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Lord of Lust Title Tournament Part 1

The high rise of the tall towering buildings scratched across the night sky as the stars glistened above it, stars that could only be seen from the highest points a city drenched in the neon glow of light that flooded the streets. New York wasn't the nicest of places to be in during the day, but things only ever got worse at night when the sun fades against the last buildings and the shine of street lights start to illuminate the roads and paint the bricks that make up the sides of the buildings. Everything was built to reach the stars themselves, and each structure seeming to be designed bigger, larger, and longer than the last one. Every towering building that was constructed worked to outdo those around it, in size, in design, in luxury, but that only made them more fun for him to climb. Those that could afford to live in such a city had the pleasure of seeing any building that their personal apartment lorded over, giving that latest view the best watch over the city that the others couldn't hope to reach, at least until the next structure came along. These apartments weren't cheap, though, and they didn't come easily to those that could even afford them, but he wasn't like everyone else. This strong and powerful man, this thickly built elephant housed himself based on the finances left to him by an event that fueled his desire to do the work that he took such a pleasure in handling. Already the balcony of his home was in sight near the top of this building, but he still had a little ways to go before he could get to it.

The black sleeveless shirt that he wore crushed easily against his massive chest and abs. This hair on his chest and stomaching attempting to push it back off of him and failing as it clung to his muscular figure. The shirt remained tucked into his black pants despite the hard days worth of work that he'd just suffered through. The hunt was never easy, it was never simple, but it was something that this pachyderm had grown used to, but that didn't make it any easier. Every creature that he hunted, every monster that he stalked, had its own rules, and his ability to determine what those are and tear down the dark creature was the difference between living and falling victim to their heinous intentions. Those thick leather boots that wrapped his feet found place holders as he gripped one ledge after another to pull himself up along the length of this building, every long and hard pull that his body made left him grunting deeply as he drew himself even further towards his destination. The thickly leathered long-coat that protected his arms ran down the length of his body from his shoulders which housed the hood pulled back from his face while he climbed to hang freely while he kept his booted feet dug deep into the curves of the building. The strong frame of his body that he was made up of delivered a heavy grunt as he felt his thickly muscled arms tense against the stretching leather while he pulled his large body up along the brick and mortar of this apartment building, every deep grunt flowing through the length of his trunk that seemed to flip back and forth, that seemed to sway and curl around his shoulders for the sake of being put out of the way. At his side, tucked into the deep inside pocket was his butt-less shotgun hidden from view, concealed and put away to keep his hands free and out of the wandering eyes of both people he was out to hunt and out to protect. When those large elephant fingers finally gripped on the balcony to his home, his apartment, he'd pull himself over the railing, feeling the burning in his arms that this large and powerful grey-skinned beast had grown used to long ago after he'd started using this high risen penthouse overhang as his front door.

Still releasing a heavy grunt, Hasani felt that it was best to take a moment to rest. A long had day for him had just ended with the firing of this weapon at his side and the abandoning of followed out shell casings in the wake of the fight he'd pulled himself out of. Normally people would refer to what he did as murder, but it was only lucky for this 'phant that demons weren't really considered to be alive in order TO murder. People paid well for the work he did, they appreciated his ability to handle a large member of supernatural beings that they could never even hope of dealing with. This pachyderm was practices, skilled, and talented, but most of all he was motivated to dealing with these beasts and monsters thanks to his own past. The long steps that took him inside, sliding the glass door inward and bringing himself in front of a well painted picture portraying a beautiful elephant couple carrying the cutest bundle within their arms as they smiled outward together. The lines of the painting, the textures, the image itself was perfect in every way and stretched for a long four feet in a well protective amber frame. His fingers wrapped around this precious stone wrapped picture and lifted it slowly, pulling it outward on the hinge so that when Hasani pulled his shotgun free from his deep jacket pocket he could place it on the same rack with many other weapons that were now exposed. Long rifles, sniper rifles, swords, axes, many things hid behind this painting, but as that picture came back into view he found himself once again looking on the faces of his parents that were killed by the same beasts that he went out every night to slay. It was his motivation to kill them, to see that they all pay for the actions of the ones that had sent him down this path.

It was only through his loving parents that he was even able to afford such a place, a high rise penthouse apartment in one of the most sought after cities in the world. This wasn't an easy place to get, but his parents had left him the finances for Hasani to be able to stay in this place, to afford the weapons and training that he'd gotten, as well as the capability and free time to seek out the revenge that had taken over his life in such a way. Hasani was granted what he needed to afford this nice place, and to fill it with what he both needed and didn't need. Most of what he owned had been inherited from his parents, small bust sculptures, priceless artistic items, ancient and useless weapons that only served the purpose of being presented as show pieces now, a large tv, and very lush and soft furniture to sit and view it. It was like walking into a museum filled with fine relics from all over and still being able to sit down somewhere and watch your favorite shows. The life that Hasani lived was one of posh upbringing, but the tragic loss had turned everything that he'd been given on its head in a way that his perspective of these things could never fully recover. When others saw art that he had on his wall, or set up on a shelf for display all he saw were the watchful eyes of his parents waiting for his next slay of the dark blooded monsters. It left him without much patience, without much compassion, but his sense of duty was at an all time high and he would never shy away from saving the lives of the innocent, and bringing any unnatural creature that crossed his path into an untimely end.

The late night of his job had left him tired, worn out, and ready for some well earned relaxation. The fact that the demon he'd hunted was dead always seemed to be enough to bring joy, the thrill of a well done job, but such enthusiasm had worn off about half way up to his balcony and now he was left completely fatigued. It hadn't been the easiest of fights, but it wasn't the hardest either one he'd faced so far either. The hardest opponent that this elephant had ever come across was the Lord of Lust himself. A bull demon the likes of which he'd seen a number of times and always seemed to both win against him AND find a way to be entirely dominated. It was like R'Jarr had some kind of spell on him, some kind of affinity for drawing this grey mammal's lusts free, without even using his powers, to bend Hasani to his very will. Even now thinking about that raging bovine dick, his throbbing length spreading him, using him, jerking him, left the 'phant with a quickly thickening hard-on that increasingly needed to be resolved. At first his hand rubbed at his dick through his pants, but as the pachyderm realized what he was feeling himself up to and quickly jerked that hand away. The idea that helped relax his mind was that he could simply take a shower, refresh himself with warm fluid running over his strong body. The idea even helped him to start pulling his boots off before the shirt was removed from his outfit and tossed to a near by laundry basket.

The show of muscles were finally out in the open, his thick and towering torso set with a powerful build which was covered in a layer of body hair to help trap in the scent from the long and late day he'd just gone through. Hasani smelled like the city, he smelled like the grime of the street, he even smelled like a demon thanks to the hand to hand that this 'phant was forced to survive, but what he smelled of most of all was the victor of the fight he'd gotten into. If the pachyderm was going to take a shower than it might be best for him to locate a change of clothes and rest them out so that he wouldn't need to dig around his dresser for them later, but what he saw the second his now bare feet touched the inside of his room left him frozen in place. The sight of a large, handsome, magnificently muscled red bull with four black horns rising from his head left Hasani's shattered breath to release an easy pant from the display of that beast laying on his side upon that bed. The mix of emotions raced through his body, a cold sweat starting to build around his grey skinned figure, and that rock hard dick already starting to tent his pants indicating the so many things that he'd love to have repeatedly done to him from their so many past encounters. The long lick that passed by his mouth showing that he remembered this bovine's taste, that he recalled the positions his lips needed to be in to feed that shaft down his throat, but that was nothing compared to the familiar aching of his tail hole preparing itself naturally for the hard pounding that it simply knew he was about to receive.

"R... R'Jarr." He gasped under his breath, trying to form words to ask the Lord of Lust why he was here, what he was doing in his home, how he even found him. So many questions racing, but they wouldn't be answered, at least not for what was about to come.

The demon grinned easily and confidently to Hasani, looking over his stunned expression and resisted to chuckle. "Hey there, big boy. Miss me?" He'd ask soft as that head of horns turned from one side to the next, just studying the powerful 'phant body and remembering how many times he'd sexed his rival into a deep loving cry of absolute pleasure.

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"You know, Hasani, I can hear you thinking about me." The red bovine said in a deep, darkened tone, one that matched the easy grin that wrapped around his lips.

The very idea that he'd left such a strong desire of lust and yearning in the young elephant had left R'Jarr to slide his hand under the sheets that covered his well sized and girth-y dick. It wasn't just a one way attraction either. There was a reason that these two shared their paths so commonly, a reason that they kept meeting. Hasani had grown to need, to fantasize, to want that hard bull cock, but that would never have happened if this red demon didn't find so many excuses, and ways, to give it to him. Heated moans already flowed from R'Jarr's lips, his eyes locked on the sight of this pachyderm who was simply standing there in awe at that strong, muscular, and amazingly well defined body. Every curve of it wrapped the 'phant's vision, every bulging muscle forcing him to drool as he fought off the urge to crawl under that sheet and suckle over that thick and meaty dick. How many times had they been together after a long and hard fight, and how many times had Hasani ended up taking something just as long and hard thanks to such a heated struggle? This wasn't a matter of what he knew would be happening inevitably, though, this was a matter of the elephant's pride and his willingness to make the powerful crimson bovine struggle for the hard loving that they so desperately wanted. Hasani wouldn't simply bend over and take it, R'Jarr was going to need to make him, to force him, to hold him down and feed him that dick which even now forced his throbbing rear to pulsate with the beat of his heart in anticipation of the hammering that he knew this bull was going to give him.

The deep chuckle that rolled off of those bull lips showed the easy smirk that wrapped around his mouth while eyes ran over the elephant's body, "If you don't take those pants off soon your dick is going to bust out the front of them. But I am glad that me being here could excite you so much."

A hand moved to pass over the sheets, smoothing them out against the mattress of the bed in order to create an inviting display that left Hasani wanting to go and slide under them, wanting to go and place his hair covered chest and abs flat against the bed with that pert muscle-rump of his lifted up in the air. Every inch of need and desire that washed over him drew him a step closer, made him walk the length of the room very slowly so that when he realized he was stepping forward at all his body was already at the edge of the bed, his hand was already wrapped around the sheet to start pulling it back. The lust in his eyes faded slowly as he looked on at the four horned monster of a bull, the shaggy red hair that covered the bovine body beckoning him even further, but while he stood there at the edge of the bed, a knee already lifted to crush down against the soft mattress the elephant paused. Panting, eyes hazed over in a lusting need, but with a blink he'd managed to snap out of it and realize that he was just about to allow this large demon to bed him without even putting up a fight. No, if Hasani was going to be taken by this brute once again then he was going to make the amazingly handsome and powerful body work for it.

"W.. What are you doing here?" The pachyderm managed to ask in a deeper tone than he thought he'd be able to.

"I'm here for you, Hasani. I know you haven't forgotten about all of the fun we've had, not the way I keep hearing you remember them. Honestly, I'm glad I can make such an impression."

When the 'phant growled deeply to this crimson bull, the soft smile that wrapped around R'Jarr's lips showed clearly while the red hand reached up to hook around the backside of Hasani's head, pulling him further onto that bed to lock the elephant in a deep and longing kiss. It was a kiss that showed a deep affection that most demons were believed incapable of demonstrating, it was a kiss that illustrated the heated passion that they'd shared so many times before, it was a kiss that Hasani didn't pull away from and instead shared right back against the those bovine lips. Tongues even slid free in unison, wrapping, tickling, and playing across one another as their hosts signed and moaned hotly, but the strong and well build 'phant knew that he couldn't just give in, he knew that while his knees felt weak and his body felt like it would collapse into the very lust presented he'd need to fight off this urge. One solid shove with his hands against that almost mountain feeling chest forced the bull back into the bed and liberated Hasani's lips from their trap, a shove that was soon followed up by the powerful elephant reaching up to wrap his fingers around those lower horns and pulled R'Jarr from his bed with a single solid draw.

Usually R'Jarr would have stopped the elephant by now, would have pulled back against such a clear attack, but Hasani simply believed that he must have caught the bull by surprise and left the bovine to tumble over the edge of that bed onto the floor with a horn still locked in this demon hunter's grip. If this 'phant was going to have a shot at surprising the beast then he was going to take advantage of it, he was going to work over the monster quickly before R'Jarr had time to recover, and with a lift of his hand, balled into a fist, he'd drive a heavy punch straight down against the center of that snout. The bovine's head jerked back quickly, finding its range of movement to be very little while Hasani continued to hold onto his horn in such a way, but even through his daze even the crimson beast could feel his body being dragged across the floor. That grey hand finally released the bull's head, but only after lifting him up high enough to push against the side of that red face and slam it straight into the top surface of the dresser. The items that were once on top of this full oak bit of furniture found themselves being cast off into the floor as Hasani dragged that head across the length of it leaving R'Jarr to tumble down towards the floor just enough to have a hand find it's hold on that face again and slam the bull's thick skull against the corner and allowing Hasani to bounce off of the dresser and start to collapse again.

This crimson bovine tried to halt the assault, tried to make him stop by calling out, but Hasani wasn't listening, not just yet. The muscular 'phant knew how dangerous R'Jarr was, he knew what the beast could handle and take, and knew that anything he did to him would be nothing compared to what the crimson monster could take. To this powerful pachyderm the demon was simply still dazed and confused, but would snap out of it soon enough and turn the tables on him like he'd done so many times before. That gave Hasani a very limited amount of time to be able to gain any kind of advantage over this bovine, to show him that this elephant wasn't just a late night booty-call that he could show up on and expect him to bend over just for losing a few fights. As the crimson bull tried to roll over, tried to pick himself up and run away, Hasani would follow him with outstretched arms. Just when the red furred bovine thought that he might be able to get away, get some distance, he found his shoulder and hips gripped onto which locked him in place for only a second thanks to the demon hunter's well toned strength. With a shove R'Jarr felt his body crushed up against the wall, a heavy pant leaving him to roll his body only to just barely avoid a hard punch which crushed a dent into the structure, but that miss didn't mean anything when Hasani's follow up punch with his left hand connected directly against that solid chest, almost causing the debate which between the chest and wall were harder. The punch drove the demon's breath out, forcing him to fold a bit only for a fast rising knee that rose up to crush that solid abs back up into the bull's stomach. When this elephant backed off finally the demon found himself on his knees, his hands gripping his center just as a large, broad boot lifted to smash against those ribs once again leaving the impression of that bovine body imbedded into the wall on his way down to the floor.

The sight of this bovine helpless on the floor was something that Hasani had been waiting to see for a long time, it was a condition that he'd remembered being in so many times before this powerful lust demon finally pulled him up by his hips to shove a dick throat his anal pucker. The view that the 'phant had over him, seeing him down on the floor, left this strong grey skinned pachyderm to smirk easily so that when he reached down to grip R'Jarr by his horns once again he'd force that tall and powerful body back to his red feet so that Hasani could deliver a deep and passionate kiss straight into his lips, tenderly rubbing his bottom lip across the corner of the bovine's mouth and feeling the kiss returned to him. The taste of the kiss was the same as he always remembered, but this time it was the bull's lips that quivered on the edge of defeat instead of his own. This feeling of power, of domination, of absolute brutality must be what R'Jarr felt every single time they crossed paths, and now that he had him on the ropes, now that he held this staggering body up, he'd make a fast twist to pull that bull by his horns so that with a long and wide swing the red beast could once again find himself against this wall he'd just been pulled from leaving the structure to finally give away and the shaggy body hair of the muscular demon to find dry wall crumbling across it like dust as he fell through it entirely. The loud crash sounding through the entire apartment and leaving the grunting and huffing beast to once again try and crawl his way back up to his feet, try to gain some distance from the elephant that was already standing over him, already pressing that boot down against the square of his back once again to trap him clearly against that floor.

"You think you're going somewhere, demon?" Hasani asked with a smile, knowing that this bovine's powerful body could take far more than just a beating and being thrown through a wall. In honestly, he could likely throw R'Jarr from the balcony and not worry about this monster dying from it. This demon was his white whale, his ultimate goal, his absolute need to dominate and nobody would be able to take that from him.

"Hasani.. I.." He grunted, trying to find a chance to explain what was going on, but all the 'phant knew was that he'd gotten this demon rather weakened by a long assault.

This was a demon that could heal rapidly, though, that could come back at any second to turn the tables on him. That was why this elephant was coming at him so hard. No matter what he did R'Jarr was going to be fine, he was going to heal, and he likely already was even now. It was more than just a game that they shared, it was a true challenge, and while Hasani usually never made it this far before, he wanted to keep going in order to set his personal record with this four-horned, crimson bull. With R'Jarr already pushing his strong muscled arms against the floor the large 'phant applied more pressure to keep him down, but it was clear just how fast the demon was recovering from the first stage of their fight. The demon hunter lifted his foot for only a second before driving that thick souled boot back down once again forcing the bovine back into the floor with a deep grunt that flowed from those fiery lips. The smile that wrapped Hasani's face showed of pride, the feeling of dominating the creature that had dominated him so many times before left him wanting more, wanting to continue, wanting to force R'Jarr into a state that he would never forget just who had won this time. It was only after all of this that Hasani would throw him back into the bedroom, but he wouldn't be taking a dick this time, he'd finally be in the position needed to spread that tight tail hole the same way that this bovine had to him so many times before, a memory that continued to make the elephant's thick dick harden more against his pants.

The soft smirk that rolled from those crimson lips showed that he knew exactly what Hasani was thinking about, "You really do like how I take hold of you and fuck you into a whole in the ground, don't you, sexy?"

"Yeah..." Hasani admitted, still deep in thought before the sound of that deep laughter broke him out of it and made him stomp on R'Jarr's body once again, "I mean.. shut up. I'm going to be fucking you this time, beast!"

An idol threat, but one that lifted that boot from the red, shaggy body hair covered body so that when the demon finally started to pick himself up off of the floor, showing that he was nearly fully recovered from their fight, the strong 'phant wrapped his hands around him again, pulling him into a tight hug that crushed their chests and abs together. R'Jarr gasped and tried to break away, but the ever tightening hold around his body left him grunting out, their grinding pecs, their shifting muscles, and their ever rolling bulges crushing back against one another left the demon to moan out as he was made to take this tight bear-hug. It was clear that Hasani wasn't done with him yet, but while R'Jarr was so busy taunting him he wasn't even sure if he wanted to stop this heavy beating at this point.

* * *

The grunting and groaning sounds that flowed from the powerful crimson bovine left him trapped with his arms down while the bear hug that pinned the two together continued to grind their heated bodies against one another threw Hasani's black sleeveless shirt. The thick chest hair that dressed the grey elephant's body stood no chance than to be crushed against the fabric while those strong and powerful muscles tightened and flex against this bull's handsome red body. What little space there had been before vanished as that body swelled with strength to further crush R'Jarr in his grasp, but left the bovine trying to struggle free only to find himself completely locked in place. Every shifting movement was stopped by the powerful elephant's body that ground against the strong and muscular figure of the handsome bovine. Their thick muscles rubbing, crushing, shifting, and melding back and forth to leave the two with a heated pant and a heavy moan. R'Jarr might be trapped here like this, but there wasn't a single place that he'd rather be than in these arms like he'd been so many times before. Those large arms wrapping around him, that big chest pushed up against his own bigger pecs, abs kissing here and there while they rolled across one another, and every time those bulges met the bovine could feel his thickness kicking up against the pants covered crotch hard enough that even through the jeans R'Jarr could still feel those heavy balls almost wrap around the thickness of his dick. Hasani was an impressive man, a talented fighter, and a very well skilled lover, and this left the demon's heart throbbing between their chests and his head leaning in to deliver a deep and longing kiss against those lips once again. It was a kiss that caught the demon hunter by surprise, but one that was easily returned with as much passion as he'd received. The two were left with the urge to fulfill the other's fantasies, to drive their bodies to their very peak as they moaned into the lips of the other. It was only when those arms loosened and quickly shoved the bull backwards that Hasani would follow up with a heavy boot against that red stomach, forcing the crimson bovine to stumble backwards and impact hard against the coffee table that crumbled in the center of the room under that well muscled weight.

"You really think it's going to be that easy. Just a few kisses here and there and I'm going to drag you back into my bed?" The 'phant said easily, stepping his way towards the downed bovine once again to keep this fight going, "I don't think so, R'Jarr. After everything you've done to me, I'm enjoying beating on you a little too much to just spread my cheeks over your hot dick."

R'Jarr found himself down on the floor again, shattered wood about his body from what used to be a table and now was little less than firewood and splinters. The long flowing grunts filled his breath and almost caused the crimson bull to miss the fact that Hasani had just called his dick "hot". It was a small detail, but one that forced a bit of a smirk to his lips because it showed that while the powerful 'phant was trying to hide his feelings there was still a heated passion between them. This smirk didn't last for long, though, not when a grey hand was already reaching down to wrap around the girth of his throat to start pulling him back up, leaving bits of wood to fall free from his thick red fur back to the floor where it would be left resting for some time. The lifting tug didn't just stop when this bovine was brought to his feet, but R'Jarr found himself being taken higher as a hand gripping around his shaft and balls which soon lifted this bull over that pachyderm's head so that with a single solid grunt and a heavy throw the demon would find himself tumbling through the air and straight into the backside of a couch that quickly fell backwards with the force of the hit. The hard wood that made up the frame of this couch bent and cracked against that rough landing, but the strong 'phant wasn't done with R'Jarr just yet. The lift of Hasani's thick leather boot would slam it against the overturned underside of the couch so that as the bull struggled to lift himself up this powerful bovine would be presented with the couch sliding across the floor and impacting his body against the nearest wall. The hit was hard enough to leave yet another bull shaped indention in the side of the room. This wasn't over, though, and while Hasani knew what R'Jarr could take he'd also notice that the bull wasn't putting up much of a fight. This was either because Hasani was doing way better than he normally would, or something was seriously wrong with this bovine. Was he simply allowing the 'phant to beat him down? Did R'Jarr think so little of the pachyderm's fighting talents that he'd just let him beat on him?

It was the only explanation, a game that this bull was playing. R'Jarr was clearly trying to show that he could take anything Hasani had to offer in order to not only dominate the large and muscular 'phant, but also break his spirit. This grey skinned beast wasn't going to make it that easy for him, though, and if this red monster of muscles and size wanted to test this 'phant in such a way then Hasani was going to deal as much pain as he could to him before the bull finally let out his real power. While that couch trapped R'Jarr against the wall that he was imbedded in, the elephant reached over the couch to wrap his fingers around the thick fur of that crimson body. The clear sign of pain left on the demon's face forced a smile across the 'phant. He was happy to see some kind of pain coming from R'Jarr considering that he didn't even believe it was possible for him to hurt this monster bull. The tight pull of that fur brought the red bovine forward, but a lift of his knee would make sure that this demon didn't believe for a second that it was out of some act of mercy. When the horned creature lifted his hands to try and push against Hasani he found that there was no time to even do anything before that knee crashed up again in the same exactly spot leaving the breath emptying from his lungs as those hands found a new target by wrapping around his own stomach to protect it from any more damage. The bruising of his abs, and the aching of his body left him unable to barely move at this point, but the look in the elephant's eyes told him that they weren't even close to being done yet.

The couch found itself kicked to the side when that pulling grip drew R'Jarr with the elephant. Hasani's other hand lifting quickly to wrap around the upper pair of the four black horns so that with a tight grip around it the demon would have no choice but to follow him across the length of this living room. Both pairs of eyes from the two locked on the sight of the flat screen TV that rested on a stand as they marched together towards it. Even if this bull tried to pull back he couldn't fight against the powerful muscles of the pachyderm. Pain shot through his snout over and over again as his head was brought up against that glass, breaking it on the very first hit and shattering it on the second, third, and fourth impact that left those shaking red knees to collapse down to the ground. His hooves finding no room to stand, no grip at the ground so that when Hasani finally released the rack of horns and the tuft of fur this crimson monster's body dropped down against the floor. The deep breaths that filled R'Jarr's lungs left him to try and recover, to try and have a moment to gather himself, but Hasani wasn't going to give him such an opportunity to gather himself and instead lifted that boot once again to launch a heavy stomp down against the center of that broad and handsomely well toned chest. The only protection that this bull had was his thick furred chest which failed to push back any of that force that had crushed down against him and instead forced this bovine to roll onto his side while cradling his sternum. Those deep grunts that filled his body leaving this once powerful bull to show his weakness, but still not willing to fight back as the elephant continued to believe this all to be some kind of trick and reached down to continue that assault.

"Hasani..." He begged, working to push himself back up to a sitting position while another heavy boot crushed down against the center of his chest, beating him down hard against the floor once more, "Ugh.. I.. ugh... I'm not here to fight." Another clear trick, another deep lie that Hasani wasn't about to believe even for a second.

How many times had he been lied to by demons trying to save their own hide? The elephant knew better than to believe that R'Jarr would be here for any other reason than to have a fight with him, to tear this pachyderm down once again and fuck him like there was no tomorrow. Once more the idea of a hard dark shaft spreading his rear while arms wrapped around him from behind to play against his firm and well developed chest, fingers tracing their way between Hasani's thick chest hair as he nuzzled his figure back against that powerful crimson beast. The idea of that strong chest crushing against his shoulders It made him hard, made him hesitate, made him want to believe that this bovine was here for any reason other than a hard battle, but even as he stepped back it became clear that this wasn't going to be as easy or honest as he'd hoped. The step back that Hasani took left him to look over that handsome body, that beaten crimson creature looking more like a victim than someone that broke into his home with a history of heavy violence against the elephant, but the timing was poor and the bull hadn't yet noticed Hasani backing off. All R'Jarr knew was that he had a moment to stop himself from being attacked again and in order to do so would need to dig deep to release a bit of his power. What came would teach Hasani a very important lesson about showing mercy to these dark blooded creatures.

At first the thickness of his crimson fur would start to shift and move around his body as the bull focused his demonic power. While Hasani was backed away the sudden arch of thick, dark, throbbing dicks flowed from that body, building and rising up fast as they darted their way towards the muscular 'phant. These weren't simply tentacles, but instead meaty members that flexed and turned, slithered and squirmed, their way up to the creature that was still standing over him. Hasani didn't see this as just being some defensive move and had felt these magical cocks more times than even he would hope to admit. Usually they came in a flash, wrapping him, holding him, binding him in place so that others, or R'Jarr himself, could penetrate him with a merciless force. How many of his fights had ended with these tendrils? The number simply couldn't be counted, but these dicks were moving slower than others that he had grown used to giving him a chance to lift his arm up for defense while his body turned in order to avoid capture by the others. The one or two that wrapped his arm was no struggle to him, it was going to take a lot more than that to limit his movement and with a twist of his arm wrapped his fingers around the length of that squishy shaft the hard jerk that he performed gave this bull the assistance that he needed to sit up all before the quick step brought Hasani towards the bovine so that his still free arm could launch a hard and crushing punch straight against the center of that demon face. All R'Jarr could see was white, his head jerking back and his shoulders bouncing against the floor while his gritted teeth and clinched eyes tried to fight off the harsh stinging pain that had just been delivered to him.

Those tentacles slithered about, almost at their own free will, while the beast tried everything to correct himself, to bring his wits back into his mind, but it was obvious that Hasani wasn't going to let him. As the elephant leaned his strong body down more of those dicks were gathered up in his hands, holding them tightly together while a soft creamy goo leaked from the tips out over his arms and shoulder. The warm fluid leaving this pachyderm to pant, to almost moan at the sensation, but he wasn't going to be giving in so easily. A little bit of dick milk wasn't going to convince this grey skinned powerhouse that he should stop fighting this dark blooded, crimson furred, monster. It wasn't an often thing to hear an elephant roar, but as his long, thick snout lifted and air blew through it the loud trumpet that called helped Hasani to still his body, to tense his muscles, to provide his strength in every manner that he needed so that when he twisted himself this larger, heavier, and built bovine would slide across the carpeting of the living room floor and lift into the air by his own dick tentacles and only released them to feel those shift and wrapping items unravel from his arms. This left R'Jarr's body flying through the air, rolling and tumbling until his body once again came down to skip across the smooth surface of tiled flooring. The soft squeak of his body scuffing across it soon ended with a heavy crash as he found the cabinet behind him stopping his movement right against the backside of his horned head.

By the time R'Jarr opened those eyes again he could already see the 'phant stepping up towards him, leaving the mostly destroyed living room behind so that they could continue in the kitchen. His arms lifted defensively, "Wait!" he called out, but was interrupted immediately by Hasani gripping down on his protective wrists.

"Oh no, you're not getting off that easily, not after what you just pulled. I'm taking you down right here so I hope you're ready."

* * *

The crumble of the faux wood that used to be a cabinet door found itself pinned in place by the shaggy coat of this firm bodied bull. The deep grunt that flowed through him lifted his well sized pecs up and down as those four black horns followed the movement of his head shaking from side to side while he worked to drive away the deep daze that such a hard crash had forced him into. Hasani wasn't going to give him the chance to really recover, though. His body stepping up towards the resting bovine to stand over him, to look down at him in the same way that R'Jarr had done to him many times before. That look of authority, of ownership, wrapped around the grey elephant's face as he stood bold, proud, and capable. It was interesting for this demon to be on the receiving end of this gaze, but that didn't entirely bother him. As of late the bovine was used to such a look, having his title taken and then being forced to suffer so much of the heated lust from other demons, and even now having to take the heavy attacks from the only creature that he could turn to that might help him. R'Jarr wasn't going to give up on asking for this help, though, and he knew that once Hasani had worn himself down he'd be far more likely to listen to this crimson bull's story. All he needed to do was survive the pachyderm's attacks first, but the real question was going to be if he'd be able to at all. This demon body might be stronger than the typical mortal shell, but without his title, without his deeper powers, he was far more weak and this particular mortal was fully trained and capable of killing demons that he happens across.

"Please, just.." R'Jarr tried to bark out again, only to find a rising knee crashing into the bridge of his bovine snout.

The shag of his fur whipping with the force of his body being jerked back in a deep and long groan. That hand that had started to rise in order to reach out for peace now turned to wrap around his nose while his strong and muscular body worked to protect the the injuries that were simply piling up on him. Every grunting breath that flowed from his body left the crimson bovine aching all over, but it was clear that Hasani wasn't finished with him yet when a hand passed to the side of his face. Those grey fingers found themselves wrapping easily around the dark handle of the oven, pulling it open slowly so that R'Jarr could hear the sound of the high pitched squeak from the well used hinges. By the time the red bull was able to look back at the demon hunter with his now worried gaze Hasani's other hand had wrapped around the side of that handsome, face. At first the demon tried to resist, tried everything to be able to struggle free, but after this long fight forced him into such a weakened state there was nothing that could be done to stop his head from finding its way into that oven with the door rising up quickly over and over again to crash hard against the front of that skull, beating it time and time again to leave the demon shivering and quaking in a heated pain. R'Jarr couldn't even count the number of times he'd felt that door smash his snout, but did notice the sound of a deep clunk when the front of the oven fell off of its hinges and onto the floor. It had been a great tactic for beating this demon down, but now that the oven was broken that door wasn't going to find much use.

R'Jarr could hear the sound of Hasani's frustrated trumpet call from that long trunk, calling out that he wanted to keep going with that door, but now was made to stop. It looked like the strong and powerful 'phant was going to need to think of a different tactic which left him looking on the stove top of the oven and delivering a deep grin down to this crimson bull. That strong hand wrapped around the front of R'Jarr's throat, holding him in place for a bit while muscular crimson hands rose up to try and pull that tight grip away. It was no use, though, and while those grey choking fingers tightened around his neck this demon found his ability to bring being limited entirely. The bull had no idea what Hasani was doing up above him, the perfect view of that 'phant body presented right in his line is sight through the now torn shirt from their long struggle, but still every single muscle could be seen and even without being able to breath it got this bovine excited, willing and ready to do all of the same dirty, naughty, and nasty things that he simply loved to do to him. Of course, that meant he'd need to get out of this strangle grip that Hasani had on him first. It was only lucky for this demon that the fingers loosened as they lifted that neck in order to force this towering beast of shaggy crimson covered muscled up to his feet only to be dragged down over the side of the counter. Hands came down quick against the counter and the stove top when his eyes locked on the sight of a bright red glowing coil used to heat up pots and pans. Those muscles tensed, that red body tried to push back the best he could, but the weight of that thickly muscled pachyderm didn't let up for a second as inch by inch this demon found himself lowered down further and further.

"You're never this weak, R'Jarr. I'm tired of you playing with me." He admitted, trying to hide the fact that he loved to see the beast bent over and simply wished that R'Jarr was bent over him. The very thought of having his hips gripped, his body pulled back around a hard and monstrous demon dick made him almost forget the fight all together, but Hasani couldn't lose focus now. He needed answers, "I don't like that you're taking it easy on me, demon. If you came all the way here then you know we were going to be fighting, and I'm not about to go easy on you just because of all the times we.... Why are you here?"

R'Jarr wanted to answer, but trying to fight off being forced down onto a red hot burning was something that took his attention just a bit more. As he grunted deeply, his strong and powerful arms tried to push up against that downward force only to find his muscles slowly failing. The heart from the burner rolled across his cheek as this bovine found himself only centimeters away from it leaving a soft smell of burning fur touching on his quickly flaring nostrils, but at least Hasani had stopped pushing and now simply held the beast there with the clear silent threat that he could burn this monster at any given second. The truth was that this 'phant didn't want to do such a thing, only threatening it as a means to get the answers that he wanted. Deep down his heart beat for the sensation that could only be delivered by this monster, but he had to know why R'Jarr was so weak, why he was unable to put up even a percentage of the fight that he was normally able to. The idea that he might be playing around with Hasani was out the window now that he was so close to that burner. If anyone had the power to stop from getting burned in such a way they would.

"Time to answer me, demon. What's going on with you? Why are you in my home, and what happened to make you so slow and weak."

"Hasani, I came here BECAUSE I'm weakened. I lost the title of Lord of Lust, and I need your help to get it back."

This actually explained everything. If he'd lost his hell title then the power that came with it would also be lost to him. That made R'Jarr no stronger than any normal demon that this 'phant might come across. Of course the idea of someone just taking the title away from him seemed off. How could they? If anything a lord in hell is one of the higher titles and he couldn't think of a single demon that might be powerful enough on their own to defeat R'Jarr long enough to take such a thing from him. When Hasani fights this bovine he seems impossible to fight, impossible to beat, impossible to even hurt thanks to the power capabilities of the crimson bull, but how Hasani was supposed to just believe that someone walked by and took out the demon to steal his title? That just didn't seem possible at all to the pachyderm which the demon hunter to only come to one single conclusion. R'Jarr must be planning something and made up this fantastic story cause Hasani to lower his guard. It was a nice attempt at a trick, but this elephant wasn't going to simply believe things like that from a demon like this one. He had the bovine on the ropes, he had him pinned down, so of course the crimson demon would be trying to make something up to sneak his way out of this situation. That much was just nature, but it was a nature that the 'phant wasn't going to buy into so easily.

Hasani wasn't going to burn him, though, even this demon hunter wasn't that cruel, but instead turned the coil off while taking this bull once again by the horns so that he could swing him fast, hard, and long, in order to steer the demon across the kitchen and chest first into the refrigerator That thick, broad, and hot chest wrapped in shaggy red fur met the flat surface of the fridge easily, but as his body was starting to bounce off of it and back towards the ground the strong body of that 'phant came up behind him, wrapping his fingers around those bovine wrists to keep him pinned there while he pressed his thick and muscular chest and abs against the towering and powerful back, even finding his thickness grinding all on its own through his pants right between those well muscled butt cheeks. While R'Jarr would love nothing more than to stay in this position for just about ever, he knew that if he didn't settle this soon then even more pain would be coming, and this demon didn't know how much more he could really take.

As he turned his head to eye back over his shoulder to Hasani he'd release a soft grunt while straining to speak, "I'm not lying to you, Hasani. Please. If you let me go then I can prove it. I'll attack you with everything I've got and you can see for yourself how weak I am without my title."

This was something that the pachyderm happened to be nervous about. He could let him go, he could see if what he was saying was true, but this could just as easily be a trick. It came down to needing to know the truth or wanting to be cautious, but when he looked into the eyes of the bovine he could see the sadness that happened to be there. It wasn't a showing of description, or power, or control, but one that asked the demon hunter to give him a chance to prove what he was saying was right. The slow nod that followed gave Hasani the quickly retreating movement to release this demon's body, giving him free room to move for the first time ever since he found the red beast in his room. R'Jarr was already rubbing his wrists, feeding blood back into them while he turned his strong and amazing body to face this elephant warrior. With a deep growl and a hot snort that lifted mist from the depths of his nose this red beast moved in quickly, kicking his legs at the floor of the kitchen only for Hasani to expect this blink-of-an-eye approach and find himself disappointed. hair covered grey arms lifted quickly to defend, but when he saw the lower speed of this demon the arms lowered as well.

By the time R'Jarr got to him to throw that powerful punch the demon hunter was able to lift his hand quickly, catching the knuckles in his palm which stopped the attack entirely and left the impact to be much less than Hasani was anticipating. When he caught that attack, though, it gave the elephant every moment that he needed to step in towards the strike, pushing his hand against it in order to drive that first back against the demon's own shoulder so that with a twist he could change the direction of R'Jarr's movement and pull him. The demon followed along as if his arm was a leash, at first finding himself needing to run in order to keep up with the powerful 'phant, but soon learning that even this wasn't fast enough just before he'd find himself released. This bovine had to wonder what he'd be thrown into this time, but what he didn't expect was was the outstretched arm quickly lifting in his path. The force of the throw was met well with the immovable arm and left R'Jarr to jerk and twist in the air as his strong and handsome body found itself colliding with the ground once again. The deep grunt that flowed showed those eyes shut entirely, and this time the bull didn't even try to get up as he simply rested there in his defeat. Unwilling to continue, unwilling to keep fighting while his body simply gave up and his heavy muscular weight kept him pinned down all on its own.

"I guess you were telling the truth," Hasani admitted, looking over this amazing body like he'd done so many time before. "When you wake up maybe we can get to the bottom of this, though you would make a very sexy pet if I just decided to keep you to myself... Ex-Lord of Lust."

R'Jarr couldn't even argue this, he couldn't even deny it, but felt his mind slipping away from the hard beating he'd been given across the length of this apartment. It was over now, Hasani finally believed him, and could even possibly help him, though that wasn't what this bovine would be dreaming about. What this crimson beast was going to be dreaming about in his knocked out stupor was the last idea that was delivered to him. He would be dreaming about being Hasani's, about belonging to him and being with him until the end of days. A fate that even in his sleep the demon couldn't deny he might enjoy just for the sake of being with the hot pachyderm.

* * *

A heavy groan filled his ears long before his eyes finally started to flicker open, the light from the room he was in filling that gaze and narrowing it, but soon his eyes would adjust to the presence of light and focus to drive away the blur that had been there, and as he looked around this demon was able to notice that he had been moved to Hasani's bedroom with the softness of the bed resting under his large and muscular figure. When R'Jarr moved to slowly sit up his body shivered from the ache that suddenly made itself known. His entire body was in pain, every inch of his figure had been beaten, crushed, smashed, and attacked by the 'phant, but it wasn't anything that this crimson bovine wasn't used to. The hard released grunt flowed from his lips, giving him the movement needed to slowly sit up while he turned his head around the room looking for the grey-skinned hunk of sexy that had done this to his massively powerful body. It was only then that the sound of rushing water caught his attention, bringing his eyes towards the corner of the room and making him imagine that the shower was going by the tone of what he was hearing. It had been going ever since he woke up, but only now did the towering crimson bull notice it. Only moments after realizing this the sound stopped, and the rustling in the other room would start up before the heavy footsteps that made up this pachyderm's powerful and magnificent body brought him out into his room. The towel that covered his loins barely managed to cover his thighs let along his thick and masculine genitals. The hair that covered his body, usually so thick, was flattened by water against his powerful figure and showed off the handsome display of heavy muscles from his well sized pecs, past his thick and well defined abs, and over the rest of his amazingly well trained body. Not many could claim that their primary job was to hunt demons, but such a job did require a very strong body to allow the feats that were needed for him to survive out there.

The sight of this handsome 'phant made the bull's jaw drop, his eyes widen and the drool from his lips starting to slide out of the corner of his mouth. The sheer image over power and strength that stood before him was amazing to this bovine and while he had seen Hasani many time before completely nude, there was something about the sight of him dripping in water, with his muscles showing so perfectly, and barely covering himself in a small, white, cloth towel that left his dark blooded heart pumping in a racing speed. Hasani turned his eyes towards this crimson demon, and while looking towards his constant staring the demon hunter didn't shy away even for a second. The only response that he actually gave was to deliver a light chuckle. At first he was going to put on some clothing, but after seeing how much R'Jarr adored the sight of his body the 'phant decided that it would simply be easier to talk to him like this. The direction of his path changed from walking towards the dresser to instead bringing himself to the bed, the heavy weight of his muscular body bending the mattress just as it was used to so that he'd be at perfect eye level with the massive crimson bull. The smile that they shared brought those powerful red arms around the grey body, slowly sliding Hasani across the sheets in order to keep him close. What had started in this bed was now going to be finished here and the only thing that paid off from it was knowing how skilled of a fighter this elephant was and now much of a deep beating the demon was able to withstand. His body still ached, was still bruised, battered, and beaten, but R'Jarr was trying his best to ignore it, as difficult a task as that was proving to be.

"So... tell me about what happened again." Hasani said softly, allowing himself to be held by the large bull and even leaning himself in so that their broad and towering chests could crush together while this sexy elephant's hands lifted to grip the fronts of those shoulders in a very submissive way.

"I would, my handsome 'phant, but I'm still hurt badly from our fight. I'm going to need to recover and to do so I need to partake in heated lust with someone I trust." he explained softly. Even as a being who lose his title as Lord of Lust he still needed such an element to heal himself, "Hasani, you're going to help me regain my health."

"Getting a little bossy now? I can always just beat you up again." The words slid from the pachyderm's lips quickly and very seriously, but that look that came onto the demon's face left his heart sinking. Ears folded back, his strong body stiffened, but he didn't force himself. The look was of someone that had lost everything and needed help to get it back, but didn't want to sacrifice the only control he had left in order to get it. "OK, I'll help you recover."

It was Hasani giving in to the demon that he simply loved giving in to, but it was still R'Jarr in charge. The large bovine was simply incapable of not being in control, dominating, and showing his dark affection to the 'phant that had learned to left such attention from the very first time they'd ever met. As a hand slid up to the backside of that grey head, holding his hand against him, this demon hunter was slowly forced down, driving towards that bright red crotch to bare witness to the always impressive display of the large, thick, throbbing demon meat that was already hovering right in front of his face. Hasani had to blink towards it at first, unable to remember if it was this big before or if him in his towel had something to do with that. At first this elephant found himself nervous, surprised, shocked at the look of it, the smell of pre leaking from the very tip softening those eyes. The feeling of the pre being pressed to his cheek when that mace-like dick slapped him across the side of his face woke him up from this trance, jerking his head to the side and leaving Hasani to quickly wrap his trunk around it, pulling it, gripping it, sliding his dick across its length from the base to the very tip. Of course keeping the cock wrapped in his long nose only place it at his mouth which gave the demon hunter the chance to slide his tongue against the very tip, tasting the same grade of pre that was still smeared on his cheek as a reminder not to hesitate.

"Ugh, yeah. Suck on that dick, demon hunter. Show me what you really want to do with demon dick." The bright smile that wrapped that red face showed the fun that he was now starting to have.

Of course R'Jarr would bring up that Hasani was a demon hunter. One of the very first things that this class was taught was how to handle highly seductive demons, but right now the 'phant didn't care. His heart beat harder when this nether beast was there, his figure quivered to the sensation of having his lips suckle on the head of that amazing cock while his trunk continued to stroke up and down the length of it, feeding more and more of that demonic pre down his throat. The way that R'Jarr held in there didn't give this pachyderm any room to move at all, but instead was made to feel the sensation of those shaggy red-furred hips lifting. At first it was just shifting movements, adjusting motions, but soon that pace picked up, those rising hips came to crush that dick further and further into that quickly spreading mouth, stretching his jaw, and leaving him unable to move at all thanks to a hand gripping the backside of his head. Hasani's eyes looked up at R'Jarr closely, staring him right into that demonic gaze, but the sound of his sloppy slurps echoed through this now destroyed room. The constant never blinking look that the 'phant shared gave this demon free reign to thrust hard against his face, to drive that dick as deep and fast as he wanted as he full on fucked Hasani's handsome pachyderm face. The throbbing dick that filled his cheeks bulged them, spread them, and pulsated in time with that growing cock that was being forced down his very throat. The trunk was made to leave the shaft, finding a hip to wrap around while those elephant lips found a thick tuft of fur to tickle them just before those same hips started to roughly slam against his face time and time again. Already R'Jarr was grunting, moaning, groaning out to him, but as he pulled his member back from that pachyderm, finding his own hand wrapping around it with a fast series of strokes, the demon hunter would have only a few seconds to catch his breath before a heavy, and thick, wave of creamy white cum would burst from the tip to splash over and over against that elephant's perfect face, leaving the thick wads to slide down his cheeks, his jaw, his brow, and his trunk while more and more came. R'Jarr might not have his title anymore, but he still knew how to let out a very heavy flow of cum to quench that hunter's thirst for meaty demon dick.

Already this demon was recovering, that release helping a lot in this as Hasani looked up towards the R'Jarr once again, "There. I hope you're recovered enough to.. OOMPH!"

Hasani never got a chance to finish this statement, not while he was being taken hold of and forced onto his back. Before he could even blink or think about struggling the crimson bovine was over him, holding down his shoulders and leaving the pachyderm to not even dream of getting out of this. Even through the towel that sizable tent had been pitched, the fabric stretching against itself as it was held up by elephant cock alone. This was something that would be torn down instantly by the red demon who crushed his abs against it, pushing it down between them with R'Jarr living happily between those legs. His sheath was still very full, even after that heavy flow he'd delivered, leaving those balls to swing side to side between those thighs, presenting themselves so perfectly with the heavy slam that was used to spank his own swinging sack against the bottom of Hasani's, watching the 'phant body jerk with both pain and pleasure while they continued to collide more and more like a wrecking ball trying to tear down a dam and release the heated fluids behind it.

"I didn't say you could speak, bitch, now lay there and enjoy what the bigger man can do here."

Before Hasani could reply to this, not that he wanted to, the bovine pulled off of him, moving to slide from the edge of the bed and turn towards a chest that had managed to survive their apartment wide fight thanks to being tucked under the bed. When this red bovine pulled it out the soft smirk rolled over his lips and from within he'd pull out a pitch black suit that forced the 'phant to blush deeply. He didn't even have a chance to explain it, though, as with a click of his fingers the rubber suit would wrap its way round that body, having him fill in the spaces that it might leave behind while that strong and muscular body both felt the suit stretch around his grand and handsome muscles as well as crushing his body back down against itself. All of his muscles were still shown, but this outfit of his didn't have eye holes leaving him to gasp with his trunk hanging out freely and the never ending hug of this rubber trapping him when Hasani felt his powerful arms being pulled behind his back.

At first he simply thought that R'Jarr had found some rope, but the reality was much more interesting. Tendrils once again flowed from the various, and ever shifting, points in this demon bull's body, whipping across the air quickly and sliding through the hoops in the arms, legs, body, and any other place that might have one. The slow tug that he'd made would bring that 'phant to sitting up straight before pulling Hasani off of the bed all together. The tight grip that the bull had on this outfit gave him all of the power he could possibly want which gave him the authority to twist this now blindfolded demon hunter in the air so that he'd find himself facing away from the plan R'Jarr had and leaving him presenting that large, plump, and very round rear. The suit covered everything except the mouth, and nose, but also had a nice hole for the cock to simply hang there with balls on full display but more importantly it presented that already pulsating tail star that was already remembering how many times his massive dick filled him before so that it could secretly prey he wouldn't go any easier on him anymore than the last many times he'd received it. Those tentacles slithered across that body, wrapping around the legs to pin the ankles against the hips, to pin the wrists against the shoulders, and leave that now blind 'phant to moan at the feeling of a thick meaty cock rubbing right up between those plush rear cheeks. This demon wasn't about to enter the strong hunter, not yet, but as he gripped the sides of those cheeks to crush them together around that dick the thick member still found a way to poke out through the top of of that tush cleavage even while the girth of his massive meat created a very visible bends in that round rump even while the thrusts picked up pace. Longer and hard hit ground that shaft along the pucker, up and down, back and forth, making it yearn to be spread but still loving the sensation of that stiff member. When the dick started to expand a bit, started to shake, started to pulsate in time with that rear button, the head poked out from beneath that plush butt once again in order to aim straight up and fire off like a fountain as creamy white demon cum erupted into the hair in waves only to splash back down over the lower back and soft cushions that he'd been enjoying the entire time. R'Jarr didn't even give a slight pant, though, still very ready to continue.

"Now that warm ups are over let's have the real work out, shall we, pet?" It was clear that his confidence had returned, his dark intentions displaying how much he loved to tease and talk down to the 'phant, but knew that Hasani simply loved the treatment, loved the little names that he called him. This was going to be fun.

The cum that had been given to this elephant ran down his sides, his breath panting softly as his rear still anticipated being used and knew that his dominant demon wouldn't let him down. The feeling of it left a trail and while this demon seed was very sticky and very thick the amount of it that had been plastered over his body gave it more than enough to coat his butt and lower back while still being able to roll down his sides. The sound of being called a pet would make his ears flip a bit if they weren't mostly covered and pinned down by the full body rubber suit that he'd been put into. It was a little game for R'Jarr, but even if Hasani had a problem with it he wasn't saying anything, simply moaning and mewling like a bitch ready for a good fucking. That hard monster cock pulled back slowly, the thick and sticky cum connecting the head to every inch that it had splattered across and leaving easily breaking strings to try their best at keeping the member held in place. R'Jarr wasn't going to be gentle, though, he wasn't going to be kind. He loved to dominate this handsome and sexy 'phant that made his heart jump and that alone gave this demon all the authority that he needed to take hold of this rubber outfit and twist fully bound and trapped prey so that Hasani could feel the softness of the bed bounce him up just slightly before allowing him to settle down. The demon hunter was now face to face with his arch rival, the smile that wrapped this higher demon's lips showed all of the plans that he had for this helpless creature and made Hasani's heart race with pleasure, joy, and anticipation all over again. Those dick tipped tentacles whipped down quickly, making sure that he was still bound and trapped with his heels at his hips and his hands at his shoulders, not giving him a moment to move while that thick member between R'Jarr's legs whipped down hard to beat downward like a club over Hasani's dick and balls, leaving them stinging and the elephant's head leaning back. A soft trail of drool leaving his cum covered mouth. Another, smaller, tentacle arched out quickly, wrapping around a hoop on the outfit that was right at the front of the throat so that when this demon gripped that thing tendril he could jerk the hunter into sitting up just enough that he'd have to look at this demon leaning over his body and growling tight in his face. Hasani could feel the warm breath brushing over his lips and with wide eyes he listened to his master's order.

"Listen here, you big bitch. I want you to look at me while I'm fucking your tight ass. Do you understand me?" The fast nod that followed from the elephant showed that R'Jarr's order was going to be followed but he never released his hold on that tentacle, keeping it in his hand in order to make sure that Hasani's leash stayed short.

This 'phant could feel that large, throbbing, heavy dick slowly slide down against his own meat, dragging the pre and left over cum that was so easily leaking from the tip of that bovine cock head down along Hasani's rosie shaft. His eyes had to fight to stay were they were told as he so wanted to look on at that dick that was pressing against his own heavy balls, sliding past them, slipping under them, and finally pressing against that tight tail hole. The pachyderm's chest swelled as he held his breath, begging with his eyes for his "master" to give him what he so deeply desired, what he'd been wanting ever since he found R'Jarr in his room hours ago. He wanted that cock inside of him, he needed it, his body feeling like it would simply explode if he didn't feel it soon. That pressure remained constant, perfectly canceling out the resistance that Hasani's rear pucker naturally kept so that the elephant could feel the constant sensation of a dick pressing against his rear hole. It was torture, but the same kind of torture that he simply loved to receive from this bull. Hasani was being good, though, he kept his eyes locked on R'Jarr's, he kept his head up and made sure to only ever look at the man that was looming over his helpless body so professionally. Nobody knew Hasani like R'Jarr, and nobody could bind him up and keep him moaning without ever entering him the way that this shaggy furred crimson demon could. That heart raced a mile a minute, and that rate only picked up when the final of those dick tentacles wrapped around that already fully stiffened cock, the pre that had been left on it making a perfect natural lubricant to stroke up and down the length with increasing speed. The feeling of those ticks wrapping around his shaft only made the large elephant swoon, melt, and flutter, but still he was good, he kept his eyes forward, kept his gaze locked on the ever watchful eyes of the demon. For this Hasani deserved a reward, his obedience would grant him the dick that he so deeply desired.

Those tendrils continued their constant stroking, drawing up and down only to come back up and then down again. It was never ending, but what this 'phant was really focused on was the sudden presence of a dick being thrust into it. It wasn't slow, it wasn't easy, and R'Jarr wasn't small even in the least. At first the demon was just pressing against the pucker, but then out of nowhere he'd slam his thickness as deep as he could into that tunnel, hitting his hips against Hasani's in an instant and leaving those eyes that were watching him to widen, almost haze over, and the mouth to drop open in a silent cry of delight and amazement. The thick hairs of this pachyderm's back, trapped under a rubber suit to collect and contain his musk, would feel like they were standing on end right then. His breath shook, his body quivered, and finally as his mind was starting to come to the demon let out a deep and cold grin that was only followed by the sudden repeat of what had just happened. Slowly the dick was drawn out, and immediately it was forced back in, pushing as deep as possible. The demon's massive, dominating dick pushed against that tunnel, pushed against those walls, and pushed against the backside of this hunter's abs so that every movement that R'Jarr made could be felt and seen with a bulge riding up and down the length of his ab walls. Even if Hasani wasn't trapped with his arms and legs bound there was no way that he'd be able to move with that cock inside of him, and despite trying so hard to keep his eyes locked on that crimson gaze the 'phant felt his rolling into the top of his head, his breath locked, his body frozen in place, as he felt the speed only start to increase. Hasani was a pleasure doll at this point, usable for nothing more than giving his demon lover a hole to fill, but he'd never complain, he'd never say no, and he'd never shy away from this massive dick if he had the chance to taking it.

The pre that filled his tunnel gave a loud and wet slap as it was pulled from his tail hole on every withdraw to run down over his tail and against the sheets. This slippery wetness also gave the echoing sound of a wet slap on every return leaving the 'phant to constantly feel like his tunnel was being filled only to feel the bruising force of those crimson hips connecting with his dark pink pucker. R'Jarr wasn't gentle about this, either, as the force of his pulls ripped the fluid out and splattered it across Hasani's thighs and the underside of his balls, creating a big mess of pre alone while he built up his strength for what was coming. Those tendrils continued their assault, Hasani could feel himself building up against the head of his dick, his own pre starting to leak out in anticipation for his first and final climax. As his dick pulsated, as it throbbed, as he was just about to release the tendrils released him, removed themselves from his dick and left it beating like a heart in place as it rose from his hips like a pillar. Those eyes returned to the bovine, begging deeply for him to continue only to see him smirk down at the sexy 'phant and watch him shake his head from side to side. A final hard thrust was pushed in fully and while Hasani's cheeks burned red with a blush and the lower burned red with the constant feeling of those heavy balls crashing against them, the demon would deliver his thick creamy wave to dump deep and fully into his play-thing's insides. Hot bubbling seed gushed in while R'Jarr remained balls deep so that the cum that he provided this pachyderm had no where to go. More and more was provided leaving that muscular grey belly to swell, grow, and round out like a pregnant woman. The bigger the 'phant got the more his body shivered while the demon's fingers slid down to easily rub against that big swollen belly, feeling the tightness of it, the fluid sloshing around against every gesture that his touch made. The very motion forced this bovine to smile while his dick remained fully within the now well overstretched depths of his pet. R'Jarr licked his lips, enjoying the look of both pain, pleasure, and wonder on Hasani's face while he shifted his dick from side to side, sloshing that cum around easily before finally pulling out in one fast tug. The movement released the full river from the depths of that elephant body, allowing the waves to gush free as the belly shrunk back down inch after inch while more and more poured from his depths to flood the bed and ruin the sheets once and for all.

"There you go, pet. Wasn't that fun?" R'Jarr said with an easy smirk enjoying the feeling of using this elephant body while it struggled to return to normal.

"Ugh.. yeah.. so tell me about how you lost your title again."

It seemed that it was time to explain all of this and recruit the help that he needed. "It was taken from me, but now the title is being offered up as a prize for a pleasure tournament. Basically, I need a partner that I know can handle my rougher side so that I can win. That's why I need your help."

"So you need your pet 'phant to play nice for you in front of the judges while you compete?" Hasani almost cooed to the idea of this, trying to hide how excited he'd be to be involved with R'Jarr in such a way.

"Yes," The demon answered before thinking about something and giving a knowing smirk, "But there's a sex uniform that you need to wear.. for tradition."

This made the pachyderm lift his brow, but if it was for R'Jarr then he'd do it.