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Saia left the village's borders for a single day and it all burned down. Well, not exactly. The structures were still standing, but smoke from some of them, and there was a general haunting silence hanging over the whole community that told the jackal that something was very wrong. A ranger like him could make a good living, trading with a small community and keeping them safe from the various natural dangers that encroached upon the homes. Usually it meant doing nothing at all. Apparently his presence alone was the only thing preventing total catastrophe. His hackles went up as soon as he stepped between two small homes, officially within the borders of the small community. He could feel the presence of something bad, leaving him on high alert. Yet he couldn't see nor hear a thing.

There was smoke but no apparent fire. The wispy plumes swirled through the air and reached his nose, bringing with them a fragrance very much unlike that of a wood fire. It was something else, something hot, something striking, and maybe even pleasant, like a spiced perfume let loose into the wind. That couldn't have been it. He gritted his teeth and began to search for clues. His tracking skills were refined over many years of experience, but they were hardly necessary. The trail was the most obvious thing he could have ever asked for. A dark streak of something purely black traced its way across the village, as if someone had swiped a massive paintbrush onto those dirt paths. Saia didn't have to crouch low or attune his nose to a scent to track his prey. Whoever or whatever had invaded that peaceful village had laid out a map for Saia to find them. If it was a trap, he'd just have to rely on his keen senses to warn him before it was too late.

He recognized the alchemist's hut. The trail led there, the strange black markings vanishing into the darkened doorway. Saia's eyes were usually sharp even in low light, but he couldn't see anything beyond the open door. It was like a void, a living shadow had enveloped that passage, turning it into a portal to the unknown. And from within, there was that scent again. It was stronger than before, assaulting his nose until he found himself needing to give his head a shake. There was something intoxicating about that mysterious aroma. If he breathed it too long, it felt like he was falling under its sway, his own thoughts fading and his body moving all on its own, stepping closer to that blackened hut. He knew Oro lived there, but he couldn't hear any sign of life. Despite occasional suspicion from others, he knew the village alchemist was harmless, and an asset to those around him. He couldn't imagine that the kind dog could possibly have been responsible for all the chaos. But he was going to have to find out for himself, no matter how bad of an idea it seemed.

Stepping across the threshold felt like he had passed through a storm cloud, leaving him with some sort of clinging humidity sticking his hair to his head and his clothing to his fur. It was enough to make him want to strip down on the spot just to shake the feeling. He swiped his fingers through his hair and focused his eyes. At first he thought the place might have been on fire. That would have explained the deep red glow of his surroundings. The walls were coated with that same black goo that guided him there, but it was emanating from everything, shining through that mysterious substance that schlorped beneath his boots. Every step meant prying his way off of the floor as if he were walking in some sort of bog, producing all sorts of messy slurping noises as he investigated the tainted hut. There wasn't much else to see. Beyond the slime clinging to everything, and the strangely exotic aroma, there was ... nothing. No bodies. No creatures. No signs of anything awful happening there, at least not that he could discern. The alchemist had simply vanished, right along with the rest of the villagers, and he didn't have any guesses what could have possibly snatched them, right up until the moment something grabbed him from beneath, emerging from that gooey floor and clutching him by the ankle.

He cried out and reached for the axe slung over his back, but it was too late. He was already descending, already sinking into the floor as if he'd stepped into a swamp, getting sucked beneath the surface no matter how much he might have fought. His legs vanished into the floor, and then he was up to his waist in black goo, splashing, struggling, flailing his arms as he felt it coating his hide. It clung to him, coated him, became like a second skin, dye patches of his fur as if he'd been dipped in ink. Once he sunk past his shoulders, tilting his muzzle towards the ceiling, reaching out for something or someone to grab onto before he disappeared, he'd been painted like a mythical creature, the ooze sinking right through his clothing and supplies, getting deep into his skin. And when he splished down over his head, fully immersed in darkness, he could feel himself falling. Down he plunged, unseeing, unhearing, knowing only that terrible sensation of plummeting to his apparent death. But it wasn't to be.

Instead, he landed softly in the middle of an elaborately macabre throne room, left totally unharmed. He lay before a throne of bones, upon which was seated a grinning figure. Her sinister fangs were interlocked in a violent smile, her eyes casting the same red glow across the room as he'd seen before. A dark, striped hyena on the surface, her outward menace immediately painted her as something so much worse than that. She was merely wearing a hyena disguise to conceal whatever was truly inside of her. And there was no doubt as to what had happened to the rest of the villagers. They were gathered all about, surrounding Saia, chanting something he couldn't understand. The words made him shudder, like he was hearing some sort of forbidden language. He flattened his ears and slowly rose to his feet, finding himself naked, dyed black, and completely unarmed. His supplies were gone. It was just him against the demoness herself, seated proudly on her throne as she shone her grim smile towards him, a creature much like herself but smaller and less imposing, clinging adoringly to one of her legs. There was something about that lesser demoness' eyes that he recognized, even through the hellish red.

"Oro?"

Saia wasn't sure how he knew, exactly. There was hardly a trace of that dog left in the corrupted form of the demoness' servant. But he recognized something, and that was enough. The dog-turned-hyenaess nodded slowly, a grin of her own spreading across her jaws, revealing fangs almost as intimidating as her new mistress.

"Good guess. It's me. I have something better than research now. Won't you join us? Serve for eternity under Mistress Shirazi ... it feels so good ... "

It even sounded like Oro's old voice, but more feminine now, and trembling with some kind of barely-concealed lunacy. Her words set off the other figures all around the jackal, who almost immediately launched into an orgy of groping themselves, moaning, sometimes snickering with madness amid their cacophony of carnality. They hissed to Saia from every side, walling him in with the sound.

"Join. Join usssssss. Joiiiiiin ussssssss."

They were the wettest words he'd ever heard. He put his hands over his ears and tried to shut it out, but that just made them come closer, looming all around him, snapping their jaws and drooling as they approached. They were mostly all familiar faces. Villagers, or visiting merchants and tradesmen - it seemed not a single resident of the community was left unenthralled, but for the young. He felt terror running up his spine, the fear of being harmed, even devoured. But before they got too close, the apparent demon queen herself rose from her macabre throne, waving her hand and causing her minions, her enslaved masses to step back without her even needing to say a word. The demoness tipped her head to the side, considering Saia, shivering with silent giggles. And then she was gone.

He saw nothing but a puff of black smoke vaguely in the shape of a hyena, but couldn't find where Shirazi actually went. A cackle to his left made him snap his head in that direction, only to see nothing but a faint blur or stripes vanish from his sight. He whirled around, following the shifting laughter, but never caught a glimpse of her for long. She was too fast, toying with him, taunting him. Saia raised his ends, doing his best to remember what he knew of martial arts, but he would have been so much more comfortable with a weapon. In the end, it wasn't even a fight. No matter how fast he turned, how much he spun in a circle, he couldn't face every way at once. She got behind him and wrapped her arms around his chest, pinning him against her bosom, yanking him up off his feet while he kicked and struggled, treating him as if he weighed nothing. He felt her tongue running along his neck, then up along his cheek, slathering him in hot demon spit no matter how much he fought against her. That wasn't natural strength he was dealing with. He was in over his head. A ranger was supposed to deal with beasts, maybe the occasional monster. Not things from beyond the world. And if there was any doubt as to what Shirazi intended with him, the prod of her firming cock against his lower back made it clear.

Gods, she was big. That was an imposing shaft sliding up along his black-marked fur. He'd probably already been corrupted, already hopelessly caught up in the embrace of a greedy demoness. But that didn't mean he just had to give up. He gnashed his teeth and swung his claws, kicking back at Shirazi's legs while she held him there, grinding on him and bear-hugging the air right out of his lungs. It was too hard to breathe for him to properly protest, but he fussed and grunted when he wasn't gasping, at least. That didn't stop her from taking him down to the ground, pinning him over that red, silken carpet that led to her throne. He squirmed as much as he could, but she was bigger, stronger, and so much more forceful than anything he'd ever dealt with before. A hand dug deep into his lovely locks of blackened hair, and she seemingly clutched right at his skull, pressing her claws into his scalp while she pinned him face down and mounted him. He thought at least she might seduce him first, might get inside his head and make him find her irresistible. But he guessed there was no need for that when she could just overpower him.

He couldn't have eluded such a crowd even if he somehow managed to escape her. They loomed all around, chanting those awful words again, sounding like they were casting some spell over him while he got assaulted by the hyena herself. Maybe it was more a curse. He reached out, grasping at the carpeted floor as if he might find something there, but there was nothing to save him. She forced him to stay beneath her while she slipped her fat cock beneath his tail, cackling in his ear so loudly it rattled his brain. He felt her grinding, humping, smearing his balls and taint in precum. It was near as thick as that goo that had claimed him minutes ago, clinging to his stained fur. Her scent rose higher, hotter. He recognized it as the one wafting over the village when he arrived, but it was different now. Richer, lustier, a concentrated musk that took over his senses, so thick in the air he could taste it while she had her way with him. There was nothing he could do to stop her from finally finding his rim, starting to spread him out with that lust-drenched dick, stretching him, and finally penetrating him even as he fought against her. All he could manage was to clench his teeth and bear the feeling of a demon's fat dick entering him, filling him, stretching his insides to fit snug around her unholy girth.

Saia wondered if there was any god out there who could save him now. It didn't seem likely. He didn't bother to pray. Instead, he relied on his own grit and strength. His willpower remained strong, but his flesh was too weak to resist the demoness. She was free to have her way with him, no matter how much he bit and kicked. None of it phased her. If anything, it seemed to make her giggle more. That manic laughter echoed through her followers, her enslaved masses while she fucked him, sinking balls-deep and slapping her nuts against his backside with a heavy thud. He felt that impact rolling through him. She shook his whole body with the force of fucking him down there in the depths. Maybe he was in hell itself. Or maybe it was just her realm, some dark place that belonged entirely to her, far away from the world he once knew. Either way, he wasn't escaping anytime soon. He just hoped he might survive the encounter, but the odds didn't seem good. Not when the hyenaess' laughter fell to a drooling snarl, the sound rabid, unhinged, and soon mimicked by her legions all around the two of them while she fucked him into the rug.

"Get ... get off! I'm ... not .... yours ..." Saia grunted, as if scolding Shirazi for her behaviour.

She just hissed through her teeth in response. "Yessss ... mine ... miiiiine."

He just groaned at that, biting his lip again. Anything to keep from moaning. It didn't matter that she was violating him, forcing herself on him, fucking him even as he struggled. She knew how to make him feel good. Of course she did. She was a demon. They were all about sex, right? No mortal could fuck him like that, he caught himself thinking, even as he took the occasional swing at her, trying to elbow her off of him, as if that would be enough to dissuade a spawn of hell from desecrating his tight rump. She thumped him with a steady, manic beat, pumping back and forth, drumming her hips against his booty until he felt as if he was one with the floor beneath him. Or maybe with his body. But that was all ignoring the main source of his squirming. Her big fat demon dick felt incredible driving against his prostate like that, massaging that pleasure button so perfectly that he couldn't help but claw at the rug, gasping, trembling, whimpering out. He never moaned for her, not yet, but it was a constant battle to keep from admitting how good it felt to let her use him, claiming his body with every single pounding thrust beneath his jackal tail. It was harder to concentrate on that when she was whispering to him, the sound both snakelike and honey-sweet, all at once.

"Do you want to know what happens when I cum inside you, Saia?"

Of course she knew his name already. The thing that impressed him the most was how she could rail him like a beast, hammering her hips back and forth as she drove them both close to a pumping, clenching climax, all while still speaking slowly and seductively. She never missed a beat. He shook his head a few times, though it was less a matter of saying no and more refusing to even listen. Defiant though he was, he couldn't escape her words when she was sticking her tongue right inside one of his ears, partly drowning out her depraved speech with the sound of drooly squelching.

"I'm going to rut you raw and claim you from the inside, sweet little jackal. No more wandering the woods. You can wander my dick instead."

That didn't even make sense. He almost wanted to laugh. But he didn't dare, even while Shirazi cackled over him, immersing him in that horrifying sound while her hordes of admirers joined in. It took awhile for her to get a hold of herself, her entire body writhing and vibrating with hyena hysterics. He might have compared those violent convulsions to being possessed by a demon, but he was pretty sure she was immune to such a thing, unless she'd somehow possessed herself. He was struggling less by then, and mostly just squirming, faintly kicking his legs, his body and his will breaking down while she drove the pleasure into his body, grinding on his button, making his cock swell and fill out regardless of how compliant he really was. She could force the ecstasy right into him, until it was swirling through his senses, dancing through his mine, crackling along his veins like jolts of wicked energy.

"My jizz is gonna corrupt you, gonna make you feel all hot and different inside. I'll make you into my sweet, moaning jackal girl, serving at my feet for all eternity. All it takes is a drop. Rrrrrngh, yesssss, almost there ... together into the juicy void we go, doggie ... "

That was when he snapped out of it. Her scent, her driving cock beneath his tail - he couldn't let it all distract him. No matter how hard she fucked him, no matter how good it felt, he couldn't let her cum inside him. Not when her seed was apparently a dark, corrupting force. He lashed out, trying to claw at her but finding himself unable to reach. Then he wriggled, bucking like an angry bull beneath her, leaving her snickering as she thumped him back down flat with the force of her hips alone. Her embrace became more suffocating, her fluffy fur immersing him as she squeezed him around the chest, her arms beneath his, holding him snug to her heavy tits while she fucked him to a peak. He snarled to her, and she snarled back, sounding like she was making fun of him, more playful than frightful, though it was hard to tell the difference. She was too strong, too heavy, her weight nearly crashing. He couldn't wiggle his way out of this one, no matter how slippery he could be, all the things he'd survived before. She was so much more than a wild beast, even if she fucked exactly like one.

That unceasing thump became more of a manic slapping noise as she lost her steady pace and instead settled into brutal rutting. He felt her saliva raining on him while she brought him to a climax he didn't want, but couldn't fight. His cock wasn't going to settle down, his balls already tightening in anticipation of releasing the load worked up by her stroking of his insides. She was swelling. Her dick got even thicker inside of him while she lunged and slammed down on him. He could barely breath, both for being crushed by the curvy demon, and for getting smacked so hard by her slick and sloppy fuck-thrusts that he didn't have time to take a good gasp. All he could do was whimper, feeling her precum shooting inside of him, getting thicker and thicker. He was probably already corrupted just from that alone, but that didn't exactly comfort him. Still, he could fear her all he liked. She still made him cum, as his ears went flat, his lips drew back, and his whole body lurched with the sudden, violent climax that erupted from him thanks to that pumping demon cock milking him over the edge.

"Yesssss yes yes goooood boy ... show me how much you want me to claim you, shape you, change you ... are you worthy? Do you deserve it?"

Just when he thought she was about to fill him, she instead pulled out with a sudden, shocking schlorp, leaving him with a profound sense of emptiness for a moment. Then she came all over his back, splashing him, soaking him in her demon seed while he jizzed on himself so hard he couldn't even move. He was paralyzed by his own pleasure, his face frozen in a foolish expression of stunned ecstasy. His mouth was flopped open, his tongue hanging out, his eyes rolled back. He knew how silly he must have looked, but he couldn't do a thing to change it. She hosed him down in hyena cum, letting it sink into his skin, marking him with that scandalous scent until he couldn't remember his own anymore. He drooled for her. He whimpered. He shivered and he shook, writhing as she claimed him, on the outside at least. And when his will finally broke, he gave a little groan, a shaky, whining sound of pleasure, rattling out of his throat while he fought to recover his senses after getting demonically fucked in front of all those villagers he once served. And that black goo still hadn't washed off. He wondered if it ever would.

He still couldn't move, even once she was off of him. She left him steaming there, soaking in his own cum, and hers. He heard the clack of her claws on the floor around him, circling him, laughing at him. Or maybe she'd just gone totally mad. Those cackles echoed in his pointy ears. He couldn't shut them out. They were everywhere. She was everything at once, leaving him feeling as if he was losing his mind, just to listen to her horrible, echoing cackle. Not even that sweet afterglow could save him. Yet when she finally fell silent, it was almost worse. He felt a chill, despite the heat around him. Panting, he slowly lifted his head, to find the audience looming, grinning, their eyes bright with anticipation. Some of them trembled, and not in fear. Something big was coming. That was just her way of introducing herself. She moved suddenly to wrench him to his feet, his legs barely holding him up as she held him there, dangling him, letting her cum trickle from his fur as the music started.

Saia had no idea what in the hells he was listening to. No such music existed on his mortal plane. Some of the instruments, he recognized. Banging drums, a wailing cello, perhaps even a harp. Others, they were incomprehensible to him, assaulting him with a harsh, distorted noise that sounded like death itself. Someone shrieked while another sang, and together, they guided the band into a brutal waltz, swelling and falling, transforming the throne room into a demonic ballroom dance. And Shirazi led the way. Saia could only stagger along, his head pressed against her bust while she dragged his half-limp body along the floor with her, swinging him, lifting him, dipping him down and smooching him right on the lips. Her tongue penetrated his mouth, wriggling atop his own, almost entering his throat before she withdrew sharply, leaving him only with the sweet taste of her hot breath as she straightened up and spun him. His arm gave a painless pop around the shoulder while he twirled all around, left dizzy and disoriented, barely able to perceive the chaotic scene around him. The music pounded at his head, screaming, banging, wailing. But it was pretty catching. He felt her cock wedged between the cheeks of his ass when she pulled him back against her, embracing him and humping him while she swung their hips back and forth with the melodic pandemonium, dancing with her new servant. But she still hadn't actually sealed the deal.

When the song ended, Saia's ears were ringing. The chamber was silent once more. The demon held him from behind, framing his hips between her hands, squeezing into his curves, squishing into his rump. She still vibrated strangely, but her laughter remained internal for the moment. Instead, she raised one hand and curled a finger to the crowd, beckoning to one of her new followers.

"Oro. I think you two know each other, don' you? I think you deserve a reward for all the adoration you've shown me. Come help."

The other hyena, once a canine, but now reshaped in Shirazi's image, stepped forth. She was wearing a similar grin. And stroking at a similar cock, albeit one not quite so excessively plump. Saia still felt like he recognized Oro in there somewhere, even with her body changed like that. Just enough to know it was really him - or her now, anyway. Shirazi's voice pierced the silence once more.

"Let's suck his precious soul out together. I'll even give you a little taste."

Oro just nodded eagerly, flapping her tongue about. Shirazi shoved Saia forth, letting him fall into the other hyena's arms. The former shiba was a lot stronger than she used to be. Saia wouldn't have been so easily overpowered by Oro if she was still natural, but she was anything but. Soon, she was able to snatch Saia by the hair, bending him over, giving him a sample of her new cock. That felt familiar, if not quite so devastating as Shirazi's own. That didn't stop him from yelping as Oro bent him over, taking hold of his wrists to keep him in a wheelbarrow position while she humped him from behind, squishing demon dick against that booty. Saia could feel every throb, every rigid flex. Oro was every bit as horny as her mistress. And even worse, such a position left him perfectly vulnerable to Shirazi's touch, leaving her free to stroke her fingers beneath his chin, pointing his muzzle up to look at her. His view of her grinning face was largely obscured by her glossy black meat pressed right there against his nose.

"Let's see if you can earn it, silky doggy. Can you take us both? I believe in youuuuuu ..."

She pressed her thumb between his lips, forcing his jaws open. For a moment, he thought he might try to be clever and bite her, but he couldn't will himself to try it. He was scared. Of course he was. She wasn't natural, wasn't normal, and she could do just about anything she wanted with him. If she wished to eradicate him from existence, it probably would have been easy. So he was going to do what she said, and try his best to please her. It had absolutely nothing to do with that hot demon musk invading his nostrils, compelling him, controlling him with lust, making his cock press up against his belly as it firmed up solid between his legs. That was totally unrelated. As was his sudden impulse to sniff deep of her fluffy crotch, inhaling that intoxicating scent like an addict, swimming in forbidden demon aromas until they were all he could think about. She didn't even have to force him to suck her off anymore.

Once she pried his mouth open, he accepted the tip of her smooth shaft without too much complaint. It was big enough to stuff his jaws, pushing back towards his throat without much subtlety. He expected to choke on it, only to find his body oddly accommodating of her feral desires, easily swallowing it down even when it meant swelling his neck with that pulsing girth. It was like he'd sucked a thousand demon cocks before. He pursed his lips around the base, letting her shove in balls-deep and fuck his face in one smooth initial stroke, leaving him gargling her precum, his nose stuffed deep into her fluff. She didn't need him to suck. He just had to keep those lips snug around her dick while she used him, pulling slowly back, schliiiicking her way out of his mouth but for the very tip of her plump cock, only to plunge straight back in. Her nuts smacked against his chin, drumming their lustful beat while she slowly, firmly fucked his throat. And Oro was hardly any gentler.

She kept him all stretched out and bent over, demonstrating supernatural strength as she clutched his wrists as tightly as a pair of shackles. He was stuck in that position while she found her spot, sliding her shaft along his smooth taint until she glossed along the rim of his hole. A few thrusts forth bounced him into Shirazi's crotch, making him glurk around that fat demon dick, feeling it slipping even deeper down his throat while her balls mashed up against his lower lip. He did his best to breathe around it, even if every gulp of air was tainted by her richly savoury scent. Oro penetrated him smoothly, sinking deep beneath his tail, soon letting him feel another pair of plump demon balls bouncing up against his butt. And then she pulled back, and thumped in again, letting him feel the shape in his belly, lightly bulging with the outline of Oro's new, enhanced member. The true test was on his spine, absorbing the impact of them both as they quivered and lunged, pumping back and forth with rising speed as they snickered to each other like they were in on a joke he couldn't even begin to understand. It almost made him want to laugh too.

"Yes yes YES, fuck him, take him, break him, make him, bake him ..." Shirazi babbled while she bucked her hips, clutching Saia by the skull while she rammed her shaft straight down his gullet over and over, mashing that musk-thick taste into his tongue. "Show him the undying embers beneath the flesh ... pull the ruin from his sight and bring him down to screams with me ... good girl ..."

It was nonsense, pure insanity she was sprouting, but somehow he understood it to be praise for her servant and her jackal-fucking skills. He couldn't tell one thrust from another, the percussive spitroasting leaving him engulfed by pleasure. It wasn't just the demon-slave behind him rutting at his rump that kept him firm and dripping with delight. Shirazi's dick felt good sliding in and out of his throat, pointing straight down towards his belly, letting him guzzle down the constant spurt of precum. It felt like she was already cumming in him, already claiming and corrupting him. There was something changing, deep within. It crawled along his skin as surely as it tingled somewhere in his gut, making him feel hotter, heavier, encumbered by whatever she was doing to his body. That deep black stain upon his fur sank deeper, infusing his skin with that inky tone as if it had always been there. He was marked, but not yet fully taken. Though no one would have known it to see him so eagerly drinking Shirazi's essence while one of the demon's servants plowed him from behind, his own spurts coming near hers as he made a mess of the fancy rug beneath him. There was only so much more he could take before he completely lost control of himself, tumbling down the spiral into blissful release that threatened to snatch the thoughts right from his mind.

His knees eventually couldn't take it. Not with the both of them weighing down on him, slamming him back and forth. Each of their primal lunges pressed him harder into the other, leaving him little more than a soft little racket-ball to bounce against their hips. He found his nose smothered deep into the fluff of Shirazi's crotchtuft, then his ass smacked hard against Oro's hips. They followed him to the floor, clutching him, bending him, plowing him until he couldn't taste anything but Shirazi's musk. He clenched around Oro's demondick, holding tight, barely letting go while she fucked him senseless. It was so hard to think, so hard to remember he was supposed to be afraid, supposed to be resisting, doing anything he could to keep those infernal creatures from cumming inside of him. It was going to be bad if they did. Shirazi told him that much. But maybe by then it was purely ceremonial. That wicked mistress in the fire had already broken him, already claimed him, bending him to her vile will. One look at his glassy, barely-seeing eyes would have told her as much, but there was no glimpsing his face when he was buried deep between her thighs, throat-deep on her cock, still trying to suck on her between those brutal strokes just to be absolutely certain he didn't miss a single trace of her decadent flavour. She was going to give him exactly what he wanted, and so much more. He knew that.

Their cackles rose to a crescendo, drowning out the smacking and plapping going on while they flashed their fangs. Shirazi writhed with amusement and pleasure alike as she pumped towards a climax so potent it weighed down her balls with the load she churned up, just for Saia. Oro was plenty potent herself, spanking her fat sack against his rump while she pressed him to a peak that he couldn't fight off. Huffing and slobbering around Shirazi's shaft, twitching, tensing, pulling up tight around them both as he clenched and sealed his lips firm around every demonic inch, he felt that rush of climax shoot straight up his spine, crackling up to his mind, bursting with an inner flash. He came first, spraying himself hard, hosing his whole underside in jackal cum, smearing white across all those black stains but doing nothing to wash them away. He came his brains out, shaking between the two of them, trying to scream in delight but managing only some muffled noise, which soon turned to a gurgle. As hard as he might have blown his load, it was pitiful compared to those two luscious demons. Oro followed Shirazi's wordless shrieks of command and buried herself deep within the jackal, and together they filled him with a fresh, engorging dose of demon seed like lava, or so it felt in that shining moment.

He felt himself scorched inside by that hot spunk sloshing through his innards, gushing down his throat and beneath his tail, converging in his slightly swelling belly until he simply became a stream, a fountain. Unholy jizz splashed all around the room, further marking it in Shirazi's ever-present natural perfume. If Oro had a scent of her own, Saia couldn't tell. He sweltered deep in Shirazi's essence, trapped between her stripey thighs with her dick deep down his throat, unloading shaft-bulging shots of her corrupting cum. Something terrible was happening to him. His mind became unshackled, soaring through the cosmos, glimpsing unspeakable things. He thought he might lose his mind right there. He'd seen too much, felt too much. Demon sex wasn't meant for ordinary mortals like him, after all. He couldn't seem to catch his breath, even once they left him alone to simmer in the mess they made of him, letting him pant and lightly whimper even as the afterglow dulled the soreness that came with getting rutted by two brutal beasts like them. She hardly gave him a moment to rest, her hands upon him as she rose, dragging him to his shaky feet, letting him dangle before her fearsome visage.

"A fine vessel for my desires. I will delight in drinking down your everything, adding your soul to the useless shrieks inside me. And your body - I will make it what I want most."

He didn't get a chance to respond before she lunged at him. He flinched as if he was about to get mauled, but instead she simply met him in a kiss so deep it felt briefly like she was eating him. Her tongue found its way inside his mouth and throat, lapping at some of her own cum left there, but most of all, she sucked. It was a sloppy slurping sound, schlorping in his ears, drowning out all else while she pulled at something deep within him, something he never knew he had for certain. She made that energy tangible as she drew it out, sucking his soul from his glowing throat, gulping it down with heaving swallows that came accompanied by moans and trembling laughter, even with her mouth busy like that. He felt a sensation of complete emptiness, of weightlessness, like he might just float away if she let him go. Or perhaps collapse in on himself, left boneless by her demonic feast, everything he used to be vanishing into her open throat. She filled her belly with his eternal self, ensuring he would never escape, never serve anyone but her, and she was grinning all the while, her fangs pressed up against his lips, her tongue snaking in between them. He felt compelled to return her smile.

His flesh was changing too, reshaping to Shirazi's whims, if not her image. He wasn't becoming a hyena. His jackal self remained, even as he drenched himself in all that cum milked out of him by that ruthless double-sided fuck. Instead, that dyeing darkness spread across his body as he slumped down between the both of them, staining him further, getting into every crevice, every inch of fur until it had completely covered him. Aside from that cute little mark of a heart on his ass, inverted to a stark white to contrast the coating of glossy black fur that now covered him. If he was even 'he' anymore. Said could already feel the changes coming over him, the reshaping of his body, accentuating his broad hips even further, narrowing his shoulders, giving him a nice set of juicy thighs to nearly match Shirazi's own. When only a trace of his purity remained, she passed off her newly-corrupted plaything to her most prized of new pets, letting Oro follow in her mistress' example, locking into that same kiss and drinking the last drop of of Saia's soul with a deep, excessive schlurrrrrrrp.

When Oro finished with that little sample, her cock sprang up firmly. She rubbed her hands down herself and Saia alike, giving a long, rumbling moan at even the slightest taste of that forbidden treat, only to finally let the jackal go. As Saia slumped down, exhausted and satisfied, drenched in jackal cum and dripping with the overflow running from beneath his tail and from his open jaws, he could feel some extra softness squishing beneath his body. A fine pair of juicy tits went so well with his newly sleek and shiny body, with those new curves, all that new girliness. Even his voice had changed, whimpering out with a new, feminine tone to truly let him know that he was 'she' now. Shirazi's girl, the demon's lovely lady-servant, transformed to suit the hellspawn's tastes. Or her current desire anyway. She'd let Saia keep her cock at least, but it was stained black like the rest of her, growing, thickening, and not just with pleasure and desire. It was thicker than ever before, longer too, swelling out to a size that seemed perfect for satisfying the many needs of a greedy demon. Of course, she should have known better than to dream so big. She was still Shirazi's bitch. And the hyena wasn't done with her yet.

"Such a pretty jackaless you are," she snarled out as she snatched Saia by the scruff, hefting her up again, but just to her knees this time. "You look like a goddess. A goddess of getting fucked."

Oro and the other servants screeched with evil laughter at the little tease. Saia could do little more than kneel there before her new owner, her express dazed, her eyes all out of focus, the contrasting pink of her tongue hanging from her blackened lips. Her body swayed back and forth, new tits wobbling plentifully as she drooled on them, adding some extra sleekness to a body that was already shining bright in the hellish glow, reflecting the red of unseen fires as she prepared for the trials to come. For the moment, Shirazi seemed content to tease her, running her fingers through her darkened hair, tracing a claw along her cheek, before making her way down her neck and to one of those plush new breasts. Even the slightest touch was enough to sent a jolt of pure pleasure through Saia's entire body, as if the prodding of a single digit was sending her into a whole new climax. Her cock was rigid, fattened by corruption, her balls taut and heavy with the pressure building up as Shirazi toyed with her. Her reaction made the demon snicker.

"Gooooood. Such a sensitive creature you are. Doesn't it feel good to bear a busty bosom for your kind and generous mistress? Let me show you what good care of you I'll take ... "

Saia tried to stammer something, but the hyena was upon her. She could let herself be knocked flat to the floor once more, spreading out upon the carpet. The demon sat herself upon the jackal's belly, plapping her cock directly between those two oversensitive tits. That alone was enough to send Saia writhing, squirming, kicking her legs beneath Shirazi as she cried out in her newly feminized voice. It was too much. Too good. Those plump mounds seemed like they had direct connections to every last one of her pleasure centres. A slap of demon dick was one thing. Even better was feeling Shirazi digging her fingers deep into that new, transformed bosom, clutching, kneading, massaging them so deeply she squished them down nearly flat. Shirazi's face gleamed with lusty greed as she tormented Saia with unrestrained ecstasy, bringing her near to climax without so much as touching her newly thickened cock. And it was even better once the hyena demon started fucking her new breasts, shoving her shaft snugly into that silky black cleavage while she squeezed those tender tits between her fingers.

"Nnnnnh ..." was Saia's initial response, not exactly words.

"What was that?" Shirazi asked. Her voice was disturbingly calm, even as she thrust her dick back and forth between a plump pair of jackal breasts.

"Mmmmmisss ..."

"Almost there." The demon licked her lips, dribbling a light splash of drool down on Saia's face. "Go on. Say it. Release it from the prison of your throat."

Saia swallowed a breath, braced herself, and projected the word with a firm, confident tone, for as long as she could manage. "Mistressssssss! Yessss ..."

After that, she fell back to uncontrollable whimpering and shout-like moans as the demon fucked her tits. It was a sloppy process, smearing precum all over that shiny fur, making it gleam all the brighter in the fire as she made use of her new servant. It wasn't clear who was enjoying it more. Shirazi came in with her usual rapid cackles, sounding almost percussive with how quickly she snickered her dominant delight. But Saia screamed as if in orgasm, just from having her new owner's dick between her breasts, rubbing, rutting, thumping up beneath her chin until she could lick the tip of that leaking shaft, slathering her senses in the flavour she'd come to adore. Tighter and tighter was Shirazi's grip, unrelenting for a moment, and in time it was enough to milk the busty jackal, squeezing a creamy something from her hardened teats to leak down along her sides, adding to the mess she made of her corrupted toy. Her cock pumped harder, thicker the longer she made use of the moaning canine, thrusting towards her face, plapping against her outstretched tongue. Saia kept her mouth open and her eyes closed, revelling in the pleasure, wanting nothing more than for her mistress to cum all over her, to truly, richly claim her and ensure she carried that demonically enticing scent for all eternity. She soon got her wish.

Saia could hear that juicy load pumping from the hyena's cock, bulging to the tip of Shirazi's shaft before splurshing forth like a fiery eruption, hitting the perma-stained jackal to add to the layers coating her fur. That demon cum hit her open mouth, shooting straight down her throat, letting her chug as much down as she could. The rest splashed over her face, dousing her in that claiming scent. She wore a mask of Shirazi's spunk in seconds, feeling it slosh over her features, coating them, clinging to them, soaking into her fur, her hair. It rolled down to her breasts and then hit them with a good splat when the hyena aimed her dick right at that juicy new pair. That alone felt so good, letting her mistress cum all over her tits like that. So much seed, so much heat, and all of it deeply marking her as the demon squished and massaged those jackal boobs nice and hard, rubbing all that cream into Saia's fur. She felt so tender, so sensitive, every touch worth a scream, until she couldn't help but buck her hips beneath her mistress. The sodden jackal dripped with a fresh layer of cum, drooling it from her open mouth as she shrieked and cried towards the distant ceiling, if there even was one in that dark place, looking like she were fucking the hell out of an invisible someone while Shirazi sat firmly on her middle, not bothering to get up yet. She didn't even need to touch herself to blow a load, getting off on the pleasure of getting her tits squeezed alone.

Shirazi cackled darkly as she got a few heavy ropes of jackal seed lain across her back, soaking into that floof, decorating her stark stripes. She wiggled, she bounced a little, she stroked her own shaft right in Saia's face, letting the transformed canine revel in hyena musk as she wriggled in erratic euphoria, gasping and shuddering. She came ever so close to breaking into hysterics right there. The pleasure broke her mind in all the best of ways, leaving her drooling through her teeth as she grinned up towards her beaming mistress as her climax came to a soothing close. One long sigh had steam rise from her nostrils, her overheated body feeling warm and cozy rather than burdened by the hellish heat. Shirazi was so soft, so snuggly in her own way, and their blazing surroundings no longer felt oppressive to Saia. They were safe and warm in hell together, or wherever they really were, and she had a fearsome, cackling madwoman to keep and protect her. So of course she took the hyena's hand when she offered it, allowing herself to be picked up and guided to that throne of skulls and bones. She didn't even have to be told to kneel before her, basking in all her infernal glory, breathing smoothly as hyena cum rained down from her darkened pelt.

She was stained, marked, and claimed by something so much more powerful than her, reshaped for Shirazi's pleasure. And all she could feel was utter adoration for that dark, terrifying creature as she sat upon her grisly throne, leaving her pet to hug her around the leg, clinging to her in loving servitude. Oro was there too soon, taking charge of the other leg, fondling and rubbing along a striped thigh as Shirazi loomed over the both of them. She reached down to stroke through Saia and Oro's hair at once, pulling at those long strands, letting them fall again.

"Good girls. Of all the souls I've taken from your little village, yours are my favourites." She gave a little teehee, putting a hand over her mouth. "Just thiiiink of all the fun we're going to have together. There are so many pleasures I have to show you. So many tastes for you to taste. And when I have my next harvest, I will share my feast with you, my loyal pets. All you need to do is obey, and serrrrrve ... "

She drew that last word out with a throaty growl, flashing her permanent snarl-smile. Saia didn't flinch to see it anymore. She held on tight and pressed her body close to her new mistress, knowing she'd do whatever the demon told her. Maybe a mortal version of herself might have known that utter devotion to someone so wicked and impulsive was a dangerous idea. But that mortal jackal ranger who patrolled the borders and watched for dangers was gone forever. She was something new. Something different. And most of all, something better.