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Dawning Sacrilege

Sacrilege is an interesting concept. It is, in definition, a violation of something that is regarded as "sacred". To a young boy, it would be difficult to determine what is sacred unless taught by those older than him. If no one would teach them, they wouldn't know. In fact, if grown in negativity around sacred grounds, the boy would begin to hate it, which could lead to a much more powerful problem that not many could prevent.

Far beyond the borders of the city, there was a well-worn path that led to the mountainsides. The trail led to a huge, marble-fronted monastery that was built into the mountain near the peak. The road was a few miles long; it was steep and rocky, which would dissuade many potential visitors. Those who did make it, however, were graced with huge, marble and ebony statues, some seeming more demonic than others, but some seeming angelic and holy.

It was spoken of highly by the people below it, in the city miles away. Monks would sometimes be seen in the villages, getting news and updates that they normally wouldn't get, as well as a bit of food and clothing in some cases. No one knew what went on behind the scenes in the monastery, however. While appearing to be a place of holy refuge and stability, there was darkness all around. Monks were often cruel to their underlings, guards would often have their way with whoever they wanted, and the head priest would often execute those who disobeyed him.

That isn't to say that they had their kindness. While perhaps through ulterior motives, they would take in any person who would climb the mountain and present themselves to the monks if they wanted to join. However, only until they would prove their strength and worth would they rise to be more important. In that sense, many were treated as if they were slaves, cleaning the monastery, preparing food, and whatever else the monks decided.

A strange occurrence happened one night, however. It was snowing and many of the torches and fireplaces were blazing to keep the inside of those cold walls of marble filled with warmth. There was a sudden, loud wail outside of the gate, causing a start to run through the gate guards. They were both inside, having been too cold to stand in the snow. The large, muscled wolf and his partnered otter looked at each other before cracking the gate open, seeing a small basket and a bundle inside. It was the source of the crying.

The otter moved forward and leaned down. His moonlit armor clanked a bit, causing the wailing to choke somewhat and coo afterward, seeing the face of the male. It was a small feline, appearing to be a small lion cub. The iron-clad male pulled up the basket and then swiveled his ears, looking to the wolf again, who shrugged once more. The otter looked around as if to find a source, seeing no one and hearing nothing except the whipping wind and snow.

Staring down at the bundled cub, who began to whine again, the aquatic mammal began to think. Whoever brought this child up there had to go through not only climbing the mountain, but through the snow as well. The revelation seemed to make him shiver, looking around and stepping a bit further out, seeming to ignore the icy wind that was moving over him.

"Hello!? Is there anyone there!?" the otter called out. There was no reply.

With a heavy grunt, he drew the bundled cub up closer in his basket and turned, moving back through the gate, having decided that no one had stayed to explain themselves.

"I'll bring him to the head priest," the male stated to the bewildered wolf, scratching his head as he shut the gate back.

It was a short walk; the child was calmer than before now that he was out of the cold. No one paid the guard much attention as he walked through the halls, soon appearing at the largest door past the hall. He nodded to the guards standing on the sides before he knocked. After being acknowledged, the male moved forward and pushed through into the rather expansive, glinting room. It was filled with gold and silver, silk and lace, and other sorts of expensive things that a holy man probably shouldn't have.

Sitting on the throne was a rather large tiger. He had a bit of gray around his muzzle, showing his age, but his orange fur seemed to shine as much as the gold and silver in the room. He was wearing a long robe and a pointed hat that was taller than the chair he leaned against, a staff in his paw as he was pampered by a smaller male in rags, seeming to be washing the male's feet.

"Ah, Gomer! What a pleasant surprise. What brings you to my chambers?" the high priest asked, lifting his large hat up as he watched the male approach.

"Lord Mendel, I... well, there was something left for us at the monastery gate," he began.

"Go on," the tiger murmured, tilting his head a bit with a curious eyebrow raise. "A gift?"

"Ah... well," he murmured, slowly bringing the basket forward, uncovering the child's face to the holy man.

The tiger's eyes widened, glinting in the light. He stared at it for a moment and gave a deep grunt, thinning them after.

"Did you see its mother or father?" the tiger asked with a bit of a growl.

"No sir, I saw no one. I called out, but no one responded. It's a wonder anyone could make it up in this blizzard," the otter murmured.

"Indeed," the big cat murmured, seeming to be thoughtful now. "In the least, he must have good genes if one of his family DID bring him up here..."

The otter stared up at the priest. "What should I do, my lord?"

"Have the maids take care of him. Raise him to be a worker. Should he prove his strength in time, we may train him further," the tiger said dismissively.

With a nod, the otter picked himself back up and slowly made his way out toward the maid chambers.

Years passed and the cub was raised as a slave, just as the holy priest commanded. Through the work, the lion cub developed a thicker body, trained with harshness and with barely any mercy. The boy hated it. He couldn't stand his position, but it's all he knew. He saw that the monks and lower priests easily doing as they pleased--why couldn't he do that too? If he tried to, he was beaten quite roughly. He cursed the monks and priests under his breath, but was powerless to stop them. He didn't have anywhere else to go.

Cain, which was the name given to him, worked his childhood and much of his teenage years doing the jobs that no one else wanted to do. He would often be washing floors or dishes, cleaning bathrooms and other such dirty jobs. Brilliant, tawny fur was often matted or marked with dirt. He was always fed scraps and never tasted anything but water, even when the other servants got meat and milk on special occasions. He often went out to the nearby forest to catch his own food. His hatred grew.

Through his short life, he would often feel a strange presence with him, however. It was one that didn't feel right, but it still felt like someone was watching over him and that, perhaps, he wasn't actually alone in this small world behind the walls of marble. He'd always see a large, dark figure out of the corner of his eye, but was never there a second later. The figure appeared in his dreams, and all he could see was the eerie glow of piercing red eyes.

He made the mistake of confiding in one of the monks about it. The huge equine laughed at him and punched him so hard that he fell to the ground with a bloody nose. The monk stated that he was being haunted by a demon and that he must be purified to continue living there. The following "purification" was practically tortured. He was dunked and nearly drowned in holy water, he was tied under a freezing waterfall, and worst of all, he was burned multiple times by fire.

It was then that he saw the great figure more clearly than ever. It was as if trying to purify him only made the boy want the dark figure more. The great silhouette seemed muscular and wide, but he couldn't make out inner bulges--all he could see was the shape of those huge arms, powerful torso, and wide thighs. He saw what looked like horns on top of his head and those red eyes were more piercing than ever. In dreams, he would often point to a familiar shape beside him, seeming to be a statue on a pedestal. He couldn't place it for sure, though.

Weeks passed since his "purification" and he didn't speak to anyone. He barely looked at anyone, only enough to keep himself from being beaten. He would try to escape. How would he get down the mountain, though? He didn't know of any safe paths and there were no weapons readily available for him to take in case an animal tried to attack him--he could barely hunt, after all. He might be able to catch a rabbit or two, but if a feral mountain lion attacked...

He was devising a plan in his mind, trying to think about how to get down and away from the horrible monastery. He was mopping along the marble tiles whenever he tripped over an uneven tile. He heavily bumped into one of the shiny, onyx statues, making him grunt while it teetered on its pedestal. The lion boy looked up as he held his bumped head, watching the huge thick move more and more. It began to lean over, making the boy gasp, eyes widening.

It was as if time slowed down--he'd be killed for this! He'd seen slaves be slaughtered for less. His heart felt as if it stopped, watching it falling toward the ground. In the moment of petrification, though, he noticed something. The onyx statue was in the shape of the dark figure he'd seen in his dream. It all looked familiar. The pedestal... the figure... SMASH!

The sound echoed through the halls. It was if millions of glasses had shattered instantaneously, black shards spreading over the floor as the statue crumbled. His heart throbbed in his chest, eyes wide and dilated as his claws extended in fear. There was no doubt that someone would rush in seconds later. What was he going to do?

With his legs tensed, he turned and was poised to run, but the environment seemed to lose color. The rushing footsteps came to a slowing stop, and everything seemed eerily quiet. It was as if the very air had stopped drifting through the hallway. A dark mist had swirled up from the broken pieces of the statue, making the area a bit colder. A whispering voice echoed suddenly, causing Cain to tense further, fur bristling all over.

"Finally..." the voice hissed out.

With a slow shaking, the lion boy turned his head, eyes wide and tear-filled.

"I thought you would never get the message, boy..." the wispy voice continued.

The lion saw the figure from his dreams appear, except it was more smoky and unformed than in his dreams. Cain turned himself fully and almost fell back, staring at those shining, red eyes that stared at him once again. This time, however, the figure didn't disappear. He pinched himself with a wince.

The voice let out a hissing laughter.

"Calm yourself, child. Are you implying that you did not intend to release me?"

The boy looked around and at the pedestal again, then at the mop and tile. The figure's head seemed to follow before he gave an even louder laugh, a sound that made Cain's skin crawl beneath his fur.

"An accident!? Truly, boy! You must be dim!" the voice taunted.

Cain stared at the smoke, glaring slightly and frowning, wiping his eyes a bit and grunting.

"It is fine, however. Fate plays her fickle hand again. I assume you do not even know who I am?" the wisp asked, moving forward toward the boy.

Cain took a few shuffles back, feeling a strange heat pulse against his form when the figure moved toward him.

"N-no... I don't," he managed to speak out through cracking voice, looking around again at everything that seemed stopped in time.

"My name is, unfortunately, unpronounceable in this tongue. You may call me... Gabriel, however," the voice hissed.

"Gabriel... That's..." Cain trailed off.

"Yes, the name of an archangel. The complete opposite of what I am, but it is a name I have admired," he murmured.

"Opposite?" Cain asked, a bit more curious now that he didn't feel too threatened.

"Why do you think the monks tried to purify you?"

Cain's eyes widened at the other's words. Another hissing laughter filled his ears.

"That's right. I am a demon. Not just a demon, but a very powerful archdemon."

The lion was rocking very slightly while staring up at the figure before him. An archdemon? He was definitely going to be killed for unleashing him if the demon didn't. His chest rose and fell quicker, heart pounding as he felt as if he were going into a panic attack. It was then that he felt a large paw on his head, making him blink back tears and look up. A big, black paw had materialized and was stroking through his hair, trying to comfort him.

"Hush, boy. I am not going to kill you. They will not, either. Well, unless you do not want my help. There is a reason I appeared to you and only you," the voice hissed. "If they did not teach you, each of these onyx statues are seals--they house a demon that was defeated by powerful monks. These men are not just for show, boy. They can be powerful, regardless of how corrupt they have become."

Cain nodded slightly, looking to the pedestal, thinning his eyes and seeing the plate. It had a few names on it, obviously who had defeated the demon. He had never noticed before, but he didn't care at the time. He thought they were just statues for the monastery, which he wanted nothing to do with.

"Regardless, I was indeed defeated. They waited until my weakest hour and struck. They were cowards," he hissed.

The lion cub felt an anger boil in him as well--he agreed. He saw companions slaughtered at the hands of the monks and priests. He saw them beat, raped, and beat again.

"Your hatred is delicious," the demon spoke, a bit softer this time.

Cain jumped slightly from the almost sensual statement, his face reddening whenever he looked down.

"It is alright, boy. You are the son of quite a powerful summoner, you see. A warlock, if you will," he explained, tilting his smoky head, "one I knew rather well. They killed him. I don't believe your mother knew these people did it. However, those fools have no idea what they have. You have a strength no one else here has. One I want to make use of."

The lion looked up with wide eyes. It was nearly all too much for him, making his head spin.

"What do you want me to do...?" the lion asked shakily.

"I'm going to make a deal with you, as most demons do. I do not have a physical body any longer, so I require one to exist further than this. I am weak... more weak than I ever have been before. I could barely try to give you those messages in your dreams. I need your help to get to my power back. After that, I will be happy to set you free. In fact, I will deliver you safely into the village by my own paw if you wish it," the demon murmured.

Cain's throat was dry. His eyes were wider than ever and he felt a sliver of hope moving through him. This seemed too good to be true. There had to be a catch.

"How... how can I help you do that?" the lion asked.

"Simple. I require souls. Quite a few, at that. Once I get started, though, I can take care of the rest myself."

"Souls? Like..."

"Living souls."

"Releasing them?"

"Through destroying their bodies, yes."

Cain's heart was beating fast again. He would have to kill people to feed the demon. That was the deal. Kill for the demon and live freely in the city. Was it worth it?

"They killed your friends. Your father. Who knows, they may have killed your mother as well. They are not good people, Cain. They do not deserve the souls they've been given," the voice stated plainly.

"Okay," the lion murmured.

"Think about it! You'll--oh. You said yes. Delightful!" the demon hissed happily. "Who knows? You might actually enjoy it. You might not want to leave my side..."

Cain looked up at the smoky figure again, blinking. What did he mean?

It was that instant when the wisp moved forward, suddenly shoving through into the lion's chest. A gasp came out of the lion, causing him to snarl as his body tensed, eyes suddenly fading from their blue color to a deep red. His body tensed, rippling and pushing outward, muscles flexing as he was filled. Veins moved along his arms and beneath his ragged tunic, filling him with strength he had never felt before.

The lion looked at his paws as they grew slightly thicker, paws and toes cracking and extending a few centimeters while his breathing grew heavier. His tail flicked as fat diminished from his body, outlining his muscles all the more, making him look almost younger. His fur bristled, tan fur darkening bit by bit while he bit his lower lip. Even his mane extended a bit, giving his hair an appearance of health and beauty.

It seemed to dissipate as quickly as it started, however, his form slowing in its change. His claws and teeth were slightly sharper and voice was slightly deeper, but not much else changed. He lifted himself and looked over his new swimmer build of a body, trailing his fingers over the slight mounds of pectoral muscle he had gained.

"You will begin with the head: the high priest. It will be quite simple for you to get to him and it will be the best grounds for our beginning," a new, deep voice rumbled in Cain's mind. It was the demon's, but it wasn't hissy anymore. It was a masculine, powerful voice that sent shivers through the boy more than the whispering one had.

With a heavy grunt, the lion went off toward the maid chambers when time trickled back into a state of moving. The shards and debris that had spread over the floor was now gone, as was the pedestal. It was as if the statue had never existed at all, and when the monks arrived, they saw nothing. The lion was already out of the room and there was no sign of anything broken, leaving the three men in a state of head-rubbing.

Pushing into the worker's quarters, a few of the slaves glanced at the strange-looking lion, but no one questioned him. The stranger appeared to know what he was doing, so they went back to what they were doing. With a slight sigh of relief, the lion moved into one of the larger rooms--there were those slaves that were held higher than others, after all. Seeing that it was empty, Cain snuck in and locked the door before looking around; he spotted the closet and began filtering through clothing.

"There!" the voice growled out

A perfect opportunity seemed to present itself--a concubine's outfit was hanging up.

"What!?" Cain nearly shouted, taken aback.

"Silly boy. Do you know what kind of demon I am?" the voice asked.

"I... oh no," the lion groaned, rubbing his head.

"Oh yes, boy. I am an incubus!" he growled, almost sounding excited.

"I have to have sex with them?" the lion whined, rubbing his head.

"Of course! There is nothing wrong with sexual intercourse, boy. It is a natural part of life. And for me, it is necessary for life. I have made your body more attractive and your pheromones emit even more now. It will be no trouble, I assure you. Now, put it on," he growled.

Cain gave a grunt and hesitated, but eventually pulled the small piece of clothing off the hanger. It was very skimpy, but it would work. He took his rags off and tossed them into the nearby bin, bringing himself into the small bathroom used for cleaning up. This room obviously belonged to one of the sex slaves, and a very good one at that. There was a small tub where one could get themselves ready to be presented; Cain immediately began to wash himself.

He picked up a bottle of shampoo and quickly lathered himself, not wasting any time to set the demon's plans in motion. The liquid cleaned him very well and even gave off a spicy, alluring scent. He was partially curious about what it was made of, but there was no time. After washing the suds away, Cain dried himself and picked up the small piece of clothing. He pulled it up and around his waist, bringing it around his thick package. A silky piece of cloth draped over the front and back of his pelvic area, making him shiver at being so revealed.

With a light huff, Cain adjusted himself and quickly escaped out of the room and headed toward the high priest's room.

As the disgruntled lion moved forward through the halls, he began to attract a bit of attention. Now that he barely had anything covering him, his shifting, thicker muscles were more visible. The shampoo he used made his fur glisten in the light and the scent wafted along a few of the noses of the men that were passing. He even got a few cat calls from a couple of passing monks--whatever Gabriel did to him made him obviously unrecognizable. The attention wasn't entirely unenjoyable.

"Too easy," Gabriel growled out in Cain's mind.

"It's like they've never seen me before," Cain murmured aloud while he walked past a few more staring men.

He eventually made it to that large door that led to that large, sparkling room of riches where the high priest resided. Two guards, familiar to the lion, stared at the figure before them. The huge otter and wolf had apparently been promoted to be more close to the high priest over the years, having once been the same gate guards that found him. They, too, did not recognize him.

"Who goes there?" the otter, bigger than before, brought his spear down at the almost-nude lion.

Cain almost blurted out his name, having been conditioned to state his name and status to those who asked of him, but he controlled himself. Instead, he gave a raise of an eyebrow whenever he saw the spear, giving a light grunt as he took on an almost haughty expression, fur bristling slightly.

"How dare you? I am the high priest's newest partner," he growled. He surprised himself by his own audacity, almost taking a step back. He felt another bout of surprise, but it wasn't his own--it seemed Gabriel had not been expecting it.

"Newest partner?" the otter asked with a raised eyebrow.

The lion rolled his eyes with a heavy sigh.

"Yes, I was told to come here as a gift for his Highness," Cain murmured, raising an eyebrow.

Not seeming to have changed, when the otter looked back at his partner, the huge wolf gave a shrug of confusion. Raising his spear, Gomer gave a light sigh and rubbed his head, giving a bow afterward.

"Please forgive me, I am just doing my job," the otter stated.

"It is fine. I admire a man who is so faithful to his duties..." the lion murmured, almost seductively smiling at him.

The otter's face reddened somewhat at the boy's charm, slowly bringing himself back to the door, beginning to knock.

"I'm supposed to be a surprise, too," he whispered, almost seeming excited.

Gomer raised an eyebrow at the boy, but did not question. There were quite a few higher-ups than himself and could easily be punished for not doing as told. He knocked once more before the deep voice of the tiger rang out for him to open the door. Pushing through, the otter bowed himself immediately to the high priest as he was called upon.

"My lord, someone has given you a gift," the otter stated, almost hesitantly.

The tiger, now a bit grayer with his age, still looked quite mighty and strong. His form wasn't as broad as it once was and he looked somewhat weary, but it was obvious he could handle his own despite being quite a few decades old.

"A gift?" Mendel asked, tilting his head. The tiger received such things often, but he often knew of their origins and content--surprises were very rare.

"Yes, my lord. Or, it is as he says," the otter stated, seeming suspicious.

"He?" the high priest asked, eyebrow raised now.

"It is... ah, well, you should see for yourself," Gomer murmured.

"Show him in then."

It was in that instant that the lion slowly sauntered forward, being sure to let his form glint in the light more than he would have normally. As he got near the otter, Cain bowed himself and looked down into the floor while his thick, soft mane fell over his face.

"Lord Mendel, I am honored to be in your presence," Cain spoke out, almost gritting his teeth at his lie.

Mendel's eyes widened at the boy's figure, seeing the bristling fur and the soft shine that he seemed to have. He leaned forward, his interest immediately piqued while he stared down at the boy.

"Who are you, boy?" he asked, though it was not at all a distasted tone.

"My name is..." he hesitated for a moment, but grinned after, "Gabriel."

"Cheeky bastard," Gabriel growled out in Cain's mind, though a snicker followed, "you will know the power of a name soon."

The high priest stroked along his beard as he looked down at the lion. His glinting eyes took in each curve and bulge of the boy's healthy body--it was obvious he was growing further interested in the boy.

"Who has given you to me? I see that you are wearing a concubine's outfit. Are you...?" Mendel trailed off.

"He wishes for me not to say, my lord. Please forgive me. He said I was the best he'd ever had and could not bear to keep me away from you," Cain murmured, looking up slightly with his own glinting eyes.

Mendel seemed to shift in his seat, unsure of what to make of it. He had never been given a concubine. He always chose his partners, but it had been so long since he had seen a figure so wonderful to look at. After a few more moments, the tiger cleared his throat and shifted his thighs and lower garments to obviously hide a stiffening groin.

"Will you allow me to pleasure you, my great priest?" the lion asked in a soft, succulent voice that carried tones of experience.

The otter looked from the lion, back to the tiger, and then back down. He said nothing, not wanting to displease the obviously-inspired priest that could behead him at any given moment if he displeased him. There was obviously something funny going on, but he bit his tongue.

The tiger was grinning from ear to ear. He slowly rose himself up and stepped down from the pedestal, moving toward the lion. He brought his large paw down and lifted up the other's chin with a gentle touch, looking over Cain's face while his thin, long tail whipped back and forth behind him.

"You are quite an exquisite specimen, boy. I am quite curious who would give up such a treasure, but I will not press the matter if such an honorable priest would please his ruler so," the tiger murmured. "Stand."

Cain slowly brought himself up, standing up almost head to head with the high priest, smiling softly and looking down almost bashfully.

"You may leave us, Gomer. We will be in my chambers," Mendel grunted, not even looking at the concerned guard.

"But... my lord," Gomer began, immediately cut off by the tiger and a glare.

"Leave us, Gomer. And do not bother us until I call for you. Until I _call_for you."

Biting his lower lip, he quickly brought himself up and left the chambers, shutting the door behind him almost a few seconds later. Gomer rubbed his head while he looked at the floor, giving a heavy sigh before resuming his post beside the entrance.

Following the tiger into his bed chambers, Cain looked around with wide eyes. He had never seen so much shine or luxury in his life. There was gold, cushions lined many of the sitting areas and beds, but on the far end of the room was the biggest bed he had ever seen. It was draped in red silk, golden lace surrounding every edge, with large curtains hanging from a canopy over it. He would stop, however, as the tiger turned on him with that same grin.

"Have you ever been taken, Gabriel?" he asked curiously.

"I... no, my lord. I am a virgin in that case," Cain said, smiling slightly.

That seemed to spur Mendel on even more, bringing his large, fat form a bit closer. He trailed his paws along the toned arms of the lion, breathing in deep to take in the pheromones that were emitting from his body. The bulge between his legs was now very obvious, but it was apparent that the tiger didn't care in the least bit. In fact, he pressed forward to where his large belly pressed to the boy's front, his groin along Cain's.

"You look amazing. Possibly the best I've ever had," the tiger growled, licking his lips.

Cain's heart was throbbing quickly at his closeness with the head of the gigantic snake he was up against. He had never had sex before, but the demon in his mind was slowly easing the idea and experience into him. Regaining some composure, the lion pressed back into the high priest, reaching his paw upward and trailing along that belly, kneading into the soft fur and flesh there.

"Only the best for the greatest priest, sir," Cain whispered softly.

The tiger lowered his head and sniffed deeply into the lion's mane, growling and drawing the boy to his form a bit harder, moving toward the bed and tossing him into it. He quickly followed up by disrobing himself, untying his sash and letting his pants fall, almost immediately naked before the boy. He was obviously more fat than muscular, but those ridges of strength showed beneath the padding and striped, orang fur. His package was quite hefty, seeming to almost be a foot of hard, throbbing cock and thick, softball-sized testicles.

Cain stared at the priest with a growing grin. His eyes almost seemed to glow in the dim light of the room, bringing himself forward toward the large tiger.

"God has gifted you with quite a package, my lord," Cain murmured. His paw reached up, caressing one of those thick nuts in his paw, tenderly rubbing it with his fingers to shift that flesh and fur a bit, leaving the tiger to tense and gasp.

"Yes, He has been good. I just hope it will fit," Mendel snickered, soon roughly pressing the young lion back into the bed as he clambered in after. He wasted no time in gripping that waistband of the boy's garment, immediately taking it off to reveal a large, throbbing member that was almost as big as the priest's, balls a bit bigger than those softballs, however.

"Looks like He's been kind to you too, boy," the tiger stated, seeming surprised at his size.

"But... I've been bad, sir... I need to be punished..." the lion cooed slightly, giving a slight frowned while he moaned, spreading himself a bit and letting his thick rump tense out for the tiger's view.

The sight caused the tiger to tense and shudder, gripping the boy's thick rump and rolling it slowly while he almost snarled in a fit of lust. He pressed the boy down to the bed while he brought himself up, breathing heavily as his thick member bobbed against the bottom of his belly.

"You've been bad, have you...? A confession?" he growled out, panting heavily while he crawled his thick, heavy form over the lion, who was now pressed to the bed while that large belly folded over his back. "You can tell me, boy..." he hissed softly, "God forgives, I assure you. Nnngh... oh yes, but punishment must be served."

"My lord... I have a need for mating. I need it so badly. I fear I have fallen under the sin of lust," he panted, clawing into the bed while his own cock throbbed. His thicker cock dribbled precum onto the bed to send even more of his scent out into the room. "C-can you help me?" he gasped to the tiger, pressing his face into that thick neck.

The tiger couldn't take it anymore. He shoved his fat cockhead along the boy's pert rump, thrusting forward and sliding it through to let gouts of his own liquid splatter that rump.

"Oh yes, boy! You are driving me wild! I've never felt so invigorated!" Mendel snarled out, suddenly slamming his huge cockhead down into that ass, stretching it and not seeming to care at all that the boy was a virgin.

That tight rump spread and engulfed that cock somewhat easily, though the tightness was unmatched. Cain let out a gasping, groaning snarl whenever he was filled by that cock, but it felt good. It felt great, even. He shoved his rump backward, inner muscles rippling to pull it further while he shut his eyes tightly, shivering in delight.

Mendel's large arms came around the boy's waist and gripped his chest while sliding himself upward, panting hotly while his thick tongue lolled out.

"I can help you. Oh yes, I will help you. You feel wonderful," he growled into Cain's ear.

"Thank you, my great priest... I need your help..." he whispered again, shoving himself backward, sliding over Mendel's fat member as it pushed deeper into him, bulging his waist a bit while he clawed a bit more into the bed.

The feeling was better than the priest had felt in a long time. He was arching and thrusting deeply into the boy already, his thighs rippling with the hidden muscle beneath that fat, his big balls hitting the lion's bigger ones. He gripped Cain harder, licking and nibbling into his neck while his hips hammered into the lion, shuddering as precum shot and filled the boy's middle.

Hidden to the tiger, Cain's eyes were glowing their new red color. He was breathing roughly, teeth bared while he pushed back and forth along the member that was spreading him for the first time. His cock still dribbled, but the pleasure was overtaking him as well. He moaned out to the holy beast while he shoved backward, squeezing harder around that cock as he tensed.

It wasn't long until the tiger was squirming and thrusting in erratic, jerking thrusts while his balls pulled up. Being of old age, his stamina wasn't what it used to be, and he felt his orgasm already approaching. In the matter of a few minutes, he gave out a loud, deep snarl of pleasure as cum exploded down into the boy's waist.

Cain's eyes widened once more. That's what was needed. That orgasm flooded into him and he felt suddenly energetic. His ass clenched around the thick meat, thrusting backward while a deep, rumbling growl of pleasure moved through his mind--the demon was beginning his feast. He tensed and shuddered, rump rippling over Mendel's member while it gushed and gushed.

"That's it... yes... keep going, Cain..." Gabriel growled into the boy's mind.

The pleasure was felt through both of them as the tiger unloaded gush after gush of cum into the boy. His body was tensed in mind-numbing pleasure, unaware of anything strange going on around him. He could only thrust and hump, shoving deeper into Cain while his claws raked slightly into the thick chest of the lion. Each thrust sent more and more of that cum into him.

It wasn't long until the lion realized what was happening. It was his own body doing it, but it was if his rump was literally sucking the cum from the tiger's body. His belly was swelling slowly, but the flesh rippled, seeming to tense as more was pumped into him. Cain's eyes glowed brighter as his groaning grew deeper, gripping the sheets a bit tighter. He jerked and thrust himself, panting roughly.

The tiger noticed it, too. His orgasm should have died down quite a while ago, but he was still going. His mind was numb with the pleasure and he couldn't pull away. Instead, he only drove deeper, snarling and roaring out while taking breaths between. He gripped tighter to the young lion, feeling the muscles beneath his grasp thickening up, almost seeming to grow through the tiger's orgasm.

"W-what... what are you... doing...!?" the tiger gasped out through his wheezing moans of pleasure. His body was shaking now while he gushed, weakening slowly.

Cain stayed silent other than his grunts and moans, seeming to be focused on his work. His swimmer's build became more of an athletic build, thickening to that of an amateur wrestler while he gripped into the bed a bit more. His fur darkened slightly, becoming a shade of brown over the tan it was before. His eyes glowed brighter while he smirked, looking back at the gasping tiger.

Mendel's thrusting began to slow as his form slacked further and further, fat and muscle draining from the old body of the male. He wheezed a bit heavier, but his orgasm still gushed onward, as strong as it was when he first started. He couldn't pull out, and while he was weakening, it felt better than anything he ever felt before. He wanted more, but he was wasting away.

"You are damned, old man. You have let corruption spread through this place and now I shall wreak havoc in it," the lion's voice growled out, though seemed double-toned, "and you are the first."

The high priest's eyes widened as he stared into the red, glowing eyes of the boy, but he still could do nothing to stop his body. He wheezed once more, body shriveling with every gush. He looked like a much older man while his bones became more prominent, skin sagging, fur even falling out from his body. He gave one more gasping breath before his form collapsed and his orgasm came to a trickling stop, falling from the lion's body and onto the bed in a crumpled heap, unmoving.

With a heavy grunt, Cain brought himself up and rubbed his thicker belly, abs now thick and firm along the sculpted torso.

"This feels amazing," Cain growled out in his deeper voice, looking at his sharper claws.

"And it will be easier with the next victim. Unfortunately, the old man didn't have a lot of life left, so I didn't get much strength from him," the demon stated, now through the lion's own lips while he replaced the concubine garment. "We must find someone younger."

Without further enticement, Cain moved through a nearby window, setting out for his second prey.

Swinging back into the monastery to be sure he wasn't caught by the guards, the large lion stepped through and perked his ears to listen. No one was walking through the halls, but he heard a nearby showerhead going off. Still in the priest quarters of the area, he licked his lips and moved toward the bathroom area, peeking through the doorway. He saw one of the younger priests washing himself, this one being that of a young fox.

"Yes, he's perfect," Cain whispered out with his dual-tone voice. He moved forward, the bigger lion approached the shower and turned his own on, right next to the fox. A broad grin came over his muzzle while he looked down at the boy beside him.

The fox jumped as the large figure stood beside him, eyes wide at the thick form, but he gave his own slight smile whenever he saw that grin.

"H-hello," he murmured timidly, "are you a new priest...?"

"Something like that," Cain stated in his gruff voice, running his paws through his mane while the water soaked him. He had discarded his concubine outfit before he walked in, leaving his fatter, thicker cock to sway over cantaloupe-sized balls. "I just got in today, they want to train me to be a monk," he murmured.

"O-oh..." the fox murmured, looking down at that massive package before looking forward again, going back to lathering himself up. "I-I don't mean to be rude, but this is the priests area. There's a monk area, you know," he murmured.

"I know. I just wanted to come and check the place out, see some new faces. You don't mind, do you?" the lion asked with his grin slowly curling to a smirk. It was then that his scent was more powerful than ever, emitting through the shower and filling the fox's senses.

"Oh! Of course not!" the fox stated, smiling sheepishly while he breathed in the scent. It was causing his sheath to stir. The black tip was already poking from the sleeve of fur. His nostrils flared now, eyes widening as he looked down, heart beating fast. That musk was already overwhelming him, thanks to the steam in the shower.

"Hmmm... it looks like someone's enjoying himself," the lion growled, his handsome smirk only growing larger. That fattening dick rose up a bit, passing a foot in length as veins trailed over it.

"I-I... I'm sorry, I don't know w-what's..." he stammered, soon hushed by a big, brown paw that trailed over his muzzle.

"Shh, it's okay. I know what you want," the lion whispered to let his hot breath trail over the fox's ear.

The red-furred male almost fainted from the heat and excitement he was feeling. The scent was driving him crazy, and feeling that warm, muscled body against him caused his cock to shoot up, throbbing and slapping against his belly.

"I want you," the lion growled, walking the fox forward to the tiled wall, pressing him against it while he drew his paw from that muzzle, kissing it deeply.

It happened too quickly for the fox to make sense out of it, so he simply let it happen. He melted into the arms of the powerful feline, groaning into the lips that engulfed his with such ease. That brown paw was stroking over his side, sending shocks of excitement into him while his black tip dribbled his thick, clear liquid along the lion's swelling dick. He couldn't resist. He wanted the lion, too. He needed the lion.

The kiss continued while the lion's thick tongue trailed into the fox's maw, sliding the rough surface against the softer canine-like one. His growls grew deeper while he held tighter to his prey, sucking a bit more into the kiss. Cain grinded his fat, long member, which was now only under a foot and a half in length, along the other's belly. Precum belched from that dick already, sending a tingling, burning sensation over the fox's middle.

The tingle sent the fox to arch in slight discomfort, but he still grinded himself along that front. He breathed harder, stroking through that mane as he returned the kiss full-force, slurping heavily into that thick tongue that easily outsized his own. After a few more moments, he let out a light yelp as he was turned quickly around, slammed into the wall and moaned as he was grinded against.

"Gonna take you right here and now, foxy," Cain growled out into the male's ear.

"Y-yes... please, take me sir. I can't stand it. I need you to fuck me. Hard! Ple-eennngh!" he whined out as he was cut off.

The lion wasted no time and shoved his massive, gaping cockhead up the fox's ass, spreading it widely and nearly ripping it apart. Precum gushed and splattered deeply inside of the male's rump while he arched upward. Inch after fat, throbbing inch sank beneath the fox's tail, bulging that waist out bit by bit. Cain's eyes were glowing again while he held his prey tightly to his chiseled front, pressing the fox more firmly to the wall.

He slammed upward and drew back, already taking the fox as rough as he wanted. Cain spread his maw, latching onto the fox and squeezing him with his fangs, but not penetrating flesh yet. He sucked on his shoulder, thrusting and shoving upward while he tensed. Cain's fat, sloshing balls slapped into the fox's own sac, hitting his thighs with each thrust. Those claws gripped into the fox's chest a bit more while precum gushed harder.

The liquid filling the fox caused him to squirm a bit, more discomfort coming to him. His filling belly gave a thick, churning gurgle, making him grunt and belch a bit against the tiled wall, panting. He pressed back, though gasped as his black cock was gripped by the big, brown paw. His mind was shifted from the tingling pain while his cock throbbed, soon giving a tense and a loud, snarling yelp as cum exploded from his dick.

The tiled wall was coated with thick, white fox cum, causing his inner muscles to clench roughly around the huge lion dick, lifting his head back against the powerful muzzle and neck of his dominator.

"You're dead, foxy," he whispered hotly into that ear, almost hissing into it before he let out a loud, roaring moan as that cum exploded into him.

The fox clenched up, orgasm still rushing whenever he heard the words and felt that hot, burning cum. He would ask what the lion meant, but his pleasure had his bod seizing up.

"My cum is toxic, you see... You feel that paralysis setting in? My orgasm will be the last thing you feel," he growled out.

Those glowing eyes were now almost fiery as he looked down into the fox's, seeing the fear in them while he gushed and gushed. His orgasm wasn't stopping, and he couldn't take a breath to scream. It was true, however. He couldn't move his legs anymore, and his arms were slowly failing to lift. He was hanging from the lion's cock.

Thrusting deeper, Cain held tighter to the fox as he humped, gushing gallons of that white liquid into that belly. It gurgled louder and the fox gave a weak gasp as the tingling was slowly numbing up his form while Cain gripped him further, humping harder while he felt that body softening in his arms. He snickered and growled through his orgasm, watching the fox's face contort into a painful cry, but no sound came out. The fox's orgasm came to a slow stop while his belly filled.

The fox twitched, jerking and gurgling slightly, his form softening more while his arms and legs hung limp. Even breathing was becoming more difficult as thick, loud churns were heard from the fox's belly, moving up to his chest, and even seeming to go down his legs. It was obvious that the big lion had stopped in his orgasm, since the fox's gut wasn't swelling further.

Instead, the lion cock tensed, almost rippling downward in a reverse orgasm. Bulges visibly moved down the underside of that member, seeming to be swallowing. Each sliding bulge caused the fox to tense and spread his maw in a silent cry, his form quivering every moment. He tried his best to pull away, head inclining forward, but that was all he could move. His chest rose and fell more slowly while he became more and more limp.

"Shh, just let it happen. You're mine now, little fox priest. Your soul is mine. Your body is mine. You'll be part of something greater than these measly fools," Cain whispered deeply, gruffly into the fox's ear.

Each swallow through that huge cock caused Cain's body to bulge out bigger. The fox was being absorbed from the inside. Inches of muscle flared along the lion's body, slowly surpassing the amateur wrestling form he had gained. He brought his arms around the fox's form all the more, letting his cock drink down the fox's melting essence.

The lion hunched forward with a deeper growl, back bulking with hills and valleys of fur-covered granite, bricking out with strength as he snarled in pleasure. His claws and teeth sharpened while he changed, fur darkening further from brown to a near-black color. His eyes glowed brighter while he lifted his head, ears seeming to become pointier rather than round, and his tail becoming shorter. Even his muzzle seemed to lengthen a bit.

A few more twitches came from the shrinking, compressing fox. His maw slacked and hung open, the once bright eyes fading to coldness along with his form.

"Yes... yes!" Cain snarled in his dual-tone.

The cock went into overdrive now that the fox had slipped from life, that soul being sucked down that cock as well. The fox's form seemed to cave in on itself, bones having turned to mush from that burning cum, though slight, gurgling pops were heard. Finally, with a few more flexes of that huge dick, the entirety of the fox's body was swallowed down, bulges moving over that dick, leaving nothing behind.

Cain fell to his knees and panted, snarling louder as his body bulged, arms and legs thickening with powerful veins, throbbing almost audibly with his beating heart. His fierce eyes were wide while his neck and chest pushed out, thick sounds of straining leather echoing out with each moment, nipples fatting on the massive pectoral mounds, arms pushing themselves apart by the growth.

Looking more and more like a jock or beginning bodybuilder, the lion slowly stood back up, forearms tensing while he clicked his longer claws to each other, grinning wickedly. He tensed his legs and made those huge thighs flare out, bulging with veins while the lines of his quads were visible, toes wriggling to send ripples through his form. He noticed, however, his cock hadn't grown very much. Only a few inches were added, but a thick, heavy foreskin was hanging from it now, veiny and drooling with precum.

"Incredible," Cain growled out.

"I knew you'd take a shine to it. And you'll only get more powerful with me if you want it," the deep voice came from Cain's maw, though Gabriel was speaking.

"I want more," Cain panted.

"Yes, you do. A few more should sate us," Gabriel murmured.

Not even worrying about the outfit anymore, Cain lumbered through the hallway, not seeming to care that he was stared at. Nudity was often seen in the monastery, considering the sex slaves that were often used. However, he was now bigger than many of the men there. He would only glare and growl to send a few of the lesser monks and priests running. Something caught his eye, however. Training nearby, the monk that tried to "purify" him was there. A slight rustle of fur moved along his back.

The lion set out for the large stallion, catching him off-guard. He was the biggest monk, but Cain took him down with ease, pinning him to the ground by his neck and holding his hands above his head as he snarled and growled, red eyes glaring down at the shocked male. With strange, demonic power, the feline overpowered the squirming stallion below.

"I found the demon," Cain growled, almost grinning manically.

The equine jerked again before pausing, staring up at the male's face. His eyes widened more, giving a loud gasp.

"You!" the equine snarled, thrashing around more heavily now.

"Me," the feline growled, letting his huge body slam down onto the male, causing the breath to be knocked from him. Now more easily grasping those thick wrists, Cain smirked and lowered his head as sweat dripped from his face and thick, furry pits. The musk was emitting more powerfully than ever and the equine was quickly falling under its spell.

"Un... unhand me, demon!" he grunted and squirmed a bit weaker.

"No," he said plainly, giving a firm grind of his huge pecs along the stallion's face. With a flex, those mounds engulfed a few inches of that long face, coating his muzzle with more musk.

The equine whinnied weakly, his eyes rolling back as his robe below bulged with his junk. It grew thicker, pushing up against the lion's waist. He squirmed a bit more, but that scent overtook his senses, causing his struggling to weaken to nothing. He could only neigh and moan, grinding up and sliding his bulging cock against Cain's waist.

Gripping both of those wrists with one paw, Cain reached down with his free one and gripped that robe, tearing it off with ease, exposing the powerful, muscular figure of the monk. The lion's eyes widened at the sight of the huge cock the horse had--it was bigger than the high priest's! In fact, it was bigger than any dick he had seen before. It had to be at least two and a half feet.

"My, my... Your endowment pretty big for a mortal," his demonic voice came out, "I think I shall take it."

Cain rolled his hips, pressing his own flesh-covered cockhead to the other's, sliding it about and letting precum trickle over it before that hood expanded out. It gripped around the equine's tip, slowly sliding down like an anaconda. The lion almost purred in delight as the flesh extended more and more, stretching down that cock while the two heads met inside, the lion's sinking slightly into the horse's slit.

The sucking began immediately. The thick, rolling foreskin would squeeze and slide along that cock while the equine began to buck his hips, sliding himself along the lion cock while he moaned and nickered out louder. He couldn't resist the demon's squeezes and only fed himself further over that cock and into that foreskin. Each ripple tugged on it as if it were being stroked, but the lion brought his paws up and stroked through the equine's mane.

"I forgive you, you know," Cain growled, snickering.

The groaning equine thinned his eyes open, a glare coming from him through his pleasure.

"Oh my, such a dirty look. It's alright, you led me to him when trying to purify me. It's alright. I needed that experience to make the connection," Cain growled.

The thrusting continued while that foreskin rippled, sliding over the equine's waist and pulling those fat, throbbing orbs up into it as well. The flesh cocooned it quite easily and the sucking continued while they thrust against each other. Cain leaned his head down and licked his thick tongue along the equine's muzzle, grinning to show his sharp, dagger-like fangs.

"So, I suppose I should thank you. You set this in motion," he whispered with a hiss before leaning his head down, kissing into the equine's lips before he thrust himself deeper into the equine's cock.

The musk and sucking around his huge member caused the stallion to tense, arching a bit more before those huge nuts gurgled. Gush after massive, splattering gush began to fire into the lion's cock, causing it to flare and begin sucking, rippling as it was fed. The figure squirmed beneath the powerful body, arching and thrusting in the throes of pleasure.

It was faster than the previous times. The lion would roar in pleasure as his cock would tug and pull at the member, his own seeming to swell bit by bit inside of the stallion's, causing it to stretch. It seemed that those balls were being drained faster than the equine could pump out, causing him to arch and gasp in pain as he was squeezed.

Cain growled and panted harder, feeling his hips being pressed upward from his growing cock, cantaloupe balls hanging lower, swelling wider as they were fed. It almost seemed they were approaching the size of beach balls as he drank down the stallion, seeing his form weakening already. The demon's power was growing tremendously and he was able to drain the male quickly.

The equine's powerful form slacked in muscle, almost seeming to deflate before their eyes. His muscles shrank and his cock even got less impressive while he was sucked on, everything being dumped into the powerful demon lion.

"Oh, yes. So good. So tasty," Cain snarled as he licked his lips.

The change began again. Those muscles pushed out again, pecs pressing along his chin as they bulked, traps pressing to the back of his head while the backside swelled. His arms tensed, rippling bigger while his thighs pushed apart, swelling and pumping, becoming more like tree trunks. Every bit of the equine seemed to be adding to Cain while his form lessened more and more.

Similar to the fox before, the monk's form began to twitch in weakness, not being able to lift himself while his breath left. Finally, he collapsed completely and the lion's foreskin was able to spread more, seeming to suck around his entire waist. Pops and snaps were heard while that cock pulled in more of the equine, causing the lion to roar out, sending tremors through the walls while he clawed into the ground.

After a few more moments, the stallion was gone, bulging that huge dick out and sinking down into those balls to spread through the rest of the lion. Having gained that huge size, Cain was now up to a massive three foot long pole of meat, constantly dribbling precum while he panted. Standing up, his feet made deep paw prints in the dirt while his ears pointed higher, longer, and his tail swished shorter. There was still a tuft there, and his mane was still thick, but it was almost as if Cain was more canine than feline.

"Almost there..." the two growled in unison while red eyes glowed into the dark sky.

There were two males Cain knew that he wanted to add to himself. Feeling like they would enjoy it, he made his way down the main hallway again, not caring that his appearance looked even more demonic than before, causing monks and priests to run in alarm. The canine-like lion was bigger than any male there and he knew he could have whoever he wanted.

Going toward the large door that originally led to the high priest's room, Cain noticed the otter looking quite worried, expressing his uncertainty to his wolf companion. The otter was talking so loudly that he didn't notice the lion until he was standing right in front of them, though that musk had quickly infiltrated the area before he had arrived.

"Hello, Gomer," the deep, rumbling voice called out.

Gomer's maw went slack, staring up at the canine-feline beast before him.

"That's right. It's me, the 'gift' you so graciously presented your priest," he taunted with a deep, guffawing chuckle as he brought his paws forward, gripping both the huge wolf and thick otter, pulling them to his huge pecs. "Though, I suppose I should say I'm the cub you picked up at the gate so many years ago..."

Gomer's maw dropped even further, staring up at the male, completely speechless. The wolf was the same way, staring up at the demon grasping them.

"Now, it's time to return the favor. Your soul will live on in me, Gomer. As well as your friend here, and you will be spared my wrath," he growled.

Without waiting for a response, Cain pulled the helmets off the two guards and immediately gripped his massive arms more thoroughly around their heads. Their faces were shoved deeply beneath the huge biceps, pinned under the huge, furry pecs into the deep, furry pit. The sweat there coated their faces, ran down their throats, and completely entrapped them beneath the demon's spell. Both of them snorted and sniffed, lapping thick tongues along the crevices of connecting muscle beneath his arm.

"Good boys... you belong to me now," Cain growled.

There was no resistance. The otter and wolf lapped at those pits, letting that sweat coat their faces further before he released them, letting them kiss and rub over the huge muscles of his body. Still gripping around them, the lion kicked the large door open and moved into the throne room, heading toward the large chair before sitting in it, letting the otter and wolf continue pleasing him. They lapped and kissed at the fat nipples capping those huge mounds, leaving Cain to moan and grunt.

"That's it... please your God," the male huffed.

Both went down, rubbing the huge, throbbing dick before them, tracing over the veins that throbbed along the member while it pushed up a bit more, precum dribbling out of the tip. He closed his eyes and rolled his hips forward, grinding into the two pairs of squeezing, rubbing paws while his balls gave a thick, ominous gurgle. Afterward, that cock extended up a bit more, pulsing fatter and longer.

"You're first, Gomer..." he whispered. He reached down, snapping the straps of that armor so it would fall.

Gomer lifted himself, seeming to move with the will of the powerful lion-jackal. Cain reached down, stroking the back of the male's head before he pushed Gomer's head down into that foreskin. The slit easily spread over the male's head, engulfing it swiftly. That cock began to ripple once more, tugging the otter down easily, especially after belching a gush of precum over him.

The fur slicked up nicely and left Gomer to slip in more easily, wiggling downward and sliding his thighs into the spreading slit. The bulge of the otter was pulled down while he pushed himself, those legs kicking a bit while Cain rolled his hips a bit more. That cock squeezed, audible slurps and gulps ringing out through the large room. Soon, those feet were engulfed, and that tail was slurped up like a noodle. The huge balls hung low while the otter pushed into the left nut, pushing it out and making it swell with his bulging body.

With a deep rumble, Cain averted his gaze to the staring wolf, gawking at his brother-in-arms having been swallowed so easily by the huge, throbbing pillar of meat. He reached out, stroking along the broad wolf's form while beginning to undo his armor, letting the plates fall to the ground with a clang. He stroked along the male's neck before he pressed the wolf back a bit, smiling and licking his lips.

"You want to join him, don't you, boy?" he asked with a rumbling growl.

The wolf nodded quickly, bringing himself to the huge, throbbing cock again while he rubbed the squirming bulge of his partner.

"Lie back," Cain commanded.

The gray muscled wolf did as he was told, presenting himself to the lion while he slowly lowered himself, cock sliding downward to press against the soles of the muscled being before him. A smile came over the lion's muzzle while he pushed forward, the foreskin sliding over those toes before pushing up past those ankles, slit swallowing around the ends of those limbs as he pushed forward.

"Mmm, that's it... Let it happen," the demon growled.

That cock worked up the legs of the wolf, bulging with their shape while it rippled and sucked. Precum dribbled around it and splattered along the ground while he pushed forward. He leaned over the wolf while he licked his lips, kissing the canine on the lips and tilting his head. Cain held the back of the male's head, squeezing tightly while his cock slurped over those thighs.

The wolf whimpered and arched, flexing his thighs as they bulged out that dick more, letting that kiss continue while he tilted his head. The hot, rippling feeling around his waist was now creeping further, each inch giving thick "schlrk"s and "slorp"s, pulsing hard while veins pushed further out of that cock. The lupine humped his cock along the walls of the cock as it passed it, his belly now sliding down the huge, hungry member.

Cain was panting again, the pleasure rocking his muscular body while he thrust himself forward. Inch after inch of the muscular figure was pulled in. He would have to part the kiss soon after while those arms were pinned to the wolf's side, watching him shivering and panting as well. The lion-jackal gave a deep chuckle as he watched, slowly sitting back up on the large chair as he watched his massive dick point upward. Gravity assisted the wolf's final descent.

Finally, the head of the wolf was pulled in, swallowed by the huge cockhead as the bulges were slowly fed to the right testicle, bulging it out bigger and bigger as that muscular form slid in. Cain trailed his paws over his massive dick while his balls throbbed and gurgled, now fully collecting both of the loyal guards. They squirmed slowly and Cain leaned back, grinning as their forms would begin softening into more seed.

"Yes... I am fully recharged now. I can bring you back to your village now, if you want," Gabriel spoke through Cain's muzzle.

"Hmm... I suppose you could," Cain replied.

There was a sudden wave of disappointment that swept over him, making Cain widen his eyes before he laughed rather loudly. If one were to watch the exchange, they would be thoroughly confused at the conversation he was having with himself.

"But I don't want to go back. We can rule this monestary ourselves, huh? After all, my name is Gabriel, didn't you know?" Cain asked.

"I've grown attached to you, you know. You are so much stronger than your father," Gabriel murmured.

"Thanks. But either way, we're one and the same, now," Cain growled out.

There was another wave, this time, a tingling one. His body tensed while his eyes glowed brightly, a bigger grin coming over his face as his pecs bounced in front of him, slowly reaching up and trailing his claws through the thick, black fur there.

"Yes we are. I am you, you are me. No one will overtake me again," he growled.

The dawn was appearing over the horizon as the lion-jackal sat in the throne. He reached down, stroking over his softened nuts--there were no more bulges there. There was only loud, gurgling nuts of sloshing seed. He sighed happily to himself and grinned evilly. With Cain and himself merged together, absorbing each other's souls, they would rule over the pathetic monks and make them fit for his whims.