What happens when a demon catch you trespassing.
A little quickie done by my pet, Serban, no edit went through it but I believe it is decent quality. Not for the faint of heart.
Enjoy~
"I'm sure this lesson will be one everlasting for your kind. That to trespass here is to forfeit your life and soul." The demon Aishavanta's voice would boom through the chamber, alone strong enough to send the purple flames that lit the darkness into a cowering flicker. In her grasp, she held not just one puny, frail young mortal but two. Siblings, believing that the power within their magical blood would have the power to finally defeat the demonic queen. Although as they now hung whimpering, sobbing, naked and bruised, it was obvious the young jackals were not going to win this. They'd faced off against the ten foot of rippling black fur, crackling purple eyes, and a tail far too long and prehensile to be that of any normal wolf. A great horned giant, in comparison to the young jackals, which by themselves were no large race.
The demoness sat, quite regally, with her legs spread, on a throne with no sides. Plenty of access not just to the tight, purple flesh of her slit, but also the huge sheath, wafting with acrid musk, and the great dangling sack ready to burst below it. Around her, hellhounds and death-wolves, giant ferals that lay beneath her command, gathered to see the punishment of these trespassers, each of them panting eagerly and filling the air with barks and growls, baying to see justice enacted in the cruelest of ways. Perhaps also hoping for some fun themselves, if their queen was feeling generous.
Kavira and Jannin, the cocky young mages, were already broken, whimpering shells of the adventurers that crossed the threshold. They were lucid, of course, but their confidence was gone and fear coursed through their veins, the twin's beating hearts going so fast that it wasn't clear if they were going to give out and cause death before Aisha even got to enact her punishment. "Your sniveling tires me already." The demoness knew they were not long for this world, no matter what they did. The sheer exposure to her form and fear it gave them, the corruption that burned rampant from her aura, they would soon die of terror alone. There was no escape for them.
But she could shut them up as they died, at least. With an almost lazy heave, she'd pull the dickgirl towards her, Kavira trying to fight and struggle, her paws weakly prying and fighting the fingers that were tightly locked around the back of her head. Yet no way did she have the strength to fight back. "L-le-let go beast." She'd croak, trying to twist her head back to look at her whimpering brother, the boy kept on his knees, face crushed in the demon's huge paw, keeping him from seeing. Only hearing. And what he would hear was no doubt going to make his blood run cold. "Oh, I shall. But not before your worthless breaths are muzzled, unable to offend my presence further." The queen's eyes burned with a sadistic glare, leering down at the jackal, making it all too clear what was about to happen.
The paw was guiding Kavira to those purple folds, wet and glistening with the monster's arousal as she got off on the torment of these pathetic mortals. There was no command to lick. No command to worship or repent. No, the young jackal found herself unable to get away as her muzzle was pushed closer and closer, until her nose slipped against the musky slit and started to push it. "W-w-wait, n-no, pl-hhm!" It was always amusing how, right at the end when there was no turning back, the heroes broke into beggars. Her eyes flickered in all directions while her paws stopped fighting those fingers and instead tried to grab the fur of the queen's thighs, in order to stop herself getting pushed any deeper.
Aisha was strong, stronger than any mortal and she would not be denied. Kavira was now her dildo, the struggling of her muzzle pressing against the walls of her cunt, each moment sending it deeper and deeper. The smell of musk became unbearable to the young girl, it being the only thing she could breathe; no air, save for what her hyperventilating lungs kicked out and breathed back in, oxygen being stripped away with every passing second, making each breath burn and sear. There was screaming. It was always impossible to get rid of all the screaming, even when they were pushed in up to the eyes, only able to see the clit and fur of the demon's mound, while within the depths of that cunt, she was slowly suffocating.
"Gnngh~" Although it was no easy fit. The demoness ground her paw, rolling it around on the back of that little jackal, starting to stretch and force her lips more and more. What dildo, for the demonic goddess of wolves and canines, would be complete without a knot? A puny muzzle would have never been enough. No, she wanted the whole thing. Kavira would start to realize; there was no stopping. There was no escape. The demon was pushing and pushing, the slick purple lips getting ever closer up her face, bringing a warm wetness as they stifled her breath. Slipping up over her eyes, soon she'd not even be able to see the fur, or the lips - her whole face teetering on the edge of being sucked into that huge hole.
"Perfect fit~" The demoness teased, holding her there for just a moment, taking her other paw off of the boy's head. Well, cunt boy. The first thing she'd done was lop off his cock and replace it with a slutty, needy hole that he couldn't control. Jannin was there, panting and huffing, trying to get to grips with the magical fear that had his heart bursting, while his sister had his cock, dangling rock hard between her legs, twitching and pulsing with precum even as she desperately tried to fight. She was being suffocated to death, only a few minutes of life in those breaths, at least. "What do you think, little sister?" Jannin's new, insulting name.
"P-p-p-please." The boy would have liked to fight back, to say something, to stand up for himself but it was impossible. He was just too frightened, quaking in the demon's grip while the liquid warmth of his piss started to spread down his thighs, bladder emptied with sheer fear as he saw Kavira fighting for her life. "Please?" Aisha would boom, cutting him off from any more words, leaving his sentence cut and hung. "Of course, you may join in. I had no idea you were so willing." Not the words the boy wanted to hear. As she hefted him by the scruff, he'd just scream. Scream and scream, flailing his arms and legs as he too was brought to the giant herm's lap, to share the fate of his sister.
Yet it was not through the lips that he would go. No. With both a dexterous paw and the power of telekinetic magic, the kind that burnt to the touch, Aisha would wrench the boy's muzzle open to the fullest extent, hovering him above that big, black sheath. He kept howling his lungs out, drool and spit flying from his lips, but there was nothing he could say like this. No chance for last words. "I do love to see siblings bonding." The demoness's laughter shook the walls as she pressed his face down, put his mouth to the tip of her giant cock as it began to slide from the tube of fur, and just held him there.
It could not be seen from the outside. Not totally, at least. His eyes watered and rolled back, he'd begin to gag and fight, his mouth clearly being filled with something and his breath stolen away. The cause was clear when the bulge began to appear at the base of his jaw, pressing down through the neck. Her huge cock was just growing down his throat, stifling him of breath. He was in the same situation as his sister, forced to try and keep going on the same lungful of air, dizziness and panic setting in. "MMmh~ Perfect." As if arranging some kind of ornament, Aisha would drop him down on his sister's back, balanced even through his struggles, held in place not just by the meat down his throat, but also the knot starting to grow in his mouth.
As their life force faded, her arousal grew. "Hnngh, such fun little toys~" The demoness moaned, a sound that sent arousal rippling around the room, the tortured twins feeling it, unable to ignore such power. But it also passed to all of the eager, mutated monster-hounds set around the throne, drawing them to whimpers and whines. They were eager. Oh so eager. Well, it wasn't like the kids were going anywhere. Jannin was firmly knotted and now, with a press of her fingers on the back of the girl's head, Kavira was finding herself as the knot.
The lips of that cunt stretched to the limit right around her ears, the demoness releasing another great groan of pleasure, before a sticky, wet pop marked the pressure breaking through, the whole of the jackal's head sliding into her canal. That was it. There was no escape. No more air. Her movements became jerky and uncoordinated, her nervous system going crazy. Everything was cold, dark, numb... Kavira was dying. Dying slowly as she was starved of oxygen, brain damage already setting in. Yet she'd feel one last thing before it ended. A push - something pointed, hot, sticky...
"There we go." Aisha had given the command - the flick of her fingers that sent her army of hounds rushing forwards, fighting over one another as they went right for those bent over little bodies, the first to be successful getting the prize; the others then waited in line. Two huge cocks dangled from its haunches, seeming almost guided by dark, lustful energies as they found their mark immediately, the one at the top going to pierce into Janin's heated cunt and the one below giving Kavira one last, mind-shattering wave of agony to scream out, before her brain shut down to the level that there was no mind left to feel the pain.
She was a warm corpse, desecrated as the giant demonic wolf started to rape her asshole, body now nothing but a toy for animals, occasionally giving a twitch. Jannin held on longer. He was still screaming as the cock filled his hole and immediately began to hammer so hard it felt like someone was dragging a raw, red-hot poker through the flesh, one that also somehow brought pleasure. It was there too that he began to fade, cold and dark taking over his mind. Sensations began to merge into one; the pain of his rear, the ache in his throat, the sudden explosive pressure as something hot and sour started to pour into his stomach. So terrified and humiliated he was, he couldn't even come to terms with his own death.
If only it was his death.
With a groan, the boy would wake. He'd blink a few times, trying to figure out what he was feeling. Agony. From the moment he was lucid enough to feel it, every sense seemed immersed totally in pain, like he was lying in fire. "AAhghn-" A half-scream, half-groan, he'd try and stumble up, escape while he had the chance, find his sister and - and no matter how much he tried, he couldn't move. Wherever he was, it was pitch black. He was on his hands and knees - he could feel hard stone around his elbows and at the top of his thighs. It made no sense. What was this?
The light came to life immediately, a flickering purple flame to light a brazier, blinding the poor boy as he knelt in his cell. Or perhaps, as he tried to look down and out of the flame's glare, he'd realise knelt wasn't the right word. His arms were broken. Cut. They'd been lopped off at the end and replaced with stone seals, ones locked into the floor, keeping him from moving. There was no doubt this was the same thing that happened to his legs too. Fear again came setting in as he realised this was severe injury, not something he could, quite literally, walk away from. There was no escape.
His screaming began anew, throat already raw and hoarse, the boy unable to actually form words from the damage that cock had done to his throat. "Don't be like that." Aishavanta would laugh, her form towering before him, her very presence taunting and goading. He'd completed the challenge; his body had resisted her fear, so now here he was. Broken to walk as a bitch, although the stone seals would immobilise him here, moving impossible. His belly looked pregnant, filled with so much cum it had probably burst inside, giving him that burning pain within.
And his tail was gone, leaving both his ass and his sister's transplanted cunt and womb revealed to the world. Sister. That was the one thing that had the boy look up, despite his terror, despite the tears falling from his eyes. What had happened to his sister? When he saw, he'd wish he'd not. She was still there, right where she was left. Cold, dead, dangling from the demon's cunt, knotted inside it by her own skull. Her body was ripped and tattered, the pack of hellhounds and death-wolves constantly biting and gnawing at it, crunching the bones of her legs and feet, mauling the body while it was used as a sex plug.
Her holes had been broken into one and from that, her intestines and guts hung, being pulled at by two rather vicious horned hounds, reeling them out of the girl's cum-filled belly. Of course, Aishavanta wouldn't let them eat everything. She needed something to send back to the town, of course. Perhaps dropped from her wyvern onto their parent's home? "Mmmh~ My pack had fun with her. Ruined body~ I kept bringing her back from the dead but she'd always fade again so fast~"
"Oh well..." The demoness turned and started to walk away, heading toward the two large doors at the end of the marbled room where he'd notice, that he wasn't alone... others in his situation. He was in a breeding kennel. "I have things to do. Bring me many pups, will you?" She burst into laughter once again, as she left toward the exit, whistling a happy tune and leaving the jackal behind to serve in his new station... a demon wolf, broodmother.
The End.