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He'd been starting to choke in the snare when she found him. He'd been combative, too, either because or despite his situation, but he'd proven no match for her. Then again, it's hard to fight back when you're being pinned to the ground by your neck, ass up in the air for whoever to use. Regardless, having just been raped by another male (for she could smell he too was a male, despite seeing no balls or sheath on him), she wasted no time before stepping on his head, further pinning him down against the ground, and feeling him up.

It'd been delightful, feeling the brown male squirm and snarl and growl beneath her, unable to stop her from molesting him. His struggles and lashes only earned him a bitten and broken tail, and it didn't take a long time before she'd decided he'd be a fine toy to take her frustration and humiliation on. Allowing her aroused, eager for revenge demon a small bit of control over her body soon had her starting to feel a change between her hind legs. A couple of seconds later, she'd had a full set of male equipment - and a malicious grin had spread across her chops.

The thing about having a demon living inside you is that, if excited, it can grant near-unlimited stamina and arousal. This is what Kalla had received along with her new toy, and what the trapped chupacabra had been forced to endure.

For hours, the wolfess had used him every way she'd wanted, and the extra strength had allowed her to beat him senseless in order to use his muzzle. He'd never choked or gagged around her dick, but somewhere after the twelfth time she'd fucked his ass he'd certainly given up being combative. Maybe he'd learned his place. Maybe he'd started liking it, despite all the whimpering. After all, he'd ended up cumming in the middle of her stuffing his slit.

Regardless, she'd eventually released him from his trap. Coated, leaking cum from all holes, he'd collapsed to the ground, wheezing and more unconscious than anything else. She'd refused to pay it any mind as she hauled him away with assistance from her demon's help. It'd taken her a fair bit to get him to her own den, but she'd gotten the two of them there without much further issue.

That had been a week ago.

The formerly-ensnared beast had learned her name by now, and she'd learned his. Cinder, he'd told her mid-spat whilst getting uppity, and she'd ended up slamming him around. Something about him being unable to stay dead, and that her threats didn't scare him. That didn't mean he'd stopped being able to feel pain, so she'd delivered it until he learned his lesson. Repeatedly.

Now, the chupacabra was at a point where if she wanted to fuck something, he'd meekly ask how she wanted him. He could dish out dick as well as he could take it, too, and she'd asked him to on a few precious occasions. It seemed he really enjoyed being able to mount her, so whenever he was particularly well-behaved he'd allowed him that pleasure. It certainly worked to wrap him around her proverbial finger.

Most other times though, he was her personal fuck-toy. Occasionally her pissing rug, too, or her biting/scratching bag. Whatever she wanted him to be, he'd accept it, half out of fear of something worse, and half out of hoping he'd get a reward from it. He certainly looked the part.

Tonight, she wanted something more. He'd said he wouldn't stay dead, and she wanted to test that out. That, and she was hungry.

She woke him up by sitting on his head. As expected, he immediately jolted awake, only to find his face being smothered by a canine pussy.

"Oh, I didn't see you there, my bad," she teased him, which only elicited a whimper from him. It wasn't the first time she'd woken him up like this, and he'd learned what she wanted. She'd also learned that he could withstand this a surprising amount of time before passing out, so he couldn't bluff her anymore. That had been a very painful lesson to learn.

So he started licking, all the while doing his best to breathe despite her weight on him. He knew that the sooner he got her off the sooner she'd climb off, and that proved true once again: as soon as she was satisfied by cumming all over his face, she got off him with the same usual domineering growl. There had been a time when he'd responded with one of his own, but that time was past him now. Instead, he merely rolled over to his paws and feet.

"What else may I do for you tonight?" He asked, with his meekest voice yet. She grinned.

"Tonight I want you to die."

A shudder ran down his spine at that and his ears shot right up, eyes wide open. Was this a test? Was she trying to coerce some of his confidence back out? He didn't want it to come back: he'd gotten used to merely having to worry about what the wolfess wanted, and getting rewards if he was perfectly well-behaved. Rising up to her bait always ended up with excruciating pain in one way or another.

So he merely nodded, heart thumping in his chest. "Yes, ma'am. How do you want me to die?"

The grin widened. He'd certainly learned his place. Rather than answering him, she gave way for her demon to take over, and transform her body into the form that usually meant he was about to take a beating for misbehaving. Slowly, her body grew in size, until it became as large or larger than the largest draft horse, her eyes literally aglow with malice. Wicked-sharp horns grew from her head (a shudder went down his spine), and her own teeth and claws grew to that blasted length: the one that had left their mark on him so many times before.

On her end, it was quite a thrill to see him tremble in place as she grew larger than him: so familiar with Kalla's demon body and everything it could do to him, but unable to escape or even try to challenge her. An amused growl escaped her throat.

"Good boy. Seems like you're as ready to satisfy me as you claim. Well, then," she started, sitting down and starting to lie down as she spoke. "I have one last use for you before I finish you off." Once on her side, she spread her hind legs, giving him a clear view of her still-slick sex. "Get in."

His body responded before his mind did, still too startled by her plans for the night, and he padded forward in a hurry. Probably for the better: it might have turned out worse for him if he'd hesitated. He'd never seen her pussy up close when it was this size, let alone attempted what she thought he wanted of him, but after a quick glimpse at her expectant face, it became clear that he hadn't misunderstood her. So he took a deep breath, faced her sex once again, and dove in.

It was slick and warm and soft to the touch, and that made the act of sliding inside, trying the same motions as he would use with his dick, considerably easier. It was almost reassuring, comforting, to feel those velvety walls starting to engulf him. Past a point he could feel them contracting around him, trying to pull him in deeper, and - was she moaning? He thought she was, but it was hard to know for sure, and not long after they were pulling him in faster than he could push. Behind him, he started feeling something soft pushing his hooves inside just as he reached her cervix - and just then the contractions became so strong he was sure he was about to get crushed. Doing his best to make it as painless as possible, he pressed his nose and forepaws into it to start sliding in, and slowly crawled into the wolf-demoness' womb. He had no delusions about what would happen next: with no air to breathe, he knew this would be his grave. Or at least, he wanted to believe it would: if he could suffocate here, he wouldn't need to be around when she pushed him back out and ate him. He exhaled.

With the chupacabra snugly inside her, and having just provided her with a second orgasm Kalla relaxed her body, rolling over to her back. The smaller beast's tail was still dangling from her sex, but that was hardly an issue: it only meant she'd be able to pull him out quickly. For now though, she simply enjoyed his presence inside her, the feeling of being gravid, and the knowledge that she had another life form inside her body.

Aroused once more thanks to that knowledge, she reached her forepaws down to fumble for that tail, broken and useless (grinning as she felt him shudder), and curled it around itself to start stimulating her clit, sitting up and starting to grind against it as she did. It took a bit of effort, especially considering it was her masturbating rather than being stimulated by someone else, but eventually she managed to bring herself to a third orgasm with the knowledge that she was still using the chupacabra's tail for her own pleasure.

With that out of the way, she laid back down, spread her legs, and reached in with her jaws to get a hold of and start tugging on that ruined tail. At the same time, she started pushing from within.

He came out unconscious. She growled at this, as she'd intended for him to suffer in his last moments. She knew he still had a heartbeat, so he was still alive, but she needed him conscious and breathing! In her rage, she started mindlessly slamming and smacking him around once again, only stopping when she heard a violent cough coming out from the smaller form.

Good.

Without wasting a beat, she pinned him down on his side, paw firmly pressing on his head, and sunk her teeth into his haunch. A strangled scream escaped him, but she didn't pay it any mind: she tugged and jerked until she ripped the limb right off its hip, and spent no time before viciously chewing it down. All the while he was slowly coming more to himself, and seemingly realizing that he was indeed being eaten alive. Rather than discourage her, it only invited her to hurt him worse.

In a firm motion, she rolled him onto his back and, pinning his one good hind leg against the floor as well, sunk her teeth into his groin. The howls of pain as she found her mark within him and pulled back only fueled her bloodlust further, and after having chewed his testes and genitals into a paste and swallowed, she dove back down - this time into his stomach.

Despite all his shrieking and squirming and struggling, frenzied with pain and horror, he had no means to stop her as she ripped him open and spilled his guts. If only he'd known he was only further encouraging her.

Soon, she'd emptied out his belly of its contents and, with him still pointlessly trying to grasp and push her paw off his head with his forelegs, she bit into his spine and snapped him in two - ripping off the bottom half of his body and setting it aside. He would be dead soon after all, between blood loss and shock, so she decided now was the best time to end the now shrill, blind panic-struck beast.

The forepaw holding his head down took a good grasp of it and lifted him. Then she smacked him down into a rock as hard as she could. Then again. And again.

The first blow killed him on the spot.

The second one cracked his skull wide open.

The third one completely destroyed it.

With the chupacabra dead and in pieces, and what was left of his body still twitching and weakly trying to push her away, Kalla lifted her paw to lick the beast's grey matter off it. Then she ripped his ribcage open to feast on the still-beating contents, before proceeding to rip off and chew down her prey's remaining limbs. The tail she took her time with, as it was rather long and it was much more fun to slowly shear off one part of it at a time, starting at the tip and working her way to the base, than it would've been to just eat the entire thing at once.

By the time she was finished, only a select few broken pieces of bones and discarded entrails were all that was left of the beast she'd once found ensnared. Satisfied with her meal, she unceremoniously tossed those remains out for carrion-eaters and other vermin to feast on, and went back to sleep. She'd be looking forward to meeting the cryptid again should he truly be unable to stay dead.