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Francis nursed a thin cigarette between his lips. Gray smoke billowed from his open maw, permeated the fresh breeze, and dissipated into the midday sun. The thin, rustling leaves seemed nonplussed by the acrid smell.

“I thought Alaska would be colder," Francis remarked. He picked idly at the rotting bark under his ass. “I've been to Siberia, and it wasn't nearly as warm."

Nerai sat at the feline's side. He hummed, gave a shrug. “It's summer. Maybe this is just how Alaska is during this time of year," he said. His eyes then fell upon a blooming bush in the distance; fiery red flowers poked from burgeoning verdant bulbs. It reminded him of Hell's crust.

“How long have you been harvesting souls?" he asked.

Francis thought for a moment, then replied: “One hundred years." He flicked his cigarette's ashes onto the ground, stamping out its stray embers. “So… about a third of my life."

“Do you get used to it?" Nerai asked. He nervously clicked his claws together, rocking his weight back and forth. “It's just… I'm grateful to have a job now. Really grateful, actually. But this is only my second soul, and I guess the whole thing just… freaks me out still."

Francis forced a smile. He said, “You should hope it always freaks you out a little."

“Really?" Nerai asked. “That seems terrible."

The two then lapsed into awkward silence. Francis wordlessly unveiled an aluminum cigarette case, splayed open its velvet insides, and offered it to Nerai. He asked, “Do you want one?"

“I don't smoke," Nerai replied. “But thank you."

Francis shrugged. “Suit yourself," he muttered. A pause, and then: “By the way, I want to let you know that there's no hard feelings about Niya and Kazimir. I'm really happy for you three. Genuinely."

“O–oh." The comment caught Nerai off-guard. “Thanks," he replied, and rubbed the back of his head. “Yeah, I was kinda worried about that. Especially since we're coworkers now."

“Don't be." Francis spared a tender glance and said: “I'm long past Niya and Kazimir. They deserve someone who's good for them." He then laughed, added: “But I will admit, seeing all of you together at the Devil's Triangle was a shock. I never thought I'd see them around again."

Nerai's shoulders drooped. A timid smile rose to his maw. “I can imagine," he replied. “I didn't know you collected souls, either. I thought being a restaurant owner was full-time."

Francis took a puff. “Devil's Triangle keeps me busy, but it's a passion project," he explained. “My staff is good. I love my staff. So they take over when I'm out paying my debts."

The dragon scoffed. “Too bad you can't pay the Council in cash," he said. “I'm actually paying all the debts for our household. Rates are going up, you know." Nerai dragged his heel through the dirt, creating a ravine between dead leaves. “I don't really like collecting souls, but it's infrequent enough that… I can kinda ignore it."

For a moment, Francis was silent. He then exhaled and asked: “If you don't mind me asking… how do Niya and Kazimir feel about all this?"

“They're…" Nerai sucked air through his teeth, whipped his tail. “They don't like it. But if I didn't go into soul collections, we might've been arrested. Collecting souls is the only way to make sure we stay safe." He frowned. “I'm doing the right thing. Even if they don't see it. You get me?"

A smirk flashed across Francis's maw, rapidly supplanted by a contemplative frown. “Oh, I get it," he said. “Do you… know what happened between me and the girls?"

“No," Nerai replied.

“What happened was… I started collecting souls." Francis gave a small huff, tugged at his suit. “It was just to pay my own debt, of course. Not theirs. But they just… they thought it was dirty work."

A chill shot through Nerai's spine. For just a moment, panic made his fists clench. “Oh," he breathed. “Oh, I…"

“But – but, I'm sure they feel differently now," Francis blurted. “This all happened a century ago. Things have changed a lot in that time."

Nerai averted his eyes. Like a parasite, anxiety gnawed at him. Kazimir and Niya had vehemently opposed Nerai's decision to collect souls on their behalf. And while they had eventually relented, he felt remorse for having made the decision against their will. In the back of his mind, Nerai wondered whether he was a martyr or a fool.

“They didn't like it," Nerai admitted. “But again, we… I… didn't have a choice. If I didn't take this position, we might've died. I'm doing what's best for us."

Francis snarled. “Tell that to the souls we collect. Most of them are… unwilling, to say the least."

“Really?" Nerai asked. “The first one I harvested was pretty calm. Or… at least he seemed calm." A quiet chuckle. “Honestly, nirvana doesn't seem too bad."

A guffaw flew from Francis's lips. “Some supplicants will believe anything," he said. “Mortals' minds are so fragile."

“Fragile… yeah…" Nerai echoed. He squinted at Francis, scrunched his maw in confusion, and asked: “Uh… look, this might seem like a dumb question, but supplicants do experience nirvana, right?"

“Hm?"

“Like… when a mortal gives their soul to the Council, they experience paradise," Nerai explained. “That's what Steven – I mean, the mortal – that's what he told me."

For a moment, Francis froze. He raised an eyebrow, took a long drag from his cigarette. The man was gobsmacked at Nerai's gullibility.

He said, “Nerai… do you really believe that?"

“W–well, I did," Nerai replied. “Until now, I guess. The Council didn't really brief me on anything."

“That's just like them," Francis growled, and pinched the bridge of his nose. He added, “I suppose they just don't train people nowadays, hm? Cutting costs. It's what they're all about…"

Nerai hung his head. “I'm sorry," he said. “I didn't mean to upset you."

“You're not the one upsetting me," Francis spat. “It's the fucking Council. They…" Another deep huff. “Whatever. The truth is, Nerai, that souls are absorbed by the Council almost immediately. It's an open secret."

The dragon's stomach sank. “What?"

“The whole nirvana thing – it's technically true. But that… 'nirvana'... only lasts about five seconds." Francis shrugged. “It's just a lie we tell mortals. Hell, the Council tried to convince demons of the same thing… but then some infernal documents leaked a few centuries ago. It caused a big media scandal."

“And then what?" Nerai asked. “Did people get angry?"

“No," Francis replied. Resignation washed over his face. “Everything stayed the same. It always stays the same."

Nerai nodded solemnly. An image flashed before his face – Steven, the mortal, neck-deep in tar-black Yggdrasil sap. Even in his final moments, the man was convinced he would live in paradise. The realization made Nerai nauseous.

“I'm guessing we're not allowed to tell mortals about that," Nerai said.

Francis simply shrugged. “There's no rule against it," he remarked. “So long as we collect their souls, we get paid." Another puff of smoke. “But I've given up trying to tell mortals their business. Most wouldn't even believe me even if I told them."

Silence once again pervaded the forest. A great uneasiness filled Nerai as he realized how foolish he'd been. His claws shifted nervously along the forest floor, his breaths unsteady.

“At least sacrifice is voluntary," Nerai muttered. “Even if some mortals try and backpedal, it's… they agreed to it. So it's okay, right?"

Francis laid an arm around Nerai's shoulder. “Nerai…" he breathed. His voice was low, tender. “Nerai… sometimes we have no choice but to do evil things. To pay a debt, or to live, or to function in society. But it doesn't make us evil people. You need to know that. Okay?"

A fire burned in Nerai's stomach – remorse, anxiety, dread. He asked, “Are you sure?"

“Yes," Francis replied. A blank, pensive expression adorned his face. “Of course."

Nerai could almost feel his ego deflate. His posture sank. Suddenly, he wished he had never taken this job at all.

“What's our target's name?" Nerai asked.

“Mara," Francis replied. “No last name, so it's likely that she is part of a Councillic Cult. I think they have a base in Anchorage." A sniffle. “She should be here in a minute."

Nerai nodded. “Okay. How old is she?"

“Twenty-two. That's usually when initiates are sent off for sacrifice." Francis coughed, fanned his mouth. “She'll probably be ecstatic to meet us. Try not to be too freaked out."

Nerai huffed. He then stood from the decaying log, stretched his back, his arms, and said: “I'll try not to be too… weirded out." Then: “Does she know she's going to die?"

Francis followed Nerai's lead. He stood tall against the breeze, dusted off his suit. His red tie was set aglow by the sun as he replied, “She probably knows. These cults are pretty forthright with things nowadays. Odds are she will consider it an honor." A pause, and then: “If you'd like, you can ask her yourself."

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Mara's leather sandals crushed desiccated leaves underfoot with every delicate step. Gold chains hung from her lithe arms, rings and baubles adorning every extremity. Jewels overlaid her prominent collarbones, dangled over her chocolate-colored hair. This outfit was fabulous, she thought, even if it was uncomfortable… and quite ill-fitted to hiking.

Mara, however, would put up with any discomfort. She would ascend today, after all; and to become one with the Council's consciousness was an honor. A few blisters would soon mean nothing.

Once more, Mara's dangling gold trinkets stuck on a bush. She stopped to pull them free, tugging weakly at those interlocking loops, before letting her ears perk against the cool breeze. Distantly, she could hear two voices amidst the wood – her guides. She smiled.

“...Anchorage chapter is pretty small…"

The wind billowed in Mara's ears.

“The, uh… down the stream…"

Elated, Mara then broke free from the bush's prickly branches and plunged herself down the shallow hill. A short distance away laid those two demons she seeked: one, a short, pudgy dragon clad in skimpy black shorts and a navy tank top. The other was a tall, slim feline with auburn fur, donning a full black suit and finely coiffed hair. A rose poked from within his jacket pocket.

“Hello!" she exclaimed, and waved from the hill's slope. Her flat bottoms awkwardly slapped on the grass, nearly tripping her at multiple points. As she got closer, she discerned the demeanor of her guides – the feline appeared dapper, his posture upright. The dragon, however, was stooped over himself, as if embarrassed to be there.

Mara was out of breath by the time she arrived. She gulped deep breaths of air before exclaiming, “Hello. I'm Mara. It is – ah – so nice to meet you. Both of you." And she outstretched her bejeweled hand.

“It's nice to meet you as well," Francis cooed, and gave her hand a firm shake. “My name is Francis, and this is Nerai. We'll be your guides to the Yggdrasil today. I assume you're from Anchorage?"

“Yes," Mara replied matter-of-factly. “Councillic Cell Forty-Seven." She laughed. “I've been walking for a couple miles now through the underbrush. You're a sight for sore feet, haha."

Francis gave a fake smile. “I would expect," he said. “We actually have some more travel to get done before sundown. So… we're not quite done yet." A sigh. “Normally, I would just teleport us. But this mortal realm is fickle."

Mara gave a canned laugh at the comment. “Yeah," she barked, “So fickle." A giddy smile stretched across her face, her fingers clamped together in excitement. “Ugh, sorry, I am just so excited. I've barely ever met demons before. You both seem so wonderful."

Without prompting, Mara then grasped Nerai's hands, stared him in the eyes. She bellowed, “Thank you. Thank you so much for doing this. You're doing amazing work."

“Th–thanks," Nerai sputtered. “But I'm just doing my job. Really."

“And it's an amazing job," Mara affirmed. “Really, really amazing."

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“This Yggdrasil was one of the first ever discovered," Mara explained, and traced her pale fingertip along its sludgy bark. “At the time, it was theorized that its puddles led to the afterlife… which isn't strictly inaccurate, haha."

Mara had been blathering for two hours now. Her voice never seemed to tire as she droned on about the history of Councillic Cults, their members, and their many rites. It made Nerai's head spin.

Francis nodded along politely, engaging her the best he could, but it hardly mattered. Mara appeared to be in her own little world. Her words flowed quickly, deftly, like a grotesque waterfall from her plump lips. Nerai could hardly keep up.

For just a moment, Mara then paused, gazing longingly at the sap below the tree. She smiled, remarked: “I just can't believe I'm here. I've been dreaming about this since I was a little girl."

“I bet," Francis replied, and adjusted his tie. “So, are you ready to take the plunge?"

Mara frowned. Her baubles jangled against each other as she lowered her head. A skirt of thin golden chains swished against her shifting legs as she then turned away from her reflection.

“I'm almost ready," she said, and eyed the pair up and down. Like a predator, she licked her lips. “But I… I have a favor to ask, if you two would humor me. And it's a little unconventional."

Nerai and Francis glanced at one another. Francis gave a shrug, which Nerai duly returned.

“Maybe we can help," Francis said. “What is it?"

Mara smiled. “I've… always wondered what it'd be like to have sex knowing I'm going to die," she admitted. A demented grin, a stray glance, betrayed her thinly-veiled lust. “I just… god, I really, really need this. And I was wondering if you two could help me. I know I must sound insane, haha."

Nerai froze. A torrent of emotions flooded his mind. Mara was very attractive, yes – and in literally any other context, he'd take her offer. But this woman was profoundly ill. Would it be okay to even use her like this?

“W–well, I'm unsure if that's within–"

“Of course," Francis interrupted. “That would be fine. Just give me a moment to talk to my friend, alright?"

Mara's face lit up. “Oh! Okay," she chirped. “Really? You'll do it?"

“Yes," Francis replied, and ushered Nerai away. “Just one moment, hm?"

Mara could hardly contain herself. She shouted, “Yep! Just don't keep me waiting too long, okay? Haha…"

Flabbergasted, Nerai then begrudgingly stepped away from the Yggdrasil. Francis followed in tow. Wind blew through the trees and obscured Nerai's voice as he then whispered, “Francis. What the hell are you doing?"

The feline inhaled sharply, shot a glance at Mara. He said, “Nerai, these cult types are erratic."

Nerai furrowed his brow. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as Mara bent herself over a pool of sap, gazing longingly at her reflection. Her eyes were wide, her smile unnervingly toothy. It was disconcerting, to say the least.

“Cultists never make things easy for us," Francis argued. “I've had initiates run off into the woods. Occasionally, they attempt to fight back at the last minute. Sometimes they even kill themselves trying." He scoffed. “Stupid, fragile mortals."

Nerai pinched the bridge of his nose, squinted his eyes. “Okay. And what does that mean for us?"

“We need to placate her," Francis explained. “If we say no to her, she might become defiant. And that would be… unfortunate."

“You're saying she might have a mental breakdown or something?"

Francis grimaced and replied, “It's happened in the past." A glance over his shoulder. “Right now, she's probably loaded up on several stimulants. People like her are unpredictable, Nerai."

“Well, I didn't know she was high," Nerai shot back. Spittle flew from his mouth and wetted Francis's suit. He took a moment to calm himself, then said: “Okay. Okay, look. I have the power of persuasion. I can just convince her to sacrifice herself using my powers. Okay?"

The feline puckered his lips at the suggestion. “No, you can't," Francis replied. “It's in the contract. All sacrifices must be made without using magic to coerce the initiate, or they are made null. I'm sorry."

Nerai's maw scrunched with frustration. He then groaned and shook his head, lightly smacking his temples. “Fuck. Fuck! This is so fucked!"

The feline rolled his eyes at the pitiful display. “Oh, come on," Francis said. “I know this is only your second harvest, but you need to keep your cool. You might spook her."

“Do you really expect me to calmly fuck someone that insane?" Nerai spat.

A moment of silence. Francis shot a disdainful glance at Nerai and replied: “Yes, Nerai. It's our job. Aren't you a lust demon?"

“That's besides the point." A deep huff. Nerai shambled his feet, smacked his lips. “Okay," he breathed, mostly to himself. “Okay, okay. Okay, fine. I'll do it."

Francis smiled. “Good boy," he cooed, and patted Nerai on the back. “Now let's get this over with, hm? And then we can go have some food at Devil's Triangle. Just you and me. No charge."

Nerai exhaled, refusing to make eye contact. “Let's just get this over with," he mumbled, and broke away. The two demons then approached Mara once more.

Francis flashed a disingenuous smile, spread his arms wide. “Mara," he hissed, “We'd be glad to satisfy those base urges of yours. Every devotee deserves a send-off, after all."

He then nudged Nerai, who begrudgingly forced a smile. “Y–yeah," Nerai said. “We're here to help ease your… transition… however possible."

Mara then cupped her hands over her mouth, her eyes aglow with the light of the setting sun. “Oh my… I can't believe this is happening." She laughed. “I've never had sex with a demon before. Is it… different?"

“I don't know," Francis replied, and put his hand on Nerai's shoulder. “Is it, Mr. Lust Demon?"

“No," Nerai said dryly. “It isn't. Unless you think having sex with a shape-shifting dragon is particularly alluring."

Mara nearly quivered at the thought. “O–of course it is." She then reached over her shoulders, gripping the heavy golden chains which covered her chest. She unhooked them with a flourish, and downward they fell, revealing her small, perky breasts.

“I can't believe my greatest fantasy is coming true," she muttered, that same manic smile contorting her face. “This is the best day of my life. I knew my ascension would be special."

As Mara undressed, Francis did the same. With only a snap, his clothes disappeared into a thin cloud of black smoke. As the smoke cleared, Nerai was able to discern the finer details of his body – a thin chest, toned arms, all covered in a fluffy layer of auburn fur. Francis's cock remained encased in a dark-furred sheath, its pink tip burgeoning from within.

A cool breeze then reminded Nerai that his clothes, too, had disappeared with the snap. His body had rounded out nicely since beginning his new career – as if, with every soul he harvested, his body became more and more malleable.

Nerai carried a thick, burgeoning ass now, complimented by a pair of wide, round hips. His dick, however, remained the same – an average-sized length of lavender flesh, crowned at the base by a smattering of violet scales. Below hung his sizable testicles, involuntarily churning at the sight of Mara's lithe body.

Mara beheld the sight with unbridled awe. Her chest excitedly heaved as she stared at the pair, taking it all in.

“I–I'm not sure who to start with," she joked, and let out a nervous laugh. “I've never even had a threesome before, let alone with demons."

Francis raised an eyebrow. He smirked, teased: “Then let me begin for you, hm?"

The feline then sauntered to Mara's side, wrapped his toned arms around her backside. Burrowing below that veneer of golden chain, his paws then grasped Mara's ass, pulling her into his embrace. He hummed as he then gently nibbled on the flustered girl's ear.

“For the rest of your life… no matter how brief it may be… you are mine," Francis whispered. “Just try not to lose your soul to me, hm? It still has a job to do."

Mara then shoved her face into the crook of Francis's neck, moaning into his soft, chocolate-colored fur. The feline's paw pressed against the small of her back, gently massaging between her shoulder blades, as he lapped and nibbled at her ear lobe. The girl could feel herself melting against his soft chest, every stroke of his flesh sending lightning down her spine.

“Nerai," Francis called, and motioned for him to come. “Come help, hm? I shouldn't break this girl all on my own. It's bad manners."

Nerai bit his lip, desperately attempting to hide his disgust. Begrudgingly, he then dragged his feet along the ground, holding his breath in anticipation. “Of course," he said. “Anything to help her pass on."

The dragon then hugged himself against Mara's curtained backside, gingerly tracing his claws along Mara's soft flesh. Frankly, he had forgotten just how soft humans were – one stray flick of his claws, and he'd tear her like tissue paper. The realization nearly made Nerai feel intoxicated.

And so Nerai continued softly, careful not to grip Mara too hard. Against his will, he felt himself aroused by the writhing of Mara's body against his, her mindless moans. Nerai wrapped his palms around her breasts, savoring their heft, gently pinching at her nipples. Mara squirmed in his embrace, her eyes squeezed shut, as she felt herself violated from both sides.

Francis then pulled himself from Mara's ear, lowered himself over her neck. His hot breath washed over her nape as he then closed himself onto her flesh, tenderly suctioning his lips onto her neck. Pain radiated from that spot as Francis's fangs sank there, indenting her skin, and leaving behind a dark purple welt.

The sensation made Mara tilt and swoon, held upright by Francis's strong arms. Nerai then followed in Francis's lead, taking Mara's thin shoulder in his maw, licking gently along its contours, before suckling on it. Like an animal in heat, Mara bucked her pelvis forward against Francis's sheath, enveloped by the demons' overwhelming strength.

Once Francis had his fill, he gently tilted Mara's face upward and met her quivering gaze. Francis's slitted feline pupils bored into her skull with an unfamiliar, alien hunger. In that moment, the feline was overtaken with lust for her soul; the tiniest sliver of her life was allotted to him, after all. Like scraps of meat on the butcher floor, the undesirable parts of Mara's soul would be tossed to Francis; and like a starving dog, he would accept its power. Again, and again, and again.

That stare struck fear into Mara's heart; and yet, she didn't dare pull away. Before her laid what she had always wanted: the opportunity to be consumed. The prospect set her loins aflame. It was just so intimate.

Francis then closed the distance between their lips, swabbing the inside of her mouth with his felid tongue – her sharp incisors, her molars, her tongue. That signature devilish scent wafted through Mara's nostrils, permeating her consciousness – smoke, sun-baked stone, and rosemary. She groaned into the demon's mouth, her arms held taut at her sides, helpless to shake off Francis's onslaught.

Mara then thrust her ass backward, grinding herself against Nerai's cock. The girl's gold chains fell aside with every swing of her hips, revealing something wholly unexpected – she wore no underwear beneath her regalia. The sight made Nerai squirm.

Revealed from beneath the curtain of chain was Mara's round, chubby ass. Faint stretch marks crossed her thick thighs like ravines, disappearing between her legs. And nestled there, pressed against Nerai's groin, was Mara's needy slit; crowned with a thin layer of hair, slick with lust, it pressed desperately against the dragon's erect cock. It was positively tantalizing.

Nerai nearly salivated. Faintly, he could catch a whiff of Mara's desperation from below – that subtle, acidic, near-acrid smell of a bitch in heat. Nerai could feel a deep growl rising from within, urging him forward as he slid himself between Mara's shaking thighs.

“Fuck…" he hissed. Try as he may, Nerai couldn't tear his eyes away. He wrapped his draconic claws around Mara's ass, taking her fully in each palm as he grinded himself against her exposed pussy. Her pucker quivered as she suddenly felt herself violated by Nerai; her groans poured uselessly into Francis's maw.

Francis then pulled back, once more eyeing Mara's half-lucid gaze. He licked his lips, said: “Mara, get on your knees. Now."

The human didn't dare disobey. Just as suddenly as she came into Nerai's embrace, she left. Her bare knees scraped against the leaf-covered ground. Her eyes remained half-lidded, doting, as they settled on Francis's cock before her slack-jawed mouth. Tiny spines dotted its pink length, culminating in a reddened throbbing glans. A bead of precum dribbled down its side; Mara had to resist the urge to lick it up.

“Go on," Francis cooed. “You'd like to pleasure a demon? Then show me what you can do. Now."

Mara didn't need to be convinced. She lunged forward onto Francis's cock, holding his hefty balls in one hand, and took Francis inside herself. Immediately, she felt the feline jump excitedly against her tongue, a thin line of precum spewing down the back of her throat. Francis groaned, petted her hair.

“Good girl," he growled. “Go on. I didn't tell you to stop, did I?"

Mara grunted as she then felt Francis thrust himself inside, pushing his cock against the back of her throat. As if it were instinct, the girl raised her backside toward Nerai – once more, the dragon was presented with her wet, needy cunt.

The sight made Nerai shiver. As if tempted by a nymph, he could feel his inhibitions lowering, his cock raising. Something inside him screamed to walk away, to pretend this never happened. But a greater force anchored him there – the promise of sex, the promise of power. It was irresistible.

Nerai then arched himself over Mara's back, gently prodding her entrance. The warmth of her pussy beckoned him forward, her desperate moans filling the air. Nerai thrust himself inward, slowly at first, as Mara loosened to accommodate his spined length. Absent moans flew from her stuffed mouth.

The dragon then grunted as he felt himself enveloped by Mara's pussy, that tight sheath massaging his cock as he settled into a rhythm against her backside. Again and again, his cock plunged beneath her round ass in time with his racing heart. He could already feel his breaths growing unsteady – he hadn't been this aroused in a long time.

Because truthfully, it wasn't just Mara's body which turned him on – it was the raw power which he held over her. A sliver of Mara's soul would forever belong to him now; her essence would forever be entwined with his. Whenever he mustered his power of persuasion, whenever he shapeshifted, he'd call upon the broken remnants of her being. Forever his.

A quick glance revealed that Francis felt much the same. A crazed expression adorned his maw as he used Mara's mouth like a fleshlight – that same obsessive, craven desire writ large.

It was then that Nerai understood the feline's motivation – it wasn't just about paying a debt, or about upholding the Council's law, or resigning to inevitable corruption. It was about feeling good.

Nerai could nearly feel his heart shrivel at the realization; and yet, he didn't pull away. Somehow, the thought only made him thrust harder, grip Mara's breasts tighter. Body and soul, he needed to own her.

Francis let out a groan, his humping reduced to a frantic twitch. Out of the corner of his eye, Nerai watched as Francis gripped Mara's long hair, then slid her tight throat over himself like a toy. Francis's tongue lolled from his mouth in absent-minded bliss, his tail whipping to and fro along the detritus-ridden ground. His balls tugged and churned against Mara's saliva-covered chin.

“F–fuck! I'm gonna–!"

Francis then plunged himself fully inside Mara's mouth, shoving the back of her head against his groin. His abdomen tensed, and a yelp flew from his maw, as he then came inside Mara's mouth. His engorged glans spewed sticky, sweet lust down the back of her throat, cascading into her tummy and overflowing from her pink lips.

The sight was intoxicating. Tension burgeoned between Nerai's legs, overflowed into his tummy. That familiar warmth then infiltrated his arms, muddied his mind, as he pumped himself inside Mara's warm pussy. He couldn't hold back much longer. So badly, he needed to claim her as his own.

“Mara…"

Her name fell from Nerai's lips like a stone, echoed off of the trees. It was followed by a deep, breathy moan as Nerai then emptied himself inside of her, his lust permeating her quivering insides. Nerai's cock flared, and his grip uncontrollably tightened around her breasts, leaving sopping red ravines along her pristine flesh.

Mara cried out in pain at the sudden intrusion, began to wriggle and writhe. And then, snapping herself from her stupor, Mara managed to jerk herself away from the two demons; stray tendrils of cum still dripped from her wet sheath as she cautiously stumbled away from them.

Nerai recoiled. “I–I'm sorry!" he blathered, and showed his palms. “I didn't mean to grip so hard, I–"

But Mara didn't listen. Like a cornered animal, she continued to back away, her legs shaky with a mix of lust and fear. A whine fell from her lips as she spat residual cum into the dirt. The Yggdrasil tree loomed over her back.

“Wait," Nerai called. “Wait, wait. Mara, stop. I didn't know I was gripping that hard, I swear. I'm sorry."

Mara's face scrunched at the suggestion. Her feet padded against the soft mulch. The shadow of the Yggdrasil eclipsed her face.

“You don't understand," Mara spat, her lips still wet with lust. “I loved it. It was just… a lot. I didn't expect it."

And there, for just a moment, the world stood still. Mara cracked an anxious smile. The birds chirped happily in the Yggdrasil's branches. It was a beautiful, beautiful day – and Nerai had only noticed it now.

And as suddenly as the moment came, it passed. Mara's right heel suddenly slipped from the solid ground below, only to be met with the viscous goop of Yggdrasil sap. Surprise flashed on Mara's face, and a yelp ejected from her mouth, as she suddenly careened backward.

“Mara!" Nerai yelled. He lunged forward, attempting to grab Mara's arm, but missed by several feet. And, with a hard plap, Mara fell backward onto the sap's mirror-like surface. Francis then placed a hand on Nerai's shoulder, holding the dragon steady, as they watched Mara submerge.

It only took a few seconds. First her ass, her legs, and then her chest and arms. Mara didn't scream, or shake, or beg for her life. She smiled through jet-black teeth at Nerai in her final moments, her tongue like a muddy tendril. She said:

“Death is an orgasm."

And she drowned, silently, leaving only a stray bubble behind. It popped, spewing droplets of sap onto the dirt.

Nerai didn't know what to say. Small tears welled in the corners of his eyes.

“I feel terrible," Nerai muttered.

Francis shrugged, patted Nerai on the back. Lust still dripped from him as he cooed, “I'm sorry. But eventually, Nerai… it gets better."