HELLUVA TIME by Voyan

Feature Writer: Voyan

Feature Title: HELLUVA TIME

Published: 21.08.2021

Story Codes: Demonic, Baphomet

Synopsis: Estrella is a witch by trade and knowledge-seeker by choice. When the chance to explore what might be a long-abandoned repository of knowledge presents itself, obviously she’s going to dig into it! The secrets locked away in those halls might just come to haunt her, though.

Notes from XP: Format has been altered from the original story. If you want to read the story in its original form — check out — https://archiveofourown.org/works/33381988/chapters/82914778

Helluva Time

If Star could rewrite any one law of the universe, it would be whichever cosmic ordinance demanded deserted temples be miles outside the reach of any half-decent city. Frankly, it was an offense too high fashion to let reservoirs of arcane and twisted knowledge be so difficult to approach without something as drab as hikers’ gear.

She would even take something like a small encampment outside the temple to rest in! But no, apparently ‘abandoned’ wasn’t a moniker just for show. And apparently, Star needed to camp out in her tent in the middle of the forest! By every god above and especially the devils below, this had better pan out like she was hoping it would.

At the very least she’d gotten her tent at an excellent price after buttering up a fellow mage with the plight of the apprentice sheep girl, desperate for something to hang over her head on her pilgrimage. It was worth every discounted penny~ The shelter came with temperature regulation, enchantments to ensure the floor of the structure was always comfortable, and even shrank down to fit snugly on the side of her pack!

The arcane arts did a good job of bringing a little bit of home comfort to the wild world, something Star was always proud to be a part of. The one thing she’d forgotten to bring, in her hubris? A drying stone. Which meant she had all the components to wash her witchly garbs effortlessly, but when she stepped out in the morning she was left nude as the day she was born. Well, sans the head wrap of course. That piece of enchanted haircare she never left home without. It tucked every strand of her voluminous curls away, allowing her to pull off a glamorous reveal as the cloth peeled off her skull and let dark black strands of wildly curly hair flutter down to her shoulders, specks of starlight glowing between the jungle of curls.

Thankfully, she didn’t need to be naked in the morning for much longer. The air had done a lovely job of clearing away the dirt and grime from her robes, which meant it was time to dress up! First came the dark leather straps for her calves, cinching tight on the brilliant white fur that came just before her hooves, traveling in crisscrosses up until a nice little bow cinched tight behind her knee. Next came her undies! A set of lightweight and comfortable black silks. A thong for her lower half and a little lacy piece for her top. Just in case she had someone to impress, the over-top that she donned the multi-layered crimson red dress.

It was suitable for a necromancer of her caliber (modest) to wear such fitting and thematic (tropey) robes. The edge of the skirt hung barely shy of her knees, jagged and ripped in places to garner the proper aesthetic. Up next came her night-black corset, pulling tight the bone-white laces until they hugged the rib cage she was trying to emulate.

Of course, she couldn’t forget the hat with a rim wide enough to smother her sheep-like ears down to the sides of her head and a tip that zig-zagged into the air before coming to an iconic point. The alchemical belt she buckled around her waist was utilitarian compared to everything else, though that was mostly because she blew her last research grant on the outfit as it existed.

The necromancer-alchemist conjured up a smooth pane of silver to check herself over twice, a smile curling at the corners of her hircine snout. Some might say this perfect composition for some ruin diving was unnecessary, but Star would strongly disagree. Everyone knew you couldn’t make world-shattering discoveries if you didn’t look cute.

With everything donned, she was truly ready! A snap of her finger folded the tent into a tight bundle, easily slipped into her pack before she threw it on her shoulders. Through the trees, she could see stalwart slate peeking from between twisted bark and oversized boughs. She’d opted to camp close to her final destination, just so she could start the morning right. Just beyond a few layers of foliage sat the object of her desires.

Byblos.

It was an old place, somewhere left to disrepair for reasons most textbooks refused to get into. That didn’t scare Star away, of course. If anything, it only encouraged her. Discovering exactly what was keeping the rest of the arcane world away from this place was exactly why she’d come! Nothing would deter her. Nothing could!

Which discovered that Byblos was boring as hell perhaps the biggest disappointment of Star’s life. There were tomes, living quarters, and all kinds of stuff that would be particularly interesting if she were an archeologist. But she was a practitioner of magic, dammit! The most “interesting” part about it was that it was fairly labyrinthine, but the discovery of a whole stack of magic maps proved that it wasn’t supposed to be hard to navigate.

Her disappointment was immeasurable, and her day was ruined. There was a brief spark of excitement when she uncovered the first secret passage, only to find that the books here were woefully generic. Interesting, sure, but nothing that a few dozen years of magical advancements hadn’t already figured out. It made sense, she supposed. The strange and new advancements of the past had to be rediscovered eventually.

It was almost a cock-tease when she cracked open a tome locked in thick chains and a magically trapped keyhole only to find the same incantations her professor had taught her just three months prior. Worse yet, the sigils in the book were outdated! It was heartbreaking. According to the arcane timekeeping clock she had, a whole week had gone by. And she had nothing to show for it. At least, until she found the next secret passage.

“How many extra tunnels does one damn temple have …” Star murmured to herself while she yanked the bookshelf that’d served as a secret entrance all the way open, magicked lights flickering to ominous dark red life upon sensing her presence.

Now this was something interesting. Bonus points for it not being annoying and circuitous!

A single hallway she could travel down, branching into rooms stacked floor to ceiling with books she knew were worth their weight. Well, not for sure, but she had a good feeling! The whole affair was capped off with a door-frame bearing a deep-set carving of a pentagram, the kind of visual that made Star’s heart flutter. Finally, she had found what she was looking for. Proof of her theory. The sheep girl brought both hands to the solid surface, grunting as she tried to push the door open to her glorious reward.

Of course, she failed. Solid stone and wood construction remained unmoving no matter how much force she put on the door. A low growl of frustration bubbled in her throat, primed to explode until she made a most divine realization; there was probably some kind of magical lock! That much was manageable. After all, she was positively surrounded by arcane knowledge stacked in places she couldn’t see yet.

Little did she know, it’d soon consume another week of her time. At least the books in this section were certainly more interesting, though not all for the same reason. The tomes ranged from straight-up demonic sacrifice (pass) to theological debates on the very core principles of magic, even trying to theorize as to what inspired the first wizard’s enlightenment.

Oddly enough, that particular tome seemed to be authored by the same person who was talking about summoning demons. A theory about the source of magic, perhaps? Star decided to seek out the same author since he at least seemed to have a through-line. Everything else was incantations, invocations. She could decipher some stuff, but most of it was best left to a Fae or Archmage to solve.

The author’s works quickly took a turn for the alternative. Sacrifice went out of vogue when he realized that blood magic was necromantic and, being necromantic generally required the caster’s blood. Seems suicide wasn’t something the man was too keen on. His next theory, however … was interesting. Demons were entities of desire and carnality. That same carnality could be brought to bear, he proposed.

Star’s eyes widened as the texts quickly converted to lurid accounts. Depictions of sexual positions she’d not ever thought to try, contortions of mortal form that made her heart race and her thighs clench. It was so detailed, the prose contained within so passionate. He claimed to be visited by visions in his dreams, whispers from a mysterious lover.

The script was written with such furious passion that Star couldn’t recognize that it wasn’t even legible. Did it need to be? The language of love was one of passion, and feeling. Mortal text simply couldn’t capture the raw inferno that was his proposal. The dreams kept coming, she kept whispering to him. Blood flowed hot and vibrant through Star’s veins, body searing so bright she was almost afraid it’d burst out of her.

Then, the final tome. Inside was just drawing after drawing of a single man dancing among twisted bodies, heated heathens that corroded and coated his frame. By all rights, Star should’ve been scared, worried, disgusted maybe. The final page of the final tome was simplistic in comparison. An inverted star covered slightly and distorted by a yellowed stain that took on the pattern of … well. Desire, we should say. Below it read a simple sentence in plain English, the most composed of any written passage thus far.

She has come, and so have I.

Eliphas.

Star could feel her breathing as she closed the book. It felt hot, like a plume of steam that billowed from the depths of her throat. Everything was hot now. A fire bloomed from her chest, the world closing around her. Nay, not the world. Her clothes. The simplest step would be to strip them away, yes? Down came Star’s panties, the crotch desperately clinging to her blood-engorged labia with thick strings of tangible arousal. The cool air blew across her loins, sending little spikes of sensation down her spine in turn. Obviously, not enough. She wouldn’t be pleased if —

Wait, she? Something in that thought roused Star’s dormant mind, returning focus to her eyes. What the fuck had she just been thinking about? Who was “she”? When did she end up in front of the innermost door again? Why did she strip off her panties? Star held the garment up confusedly, getting an answer quickly as she looked at the crotch of the fabric. Soaked through.

The words in those books, if they could be described as words, had left something in her. Even with her mind returned, the heat remained. Pulsing. Throbbing. Curling against her womb with the clingy affection of a spurned lover. The texts told her enough to know it wasn’t natural, but not wholly unnatural. Something within her let that sensation in and now she’d need to find something to get it out.

Lucky for her, a good witch always came prepared. From her pouch, she fetched an enchanted device. Solid glass, inscribed with runes upheld both its purpose and its relentless durability. It was elegant in its simplicity. The smooth curves swept from one end of the rounded tool to the other, curving in ways that made it nearly like a lock-pick; something that was made to hit those sweet spots, less of a phallus than an avant-garde art piece.

Yes, Star never went on a long adventure like this without her dildo on hand. You never knew when an ancient demonic text would fill you with the lust of a dozen adolescents. (Or, realistically, when you would get lonely and need a pick-me-up.) Next from the pack came a blanket to lay across the floor, one end nestled snugly against the pentagram-infused door she’d been fixated on for the past week. Upon that blanket plopped Star, hiking her skirt up to her waist as she spread her legs wide.

“Hope you enjoy —” she muttered to nobody in particular, the words had sprung to mind nearly unconsciously.

Star brought the rounded edge of her toy against her pouting slit, relishing in the cool sensation of glass squelching gently every time it made a full pass of her mons. She made the toy press into her petals, facing meager resistance before her entrance welcomed its solid girth. She couldn’t help but sigh amorously as it dragged deeper into her tunnel, scratching an inch she hadn’t addressed in what felt like months. It made her calves tense when it ground past her sensitive bits, finally culminating in a low groan with it stretching out the very back of her cunt. Fullness, divine fullness. A funny thought, considering divinity was far from here at the moment.

The toy felt just as delightful on its way out, too. With glass being such a wonderfully solid material, the wavy texturing of the toy slid across her folds and made them contort to it. Just like she liked it. Star spent a good deal of time dragging her toy across her soft spots, head nestled into her shoulder. Every delicate twist of her wrist stoked the fire in her loins and tended to the kindling flame like a master forge-keeper. Maybe she could’ve kept going at it like this, bringing herself to a trembling and quiet climax, if not for something speaking to the back of her mind.

Harder. A voice in her psyche told her, trying to pull her away from the path of delicate self-love. Ruin that pussy. Were those her thoughts? Her own carnal needs? Wasn’t she satisfied with this? Harder. Harder! Make it scream! Maybe that was a good idea. It’s not like she was working with unlimited time. Who knows if someone was coming to the temple to check on her? That’s right! Use everything that the toy has, and make your precious pussy gush!

Aw, why the hell not? Star started with the simplest shift in her grip, thumb, and forefinger pressing two inscribed runes that made the entire toy thrum with power. Suddenly the solid toy was vibrating against all the spots she’d just been teasing, leaving nothing in its reach under-stimulated. She spread her legs slightly more, really showing off her cunt to the door and whatever audience she might’ve obtained. Then?

Why, then she started obliterating her cunt! — Star’s forearm worked overtime to make the solid glass sculpture squelch and twist inside of her, dribbles of fluid cascading with every powerful wrench outward. The vibrating toy mashed against flesh with unrelenting weight, every hilting of it accompanied by a desperate sound somewhere between a gasp and a moan.

The fire she’d been stoking had hit the modern age, every slam of her toy making that cunt feel downright electric. Far better than any time she’d done this before. The energy of those tomes- of this place- of her made it possible to be so. The world around her ceased to matter, her vision going fuzzy at the edges. All Star cared about right now was how glorious her vibrating glass rang against her g-spot.

That and the door taking up her line of sight. The star that drew her eyes, became an object that almost resembled desire. Brighter and brighter the sun in her loins shone, the dark star before her fizzling into white noise. Like a singularity, all mental processes spun into a singular point until —

“Ba-ba-hhhgk- baaaaaa!”

Star ripped the toy out of her cunt as orgasm fucking exploded out of her. Literally! Arcs of sexual fluid burst from the dam of her loins as if to give the intensity of her climax physical form. Every clench of her hips was another gush, pleasure burning sharply from her every time it was flung from her frame. Without fail, every arc splattered on the door before her, aim impeccable and accuracy near perfect. The gushing climax came to a stop eventually, though Star wouldn’t get the privilege of knowing when.

As the girl’s barely conscious body exploded with sexual bliss all over the door, the red star on its front began to glow. The key had been found, the lock of true depravity undone by the simplest of mortal expressions. Yes, the girl before this gate would please its creator. She would be allowed entrance into her most hallowed of halls. Star had already cum, and now she simply needed to come.

The door was open, her reward awaiting her …

CHAPTER TWO — A DEVIL

The tricky thing about unconsciousness was that it was hard to track. Maybe it lasted five minutes, perhaps it ran for an entire hour. Either way, Star found herself waking up to rather significant discomfort. The blanket beneath her was doing nothing to alleviate the press of rough stone against her backside, nor did it help the tickle of a chill breeze lapping at her still-damp thighs. On the plus side, them being damp meant she couldn’t have been out of commission for too long. Even better, Star felt significantly more in control of herself! No weird subliminal voices or coercive horny impulses in sight.

“Mmmmgh … Feels like I got hit by a carriage in the pussy …”

The ache of her exercise hadn’t set in beyond a definite soreness in her crotch, so she couldn’t have been out for more than an hour. A quick flick of her gaze up confirmed that the door she’d opened remained that way, giving off the most foreboding kind of feelings. It was either going to stay open until someone closed it or would seal up soon and need to be … re-unlocked if the time came.

The choice to go in immediately or not felt fairly tough. On one hand, she was tired. That whole climactic event had knocked the wind out of her sails in a major way. On the other, there was no guarantee it’d be safe to go in there in eight hours! Come to think of it, there was no guarantee that it was even safe now, huh?

That realization sealed Star’s decision; she’d go in the morning. The tent she used was warded against tracking by other creatures, which meant she could stick it in some corner and get the approximation of a good night’s rest. If the door closed, she still had her dildo.

It wouldn’t be easy matching a fervor hard enough to make her gush like that, but a few fantasies about the buxom babes and hunky hanks from her alchemist guild would help that problem along. The sheep girl looked into the void one more time, shadows dancing from the torches beside her as nothing but darkness lay beyond these gates.

It was so, so tempting to go in. But she’d refrain for now. Time to set up camp. Sleeping in the tent had been comfortable for the past few weeks, even when she had to prop it up in the frankly ominous halls of the temple. But tonight felt different. That door was giving her the heebie-jeebies! Everything about the halls around her changed now. The silence that’d once settled over her like the comforting quiet of a library had twisted into an oppressive emptiness. Rations running low only exacerbated the pressure of her time left. Before she fell asleep she resolved that this would be her last night here, one way or another.

Sleep wasn’t peaceful, sadly. Flashes of red and black draped themselves like abstract paintings. Thick brushstrokes of void were accented by pinprick fires that shone against the backdrop of her psyche. They formed twisted figures clattering across the invisible stone, sharply angled eyes piercing the veil and looking for… something.

The longer Star was made to look upon them the less malice she saw in their gaze. The six eyes swept across darkened walls as it simply sought out its goal. Star slowly began to wish it would find what it wanted. The sinewy figure of the shade was so diligent! It was admirable, even. Keep searching, valiant vanguard. May you find what your heart seeks…

Clop.

A sound pierced through the fugue state of slumber, echoing through either her skull or the halls of the temple. Star bolted upright when she heard it, panting softly with the exertion of fear. Was that real? It didn’t happen again, so maybe it was part of the dream. Reality and fiction were blending now, the final nail in the coffin of probably definitely leaving. Checking her arcane clock told her it was already morning, so going back to sleep to calm herself wasn’t an option. Star dressed herself and ate silently that morning, not even encouraging herself with a little hummed melody like she usually did. The mood didn’t feel right.

Packing up camp was a slow affair that morning. Much like dressing, Star felt compelled to be as silent as she could manage. The dream from last night was fading quickly, leaving the impression of red on black and nothing else. Despite this, her mind carried the unshakable feeling that something out there in the depths of this space was watching her. Seeking her. Gods could only hope it didn’t find her. Star took the time to whisper an enchantment that would make her hooved footfalls silent for good measure, adding a prayer to whichever god wanted to listen. She’d need all the help she could find.

The sensible thing would’ve been to leave now. But the door was open! She had to see what was on the other side! If she didn’t, this entire expedition would’ve been a farce. Star steeled herself, fists clenched at her side. As a precaution, she’d leave her pack near the entrance to the building. If something was there, it’d hear it jostling around as she tried to run. All she was left with was a bandolier of potions for self-defense and the maps that’d keep her from going insane. Alright. Into the dark, she went!

The silencing spell on her hooves quickly made things worse. Not being able to hear her footsteps only made the ambiance of the place weigh heavier. Only her breath accompanied her through the dimly lit halls now. If she couldn’t look down and see herself or put her hand on solid walls, she’d be quite scared of having become a ghost. No apparitions here though. Just the small teal dot of her location in the labyrinthine halls of the temple slowly approaching the first secret entrance. So far so good —

Click-click.

Star’s blood ran cold. Was she hallucinating now?

Click-click.

There it was again! The clatter of nails on stone. Was someone here? Was something?

Click. Click.

It stopped. The temple’s acoustics worked against her right now, the sound just far away enough that it could’ve been echoing off of any of the halls around her. Once again her breathing was the only sound audible, the low hiss of air passing through her muzzle seeming louder than ever before. … Maybe she had made it up —

Click-click. Click-click. Click-click-click-click-click-click.

Oh fuck it was speeding up. Star made a beeline towards the nearest doorway, pulling flush against the frame and doing her damnedest not to fucking hyperventilate! For one thing, it wasn’t going to help her at all to panic, even if the sound was getting closer. Oh god the sound was getting closer. Keeping quiet was even more important now! The clicking of claws slowed again, most definitely too close for comfort. Star brought her hands to her snout to try and silence her breathing. It was hard to tell, what with her heart pounding in her ears.

Click-click.

Nonononono.

Click. Click.

It was outside the door, wasn’t it.

Click. Snnnnf snf snf.

That wasn’t her breathing. It was. Sniffing. Seeking. Scenting. Could it smell her? She hadn’t showered properly since before the door incident, she had to assume it could. Still, what did that mean?

Click.

The sound of nails clattered in the entryway of Star’s hidey-hole, the sheep girl going stone still. Damn near stopped breathing, even. Slowly, a paw breached the barrier. It was followed by black fur clinging tight to pronounced sinew and muscle, seeming to absorb the light in inky swirls of blackness. If it wasn’t for the fact that Star had chosen a particularly bright room to hide in, she might not’ve known it was there at all.

Until its head slipped in. The sleek, angular muzzle reached nearly a foot in length before coming to a sharp triangular snout that glistened with typical canine wetness. Its skin was drawn tight over the lower jaw, making the hooked angles of its mandible all the more pronounced. Star registered this inorganic stature subconsciously, but her fore-brain was very occupied with those eyes.

The top of the skull was elongated unnaturally like the rest of it, leaving plenty of room for it. Three. Eyes. They twisted into distorted ‘S’ shapes that nestled snugly against one another, the dark orange of what might’ve been sclera being illuminated by hot yellow irises. They looked in several directions at once, scoping out the room with senses beyond mortal ken.

The march inward continued seemingly at a molasses pace, revealing even more of the creature. Muscle defined the curvature of its inky fur, Star was able to easily see the way its body flexed and flowed while it walked further in. Its torso was as big as her entire body, its hind legs thicker than her waist. Power laid beneath this creature’s skin in spades, reflected in the bulging of hidden muscles while it did something as simple as adjusting its posture.

Not just brute strength, either. With every low inhale, Star watched deep red patterns swirl in eldritch configuration through the fields of black. Like a fire dancing in its gut that sought to rise out. Behind it, a long whip-like tail swayed back and forth steadily. All told? This thing had to be eight feet long, dwarfing her by a significant margin.

Star’s entire body was aflame with anxiety as it began to sniff again. Or. Was it something else? No. It couldn’t be. Even if the beast of darkness did possess a musculature that would be enviable on mortal men, that couldn’t be where her mind went. The fact that its dark red breaths swirled in hypnotic patterns had nothing to do with it at all! She was completely immune to the charms of being prey, unphased when all six of those piercing golden eyes swiveled around towards her. Her.

It was looking at her. Evaluating her. The jaw opened to let out a billow of steam, nearly obfuscating rows upon rows of teeth so jagged they could rend flesh in an instant. There were no two ways about it, she had to run.

When its eyes drifted up enough to lock gazes with Star, she was sure the world had stopped. Adrenaline threw everything around her into brilliantly sharp relief. Lowering her arm to her hip felt like it took ages, six eyes staring her down the entire time. They shone in her vision like sextuplet suns, conjoined stars that burned through the blackness. The longer she stared, the more it seemed that blackness was the only thing left outside of them.

The spell broke when cold glass touched her palm, Star reminded her of what she needed to do. She hurled the vial forward, purplish liquid exploding in a fog that finally ripped those eyes away from her view. With the hypnotic spell on her heart broken, she was free to make a mad dash for the door frame. It didn’t matter a single bit which direction Star was going right now, just that she was running away from the beast. Every step she took had to be a means to that end. Turns were taken at random, pausing only behind an intersection to scramble for and douse herself in a potion that should mask her scent. There wasn’t even time to check her map! Not when she heard it give chase.

The click-click of its heels began in the distance, quickly picking up speed until they became click-click, the weight of two paws behind each landing. It was fucking sprinting after her! Star had to keep running, bobbing, weaving! The sounds varied closer and farther, the witch never managing to spend too long getting away from the noise before it started to encroach again. It felt endless. Star was trying her best to run harder and faster only for it to somehow catch onto her scent again! How! How was it coming just shy of catching her every time? It’s like it wasn’t even trying …

Hang on.

Star’s pace slowed as she rounded a corner. She’d just been managing to get away from the beastie, which meant that inevitably it’d start approaching. That is, if it didn’t slow down seconds afterward. Something was up. Star turned about face and got to sprinting again.

Click-click, click-click!

Ah, so it picked up speed! Approaching this time around. Star lowered herself to a brisk jog, and the hound slowed its roll in turn. Might as well see what happens if she ducked into a room, right? Silence. Then the slow click of claws as it grew closer. Soon it was close enough that Star could pick out its breathing again. It wasn’t using scent at all, was it? Even if she hadn’t disguised hers, it wouldn’t have been able to pick her up at such myriad distances with how much she was crisscrossing over the place. No, it had to be some other sense. A supernatural one. Mana? No. Heat? Maybe. If it was either of those, she might have a chance.

Star darted out of the room again the second the beast audibly walked past it, foolishly not giving pause to think why it’d walk by with tracking capabilities that advanced. It glanced behind itself, chuckling with an odd canine wheeze as it watched that gorgeous ass sprint down the hall. Seems she was having an idea, and he couldn’t help but let her go to see it through. Still, he needed to humor the thrill of the chase. Off he went —

They continued like this, their little game of cat and mouse weaving between the halls. Star was taking carefully staggered stops, throwing together something between the sleeves of her coat each time. Staying out of the hound’s line of sight and keeping the clay figurine in her hand close to her chest were equally important right now. If either aspect of this magic were to slip away, it’d figure out her plans instantly. The beast had intelligence to spare if it wasn’t going for her immediately. She just needed to prove she had more.

The ‘beast’, to his credit, was quite entertained. Originally he’d been content to let this poor girl run and run until her legs gave out, but then she went and got clever about it! Maybe he should’ve nipped at her heels a few times, and been a little more visibly bumbling. A lot of things he could adjust next time he was sent on a little retrieval mission. Speaking of, maybe he should cut this short.

The Lady wouldn’t be too pleased with his work ethic at this point, especially considering it’d been a solid 90% of fucking about today. What could he say? Something about her… aroma appealed to him. The faint scent of excitement matched the splatter on the door. Yes. Yes. Tension pooled like gentle warmth in his belly at the thought. He’d taken a quick lap at the doorframe to capture her Mana signature, and he could tell just from that cursory taste that she would be. Delicious.

Time to end the game. The hound began to pick up speed again, all six eyes opened wide as he scanned through walls to capture the bright beacon of her mana. What a surprise he was in for when he sensed. Two of her? What? She had gotten too clever for her good. The growl of playfulness turned to tension, arousal blending with frustration. No matter what, he refused to be outsmarted by some girl! But the two signatures were splitting off, diverging down their own set of randomly chosen- no- mirrored paths. When one turned right, the other turned left. It couldn’t last forever, so …

It had to be the one going for the entrance to the building. Playtime was over, brat witch. His strides were confident, determination set within his gaze. The halls turned from a maze to a singular path, long demonic legs streaking like black fire through the stone structure. It took seconds to contort its body unnaturally around the final corner and pounce. Straight into a body of clay and paper.

The hound made a quiet ‘aroo?’ of confusion before ripping through the center of the mass, shredding huge bundles of paper until he found the source of the mana. A tuft of raven hair, glittering with magical starlight that flickered and faded as the enchantment gave out. All that was left of the magic was the sealing sigil composed of a few streaks of mostly fresh blood.

It was a voodoo doll. The brat was a necromancer? Wait. Those mages were masters of mana manipulation. Bodily manipulation. The hound ripped his head up, extending his senses as far as they could go.

She was nowhere. Or, more accurately, hidden somewhere. The voodoo doll had been a distraction the entire time, something that would let her have enough time to cast a spell to cloak her mana signature. This was a challenge, a contest against his speed and skill. It would not stand. He turned to face the internal halls of the temple, meeting her dare with a howl. Were she nearby, it would be the kind of whistling, wailing sound that could shatter eardrums in seconds. Even with the good sense of being very far from here, it would echo wickedly. Her final warning was that he was coming.

Boy, did he. All limiters released, he began burning through the hallways like an inferno. If Star could’ve seen him now, she would’ve realized she never had a chance. Demonic limbs clattered across walls as he jumped off them, hellish fire-searing marks in the shape of his feet. The only grace he provided was not desecrating every room of this temple. Some of them were unfortunate sacrifices on his rampaging search for this little witch. Even at maximum speed, it’d take him a few minutes to rip through this damnably huge temple. But she could be sure he would do it.

The infernal assault came to a screeching halt when he sensed a surge of mana deeper in the catacombs. Dark magic was afoot. Ha! Stupid girl only thought he could sense her mana? Well, he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. The hound rushed for the temple’s heart at record speed. His claws skidded against stonework when he came to the room that held the secret entrance, manic eyes locking right the fuck onto a confused and scared Star that stood in its center holding a book. This time, his pounce would land true.

Star thudded to the ground with a yelp, shaking beneath the demonic beast that’d caught her at long last. A lot of questions rolled around in her head at that exact second, but the most pressing one was —

“What — what are you doing?”

With his prey secured, the beast felt no shame in basking in her scent. Attempts at muting it burned away in the intensity of his fiendish aura, revealing her in all her fragrant glory to him once more. Teeth sunk into the bottom of her skirt, ripping the fabric open with a twist of his head.

“You — you — that was expensive!!”

Despite the very real threat to her life, Star still had it in her to be fucking livid that this thing was shredding her fancy witch robes! In response, he just grunted. Off came the bandolier next, ensuring she wouldn’t be able to get any funny ideas.

“Wh — h-hang on …”

His snout lowered slowly, basking deep in the scent of her sex. That adrenaline worked in his favor after all — It was a delicious bouquet of aromas, one that left the beast unable to resist dragging his tongue across her snatch. Oh, it was just as sweet as he expected. The lapping continued, Star weakly kicking at the beast’s shoulders as it demonstrated impressive dexterity.

Internally a half dozen questions caught in her throat. Why wasn’t she resisting more? Was she about to be taken by this fiend of the underworld? Would it be gentle? Did it need to be? Could it be … fun?

“Astrygoz,” a voice boomed from the darkness of the passage, interrupting the hound’s tongue and Star’s train of thought, “What are you doing, dear? I sent you on a simple mission. Retrieve a girl. Then you take far too long to do so, and I find you molesting her. Off, you uncouth mutt.”

The beast (Astrygoz?) reacted immediately, lurching off of Star as the bearer of the voice came into view.

She was, in a word, stunning. Heavy black cloven hooves thundered against the stone with definitive clops. They bore upon them heavy black, furred thighs that strained the skirt covering them. The woman’s frame was swaddled in gorgeous drapes of fabric, golden silks intersected with bright reds and royal purples. It was perhaps more glamorous than anything Star had seen, in quantities that would leave her swaddled like a babe in a blanket. But for this woman?

It was hardly enough. The goat-like woman’s stature was heavier than even Star’s, hips dwarfing the sheep’s generous ass by a significant margin. Even further outclassing the pale-furred girl was that chest. Star could see the golden edges of the garment strained with the weight of containing such raw voluptuousness. It was a miracle the clothing could even hide her nipples.

Carefully manicured black nails sank into a crease of crimson at her hip-line, her other hand cradling the tuft of fur that peaked the end of her goat jaw. Four sets of twisting horns extended from the corners of her skull, elegantly avoiding contact with one another as they stopped just short of the width of her shoulders. Completely red eyes looked down upon this frail mortal with curiosity, perhaps interest.

“Estrella Marimosa, dearest child. You stand before the Mother of Monsters herself. Maven of the Twisted Halls. Consort of Darkness herself. I have gone by many names. Echidna. Lilith. But you may call me —”

“Baphomet.”

CHAPTER THREE — A DEAL

Silence hung heavy in the air in the wake of Star’s interruption, the demoness and hound stunned at the girl’s brazenness. To her minor credit, the sheep girl was suitably awestruck. The demoness’ name had been spoken with hushed reverence, Star’s eyes wide with admiration and excitement.

“… Yes. That is my title. My name. How, pray-tell, did you happen upon it?”

Star sat up slightly, puffing her chest up with obvious pride.

“I do my research! This temple is the last known study of Eliphas the Defiler. He was a consort of demons according to his fellows, and was lost to the annals of history shortly after his failed execution. Everyone decried him a blasphemer, and had the halls of Byblos sealed.”

Star had immediately shifted her tone, sentences rolling off her tongue as her professor had just asked her to make a presentation.

“Now, his disappearance was suspect, especially when you’re digging into it even a teeny bit. As a student of necromancy, you constantly get told to avoid Eliphas’ mistake —” “Er. Dear. This is all very interesting, but I’m more curious about why you’re not surprised to see me.”

Baphomet’s voice retained its all-encompassing presence despite being tempered by a bit of gentle confusion.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you expected this. ”

“But I did!” Star beamed with her stupid childish pride, “Eliphas wrote about you, his lover. Said he’d left all you needed to be sated with the mortal realm! Everyone thought his diaries were a bunch of gibberish, but I figured out the truth,” With more energy and confidence than her situation allowed, Star pointed her finger accusingly at Baphomet. “You stayed his execution, and whisked him away to something here in Byblos!”

“Well, since you’ve gone this far already, I can tell you you’re correct. But without hearing it from my lips, this is all a particularly involved hunch. Did you come here on a hunch?”

Baphomet crossed her arms under her chest, Star’s response delayed by a bit of ogling when the position accented how big Baphy was.

“Um. I came here on a hunch, but,” back to her eyes, Estrella. Baphomet noticed and was smirking at her for it, which made Star feel some kind of way, “But! My hunch was confirmed after I was here for a day.”

“How so?”

“The books were on the shelves.”

Baphomet squinted, and Astrygoz tilted his head.

“Explain.”

“Well, there have been five separate reports of people running from Byblos declaring that there were wicked, eldritch beasts there. Which I guess was you kicking them out?” Baphomet winced at the accuracy of the deduction. Something to make subtler next time, “But the thing is, if five people ran away with their gourds blown to madness, even if all five of them conveniently left their books behind, their search efforts would’ve been left strewn about.”

“Search efforts?”

“We’re researchers, not librarians. If five other people had been driven mad from this place, some of these books would’ve been left in weird disarray. Some were on the ground, sure, but there wasn’t a single tome left open!”

Well.

Shit.

“You’re … very astute. Perhaps too astute,” Baphomet snapped her fingers, wicked magics hoisting Star into the air, “What is your game, little lamb?”

Star futilely tried to smooth her skirt down, failing to protect the view of her undercarriage from prying canine eyes. Glad to see someone was enjoying themselves. After giving up the ghost she looked her demonic judge in the eyes again, brow set with determination.

“Knowledge is my game, ma’am.”

“Knowledge? Do you seek my presence to learn? You’ve heard the tales, no? Girls like you are but sacrifices for me. Morsels bled dry to slake my infinite hunger.”

“Eliphas didn’t need them.”

Baphomet squinted.

“Besides, if I have to sacrifice a bit of myself to tap into your unending well of knowledge I’d be more than glad to. I’m a necromancer! I know the full cost of great magics.”

“You’re taking another gamble, Estrella.”

Her red eyes were narrowed with severity, the entire room falling deathly quiet.

Finally, Baphomet curled her mouth into a smile.

“Quite lucky then, that fortune favors the bold.”

Star was lowered to the stone tiles below, tension bleeding from her shoulders.

“But! My education is not free. I shall be your tutor, little starlight. At a price, as all things demand.”

The smile on her face turned a little wicked as she pointed a perfectly manicured claw towards the hell-hound Star had been so well acquainted with.

“By my eyes, I think I see a flicker of interest coming from my faithful guardian Astrygoz. I’m sure you know —” She gestured to the rip in Star’s skirt, “ — the nature of his interest by now. My price is simple. You will sleep with Astrygoz until he is sated, and in exchange, you will be given all the knowledge you could ask for. Are these terms amicable, Estrella Marimosa?”

“Sure! Sounds good.”

Star hit her with that disarming cheer again, and Baphomet once again put on the back foot. How far was this girl willing to go?

“Very… well.”

Baphomet snapped her fingers, a flash of black flame producing a rolled-up piece of parchment.

It drifted into Star’s waiting hands, the scholarly girl at least doing the due diligence of reading the terms of service. So she was eager, but not an idiot. She was downright deliberate right now. Every line was given time and attention, Star squinting whenever there was something that drew her attention. No questions asked, though. A shame, since Baphomet found herself in the rare kind of mood where she actually would’ve answered them.

After what had to be her third pass of the document, Star unclipped a pouch on her belt and pricked her thumb on the spike hidden within. With a practiced few flicks of her wrist, the contract was signed in the traditional blood of the lamb and returned to its owner. Baphomet drew her insignia beneath it, and the entire document surged. Star doubled over when her chest tightened, dark magics coalescing in her core to form the ultimate seal. The contract was wrought, and now she had no escape.

Oh God, she was stripping already.

“By the way,” she quipped, holding up the torn skirt of her dress, “I hope this contract has a new dress as a signing bonus! Your bodyguard ruined a perfect couture outfit!”

“Ufufu …”

The demon chuckled, the sheer amusement of the scenario hitting her. Even under a demonic contract, this girl insisted on being so blasé! Astrygoz had expected the petulance to spell Star’s end, yet Baphomet seemed more charmed with every passing second.

“If you can satisfy my beast, then we’ll consider some arrangements. Students still wear uniforms, don’t they? —”

Star’s face flushed red again, her demon-bound heart skipping a beat. Playing dress up with Baphomet appealed way too much right now. But! There was a task to be done!

“So. Er. Should I just lay on the floor?”

She glanced at her canine companion, the sextuplet of eyes having found themselves, shall we say, ‘admiring’ Star’s naked body. From the dazzling twinkle of her stellar hair down to the thick tangle of black fur that mirrored it right above her groin.

“Oh! How rude of me, come, come.”

Baphomet flicked her wrist to levitate the folded clothes and accessories while she marched past Star and into the hidden tunnels of true knowledge. She snapped her fingers as they approached the open door frame of the sealed gate, bright white flames flickering to life on braziers dotted along the edges of the room Star’d never had the chance to explore.

It was … nice. Perhaps the nicest room she’d seen in the entire temple. The plain but consistent grey slate gave way to speckled black and orange granite that lined the floor and walls, the walls getting a little bit of extra decor via thick velvet drapes that covered a good portion of them. Baphomet muttered an incantation while Star was busy admiring the atmosphere the space made, conjuring up the central piece of furniture for the night.

From the ether rose the triangular prism, black oak shaped into a steep peak and wrapped in shining red leather. If the hide cradling the wooden frame had seams, they were well hidden. Breaking up the otherwise perfectly steep angles of the furnishing were four horizontal platforms outfitted with heavy leather straps. Star was a witch first and a lover second, but she had just enough experience to intuit what she was looking at. It was her mounting station.

The lamb of slaughter gave one last look at the demon queen, Baphomet having manifested herself a … couch, to enjoy the proceedings on. Star swallowed hard. No time like the present. Up she went, clambering over the bench with the platforms as handholds. When her knees touched down to the back set of platforms, the straps lurched to life all on their own, wrapping over her calves and cinching tight.

Star squeaked in surprise, looking back with a slowly reddening blush. Not like she could stop now. The sheep girl threw her voluminous hair over one shoulder to make sure it was out of the way before gingerly lowering her torso and settling her elbows on the front platforms. Even though she was anticipating it this time, she still flinched when she felt the tight leather curling around her forearms.

Baphomet narrowed her eyes when Star didn’t immediately settle down. She seemed to be shifting every which way as if angling herself to relieve pressure. It didn’t take a demoness of her renown to figure out the problem though. Soon Baphomet was flicking her fingers back and forth, adjusting the proportions of the bench to make the top a little wider and the angle much shallower. This alleviated the discomfort Star had been wriggling because of, but it had the highly unfortunate consequence of spreading her wide the fuck open. She could feel the cool air on her cunt, stroking across her wetted petals. There was no hiding it anymore, not even to herself.

Star was looking forward to this. Astrygoz approached slowly, nostrils flared as he sniffed the open air. Star’s scent had gotten so much richer, altogether impossible to ignore now. The precious little lamb squeaked when he nudged the tip of his very warm snout against her petals, forcing them to part slightly as he drank deep of her aroma. It wasn’t long until ‘drinking deep’ wasn’t just metaphorical.

The hound’s tongue was so fucking hot dragging across her cunt, smearing her with his saliva each time he gulped down a layer of her oozing arousal. Just when she got used to the surface-level slobbering, ser canine decided to throw in ye olden curveball and jam his tongue right up in there. Star squealed in surprise, jerking against her bindings briefly.

“Hhoooh-hah? — H-how did- hah- he learn that trick?” Baphomet snorted, crossing one leg over the other. “Little girl, do you think my guardian a simpleton? You might’ve outsmarted him,” Astrygoz spared a little rumble of protest, which felt way too good in Star’s cunt, when Baphomet mentioned his failure, “But he’s far smarter than your average whelp.”

Oh. Huh. Guess he … was … a high-ranking demon … with a huge fucking tongue… that he knew how to use.

“Oh cool,” Star muttered under her breath, far more terrified of what this mutt would do to her pussy than she was five minutes ago.

Off he went, proving her fears right! His snout twisted to and fro, the full length of a searing, coarse tongue brought to bear upon her shuddering tunnel. The beast was gulping audibly now, each sound conjoined to his tongue scraping a fresh batch of untouched nerve endings within her. It was so degrading, having a literal beast sweep his tongue into her cunt deeper than any man had done or could do.

Poor Star couldn’t even clench herself shut, never mind try and hide her face. All four limbs clenched and jerked in the attempt, only serving to remind Star how much of a display piece she’d become. The sheep girl’s eyelids fluttered whenever the brute managed to scrape the very back of her pussy, one of those shuddering spasms pulling her gaze upward to lock eyes with Baphomet herself.

Ah, right. Baphomet was. Watching. Star’s eyes widened as she was made acutely aware of the situation again. Baphomet was smiling, eyes half-lidded, watching the sheep girl very blatantly lose all sense of pride at the mercy of a monstrous tongue. It was far too much for her poor little heart, with her only course of action being to cum her brains out.

The orgasm hit her hard enough to knock the concept of ‘shame’ clean out of her skull, leaving only the sublime joy of fire pouring from her core in burning waves. Astrygoz’s tongue gulped down fresh waves of orgasmic fluid as quickly as Star’s clenching tunnel provided them, the fire in his belly finally stoked to unstoppable levels. He’d wanted to savor this, but … no. No, she was too tempting. Too delicious. To not take her right now would be a betrayal of himself.

Star’s climax hadn’t even come close to finishing when the tongue wrenched itself out and Astrygoz hoisted himself up. Firm claws bore his weight upon her waist, lurching forward to settle on her shoulders as the hound adjusted himself. With the kind of precision that only came with decades (or even centuries) of experience, the beast aligned his cock with her entrance and pushed himself in like he owned the place.

Star yowled. Only partly the sexy kind, too. He was big. Fucking enormous.

Baphomet, the ever-attentive, sensed the shift quickly, barking her orders, “Astrygoz. Off. Something’s amiss.”

With a low growl, the hellhound wrenched back, claws clattering to the floor as he was removed from his prize.

“Estrella, are you alright? What happened?”

“It — hic — fuck — I’m,” Tears had formed at the corners of her eyes already, the ache resounding deep in her core, “It’s too big.”

Astrygoz and Baphomet exchanged a look. For the first time, the hound had enough grounds in the conversation to look annoyed. Baphomet, in turn, looked surprisingly sheepish! Star dared a glance to the side, eyes wide when she beheld the thing Astrygoz had just tried to mash into her. Soaking it in made her heart drop into the fucking floor.

The shape of the behemoth belly buster was still canine, a shape Star recognized from a few boyfriends past. That was pretty much where the similarities ended. It was over a foot of deep, saturated red. So dark that it could’ve been lost in the swirling ink of his underbelly if not for the veins. The beast’s blood must’ve been hot enough to become radiant because the finger-thick veins meandering along the length of his shaft were doing exactly that. Bright orange streaks marked where blood pulsed through his member, encouraging it to dribble out the terrifically thick pre-seed that was being churned further up his body.

Speaking of further up, Star’s gaze drifted naturally to the knot on the base of his cock. It was about the size of her fist, inflated already with the degree of Astrygoz’s intent. At least, the first one was. All sense of comfort left Star when her eyes fell further down the length, revealing a second knot! Quite literally as big as two of the first, it resembled two fists of flesh pressed to either side of the actual base of the hell-hound’s shaft. In fewer words: It was going to break her if Astrygoz tried.

“Star, little dear.”

Star jerked her head towards Baphomet, feeling like she’d been caught looking at things she shouldn’t.

“Y-yes, Lady Baphomet?”

“I want to apologize. It seems I’ve made an error in my assumptions of your … capacity. It’s been quite some time since we’ve played with mortals, you see,” Astrygoz snorted from behind Star, “Which means.” Baphomet shot him a look, “That I wasn’t taking my proper precautions. So Star, I need you to look at me.”

Of course, Star did as she was asked, looking deep into the endless blood-red pools that nestled snugly in Baphomet’s skull.

“Now. Relax.”

The words felt like a cosmic command. The anxiety and tension bundled in Star’s muscles melted like dew on a spring morning, leaving the girl feeling light as a feather. She hardly noticed when Astrygoz’s claws scraped across her shoulders again, mind already losing itself to the winds above. How kind of the hell-hound’s cock to anchor her back to Earth by nudging his spearhead tip against her sodden petals. Anxiety fluttered against the confines of her relaxed mind, parts of Star not confident that just chilling out would make this any easier.

“HooghhhaaaaaHHHN — ”

Yep. That sure was a moan! Baphomet’s magic revealed its true nature as the hell-hound split the girl wide open. The pain she feared, expected? All absent. It’s not like she’d gone numb, but instead been made … accommodating. Astrygoz’s cock was welcomed with the ribbed grip of her folds as it bulged out her pussy, Star going cross-eyed the deeper it went.

Gods above, she could feel those veins now. They were so. Hot. The entirety of the hell-hound was warm, obviously, but the prominences that ran like rivers across the otherwise smooth cylinder were practically searing her! If that wasn’t overwhelming enough, the hound’s tapered tip nestled comfortably against her cervix, Star’s eyes going wide. No way Baphomet’s magic loosened her back there too, right?

Star screamed when he proved that little hope wrong. The short sound came more from shock than pain. His entrance to her most sacred space only came with radiant pleasure. It was intense, make no mistake. The fires of his veined rod seared her core, heat building so intensely within her she might very well burst into flame.

Having her womb stretched out against the bench below was distracting enough to make her miss the first knot pushing her labia outward ever more, but not the second. Whatever noise existed beyond a scream was caught in Star’s throat when Astrygoz pushed her to the limits of Baphomet’s enchantment. She could swear she felt her hips spreading apart, her anatomy rewriting itself in service of this demon’s cock.

Strangely enough, that thought was what sent her over the edge. Her vision went spotty as Astrygoz’s fire exploded through the rest of her body in waves of raw euphoria. She was pretty sure she was moaning a lot. Like, a lot a lot. Hard to tell with the mind-wiping orgasm though. Star had entered a divine state. Pleasure pulsed into every neuron, guided by the unholy rod of adoration that shone at the very center of her being.

Astrygoz adjusted his position, claws scraping thin streaks of red through her fur. However long she was going to be a space case didn’t matter to him anymore. This was about his satisfaction, wasn’t it? So he was going to satisfy himself. He widened the stance of his back paws and wrenched himself out, ignoring the howls of Estrella being ripped from her reverie.

Barely seconds later he was plunging himself back in, his second knot gaping her for a split second before he yanked away again. With a size like Astrygoz’s, you’d expect a full stroke to take a solid few seconds. The thing was, Astrygoz also had the hips to match. The hell-hound’s hips worked like a blur, inky blackness swirling back and forth in fluid motions so fast the mortal eye couldn’t comprehend them.

Star’s body could hardly comprehend it either. By the time her brain registered the hound’s cock pulling out and relieving her of the pressure of his knots, they were back in her all over again. The only focal points she could count on were the pinpricks of delightful pain that came with his claws scraping her backside every time he adjusted.

They weren’t much worse than surface deep, but it was enough contrast to keep part of her cognizant. The rest of her? Nutting her brains into an ooze on the floor, of course. Even if she’d had her facilities, Star would’ve long lost track of how many times she’d come. For all she knew, she could be cumming right now! It was awe-inspiring, honestly.

Astrygoz moved with such inhuman fluidity, impressing upon the poor lamb just how out of her league this all was. That only made the next few orgasms hit all the harder. She hoped Baphomet was enjoying the view, indulging in whatever grotesque moans were escaping her. The gods could scorn her, all she wanted for the rest of her life was for that buxom beast of a demoness to watch Star’s entire world get turned upside down.

Serrated blades sunk into Star’s shoulder in even rows, the girl needing a solid few seconds to realize they were the hound’s teeth. Pain resounded through flesh and muscle as he bit down, Star yowling in response. He didn’t bite down much firmer than that, which made the damage bearable. More than just bearable, pleasurable. The bestial hips hadn’t stopped for a moment, remodeling Star’s cunt with every half-second long stroke. She was sure it was getting faster. More desperate. Oh by the unholy mistress, was he about to …

Schlop.

With his last thrust, Star’s cunt felt the slight increase in pressure at her entrance just before it all came tumbling down. Astrygoz’s knots were swelling, and fast. They had to be at least doubling in size, the strain overtaking her mind as the larger of the two went ahead and mashed her g-spot into a crepe. The resulting orgasm was equally crushing, Star’s eyes going cross and everything going pure white. It was like the climax squeezed her brain straight into the ether, leaving nothing remaining but a husk of a very, very horny girl.

Snap.

Baphomet’s nails brought Star back instantly, the haze of her orgasm cleared away with magics beyond her understanding. But that wasn’t a mercy. It was to ensure that Star could recognize the bench had warped beneath her stomach, vanishing downward to leave a gap she didn’t quite understand. Contemplating it vanished from her mind when Astrygoz’s cock pulsed, though.

The first throb of that demonic cock bloomed her with devilish heat, Star was quietly concerned with how full it made her feel already. The second made the fullness complete, and the third explained exactly why that gap was there. Baphomet’s little assist had left her stretchy. So the fourth and fifth loads of Astrygoz’s burning breed ballooned her belly outward with remarkable ease, leaving the sheep girl to groan in quiet defeat.

She lost count at load six, head crestfallen as she coped with the fact that this felt awesome. Every pump of seed into her gut filled her with a deep kind of satisfaction. It was a sensation that didn’t reach the ascendant highs of her climaxes, but instead stroked something else at the back of her brain that released delicious serotonin all the same. Astrygoz had swollen her so generously, her gut resembling the third trimester of twins … gods. She needed to do this again.

“Very impressive, Estrella. Passing out only once! —” Baphomet’s praise came with a smile, indicating that despite any potential sarcasm she was being oddly genuine, “Alright, Astrygoz. Let’s release her now, yes?”

The hell-hound grunted in assent, his claws finding purchase on the stone floor for him to tuuuuuuuuug —

“Hhhhghn!” Star choked out a grunt of pain when he attempted, forcing him to stop in his tracks.

“Oh dear. Even with the enchantments, the knots are too big?” “I-mmmgh. Yeah. Think so,” Star replied meekly, feeling embarrassed at the implicit failure.

“Well, we can work on that. For now, let’s simply put you down …”

Baphomet clicked her tongue and twisted her wrists as part of the arcane gesture to make the bench slowly but surely melt into the ground. The leather bindings came undone before the platforms sunk into a smooth slate, leaving only Astrygoz above her.

With the bench out of the way, he felt perfectly comfortable lurching off to the side, leaving Star with the strange sensation of his cock rotating inside her as he turned entirely around. This left Star on her hands and knees with the knot remaining terrifyingly firm, but Astrygoz had enough kindness to lower himself to the ground and allow Star to rest her ass-cheeks on her hooves. She tried to wriggle off, giving up the ghost when the pain quickly became too much.

Welp. Guess she was stuck here for however long. The sheep girl shifted slightly to get as comfortable as she could in this position, looking up to Baphomet for … some … guidance …

Holy cock of Baphomet. Literally. From her position on the ground, Star could behold the most glorious of up-skirts. A solid foot and a half of demonic cock hung low from Baphomet’s sheath. It was a vivid crimson that matched the pair of lightly furred, low-hanging testes behind it. Both parts of the demoness rose and lowered with her steady breathing, bouncing when Baphomet decided to clear her throat.

“Ah-” Star squeaked, forcing her eyes upward to meet the demoness’ endlessly amused expression.

“I take it you’re enjoying the view. ”

Star’s face flushed redder. What was the point of not being honest?

“Y-yes.”

“Good. That’s good. I like a girl who knows what she wants. So … what do you want? —”

Silence. Star stared into the swirling fabrics of Baphomet’s top as if trying to divine an answer from the cosmos out of the creases of purple and gold.

“C-can,” when she found her voice, it was quiet, “Can I make you cum, too?” Now that put a smile on Baphomet’s face.

“Of course.”

In just two steps she closed the gap between Star and herself, the sheep girl’s head vanishing into her skirt —

The first thing that struck Star was her lady’s scent. It wasn’t overly pronounced, nor the result of exertion. No, this aroma was just what Baphomet came packaged with. Tangy undertones blended with a heavy musk to create something that made Star’s heart flutter in just a few breaths. This close to the demonic cock, she even got to admire its intricate details. Pale fingers traced the edges of firm ridges running along either side of her base, giving way about halfway down to a whole field of bumps in radial rows that she knew would tickle her pussy perfectly. A shame it was occupied.

Star consoled herself by hoisting the tip of Baphomet’s cock up to her lips, soaking in how beautiful it looked. It wasn’t too far off from a mundane cock-head, though it came to a taper much quicker and its crown bore a trio of spikes on either side. It belonged to the jagged queen, after all. Baphomet was seemingly as patient as could be, saying nothing as Star nuzzled her snout against the base of the crimson member and sucked in deep inhalations of her lurid musk. It probably helped that she was circling the dark red tip of her cock with her fingers, giving Baphomet a little something to relish in.

“Such an affectionate girl you are …”

The taller woman purred. The fabrics of her skirt began to unclasp on their own, floating into an array of colored silk that peeled away and vanished into the ether. Now Baphomet could gaze upon Star’s worship all she liked —

Their eyes met quickly, the anxiety and embarrassment gone completely from the little sheep’s face. Only affection remained, tempered by lust to become nigh-immediate intoxication. Broad hands vanished into the starry tangle of the sheep’s curly locks, their fingertips pressing against her scalp. Star could take the hint easily enough.

The sheep’s muzzle peppered kisses along the side of Baphomet’s twitching pillar on a beeline right on down to the oozing tip, gracing that tapered end with the biggest kiss of them all. Persistent, too! — Star didn’t stop kissing — in fact, it only got deeper, Star’s muzzle spreading wider the more cock it took on. Baphomet’s spell was doing work. It allowed Star to force the flared tip of that demonic dick into her throat without much fanfare at all. Almost like it made the girl a perfect receptacle for cock.

“That’s … a good girl,” Baphomet murmured, scratching the roots of her hair, “So diligent. You’re making a fine addition already.”

Praise only made Star bob faster, a smile curling at the corners of her mouth. With magic protecting her she didn’t even hesitate to gulp inch after inch of matronly cock down. Quickly enough her bobbing head brought her flush to Baphomet’s mound, at which point she nearly instantly started swiping her tongue around whatever flesh the muscle could reach.

Even this deep down her throat, Star got to discover the underside of Baphomet’s was decorated in rolling hills of texture that gave her tongue work somewhere to dip down into. On the retreat, the frontmost spines reminded her of their presence by gently scraping her tight throat. It was nice to realize that even those didn’t hurt, meaning Star could go ham. So of course, she did.

“Ah-mmhn! — Where did you learn to suck cock this good, little lady?”

Star’s muzzle bumped against Baphomet’s loins often and eagerly, completely entranced with the texture and flavor of her demonic captor. The sheep girl was schlep-ing audibly every time she drew herself back, little rivulets of saliva escaping in web-like strings to splatter across either her chest or Baphy’s nuts. At the sound of praise, she just smiled from the corners of her mouth.

To prove just how good she was, the pace slowed. Star inched backward slowly from the base, tracing her tongue gently against the hills of Baphomet’s underside, flicking the tip back and forth over her prominent cum-vein. When the cock slipped free of her throat she even spent a little extra time twisting her head side to side and lashing her tongue up to the side nubs dotting the crimson landscape.

“Mmmghn. Good girl, Estrella. That’s it,” firm fingers ran through Star’s hair, stroking her affectionately, “Prove to me how useful you’ll be.”

At the very tip of that obscene cock Star puckered her lips tight and started making the fuck out with it. Thick globs of pre-breed were swallowed as soon as they shot across her tongue, the muscle dancing in intricate and unpredictable spiral patterns. Her hands were no slouch during that time either, soft palms running between the nubs and grazing the undersides of Baphomet’s spines on their path up and down across the vastness of her heft.

“Shhh. Star. Star …” the demoness’ voice was wavering.

Her hands pressed into the back of Star’s glittering locks a little more urgently. It was a gentle request compared to the raw strength the demon goat could put out. How endearing —

Star was quick to react to her mistress’ desires. With the greatest of ease she crammed the entire pillar down her gullet, eyelids fluttering closed as the member twitched in the tightness of her tunnel. It only took a few short bobs of her head for the woman above to grunt and hold her down more firmly.

“Drink deeply … Little Star,” Baphomet muttered breathlessly.

Soon after the words left her, Baphomet’s cock engorged just a little more. Then the torrent came. The heat was duller than the magma that dwelled in Star’s womb, but she could still feel it as tacky ropes of breed flowed like a geyser from Baphomet’s crown. Much like Astrygoz’s load before it, demonic seed quickly swelled her belly to a limit she thought impossible to overcome.

Experience made her less surprised when it eventually stretched, though. The girl’s lower torso bulged even further, the two bumps squishing against each other beneath her gut to form one holistic mass of swollen stomach that made her more balloon than a person. Not that Star was complaining. Once again, the way her body distorted unnaturally filled her with a sense of total contentment. That, and an egregious amount of cum.

Astrygoz yawned behind her, giving his hips a little tug and being pleased to find his knot had lost a fair amount of girth. Baphomet noticed, making sure to drag her cock from Star’s gullet at the same time Astrygoz vacated her pussy. Both cocks slipped away simultaneously, taking Star from the fullest she’d ever been to … still pretty full.

Without the stopper of canid meat, Star’s cunt started to pour the thick gouts of hell-hound seed in depraved waves. She had to spread her thighs and plant her hands to keep aloft as the queer sensation of her womb emptying filled her mind. It flowed like warm magma, forming a thick pool of the stuff that started at her ankles and quickly marched up to her calves and knees. It was an absurd amount.

The question of if this was enough poked itself into her mind but fell apart quickly in the wake of Star’s tiredness. Instead, she could only think of the other side of the equation. Regardless of what her demonic assailants thought, she was sure as hell sated —

CHAPTER FOUR — A DESCENT

An indiscriminate amount of time later, Star became aware that the flow had stopped. She could still feel the weight of the spunk sloshing around in her lower belly, but she thought it best not to figure out which of her two monumental loads was responsible for that.

“Ughhhn.”

The sheep girl lifted her head, having given up on observing Baphomet or Astrygoz a few minutes into her draining. Something about just gazing into the ever-expanding pool of spunk felt more fulfilling. Or maybe just the flavor of mind-numbing she needed at the time. Either way, Baphomet seemed to still be there now that things had mostly settled.

“Ah! Glad to see you’ve returned to awareness, little twilight.”

The demoness rose from her couch with a towel in hand, reaching down to pluck Star out of the lake of seed that damnable Astrygoz had put in her. Together they found themselves right back in the cushioned seat. Baphomet snapped her fingers to conjure a fresh damp washcloth from the aether and apply it quickly to Star’s cum-coated palms and calves. The cloth was discarded quickly in favor of the aforementioned towel, a dark blue affair that Star soon found getting acquainted with her nooks and crannies. Baphomet was… cleaning her off. Dutifully so, even.

“Ah — um,” Star tried to find words as she was turned every which way, “How long did that take?”

“The sex, or the draining?”

“Second one.”

“Oh, not longer than ten minutes. Forgive me for not remembering exactly, you looked rather cute.”

Hoo! Even after getting fucked within an inch of reasonable sense, that still got her blushing.

“Well. Er. Thank you!”

“Yes, yes. You’ll be absolutely precious serving a place at my side.”

“Oh? At your side?”

Star perked up, not expecting to be at the Baphomet’s right hand. The demon grinned, misreading the purpose of her lamb’s surprise.

“Oh, yes. You see… ” She finished towelling the girl off and lowered Star to rest completely in her lap now that she was clean, “Your contract stipulated that I would educate you so long as you sated Astrygoz,” Her muzzle spread wide with the most self-satisfied of grins, “I regret to inform you that, while he was tired out today, Astrygoz is far from satisfied.”

Star fidgeted, not quite sure why Baphomet was explaining this all in such detail.

“Right?”

“So I will be taking you to the Endless Halls, my Domain within the Abyss. You will be expected to satisfy my hound daily, if not more!” Baphomet’s grin got wider, clearly pleased with the deal she’d managed to strike, “Expect your tenure to last at least four months, if not much longer. I hope you’ll find that … tolerable.”

“Yep! Sounds rad!”

“Excuse me?” Baphomet’s head lurched back in confusion, “I did explain that all correctly, yes?”

“Oh — uh,”

Did … did Baphomet think she was pulling a fast one on Star? This was an ideal scenario, all things considered! Was it wise to push her luck here? … Would it get her kicked out?

“I just mean… let’s not mince words. I’m not exactly getting a raw deal here,” well she was getting something raw. Just in a good way, “I’m about to be educated by a literal mistress of deep knowledge, I get to get fucked so hard I pass out on the daily, and I get to spend whatever time I’m not doing either of those in the presence of the hottest demon that might ever exist. So …” Star shrugged sheepishly, “I don’t know what the downside is?”

Baphomet stared. Even without pupils or sclera to break up the brilliant red of her eyes, Star could tell it was the blankest of gazes. For the first time since her dearest Eliphas, she was left at a loss for words. Star got squirmier, suddenly very concerned that she’d fucked up royally.

“Ah — that is —”

“Hah!” Baphomet’s voice cut through the air with pure mirth, “Ahahahahaha!”

She threw her head back to laugh with her whole chest, possessed by the spirit of delight for a solid minute. The laughter tapered slowly but surely until it devolved into soft chuckles. She pointed her head down to pierce Star with a grinning gaze, the joy still evident in her voice.

“You, Estrella, are going to be a very interesting addition to my domain. I hope you can keep me on my toes!”

Star swallowed, relieved that she wasn’t about to be immolated but concerned that she’d put the onus of responsibility on herself somehow. It’d probably be fine, right?

“Y-yes ma’am! I’ll do my best!”

“That’s a very good girl. Now, since you’re awake. Let’s be off! Your things have already been taken to your new abode.”

Baphomet clapped twice, the pentagram door slamming shut with a thunderous thump.

Outside of those doors, a few imps were assigned to spruce the place up a little. But not too much. Star had already proven the errors of making things too tidy. Byblos would be left in its state for another several dozen years, the tale of the vanishing lamb enough to scare would-be explorers away for quite some time.

As for the lamb? She vanished in a pillar of sulfurous smoke, clinging tight to her mistress as they both sunk into the depths of hell.

Star couldn’t be more excited.

THE END