She Feasts

Story by Mahiri Morahan on SoFurry

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#215 of Commissions

Commission for Sarkethus!It's too late. You've opened this story. She sees you. Nothing can stop her now.

A mega-deluxe demon story featuring Shirazi at her most indulgent! When two foolish mortals conduct a lewd summoning ritual to bring forth the wicked hyena, she takes them on a journey into depravity that involves fucking, feasting, and growing thick with the souls they bring her as sacrifices.

Features: musk, sweat, worship, corruption, elements of NC/dubious consent, transformation, vore including oral, anal, and cock vore, as well as soul vore, and sooooo much more

Includes an optional extended ending where things don't go so well for the summoners!


"I still can't help feeling like this is a bad idea."

Calastia held a candle in one hand as she knelt outside the summoning circle. The big, chubby komodo was always up for some all kinds of roleplay and other nerdy pursuits, but this was starting to feel a little too in-character, so to speak. Everything was dark in Frankie's home but for those flickering flames, and the purple shark was already deep into the Latin, chant-whispering those forbidden phrases. Cal didn't speak the language, but she was pretty sure she heard a couple ordinary words slipped in there. Particularly of the lewd variety. Maybe she was just imagining things. Either way, she idly twitched her fat tail while she sat waiting for something to happen. When she was done reading the summoning phrases, Frankie finally offered her reassurance.

"Oh, don't worry about it. This one's not even one of the dangerous ones. It says right here. As long as we don't break the circle, she's harmless."

She held up the book of demonology she'd been intently studying over the past few days. Her online connections assured her it was the real thing, inked centuries ago by experts in all things dark and hellish. There was power in those pages. Some of them were even rumoured to be alive, in a sense. Cal couldn't help but feel that she was being watched by those ancient illustrations. This page had nothing more than a terrible smile depicting its subject, a set of interlocked teeth even more imposing than the shark's own. She was naturally nervous, maybe, but that didn't explain the cold feeling that ran down her spine every time she looked over those forbidden words. She swore, she swore she saw them move once, rearranging themselves in the corner of her eye when Frankie wasn't looking.

"Still, I just ... "

"Got the jizz ready?" Frankie offered her most sharkish of grins.

" ... yeah."

"Pour it!"

It was an impressive goblet of shark cum, milked out with Cal's assistance just before the ritual. The komodo raised it high and slowly overturned it as Frankie chanted the summoning phrase.

"Shirazi ... come forth. Shirazi ... come forth. We desire you."

The living room was filled with unbearable silence. The air hardly seemed to move. There was no sound of traffic or chatter outside. As far as Cal knew, they were frozen in time, that moment their new eternity until they broke from that ritual or something happened. Still-warm shark spunk spread across that pentagram, forming an impressive puddle. The candles flickered. The warmth in the room banished that late-winter chill. A creeping feeling danced over the komodo's every single scale. She thought to shriek as primal fear filled her chest, but she couldn't make a sound. In the distance, she thought she heard a scream, the faintest sound, muffled by the walls. A window rattled but she couldn't turn to look. The room was getting darker as the many candles were snuffed out one by one, leaving just the single flame in the centre of the circle, casting long shadows over the mundane furnishings. From the fire there emerged a smile, and this time it had eyes.

She rose up as smoke, thick and silver, taking form before them while she shuddered with demonic laughter. Calastia had met plenty of hyenas already. They were cute or they were a bit intimidating, but none of them made sounds quite like Shirazi. She was no hyena. She was a smiling, wicked thing in striped fur, beaming towards the two of them once she stood before them in the flesh, her feet firmly planted in that cum-soaked circle. Red eyes scanned from shark to lizard, back and forth, casting her glimmering grin towards them. Her fangs were far too long, far too sharp, her lips seemingly drawn back in a constant snarl while she regarded them while convulsing with cackles that felt as if they pierced Cal's very skull.

"Ohhh. I like what I see." The demon's voice was deep and sultry. "Looking for a deal, are we?"

Cal found herself stammering as she looked upon the figure before her. Part of her wondered if this was all part of Frankie's special effects, with all those cameras and other equipment she used for her streams. But there really was no question. That creature before them was entirely unnatural, standing in that ring of flame but remaining entirely unscorched. She met Cal's eyes and burned her with a stare that left the lizard locked in horror at what she was seeing. Voices wailed inside the komodo's mind, speaking untold blasphemies that threatened to drive her to screaming lunacy. That was just a taste of the darkness within the hyena. There was so much more.

"First, a taste of what I can do for you ... "

The hyena's grin somehow got even wider, taking over much of her face. The laughter never ceased. It bounced from wall to wall until it was legion, coming from all around Calastia. Shirazi looked down at the circle that kept her trapped, nudging her toes against the flame, jerking with the spasms of her amusement rattling through her with violent force. Then, ever so daintily, she reached a paw across the barrier. It was supposed to stop her, supposed to bind her, to keep the two of them safe, and the demon treated it as no more than an inconvenience, an obstacle to step over. As soon as she had one foot flat on the floor she rushed forward, a blur of striped silver, her strength easily overpowering even the hefty lizard and leaving her pinned by her wrists beneath the evil being.

"Haven't you ever wanted to be something MORE? You dream of devilish things and lick your lips to think of all you could become. Why not play with fire together? We can dance among the bones, leave them screaming in our wake. I can see the darkness down inside you. Bring me FLESH and I will make you laugh with me."

For all the terror, Cal couldn't help but feel some warmth between her thighs when the demon spoke. It only got hotter when Shirazi touched her, running her claws and fingers alike along those heated folds. Cal didn't remember being naked. Her clothes had simply ceased to be. The room was a void, plunged into pure darkness. She couldn't even see Frankie anymore. And when the demon touched her there, stroking along her petals, Cal felt a change come over her. There was something heavy, something powerful, something she couldn't quite explain. It pulsed, it throbbed, it ached with need, the demon's lust becoming part of her own. She felt impossible desires swell through her body, from loins to bust, touching every scale, banishing the fear, the uncertainty in favour of nothing but pure, demonic lust, or a tiny taste of it at least.

"Bring me the souls of the undeserving," she commanded them, voice booming and then, in case that wasn't clear enough, she dropped to a disconcertingly soft tone to speak her wicked words. "Feed me your favourite friends."


Cherno was pretty shy about the whole idea, he had to admit. Yet, what was he going to say when a hot shark invited him over to participate in a sexy show with her and some special guests? He'd tuned into Frankie's streams plenty of times and thoroughly enjoyed them, for certain. Thinking about actually being part of one of those extensively lewd shows was the kind of thing that made the girly buck blush hot and blue, but not enough to keep him from showing up at the shark's front door. He found himself questioning every little thing he did, even right down to the way he knocked. Would her viewers like him? Would they appreciate his choice of outfit? Something kinda feminine, but not leaning into it too heavily, still wearing pants instead of a skirt and all that. She really hadn't given him much direction other than to show up. For how organized her streams always were, it seemed a little odd.

He sucked in a deep breath when she answered the door. It wasn't like they hadn't met before or anything, but this time was special. And - oh. She was already naked. So that took care of the whole outfit thing. Her teeth of course were her signature, always flashing brightly for the camera, and they were even more impressive in person once she was standing before him, grinning and naked. Seemed like she'd already started without him. That plump uncut dick was already partly filled-out, already risen up from atop her hefty balls. He knew she was well-hung, but she looked even bigger than he expected, with that extra girth and heft to her cock and nuts. Same with her tits, really. They were nearly the size of his whole head each. Maybe it was just the camera making her set look smaller. He gave her a smile and accepted her offered hand, swiftly finding himself yanked into her house while she shut the door behind him.

It was a relief to see Frankie's unnamed friend was actually someone he already knew. Though he'd never actually seen Calastia naked before. Funny how he'd never noticed her big fat dick until then. It was on full display, the normally shy komodo displaying nothing of the sort while that fantastically fat shaft of hers twitched atop a pair of plump, speckled nuts. They had freckles just like her. That cuteness offsetted just how imposing her dick was, as the realization set in. Oh. That was for him, wasn't it? Both of them, shark and komodo cock alike. Well, maybe the motivation of an audience would help him stretch to his limits, except he didn't actually see any equipment set up and ready to go. A glance over at Frankie's computer told him it was off, a blank screen and none of the usual recording devices even present. She seemed a little ill-prepared for already being naked. And closing in on him. He'd barely stepped in the door and they were menacingly approaching from both sides, a pair of shark tits pressing against the back of his head, urging him towards Cal's chubby form.

"Ah. Aren't there usually cameras, and stuff? Don't you have to set up first?" he found himself stammering. He'd hoped he'd at least get a little time to prepare before they were all over him.

"Oh, trust me. You're being watched right this moment. Be sure to smile," Frankie teased, then took him by the shoulders to walk him along, bumping her cock against his back, humping him to direct him to another room, well away from her usual streaming spot.

"We're going to ... try something, this time around." Cal had that look about her of someone barely holding back her excitement. "We've already experimented with it a little! And it's goooood."

The whole thing left Cherno all kinds of confused, but it wasn't making him any less aroused. Unusual circumstances or not, he still had two big, horny ladies surrounding him, lusting for him. Their scents combined in the air in such an enticing way, growing richer as they got harder. Soon they were grinding on him, his face squished between a pair of shark and lizard tits all at once, immersed in Cal's scaly cleavage while Frankie pressed in from behind. They were both soon humping him, thumping those thick shafts against his back and belly, leaving his shirt all smeared with their ample precum. They kept him there, just thrusting against his girly body, overwhelming him with the force of their desire. He felt a haze coming over him as he got so hard his pants were straining against his own cock. Not two minutes in the house with them and he was already under their spell, wanting whatever they wanted. It was nothing supernatural. That was just how the subby deer got when he was around such lovely ladies.

They didn't treat his outfit gently, tugging and yanking at his clothes to strip him down to his pastel-coloured fur. First his coat, then his shirt, working it over his antlers without much care, probably causing a rip or two. It was just a t-shirt. He didn't bother to fuss, especially since he had four hands working on his belt, his pants, his button, his zipper, groping all over and finally freeing that bulge. He'd kind of hoped those icy blue panties and stockings that so perfectly complimented his fur would have been a big reveal during the stream, but it didn't matter anymore. The panties had to go, but the stockings and garters could stay. Of course, to remove one without the other, Frankie had to yank them off without pulling them down his thighs, snapping the string and then smacking him on the ass with a whip-like crack of those ruined garments. A bleat escaped him, surely the first of many to come, once they had their hands all over his bare form. A squeeze of his ass, a finger running down the length of his azure dick, a palm cupping his balls, even a shark-skinned digit ,stroking his taint, those two worked together to tease him until he was a blushing mess, trembling with his own excitement. Frankie, he expected such treatment from, but Cal's earnestness was a surprise. As was the size of her dick. It just kept growing.

God, it was hot in there. He found himself sweltering as they squished him. There was sweat glistening on Cal's tits before long, or cascading down Frankie's features. Sharks could sweat too, or at least this one could. That just meant hitting him with a warm, rising musk that kept him eager, kept him hard, willing, ready for them to take him, however they liked. Cal took her hands off him so she could squish his head between her breasts, immersing him in the sweat-streaked scales of her cleavage, letting those droplets run down over his face and coat his muzzle. Frankie wouldn't leave his ass alone, squeezing both cheeks, playing with them, stretching them apart or squishing them together, working him like a piece of meat. He could feel their precum on his bare fur this time. It was spurting out with their throbs, ever so copious, just ridiculous really. They were making such a mess of him already, smearing their scents over his hide, grinding it into his skin. Just when he thought he couldn't get any more turned on, they spoke.

"I'll be honest, Cherno. I've wanted you forever," Cal admitted, a glimpse of her shyness behind her grin as he looked up at her from between her tits. "You're so soft and girly and precious that I just wanna hold you. And fuck your pretty face."

"Good, because I've got dibs on that cute butt." Frankie clacked her teeth assertively. "Nothing like getting under one of those short little deer tails ..."

"That sounds good, I ... gosh." The heat was making it hard to think straight. "I guess I didn't expect this to happen so fast."

"Plenty of surprises in store for you, don't worry," Frankie teased, letting a chuckle escape. Maybe a bit sinister, but that was fine. She was allowed to be excited too.

It wasn't until they bent him over, clutching him by hips and antlers alike that he noticed the drawing on the floor. He was no expert, but it looked a lot like a magic circle of some sort, like something someone might use to cast a spell - or summon something. All his many unusual experiences had taught him to be wary of anything strange like that. And if he wasn't currently sandwiched between two thick, horny women he might have even given it more than a few seconds of thought. It wasn't the time for that. He needed those pumping dicks beneath his tail, between his lips, plunging deep into his body so everyone could see what a good buckslut he could be. Whoever was out there, anyway. He felt watched. And he felt good, most importantly, as a broad, uncut lizard dick pressed against his lips, letting him lay a smooch over that precum-slathered head. Frankie gave his taint a grind, streaking a sleek mark of precum from his balls to his rim, then traced a path around that taut hole until he was nicely slicked up with her excess juices. They were so wet, so hard, pumping out more and more mess before they'd even penetrated him. His next bleat hardly made a noise when he made it around that veiny spire of komodo cock.

They both entered him at once, working their bodies in frightful fusion to fuck him full and deep. He thought he'd strain more with the stretching they were giving him, but it was seconds before they bottomed out, balls deep in his mouth and rump alike. He felt the pat of scaled and sharkskinned nuts tapping up against him from both sides, just a touch at first, but soon a slap. They weren't going to hold back just because he was a soft, girly deer. They trusted his durability and fucked him hard enough he worried just a little for his poor spine. Any sort of discomfort he might have been feeling was irrelevant in the face of just how good it felt to get his prostate massaged by that thick shark dick, feeling it pumping back and forth over his pleasure button. It wasn't his first time with Frankie, but it was definitely his roughest. At least she wasn't biting him this time.

As for Cal, she wasn't any gentler with him. He was kind of used to it by then. Whenever someone got a good grip on his antlers, they really couldn't seem to help themselves. She facefucked him with that big fat dick, the girth stretching his jaw and throat alike, bulging in his gullet as she plunged straight down inside him without hardly stopping to let him breathe. A sloppy suckling schlick came before the messy glurk of her pulling back and splattering those mixed juices alike, the liquid lust clogging up his throat, mixed with all the drool. A stream of precum stretched from his own cock, swinging back and forth with Frankie's every ass-smacking thrust. With his eyes closed and his mind lost in the bliss of getting so roughly double-teamed, he didn't even notice the third participant arrive.

There was a face down there. It smiled up at him from the open abyss where the scrawled symbol had once been. Beyond her he saw nothing but darkness as she dragged herself up from the void beneath him. His eyes went wide and stayed that way as she crawled into the world from her own. Somehow he knew exactly what she was with nothing more than a mere glance. She radiated demonhood. Her madness gleamed upon her teeth, and it was to his increasing alarm that he realized she was coming right for his cock. It was fully on display, swinging back and forth with Frankie's continued thrusts. Either the shark hadn't noticed the arrival of her second guest, or she simply didn't care. Everything as planned. Cherno wondered at the hyena demon's name for a moment, and just like that, it appeared in his mind as a scream that echoed through his skull.

Shirazi.

He knew her. He'd always known her. Or that was how it felt at least. That glimpse of something in the corner of his eye, that crawling feeling of being watched when he was very much alone, it wasn't just his herbivore instincts going wild. It was her, it had always been her, and finally she had found him. It all made sense. She crawled up from the darkness and ran her heavy tongue along the underside of his solid cock, streaking it with her hot saliva, bobbing her head like a cobra to follow its sway. He fully expected something terrible to happen to him at any moment. She radiated wickedness and danger. Yet he couldn't deny how good those plump black lips felt all wrapped snug around his cock. She went down on him without a word, muffling an uncontrolled snicker while she slipped down and engulfed him in the steamy confines of her humid maw. Such hot breath to soak in, feeling it puffing on his crotch while she mashed her nose against his belly, grinding her face into his groin, swallowing his shaft. He was trapped between those two big ladies while a third mercilessly sucked him off, leaving him straining, shaking, glurking on Cal's cock while he tried to moan out loud. They knew he was just one buck, right? They fucked him, sucked him, stuffed him full and pleasured him until he could barely feel his hooves. No wait, that was normal. He didn't even know anymore.

In time, he found his arms slumping down by his sides, his knees buckling, his body breaking down and giving in to complete submission in the middle of that foursome. His eyes rolled back, still open, but concerningly white as if he'd been possessed. Maybe he had been. Shirazi sucked him like she was trying to drain his soul, but instead she just slurked him along towards an eruption of an orgasm. It only got bigger thanks to the pressure of that sharky cock grinding on his pleasure button over and over, rutting back and forth, throwing herself forward until she'd fucked him right off his hooves. He ended up dangling in the air there, legs nearly limp as they swayed back and forth beneath him, the full weight of his lower half supported by that potent shark cock shoved beneath his tail. The feeling of the lizard's dick stretching his gullet, shoving between his lips again and again, grinding over his tongue and palate until he was drunk on her taste contributed plenty as well. He savoured her reptilian musk and swallowed down her juices while he felt those nuts slapping his lower lip, his chin, even his bulging neck. That sack was fat, and so was Frankie's, spanking him numb while they fucked him stupid, clenching up, ready to stuff him like a girly little condom.

Yet for as hard as they were going at him, he still went first. Shirazi's sleek muzzle massaged him in such erotically elegant ways. He couldn't bear it. It was too good. The smooth slip of her lips along his inches mixed so sweetly with the sloppy slurp of her tongue cradling his cock, dipping beneath his balls to taste and tickle his taint between those schlurking strokes. He loved the sensation of her heavy saliva streaming down his member like pouring rain, leaving him soaked and coated in his own juices and hot demon hyena spit. And how her throat worked him, swallowing half his cock as if to devour it, working in deep, kneading squishes of that gullet flesh, so wet, so warm, so perfectly smooth and sleek. It was less a cumshot and more complete, utter submission to her appetite. He offered her his seed when a sudden pulse ran through him, shooting down his spine and leaving his prostate tender, heated, the pleasure spreading through his every nerve. He ended up a twitching mess, flexing every muscle obscenely, his taint going taut, his balls pumping up and down, his dick swelling out with the sheer volume of cum he shot for the three of them. Shirazi got it all, sucking it straight down from the source, never stopping to breathe between huge, generous gulps.

She drank his cum while Frankie finished up under his little tail. The shark clicked her teeth in the air, chomping in pleasure, and smacked his ass hard with the flat of her palm before burying her dick balls-deep in his lovely haunches so she could grind her way to a cumshot. He swore he felt those sharknuts swelling up against his butt for the sheer amount of cum she gave him. She shot him full of sharkspunk and she didn't let up, her cock twitching against his boi button, forcing him to milk out a few more ropes of his own seed to sacrifice to Shirazi's maw. Cal wasn't far behind, the chubby liz sweating all over Cherno's face while she gripped his antlers to a breaking point, yanking on them, smacking him with her scales, until finally they snapped right off in her hands, sending her lurching back and thrusting forth all at once. That was painless, of course. He didn't feel a thing but for the enduring awe that came with guzzling komodo jizz down without pause, gorging himself on that hot cream that shot from her fat green cock. The taste of it alone kept him going, kept him focused enough to ignore the breathless feeling in his chest for as long as it took for her to drain her hefty balls down his throat.

The inundated buck could barely remember how to be alive by the time they were done with him. They let him slowly slump, but were careful not to drop him. His belly stretched out and sagged down beneath him, swinging, sloshing, packed with spunk from both sides. They turned him into their cumdump, staying inside him until he was utterly swollen, bred up plump and juicy thanks to that potent seed. Or that was how it felt, at least. He was bloated, defeated, ruined to the point of forgetting he was sentient for a minute or two. His mind frolicked in the woods without him while he recovered. When he found himself curled up on the floor at their feet, he could only drift in and out of consciousness while he restocked all the air he'd been missing out on. The gasping, wheezing, occasionally choking process of recovering had his chest and belly heaving, sloshing around the spunk-load inside him. The demoness rose up like a shadow over his shattered form, but he could only feel her, rather than directly see her. He knew she was there, he knew he was probably in all kinds of danger, but an afterglow like that came once in a lifetime. No amount of willpower could have possibly made him rise to his hooves right then, much less run for his life. He was a twitching, dripping mess and he couldn't have been happier, even while a hellish horror cackled his name.

"Cherno. Cherrrrrno. I knew I knew I knew I'd find you. Do you feel me now? Do you feel my breath on the back of your neck while your eyes flit over these words? I'm close. I always have been."

The laughter that came over her had her buckling, doubling over and clutching herself like she were having some sort of strange medical issue. It was a violent fit, one that shuddered through her stripes. She fell to her knees and got up in his face, laying herself over him like a fluffy blanket, her silver fur ever so soft, inviting, engulfing him in her warmth, her presence, her enticingly thick demon musk.

"Dozens of delicious journeys and it all comes back to me. This one counts, you know. This one's for real."

In the fog of his thoughts, he felt like he knew what she meant, for just a moment. That notion swiftly vanished from his mind, too terrible to consider. Instead, he focused on the demon smothering him in her mass. She was a hefty one, not much taller than him but twice as thick. There was enough of her to completely envelop him, hiding him from sight but for his hooves sticking out between her legs, and his stunned face gaping blankly at her fangs. She huffed into his open mouth, letting him taste the sin on her breath, and then she met him in a kiss. A plunge of her tongue between his lips had her lapping at the leftover traces of cum left there. She slurped, she stroked, she massaged him from cheek to cheek with that nimble demon tongue, stroking along his flat teeth, right into his gums before simply going for the throat. That meant he soon found himself swallowing that thick slurper while she pinned him to the floor, seizing hold of his wrists, making sure he couldn't resist her. He wouldn't have dreamed of it.

He lost himself in her devilish taste, sucking down that demon drool while she throat-fucked him with her tongue. She rubbed against him, swollen shaft plump and sold, streaking juices across his fur, squishing down on his bloated belly until cum was gushing out of him. She flattened out his tummy with her humping thrusts, leaving him splurching a puddle of shark jizz beneath the two of them, though he still sloshed plenty. That well-fucked ass of his was still soaked with shark cum, and so it was simple to delve beneath his balls and push her dick between his cheeks. From his wrists to his thighs, she moved swiftly to snatch him, clutch him, bend him into shape so she could fuck him just the way she liked. He swallowed her manic laughter, feeling it echo down his throat, drenching his insides with her madness while she shoved her dick into the cum-slick depths of his backside. Bottoming out all at once, she slapped up against his cheeks while she fucked him on the floor, right in front of those two new servants of hers. They paid tribute to the scene by stroking their dicks above those writhing bodies, still plenty hard even after turning Cherno into their little cream puff. A hiss escaped Cal as she watched those stripes rising and falling. The deer beneath the demon was barely visible for all that hyena bulk.

"Does he ... I hope he ... I mean, he must be just what you were looking for, right Mistress?"

The komodo's hesitant side came out as she addressed Shirazi. The hyena took no notice of her question. Her actions spoke loudly enough, as did the squelching of her dick in and out of that taut blue hole. He was still nice and tight even after a good shark-reaming.

"Don't worry so much, Cal," Frankie assured. "I bet she loves the little morsel we brought her."

That much was evident by the hyena frantically fucking the deer while he squirmed desperately beneath her. Not to get away. He simply couldn't endure the pleasures she hammered into him, rutting deep and leaving him griping at her soft back, digging his fingers into the thick mane of fur there, hands vanishing in her excess fluff. That claimed him as if she were mauling him, slobbering in his mouth, sweating over his naked form, bathing him in her scent as much as she stuffed him with that glossy black demon dick. The slurping sounds of fucking that cum-filled hole went along with the jets of sharkjizz squirting out of him with her every stroke. Her cock bulged in his swollen belly, stretched him, warmed him, left him trembling with almost fearful whimpers. He hardly knew what his body was doing anymore. When climax came, he almost didn't notice. The pleasure of cumming for her was only slightly better than the steady, sinful bliss she rutted up between his cheeks while she fucked him raw before her thralls. Even so, he still soaked those demon tits wonderfully, gushing all over the both of them, his mouth gaping into her kiss while she pulled from their messy kiss to nip his throat.

Those teeth clamped him hard enough to choke and pinch, leaving him short of air for those precious seconds of mutual climax. The feeling of her cum inside him, of that pure, rich demon seed defiling his body with every pump, every spurt, that left him simmering in the feeling of being irrevocably corrupted. Whatever he was before meeting her didn't matter anymore. He wanted to be close to her, to touch her, taste her, devote himself to her glory for as long as she would allow him. If he could be hers, he could be happy. He knew that much as he smiled at the blurred form gleaming her grin just above him. She pulled from him, she came on him, she painted him down like a writing canvass with that demon jizz. It hit him in the face, in the open mouth, and then his chest, his belly, his everything. Rivers ran over the divots of his lean muscles, accumulated in his navel, streamed down his sides to puddle all around him. He soaked and marinated in her indescribable scent, in that silvery musk that smelled of sin, of drenching, raunchy, undeniably enticing indulgence. Every breath felt as if it damned him further, and yet he still wanted so much more. She gave it to him soon enough, looming above again, but this time not as a grin, but as a glimpse of those finely rounded flanks, bringing her stripey cheeks right down on his face. Every demon needed a good throne.

Shirazi arched her back as she made a seat of that broken deer. Cherno remained sprawled out, hard as ever, azure length throbbing while he got smooshed down under that heavy ass. She stuffed his muzzle right against her rim, nose buried in her sweaty taint, huffing down the purest, richest demon scent he could ever hope for. Sniffing the sin from her fur became his purpose. He needed more, needed all he could get. A burst of energy was enough to make him reach up and clutch her by the hips, pulling her even closer, grinding his face into her sweat-slick rim so he could eat her ass as deep as his tongue could reach. Not just a rimming, but a deep, tongue-plunging fuck, shoving inside of her without hesitation, feasting upon her demonic flavour as she rubbed against his face. Grinding, slurping, sniffing, worshipping, it all left him somewhere far beyond intoxicated. He was rapturous beneath her tail, adoring that fine rump, singing its praises with the lashing strokes of his smooth blue tongue massaging her insides, devoting himself to her deeply, dumbly, knowing no other purpose but serving the great demoness. Of course he wanted to go deeper into those clenching, musky depths.

At first those squeezes were nothing more than the contractions of pleasure that came with his fine tongue-work, but she was much more ravenous than that. She sat on him until she began to schlick her way over his muzzle, enveloping him more and more, trapping him in that snug, kneading cavern. He was drenched with sweat before long, some of it his, much of it her own. Her sleek fur shone in the flickering light while she shoved down on that eager seat until she'd taken his whole head inside. There she bounced a while, riding him like a toy, fucking herself with that eager deer while he writhed in absolute delight. Her heated scent followed him inside, keeping him thoroughly drenched in demon musk while she made a dildo of his grinning features. The little nubs where his antlers used to be only brought her more pleasure, leaving her squeezing that fat cock while she dominated the ever-so-sittable deer boi. An intense, deep rimming was one thing, but she wasn't stopping. Her lusty greed had her clenching up extra tight, squeezing around his jaw while she dragged him all the deeper, consuming him inch by inch, working him into her musky depths without a single word. Her cackles echoed so strangely through her flesh, vibrating around his imprisoned ears while she devoured him with that plump ass.

"Yesssssss, come to me, dear Cherno ... we froze this moment for all to see ... they gape and gawk in the gallery ... yet you always knew I'd take you deeper one day ..."

A schlurp came as she wetly stuffed much more of him in that sweaty hole, pulling firmly up around his shoulders, compressing hard on his chest. Then more, and more, devouring over his body, only stopping when she had him halfway engulfed in striped rump. A snickery snarl burst from her, a flash of her teeth making them look longer for a moment. It was enough to make Cal recoil briefly.

"Yes! Bleaty little muskdrunk fucktoy. Suck the sweat and taste the darkest flesh. You'll leave me clenching up in memory of you, afflicted with the heat beneath my tail once I make you what you love. I shall sit upon my throne and know that you can feel it, somewhere deep inside the plump you make."

He didn't hear a word of it, but the energy was enough. The deer's cock wasn't just throbbing, his whole body was pulsing while she devoured him, dragging him into her scorching depths. He huffed, he gasped, he twitched as his body half-slumbered through those writhing moments, surrounded by the steady crackle of her innards stroking along his naked fur. Getting worked up inside the demon hyena's intestines was the hottest thing he could imagine in those lingering moments. He squirmed in rapture until he was little more than a pair of hooves between her cheeks. She made sure they saw him go. Up on her hands and knees, tail flagged high, she let her servants watch as she devoured that precious thing whole, in the most vulgar of ways. They laid their tribute at her feet, cumming across the floor, hitting the dark pads of her paws while she finished him. The deer known as Cherno was little more than Shirazi's butt toy for as long as he could linger there. By the tugging, flexing, undulating walls around him, that wasn't going to be long.

"Come here," she told them, her voice suddenly going calm. "Touch him. Feel him. Serve me while I make his flesh and soul my own."

They gathered around her, doing just as they were told. She only used that tone when she was serious. A sprawled-out position meant the komodo could suck her cock while she worked on that deer in her intestines. There was no need to drag him all the way to her stomach. She could digest him there just fine. The process was different there, devoid of juices, simply absorbing him directly while he grew softer and more malleable with each churn. It was almost undetectable to the deer himself. He only knew the gradual release of tension that came with sinking down into her musky embrace, immersed in her demonic body heat, drifting off into sinful dreams while she claimed him for her own. Frankie licked the hyena's neck, even bit and nibbled on her, knowing she wouldn't object to a casual display of violence. While she lovingly chomped on her new mistress, she pressed two fingers into that slick hole, feeling it clenching down on her digits while Cherno got churned into demon pudge with every clench. Such squeezing might have felt wonderful around her cock, but she was solely focused on the hyena's pleasure, finger-fucking that ravenous asshole, pulling out now and then to suck her digits and shove them back in again.

One of Frankie's hands remained firmly planted on Shirazi's belly while the buck boi shrank down to nothing inside her. It all happened so fast. That squeezy, greedy kneading turned the deer to mush to be absorbed. His features smoothed over and grew indistinct while the demon ruined him. She destroyed his body and thickened up with extra fat, extra curves, plushly padding out her softness while Cal and Frankie kneaded her. For such a fearsome demon, she was a soft and fluffy pillow of a hyena, leaving them burying themselves in her fur. A dark tuft of fur around her cock and nuts grew thicker, richer with her musk while she made use of that lingering energy. Her gut glowed a bright blue much like Cherno's eyes for a time as she siphoned off the energy left behind by his demise. His body was hers, but there was still so much to take, and the carnal pleasure of digesting his soul deep down in her rump. All that precious energy, all that flickering force that made him who he was, and it was hers to break, to melt down and absorb like any other food, joining with her flesh. A hefty clench of that demonic pucker came when she'd fully claimed him, trapping Frankie's fingers inside for a few seconds. The demon hissed her words through her teeth.

"You feel your friend there, shark? Precious little deer found his new home as my puckerflesh. And oh how he squeezes for me. Pump pump pump, little doeboy. I want you to feel it every time I squeeze up tight around a finger, a face, a nice fat cock. You're a good little demon asshole, aren't you Cherno? Clench up tight for yes."

By the way she soon flexed hard around three of Frankie's fingers, gripping them extra harshly with squishy clamping force, the deer accepted his new existence. Or maybe that was simply Shirazi's excitement working those muscles hard, pumping up another cumshot for Cal to guzzle, stretching those green bellyscales with the excess load, with all the churned up nutrients from the deer's soul she'd converted to cum instead of fat. Either way, Cherno made the demon thicker, heavier, enticingly bottom-heavy with a deliciously plump ass serving as her trophy for taking him for her own. Everything he ever was, claimed and converted, made part of her depraved form, bringing her the crude pleasure that made her clench and flex that sweat-sheened rim in memory of her meal. As she grew more powerful, so too would her servants. But her desires were far from sated.


Lilianna was never much for silence. The musical mare much preferred when there was something pumping in her ears, something to nod or sing to, depending on her mood. Really, the whole thing was greatly clashing with her post-show vibe. She was still high on the exhilaration of performance, of making herself one with the music. And also drugs. Sweat still rolled down her chestnut-coloured hide as she listened to the footsteps approaching, feeling so mellow she was ready for anything they might throw at her. There was something worse than silence inside the shark's home when Frankie opened the door to let Lily in. It poured out like a wave, a haunting hollow feeling that immediately put her on her guard. A horse like her, used to performing in front of crowds, was generally the sort who could shrug anything off. This was different. The flickering candles from wall to wall didn't help matters either. Was this really Frankie's place? It looked like a church, or like she was hosting a halloween party six months out of season, the walls painted black, scrawled with messages in red ink she didn't understand. And then there was the shark herself.

Frankie was imposing enough normally, but she wasn't the same since Lily last saw her. Her tits were bigger. There was no question about that. They pushed out plump and heavy, yet perfectly perky, bigger even than Lily's own, which was saying something. A set of pointy door-knocker piercings decorated those nips, and her dick had a golden ring as well. Her teeth interlocked in layers, revealing a full three rows of those pearly chompers, ever so harsh and jagged. More so than Lily even remembered. And her eyes - there was something burning away in them, something fiery and orange that left the horse briefly mesmerized, if slightly alarmed. She snorted once, a little shudder running through her form as the shark reached for her hand, drawing her into the heated den that smelled like sex. That scent only got richer as they moved through the darkened halls, the black walls faintly dripping, even oozing as they moved past, without a word. Lily had no doubt she was walking into something she shouldn't, but she never was one to turn down an adventure. Or maybe she simply couldn't resist the allure of whatever was waiting for her beyond the red curtain Frankie drew aside to reveal the one she served.

The shadows danced through the room, a thousand tiny flames reflecting on the silvery fur of the demoness. There was no other word for her then. Shirazi wasn't hiding it in the slightest. She was thicker, fatter, ever so plump thanks to her first meal. A pair of curved ram's horns adorned her head, two-pronged as if to make a mockery of the deer she'd devoured and absorbed. Her fangs were beyond daggers by then, more like sabres, two of them pressing over her lower lip, a forked tongue flicking in between them. That writhing slurper seemed to beckon to Lily. She wanted nothing more than to be close to the red-eyed creature, basking in the glow of her gaze, letting it reflect on her face. Normally, she might have felt something like fear, but the deeply intoxicating state she'd arrived in ensured she rolled with the punches as if she'd expected exactly what she was seeing. Her expression was one not of shock, but of warm, mesmerized infatuation with the creature before her. Immediately transfixed like that, she almost didn't notice the big komodo just beside her, joining with Frankie to walk her to the hyena, bringing her like a captive, yet ever so willingly. She had changed much like the shark, her shy self discarded in favour of a bigger, stronger lizardess, more ample in every way, made extra shapely and fearsome as the reward for her services. The two of them were starting to look like proper thralls, gifted with those succubus-like shapes, with the hellish intensity of their mistress, but there was still so much more to be done.

Shirazi stood up tall, taller than before, towering over the three of them as she made her approach. Despite her size, the sultry sway of her hips was no less nimble, her tail swishing with every step. Her initial inspection of course involved the occasional giggle. Lily felt that shudder of laughter right down her spine. Or maybe that was the shiver that came when the demoness laid a hand upon her shoulder, stroking down her arm with a black claw, leaving the lightest of scratches upon her thick hide. The halter Lily wore wasn't going to hold up to those claws, and soon Shirazi sliced through the strap of her top and bra alike, leaving them all lopsided, getting a good glimpse of one of those jiggly horse tits. Maybe she didn't have demonic corruption working for her, but Lily was near as busty as those naked creatures who surrounded her then, enclosing her on all sides, showering her in the richly potent mixture of their combined musk. Seemed like those ladies had already been warming up before she arrived. Finally, she spoke.

"Look, I don't care what you've been up to in here, I just want to know if our plans are still on," she finally said, breaking that wordless streak.

Shirazi snickered at the nonchalance of such a statement. She leaned in close, puffing warmly in Lily's face, her breath an ambrosia of intoxicants. It was better than anything Lily had ever smoked, that was for sure.

"Gooooood," came the demon's hiss. "It's so much easier this way. We want you. You want us. Why worry about the details?"

That made the horse smirk a little. She shrugged her shoulders.

"So I take it you're some kind of demon or such?"

"I am Shirazi."

That didn't exactly answer the question, but it was good enough for Lily. She further showed how relaxed she was by offering her hand. Frankie and Cal had to exchange a look while the demoness and the sacrifice they brought her just casually shook hands. Lily squeezed and Shirazi squeezed back, giving a little flick of her tongue and a sharp, one-note cackle. It made a lot more sense from the demon's perspective. She could see those eyes, those pretty browns crackling with the white noise of musk-drunk lust. The moment she stepped into the demon's domain, and she was broken, her defensive measures compromised by the pure, supernatural desire the hyena's scent involved. She was at the same time no longer herself as she was entirely so, fully in control, and knowing exactly what she wanted. And that was more.

Cal couldn't help nerd out a little just to have the musical mare standing there with her. She murmured in her ear during the lingering silence.

" ... big fan by the way just saying ..."

That made Lily smirk again, but her eyes never quite left the demon's own. She delved deep into Shirazi's inner madness, gazing into the wicked glow, feeling the hyena's secrets scraping at her mind. Shirazi breathed slowly and deliberately, letting Lily swallow that enticing breath. It drew her closer, luring her in with those wafting pheromones until she met the demon in a kiss. That meant swallowing that wriggling tongue, feeling the forks tickle down her throat while Shirazi's servants undressed her. Cal got that big belt unbuckled and exposed that plump equine ass, let Lily's dick flop out, unsheathed and firming as she smooched the hellspawn. Frankie meanwhile found herself unable to get that top over Lily's head, occupied as the horse was with her deep kiss, so she just had to improvise. That involved using her teeth, chomping through the fabric, tearing off those garment to let Lily's breasts bounce free. The horse didn't seem to mind the destruction of her clothing. She wasn't going to need it for a good, long while.

Once unleashed, her cock quickly stood up tall, filling out and flaring to compete even with those oversized shafts surrounding her. It wasn't long before they were painting her body with precum, grinding on her from every side, thrusting, humping, or simply smearing across her hide to make her extra shiny. Horses were good for that, even more so when she started sweating. The heat in the room was absolutely sweltering, yet in the best of ways. It ensured those four bodies were soaking with perspiration, giving off their thickest scents, stirring up the pheromones into a potent cocktail that was enough to stupefy Lily if she breathed too deeply. Her vision blurred and her lust only grew more intense, thoughts dulling in favour of pure, unrestrained lust. There was no time to think, only to surge with horny energy, pressing her cock against the demon's belly and squishing it into her ample pudge, that trophy weight that came from consuming such a precious soul, mere days ago.

"You know, I had like a whole introduction planned out for this," Frankie mused. "I was going to hint at what we were doing, make a whole reveal out of it when you were already in too deep to turn back, but this ... this works too."

She laughed to herself and smacked that thick ass, watching those cheeks jiggle.

"Always wanted a piece of that, seeing you strutting your stuff on stage. Used to joke an ass like that along with all your talent must have involved a deal with the devil. Close enough, I guess."

Lily finally escaped from that kiss, her mouth full of hyena spit, her eyes glazed over from the pleasure of indulging in the demon's taste. It took her a few seconds to catch her breath and actually manage to respond.

"You wanna fuck me, sharky? I've seen your shows plenty. Bet you can give it to me rough."

That just made Frankie spank her harder, really giving her a good WHAP. Lily didn't flinch. Though she did start to sink to her knees once Shirazi dragged her down with her, collapsing to the floor, falling onto the cushion of her prey-enhanced ass. The horse found herself all bent over, kneeling before Shirazi. A shove of Frankie's hand on the back of her head urging her towards that demon dick. A few good slathers of her broad tongue got the hyena's shaft glistening brightly, and one taste was all it took. She was addicted, enthralled, in desperate need of every last trace of flavour she could suck off that fat black shaft. Her thick lips made for such a soft yet snug grip around Shirazi's cock. Lilly dipped, she dived, she bobbed her head and served that demon just as well as one of her thralls. She set to slurping, sucking, slick and sleek, salivating at every sample of that un-divinely decadent demon dick and the taste so tantalizingly taking over every tastebud on her smooth and sloppy tongue.

A bent-over, sweaty donut hole like Lily's was the primest of targets. Frankie looked to the komodo, got an approving nod, and took what she wanted. Two hands on that fat horse ass, and she knelt down behind the mare, gliding her pierced cock along Lily's taint, gliding along that sheen of sweat and making it shine all the more brightly with a generous application of pre. That juicy stuff was shooting out by then. Her short time with Shirazi allowed her a tiny taste of the power within the demon, of the overwhelming, undying lust that hellspawn seemed to share. Frankie didn't just want to fuck that horse, she needed to. Embodying everything she'd ever wanted to be inspired her to want to share it with others, with the mere mortals who remained untouched by the corruption below. She shoved her dick up against that rim and spurted those slippery fluids all over Lily's hole, plunging inside in one slick stroke once she was properly lined up. Her altered juices were so delightfully lubricating. She could glide right in along them, gripping that ass tight while she started to fuck, to pound, just rutting that rump like the horse was nothing more than her personal toy, a sleeve to shove her shaft inside and thump until she'd fucked her numb. By the pumping pulses of that veiny horsecock, Lily loved every single thrust.

That hefty plap of demonically-fattened sharknuts against her own didn't throw off Lily's concentration any. She remained fixated on sucking that demon off, pushing that dick down her throat, pleasuring the hyena until she got a shot of cum in the mouth. Or that was how it felt anyway. That spurt was thick, white, rich with the taste of corruption, yet it was nothing more than a squirt of precum. It was as potent as the real thing, and it just kept coming, kept gushing forth while Lily massaged that on the bed of her tongue. She squeezed with her lips, making sure those sucks were loud and messy, pouring out the excess juices she couldn't swallow in time. Plenty of them went straight down her throat, leaving her guzzling, gulping richly, feasting on the hyena's tempting essence until she could feel it sloshing around in her belly. The demon was content to simply be served, her thumbs rubbing behind the horse's ears, hands clutching at her skull but refraining from forcing her down on her dick while she worked. Until the end, anyway.

From a steady, somewhat coordinated spitroast to a wild, snarling, slamming ass and facefuck, they seemed to lose control of everything that kept them holding back. Lily was sturdier than the buck. She could surely take it, or she could try at least. The hyena rose up, her mane erecting, fluffing up while she showed her fangs and curled her tail. She fucked the horse's mouth while Frankie slammed into that fine, jiggling rump. That pace persisted until Frankie finally buckled. Her stamina might have been demonically enhanced, but it wasn't infinite. Soon, she was gnashing her teeth, drooling on Lily's sweaty back while she bottomed out in that fat butt, grinding that donut with her nuts mashed up against it, huffing and chomping and slapping her tailfins on the floor. A hot shot of shark cum filled Lily's belly in seconds for all the pressure she put into it. Another, another, cumming that finely fuckable ass full of spunk, thrusting all the while, rutting that sloppy mess she made. It poured down from that glazed donut, streaking over their nuts, and the hose just stayed hard, stayed sweaty, all wet and ready to be ridden again. Cal could barely contain herself at the sight, could barely wait for Frankie to fully finish, pushing and shoulder-checking her way in just to get a spot.

Sloppy seconds didn't bother her at all. It just meant that hole was all the more fuckable, lubed up with an excess of overflowing shark cum. Steam rose up from Lily's body as she guzzled Shirazi's juices, not even taking a full load yet, but already full, overflowing, letting excess pre-jizz pour from her lips, even from her nostrils. Cal hissed as she slapped that dick against one of those asscheeks. She was sporting some new piercings too, a nice collection of beads dotting down her heavy shaft, along with a ring between her plump, freckled nuts. That just meant all the more stimulation for the horse's pleasure button once she shoved inside her, gliding on a wave of cum, burying herself balls-deep and then some. The komodo lunged and pumped and pressed as if she was going to shove her nuts right up Lily's ass, loving the feeling of that fine backside all wrapped snug around her dick. It felt like she'd always had one, like this had always been who she really was, deep inside. Those urges, those fantasies, that predatory side of her - it was always a sign she was meant for something greater than being the big, chubby, kind of awkward nerd in the corner. She was meant to fuck, to dominant, to fill mere mortals with lizard cum. And she was going to pound that horse she'd admired from afar like she owned her.

"Jussssst ... unnn ... just take it ..." she found herself hissing, sounding like an exaggerated snake for a moment in her pleasure. "God, horses are so fuckable ..."

Even transformed by Shirazi's influence, she couldn't help but quiver a little at the pleasure of dominating someone she might have been shy to even speak to, mere days ago. That older self didn't matter any more. She made that horse snort, made her neigh while she humped her hard, wobbling those cheeks, making Lily flag her tail high just to make sure she took all that lizard dick nice and deep in her cum-flooded hole. She didn't just spank with her hand, she lashed her tail around and smacked Lily with it, leaving a red mark on that ass, bucking the horse forth into that thick tuft of Shirazi's crotchfur. The hyena gripped her tightly, grinding those nostrils into the muskbath that was her extra thick fur, cock still buried in Lily's gullet even as that mare nearly fainted between the two of them. She still had physical limits, even if the musk-drunkenness allowed her to ignore them somewhat. Her eyes rolled and her arms went limp, indicating it was probably time to finish with her.

Shirazi refused to relent, fucking that fading face until she was ready to cackle her way to climax with Cal shortly behind. It wasn't a matter of pleasuring that horse, it was about using her, breaking her, destroying everything she'd been until she forgot there was a reality outside those four walls. They cummed inside her like two hissing, snickering, snarling firehoses, leaving that chubby gut all stretched. Lily had capacity, but even she was getting full, getting filled to the very brim and beyond, left bloated by those loads shot straight into the core of her being. Shirazi was kind enough to pull out and cum on her gasping face before she was done, but Cal remained inside, emptying her freckled nuts, grinding those scales against the horse's smooth skin until she was completely, utterly spent. Lily coughed, choked, gasped while she steadied herself and caught her breath, but by the solid thump of her cock, she was far from finished. Neither was Shirazi.

Her thralls were just going to have to watch for a bit while she worked, dragging the horse into her embrace, giving her a squeeze of a hug that had her belch for all the pressure of the cum load in her gut. She wasn't letting Lily off easy, and she was absolutely going to make that horse cum. She knew just what to do. Pushing that swollen mare down flat on her back, the demoness soon pounded atop her, pinning her down, palms flat on her shoulders, eyes blazing into her own. Lily's body might have been crying out with the need for rest, to respect that she was still just mortal flesh, but falling into Shirazi's transfixing stare was enough to make her forget all about that. All she wanted, more than any possession in the world, was to cum. The demoness sitting on the tip of her dick was exactly what she needed. A wink of that taut hole was like a flexing marecunt all its own, the presence of her previous victim making himself anonymously known. He was nothing more than that constricting ring, that tight, squeezing asshole sinking down on Lily's dick. Maybe some trace of Cherno was still there, still part of Shirazi, the last shred of his soul she hadn't fully digested and destroyed. Maybe he could feel that hard cock flaring up inside the hyena, making him clench down with extra vigour, massaging all around the mushroom-shaped head of Lily's dick. It hardly mattered to the horse. All she knew was that ass was tight.

Shirazi couldn't help herself a little droolspeak while she sank down on that solid shaft, rim skimming along every vein, every ring, massaging all those fine equine details on the way down to Lily's lap.

"Yessss ... feel him squeezing, feel him kneading. Let that forlorn soul milk your dick dry. This is his purpose now ..."

Lily didn't think much about the nonsense she was spouting. All she knew was that it was rare to ever get balls-deep in someone, feeling that stripey ass settling down on her nuts, snuggling into her lap, pinning her hips. The hyena barely had to bounce on that cock to pleasure the mare to moaning. Lily couldn't keep her shaky voice contained while that ass massaged her with those rhythmic flexes, the inner muscles working her into a frenzy of pleasure. The demoness was too heavy, too strong for her to do much more of anything but remain sprawled there, pinned down and stimulated by the tight backside of the hellish creature. Shirazi grinned to her all the while, her expression never changing while Lily's own twisted into all many of scrunched-up pleasure squints. She couldn't take it, couldn't hold on any longer. All she could do was reach up and grip tightly onto Shirazi's ass, fingers sinking deeply into the stripes while the demon waved a hand above her head and rode that horse like it was at least her second rodeo.

A grunt and a lunge towards Lily's face had those teeth flashing inches from the horse's eyes. Lily didn't blink. Her eyes were half-lidded anyway, barely perceiving that gleaming demon on her dick, just fucking her way up into that sinfully tight hole again and again as best she could from such a position. The best she could do to express how she felt was to let out all those horsey sounds, nickering, neighing, snorting heavily while the demon bounced, bucked, drove her striped booty down on her engorged shaft, letting that consumed soul fuel her clenching strength, working that horsecock until Lily had nothing left to give but a whinny. The mare clenched her teeth, rolled her eyes, dug her fingers deep into the plush curves of Shirazi's ass, and finally she let that flare expand fully, stretching even the oversized demoness atop her, pumping forth and thrusting wildly into that kneading, squeezing, pulsing back side until she gave a load worthy of a breeding stallion, and then some.

Shirazi's first reaction was to let out a piercing burst of manic noise, cackling her delight as she made the horse blow such a heavy load. After that, she set to grinding, to huffing out as she rocked her body back and forth, making sure to squeeze down on Lily's every bulging cumvein.

"Good little horsey. I can feel it sinking in. Mark me with your essence, stake your claim, even if it's temporary ... make me feel the strength of your soul."

She finally snickered her way to a climax of her own, the splurch of hyena cum hitting Lily in the face, pouring over her features, soaking that waist-length hair and sticking it to her sweaty skin. A pool, a puddle, a soaking mask of concentrated musk, that demon jizz made the mare nearly vanish while the cackling maniac unloaded all over her. Shirazi's belly jiggled with the sheer volume of cum inside her, but that didn't make her move any less. She worked that cock until it could barely flare anymore, rubbing on it until Lily was barely shooting water anymore. A few more good flexes of that marecock, those turgid dryfires made the horse snort, her expression transforming into a grimace beneath the layers of cum. Only then did Shirazi relent, still seated snugly atop Lily's lap, leaning in as if for a kiss. Instead, she started to slurp.

"You only taste better beneath the cream. Do you hear it calling? The darkness is ever open, ever vacant for the strong ones, and you're the best of all. Such a shame it would be, the virile one in her prime, with all her many fans. Yet there is always that hunger, it aches and it aches it scrapes it screams it wants everything you have. The best are still just flesh after all ..."

Those insane murmurings couldn't spoil Lily's mood. She sighed out and slumped into near-comatose afterglow while the demon slurped her. A taste and taste again, and Shirazi wouldn't stop. She cleaned about as much of the cum from the horse's face as she possibly could, shamelessly drinking it, smacking it between her lips. Just how much could she drool, anyway? She made such a mess of those equine features that Lily was convinced she was messier for the effort. Yet she was content to relax and endure the sloppy schlurping for as long as Shirazi wished. The demon spoke of hunger, but the sex-dumb mare could hardly parse her words, could hardly put one and one together. She really should have seen it coming.

When those jaws stretched wider and wider, gaping beyond the natural, her vision blurred, making those teeth seem even longer. The lashing of the demon's tongue curling about her throat suppressed any sound of surprise she might have made. She made no attempt anyway. There was only the muffled gasp of confusion, alarm, and sheer overstimulation while the hyena _glomped_her glazed features in those humid jaws. The heat of that perpetually enticing breath still managed to make the horse's dick give a few twitches even once it became very apparent she was being eaten. Shirazi wasn't one for savouring. She gobbled, she devoured, feasting upon the chubby equine, whole and unbitten, if slightly skimmed and scratched by those deadly fangs indenting her flesh. The nibbles only added to the flavour the demon took from her prey, working down the horse's throat and taking in her shoulders to bulge thickly beneath her neck fur.

The impending doom simply kept the horse's body rigid with shock. She knew she couldn't fight it. There was nothing left, not after a cumshot like that. Part of her even liked how it felt to have that slippery gullet sliding over her face, stroking her cheeks with those slimy, undulating walls working her down. That confused aspect ensured her sloppy cock stayed hard once Shirazi pulled off of it, letting it pulse in the open air, shocked by how much colder it was outside the demon's body. The hyena tugged her, dragged her, flipped her onto her front as she dragged that stunned body along with the grip of her gullet and jaws alike. Another heavy glurk had Lily's head closer and closer to the oblivion that was the demon's stomach, feeling the heat hitting her in the face like an open oven. She knew she wouldn't last long in there. The position was precarious enough, but all laid out, her tail flagged and stiff, she was vulnerable for a little more ravaging before her gurgling demise arrived.

Frankie didn't need to be told what to do. It was a clear offer their mistress gave to them. She reached over and nudged Cal, who'd been watching while idly tugging the skin of her cock back and forth, keeping herself ready for the call when it came. One look at the shark and the komodo more or less got the idea. That thick ass remained as fuckable as ever, even if they'd already pumped the mare full of cum. Such a smooth, idly flexing donut hole was the sort they could have fucked for the entire night, if Shirazi wasn't so set on destroying its owner. They were just going to have to move in for one last go at Lily before she was gone, devoured by the demon, her whole thick body eaten whole. With the horse's time outside the hyena's body rapidly diminishing, they were just going to have to double up.

Even with her throat full of horse meat, squishing down on Lily's tits while she ate her alive, Shirazi's giggles still came through. They weren't even muffled, ringing out as powerful as ever while her thralls mounted the helpless mare. Frankie and Cal rubbed their cocks together, gliding them against each other's girth while they moved to double-penetrate that hefty ass. Lily could surely take it. Tugging the flesh of that taut ring aside with her pierced tip, Frankie went first, stretching that asshole with her cock, pressing deep while Cal followed behind, just beneath the shark's dick. Together the both of them bulged the horse's belly with their collective size, pushing deep, burying themselves in Lily's thoroughly creampied insides. They were ever so tight, squeezing on them both, squishing their dicks together while they rutted her helpless bottom half. More and more of Lily disappeared down Shirazi's throat while they fucked her down, syncing up their strokes, smacking their nuts against those sweaty cheeks to help their mistress swallow her prey.

Soon Shirazi got Lily's own dick gliding along her forked tongue while she gulped, the steady ULLP echoing around the horse while she got taunted and teased by those constant licks. The mare couldn't handle it. Two cocks at once, fucking her hard and deep, rubbing all her sensitive spots with their many piercings, and the harsh massage of that gullet pressing on her face, her breasts, her belly, and now her cock. Lily snorted against the opening to Shirazi's belly and went stiff all over, leaving the other two to restrain her legs while those hooves started flailing about, kicking as she cummed for the demoness eating her. It all came pouring down over her own breasts, splashing her in the face while she got dunked down to the bottom of the hellishly hot chamber awaiting her. She could ignore the scorching feeling for as long as her orgasm lasted, at least. Clamping down on that pair of dicks, she made sure they finished inside her one last time before she was gone, the hyena's lips sliding over her hips while Frankie went off hard, cumming in that horse ass, letting Cal feel that spunk flooding the hole they shared.

Hiss as she might, Cal didn't quite make it in time, pulling out of that jizz-stuffed hole just as Shirazi's teeth skimmed along those sweaty cheeks. She jerked madly at her cock and shot off a load right on that shapely ass before it was gone, cumming on that smooth horsehide and letting the rest splash down Shirazi's chin, or on her breasts. Of course the hyena didn't mind. She swallowed hard while that lizard painted her fur, finishing off her meal by working up those meaty thighs, grasping Lily's calves to force the rest of her down. Even at her increased size, she still ended up with a great big belly full of horse even before she was truly done. A dance of her tongue along those hooves as if to tickle them before she forced them down the throat along with the rest of Lily. One more swallow, one more wet, thunderous GULP to finish her off and down she went, bulging beneath the demon's stripes, stretching her and filling her with a solid, rounded shape in her gut to cradle and rub while the gurgles rumbled up around her prey.

She opened her arms as if for a hug, but instead just gathered the shark and lizard close, letting them snuggle up to her new captive and admire her while she unleashed the full extent of her demonic hunger on her. There was no creeping dread, no anticipation to endure for Lily. Five seconds in the demon's stomach and she was already being digested. A regular hyena had potent enough digestive fluids, and of course Shirazi's were so much worse. Yet for as terrible as the process could have been to withstand, for Lily, it all happened too fast to even process. She got ground down to a softened state, churned to mush in minutes, losing her shape, her solidity, everything that had once held her together failing at once, but it was a numbing feeling, even if still a terrifying one. There was no air to scream with, nowhere to go, nothing to do but faintly writhe while her body still functioned. Frankie grinned broadly as she pressed her palms down on the outline of the horse, feeling her smoothing over, rapidly melting down beneath her touches. Cal rubbed and cupped the demon's plump balls while she digested her prey, her eyes swirling with admiration. She was so powerful, so potent, digesting all that meat like she was nothing, churning Lily down into squeezable padding right before her eyes.

It wasn't long before she'd cooked her meal into a mass of tender, mostly-melted sludge, simmering away in those juices, lifeless and destroyed. That was enough to gurgle up a wicked belch, bubbling up as if from a witch's cauldron only to erupt from her toothy jaws with a splash of spit and a flash of gleaming light. The ghostly face of the digested horse sprang forth from the demon's open mouth, wispy limbs grasping at the air. Her lost soul flailed about through the air for a few seconds, scrambling, struggling, wearing an expression of utter fear. Then it was simply a matter of Shirazi lashing out her tongue as if she were a frog, cracking it like a sodden whip to curl about the spiritual form of the horse, curling her soul in the constricting grip of that slurping organ.

A yank and she retracted it back into her mouth, seeming as if to chew on it a while, a blue-green mist escaping between her teeth. One more gulp and that last remnant of the mare's existence vanished down the hyena's throat as easily as drinking a glass of water, glowing beneath her fur and skin, shining through her fattened belly. It flickered, it faded, and in time, it went dark, devoid of life, perishing with the rest of Lily to be claimed as another gurgled trophy on the hellspawn's stripey form. Another stripe for her silver pelt, to go with the many others, and so much trophy weight to jiggle and admire. Frankie and Cal devoted themselves to worshipping Shirazi's body as she changed once more, her wicked appetite sated for now. Her voice came guttural and shaky with pleasure.

"Stay close, my playthings. Taste the power you have fed me. They won't recognize you when I'm done."


Looked like this was going to be a tough one. Viktor had received reports of strange noises, chanting, singing, laughing, along with odd lights shining through the darkened windows at night. The raptor had a hunch that the unexplained occurrences were connected to a string of recent disappearances. A deer, a horse, a shark, and a lizard. When the official authorities searched the streamer's home, they found no trace of anything. Everything was as she left it, undisturbed, no sign of conflict. Yet he couldn't shake the feeling something was still wrong. Neither could his client, and that was why he was getting paid to check it out. The sturdy dinosaur wasn't armed when he stepped up to the front door of the shark's dwelling. A tall, strong fellow like him could handle most any attacker, unless if was the sort that no weapon would have helped him with anyway.

The doorknob was hot to the touch, as if there was fire on the other side. He turned it and found it unlocked, pushing his way inside and soon finding himself hit with a wave of heat and some indescribable scent that left him in a temporary brain fog. If it wasn't for his well-trained mental fortitude, that might have been the end of him right there. Others would have fallen under the control of whatever mesmerizing musk wafted through the darkened home. The police reports spoke of a perfectly ordinary house. Clearly they hadn't seen what he was seeing. The walls danced before him as if illusory, their surfaces shifting and distorting. The unceasing squelching made it sound as if the place itself was alive. He stepped in and felt the floor wet beneath his toes and talons. Clicking on his flashlight hardly seemed to help. The place swallowed the light it gave off, leaving him navigating deeper and deeper, the black raptor blending into the shadows but for the red of his stripes and feathers. He kept moving until he found the stairs.

They might have been hidden once, but the wall had been split open by something seemingly large, leaving a jagged hole that led to a descending set of steps. He couldn't see how far down they went. The depths felt heavy to him, like a pressure on his chest as he took the first step and started heading down, farther and farther into the depths of that twisted home. He remained steady, even once he heard the laughter. A haunting cackle, like that of a hyena but so much darker, so much more violent than the others he knew, came echoing from below as he kept moving, on and on. It must have been a dozen flights worth of stairs before he found the bottom. There was no door, but instead a curtain, red in colour, curiously mundane compared to the altered reality all around him. He approached it and reached out, feeling for just a moment a pang of something, a twinge of fear at what he might find on the other side. In his work, he'd already seen so many strange things that it was starting to become routine, but this one felt different. With just one deep breath to calm himself, he pulled that fabric aside to reveal whatever was lying in wait for him.

There was no one there. He saw a dimly lit room like a jail cell, stark and unwelcoming, otherwise featureless. It invoked the idea of a bondage dungeon, but he didn't see any equipment, just a collection of scented candles flickering around the perimeter. Though those hardly compared with the persistent smell of sex, rich and raunchy, potent to the point it was having an undeniable effect on him. He blinked a few times, giving his head a shake, and shone his flashlight from one corner of the room to the other. The sound of chains rattling somewhere made him look up, but there wasn't anyone there either. With no apparent exit to the room but for the one he used to enter, he was going to have to scan around for some sort of hidden switch or pressure plate. He'd done this before. It was just a matter of pressing on the walls, looking for secrets, lightly grunting as he applied some significant pressure on the stones. They were oddly warm.

After getting no results with several minutes of searching, he turned back to the curtain with a lash of his tail, turning as if to leave. That was when that rattle of chains came again, louder now, ringing out with a clatter as some hidden mechanism made them spring from the walls. He hadn't seen any sign of a trap until they. It must have been well hidden. He couldn't dodge in time before they had him, four shackles affixing to his wrists and ankles, binding tight to yank his limbs apart. His flashlight fell to the floor and flickered out on impact while he got stretched into a vulnerable X, left struggling against the grip of the bindings that seemed tailor made for him. They weren't uncomfortably tight, but there was no wiggle room, no way for him to squirm free of their grip. Nor did they show any sign of give when he flexed his muscular body, letting the tone beneath his black scales really show as he tried to use brute force to escape, but that didn't work either. Someone was approaching. Their footsteps were heavy, thumping up towards the curtain and throwing it aside. His eyes lit up recognition.

"Calastia?"

It was a genuine question. He hardly recognized her. The komodo dragon had seemingly dropped the komodo part, taking on a fearsome, draconic appearance that came complete with two tall, complex horns, twisting in about themselves to form an impressive crown. Her green scales came with black ridges and decorations all over her naked body. Her teeth were bigger, more plentiful, a grin of knives on the lizard's face as she approached. But more than anything, she was bigger, as tall as the raptor himself, and her somewhat lazy, chubby shape had been refined into something more distributed. Her breasts, her butt, and her smooth, still-soft belly were massive, bouncing with her every step as she made her hissing approach. Her eyes blazed a fearsome yellow, glowing in the low light, reflecting on her grin.

"Hey Viktor. Been looking for me? That's sweet of you. Always did have a thing for you. Though I figured it wasn't mutual."

She stalked forth with surprising speed for her size, getting close enough to stroke over the raptor's pecs. He didn't say anything at first, simply regarding her with suspicion and confusion for a while, choosing his words carefully.

"I can get you out of here, if you wish. Before your dark patron notices."

He'd seen this all before. Another case, months ago, bore such curious similarities. He'd barely escaped with his life then, and ever since, he wondered when she'd find him again. That smiling creature, the one who laughed with madness, she was still out there. He felt her shadow on him sometimes, watching, considering, simply waiting for the perfect moment. She'd always been inevitable.

"Oh, my mistress will be here before you know it. Whenever she feels like it. I bet she's waiting just so I can have my time alone with you first, just like I've always wanted." She chuckled to herself. "I never imagined it'd be like this."

There wasn't much for him to do but negotiate. He struggled in his shackles and tried to reason with the transformed lizard.

"If this is all the work of who I think it is - I've dealt with her before. I couldn't save the last one. She's deceptive. Devious. Whatever she's offering you, you can't trust her ..."

Cal just gave another snicker.

"But she's already fulfilling her promises, and then some! Everything I want, and so much more. Like you. Little gift-rap that you are ..."

Her growing arousal made him aware of just how big her cock had grown. He was pretty certain she didn't even have one before her corruption, yet now she was sporting a huge spire adorned with a complex pattern of ridges much like those down on her spine. It looked imposingly stimulating, and it was already slick all over by the time it was firm, a trail of potent precum pouring down its green length. She rubbed it against his thigh, then his hip, stepping around behind him so she could squeeze his ass. His penchant for being perpetually well-dressed wasn't going to help him much. Her lengthened claws cut through all the fabric just fine, tearing off his dress shirt, ripping it away from his muscled top half so she could stroke and scratch along his bare scales, taking her time admiring that handsome form of his. He knew there was no reasoning with her when she was that horny. Though he wished she'd spared his pants at least.

Those two got ripped off his body, one shred at a time, leaving him with rings of fabric near those four shackles and no other clothing. His balls bounced as they were exposed, his boxers coming off in a single tear, tossed aside and briefly catching fire when they landed near those candles. They faintly smoked while she gripped his bare ass, hefting his thick tail up and over her shoulder to keep it out of the way while she groped him. An intruding finger stroked up along the back of his nuts, then his taint, finally pressing to his tender rim and stimulating him there a while. She growled at him, biting his shoulder as she teased him, slowly moving to penetrate him and leave him grunting around her digit as it sank inside. Pushing until she was knuckle deep, she worked that way for a while, making his cock give the occasional twitch inside its slit, but he refrained from showing it off just yet. While she toyed with him, another figure stepped in, another of the missing ones, showing off the full extent of her corruption.

Frankie had taken to the demon's influence much like Cal had, shaping up her bust, her butt, her thighs to somewhere beyond exceptional. She'd been curvy enough as a mortal, but now she glowed a deep ocean blue with those luminescent markings interwoven over her skin. Her teeth were legion, locked and layered as if they went on forever. Her eyes blazed with something dark, her cock stood taller, thicker, a dozen piercings decorating the tower that was that oversized shark dick. Her balls were tapping back and forth against her inner thighs, looking ever so weighty, swollen, oversized even compared to the rest of her body. Her presence only added to the persistent scents assaulting his senses and willpower alike, the oceanic shark musk leaving him gritting his teeth, pursing his lips, trying not to let the combined scent of those two corrupted beauties get to him. But there was a reason he wasn't squirming much, even while Cal pulled her finger out and replaced it with her prodding, pumping cock. Getting fucked by that shy, nerdy gal he'd known wasn't how he saw this investigation going.

"Ooh, yeah! Get that big stud! Fuck him dumb! Show him what you can do now!" the shark encouraged, flashing her grin at Cal and Viktor alike.

She didn't move to join in, instead just letting the komodo have her turn with her crush. Cal pushed inside and finally made the raptor's dick slip from its slit, slickly pushing out into sight while she started fucking his fine ass. For such a muscular guy, he still had that solid, shapely booty, perfectly padded for pumping and plapping. She spanked him with her oversized nuts, stimulated him with her piercings and her ridges, tingling him until he had no choice but to firm right up. Frankie gave a laugh similar to that of her own unseen mistress when she saw that red shaft filling out, forming a thick knot from the sheer pleasure of all those grinding textures. Cal's teeth dug into his scales deeply enough to pierce them, ever so slightly wounding him while she fucked his ass with the force of all her hidden desire over the years she knew, or knew of him. The sound of scaly nuts smacking against his butt rang out to a ridiculous level, getting wetter with each slap echoing through the chamber. There was still no sign of their dark mistress, but he knew she'd show her face in time. Soon.

Plowing that raptor until his belly bulged with the shape of her dick, Cal lost herself in the bliss of finally having what she wanted. Shirazi had promised her so much, and this seemed like the first part of fulfilling that promise. Bottoming out in that tight stud rump, she dug her teeth in a little deeper, drawing a light taste of his blood while she finished inside him. She left him solid, swollen, and sloshing with her hot cum. He wondered if corruption worked second-hand, or if he needed it right from the source. Either way, he was already feeling his defenses breaking down, his mental discipline breaking, or perhaps failing all his rolls, to put it in terms Cal might have enjoyed once. The normal Cal, anyway. She was something else now, and so was the shark, glowing like something found on the very bottom of the ocean, in the blackest, darkest reaches, grinning like something straight out of hell. Before she laid a hand on him, she instead raised a hand and snapped her fingers, seemingly calling off those seemingly intelligent chains, unshackling the raptor, leaving him to slide off that dick and fall to his knees before her with a belly full of komodo spunk. He didn't rise.

Instead, he remained kneeling before the corrupted sharkess, letting her stroke her fingers through his feathers, grope his skull, dancing a new set of claws along his scales. She drew him in to that finely-perfumed cock he wanted, letting his natural desires to do the speaking for him. He couldn't hold back the urge to lick. Soon she had the handsome detective kneeling before her, licking her fat nuts, swiping back and forth to taste every trace of her sharky musk he could get. After that, he slipped one of them right into his mouth, letting it fill out his whole maw while he sucked it clean, moving to the other, getting as much of her taste as he possibly could. It wasn't even something he thought about. It came automatically for him, without a second thought. He simply needed to taste her, to service her, and he licked her balls right to the back, touching her taint with his tongue before moving up to ascend the spire of piercings that was her cock. Weaving from ring to stud, stud to ring, he worked his way to the very tip, mopping up all the raindrops of precum she poured down on his snout while he worshipped her cock. That was the only way to describe the reverence with which he licked her, the kind that made Frankie wink over at Cal while the lizard panted against one of the walls, cum trickling from her still-rigid cock. The komodo wasn't exactly jealous, though she was certainly impressed at how willing Viktor got after just one good fuck.

Soon the dino was eagerly sucking Frankie's dick, working her, pleasuring her, adoring her with every slurping dive down to the base. Maybe some of that corruption really had rubbed off on him, given how easily he throated that entire length without so much as a flinch. He swallowed it down and savoured her taste, massaging her with the fork of his tongue. She barely even had to fuck his face, but of course she did anyway. The powerful reptile looked so very small, kneeling between the shark's thick thighs while she towered over him, thrusting into his muzzle, using his throat for a fucktoy, bulging out those dark scales while she rutted deep inside him. The pleasure was almost secondary to the sheer power that came with dominating someone who might have once intimidated her with his size and strength. She made her mistress proud, plowing that rap nice and sloppy, leaving his lips and chin streaked with the excess juices pumping from her cock, leaking out with her every backstroke until he glurked around her tip enough times to make her cum.

The changes that had come over her meant Frankie had access to all sorts of new sounds, and she showed them off with a frightful shark snarl while she climaxed in Viktor's mouth. That unholy sound soon blended in with the splurch of her fat cumload shooting down his throat, overflowing his mouth, pouring down his chest. It soaked him, painted him, coated him in her creamy essence to mark him with her musk. He just rubbed it into his scales, mindlessly massaging his pecs and bloated belly to get that scent deeper into his scales, to let her claim him, dominate him, humiliate him. She held herself down his throat until he weakened, only pulling out to spurt on his face when he seemed close to passing out. He fell to his hands and knees before her as if in worship, coughing, gasping, suddenly remembering he was still mortal and had to breathe when she was finished. While he hacked up some excess shark seed, letting it drool from his open mouth in long, thick strands, he heard a voice in his head. It didn't belong to either the shark or lizard.

"You always felt me there, didn't you? I tasted you once. I'll do it again. Every road led to me. You'll sleep sweetly among the souls, dino. I'll take the last taste of your memory and keep it for my own."

When he'd mostly caught his breath, he turned his attention to the curtain, expecting to see a third figure there. It was conspicuously absent. Yet the rumble of the building, the structure rattling around them and making the candles flicker spoke of someone near. Someone big. Shirazi's thralls were already so massive. Just how big had she grown in her recent feasting? It was all coming back to him now. Her name, her nature. The demon who had menaced him once had found him once more, drawing him into her lair, and she made her introduction in a way befitting of her unsubtle self. The floor shook, the walls trembled, and there came a tremendous crash as the hyena made her own door, smashing through the wall to grab the raptor from behind and slam him to the ground, a devastating suplex that left him seeing stars. He looked up to see a spinning image of the towering demoness and her shining fangs reflecting the flickering flames, looming above his fallen form as the dust settled. Then she grabbed him, plucking him up as if he didn't weigh a thing.

"Do you remember that dark night, Viktor?" Her voice was barely above a whisper then, yet trembling with something more intense brimming beneath the surface. "You left her in my clutches. That sweet spotty thing, all mine to keep. Did you really think you'd get away forever? I'm stronger now. I eat them as I please. Do you hear their screams beneath the stripes? The passengers know they'll never be anything but me."

He gave his head a shake, the memory of that fateful incident suddenly breaking through the haze, striking him. It had gone half-remembered in the days since, a terrible thing that formed a black cloud in his mind. Now he remembered. Now he knew the sort of danger he was truly in. It was one thing to perish, but she could do so much more than end him. In his rising fear, all he could think to do was apologize.

"I didn't mean to leave you ..."

"You never will again" she snapped at him with a lash of her tongue.

She hadn't been that big last time they met. The feast of the betrayed ones had helped her grow to nearly twice his size, displaying heft unlike anything he'd ever seen, beyond what was mortally possible. Her tits might have outweighed him, her ass could have crushed him, her jiggly belly remained paunchy after digesting those luscious souls. Her horns curved about her skull in those elaborate patterns, and she stood on two solid hooves taken from her previous meals. That wasn't the only trait she'd borrowed. Digesting that well-hung mare meant transforming her own cock into something even more impressive, sporting a pitch black horsecock that stood up huge and solid, half as big as the raptor was tall, and nearly as thick. He soon found himself introduced to it face-first, smothered up against the cumslit, subjected to an assault of velvet-sweet silver-musk of the sort that only a demoness could bear. It was more potent than the thickest perfume, absolutely rich, mind-melting, eye-watering, and every swallow he took of it left him gasping for more. Her scent sustained him, broke him, mesmerized him into a drooling slut, a worshipful shell of his former self, in seconds. If she wished it, she could have had another thrall under her control from nothing more than one good whiff, but she desired something else from him. She wanted everything.

"She feels it," came Shirazi's hiss. "I feel her feel it. The doe clenches taut and the mare pumps with need. Such good flesh they make."

There was no need for her to speak further while she started to consume him. A shove against his face had him schlurping past the slight resistance of that slit, letting him feel it clamping down about his face with that soft inner flesh massaging his scaly features. Shirazi's horsecock flared out at the pleasure of having someone inside, working with internal strength that was powerful enough to slurp him right inside, leaving her almost struggling against her own sinful appetite to keep from consuming him all at once. Instead, she gradually dipped him into the firmly undulating musk-sauna that was the inside of her dick, slowly plunging him in down to his shoulders only to pull back out. She wasn't just swallowing him down her dick, but also pleasuring herself with him, using him for a toy of sorts, sounding him in and out of that hungry slit while it clenched and tried to gulp him down in a single swallow. Instead, she resisted that urge, and kept him sliding in and out, working herself up until those veins bulged taut all over her spire, interwoven in a web of curvy patterns, flexing with the force, the might of her purely demonic arousal.

And oh the sounds it made. She sucked him slowly inside, more and more, only to squeeze him back out, letting his scales grind along the sensitive inner flesh, and all the while it was making the most sinful of slurping noises. He found himself immersed in the deafening schlurrrrrrrps as she shoved him down her dick, inch by inch, leaving him closer to the churning cumtanks waiting for him below. A demoness didn't care how bodies worked. She could store her jizz wherever she wanted, and that meant her nuts were sloshing with seed, swinging back and forth, clenching up tight while they gurgled with unnatural hunger, just waiting for the handsome raptor stud to devour and digest into more of that demon jizz. Her essence was potent, mind-breaking, leaving Viktor little more than a drooling mess, a complete blank slate for her to impose upon, to imprint her will of consuming him in the lewdest of ways. The pleasure that came with fucking her own cock with the raptors body meant she was engorged to the point of nearly bursting, left with her teeth interlocked in a terrifying snarl, the pressure building and building as she went. Her balls were getting fatter. They sagged lower, heavier with the weight of all the cum he was helping her churn up before he was even inside them. And there was only going to be more of that nut-stuffing mess once she'd fully swallowed him. Not much longer now.

Such a lovely outline his muscled body made in that oversized horsecock. That stolen shaft squeezed up extra tight around his top half, pressing him closer and closer to her waiting nuts. Shirazi stroked herself all the while, letting the pleasured contractions drag him to the core of her being. The cackle that escaped her while she ran her fingers up and down her stolen equine dick was the most wicked of all.

"She loves how you feel, Viktor. She throbs while you slide down inside her. Her lust, her hunger became my own, and now it will destroy you. Your eternity will fuel my cumshot."

Even before she'd fully taken him inside, she was already hungrily tugging at his soul, as if taking little nibbles of his spiritual essence. He could feel her power penetrating him, pulling that last remnant of his being to the forefront, letting him know just how vulnerable he truly was. There was nothing she couldn't take from him, nothing she couldn't claim for her own. All he could do was try his best to huff some actual air into his lungs to prepare for getting dunked down into the cum load bubbling and churning up hot and thick in her nuts. That preparatory breath was tainted by her musk, barely sustaining him before he ended up submerged in demon spunk, immersed in her scent, her taste, accidentally swallowing plenty of it simply from the force with which she shoved him into his sac. It clenched up tight around his face, showing her thralls a faint outline of a raptor's features as she delved down deep. There was no getting out. It squeezed him, kneading him, rolled him about to massage him into submission while assaulting him from all sides with the most overwhelming scent of sex he could ever imagine. Even while she slurped the rest of him inside, slathering up his thighs, letting his wriggling tail slither down her flexing shaft, he was still left gasping, coughing, fading ever so swiftly once he splashed his way to the surface. There wasn't much room in there.

He was soon curled up in the demon's balls, sagging and swinging her sack with his weight, up to his neck in fresh-churned hyena cum. It sloshed about him, splashing him in the face, making his efforts to swallow air rather than jizz consistently fail. Slowly planting herself down in the ruined room, she sat among the candles with her balls resting on the floor. They jumped and wobbled about not with Viktor's own struggles, but with the ferocity of their hungry, groaning, gurgling, glorping digestive process, rubbing the raptor until he was soft and malleable, kneading him into a more gooey form while her thralls watched. Of course they couldn't keep their hands off. Four eager hands were soon tending to her as shark and lizard alike massaged her ravenous sack, feeling the powerful dino digest right beneath their palms. Even with their newly transformed confidence, they couldn't help but slip into an awed state just watching her work, watching her destroy another mortal simply for the pleasure of feeling him melt down inside her. She curled her toes, smacked her tail against the ground, curled her lips back to show off the full extent of her demonic snarl, but mostly she just moaned. Even a demoness like her could barely handle the unspeakable pleasure that came with turning someone's body and soul alike into cum-fuel. And such potent fuel it was.

Once there was little solid left of the raptor's body, all sloshed down to a thick, simmering paste that grew less and less distinguishable from the cum all around him, she started work on his soul. The walls of her nuts ensured it couldn't escape, couldn't float away to whatever might have been waiting for him after his jizz-churned demise. No, he was hers, all hers, and she started assimilating that energy just as well as she had his flesh. Her balls lit up bright and blue while she burned away the last remnants of his existence just to make her balls fatter, stuffed with extra cum. She melted him down to a little fragment, to a tiny sliver of his former self, a trace left deep down in her nuts while they bloated plump and heavy with all the extra seed that energy made for after a sloppy conversion. Nothing but a vessel to exact pleasure from, imprisoned in her body, keeping her big fat balls pumping, loudly churning, squeezing up against her body to twitch and throb beneath the touches of her thralls. When her cumshot came, it glowed its way up her flaring horsecock, stretching it, bulging it, forming the base into a fattened knot much like that of the raptor she'd digested.

It occurred to them a few moments too late that they were in a relatively small space with the oversized demon and her massive cock, ready to blow. Her veins pulsed, her medial ring flared up along with the mushroom head of her transformed dick. A stretch of that broad cumslit and she blew hard enough to douse the surrounding candles in an instant, soon flooding the floor with that digested raptor, with that jizz made out of pure, concentrated existence. It came out white and shimmering, shining with the reminder that it had once been a life that squirted from her cock. Frankie and Cal were overtaken by the tidal wave of demon cream, the ritual chamber flooding, pooling with her seed, submerging them in her liquid lust until they couldn't stay above the surface. Down to the bottom they went, completely engulfed in her essence, feeling it invading them, changing them, marking them forever as hers while that seed took away their last shred of mortal existence. They were given an unholy baptism in freshly-churned soul-touched hyena cum, slowly blacking out as that overpowering musk drenched every last aspect of their being. Through her darkness and corruption, they would be reborn.


When they emerged from the shroud of madness, they were in a warm place. Shirazi sat upon a throne of skulls and bones, her figure larger than ever before. She was a titan, a monster of a hyena, her figure made even more massive as she posed atop the thousands of bones taken from those she'd ruined and ended, for good. Some of them were new additions to the pile. She rested one arm upon a deer skull, hollowed, polished, complete with those stubs where his antlers had once been, just to make it clear who she was keeping there as a trophy. At her right hand there was an emptied horse skull, a reflection of the mare she'd digested and absorbed into her demonic curves. Then, down near her feet, with one hoof planted atop the cranium were the raptor's bones. She put some pressure on them, lightly cracking a femur. How she'd managed to retrieve such remains after so utterly destroying her prey wasn't clear, but it didn't matter to them. Frankie stepped forth first, coming to cling to her mistress' leg. Calastia eventually attached herself to another. Shirazi let out a soft snicker like her equivalent of a sigh.

"So your service begins, bound to me forever. Do you like the sound of that, sweet things?"

Frankie rubbed herself up against one of the hyena's calves, humping like a dog, nibbling on that striped fur as she made use of her demonically enhanced teeth. They didn't hurt Shirazi any. Or if they did, she liked it. After those nibbles, Frankie moved up to rub her face against the demon's balls, her snout pressing to one of those titanic orbs. She revelled in its size, her words dripping with awe and adoration.

"Yours ... forever ..." she murmured, the ecstasy of servitude overwhelming her, rendering her, for once, nearly speechless.

Cal was having even more trouble properly communicating how she felt. She slathered up the hyena's skin with her saliva, enjoying the flexibility of her long, yellow tongue. It could do tricks she'd never done before, and that was merely the first of many perks that came with fully giving her soul over to her dark lady. Up she went, laying her head against the hyena's leg, she hissed her satisfaction, then growled, rumbled, simmering with inner fire while she licked and serviced the demon. She was more dragon than a dragon, and Frankie had become a creature of the deep, something more than a shark. But the changes ran so much deeper than the aesthetics. There was so much power in the demon that even the smallest taste of her gift had elevated them beyond everything they once were.

"Yessss, mistresss ..."

She made sure to exaggerate the sound in the way she knew Shirazi liked. Together, the two of them were content to adore her for eternity, just like that, awaiting her next command. But they weren't the only ones who worshipped her. Shirazi had grown bigger, stronger, and her influence had grown right with her. Another laugh sprang from her as she sat luxuriantly on her throne of lost souls, and she beckoned to the figures waiting in the shadows. The corrupted ones stepped forth, their bodies changed to something better, their assets soft and perfect, their fangs and eyes as fearsome as their mistress' own.

Some of them were familiar. A leopardess stalked forth alongside her dark-furred twin, their snarls nearly feral, their curves truly magnificent. A tigress and her panther walked together, silently proud of the corruption overtaking their aged forms. A lioness, a deer, a pig, they walked forth with fangs or tusks alike jutting from their jaws, their grins of depraved delight gleaming on their faces. And so many more. There were hordes, legions ready to worship the striped one, to bask in her scent and presence, to touch and taste her silver fur. The only reward they needed for their service was her eternal approval, and the tiniest traces of her power. Frankie and Cal weren't the first, and they were far from the last. But they were going to do everything to ensure their mistress continued growing, in size and power alike, to gather the souls of the undeserving and help her feast until her corruption spread as far as it could reach. This world, and the next. Every plane, every reality. Every story told would be about her, from then on. Nothing else could ever be better.


It wasn't a matter of growing tired of her favourite playthings. Instead, sometimes Shirazi grew so fond of them that she simply couldn't resist her darkest urges. She was an impulsive demon in the purest sense of the word. Sometimes she needed more than just service, more than their eternal pledge of submission. Or maybe in the moment, the idea simply appealed to her more than anything else. It felt good. That was justification enough for her. All it took was a flash of desire and the demoness snatched up her thralls to consume, utterly and permanently. Frankie and Cal had witnessed it plenty of times during extended worship sessions. They would writhe about the hyena as two of a dozen or so bodies adoring her at once, they would tend to her every need, but there was always that moment of anticipation that came when she searched among the many, letting her desires guide her. All were silent in the moments she snatched up one of her corrupted thralls and devoured them on the spot, never to be seen again but for the fat upon her curves for the others to worship. It was hardly a miserable end for the demon's meals. They were uplifted, dwelling not in hell but eternally as part of her chaotic flesh. They lived not in fear that her hungry gaze might fall on them some day, but content in knowing their mistress might choose them to be part of her forever.

Even some who had been there before the two of them fell to Shirazi's appetite. The lioness vanished in a snap of hyena jaws one day, and that was the end of her. The demon took her time with the leopardess, teasing her in her slavering maw, but she too disappeared merely because Shirazi willed it, digested and gone. And many more. The hyena always shook with pleasure just to destroy someone utterly like that. Her appetite was getting stronger. Yet her devotees never diminished. There were always more to drag down to the depths with her, more to break and bind to her. It was more than either of them could possibly keep track of. Few of them ever spoke anything but praises for their mistress anyway. They were enraptured by her infernal beauty, ready to let her do anything to them. Even if it meant ceasing to exist, in body, mind, or spirit alike.

It was at one such worship session that Shirazi's impulses finally caught up to them. They were wrapped together, face to face, the shark on top of the lizard, the komodo's legs raised high to let Frankie fuck her while their mistress watched, stroking up and down that ebon horsecock, squeezing at that plump bulb that grew larger with each knot-bearing meal she digested. Her dick was nearly the size of the both of them by then, dribbling down with thick beads of her corrupting juices, splashing the scene of their indulgence. Frankie still fucked Cal good, even so many years of deep corruption later. That chubby dragon jiggled with every stroke, her cock spurting juices all over her belly, her breasts, making a mess of the both of them. She was left hiss-growling her way to climax, screaming flames while the shark gnawed and chomped her all over, but before either of them could finish, the demon grabbed them in both hands. In those moments, their hearts beat as one, sharing in the excitement that the time had finally come. They were going to be hers, truly hers.

She squished them together while they edged, pulsing in each other's embrace, making sure the shark stayed balls-deep in the komodo, or close enough while she turned them end over end, examining them from every side. Her power had grown to such an extent that her voice boomed when she spoke.

"You two were such fun when I found you. Such loyal servants, bringing me what I desired. It seems so long ago now. It seems like it was yesterday. It seems like it's tomorrow. A thousand souls scream within my flesh, and yet I still desire more. I promised you everything, my sweetest servants, my favourite things. And I will give you the greatest gift of all."

They didn't have an answer for her. Both of them were caught up, nearly cumnming for each other, still locked in the middle of their fuck by her squeezing grip. There was no squirming away, no denying her what she wished. Turning them upside down meant she could introduce them headfirst to the flaring spire of her equine dick. Its pitch black flesh shone brightly with the lubricating layers of juices flowing steadily from that broad slit. The watery gush trickled down over her veins, her medial ring, her solid knot. Such a messy squelch it was when she shoved both their faces into that clasping hole at once. A squeeze, a clench, and that grip began to drag them inside, together. They held each other close, the shark unable to pull out from the komodo's big scaly butt while the demon began to consume them. They would have been content to worship her for eternity, but this is what she wanted most. All they could do was accept the compliment, to embrace her flesh, to join with the body of she who had so enthralled them from the start.

The extended schliiick of her inner flesh working around their naked forms left them throbbing. Frankie couldn't move much, but she did her best to keep grinding, to keep fucking Cal all the way down Shirazi's dick. The heated musk of their mistress was ever-present since their service began, but sliding down that undulating tube towards the source of her spunk meant drowning in her essence. It had only grown thicker, more potent, more intoxicating with every soul she'd consumed. Their senses sizzled to numbness, even their demonic selves unable to handle just how rich her scent truly was. They kept grinding into one another, exchanging nibbles, slurps, even kisses while the demon dunked them down into their nuts. A hefty squeeze over their tits, then their bellies, their butts, and she kept swallowing. The sound of guzzling, of that cock ullping like a throat echoed around them, drowning out their noisy groans and gasps as climax continued to elude them right to the very bottom of the demon's balls.

The sauna of her sack was the scene of their final indulgence. She slurped away their feet and tails with a pop of juices spurting out in their wake, leaving the two of them to fuck their way down her dick and splash down into the pool waiting below. They'd been soaked in her seed a thousand times over, and yet every time it felt as stimulating, as purely arousing as their first taste. She'd only grown more potent as their appetites increased, ensuring she kept her slutty servants sated, no matter how needy they got. Rolling and sloshing about in her hot, fresh spunk was where they concluded their story of corruption. They fucked, they humped, thrusting into each other's bodies, madly grinding to one last climax before that cum overtook them. It was already eroding their finer details, wiping away their newfound features, their demonic transformation.

While the shark relentlessly pounded the komodo in the pool of hyena cum, she found her markings fading, her luminescence going dull, her stamina failing for the first time in however many years it had been. Cal too felt much like her former self once more, just that chubby awkward nerd, out of breath as they sweltered together in the prison of Shirazi's nuts. Nobody could have ever called the demon's cum purifying, but the truth of it was, she was unmaking them with every churn, and not just their bodies. Their corruption reversed as they finished their shaky climax, the shark's cum a spurt and not the firehose she'd grown accustomed to. Calastia found herself gasping, clenching, squeezing on that shaft, but she hardly reached the heights of pleasure and indulgence she'd tasted while in Shirazi's service. The two of them were once more nothing but the two nerdy mortals who'd summoned a demon, so many years ago. Uncorrupted and vulnerable. And that was when they truly realized what was happening to them.

All the intoxication washed away at once as they choked on her musk and struggled to stay afloat in her rising cum. Treading to the surface was harder and harder as their limbs softened, sloughed away, transformed into jizz with every tight knead of her nuts. They pulled up extra tight around her prey, outlining their fearful expressions, squeezing over their confined curves, dunking them down into the cream that rapidly consumed them. Splashing, flailing, even giving a gurgling scream or two, Cal sank down first, exhausted, drained, utterly unable to resist the call of defeat. She submitted to her terrible fate, fully comprehending the finality of it while that cum overtook her face, simmered her down, scales and skeleton alike, into little more than some extra weight in those over-engorged demon nuts. Frankie was more stubborn. It wasn't supposed to end like this. They were supposed to grow more powerful as they served her, supposed to be her chosen few, her favourites. And they had been, but it just so happened that made her want to eat them more, to digest them alive and terrified, fully aware of the horror of it all until their very last gasps. She wanted them to know.

Dipping her head down and sighing into the spunk that sloshed around her body, Frankie finally delved down to join Calastia. They started this all together, and so it only made sense that they would end that way. Not the ending they had wished for, but the unexpected was always to be expected when dealing with a demon. Shirazi massaged her shaft with both hands, cackling as she felt the shark simmer to a stop, Frankie's final twitches ceasing beneath the surface of those smooth black orbs. Their souls were already irrevocably broken by the hyena, and now so too was their flesh, demonic or not. There was nothing more for her to do with them but to flood her chamber of hell with the fresh white cum they made for. They mixed together, indistinguishable from one another as they spurted from her cock. A tidal wave of pure demon cream washed across the throne room, cascading over the others who knelt there in praise, knocking them flat, immersing them in her essence to see if they could swim.

The hyena shot them forth for minutes without pause, interrupting the stream with her jaws to sloppily chug down some of the load they became, just to consume them for a second time. She left herself up to her hooves in cum thanks to the pleasure of destroying them both at once. Perhaps their bond had made them more satisfying. But she didn't bother to think about it. Churning the ones who trusted her most only made her hungrier. She craved treachery and wickedness, wished for nothing more but to devour everyone in her path. All would come to know her name. And merely knowing she existed was enough for her to find them. To read of her exploits was to spell one's own doom, as if signing away body and soul alike on a demonic contract. Shirazi was always watching. She would not be satisfied until she'd consumed every last wailing soul, in her world and beyond.