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It was the time of dusk where silhouettes stood out from the slowly darkening sky. The road was empty, pavement dirty from the aftermath of the day's rain. The storm had finally moved on by the time the van had reached the edge of town. The commuters were already home and getting ready for bed while the dirty, white van drove down the winding road as a single bright dot on an ever-darkening horizon.

Inside, Bernie kept his hands latched to the wheel, his forehead furrowed in concentration. Willard sat next to him in the passenger seat, every once in a while holding up the printed MapQuest directions so Bernie could double-check he was going the right way. In the back seat sat Christobel, Isaiah, and Archie, crammed together as close as they could without having to share a seatbelt. On his lap, Archie held onto a small cardboard box filled with candles, extra lighters, a small paintbrush, and various other implements. Everything but the dagger. Isaiah had that. Archie wasn't allowed to hold the dagger. In the middle, Christobel sat clutching the uncomfortably large box of black robes and grumbling to himself.

In the third back seat, which had needed to be installed, sat Jessie, by herself (by her demand). She held nothing on her lap, but kept a very tight arm around the box of alcohol on the seat next to her. She kept a tighter grip on the hefty bottle of Johnny Walker in her right hand, which itself was already half-empty. Her legs were propped up on the seat in front of her, every so often swiping Christobel on the back of his head or pinching one of his spines against the seat.

The ride had been quiet for hours. Jessie was content to focus her energy on drinking. Isaiah and Christobel were busy suppressing dangerously high levels of irritation for their least-favorite member of the cult. Archie was just happy to be there. Bernie, however, was keeping rapt attention on the road. Were he not gripping the wheel so hard, his paws would have been shaking. His tail certainly was, beneath the seat. Never had a ritual succeeded in even a modest summoning. No lesser demons, no spirits, and with only varying success with an Ouija Board in the basement.

But that night was different. On his back, Bernie carried with him a small bag. Inside was a small, old, featureless book that remained a secret to the others. A book he'd found serendipitously, in the back section of an old bookstore he thought had closed down months ago. The book was barely the size of a daily planner and could fit in the palm of the hand. Its pages were bound in an old, brittle leather, evidently tanned roughly and quickly however many years ago. Bernie swallowed a lump in his throat and drove on. Whatever happened, that night would be different. He knew it.

"Are we there yet!?" Christobel shouted, after Jessie's hooved foot clocked him in the head once again. The entire group jumped at his outburst.

"Uh..." Bernie mumbled. He glanced at the directions once more, then whipped his head between the lower sheet and the road ahead, illuminated only by his dirty hi-beams. Upon approaching a turn he recognized, his face lit up and his tail began a feeble wag underneath him.

"Almost!" He said, his voice cracking. He cleared his throat and said again, "We're almost there!"

"Fiiiiiinally!" Jessie shouted from the back, dropping her feet to the floor. "Do you know how long it takes me to go through half a handle of scotch by myself?" Her words were slurred and heavy, coming from her teeth as much as her tongue. "About a three hour drive! I know that now! Thanks, Bernie!" She gave a thumbs up with her right hand, tilting the bottle accidentally and splashing whiskey on the seat.

"She's right. Everyone, I apologize profusely for the long drive, but we're almost at our destination. I'd finally like to share with you the location of the ritual site and the reason why it was chos-"

"Does Johnny Walker care?" Jessie yelled, leaning over the seat and elbowing Christobel in his swiveling eye. There was a pause of silence while they tried to interpret what that meant. "No? Then Jessie Bell doesn't care, either!" She stuck the bottle back into her mouth like a pacifier and collapsed back into her seat.

"Um..." Bernie paused before resuming. "Alright. Well, when I was a puppy, my grandparents used to live out in the country. As I would spend my days and nights exploring, I found many sights that amazed and astounded me in my youth. But none stuck with me more than my discovery...of a fairy circle."

"This whole cult is a fairy circle!" Jessie shouted, laughing at her own stupid joke before drowning it in more alcohol.

"Uh...I discovered a fairy circle in the forest. More colloquially known as...a Devil's Tramping Ground..." Bernie said ominously.

"Those aren't the same thing!" Jessie shouted.

"Let me tell my fucking story!" Bernie barked, swerving the van violently at the same time. A lull of silence allowed him to compose himself as he re-correctedhis path on the road. "My discovery is what led me to an interest in the occult, an interest in magic. I have discovered that, not far outside of the city, there are reports of_another_ fairy circlein the fields of a ranch. They are known to be places of great magical attunement, of connections to the worlds beyond ours. We will take advantage of this wonderful occurrence to _finally_pull forth the Fallen Angel into our world!"

Jessie continued to drink, paying attention only to the nearly-empty bottle. Archie's eyes were wide in rapt attention, but completely dulled of understanding. Christobel was grumbling at Jessie setting her feet on top of his head again. Isaiah was digging into his ear with one of his fingers while trying to avoid hitting his head on the ceiling. Bernie glanced over to Willard, he paused before dutifully giving his story an enthusiastic little clap. Bernie sighed, taking a quick right turn and pumping the van to a screeching halt beside a dirt road.

"We're here," he said, dejectedly

The cult piled out of the van in far less than an orderly fashion, each one of them eager to set their feet on solid ground. Jessie was the last to stumble out onto the ground, having abandoned her near empty bottle of Johnny Walker for a brand-new handle of Grey Goose vodka. She didn't bother with the rest of the box. Even in her intoxication, Jessie knew it was all primarily there as incentive for her to come along in the first place. It worked.

"Follow me," Bernie said, producing a flashlight from his back pocket. Willard similarly pulled out a smaller flashlight from somewhere unidentifiable on his person. "I've done my own investigations here from Google Maps. It's only a short walk through the trees."

He and Willard began walking, shining their lights ahead, while the rest of the group followed nervously behind. Isaiah was shivering in the cold and forced Christobel to stop so he could pull out his robe to well. Archie and Christobel did similarly. Bernie and Willard were too far ahead to notice. Jessie was too far behind to care.

The dirt road narrowed into little more than a path through the woods,only vaguely baring marks of use. After a short distance, it began to curve upward into a large, but shallow, hill. The trees were thick and blotted out what little light remained in the sky, leaving even the moon blinded. The flashlights, as basic as they were,did enough to keep the entire cult on the right path, but little else.

"I don't like this, Bernie," Isaiah said, glancing around into the darkness of the forest around them. "Do you know where we are?"

"We're in a cult on the way to perform some kind of arcane ritual," slurred Jessie, far louder than was necessary. "Aren't_we_ the ones people should be scared of, dude?"

"Sister Jessie is right. There's nothing here that can hurt us," Bernie said. "And we'llhave reached our destination at the crest of the hill. Be steadfast, Brother Isaiah." Bernie only broke out the 'Brothers' and 'Sister' when he was feeling particularly confident. In a way, the group found it comforting. At least somebody seemed to know what they were doing.

At Bernie's prediction, the hill leveled out into a wide-open field, lit bright as day from the cloudless light of the moon. It seemed to be an old hay or wheat field left untended for the winter season, but it seemed much older than that at the same time. Swaths of tall grass waved like the ocean in the nighttime breeze while leaving the trees around them to similarly sway and bend. It was colder than inside the forest itself, but the opennessfelt far safer. Even regularly nonplussed Jessie was impressed by the grandeur.

"Now, let us on our ro-" Bernie began, but he turned and saw the rest of his cult already dressed accordingly. Taken aback, he instead silently removed his and Willard's cloaks from the box and put them on. Jessie was thrown her own cloak, which she slung over one shoulder while continuing to drink with the opposite hand.

"Come, the fairy circle is said to be in the very middle of this valley," Bernie said while putting away the flashlight. "With our trained vision, we should have no trouble recognizing the magikal energies at play."

"I bet you spell 'magic' with a 'k' you prick," Jessie shouted, her voice echoing across the open space. Bernie grumbled, pulling on his robes. The ground beneath the tall grass was still damp from an hours-old rainstorm. The air was cool and fairly still aside from the odd gust of light wind. Nocturnal insects flitted around the group as the trudged over the softly falling hills. Jessie produced a plastic bag of dandelion heads from her pocket and munched on them while tucking the bottle of vodka under her arm. Christobel sped up his walking, closing the distance between himself and Bernie.

"Bernie..." He began.

"_Brother_Bernie, Brother Christobel."

"Ugh...Brother Bernie," Christobel swiveled one of his eyes around to glance at Jessie over his shoulder. "What is she even _doing_here? All she ever does is get drunk and yell at us...Well...yell at you, mostly. She can't be a positive force for the ritual."

Bernie remained silent as he trudged on, taking a moment before turning to Christobel and responding.

"Sister Jessie is a vital and respected member of our Order and has every right to be at the ritual alongside us." Bernie's eyes were half-lidded and his voice was flat, indicators that he believed his words as much as Christobel did. He grumbled and retreated. Bernie stole a glance to Willard, who patted his shirt pocket and nodded knowingly.

At a shallow point of ground between the two hills, the tall grass came to an abrupt end. Before them was a bare patch of dirt and dried soil, conspicuously empty considering the ample plant life surrounding it. The dirt was blackened in the middle, resembling the remains of a campfire, while a loose ring of mushrooms lined the edges of the circular clearing. Even while blocked by the wind, the still air was colder than ever.

"We're here..." Bernie said, ominously.

The cult was immediately set to work under Bernie's supervision. With a sharpened rock, he traced a circular pentacle in the dirt, consulting the leather book frequently to ensure accuracy. He then instructed Archie to empty the mason jar of white poured into the grooves of the sigil, instructing him on the proper path to follow. Isaiah and Christobel were already setting out the candles on the five points of the pentacle while Willard slowly moved between them, painting delicate and intricate signs between its arms. Jessie sat on the hill and watched, still drinking.

"We could use a_hand_ over here!" Isaiah shouted, irritably. Jessie set the bottle between her knees and waved her hand.

"You guys have done this before, righ? I don't want ta get in you guys' way. You just keep goin'. I'll watch. For next time." She squinted in the half light, then cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted "Willard! Hey Willard! You need ta put a dot in the middle of tha' one!" She pointed to a rune in the bottom left of the pentacle. "It means somethin' diff'rent if you don't!" Jessie hiccuped and took another swig of vodka.

After a few more tense and silent minutes, the patch of dirt Bernie had been so eager to find was transformed into an ominous summoning circle. Christobel lit the remaining candles, their glow eerie and unnatural beneath the light of the moon. Bernie and the others had taken their positions around the circle and thrown up their hoods. Even Jessie found herself intimidated by the sight, but weirdly drawn to it as well. Whatever botched, partially constructed ritual the Order of the Black Finger was going to attempt, she could admit they had the presentation itself more or less perfected.

Bernie stood at the bottom corner of the pentacle, making sure that the candles were appropriately embedded in the earth. His tail was partially held aloft, pushing out the back of his robe and ruining his otherwise ghoulish appearance. On his left stood Willard with Isaiah on his right, placed there seemingly at random until Bernie called them over.

"Brother Isaiah," Bernie said as Archie and Christobel took their positions. Holding out his hand, Isaiah nodded and produced the knife from a pocket beneath the robe. It was gaudy, cheap, and ridiculous; a metal dragon spun around the hilt, holding two glass balls in each hand. Or, it was supposed to, at least. One of them had fallen off sometime in transit. Nevertheless, Bernie took the knife and nodded silently to Isaiah, who returned the gesture and re-took his position.

Willard was already at Bernie's side when he turned, clutching a small, plastic bag in one hand. Without a word between the two, Willard passed it over while Bernie took it with the quickest slight of hand he could muster. As it left his palm, Willard stole a glance to Jessie, who still sat on the edge of the hill severely drunk, but at least seemed interested.

Once Willard stood on the corner of the pentacle, Bernie slowly raised his hood over his head, prompting the others to do the same. They waited, wind blowing through their cloaks, each cultist indistinguishable from the other. In unison, the four set on the corners raised their arms toward the center of the circle. Bernie held open the small book in one hand while clutching the dagger in the other. Flipping through the pages, he stopped near the middle and took a deep, powerful breath.

"GIGIM XUL,"_he shouted, his voice carrying far over the field. "_SALMU ALAL! GANZER!"

Jessie set the bottle aside and sat up. Even with her dulled senses, she recognized the words as Sumerians summoning titles, one of the least likely things she could have expected coming from Bernie's mouth. The would-be leader of the Order liked to parade around various 'artifacts' or 'tomes' he collected for himself, but that night was the first time Jessie had even seen the little book he chanted from. Where could he have gotten it?

The others kept their hands extended toward the center of the sigil while Bernie continued to shout and chant in a language none of them truly understood. Bernie reached a pause in his wailing. Setting the book carefully on the ground, he picked up the lit candle between his feet and carried it daintily to the middle of the circle. Setting it down, he opened the small bag and removed its contents: a small tuft of silver-gray hair. Being careful not to burn himself, Bernie lit the hair on fire with the candle flame and set it on the ground in the exact center of the circle. Kneeling, he grasped the knife with two hands, raising it above his head. He took a final, deep breath.

"_GE-NAM-MA-DA!"_he screamed, plunging the knife deep into the earth and straight through the burning hair.

Immediately, every candle went out.

The reaction was so quick, so quiet, and so sudden, that even Jessie was startled. The cultists glanced around in the moonlight. It was first reaction any of them had ever seen when performing the ritual, but not a one of them felt excited about it. They held the silence for an agonizing number of seconds, like the intake of breath the moment before a scream.

Of its own accord, a small flame bloomed underneath the knife blade. It spread, not like fire, but like liquid, along the lines of the circle. The cultists back away one by on as the flames inched closer. Once the pentacle was ablaze, the fire crept between the arms, encircling the red runes painted on the dirt. The flames were low and orange, burning like molten steel.

A blue flame, brighter, hotter, more pure than the rest, rose from the middle. It completely engulfed the knife, almost instantly melting it to slag and rose higher than the rest, like a candle flame grown enormously tall. The flame split, leaving a blue afterimage wherever it touched, and began to fan outward, rising higher and higher as it traced lines into the air. Once the two halves of the flame touched, every lick, every spark, and every flame instantly went out, as quickly as they appeared.

But the flames left something behind.

It was blacker than the night sky above it, like a scorch mark in the air. A deep, descending blackness that appeared to suck in the light around it. It was nearly nine feet tall standing, but floated a few feet off the ground in a cross-legged position. Its hooves were shiny and smooth, like they'd been polished with oil. Horns rose high above its head, enshrining between them a ball of slow-burning flame that gave off no light. Its right arm was held up against its body, with a brand reading 'SOLVE.' Its left arm pointed downwards, branded with the word 'COAGULA.'

"Oh my God..." Bernie whimped, backing away.

" N O." It said, voice like an earthquake. It glanced at Bernie with huge, rectangular eyes colored a bright gold. " N O T H E R E. N O T T O N I G H T."

Itlowered its feet to the ground, hefting itself high with enormously powerful thighs. It towered over the terrified cultists and was just at eye-level with Jessie, still sitting on the hill. It breathed in, chest expanding and muscles rippling, and sighed, staring up at the night sky. Steam rose from its mouth, but the air remained colder than ever.

" W H A T A D E L I C A C Y. I H A V E N O T L A I D E Y E S U P O N T H I S S K Y I N C E N T U R I E S."

Either the alcohol was still raging its chemical war within her bloodstream, or Jessie was far better under pressure than she realized. In either case, she stood up on the hill and began clapping,obnoxiously enough to draw the attention of the cultistsand, more importantly, the demon.

"_Shit,_Bernie! That was-" she paused to hiccup. "That was some old-school summoningwork right there. Who knew you had it in you!?" She continued to clap as she staggered down the hill, all eyes glued on her. Bernie himself looked like he would collapse intoa pile of mush at any second.

She glanced up at the demon towering over them, even it wearing a perplexed expression at her reaction. Jessie was about to speak again, but a burp got caught in her throat and she had to wait for it to slide out before talking.

"Ok! C'mon, get up!" Jessie tried to grab Bernie by the arm to lift him up, but he scurried away from her and the demon like a crab. She threw her hands over her head. "You pansy! He's right here! You got him! Now what're you gonna do with him!?" Staggering, she gestured wildly to the feet of the demon, still glowering silently overhead. "Did you think this was for drama? It's a binding circle! He can't leave it! Did you even _read_that little book of yours?"

Behind her, the demon laughed. Its voice was deep and fiery, a laugh that hadn't been heard since angels fell. The cultists nearly collapsed into panicked hysterics and even Jessie felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up.

" E V I D E N T L Y N O T," It said. With one enormous stride, it took one step outside of the pentacle, its hoofsinking deeply into the dried earth and killing any plant life underneath it. The powder making up the circle quietlycame alight with a new, purple flame that spread around the circle until nothing remained but the paint and dirt lines. Jessie froze in shock, her mindcoming together slowly from the alcohol. By the time the demon had crossed the distance and knelt next to Bernie was she fully aware of how much trouble they were in.

The demon, extended a long-fingered hand over Bernie, who was frozen still on the ground from fear. He began to whine, deep in the back of his throat, as his ears folded back. With two fingers, it plucked the small book from his handsand stood again.It flipped through the pages idly, another unholy laugh in its throat.

" A N A M U S I N G T O M E. W R I T T E N B Y A P A R T I C U L A R L Y C L E V E R I N S E C T." It snapped the book closed,immediately lighting it ablaze with a black flame from deep inside the pages until it became nothing but ash raining to the ground. " I R E M E M B E R D I S E M B O W L I N G H I M A S I F I T W E R E Y E S T E R D A Y. P E R H A P S I W I L L P A Y H I M A V I S I T O N M Y R E T U R N H O M E." It laughed again, looking back into the sky.

It may have been the bravado of the alcohol keeping her standing, but Jessie kept herself rootedto the ground despite the shaking in her knees. Bernie, Archie, Christobel, Willard, and Isaiah were quivering messes, too petrified at their own terrible success to even think of taking any kind of action. Out of all Jessie knew about the occult, the most important rule was keeping up appearances. So she clearedher mind as best she could, broadened her shoulders, and spoke in the deepest, most powerful voice that could come out of her throat.

"Speak, demon!" She barked, menacingly. "What is it that you want?"

The demon laughed again, staring directly through her with its golden eyes. A twinge of fear and insecurity began to take form, but she ignored it and stood firm.

" I L I K E T H I S O N E." It said, grinning. Its teeth were crooked and yellow. " S H E H A S P O W E R. S H E H A S R E S O L V E."The demon approached, its hooves heavy enough to leave deep footprints in the packed earth, but totally silent, as if it glided across the ground. " S H E D O E S N O T W I M P E R O R C O W E R O R P R A Y."Only a few feet away, it crouched and locked its huge, piercing eyes with hers. She felt its breath blowing through her fur, hot and rancid, but held her ground. " I R E S P E C T T H A T," it whispered.

"I speak again, demon," Jessie said, staring into its eyes. "What_do you _want?"

" T H E O N E D E L I C A C Y T H A T C A N N O T B E F O U N D I N H E L L. P L E A S U R E S O F F L E S H."

It wasn't the answer any of them expected. Jessie, despite herself, flushed beneath her fur and wrung her hands together behind her back, but kept a strong, slightly sour expression on her face.The demon raised its long arm and pointed over Jessie's shoulder toward the summoning circle.

" Y O U R R U N E W O R K I S C O M M E N D A B L E. B I N D I N G S A G A I N S T M U R D E R O R V I O L E N C E. B U T S U C H B A N A L I T I E S A R E C O M M O N I N H E L L. B L O O D S H E D. T O R T U R E. D I S S E C T I O N. R A P E. M E R E H E D O N I S M. I A N S W E R E D Y O U R C A L L W I T H A D E S I R E F O R M O R E D E L I C A T E T A S T E S."Without touching her, the demon ran a finger along Jessie's body, ending between her legs. " I S P E A K O F Y O U R V I R G I N I T Y, L I T T L E W I T C H." It grinned.

Jessie's facade cracked down the middle as she blushed heavily. Fighting, she looked away from the demon, only to find Bernie and the rest of the cult staring at her incredulously, their attention momentarily pulled away from the nine-foot-tall demon standing before them. Jessie glanced at her feet and ran a finger through her hair.

"Yeah yeah, you don't have to rub it in," she said.

" R A P E I S S O U N S O P H I S T I C A T E D. A N I M A L I S T I C. B A S E. I W A N T Y O U W I L L I N G L Y, J E S S I E. I W A N T Y O U R C H O I C E T O B E Y O U R O W N."

Looking back into the demon's eyes, her head swam with adrenaline and far too much alcohol settling into her bloodstream. It made no move to harm her and waited patiently for a response. Jessie's curiosity got the better of her; glancing between the demon's legs, she caught a slight glimpse of a hanging cock, hidden beneath a tuft of dark hair. Even flaccid, it was almost as long as her forearm. She bit her lip, a million thoughts being thrown around her addled mind, but not a single of them sticking. She glanced underneath the demon's arm and into Bernie's petrified eyes, staring back at her. She sighed, the choice already clear.

"Alright, sure. Fuck it."

With a smile, the demon made a strange gesture with its right hand. At once, Bernie and the others collapsed to the ground in a heap of their own robes. Jessie quickly side-stepped the demon and ran to their aid, only to stop once she noticed the slow, rhythmic movements of their chests and the faint snores emanating from Isaiah and Archie. Behind her, the demon lifted its left hand and snapped its long fingers.

Jessie's breath caught in her throat as she was completely overwhelmed by a powerful sensation between her legs. In seconds, she had become more horny than she had ever been in her life, as if she were going into estrus a dozen times over. She gasped, her breath shallow and rapid as her heart beat a drumline against her ribcage. Running a finger between her legs, her labia was swollen to almost double in size and was already dripping wet. She gasped at her own touch, feeling sensitive and raw. Her mind was filled over with warm delirium and even her nipples felt tender beneath her shirt. Jessie was almost in physical pain over her lack of cock.

She turned, clenching her legs together, to find the demon standing at full height, towering above her in the field. Its black cock had hardened and continued to extend outward to full mast. Its own breath was ragged and shallow.

In a frantic movement that was barely her own, Jessie tore off her shirt and sprinted across the clearing, leaping into the air and tackling the demon off its feet. Even it was surprised as it fell against the hill with the goat girl pinning it to ground on its chest. Before it could even move, she pressed her lips against it's mouth and began to deeply and passionately work her tongue inside. Her left arm held onto one of his massive horns for leverage as she rocked back and forth with her right arm buried between her legs, working herself as hard as her own fingers could manage by themselves.

Detaching herself from the demons mouth, she took advantage of a hole in the middle of her pants to rip a hole in them, large enough to fit her hand inside. She pulled aside her already soaked panties to expose her pussy to the cold night air. Jessie began circling her clit with her wet thumb while pumping in and out of herself with three fingers, failing to suppress deep moans from the back of her throat. The demon tried to lay a hand on her for one reason for another, but she instead grabbed it by the thumb and straddled it, forcing the demon to take over petting her vagina. Using her free hand, she found another small seam in the elastic in her bra and powerfully ripped it off, throwing it over her shoulder as her tits spilled out into the open air.

" H O L Y S H I T." The demon spluttered, in a voice drastically different from the one it used before. Jessie let go of its horns and instead braced herself against its chest with her arms to better position herself as she rocked back onto its gyrating fingers. She bit her lips to keep her moans suppressed, but her heavy breathing gave her away every time its fingers dug a little deeper inside her. Her tits hung underneath her and swayed back and forth with her movements, nipples hard as rocks. Jessie grabbed her right breast and started circling her nipple, sending a warm tingle up her spine and down between her legs. She let out a long, loud moan that echoed off into the trees.

Jessie sat up, the demon's long fingers still deep inside her. She leaned back and rode them, panting up at the night sky as her breasts bobbed lazily up and down. Unexpectedly, the demon pulled its hand back, sliding its fingers out of her. Jessie reflexively shot out a hand and grabbed it by the wrist, glaring down with a wild, angry lust in her eyes.

"Who the fuck told you to stop?" she said breathlessly, through clenched teeth. In response, the demon simply stood up, sending Jessie falling to the ground. She turned on her back just in time to see the demon crouched above her. Its dripping erection was aimed directly between her legs and seemed primed like a bullet to go off at any minute. In the tense moments before the inevitable penetration, she tore off the tattered remains of her pants with one hand and threw them off into the grass somewhere, dismissing them as soon as they left her hand. Following suit with her wet panties, Jessie lay on her back in the rough grass, completely naked and burning from the inside. She gripped her breast with one hand and writhed in the dirt, resisting the powerful urge to play with herself again. After a moment's pause, she reached up and grabbed the demon by the tuft of hair beneath its chin, pulling its head painfully down to stare it in the eye.

"What are you waiting for?" she nearly screamed, spittle flying from her mouth. The demon flashed a look of surprise, mixed with what could have been fear. It jerked its head back and, in a single motion, rammed its hips forward to push its cock dead-center between her legs.

Despite its size, Jessie's pussy essentially swallowed the head of the demon's cock in a single gulp. She threw her head back and screamed in immense pleasure, her horns digging ruts into the dirt behind her head. Her moans were cut off as the length of the demon pushed its way in as far as it could go, nearly colliding with her cervix. Her hymen was a distant memory, instantly obliterated by the throbbing monstrosity that filled ever inch of her. What pain she felt became mingled with the pleasure until she didn't care what to call it; she just didn't want it to stop.

The demon pulled back, the sensation of the retreating cock as intense as its advance. When it thrust inside again, faster than before, Jessie gasped, her body too occupied to make any noise. She gripped the earth around her with her fingers until she was pulling grass out in fistfuls. When the demon bent its head and gave a light lick to one of her nipples, Jessie sucked in air and beat on the ground with her fist. It tried to pull away, but she grabbed it by one of its horns and pulled its head back down, only letting go once it began to suckle and play with her nipples continuously.

The demon rocked its hips back, pulling out of her a little less so it could push in even farther. It did this three more times as it finally built up a consistent rhythm. Jessie felt like she was on the wrong end of a jackhammer and loved every single moment of it. Her head bumped into the back of the incline she lay on and her free breasts bobbed heavily with every thrust. She moaned and groaned and bleated and even screamed with every movement inside of her, the intensity of her ecstasy hitting a ceiling every few moments before blasting straight through her expectations.

The demon's breath, already hot against her face and neck, grew more ragged and shallow, resembling something of a growl. Jessie felt its cock harden even further than before, like a flesh-coated diamond inside of her. As the demon clenched its eyes, priming for release, she reared her hand back and slapped it across the face with the full force of her arm and shoulder.

"NO," she barked. "NOT YET." In its stunned reaction, Jessie grabbed the huge monster by the shoulder with both arms and easily pushed it over. It rolled over onto its back with Jessie still wrapped around its cock, too dazed and taken aback to resist. Any protests it had quickly faded away as she started to ride its enormous erection, holding herself up against its chest. Bouncing up and down, her moans became mixed with the deep, guttural sounds the demon made as she very effectively took control of the situation.

She gyrated for what felt like an eternity, but was likely less than a minute. The demon's cock hardened as it threw its head back, completely unable to contain its arousal. Starting with a quick, powerful flex, the demon's cum fired out of its cock with enough force to put a hole in concrete. As she felt the hot semen fill her, Jessie's own orgasm exploded inside her with the same energy. Her shouts of pleasure blasted out the silence of the moonlit field and her entire body shivered as she was rocked by wave after wave of never-ending euphoria. The cum filled every crevice of her pussy, gulping every drop until it overflowed and ran in thick rivulets down her legs. Her orgasm seemed to last forever as the demon's cock flowed with load after load inside her. Finally, mercifully, its torrential flow of semen ran dry as Jessie's own senses came back to her.

Her ears rang with a metallic tone and her breath was shallow and ragged. She felt as worn and ragged as if she had run a marathon in blue jeans. She stood on shaking legs, lifting herself off of the demon's softening cock. As she did, another burst of cum, suctioned in place, fell out of her. Stepping to the ground, Jessie managed to walk a few steps away from the satiated creature behind her before collapsing to the ground and immediately falling unconscious.

Hours later, Jessie cracked open her eyes to the sound of birds singing and the hint of sunlight painting the sky. She was still face-down in the dirt, early morning dew dampening the edges of her fur. She registered the soreness in her body as she tried to move and it took great effort to force herself to turn over onto her back.

The sky was mild and empty, brushstrokes of white clouds standing out against a canvas of blue. Still naked, her nipples hardened in the air, still cold from nighttime. Crossing her arms, Jessie sat up, vertigo instantly striking her as her hangover reared its ugly head. She still had the demon's dried ejaculate clumped together in the fur of her legs and a little seeped out of her sore vagina. Tapping it with her finger, Jessie was surprised to find that, despite hours later, it was still warm.

Despite the sleep she had evidently gotten, it didn't seem to do much good for her sore muscles as she stood. Still covering her breasts with one arm, she shivered, her wet fur not doing her any favors. The demon was gone, a few burnt patches of grass to mark its passing. The pentacle had been wiped clean from the dirt and the candles melted to little more than slag. In the middle of the barren circle, a faint trail of smoke still drifted into the air.

To her left were five identical black robes, empty and cast aside in a frantic hurry. Jessie had woken up very conspicuously alone. Frowning, she painfully shuffled over to the robes, spotting a series of paw prints of various shapes leading back into the woods. She grumbled as she pulled up the robe nearest to her. It had evidently been Bernie's because underneath it was his small, nearly empty backpack, left equally abandoned. As it moved, Jessie noticed the small jingling of metal from within. Checking inside, she found that, along with the robes, backpack, and Jessie herself, the van's keys had also been similarly abandoned.

"Assholes," she smirked, gripping the keys as she pulled on the robe. While far too big for her, she was still able to walk comfortably if she rolled them up around her hooves.

Jessie set off to the woods, trying to remember the way back to the road, all the while unaware of the passengers she carried with her.