Wretched Beast
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Wretched Beast
By William W. Kelso
Mark drew the pentagram very carefully, the man who'd sold him the spell and black candles had stressed that part of it, told him if he didn't the demoness might be able to get out of the protective circle and/or drag him inside. He said if that happened there was no escape. None. He sure as Hell didn't want that to happen!
He'd been getting into some really weird shit lately, but this demonology stuff was really wild. He'd tried Goth and BDSM stuff, but after awhile it just got routine and almost boring, except for the great sex. He loved to tie up some chick and 'rape' her, or have himself tied up and 'raped'. But even that got old. But if this summoning demons stuff was for real, well, the possibilities were endless. He'd met a guy who claimed to be over a hundred years old, and he was certainly serious about it, and was either on the level or totally whacked. He told Mark he got brownie points with the demoness who was his Mistress and patroness if he put other mortals in contact with him, kind of like a sort of referral fee. Well, what the Hell, it wouldn't hurt to give it a try. I mean, you got to have some really kinky sounding sex, and got great stuff in return like a hundred years of youth, and different kinds of 'powers'. Course you had to sell your soul, but it's not like you used it for anything.
Mark finished painting the pentagram on the polished hardwood floor of his parents cabins living room and den. The fact he was probably ruining the floor was of no concern to him, his asshole parents were rich, seldom around; fine with him, and he'd done worse. Like with many spoiled self-centered brats Mark had no real idea of personal responsibility or the consequences of his actions, it was all about 'me-now!" His parents had pretty much given up on him, and cut him loose with a generous monthly allowance several year ago. Don't call us, we'll call you when you fuck up really bad and yell at you for awhile. Drop dead Mom and Dad. So he finished ruining the floor, set out the candles, took his clothes of, and got ready to perform the summoning ritual. He turned out all the lights, and as a thunderstorm was moving through the night it was perfect!
He read the spell, chanted the finial invocation, the candles flared up, there was a cloud of red smoke, and when it cleared there was a THING in the pentagram! Holy shit, it fucking worked!
Vincetta had heard the call of the summoning just as she was stepping into a hot sulfur bath after then end of a really hard day. She gave a hiss of annoyance, but she had to answer, she had no choice. Still, she hadn't been summoned in awhile, and this was a stranger; she didn't recognize the 'signature' of his spell, so it might turn out well. She left the bathing grotto and proceeded to the nearest pentagram chamber. Since she was the one being summoned the pentagram had already activated, so she stepped inside the circle, wrapped her wings around herself, and 'accepted' the call. She felt the usual moment of extreme disorientation, but quickly recovered. She folded her wings, and hissed,
"I am Vincetta, who has summoned me?"
Mark stammered a reply, "Uh, My name is Mark, Anton told me you could, er, give me certain powers, and a hundred years of youth?"
Vincetta looked the young man over carefully, hmm, not bad. A little on the skinny side, but nice boner. He looked like the kind of pretty boys Anton liked. Her relationship with the Frenchman had been profitable.
"Yessss, she hissed, depending on what you want I can provide certain things in return for certain...things. What is it you desire of me mortal?"
Mark had thought about it, and he definitely wanted the hundred years of youth and health, he was pushing thirty and he didn't want to be 'old'. He knew that kind of deal required his soul as payment, which was fine by him, he wasn't using it for anything anyway. But the other thing he wanted had taken some thinking. He wanted to be a werewolf, but not just a werewolf, but a were-anything he wanted. He wanted to be able to take on any part human-part animal form. When he had sex the rougher it was the more he enjoyed it, and he had major rape fantasies, but was too much of a coward to try it out for real, figured he'd get caught. But as a 'monster', well, who'd believe the bitches, if they survived that was. What would they tell the cops? A werewolf or wererat raped them?? It would be so cool! He'd get all the pussy he wanted, the way he wanted, for a hundred years!
"OK demon, Mark said, I want that hundred year's thing, and I want to be able to take on any were-form I want. Wolf, rat, cat, anything."
Vincetta blinked, and said, "Very well, I can grant those requests. In payment for a hundred years of youth and health I require your soul, for the other you must enter the pentagram and service me sexually, and when we consummate our bargain I will grant your second wish. You will be able to become any human/animal hybrid beast of any kind. And by the way, it's demoness, I'm female."
Mark looked at the creature, his cock rock hard and aching, his shaft and balls wet from his pre. Man, she was one weird looking chick, but she was definitely female, those nice titties gave that away. She looked like a cross between a human, a reptile, and a fox or something. With bat wings and ears thrown in, as well as two backward curving black horns. Her head was fox like, as was her red and white fur markings, and her legs had paws. But her torso and arms looked pretty human, right down to her full firm breasts. Her tail was lizard like though, with fur and scales. Her eyes looked like a lizards too, they were emotionless and glowed a little even when they weren't reflecting the light. He'd never wanted to fuck somebody so bad.
"Oh sorry, demoness, demons are boys, I get it. OK, Mark said, what do we do now? My friend said you had to promise not to mess me up or anything."
"Yes, he was correct, Vincetta replied. I swear in the name of my Master and Great Lord Amon that I will not in any way harm you physically, mentally, or spiritually while you are within the pentagram performing your part of the bargain, and once the bargain is consummated you may leave at any time. If I break this oath may his judgment be swift and merciless. It is done, about this I cannot lie. You may safely enter the pentagram now if you will wish to make this bargain."
Well, thought Mark, so far everything was happening just like Anton had said it would, so what the heck? So he entered the pentagram, feeling a slight tingling as he crossed the protective border. He had to admit he was a little scared and nervous, but the sight of her to-die-for tits helped calm him down, his cock throbbing. Ignore the wings and she was really 'hot'.
Vincetta smiled, sometimes it was just too easy. Anton always picked the best for her, she would have to reconsider collecting his soul in a few years, maybe give him an option for an 'extension'. She approached the obviously extremely aroused mortal, and felt herself responding to the scent of him male pheromones. Oh, how she loved to couple with a mortal, to feel the power his cum would give her as it spilled into her womb. His cum would power the very spell she cast to give him the 'power' he desired. The one hundred years was already done, his soul was hers, but not until his time was up. She ran her hands over his chest, being careful of her sharp claws, and he reached up and cupped her breasts and she hissed in anticipation of what was coming.
Man, her eyes are weird, but beautiful, he thought as he fondled her boobs, and she had great nipples! They must be size of his thumbs, he thought as they got hard under his caresses. When she 'kissed' him his eyes widened as her tongue, it was forked, slid into his mouth. But he didn't even gag as it slid down his throat, and still staring into her eyes he kissed her back as hard as he could, and could tell she was pleased. He gave a shudder as something warm and soft suddenly began fondling his cock and balls, but what was it?? Her hands were rubbing and caressing his back and chest!!
Vincetta hissed in satisfaction as the man stopped resisting her 'kiss' after just a few seconds and returned it. This was going to be a good fuck, she could tell. Even if he had resisted she would still have him, he had no choice but to give her his seed; one way of the other, once he'd entered the pentagram. A deal was a deal. But it was so much more enjoyable when they were enthusiastic about it. She ran her tail up between his legs and gently caressed and squeezed his balls and cock, giving a hiss of pleasure. His hot maleness felt wonderful against the tip of her incredibly sensitive tail. She felt it grow wet from his pre, which tingled as it soaked in. She shuddered, ohhh, that felt so good!
Mark was disappointed when the demoness finally broke the kiss, her tongue pulling out of his mouth and throat, and he licked it as it left his mouth. She rubbed her muzzle against his nose a few times, and the slowing dropped into a cruch, running her hands down his chest, and when he looked down he saw it had been her tail that had been fondling his genitals, and he moaned as she took the tip; dripping with his pre, into her mouth and sucked on it. Then she took his balls in one hand and began to fondle and squeeze them gently, and opening her mouth warpped her longue tongue around his shaft and slowly swallowed him with eager wet slurps. Oh, Holy shiiiitttt!!
As Vincetta licked his pre off the tip of her tail she felt her own sex growing even wetter as it quivered in need, but first she wanted to taste him some more, and gently she swallowed his cock, the sweet taste of more of his pre flooding her mouth, and she felt her sex spasm as her juices began to flow. She couldn't wait much longer, but he had plenty of pre, so sweet and delicious. She sucked eagerly, her tongue slithering out to curl around his balls and pull them into her mouth as well. Mmmm, nice!
Mark felt his legs growing weak as the demoness sucked his cock, and then gasped as he felt his balls pulled into her mouth to rest against the soft slick wet lining as her fangs gently brushed his scrotum, and for some reason thought, 'God, I hope she doesn't hiccup!' It was the first time he'd had his cock AND balls inside a woman's; well a females, mouth before at the same time, and it felt fucking incredible. He grabbed her horns and pushed against the warm soft muzzle, thrusting instinctively. Ohh, it felt so good!
Finally, unable to hold back anymore, Vincetta let his cock and balls slide from her mouth, his length slick with her saliva and his pre. She needed him, and needed him NOW! She pulled away with a short hissing yelp, and turning around dropped to all fours and lifted her tail, presenting herself to him, it was time!
"Now moral, I need you NOW!" She grunted.
Mark gasped as his cock and balls slid from her mouth, he was so close!! She pulled away and turned her back to him, and crouching and bending over lifted up her tail and he saw her slick mound with its covering of fine downy fur, now slicked down by the fluids dripping from her slit, her labial lips swollen and protruding, and he moaned as he felt a fresh wave of intense lust wash over him. He'd never seen a pussy exactly like hers before, it was larger for one thing, and had TWO clitoris's one at the top and one at the bottom. As he watched the lips pursed, and fresh fluids leaked from them. He was so close to coming, and knew if he mounted her he'd probably explode after just a few thrusts, but he didn't want that. So to give his cock some time to 'settle down', he knelt down behind her, and leaning over he gently licked her pussy, and she gave high pitched squeal of pleasure, so he figured he was doing the right thing. This, he thought, is one prime piece of pussy! He ran his tongue over her soft folds to one of her large clits, and gently nibbled on it with his teeth, and he gave a loud yelping bark and gyrated her hips, and squealed again as his lips traced her nether lips to her other clit, and nibbled on it as well, her sweet/tangy fluids filling his mouth.
Vincetta squeezed her eyes tightly shut and yelped again as he kept licking her pussy and biting her clits, oh, that felt absolutely fantastic! She was so aroused now she could hardly stand it! This was really nice, mortals usually didn't do this! If his tongue had been longer she could have almost sworn he was a demon. And speaking of his tongue, she squealed as she felt it push between lips and enter her vagina.
"UGGGHHHH", Vincetta moaned, she couldn't take anymore, she was going to cum, but didn't' want that to happen until his cock was inside of her! At least for the first time! It was necessary for the spell. "NOW, MOUNT ME NOW!!" She hissed loudly.
Mark couldn't wait any longer either, he was so hard it hurt, the taste of her sexual juices; being an aphrodisiac to mortals, had only added to his rampant, now feral, lust, and with a grunting yell he straightened up, his lips wet from her juices, and mounted her, his cock sliding easily into her gaping pussy and hilted almost instantly, and started fucking her as hard and brutally as he could, both of the grunting and gasping from the sheer intensity of their mutual ecstasy.
Vincetta lowered her head and gasped as she fucked her, he was taking her hard and fast, just like she liked. Yes, this was turning out to be one excellent fuck. And she was close, already so close, and when she felt his hot cum pour into her she shrieked and gave a howl of pure sexual euphoria as she felt the power flow into her along with his seed, each spurt increasing it. And he spurted for a good long time as her vaginal muscles stroked, pressed, and sucked his cock.
Mark couldn't have held back anymore if his life depended on it, he'd never been so hard, so needy, and so desperate to cum before. He was surprised it was taking so long, each thrust more and more pleasurable, the ecstasy growing almost unbearable. And as his orgasm exploded in his loins and spread throughout his body he screamed in agonizing release, as he balls strained and rose, he cock pulsing and throbbing as his cum blasted down its length and into her eager pussy.
"IT IS DONE!! Vincetta screeched, NOW MORTAL, tell which forms you wish to be able to take! I must cast the spell NOW!"
Shit, thought Mark, gasping and shuddering as his cock kept pumping, hed never cum for so long before. "Uh, um", damn it think! What had the biggest cock and balls he could thing of? "A minotaur!!" he finally grunted.
"DONE! And what else!" Vincetta gasped as the spell took form, it must be done while they were still joined, their fluids mixing
Oh fuck, thought Mark, "Ugggggh, anything!"
"DONE!!!" Vincetta shrieked, and then gave one last long moan of sheer ecstasy as her orgasm finally came to an end, pleasant after waves slowly fading.
Mark gasped in pleasure as he felt an intense tingling warmth flow into his loins from the velvety smooth lips embracing his still rock hard cock, and with a grunt began to thrust again as his lust returned tenfold. Ohhh, God! He thrust harder and harder as he felt himself getting another erection, there was no doubt about it, his rock hard clock was getting bigger, lengthening and thickening. With a grunt he shifted his stance from his knees to the balls of his feet as he kept fucking her, his grunts and moans of pleasure getting deeper and more guttural.
Vincetta gasped in pleasure as the mortal started fucking her again, her gasps become louder as his lovely hardness swelled inside of her, pushing depper and deeper until his cock penetrated her cervix and she yelped in ecstasy. She could feel his whole body swelling as the transformation took place, his thrusts become even more powerful and hard, it felt absolutely fantastic. Finally, just when it was getting almost painful as he pussy stretched and stretched, he orgasmed with a loud bellow and his cock popped free of her pussy spraying thick ropes of cum all over her rump.
Mark moaned and grunted as he fucked her harder and faster, oh God, he needed to cum so badly!! Every thrust was becoming more and more pleasurable, but there was almost a painful intenstity to them as well. He felt weird too, and looking down watched as black hairlike fur spread over his arms, and thought, it's working, it really is, I'm changing!! But I need to cum, it hurts, it hurts so good!! Finally he felt himself explode, and as he did felt sudden surge of growth in his genitals, and as he did his cock slid out of the demoness's now incredibly tight pussy, spraying cum all over the place as he staggered and bellow in agonizing ecstasy. Then with a final spurt the huge almost prehensile cock slid into a penis sheath high up in almost the center of his belly as he stared at himself in amazement. I'm a bull, he thought, at least partially!
Vincetta stood up and stretched, oh yes, that had been very nice indeed! She felt cum dripping down her thighs and tail, and thought, he must have pumped a pint, into, and on me! It was like a damn hose! She turned and looked at the hulking beast standing behind her staring at itself in growing amazement. His eyes were still human, except in size, and stared at her from over his bovine muzzle, his large ears swiveling around as his huge wet tongue licked his rubbery nose. She liked the long sharp horns. He torso was that of a well muscled human, but from the waist down he was pretty much bovine , his digitigrades legs ending in large massive hooves, baseball sized balls hanging low and heavy, and she could see his tail swishing behind him. His now completely inhuman cock had disappeared into his penis sheath. She thought he was a very handsome Minotaur indeed. It's too bad his cock was too big for her now.
"Well what do you think mortal, is this what you wanted?" She asked with a big smile, an evil smile.
Mark looked at his seriously ripped muscles and huge body, and he could FEEL his balls throbbing with an intense need, could feel his eager cock inside of him. Oh yeah, this was great! He'd split them bitches in half!
"Urrrkk, mwooo, he grunted, ahhhh, uhh, yetthhh, itzzz funtusticc, mwooo!"
"Good, Vincetta said, I'm glad you are satisfied. Our bargain has been consummated, our deal is done! You may leave the pentagram anytime you so desire."
With a grunt Mark left the pentagram, his hooves drumming on the wood floor. He turned to face the demoness, and asked,
"Uhhkaay, mwoooo, how du ahh chanze bock?"
"What do you mean?" Vincetta asked, her smile growing wider. This was always so much fun!
Mark concentrated, damn it was hard to talk, and said very slowly, "Now du ah, mwooo, chanze bock tu huuuman?? Mwaaaoooo?"
"Oh, Vincetta said, well, you didn't say anything about that I'm afraid, just that you wanted to be able to change into different beasts, any kind of different ones."
Mark licked his nose nervously, "But ahhh wunt tuh be humaaan agin tooo, mooo!"
"Sorry, Vincetta said, you didn't specify that, deal is done, no renegotiating allowed. That's the rules."
Mark stared down at himself again in growing panic, he dind't want to be like this all the time!! For some wild sex, yeah, but not permanently!! Damn it, the bitch had tricked him!!"
"Nuuuuu, mwooo, Mark grunted, ah din meeenn all time, ah wunt be, mooo, be a-able tu change utter forms tooo!! Moooo!!!"
"Oh, you will, Vincetta hissed, once a month the night of the full moon you'll turn into another wereform, a different beast each time. You'll just never be human again. And since I own your soul already, you can't make a deal with another demoness, it's permanent. I hope you enjoy being a beast for a hundred years, or I guess I should say, beasts. Hiss, hiss, hisss!"
"Nuuuuhhhh!" Mark bellowed, then he roared as the first hint of the rising sun showed in the windows, and the with a faint pop the pentagram closed, the smiling demoness waving 'goodbye' to the great beast.
That went very nicely; and what nice fuck, Vincetta thought as she left the pentagram and headed for the bathing grotto, she seldom got a soul quite so easily. She'd definitely have to give Anton an extension; he was so good a picking out the best candidates for her.
Mark raged and bellowed in bovine fury as the destroyed furniture and basically tore the place apart. Noooo, he din't want to be like this, not all the time! It wasn't fair, she'd tricked him!! "Nuuuuuu, mwoooooo!!!" he bellowed. After he finally calmed down he sat down in a chair, which promptly collapsed under his great weight, so he just sat in the remains, at least the cushions were soft, and contemplated his dilemma. He reached down and cradled his huge balls in his hands, and could feel the heat coming off of them. God he was horny! He set them back down gently and lurched to his feet, no, he had hooves now. Bawling he went to the phone and tried to call Anton's number, but his fingers were so thick he kept pushing multiple buttons at the same time, and finally with a bellow of rage he threw the now demolished phone across the room. Boy, really have a temper now, he thought. He sat back down after awhile and just stared at the wall in growing horror as he realized just how much he'd fucked himself over. Mom and Dad couldn't help him this time. He could feel tears running down his, his...muzzle.
One thing he grew more and more aware of was his growing lust, and as intense as it was he couldn't believe he didn't have a boner. He could feel is cock, feel it throbbing inside of him, but only the tip showed from time to time even thought he stroked his sheath. He popped a black market gang rape film in the player, usually he really got off on it as the screaming woman was fucked by three guys at the same time, but this time, nothing. It began to occur to him that he had on interest in human females anymore, none at all. He thought of the hindquarters of a cow, and felt a swelling in his sheath, the tip of his strangely shaped penis poking out, pre welling from the tip Oh no, he thought, no WAY! He sat and stared until the sun went down, trying to ignore the still growing lust, but finally lurched to his hooves and left the cabin in search of what he needed so very badly.
He was relieved the cabin was pretty isolated, set way back in the woods at the end of the long twisting drive. Even though not really in the 'wilds' it was still pretty rustic in this area, mainly richer folks weekend 'cabins', and, as he knew, a few real farms, including a dairy form. He could smell it as he left the cool interior of the house and walked into the warm night air. He knew what he needed, the human part of him dismayed, the bovine part aroused. He could smell the cows, and allowed his nose to lead the way as he moved through the woods and underbrush. It was dark, but as he came to a fence the full moon was more than bright enough to reveal the dark shapes scattered around the pasture, their white markings standing out against the black. With an eager grunt he easily hopped over the fence and approached the objects of his intense unnatural lust, unable to resist his horrible need.
The cows were not in heat, but that didn't matter to him, and they also didn't seem to mind his 'attentions' at all as he mounted them, one after another, his lust insatiable. It was a bestial animal lust, as were the brief intense couplings. He bellowed in pain and pleasure as he mated with each cow, rearing up and mounting them, thrusting a few times with desperate powerful lunges, his cock throbbing and slithering into them almost like a snake as he pumped his unlimited supply of cum into them, his cock still spurting as it slid out, the brief couplings intense beyond anything he'd ever felt or imagined before. He lost track of how many cows he serviced, but as the sun started to come up he fled back to the cabin, his lust still unsatisfied, but not wanting to be seen like this, a monster, beast.
The next night he returned, unable to resist that horrible lust. And it was not what he had thought it would be as he coupled with animals, and an animal. He was revolted and disgusted, but couldn't stop, couldn't deny the beasts its needs. And it became a routine, at night he visited the herd, during the day he remained in the cabin to hide his shame and horror, his lust growing throughout the day until it was unbearable. And at first he wasn't sure, but by the second week it was obvious, he was still slowly changing, all the way into an animal. He knew it was the bestial animal sex, but as he changed the lust just became even more intense. By the second week he could no longer make any semblance of a human sound, and his fingers had grown together into three blunt digits with thick black nails, and his torso was thickening as it slowly lost its human appearance, and his balls were growing, in both size and need to be drained as often as possible. He felt over onto all four for good starting on the fourth week, and no longer returned to the cabin, instead hiding in woods until the night offered cover so he could resume trying to slack his aching lust. By the end of the fourth week nothing human remained, only a rutting bul. Except for one thing, his horrified human mind. He had been living as a bovine for almost a month now, eating grass, servicing the cows, and was this the way he would spend the rest of his life?? An animal in body, a human in mind?
On the first night of the new moon he felt the same strange warm tingling flow over his body again, and bellowing fell over on to his side, the cows running in fear. He kicked his legs and grunted and bellowed as he transformed again, and slowly his color changed from dark brown to black, he skin roughening as hide became scales, his hooves splitting into multi-jointed digits ending in sharp claws, his horns pulling into his head an disappearing as spines burst from his neck and back, his tail thickening and lengthening. Finally, after over an hour of pain and discomfort, it ended. The huge lizard stood up and looked at itself, hissing in dismay. He looked at his tough scaly hide, the long tail, and turning his head easily could see the spines running along his spine. I'm some kind of Iguana now, he realized. He looked at his crotch, the skin slick with no sign of a sex except for a fold of skin. But he knew he was still male. With another hiss he made his way back to the cabin, and curled up in a spot of warm sunlight and went to sleep. He never even saw his new genitals; there were no females available to help arouse him. The lust was there, horrible and aching, but there was no way to try and satiate it. At least he remained more human this time as the month grew to a close and the horrible warmth swept through him again on the night of the next full moon.
And so it went for several months. Bull, lizard, bird, kangaroo, cougar, and then the worst. He refused to believe at first what was happening as he changed yet again. He writhed and yowled, his snarls and growls fading into wet gurgling and mewling, and finally he lifted his eyestalks and looked in horror at the giant slug he had become, a slug with two human like arms, but little else to tell it from a common Leopard Slug, that and the human eyes bobbing on the ends of the eyestalks. He slobbered constantly, the wet gaping maw of his mouth with the writhing trunk like tongue drooling mucus nonstop as he slithered across the ground leaving a wide slime trail. He ate what he could find, the food at the cabin long gone. He raided trash cans, ate fungus and mushrooms he found in the woods, ate anything to try and satisfy his hunger. For a month he slithered on his belly, and being unable to couple with the normal sized slugs he remained at least partially human, his arms become tentacles eventually, and then the next full moon came.
The slug had been the last that he could stand, so the giant ratman it the candles, and in a squeaky, but understandable voice, summoned the demoness again. And the spell worked, their was the puff of smoke, and the fox-lizard demoness appeared.
"What do you want, beast?" Vincetta asked, annoyed at having been summoned by something no longer truly mortal, or even human.
"Please, Mark squeaked, please make it stop. I can't stand it anymore, please."
"Our business was finished beast, Vincetta hissed, accept in one hundred years, less a few months, when I will come for your soul. You waist my time."
Mark crouched in a bow, as low as he could, and with tears running down his bestial muzzle, begged "Please, I can't live like this, becoming something different each month. Eeeeek, I can't even find mates most of the time! It's unbearable. Please, I'll do anything! Squueeaaakk. Please help me."
Vincetta looked at the distraught rat creature, and even her kind could feel a little sympathy, especially the part about not being able to mate, how horrible.
"You have done this to yourself beast, Vincetta said, I merely gave you that which you desired, exactly what you asked for. As you no longer have anything to offer me, or any other demonkind, you will remain thus, taking on a new form every month, what form unknown to you until you assume it. But I can offer one thing, a way to at least satisfy your lusts in your bestial forms. Come with me back to Hell, give me your body and your soul now. In Hell you will be able to find 'mates' no matter what form you take."
Mark hung his head, he had expected something like this. He looked at his furry body, his strange dark red cock sticking out of its sheath, aching for relief. He had NO interest in human females, none, and where would he find a female rat his size? With a resigned squeal of fear he stepped into the pentagram. Anything was better than this, how could Hell be any worse?
The rat beast squealed as Vincetta burned her brand into its furry flank, but was otherwise docile. It seemed to actually be glad to become her slave. She had to admit it would be interesting to have a slave who would take on an entirely new form one a month for eternity. And if those forms were not compatible with her, well, she knew plenty of other demonkind who came in every shape, size, and form imaginable, plus Hell had a large selection of very unusual wildlife. But, she thought, as she bent over and licked the brand to end the beasts pain, this form WAS compatible with her, and he was very nicely endowed, for a rat. She switched her tongue from the brand to his rampant cock, and he gave a high pitched squeak of gratitude and lust.
As Mark mounted the demoness with a deep squeal of lust and started servicing her, oh, it had been so long, and felt so good, he thought, maybe it won't be so bad after all. At least his Mistress and owner was a beautiful female beast as well, and with a happy squeak he started thrusting even faster. He was so intent and lost in his lust and need he never even noticed when the sun came up.
The End
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