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“There. That should do you until the wagon gets here.”

Nia tied the last knot extra tight. She was almost certain the wicked black dog in her clutches was the poisoner. There was a witchy way about her. The cow had just been trying her best to enjoy a night at the tavern with what gold she’d managed to scrape together, only to get her drink spiked and her coin purse stolen right off her unconscious body. A little throwing her weight around to intimidate the patrons who had witnessed that senseless act of banditry, and she had enough information to track down the little camp where the thieves were staying.

For as little training as she might have had, Nia’s bulk made a statement in a fight, and she’d managed to deflect the nimble blows the scoundrels directed her way and get them pinned down and bound. They didn’t seem like the most threatening of criminal gangs, but that wasn’t going to stop Nia from turning them in, especially after what they did to her. Surely they were still worth a decent, if unimpressive reward. It was ever the more difficult to scrape by without making the jump to full adventurer, and she really didn’t have the stomach for that sort of danger.

A little fancy knotwork and the gang of amateurs was bound and gagged for transport. She tried not to think too much about what was going to happen to them as she strode about, taking stock of everyone she’d captured and any valuables she could pinch for herself, aside from her own stolen gold. Aside from the dog, there was also a pair of rather petite hyenas who had put up a rather pathetic fight despite working together, their magic flickering and misfiring in their attempts to overpower her. Similarly unimpressive was the dragon girl, for as elegant and mysterious as she looked with the black leather over her blue scales and trim form.

She could see what they were going for, with their mix of talents and their makeshift hideout in the cave, but if she didn’t take them down then someone else would have - and the bounty hunters of the realm weren’t known for being gentle to even the most petty of criminals. It was a mercy she came along, really. Standing above them, listening to their muffled complaints and watching them squirm, she just put her hands on her hips to assert her thoughts on the matter.

“I don’t know exactly what you expected, poisoning someone like that. Sure, it might have just put me to sleep for a little while, but what if you mixed up your little concoction? Then you’ve got murder on your heads, and they don’t let you off with a slap on the wrist for that. If you think about it, this is the best it could have worked out for you after what you did.”

Nia’s targets were usually unremarkable enough that she didn’t even consider the possibility of competing for a bounty. Yet before she could start hauling her prizes out of the cave for pickup, she felt the presence of someone else entering the scene. She wasn’t sure which sense exactly had detected the intruder. It was a sensation rolling up her spine, crawling across every single inch of her exposed skin. Her chest was tight and her stomach felt strange. A scent eventually made itself known, warm and enticing, and it accompanied the casual approach of a four-legged creature padding into the cave as if it was unaware of the commotion within.

It was no regular wolf or wild dog. Nia was simultaneously chilled and heated when she caught the glow of the big canine beast’s eyes. The spikes and horns hinted clearly at what she was dealing with. Striding forth on four paws was something infernal, something far outside her realm of expertise. She wasn’t even armed for a proper fight. Her fists took her pretty far in common brawls and bounty work, but if she was about to fight to the death with a hellhound, she was far from prepared. At least she assumed that was how it was going to go. What else would a being from the darker realm be doing there but to inflict carnage on everyone in sight?

Yet for all the trepidation her presence inspired, the hound walked along with a small wag to her tail and what looked like a smile on her face. It revealed her prominent fangs, and yet remained strangely pleasant to look at. There was a soothing quality to the hellhound’s appearance that didn't match her features, like an aura of calm that followed her wherever she went. Nia found herself idly wondering what it was like to pet that dog, no matter how infernal she might have been. Instead, she remained rigid, tense all over, wondering if she should have bolted the moment she spotted such a threat.

“Hello dear,” the hound finally said, in a voice that immediately made Nia think of a kind teacher, or perhaps nurse. When the cow didn’t make a single sound of response, the canine bowed her head with a gentle chuckle. “Don’t be afraid. It’s them I want, the little rascals. You are free to go if you want. Though I think you’d do a wonderful job of helping me out with them, if you’ll hear me out.”

Nia glanced past the big dog to the entrance of the cave, not trusting the offer of freedom for a moment. She never was especially swift, nor did she possess the skills to sneak out of plain sight. There weren’t any other options, not that she liked anyway. With her hands at her side to show no threat and her body slightly hunched to be closer to the beast’s level, she nodded. The hound continued.

“Nia, right? I know about you. I am Countess Ophelia - though Sophie works just fine for me!”

The friendly tone had a way of making Nia naturally back away. Sophie didn’t press any closer. Instead, she took a seat and scanned over the bound captives.

“Such a naughty group. I’m very disappointed in all of them. Well, don’t worry. I’ll get them sorted out much better than your jailers would.”

Swallowing heavily, Nia worked up the courage to speak to a demon in the flesh.

“What are you going to do to them?”

“Nothing too terrible. I’m going to need their souls, though. I’ll take very good care of them. It might not mean much coming from someone of my kind, but you can trust me!” She narrowed her eyes. If Nia wasn’t mistaken, the hellhound suddenly looked and sounded flirtatious. “There’s something I’d like to give you. A gift. Something you can’t get anywhere else.”

The tone had Nia nibbling her lip. It was at least partly for how well it was working on her already. A mere look, and she was already considering how good it would feel to let loose with a hellhound on all fours. She never thought herself into that - but Sophie was very far from a beast despite her appearance, that much was clear. Not that being a demon made it any more acceptable to lust after her. Nia was blushing too, especially as Sophie rose up to all fours again and very slowly made her approach, licking her lips.

“What kind of gift?” the cow blurted, seeing the dog drawing nearer.

“Not the typical kind. Nothing you can hold. But certainly something you can [i]have.[/i]” She stopped just in front of the cow and sat, looking up. “Pants down, please.”

The first thing Nia found herself wishing was that she’d worn something nicer. She didn’t really own anything of the sort, but nonetheless, stripping from a pair of worn breeches at the command of a demoness felt like an underwhelming performance. She didn’t hesitate to obey. Not out of fear nor out of any sort of unnatural compulsion. She wanted to. Life had been so mundane up to then. Going bottomless in front of a lightly slavering hellhound, who noticeably licked her chops at the sight of the bovine’s cock and balls swinging freely once freed of their humble confines.

Nia wondered what the thieves thought of it all. They didn’t seem to be squirming or protesting anymore. Maybe they were watching in horror, trying not to earn the attention of the demoness. She didn’t pay them any more attention for the moment. Sophie moved in, intimately close and gave a long, deep sniff of everything Nia had on display. A little wiggle of her tail seemed to indicate the hellhound found something appealing about the cow’s natural scent of exertion. Enough to take several more shorter, swifter sniffs, until Nia found herself blushing, if still tense.

As much as she suspected some sort of demonic trick at any moment, she couldn’t help but enjoy the attention. Without so much as touching her, Sophie was getting her hard. A nice, extended sniffing session, from the tip of that stiffening cock to the balls resting snugly below was exactly what she needed. It was all the better when Sophie put her tongue on everything. Just a touch, and Nia was already moaning, already backing up and searching for something to brace herself. Eventually she settled for leaning on a barrel as the hellhound put her head right between the cow’s legs and started slurping with the kind of earnest reserved for the tastiest of treats.

It didn’t take long for that generous [i]slup slup slup[/i] to leave Nia glistening. The cow found herself coated from crotch to thighs in a warm layer of demon drool. Sophie was still a dog, despite her infernal appearance. She slicked and slopped up as much of the cow as she liked, paying particular attention to Nia’s nuts. Eventually, she took those into her mouth, still working her tongue back and forth over them as she sucked them. Nia found herself snorting, stamping a hoof, and getting harder than she’d ever been in her entire life. Her shaft flared out, not dripping but shooting a stream of juices that splashed over the back of Sophie’s head. That didn’t distract the hellhound from her task.

Only when the cow was grunting and straining with the effort not to cum all over the big dog right that moment did Sophie draw back. She wore a grin when she wasn’t just licking her chops and happily panting up at the cow. Nia could barely see her. She squinted at the blur of the canine figure beaming at her, hand twitching as she fought to keep from just reaching for her shaft and jerking it to a finish right that very moment. Instead, she managed to speak, when she wasn’t just huffing.

“Was that ... was that the gift?”

“Oh, not quite,” Sophie said, sounding pleased. “That was just how I [i]bestow[/i] it. Do you feel that power working through you?”

“I feel ... “ Nia started, only to stop and consider what exactly she actually felt. There was pleasure and there was desire, a desperate urge to drain her balls, but there was something else too. Her gaze slowly drifted towards one of the captives, the much less intimidating black dog, and then back to Sophie. The hellhound nodded, slowly. Her voice was softer.

“I told you. I’d like them. But I think it would be much more fun if you fed them to me, once your darkly blessed balls are done with them of course!”

A curious sense of understanding lit up in Nia’s head. She looked down and simply watched her cock throbbing for a few seconds. It wasn’t release she needed most. Not yet, anyway. The flexing, flaring tension running through her shaft wasn’t because she longed for the typical pleasures she was used to. She needed something new, something [i]more[/i]. And every time her gaze drifted to that captive dog, the more her dick thrummed and her nuts seemed to clench and even churn with a sense of unnatural anticipation she had never felt before. She was pretty sure she liked it, strange though it was.

“That’s right. Go on over, and introduce yourself. Show them what you can do now. It will come naturally, I think.” Sophie’s words were as encouraging as they were patient.

Nia could barely balance on her way to fulfill that newfound whim. She stood shakily above the bound and gagged dog, and slowly lowered herself down. Sophie followed, but gave her space to work. A few strokes to her shaft made her flinch away from it. It was far too sensitive, far too needy for common stroking. Instead, she crouched, reached forth, and cupped her hands under the black dog’s chin. There wasn’t much her captive could do to resist in that position. Nia was free to tug that bandit closer and closer, until she could smush that gagged muzzle right against the flared tip of her shaft, smearing precum into the dog’s fur.

“Jeanne has a good heart beneath it all. These recent activities are such a shame. But we’ll teach her a good lesson, together.” An affectionate look from Sophie was all the motivation Nia needed to keep going.

She still didn’t know [i]how[/i] exactly she knew to do such a thing, but she knew what she wanted. Nia gave a thrust of her hips, and gasped at the sensation of her cock slit so easily spreading open around the whole shape of the dog’s muzzle. Just like that, and immersed her captive in a slick, tight grip that squelched around the canine’s snout. Jeanne tried to pull away, but her arms and legs were bound tight. She made some muffled protests, but those only grew more so the deeper Nia took her. The cow wasn’t stopping for anything once she was moaning, nearly bellowing her way through that forbidden sensation for the first time.

Nia swore her cock just knew what to do all on its own. It flexed hard around that muzzle, and started to [i]tug[/i]. The long slow slurp stretched her in ways she never thought possible, and yet it wasn’t uncomfortable for a single moment. Instead, she was left wobbling on her hooves in the abject pleasure, shaking until she just fell back on her ass. Sitting with her legs spread and the dog ever so slowly vanishing between them, flexing, tugging, squeezing her down with a mixture of ungodly squelching noises and her own excited mooing left Nia with her eyes scrunched tight. Even in the darkness she could feel Sophie’s approval radiating towards her.

When the cow looked again, she gasped to see just how much of that dog had vanished inside of her. The bulge of bound, curvy canine in her cock was immense, and the swell of weight in the middle of her balls was only getting bigger. Her body forced Jeanne to dunk down to the bottom of her nuts all on its own, as if possessed. Every ripple of muscle, every inward flex that worked like a gulp was automatic, but Nia could help it along in her own way. She reached down to seize her captive - her [i]prey[/i] - by the hips so she could start desperately shoving, packing more and more of that troublesome canine into her nuts, no matter how impossible that seemed - or might have seemed before she met Sophie.

“It feels ... it feels so ...” she began, grunting hard, but there were no words to finish her sentence.

“I know,” Sophie said, stepping a little closer to wetly lick her on the cheek. “And this isn’t even the best part yet.”

A long, sloppy [i]schlurrrk[/i] came with Nia’s cock so suddenly rushing over the legs of her prey. She stuffed the dog down in her balls and forced her to curl up in a ball by the time there was nothing more than a slicked up pair of paws sticking out of the tip of her shaft. Too overwhelmed to rise from sitting, twitching all over, thumping a fist on the hard cave floor behind her, Nia bucked her hips as best she could to urge Jeanne a long, hardly thinking about what was going to happen once she got the whole dog tucked away, once her balls were completely stuffed to the brim with bound and squirming prey. She could only moan and moo through all those sensations so unlike anything she’d ever felt before then.

One more good, hard [i]PUMP[/i] and long, slick slurp was enough to tuck her meal away. That was true, wasn’t it, she found herself thinking. She wasn’t simply taking Jeanne captive, like she’d originally intended. She could feel her balls clenching and churning with the same sort of anticipation her stomach might have given in front of a particularly tempting meal. And she was [i]starving[/i], in a whole new way. Her sack rumbled and jumped with the tension and hunger, bubbling up with enough cum to nearly immerse that poor canine inside of her. She soaked her and slathered her in cow spunk that bubbled and sloshed in ways she’d never felt, and yet it all came so naturally to her for how unnatural it was.

It was time to finally touch her cock again, albeit carefully. Nia started with just one hand, slowly kneading the base while it jumped and twitched in her loose grasp. She was spurting, and every time she squeezed up especially tight around her prey, she made even more of a mess. There was a constant squelch of cum getting smeared into the fur of her bound meal, but more than that there was a squishy, crunchy sound when her balls kneaded on her prey over and over. It grew to a satisfying [i]GLURCH[/i] when the pressure started making the outline of Jeanne sink down slightly, squeezed deeper and deeper into the thick, saturating spunk rising all around her.

“Oh my god ...” Nia gasped in the midst of that new ecstasy.

That made Sophie gently laugh. “Which one in particular? I don’t think they’re looking now. You can do whatever you desire.”

Nia hadn’t been worried about that until Sophie mentioned something. Still, it wasn’t enough to distract her from the pleasures she’d been gifted. Her balls knew what to do. Even with just the slightest stroke, her balls were bouncing, pumping, bashing the dog inside them against the floor a few times in the process of sloshing and churning her down. Nia hadn’t known for certain until then. Something inside gave way, and sank inwards, forcing Jeanne into a tighter and tighter space, crushing her down, melting her, juicing her into thick, sack-packing cow jizz that left Nia’s balls swelling out heavier and rounder every single second she spent squeezing on that pretty bandit.

The trace of guilt that came with her thumping heart only made it feel better. She knew she shouldn’t have been enjoying [i]ending[/i] someone like that. The most she’d ever done was hand them over to the guards for a bounty. But maybe that was just as bad, she thought. Maybe she was just saving Jeanne the misery of imprisonment and eventual execution by cutting things short right there. By the squirming the dog still managed to give, bashing and kicking against the walls of her cum-stuffed prison, she didn’t necessarily agree. Then something else gave out under the pressure and sank in to leave those struggles all the less energetic.

There was a smoothed-over outline of what sort of looked like a woman after an extended churning and clenching session in Nia’s balls, but it wasn’t all that clear anymore. With those features vanishing into the sloppy load, it could have been anyone by then. Nia got her other hand on her cock, and started properly stroking herself in great, strong lunges of her arms and hips alike, pumping until the pressure on her prey proved too much and there was a juicy [i]glurrrrrch[/i] of Jeanne getting creamed all at once. The swelling weight filling out Nia’s balls even fuller left her self-pleasuring all the more intense, at least until she heard the hellhound speak again.

“Hang on, please. Don’t waste that.” Her voice was still gentle despite the urgency. Nia immediately halted to listen, no matter how desperately she was throbbing. “Hold still. Or as best you can. Let me take care of you.”

It felt wrong to ever call a hellhound cute, but that was exactly what Sophie looked when she stretched out on her belly and crawled between Nia’s outstretched legs. A few more sniffs got the cow going in ways that stroking herself off never could. She swore she could have just let that hound huff her to completion, but instead she focused on leaning back and bracing herself for the pleasure to come. Planting her hands down on the cold floor, she got a warm dog tongue lapping over her balls in a moment, slipping and slathering, leaving them glistening all over again. Sophie worked her way up, inch by inch, and left Nia trembling with the need to release. She wasn’t going to be able to hold it back for much longer.

Exercising her remaining willpower was worth it just to feel those lips wrapped around her cock for even a moment. Sophie slowly engulfed that entire shaft in her mouth, sliding it along the surface of her wet tongue. She swallowed it with ease, not even pausing when it slipped into her throat. A gulp, a suck, and Nia was already at the very edge. She scrambled back as if to absorb a little less of that pleasure all at once, but she couldn’t deny all those sensations for long. They were everything she ever needed or craved, in that warmly sucking hellhound maw wrapped around her entire cock at once.

Buried deep, shivering, humping just a little, Nia let that dog suck her off until she gave her everything she’d just made out of Jeanne. The pressure and tightness sent her spiralling into an orgasm so intense she felt like her whole body was going to explode. Instead she just erupted hard straight down the hellhound’s throat, milked all the more by the sound and sensation of Sophie happily gulping down all that pent up cum, all that sloshed and converted dog that used to be a devious, if ineffective bandit. Nia’s demon-touched balls didn’t leave a single trace. Neither the bindings nor the clothing of her prey was evident in that pure, smooth cream pumping down the demon’s throat. Sophie chugged nothing but pure cow cum until her belly outright sloshed with it.

She sucked just slightly longer than was necessary, guiding Nia through ecstasy, to relief, to the brief convulsions of overstimulation. Thankfully, she only teased for a few more good suckles, before slipping off nice and slowly, letting the last splash of thinning cum soak her features. The grin she offered Nia was irresistible. The cow didn't even know what she was doing before she reached down to pet that dog, no matter how wicked her origins may have been. Sophie didn’t complain for a moment, stretched out and wagging her spaded tail, happily ruffing when she got her cheeks squished by Nia’s affectionate touches. It was impossible not to touch such a kind canine like that, especially after a blowjob like that.

Sophie sat up again and let Nia get a better look at her engorged belly. Every little movement, including the hound’s contented panting made that load slosh around audibly. It gurgled as Sophie sat, and Nia simply watched in a strange sort of awe - and perhaps slight horror - as it visibly shrank down in front of her. The hellhound absorbed it quickly, and that included the faint, wispy glow that came from within her. As quickly as Nia noticed that light, Sophie had snuffed it out in the process of swiftly digesting down every drop of cream the cow had given her. She swore she heard a ghostly cry before the gurgling was done.

“Ahhhh. That is [i]refreshing.[/i]” Sophie licked her chops with slight exaggeration. “And you. You did wonderfully. And you taste even better. I hope you stay on my tongue for a while.”

The cow found herself stricken by the thought of a demon having her taste. A compliment from someone else felt more like a subtle threat, even if it wasn’t spoken that way. Nia had seen how quickly the dog could make someone [i]vanish[/i]. She watched Sophie smacking her lips, eying those fangs carefully. Her expression must have shown concern, because the hound tipped her head and spoke softly.

“How are you, Nia? Did you enjoy that? It feels just [i]incredible[/i], doesn’t it?”

The cow didn’t have the words, as usual. She smacked her lips and straightened up a little before just clearing her throat. “I really did that, didn’t I?”

The hound beamed. “You did! Would you like to do it again? Those twins over there, see them? That one’s Kamili, and that one’s Keedee. Such a cute, yet mischievous pair. They were so good until they fell in with Jeanne and her gang.”

The dog clicked her tongue with disappointment. Nia glanced over at the hyenas Sophie had mentioned, then back.

“How do you know all that?”

“I know a lot of things, pup. And if there’s one thing I’m certain of, it’s that those poor sweeties wouldn’t last a day in the dungeons. They’re simply not made for that sort of hardship. It’s much more merciful that you give them to me.”

Of course, the twins weren’t deaf. They were bound there, listening to the entire conversation. While they’d managed to remain largely silent all throughout the show of their leader being cock-gulped and churned by the cow, their muffled protests spoke of their increasing desperation to get free of those bindings. Each of them had been attempting to subtly slip free until then, but all their efforts failed. They got even more frantic when Nia rose up, strolled over, and crouched down next to them just to get a closer look. They were smaller than Jeanne. Maybe they’d both fit.

“That’s it. Just let your body guide you. I know this might seem cruel, but trust me to take care of them when you’re done,” Sophie said, padding over. Then she lowered her voice as she leaned close to the faces of the hyena twins. “Besides. I know both of you are going to enjoy this more than you’ll admit. Naughty little spotties.”

She lightly chuckled and stepped back to give Nia some room. The cow found herself moving as if by instinct, as if she’d done this exact thing a hundred times before. The only thing that gave her pause was deciding which of the twins she wanted to dunk into her balls first. Pointing a finger at one, then the other, as if counting them, she eventually shrugged and reached down to take the male of the pair by the shoulders. She could feel the vibrations of his muffled giggles of alarm passing through his body. The trembling made her feel a little guilty, but the obvious bulge he had helped with that.

Making him kneel in front of her, she considered her approach for just a few moments before she simply gripped her dick and pushed it towards his muzzle to easily [i]glomp[/i] around his face. Doubly muffled but still attempting to make plenty of noise, Kamili stiffened all over and got to some truly pleasing squirming despite the bindings keeping him mostly in place. Nia had gone a little looser with his given his small stature, so he had a little room to move. It all meant he was positively delightful for every inch she [i]schlurped[/i] down her stiff, flared dick. The second time was so much easier than the first.

By the time she got down to his neck, feeling it swelling and flexing with his desperate gasps, she found herself enjoying the feeling of his fur gliding down the inside of her shaft too much. Reaching down to get a grip on his clothes, she considered trying to pull them off, only to realize that would have meant pulling his head back out of her dick. Instead, she started to tear. He wasn’t going to miss those simple garments where he was going. Stripping him down detail by detail, she eased her hips down to messily [i]schlurp[/i] over his bare fur and soak his spotty pelt in the juices that were flowing freely the deeper she took him.

Working over his chest, Nia felt a sudden surge and gurgle in her nuts that made her moo out loud. The hunger was so intense she almost couldn’t bear it. She started swinging her hips, thrusting as if fucking that boy right down her cock, just to speed the process up a little. Pulling on his pants until she could simply rip and ruin them, letting his cute cock spring forth from its covering revealed to her just how correct Sophie was. That boy was hard for her, even all but drowning in her musk and fluids, and he trembled in all the right ways when she dunked his shaft right down into her own to be subjected to all the pumps and squeezes of her newfound appetite.

Long, smooth slurps picked that boy right up off his feet. Nia gasped in pleasure, marvelling at the strength of her own cock. She let him dangle there, juices streaming down his mostly bare legs, soaking deeply into him, marking him with her scent. A sudden possessive urge made her snort. She needed him to [i]belong[/i] to her. There was nothing else more important. Whether that came naturally with a demon’s blessing or Sophie was influencing her, even controlling her mind didn’t matter in the slightest. Every moment she satisfied that blazing desire was one her whole body bathed in ecstasy.

Kamili, meanwhile, bathed in bovine cum. She felt him dipping down to the bottom, his gasps and cries more clear if still very muffled once the gag slipped out of place. His cackles of alarm couldn’t hide how horny he was. It wasn’t long he touched down in there, and he was already stroking off. She could feel those motions pumping up and down. She tightened up around him, but gave him plenty of room to maneuver while she worked on consuming him right down to his bare paws, once she removed his boots. Something struck her, and she turned herself to look right down into his twin sister’s eyes, waving the descending bulge of brother hyena in her cock around for her to see, just to see her reaction. Seeing that girl’s eyes so very wide gave her a thrill she’d never felt before.

One more slurp and the boy’s fate was sealed, though he really didn’t seem to mind. He was moaning in there, soaking in her sloppy cum,getting jostled around with every little movement. That didn’t dissuade him from making the most of it. She could feel him moaning, if not quite hear him over the steady [i]gworgle[/i] of impending cum digestion. Reaching and squatting down to cup her hands under her own balls, hefting them and jostling them about just to feel how heavy they were, she couldn’t help blushing with pride. At least until a muffled whimper from Keedee reminded her of her task.

Sophie was right. Leaving one twin just to stare and watch the other churn was far too cruel. Nia moved quickly to continue indulging her new appetite. A thought struck her as she loomed over Keedee, with her nuts loudly sloshing and clenching up tightly enough around her prey to show off Kamili’s self-pleasuring. She quite liked the noises that boy made on the way down, even if they were mostly muffled. Maybe she could get some more. It wasn’t as if she was afraid Kee might call for help. Not with Sophie there to take care of any possible rescuers. Removing that gag, she let those squeaky giggles flow while she reached down to pull off the second hyena’s shoes.

Watching those paws wiggle was making her cock stiffer. She stroked it a little, but remained focused. Stripping someone she wasn’t currently swallowing was a lot easier, it turned out. She worked around those bindings and pulled Kee’s clothes off until there was nothing but a squirming spotty protesting and panicking alike about her situation without a single word escaping her newly free mouth. The giggles got even shriller when Nia took her captive by the ankles and started feeding those paws into her cock, huffing and snorting while her balls slowly softened up Kamili ahead of his twin’s arrival. Nia did her best not to clench him up and squish him down too quickly, so as not to spoil the whole thing.

Yapping and whooping just like Nia hoped she would, Keedee tried to scramble away while the cow slurped and squeezed her way up those nimble legs. The hyena had been a gifted dancer and acrobat before she turned to petty crime. Maybe that was why Nia was so damn hard for consuming her and turning her into cum. She moved a little faster. Puffing and panting over her prey, steamy breath pouring over Kee’s back, she humped and thrust, swinging her stuffed nuts back and forth with plenty of heavy jostling noises, splashing that boy around in all her spunk while she devoured his sister.

For all Kee’s squirming and fussing, she couldn’t hide how turned on she was either. By the time Nia slurped up over her waist and rump, the cow felt that warmth and wetness pouring into her cock. That pussy was soaked, and she squeezed on it extra tight to really make the hyena scream. It wasn’t terror that got Kee so loud, but pleasure bordering on orgasmic until she was shuddering all over, rippling with pleasure that coursed through her whole body and into Nia’s. The cow could feel the tremors and pulses of that pussy gushing right inside her cock. She leaned back, pointing her dick straight up to help the hyena descend more swiftly all through her squirting climax, numbed and helpless by the release she simply couldn’t resist.

The twins synced up in an amusing way, too. No more than a second after his sister started cumming, and Kamili was firing off hard too. It was a small contribution to the rising slop all around him, but he painted himself with his own cream amid the mess of spunk soaking into nearly his every inch. Sighing and slipping back, he was perfectly vulnerable for his twin to splash right down on top of him. Nia had Kee up to the neck in cow cock. Sophie gave the final assist with a light touch of her paw, reaching up to press atop the hyena’s head and nudge her along with a gentle push.

One last [i]schlurp[/i], and she was gone, piled atop the other hyena. The two of them were either wrestling or grinding on each other in there, making those nuts bounce and heavily rumble while they splashed about in Nia’s cum. When they simply wouldn’t settle down and pick a position, Nia gave them an authoritative [i]CLENCH[/i] that put them in their place. They were smushed together, intertwined in such close quarters that they couldn't squirm quite as much as Jeanne did, but that was fine with her. She was still going to enjoy slushing them down into thick, potent nutslop all the same.

The only thing that could distract her from that unbelievable pleasure was a sultry look from the hellhound herself. Nia sensed it before she even saw it. She opened her eyes and saw Sophie’s smirk, saw that narrowed gaze, and felt a warmth unlike anything she ever had.

“Goodness. You have really taken to that new ability of yours. It was like you were always meant to be a predator.” The hellhound wagged her tail happily. “I am glad I found you. And I must admit, watching your work has me devilishly flustered. Brace yourself.”

That was all the warning Nia got before the hound rose up in a sudden pounce that brought her down flat to the ground. Yet somehow she remained unharmed, falling just right, as if Sophie knew exactly how to flatten her without harming her. There she was, gazing up at the hellhound, pinned and stiff, with her cock standing tall and her balls giving a lively symphony of churns and [i]glorps[/i]. That just made every single little touch all the more intense. Especially when Sophie sat her haunches down and brushed against the base of Nia’s shaft, spreading a sleek layer of lust all over her skin.

Even without a good look at the hellhound’s pussy, Nia could surmise the shape and contours of that slick spade. It pulsed for her, and she pulsed back. Sophie gave her a look that was so seductive Nia felt like fainting, but it was far from menacing. More imposing than those fangs was the pleasure that came with the hellhound lining up and sliding down to engulf Nia’s flare in that tight canine cunt, instantly dousing her in juices that slicked up her passage deeper and deeper into the demon dog’s body. The most Nia could do to express exactly how that felt was to make a fist and thump it against the comparatively cold stone beneath her, clenching her teeth just to deal with how good it felt to have that gorgeous hellhound ride her.

Her balls were working more and more tightly around the shape of the hyenas within them the whole while. The twins didn’t seem to be struggling anymore, and not for lack of ability. When she [i]scrunched[/i] down on them extra tight, they squirmed and rubbed against the walls of her nuts as much as they did each other. Humping, grinding, and sometimes even moaning their way through their impending digestion, they slowly shrank and smoothed with every heavy churn, the intensity of the [i]glorping[/i] rising with every deliciously smooth plunge in and out of Sophie’s juicy spade.

“You like that?” came the hound’s voice, ever so sweet. She didn’t require an answer.

Every throb made Nia’s nuts crush down on the twins inside all the more fiercely. They didn’t seem to mind. She could still feel them moaning and giggling alike, wriggling around and bathing in the cum she made of them. It was all packing her sack so tight, upping the tension, the sensitivity of her inches sliding in and out of a seemingly bottomless spade. The hellhound panted in her face and drooled a little, dog that she was, huffing and sometimes giving a canine groan or even whimper while she thumped her haunches up and down, making those prey-churning balls wobble on impact. Sometimes she built to what almost became a snarl, only to simmer back down and put those fangs away, squeezing on Nia’s cock all the more tightly.

That was when the cow felt a sudden surge of movement in her nuts. One or both of the twins just seemed to collapse, sinking down and spreading out into all the cum she was sloshing them into. Her balls were getting smoother, though there were still some visible bumps pushing and squirming around. Even half-done digesting the twins, the urge to cum was close to unbearable. She could make so much more out of them, but Sophie demanded everything she had, with her clenching spade making such a mess of those shrinking, smoothing nuts. Another punch to the ground, a buck of her hips, and Nia buried herself as deeply into that warm embrace as she could get before everything went rigid.

Her eyes were out of focus, seeing stars while she grunted and snorted her way to another heavy cumshot, buried deep inside the hound. Going even tighter around what remained of her prey amid the pumps and throbs of orgasm, she squished them down smaller and smaller while she blasted her spunk directly inside the hellhound’s womb. Sophie took it all, nestled down on the base of that cock, giving the occasional bounce just to milk Nia a little harder. It felt like gallons of spunk was shooting out of her, and yet she still felt so full, balls so engorged when Sophie stopped squeezing on her and slowly [i]schlurped[/i] her way back up to pop off that flare.

Dripping cream the whole way, wagging as she moved, Sophie stood up on all fours and gave Nia another one of those looks. That flirty hellhound smirk was fully irresistible for a mortal like her, and probably for demons too. For as physically drained as she felt, and for as heavy as her nuts might have been, Nia was right up on her knees for Sophie as soon as that dog turned her haunches towards her. Finally getting a good look at that creamed spade made Nia lick her lips as if to simply dive right in, but a sudden pounding flex of her cock kept her from that. Another surge of motion from her balls, squeezing most of the remaining squirms away, and she found herself absolutely desperate to mount that dog and pleasure her for as long as she wanted.

Kneeling wasn’t high enough, so Nia rose to a squat and wrapped her hands around those hips. Sophie gave an approving glance back, then just raised her head high and proud to take that cock as deeply as Nia could jam it inside. The cow wasn’t exactly elegant about it. She didn’t have time for that. Her balls were [i]glurrrrching[/i] away the last movement within them, sagging lower and lower with all that cum splashing around in there, churned up extra thick, ready to devote to her hellhound mistress. She lined up, pushed hard, and spread that spade around her flare just to feel it clench down extra tight on her when she was halfway inside, halting her on the spot.

Sophie turned back again to give a wink, slowly rocking her hips, watching Nia struggle just to fuck her. The cow teetered dangerously, so close to collapse, but she devoted all her remaining energy to pounding deep inside the hound’s pussy. She didn’t have to hold anything back. Sophie could handle all her strength Humping madly, snorting over the beast’s back, feeling that tail playfully lash at her tits, Nia felt more like an animal than the hellhound she was so sloppily fucking. Her own cum squirted all over her with every thrust, pouring down her nuts, making a pool all around them that proved hazardous. When Nia slipped, Sophie just followed her down, sitting in her lap, rutting and grinding towards another orgasm. By the way she was twitching all around Nia’s cock, this time it was going to be mutual.

Clenching tighter and tighter, milking that shaft, squeezing out all that cum to get ready for more, Sophie grew to some ominous growling, then wet snarling. She opened her jaws wide and tossed her head back against Nia’s breasts just as her pussy pumped up extra tight around every inch. The howl that echoed through the cave was the stuff of nightmares, but Nia was too busy moaning to be scared. Neither of them could thrust anymore, they could only wriggle and grind. Nia gripped the hound tight, head slumping forward, eyes shut, and just let herself be lost in the deep, pounding pleasure overtaking her entire body. Feeling Sophie squirt in orgasm on her just made her cum harder.

Shooting herself into a daze in an instant, Nia found herself pumping out so much cum she swore she was going to hollow herself out. Those twins helped her produce so very much potent cow jizz, sloshing and swelling Sophie’s belly, filling her up taut while she rubbed that spade against Nia’s sex-slopped nuts. A few more playful bounces from the hound kept the cow going, kept her cumming herself utterly stupid. Nia’s eyes rolled back for a moment and a blank spot formed in her memory for several moments. Her body was overtaxed, exhausted, and yet she still kept twitching up inside Sophie’s plump pussy until she couldn't give that demonic womb a single drop more.

The hellhound sat in her lap a little longer. Even the slightest movement, even her own breathing created too much friction for Nia to handle in her sensitive state. She whimpered like a dog herself and grasped the dog’s backside, giving a little push. With a click of her tongue, Sophie slowly slipped off that shaft again, flooding their surroundings with all the cum pouring out of her. The extra stimulation was almost unbearable, but Nia was happy to have her shaft free of that impossibly pleasurable cunt. Even so, as soon as she popped free with a predictable gush, she found herself longing to be inside that pretty dog again.

Sophie’s belly swayed as she stood, happily panting over the fallen cow. Nia sprawled out just to catch her breath and generally recover, but she didn’t close her eyes. She wanted to see. There was that telltale glow, faint but evident through Sophie’s fur and skin. There were two of them, at first. Nia saw what looked like a pair of wisps moving around inside the hellhound’s cum-bloated womb, but the more and more that bulge shrank, the more the ghostly light went out. Sophie hummed in pleasure, nodding her head, murmuring not to Nia, but to her own prey.

“There you go, precious things. Right where you belong..”

A soft whimper-moan from the hound, and the lights went out. Nia didn’t know exactly what it meant. She was almost certain she couldn’t get up if she wanted to, but she was content to simply relax and watch Sophie work. There was still one bandit left. The dog was going to have to deal with that one herself, because Nia was drained, far too exhausted to churn anyone else. Her cock was completely soft and numb, and yet she couldn’t help give a slight twitch when she saw the demon looming so near the still-bound dragoness.

“Kalliopa. Hmmm. You have been especially naughty, haven’t you?” Sophie said, sounding kind but a touch disappointed. “Seems I have to take you for myself. This won’t hurt. I promise.”

Nia’s eyes went wide when the hellhound lowered herself down on her flattened belly and stretched her jaws open in front of the captive dragon’s face. She wriggled like a serpent, crawling forth, engulfing those stunned features with such ease. Canine bodies weren’t meant to stretch like that, but Sophie was far from that. She overtook her prey’s entire head, and simply kept on gulping, slopping up her prey with her tongue all the way down. The dragon’s clothes seemed to simply melt away when that saliva soaked through it enough, though her scales remained intact beneath, but for soaking in drool. All Kalliopa could do was give her muffled cries as the hellhound swallowed her whole and alive right in front of Nia’s eyes.

A few blinks to confirm what she was seeing, and Nia simply sighed. There was nothing she could do about it either way. Her cock gave another twitch. It was terrible to watch, horrifying to imagine being in that dragon’s position, but at least Sophie was gentle. She eased along, gulping deeply, but never biting, licking constantly all the way down. Some muffled noises of pleasure from her drowned out the alarm from the dragon she was effortlessly devouring. A scan up and down the newly naked curves of the bandit had a way of making Nia semi-hard again, though she was too tired to stroke her dick.

Instead, she just kept watching, half wondering if it really was as easy as Sophie made it look. The hound curled her tongue between the dragon’s thighs and licked her pussy a few times. For all her struggling, that was all it took for Kalliopa to instantly squirt a writhing, kicking orgasm. She gushed all over herself on her way down the hellhound’s throat, the outline of her body visibly bulging with every tight gulp. And such gulps they were, resonating out through the cave with their power, with those heavy [i]ULLLPS[/i] that made Nia twitch just to hear. It wasn’t going to be much longer.

Tickling at the dragon’s toes and slurping down her tail, Sophie finished off her meal with a misty splash of spit and a long, luxurious swallow. She did that with her eyes closed, posing with her paws planted down as the last glimpse of blue disappeared between those fangs. Sophie’s belly swelled, and this time it stayed that way, hugging around the shapes of her meal. It was quite clear she had a dragoness inside of her by the time she dragged herself over to join Nia at her side. For a hellhound she was very good at snuggling.

Wiggling herself and pressing up close to the sweaty, exhausted cow, rolled over on her back, she was in the perfect position for Nia to start rubbing her belly. She didn’t even have to ask. The offer felt obvious enough. A few scritches, and then she pressed down deeper to really massage the dog and her prey alike, feeling the dragoness up through the layers that kept her from the outside world. The rumbles of Sophie’s belly seemed approving, as did her calming voice.

“Mmm, see? So much better than sending them off to jail. I’m going to take my time on this one. I want to enjoy it. Keep that up while she settles in, won’t you?”

She didn’t have to ask twice. Nia was surprised how much pleasure she took in stroking the captive dragon, and listening to the gurgles that spoke of the inevitable churning down into hellhound food to come. Sophie’s words were as soft as ever, even while slowly digesting someone alive.

“Don’t worry, honey. I’ll make sure you don’t go hungry. Think of how much fun we’re going to have together now.”

Perhaps that gift came with more consequences than just a night of fun. Perhaps it was that Nia was bound to that hound after that, as a pet or slave alike. She didn’t mind that thought much at all. Drifting in search of purpose, scraping by one what few bounties she could manage, Nia was ready for something [i]more[/i]. She kneaded extra deep into that squirming shape inside Sophie’s belly and gave a sigh. Whether it was fate or luck that placed her in the clutches of the kind hellhound, subject to her every whim, she wouldn’t have changed a thing.