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"You did what!?" Tirrah roared a demon's roar, trembling the blue skies specked with massive, puffy blood red clouds. The strength of her roar blew Sheer's cloak open, revealing her naked, silvery, furry body and prepared claws. Co-rulers of the land of demons or not, neither of them were beneath fighting tooth and claw, completely decimating whatever mountains just happened to be in the way in the process. Tirrah snorted loud, huffing in Sheer's face with a glare hiding a slight blush through her anger. Despite the clear four and a half foot difference between them and her added bulkiness, a fight would have taken at least a full day and there was no true guarantee that she'd win. Besides, Dane probably would have been able to see their battle from his window in her castle.

Sheer returned Tirrah's snort with her own, unfurling her cloak and letting it down in front of her werewolf-esque body, hiding her compact frame, sizable, but naked breasts, and deadly claws. Her ears fell flat before perking back up as she turned back to Tirrah's castle, focusing over a mile to see the young Dane laying in his bed with a book. "I asked him to spend the day cooking and cleaning for me while Aaron was away and before the night was over I decided to thank him."

"By sinking your damned claws into him!?"

"I'm sure he didn't mind." Sheer looked over to Tirrah's face, her massive fangs and panther-like head. She looked over her luscious thick, darkened purple fur and her stilled tail with a smirk before looking back to the castle. "Besides, you should've seen the look on his face when I told him it was his turn. Haven't seen anyone so excited to pull a tail in centuries."

Tirrah turned away with another snort, flicking her thin, furry, triangle-tipped tail down at the ground in the process. "You're supposed to be an Empress. Y-"

"And that forbids me from having a little fun?" Sheer snorted and looked back to Tirrah with a wide smirk. "You need to have those monster melons of yours squeezed harder than I thought."

Tirrah's eyes widened and she opened her mouth to speak, but there was only silence. A few moments later, Sheer spoke once more. "Rulers are not, we're not forbidden to exercise more than our fighting ability and our minds. The way I see it, Dane landed in our care, more specifically, in_your_ care for a reason. He can't die, from what we've seen, his body regenerates faster than ours, he's obedient, loyal, and he's got a hell of a-"

Silence fell over them mid-word, Tirrah narrowing her eyes at Sheer as her ears were filled with the sound of Sheer's long, wolfy tail sweeping across the ground behind her with a feverish wagging. Sheer finally cleared her throat before turning away with a chuckle, leaving Tirrah to focus on the far off Dane. "I'll say this: If you don't agree that he's worthy enough for at least a chance, you'd best prepare yourself. A century is a long time to be alone."

*****

Tirrah made her way up to Dane's room, waving off the guards as she passed them on the way. Dane was a very...special individual and ever since he had become something notable of the demon world she and Sheer put all they had into guarding him wherever he went. The excess of guards never seemed to bother him, but tonight there wouldn't be a single guard at all; she was all the protection he'd need and then some.

"Tirrah, a pleasant surprise as always..." Tirrah's final guard looked from Dane's doorway to her with a smirk from across the hall. Unlike the other guards, this one in particular was just a notch taller than Sheer, standing at about six feet tall compared to Tirrah's full ten. As a dragonesque demon her looks were extremely deceptive compared to much bigger, more vicious looking demons, which made her the perfect sentry to guard Dane and take down his captives should it be required.

Tirrah nodded, stepping in front of Dane's door and spinning around to fully face Uri, donning a large dark blue cape that contrasted her fur color and marked her as the ruler of her territory of the demon world, Shaydes. She looked down on her favorite of guards, but didn't smile or nod, she had enough on her mind to surprise even herself. "Uri." After a long while she finally nodded. "I'll ensure Dane's safekeeping. Feel free to take the night and following morning to do as you please."

Uri's eyes immediately widened, her oversized wings began to messily unfurl as her tail froze in place. "The whole night and tomorrow morning? What's the occasion...?"

Tirrah's eyes narrowed just a little. Just behind her was a door to something she hadn't done in over centuries and she didn't have a single idea how she was to go about doing it or explaining herself. The last thing she wanted was to scramble her thoughts even more. Luckily enough, Uri caught the hint without much trouble, bowing and turning away.

"Heheh, gotcha." Uri folder her wings nearly behind her before dashing off down the hallway. Aside from the pitter-patter of her feet touching the stone floor one after another, the entire western wing was quiet, just enough to ease up Tirrah's mind. Only a minute later Uri was gone, assumedly flying out of a window to do whatever it was she wanted. Breaks were quite uncommon, rare enough to ensure that she and Dane would be completely undisturbed regardless of what would transpire.

Eventually Tirrah turned to face Dane's door reaching out for the knob before stopping. What if something went wrong? Tirrah's eyes widened at the thought. Admittedly, she was much more excitable than Sheer, and even though she had a much easier time keeping her cool, she couldn't deny that being nearly twice Dane's height and who-knew-how-much times his weight had her rather unnerved. What if she hurt him? Then what would there be to say? Would the guards even come to Dane's aid fast enough? A sudden inward growl quelled her thoughts.

Nothing was going to go wrong. She gripped the door's handle with an abrupt boost in confidence. If nothing else, she trusted Sheer's judgement, and despite her inexperience compared to Shaydes' other ruler, she somehow knew that they'd both be alright. Somehow...

With a near silent deep breath, Tirrah turned the doorknob and pushed her way into Dane's room. Her first few steps inside slowed to a quick stop as Dane immediately turned himself from a book to face Tirrah. Once more, silence fell upon them as Tirrah closed the door behind herself and Dane sat up from laying on his back. Despite his dark skin, his face almost seemed immediately flushed at the sight of her.

"Dane..." Tirrah locked the door behind her, watching Dane's eyes zip from her to the doorknob. Only a moment later, he sat up, letting his feet hang off the bed and his long, spiky, flowing hair relax behind him. She looked away as she started toward him, her mind going completely blank as she attempted to reorganize her thoughts. Luckily enough, Dane's room was the second largest in the castle compared to her own, and just as lavish. From the drake-silk curtains and the ornate tapestries on each wall, to the very design of his monstrous bed, whose size just so happened to match her own, she had enough extravagancies to distract herself from the current matter at hand for as long as she wanted. Regardless, not facing Dane head on almost left a bitter taste in her mouth, like that of defeat.

All the while, Dane focused on Tirrah's body, unable to deny that his last day with Sheer had changed the way he saw the rulers of Shaydes. Tirrah was powerful and she looked just as ferocious to match, at the same time, he could almost feel how soft her body was under her fur. As her wide hips swayed from side to side in a display of royalty and unprovoked sensuality he could imagine gripping them tight, slipping his hands between her inner thighs and his face between her monstrous bust. Just as she looked to him though, he looked away, first at the book, then down at Tirrah's feet, unable to do away with the thought of Tirrah's voluptuous figure swaying from one side to the other. It wasn't that he had never thought about some alone time with them, but with Sheer making such dreams a reality, it was easier than ever to visualize them.

After what seemed like an eternity, Tirrah finally made her way to Dane's side, sitting down beside him with her hands in her lap. Her heart was thumping just as hard as his and her palms, though padded, were just as sweaty. Mating with Dane had never crossed her mind before, not even once, but after Sheer's claims she couldn't help but consider the idea herself. Maybe it was what she needed, and a century _was_a long time to be alone...either way, as long as Dane was interested, there wasn't a reason not to give him a chance. She just needed a way to get started...and awkward silence definitely wasn't it.

"Tirrah, what's up?" Dane's gaze shifted away from her before he suddenly looked up to her face. He looked over her whiskers as her nose twitched during an inhale, then he focused on her eyes. His face was still rather flush, and signs of his nervousness was apparent in more ways than one, his wagging foot, the sweat on his brow, even the sound of his breathing pointed to how weird everything had become for him. Even so, he shrugged off as much as he could as quickly as he could.

For a long while, Tirrah didn't respond, she didn't look over or make a single sound as she juggled the thought of coaxing Dane into submission to her. Suddenly she looked over to Dane, forcing hair all over his body to stand on end. Her internal qualms on the matter settled just as quickly as they arose. It simply wasn't in her being to be scared or nervous, at least, not for long, but ultimately what set her off was the strangely familiar, unsettled look in Dane's eyes. There they were, after all, sitting side-by-side without a single soul to interrupt, a full night ahead of them, and Dane didn't hint, even a little, at discomfort.

Tirrah turned her body to face Dane entirely, she sank her claws into his covers and began to lean over him, planting her palm on the bed beside him. Immediately she had him in submission, his body leaned back and his sweaty palms next to her claws. Her massive breasts loomed over his chest and she looked down into his eyes, her sight strangely focused on him, noticing every miniscule twitch in his body, and the slow rise and fall of his chest with each breath. She started to smirk at the thought, even wider as Dane started to scoot out from under her, unknowingly making his way toward the corner. She couldn't help but follow him, eager to reap the fruits of her conquest.

All the while Dane continued to scoot backward, his heart thumping as Tirrah shifted to her knees and prowled toward him. He was nervous and his mind was frantic, but not even for a single moment, was he scared; the look in her eyes told him not to be. Eventually Dane's back met the headboard as he froze in place and Tirrah lost her cloak amidst the prowl, breathing in and out deep breaths one after another. Only a few moments later she stopped over Dane, straddling his legs and looking down on him past her breasts, dwarfing his human body with her voluptuous felinesque figure. Afterward, near silence fell upon them.

"T-Tirrah...? A-Are y-"

Before Dane could finish Tirrah raised a finger to his lips, silently shushing him as she gripped the side of his pants with her other hand. She leaned forward slowly, becoming locked in Dane's gaze before she turned her head to the side. Her breasts found their way to Dane's trembling chest as her rough tongue slipped across the underside of Dane's neck shortly followed by her fangs. Dane couldn't help but tilt his head to the side, making way for a second lick to send his mind ablaze, his hands twitched in anticipation and his pants almost seemed to shrink on him.

Tirrah's claws found their way to the top of Dane's shirt and the velvety softness of her nose met the tip of Dane's. She took a silent breath between her pants as she spoke, running her tongue over Dane's lips. "Go on...grab me wherever you want..."

Despite Tirrah's size and her ferocious appearance, she was far less forceful than Sheer, who began her night with Dane by locking him in her room and tackling him to the floor. Part of him appreciated her gentle, albeit intimidating approach, then again, an even bigger part of him couldn't wait to see what he had known her for: her strength. His body seemed to obey without even thinking, he reached forward and took up Tirrah's waist. The tips of his fingers sank into her lush, dark purple fur just hard enough for him to feel her breath over his lips again. He couldn't help what came next, the kiss on her nose that, with her help, slowly became a deep kiss.

The feel of her rough tongue against his was something he knew he'd never forget, her breasts against his chest and the subtle moans that echoed about the room alongside the sound of splitting fabric. In the midst of pushing against Tirrah's breasts, making an attempt to fit his arms around her massive body, she pulled him from the headboard and tossed his shirt aside, taking a deep breath of his strangely humanesque scent, one that stirred her compassionate side and wild side all at once. She broke apart their connection, leaving him sitting up as she fumbled the button to his pants but only for a moment before gripping the entire front of his pants with both hands.

The next thing Dane knew, his pants were gone and Tirrah's eyes were as wider than he'd ever seen before. They almost seemed to match the grin on Sheer's face when she managed to tear his clothes off. Tirrah's near-silent panting became more noticeable as her eyes narrowed and she began to straddle Dane's upper legs, using two fingers to comb through the softest fur on her body, her pubic fur, to reveal her sweet-scented and inviting insides.

Dane licked his lips at the sight of Tirrah's sex and his somewhat flaccid member began to expand in anticipation. Meanwhile, Tirrah couldn't help but reach down, triggering a slight flinch from Dane before she gently gripped his member, easing a soft groan from the back of his throat. She hadn't seen very many humans at all, nor had she actually seen an excessive number of demon cocks since becoming one of Shaydes' rulers, but she could say with unwavering certainty that what Dane kept in his pants was far from human. For something flaccid and from someone so small, it actually fit in her hands.

Whether it was all of that magic he had been exposed to before he had taken up residence in her castle, she didn't know and couldn't make herself care. The longer she held it, the more of Dane's innocent, delicious, human musk she breathed in, the more she wanted him. Her body had never felt so hot before in her life, and for the first time in a long while, her breasts began to lactate. She gave Dane's member a rough squeeze as she leaned over him, stroking it gently, commandingly as she looked deep into his eyes. She wanted him to know what was coming next and how long she had been waiting for it, but with her essence beginning to spill over Dane's legs, her heavy scent filling she air, and the glazed look in his eyes, she figured he already had a clue.

As Dane's member grew more firm in her grip, filling her sex with a voracious hunger he couldn't help but shut his eyes tight beneath her. He ran his hands up to her breasts, squeezing them, running his palms over her milk-soaked fur with a lick of his lips. It didn't take long for Dane's demon cock to fully inflate, revealing the truth of its size and shape to her, the tapered tip and awkwardly bulbous base caught between humanity and a wolf's knot. His pre collected at the tip before spilling over, covering Tirrah's furry fingers and drizzling about his belly and hips. The scent of it was unlike anything Tirrah had ever smelled before, almost like it was carefully constructed to fit her tastes.

Between feeling more turned on than she had been in a long while and suddenly thirsty for her little human, she let her body respond on its own. She reached down low between her legs, using two fingers to reveal her glowing, pinkish sex, before taking Dane's member between her thighs, running it over her slit and prodding her slit. Her eyes were wide, unfocused, and her gaze was blurred, her body twitching every moment his cock throbbed against her. Suddenly it was hard to imagine going without something so unbelievable for so long.

Once her thighs were coated with Dane's subtly squirting precum and the room was filled with their combined scents, she leaned forward, far over Dane and gripped the headboard with both claws. More ready than she had ever been before, she fumbled Dane's cock between her thighs until he suddenly grabbed it and replaced a hand on her hip. Just as eager to begin as she was, Dane guided Tirrah's body down, gripping her hip hard and glaring at his cock with a concentrated stare. Suddenly, just before they made contact, just after a squirt of pre coated Tirrah's sex as to mark it as his own, Tirrah dropped down hard.

Dane's teeth grit together and his ears rang, he'd never heard himself grunt so loud, nor had he ever heard such a loud, full moan in his life. As he looked up aimlessly, his gaze locked on Tirrah's massive rack, he caught Tirrah's maw and gaze in his sight. She was just as stunned as he was, and panting twice as hard. Every time his cock throbbed it trembled her body, and bounced her breasts, the thought formed a wide grin on his face.

Tirrah licked her lips and ran her long tongue over her fangs before slowly picking herself up. She could feel Dane's flowing precum, the strange new sensation of pleasure and warmth that spiderwebbed about the entirety of her being. As she picked herself up she left claw marks in the bed's polished headboard, forgetting her earlier worry as she planted her palms at Dane's side and dropped her full weight on his pelvis, gripping his cock like a vice. Her insides welcomed him, kneading his strangely familiar, demonesque shape longingly as she sank her claws into the bed at his sides and began to lift herself up, only to drop down on him.

Dane grunted loud with Tiraah's rising and falling, reaching up and grabbing her breasts as hard as he could, squeezing them together as his toes curled behind him. As she began to bounce on his cock his body and mind soon fell into the same lust that seemed to take over hers. His groping became a firm grip and he sank his heels into the bed and raised his knees just before thrusting into her.

Tirrah gritted her teeth hard before finally beginning to moan once more, stifling a scream as she smashed her body against Dane's pelvis. Her body trembled as it was touched in ways she hadn't dreamt of, and her mind began to melt as her gender quivered around Dane's cock. She couldn't help but want more, putting holes in the mattress beneath them, taking deeper and deeper breaths as she picked up speed.

"T-Tirrah...!" Dane spoke through his teeth eager to squirm about, but to no avail, his body almost naturally seeming to want control of the situation. His hands fell to her waist and he squeezed her tight as she rode his cock as hard as she could, letting her breasts bounce in a way he had never seen before. He licked his lips in anticipation, delving deep in that strange sense of lust and power that Sheer had instilled him with, catching a drop of Tirrah's thick, pungent, sweet milk on his tongue in the process. _The two queens of the demon world, and they wanted him _ .

In only a matter of moments his bed was rocking harder than it ever had before, and the echoes of screams and pleads to god had only become natural. His entire back had become wet with her liquid pleasure pouring over his cock and running down the sides of his hips, but it only thickened the scent, driving them both further in their pleasure.

Without a single warning Tirrah's roar was the first to come, her sex clamped hard around Dane's member as she drove it into her most sensitive spot once more. The deafening roar was enough to tremble the room and the rest of the castle with it as she leaned back, spreading her legs even wider and squirting all over Dane and the rest of the bed. Even being as big as she was, her orgasm even came as a surprise to even herself as she watched Dane turn his head at the wash of her excitement. Then only a moment later, his orgasm followed.

Against the trembling of the castle and the sound of her own, Dane could barely hear his own roar as he triggered a second from the depths of Tirrah's lungs. His cock throbbed wildly as he unloaded his viscous goop deep within her, marking her insides with his hot enjoyment. In only a matter of seconds, Tirrah came again, squirting all over Dane's body once more with deep pants and loud moans one after another, lowering her claws to her thin underbelly as Dane's seed began to noticeably bloat her body.

Tirrah's body almost started to fall limp, her mind drowned in pleasure as Dane gripped her hips, pulling her down as hard as he could. Suddenly, she couldn't decide what it was that Dane had a "hell of," but with his orgasm eventually settled down, quickly spilling out of her sex and pooling at his sides, she smiled wide at the panting, limp-bodied Dane, grunting softly as she pressed her fingers to her underbelly "A-Ah..." She panted softly. "You're not trying to prove anything to me, are you...?"

Confused, exhausted, and more turned on than ever, Dane couldn't manage anything but a small smile of his own as he relaxed under Tirrah's full weight. He licked his lips slowly as he opened his mouth to speak...until there was a loud slam on the door.

"Tirrah!? Dane!?" A series of footsteps and claws against wood and stone flurried behind the door following Uri's voice. "We heard the roar, is everything alright!?"

Tirrah looked to Dane for a moment and he looked back just long enough to catch her softly moaning. She gripped her belly and arched her back, gasping every time Dane's cock throbbed and sent a shock throughout her body. Somehow, she managed to forget that guards were at her the door and waiting on her answer, lost in the unique pleasure that she somehow forgot existed. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, the sound of the doorknob being turned caught her attention instantly.

"Tirrah!? We're coming i-"

"No!" Tirrah answered with quick and overpowering ferocity, triggering at least a dozen gasps from behind the door. The knob noticeably flicked back into place, hopefully, before they realized it was locked. "We're...alright...!" She gasped softly. "Just...having a bit of a roaring contest..."

There was silence for a long while, but no arguments. Tirrah couldn't help but smirk down at Dane. "Be on your way, unless, of course you'd rather spend the rest of the night and tomorrow morning on guard!"

Almost immediately the sounds of the guards trailed off until one of them, Uri, finally spoke. She began with a nervous chuckle before stepping off with quickened, heavy steps. "Y-you got it! Just...call if you two need anything, bye!" Following her short, show of nervousness, Uri noticeably left the doorway and silence prevailed once more. Tirrah couldn't help but chuckle before placing a massive palm on Dane's chest, feeling his beating heart as she used her tail to reach for his book. His eyes darted toward the book and his heart began to beat faster, but she paid it no mind as she thought to herself. Even after such a large orgasm he was still overwhelmingly hard, the beating of his cock trembled through her body and left her breathless.

Despite the feel of Dane's readiness to go on, Tirrah settled on the possibility that he was probably exhausted. She wanted more, without a doubt, but if Dane was content, then she could be too...just for a while.

Tirrah raised the book up with her tail and took hold of it in her claws with a wide grin. "I suppose, you're gonna want to get back to reading this, won't you?" She split the pages with her claws, taking a guess of where the book opened to from far off earlier that day. He was probably near the end.

"T-Tirrah! Wait...!" Just as she opened the book, Dane reached out, but grabbed nothingness as Tirrah's eyes met the contents of the page. They grew wide and her jaw almost dropped at the sight

"...Dane? What is this...?"