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--1

Anna was starting to regret the fight. Shoving her boyfriend against the wall, bloodying his lip, kneeing him in the crotch, bolting out the door, and then running. Not because she expected him to chase - she didn't, and she was right - but because she just wanted to get away. Away from that apartment, away from her submissive, apologetic boyfriend. Anger flared up at the thought and reinforced the wisdom of running

She ran to the park, the only quiet place she could think of, once the sun started to set. She sat on a bench, pulled her feet up on it, hugged her legs, and huffed against her knees. With isolation came reflection, and she began to wonder if she hadn't been wrong - if punching her boyfriend around hadn't been the right thing to do. It wasn't possible to teach someone domination by example, not unless you were their drunk father.

The small hyena might have gone home and made up for the night with a lewd act, but he texted her. Dragged away from her considerations, she read the pathetic message: coming home? i'm sorry

"Ugh," she grunted, dropping the phone on the bench with a clatter. She lay her face against her knees again, but in exasperation, not regret. "What a pussy," the hyena hissed under her breath, but nobody was around to hear her even if she shouted. On that chill Autumn night, she was only creature in the park.

He texted her again, and she read it with mounting disgust: please come home, i straightened up from the fight <3?

Anna rolled her eyes and started to tuck the phone into her pocket when he called her. She had liked the submission at first, but it fast proved cloying. Fiery little thing that she was, she answered, promptly hung up, and then simply turned the phone off. Stuffing it into her pocket, she bounded off of the bench, glanced out at the pond one way, and then the town at the other. Taking a third option, she followed the paved path through the park, letting off at a forest trail.

It was a short trail, and she'd walked it a few times - twice with her boyfriend, another three occasions with men she cheated on him with. Each time, she fucked them somewhere along the trail. In other words, she felt comfortable on the trail, even as the sun ponderously descended on the horizon.

Hubris was fast catching up with the feisty hyena. It was a rough hour's walk along the dirt trail, but the sun was racing her and winning. At first, she could have turned around and made it back into the park, but she told herself she could make it. When it got darker faster than she expected and she was only halfway through the forest, she told herself that she could still find her way. When it was completely dark, she finally panicked, realizing how alone she was in the chittering ambiance of the forest.

That was what she thought. Anna actually wasn't alone at all.

--2

Dasa had no premonition that a girl would be wandering into the woods - those woods which he had only recently started to call home. His presence on the mortal plane was the result of a mere joke, a Halloween night summoning by college students with a passing interest in the occult and a "borrowed" medical cadaver. Dasa ate and fucked well that night, leaving no survivors.

Trudging the forest, breaking branches and crunching leaves under his paws, Dasa seemed a lumbering beast. Massive as a draft stallion, but dressed down in a coat of browns on the back and white on the breast and belly, bearing horns and spikes and hellacious teeth, but looking vaguely like a terrestrial hound of enormous size - Dasa could only succinctly be described as himself.

Sickly yellow pupils scanned the darkness, making easy sense of the blackness. His ears pivoted and twisted, tuning out chittering, squeaking, and hooting in favor of more suitable prey. A deer, a coyote - some suitable meal. His belly grumbled, demanding food, but his loins ached, demanding sex. Dasa was ever a needy beast, the mortal plane too sparse in red meat and suitable partners to keep any part of him satiated for long.

"Oh, fu-u-uck!" came the wavering voice, left and to the front. A voice! He knew not what the mortal beasts said, but he knew their flesh was tasty in more ways than one. The pitch alone told him it was a female. Sex or a snack? Perhaps both; Dasa didn't know yet. Thinking that far ahead was beyond a creature of instinct, but treachery ran deep in a demon's blood. Lying low to the side of the path, he waited and watched.

Anna bumbled into view, groping blindly at trees, shivering and whining. When she thought she felt an insect on her paw, she squealed and swatted at nothing, never mind that a caterpillar had made a cozy hiding spot out of the hood of her hoodie. "I hate this fucking forest," she whined, falling squealing over a branch, falling against a tree, catching herself just so she could do it all over again. One errant step almost saw her stomp Dasa's tail. It would have done the demon no harm, but the bony spikes would have certainly cut a crippling gash in her pads. One whiff of blood at that point, and Anna would have been a snack in seconds.

Dasa followed her, appearing to be grinning for his massive, many teeth. Every step was quiet on the dirt path, but now and then, he crunched a branch or a swatch of leaves. Anna would whip around, heart racing (Dasa could hear her pulse; it made him salivate), and she'd stare dumbly at the darkness, often right at the canine beast. Uncaring, Dasa waited, grinning without intention.

"Oh, my god," Anna whined, leaning against a tree, feeling a particularly strong pang of desperation. Fear that she wouldn't see her submissive boyfriend ever again, or - and this genuinely worried her more - that she might have to sleep in the forest with bugs all around her.

Though he didn't know the hyena's tongue, Dasa did know that word - an ingrained hatred, a sour note in any form. His sudden, guttural snarl of distaste startled her into a shriek, and that was when the game was on.

Anna bolted. Heart pounding, lungs gasping for air, she ran with Dasa no longer skulking; he practically galloped after her, and his greater stride closed the gap fast.

Twice calling on powers that came to him as mere instinct, the demon summoned sprites of flame, sickly green flashbangs that shocked the hyena again and changed her trajectory, seeing her lunge away from the flashes only to flee deeper into the woods.

Jagged stumps of branches tore into her hoodie and ripped gashes into the thick cloth, but not into her flesh. Smaller branches, leafless in the Fall, whipped at her screaming face like a cat 'o nine tails as she barreled through them, not caring if anything hurt her, just that whatever was menacing her not catch up.

Breathing steadily, his pace then more of a fast trot than a full gallop, Dasa blundered through the branches that Anna brushed by, ripping them free amidst a cacophony of cracks and snaps that spurred the girl to pump her legs harder. She didn't realize it, but she was squealing like murder as she ran.

Into a clearing Anna went, Dasa bursting out of the treeline after her. Roaring, he tried to bring both forepaws down on the small hyena, certainly breaking her back and crippling her, but he missed by a mile and shook the ground when he landed.

Anna fouled up her own escape; she bumbled right over the rotten shell of a tree, the decayed bark breaking underfoot quickly, but not before she fell over it. Smashing into the forest floor, only lightly cushioned by a bed of leaves, she lay dazed and sobbing as the underworld predator loomed near, grumbling victoriously.

--3

Dasa planted a paw on his prey's shoulder. It was a light step, hardly any weight on the girl, but she squealed and thrashed. For a time, Dasa observed her with curiosity, but she grabbed hold of a branch, swung it back, and opened an oozing cut on the hellhound's foreleg.

This pain wasn't enough to faze the demon (they were creatures with remarkable tolerances for pain even in the dampening mortal realm), but he noticed the wound. Snarling gruffly, he stepped off the girl and batted at her flank, winding her, rolling her over onto her back. She curled up fetal and wept, trembling.

His prey rendered docile, Dasa felt a need to make the clearing more comfortable, and in a flash, he lit a mound of leaves and brush in ethereal, green flame.

The flash-fire startled Anna, made her whip around and sit up. She gazed with pinprick pupils at the otherworldly flames for two seconds before noticing the beast, his body so utterly massive as to be unbelievable. His presence denoted a nightmare, it _had _to, there was no way to rationalize it. Grinning, huffing, bearing down on her - Dasa, a living nightmare.

While the hyena squealed in shock and fell onto her back, hyperventilating at once, Dasa inspected her. Not unlike a terrestrial dog, he snuffled here, butted his nose there. He lapped over the girl's neck, tasting her furred flesh. Though his tongue was too large to be articulate enough to feel the jugular, he knew by instinct that a single bite there would end the creature's life.

"Oh my--, oh!" Anna blurted, sobbing, her stutter interrupting a blasphemy and saving her life, for it was unlikely Dasa would tolerate another instance of that wretched title.

What Dasa did, as he appraised the hyena, was mere canine curiosity. He knew the girl was beaten, and he knew she couldn't escape him with her life. Food was high on the hellhound's priorities, but so was sex; carnal need throbbed in the demon's massive sheath, impossible to miss even in silhouette alone.

As Anna whimpered, mentally berating herself for being so stupid as to wander off and into this inexplicable horror, Dasa continued to sniff. At last, he pressed his blunt nose in-between her thighs, startling her to a squeal, but she dared not move.

Snuffling Anna through her jeans, Dasa partook of her muff's scent with a lashing tail and a bulging sheath. Pussy of a mortal, a delicate smell, but a poignant one to such a tender nose, one more accustomed to sulfur and burning flesh. He gnawed there, upon the trapped girl's mound, his teeth pricking her even through the denim.

Anna was paralyzed in fear, certain that the... _Thing _was about to eat her alive.

Dasa was, indeed, but not in the manner she expected. Chomping down, he rended the denim and nicked the flesh of her thighs but not her cunt, drawing blood and spurring a pained gasp. Ordinarily, the smell of blood was a dinner bell to him, but under the circumstances, it was a sexual thrill to the hellhound, the tip his cock making a grand appearance. Pointed in shape but practically blunt to Anna's tiny size, slathered in pre and dribbling with more. A monstrous cock for a monstrous beast, and Anna gazed on it with abject horror.

The hyena's cunt was naked to the cold air, and the remains of her pants hung in tatters on her trembling legs. With a mean snarl cutting the air and overpowering her sniveling, Dasa lunged and buried his broad snout in the girl's prostrate snatch. Slobbery jowls parted against her black pussylips and the ponderous bulk of his tongue slathered against them. So sloppy was the lapping that her quivering tail hole and softly-bleeding thighs were too licked, but Dasa, driven by instinct, craved the pussy alone.

On his tongue, Anna's taste was mild - demure, if a demon could fathom such a concept (Dasa couldn't). Of all the mortals he'd tasted, she tasted no better or worse. But she crooned at his violent laps, as the female mortals tended to, such vile beasts as to feel pleasure even staring at death.

Whatever pleasure Anna felt was fleeting. She still wept, begging for mercy that didn't exist in the nightmare beast's big, black heart.

Slobbering and slurping, grumbling gruffly and snuffling through his nostrils like a warhorse as he sampled her, Dasa was enthralled by the bitch's smell, no matter how tame and foreign it was. Demonic dogcock hung out of its' sheath in totality, an overwhelming length of reddish-pink meat, massively knotted at the base. Pre, hot to the touch, drizzled onto the leaves, and his tail lashed, fanning dense musk all around the clearing.

Dasa's heavy scent occurred to Anna on a basic level. So much of her brain had shut off in pure panic for that fight-or-flight mechanism which she didn't heed. To her dulled brain, that queer pleasure of being slobbered so hotly, so... Ferally synergized with the untamed, musky flavor of the air, but it added to the fear, put more terror on her burdened psyche as demon musk was apt to.

Getting hungrier, Dasa nipped at the hyena's folds. Not once had he been able to part her snatch, his tongue merely too blunt for the job, and he had sufficed on the taste of the outside alone. That difficulty to enter was a foreshadowing, a subtle one at first, but as he pulled his dripping snout up and padded over the bitch, the subtlety of the omen was equal to that of a thunderclap. His menacing flesh prodded her cunt with learned skill in mounting mortals.

Too massive was his cock and too eager was the hellhound, but he ground into her anyway. His pointed tip jabbed at her snatch and brushed into her belly, and all the while she screamed and yowled, but the woods didn't care. Neither did Dasa. A lucky grind of his terrifying endowment gave the pointed tip purchase between her cunt lips, and he dropped a meaty paw on the bitch's shoulder to keep her still.

Tip notched in the hyena's cunt, Dasa ground forward, defying snug vaginal walls to get the sex he biologically craved. Anna's squeals were deafening and feral, sounds more akin to what her four-legged ancestors would have cackled across the savannah, but Dasa's ears were tuning that out. Pleasure was what mattered. He rammed his cock forward, wedging her open, snarling in triumph.

The hyena's agony was palpable, the penetration fast hitting a breaking point for the girl, whose cunt tore and began to bleed. Dasa's penis was smeared with her hot blood as he nailed it in.

Over and over, Dasa slammed his cock forward, reaming vaginal walls that were used to a timid, averagely-endowed boyfriend or the uncommon stud on the side. All she could do was squeal, thrashing beneath his weight and around his cock as he savagely penetrated her.

A haze of pain overtook Anna, that uselessness hardly abating. She had never had children, and as the hellhound rammed into her with his senseless rhythm and throaty snarls, she knew she never would. She didn't expect to survive the encounter, and her thoughts were never once on her boyfriend as Dasa continued to rut into her. Even as his cock violated her cervix and treated her to the most awful pain imaginable, she thought only of herself.

It was of primal importance that Dasa bury his knot, but even pushing so deeply as to enter the hyena's womb, most certainly inflicting life-altering wounds on the mortal, he couldn't get it in. Frustration washed over him, mingling with the need to fuck, to play with his food.

Heavy hips pulling back and retracting a foot or so of his hellhound cock, Dasa subjected the girl to more pain. This pain was arguably greater than it was before as her stretched walls tried to relax, the muscles worn-out and torn, the agony overwhelming, bordering her on unconsciousness that would not quite embrace her.

As the prey squealed and babbled and pawed at his leg in appeal, Dasa rutted her. The state of her pussy didn't concern him, and even as wrecked as it was, it proved to be a tight hole to fuck. The bleeding was of small concern to both the hellhound and the hyena; the bruising and painful stretching solely concerned the latter.

Piston-pumping Anna, making full use of her snatch as nature never intended, Dasa was grinning like a Cheshire, teeth gleaming in the green glow of his flame. His copious, hot pre sluiced out around his cock, providing merciful lubrication, but nowhere near enough of it to even halve the pain.

The hyena's wailing took on an almost sensual flair, though it was pure pain, no pleasure. She writhed and crooned with great swells of agony, crying onto already-soaked cheeks and holding onto the hellhound's leg with all her might, trying to relieve some of that pain through her squeeze.

Dasa never cared and never would. Only the fuck mattered; getting to dump his nuts, staving off the overwhelming urge to fuck for one more evening. An orgasm wasn't far off for him; gritted, grimacing fangs and heavy, hoarse huffing through his nostrils telegraphed it to Anna - or would have, had she been lucid enough, but pain had her in a special realm of shock.

Punishing thrusts wrenched Anna open, displaced her reproductive organs and bruised flesh that was never meant to know trauma aside from birthing a pup. The bulbous gland of his knot, pulsing mightily and comparable to a pair of oranges in size (compared to the grapefruits that were his massive, swinging testicles) threatened the hyena's wrecked cunt with greater defilement each time it bumped her.

She knew what it was in instinct and experience. She even liked it sometimes, when her boyfriend would knot her - or when she'd tell him to, more appropriately. But Dasa's was senselessly massive, frightfully oversized for her poor cunt. A whole new kind of squealing started up, an agonized bellowing that cut the air and pierced Dasa's ears.

Under different circumstances, Dasa would have silenced that sound, preferably in a fast, fatal manner. But now wasn't the time; his balls were drawing close to his loins, and he knew that the sweet relief of release was coming up, mere seconds away. It was imperative that he knot the bitch. Instinct demanded it, and massive muscles obliged it.

Doing away with the longer strokes, Dasa bore down on his fuckthing with short, harsh humps which ruthlessly ground his bulging knot against that trashed pussy. His cock tickled the depths of her womb and sent pain screaming up through her body, manifesting as literal screams; he was incapable of caring. A demon hunter could have lanced him through the heart and he would have rutted Anna with his dying breaths.

Again and again, that knot smashed into Anna's pussy and widened flesh that couldn't bear to part further - but for the hellhound's will, it did. To the tune of a scream so shrill that it took the bitch's voice away and replaced it with hoarse cries, Dasa buried his bone, the knot bullying past those abused folds, splitting her completely open.

Poor, foolish Anna teetered on unconsciousness as Dasa rumbled above her, sounds of near-affection, perhaps the closest he had to love in his guttural vocabulary. Potent demonic seed flooded her womb, backwashing around the hellhound's cock. So mangled was her pussy that his knot's intended purpose - of plugging a mate up to keep the seed where it needed to be - was entirely bypassed, and his seed dribbled onto the leaves.

It was a poignant scene, one of utter tastelessness and sickness, and Dasa couldn't have been happier with himself. Shortly, Anna dropped off into wide-eyed unconsciousness, missing the next brutal pain as Dasa extracted his knot from her snatch. The gush of semen was nowhere near as impressive as it ought to have been, but Dasa didn't know the difference.

Leaning over her, Dasa gave her an appraising sniff. He looked at her vacant, dilated eyes. A quick meal, for sure - but she smelled strongly of him. Instinct made her off-putting, even as much as his belly rumbled.

Cock still dribbling, leaving a lewd, telling trail, Dasa snuffed his flame and stalked into the woods, where he would prey on many a deer and coyote.

The next morning, police found Anna in the woods, curled up pantsless, passed out in exhaustion and shock. It was the most violent rape any of them had ever seen.