezes of that maw. The tongue wrapped around her waist spanked her ass a few times when she turned into little more than a pair of legs protruding from Mez’s middle. That just made Kee all the more excited, soaking wet even as she slurped over that tongue and into the stomach of a devil. Mez definitely felt her squirt hard for her hellish predator on the way in. She couldn’t help framing Abby’s hips in a wicked grin of satisfaction.

Deep, succulent swallows helped to pack that deer meat away. She went down a little more slowly, a little less directly. Mez wanted to knead the doe in her gullet for a while first. There were so many soft shapes to delight in, to squish and squeeze with her throat muscles without actually making any more progress. She soaked Abby in the rain of saliva pouring along her curves and down that tunnel, splashing onto Kee eventually too. The hyena won the race to the bottom, tucked away with a few more nibbles and an elaborate curl of that belly-tongue. After that, it was a matter of pointing those hooves to the distant ceiling, letting them briefly reflect the strobing lights before the devil hound swallowed her whole. One long, wet, final gulp and she vanished.

The timing was unfortunate for Kee, or perhaps it was the opposite. That all depended on how the excited hyena felt about getting tightly squeezed into a hound stomach, and then having a soft doe slipping down to sprawl on top of her. A little fumbling to get into a more comfortable position allowed her some squirming room for a few seconds, but Mez put a stop to that when her stomach compressed around her prey and forced them to hold that position. It just so happened that a nice soft doe rump ended up snugly planted atop the hyena’s muzzle and face. Judging by the wiggles she gave in response, she had no complaints.

Nor did Mez give her any reason to. Trapped though they might have been, deer and hyena alike found themselves enduring little more than kneading and sloshing. The devil had firm control of her body, and took care to treat those cute, mostly willing meals exactly how they deserved. Cradled and kept, held snug inside her, but most certainly getting digested, she harvested their devotion and pleasure alike. A huffing growl of rising ecstasy escaped her. She was not above enjoying such an indulgence. All she needed to do to enjoy it further was to manifest a slick, smooth sex between her legs, where it had been featureless moments before. Those claws weren’t much for pleasuring herself, but her long, flexible tongue could certainly do the trick.

Tasting herself as she slowly melted the pair into something softer, gradually sloshing them together as they fell into a deeper and deeper embrace, Mez put out even more haunting noises to contribute to the cacophony around her. Many of the lesser demons found themselves falling silent around her, effectively muted by such a display. Mez clutched her belly where it bulged beneath the maw, pressing her claws deep into her own skin just to knead and squeeze at those slowly shrinking bodies inside her. Smoothing the curves and shrinking them down, she made them less and less distinct from one another, quieting their muffled moans, slowing their squirms, but keeping them churning alive for as long as she could.

Whether it was an orgasm she felt from her prey, or something more muted, Mez soaked up one last gasp of ecstasy from the barely recognizable forms inside her before she broke them down to nothing. Absorbing them little by little, she took mundane nutrition from them, but there was so much more to play with. Even in passing, digested until they were motionless, neither the doe nor hyena experienced a moment of total darkness. Nor did they move onto another place, another plane of existence. Bright and pure, those souls flickered there inside the devil’s gut, and Mez was free to do whatever she wished with them.

Such a temptation. She slowly pushed her tongue in and out of her newly made sex, massaging her clit, soaking in the moment. The climax that awaited her if only she gave into that urge and snuffed out those lights would have been legendary. And yet she resisted. It wasn’t out of any particular moral obligation to play carefully with mortal souls. A throb of her entire tail gave her an idea, and then a potent desire to see it fulfilled. She wasn’t done with them yet.

Returning them to life was as easy as snapping her fingers. Or at least clicking the points of two curved claws together. There was no elaborate ritual involved. Two naked beauties stood before her. When Kee looked like she was going to keel over, Abby caught her, even while she was shaky on her own hooves. Basking in the doe’s diminished but still present holy glow, the two of them recovered just fine. Breathing slowly, they turned their gaze up towards the devil hound, awaiting what was next, and not only with fear.

Even in that form, Mez still possessed a keen sense of smell. She could taste their lust long before she pulled her tongue from within herself and curled it between the legs of her naked pets. A smooth caress along the folds of the deer’s pussy was worth a deep, satisfied growl, soaking up all the warmth, all that potent desire hidden within the seemingly modest girl. She pulled back and gave the same treatment to the hyena - only to pause, stricken by a taste of arousal so powerful even the devil herself had to shudder. A few quick flicks of her forked tongue was all it took to make Kee quiver, giggle, and collapse into a squirting climax, soaking that tongue. Abby helped her back up, but had to hold her in place while Kee cackled away, still shaking all over.

That made the decision easy. A lash of her tail, striking like a scorpion, only to pivot to a snakelike encircling grip, she snatched that hyena up into the air. Squeezing it in the constricting grasp between those segments didn’t do anything to silence Kee. Few things could, at that level of arousal. She tried to kick and thrash about, just so she could get her hands free and relieve some of the tension, but Mez didn’t let her. A small spark of cruelty lit up in the devil’s eyes. She wasn’t going to inflict any harm, but she could deny the hyena what she needed for just a little longer to watch that mortal mind melt in the heat of its own desires. Kee was a mess, and she was even more of one the longer she angled there, unable to do anything Mez didn’t want for her.

That left Abby, gazing up at the sight of it all. Mez met her eyes, and saw a bold sense of acceptance and anticipation alike. Given her holy connections, the deer probably understood what was coming better than most. And she was allowing herself to enjoy it. Mez was happy to reward such devotion by scooping up that pretty thing, squeezing her between those palms and claws alike. Such a soft, seemingly delicate body, curvy all over, was going to fit just right inside of her. That new sex needed satisfaction, and all that smooth doe fur was going to make Abby the perfect toy.

A subtle, seductive process it was not. The devil was already gnashing her teeth with desire, as if absorbing some of that needy energy from the hyena in her clutches. She pointed the deer where she needed to do and shoved her forth. Mashing that face against her folds silenced the initial bleats, and a smooth [i]schlorp[/i] of entry ensured Mez could feel all the resulting moans inside her. Abby certainly squirmed, but those weren’t the movements of someone who feared for her life. The deeper she got jammed inside that perfectly plump, juicy devil cunt the more noise she writhed and rubbed her thighs together, edging ever closer to the last release she’d ever need.

Even in her mad stuffing, feeding that deer to her dark womb, Mez still found the time for her own little flourishes. She angled Abby just right to make her pussy press against the one devouring her, making good use of all those natural bumps and grinds to share a kiss of sorts before further slurping the deer away. A hissing snarl escaped her when she felt that pretty face enter the depths of the chamber that awaited Abby. It wasn’t nearly as hostile as the belly that had so easily churned her soft, but it pulsed with similar anticipation, walls soaking in the lust she’d drenched the deer in down to her soft skin.

Momentum was a frightful thing. Mez swallowed up her prey until she had a pair of hooves between her legs, and she couldn’t help reaching for those. They were simply too good for shoving, and she forced Abby much deeper in a sudden lunge. In a spatter of juices, the deer disappeared, barely a bulge within the body of the devil dog who’d made a daughter out of her. Soaking the doe in all those juices kept her squirming, but none writhed quite so much as the hyena wrapped in her tail.

After all the screaming and whimpering, it was finally time to give Keedee exactly what she wished for. A favour from a devil didn’t come without its consequences, but the hyena wasn’t in any state to object. A brush of that stiff, knotted tailcock against the spotty girl’s cheek, and then Mez dipped it down. She didn’t bother to tease. It was best if Kee was conscious for what was coming. Besides, Mez was already throbbing, with that thick, canine shaft poised at the end of her tail, dripping a viscous sample of what she had to give.

Penetrating that drenched pussy meant juices were already pouring down the tip of her tail. She didn’t hold Kee’s mouth shut in the slightest throughout it. She wanted to hear it all, and Kee didn’t disappoint. Sometimes the hyena simply cackled, sometimes she whooped, sometimes she simply screamed. It looked exhausting, even to the devil herself. Mez pushed deeper, feeling the juices absolutely pouring down onto her knot, and thumped that sloppy cunt a few times. When she started snarling with pleasure, Kee couldn’t meet her gaze anymore. That was okay. She could watch the hyena wriggle and yell just fine.

Fucking slowly at first, Mez soon found herself matching Kee’s intensity with deep, rapid strokes. Flexing that tail all around her kept the spotty in place, no matter how much she squirmed. Kee just had to quiver there and take every single deep stroke, every pounding thrust even if it meant getting pummelled by that knot again and again. It only took seconds to provoke another orgasm out of her, to force her to make even more of a mess out of herself, and this time she didn’t calm down in the slightest even after that release. It was hard to tell if she ever stopped cumming at all.

The aura was such a strong one. Mez was getting off not just by fucking that horny hyena, but by watching her twist and twitch, cumming her very soul out. Figuratively for the moment, but it wasn’t out of the question. A snarl of dominance, and Mez plunged forth, knotting that pussy and locking in tight. She let that tailcock throb hard enough to provoke what felt like a second, simultaneous orgasm from the madly giggling girl, and used those desperate contractions to milk that shaft for a thick, hot offering.

Flooding Kee’s depths in an instant, swelling that belly, making her slosh with every little wiggle, Mez kept going until it seemed surely that mortal body was going to reach its limit. Perhaps through the devil’s intervention, or perhaps sheer resilience, Kee held on. Mez wanted her to, so she could experience the full effects of what was to come. It wasn’t just thick devil cum she pumped into that soft, slim hyena. She wasn’t breeding that girl, she was flooding her with aggressive, overpowering fluids that began to take their toll in time.

The longer Keedee’s climax continued, the leaner she got. Her skin began to pull tight as the light in her eyes flickered and faded. She closed them, but that didn’t help. Her cries slowly descended into faint whimpers and gasps. Overwhelmed, she squirted until her body couldn’t handle such sustained pleasure anymore. Skin tighter and tighter, bones pressing out beneath her spots, features going gaunt, she found herself getting continuously filled by that cum even as that devil cock flexed and began to [i]gulp[/i].

Drinking her down like a sloppy treat, drying and hollowing her out into a loose, limp husk of what she’d been, Mez made Kee’s curves flat and her features blank. The pumping [i]ullps[/i] that came with her sucking down that partly liquefied hyena were especially prominent, even over all the other slick noises. Both of them kept cumming the entire time. Even when Kee was so soft she was dripping down the contours of the tail binding what was left of her, some small trace of her essence remained intact enough to experience what was sure to be the most intense orgasm of her life.

Those long, slurping suckles that came with Mez guzzling her down were soon accompanied by a more traditional rumbling. It wasn’t her belly, but her very womb. Kneading, squishing, squeezing, she began her work on Abby’s confined form. The deer had no idea what was going on outside, only that it sounded incredible and horrifying. Her attention was soon diverted when she felt the walls closing in on her, aggressively squishing on her body as if to force her into them. It was a grabby, clingy process of absorbing her, taking a little of her away, detail my detail. Mez’s pussy overflowed with juices, some of them her own, some the liquefied features of the captive deer.

With her small, slightly pregnant bulge shrinking, she took one long, last [i]schlurrrrp[/i] of the hyena to swallow down the gooey, empty pelt once she’d sucked all the juices out like a spider. Unfurling her tail to slowly sway it and absorb what she’d claimed from Kee, she turned her full focus to smoothing down the deer inside her like a stone. It was a wet, forceful massage that brought the gasps from Abby, until her voice faltered and her mortal form gushed down to little more than an orgasm rising up in the devil hound’s body. A brief [i]clench[/i] of her cunt and womb made sure to flatten down the last living features of her prey, and leave Abby and Kee alike as nothing more than that familiar, flickering light, confined inside the body of a hellhound.

A long, warm sigh, and Mez relaxed somewhat. Those souls were hers to do with as she pleased once again. Going for a third round wasn’t out of the question. They were safe with her for as long as she decided they were, ready to be snapped back to existence as soon as she willed it. This time she showed no such restraint nor mercy.

Soaking and swallowing those souls deeper and deeper into herself was the greatest ecstasy of all. The devil had claimed many before those two, and yet it was always as good as the very first time. She masturbated with claws raking bluntly along her pussy, but it was hardly necessary. Her whole body was alight with pleasure meant only for beings of below like herself. The hound howled and snarled alike as she broke down those precious pieces of existence, digesting them within her hellish body to sustain her, to empower her, but most of all to satisfy her. She felt the ghostly wails echo from within her, the last cries of mortal beings who could hardly comprehend what was happening to them, and then there was silence.

A climax erupted from her, made all the messier for all the juices she worked up melting down Abby’s form. She squirted the former doe all over her monstrous thighs and painted the floor. Her tailcock gave another rope of cum as well, even after all she’d given Kee. The orgasm rolled through her body for minutes at a time. She remained undisturbed throughout, brimming with unholy power, flames crackling all around her. Churning the soul of a priestess like Abby always gave her such a rush, but Keedee burned so brightly before the end that she was a comparable meal for a devil.

She carried some small memory of them within her, bound to her hellish flesh. Most demons would have considered that the end. Once unmade, a soul was inordinately difficult to recover, even for a powerful devil. And yet, the very thought of such a challenge crossed Mez’s mind. Partly as a demonstration of her power, to prove she didn’t need such trophies to sustain her - and partly so she could have even more fun with them both. They both screamed and squirmed so sweetly, and few things pleased the hound more, in whatever form she took.