“Oh my God, Jen, nobody’s going to interrupt your lame-ass séance. And how many times do I have to tell you to stop hanging things with nails? We have those little sticky hooks for a reason.”

Jen rounded in a flash, holding both the framing tack and “do not disturb” sign steady against the door as she dug in for a battle against her sorority sister.

“First of all, it’s a summoning, not a séance. Second, those hooks suck and you know it. Also, we wouldn’t have to make our own fun if we were still allowed to host parties, Mary.”

“Don’t look at me. I would have never hit that police car if Susan hadn’t t-boned the Dean.”

“You hit a parked police car, Mary. With its lights on. Besides, neither of you would have had an issue if you hadn’t decided to go to Arby’s while drunk off your ass.”

“Beef ‘n Cheddars are good for hangovers.”

Jen, at a loss for words, could do little more than stare in disbelief, then turn back to her hammering, making sure to be as loud as possible while driving the incredibly thin nail a fraction of an inch into the door. While she was still rather annoyed at her idiot sisters for getting them banned from having parties for the rest of the academic year, a small part of her was a bit glad to be able to do something other than get trashed and dress like a whore for Halloween.

She had always wanted to do something like this, but never had a chance in high school. She was pleasantly surprised when Liz made the suggestion the week prior, then downright stunned when Amy and Kat joined in as well. It seemed as though they were all motivated by a similar vague interest in spooky occult things, so it had been rather difficult for them to agree on what they actually wanted to do. In the end, it came down to following external links from an online encyclopedia. They were going to summon a demon.

Of course, they all knew that was just a pretense. If you could really summon demons using spells linked from a free online encyclopedia (that anyone can edit) and materials from the baking section of the local supermarket, the world would have been long since overrun and subsequently ruled by teenage girls. No, the order of business for the night was to get a bit tipsy, sit in the dark basement and scare the ever-living shit out of each other until someone turned on the lights. All-in-all, it sounded like a good time. There was just something about that mass hysteria generated by frightened women that got her heart pounding in ways nothing else could. She used to love going to haunted houses for that very reason, but there did not seem to be any good ones within a couple hours of the university. As such, they had to scare the hell out of themselves.

The house was already quieter than usual for this time of night on a regular day, much less a holiday. Quite a few of the sisters had already left for parties elsewhere. Unfortunately, there really wasn’t another good Halloween party anywhere on campus since they got banned. Halloween was always their thing. Most of the girls that hadn’t moved on to other parties elsewhere left with friends or boyfriends the moment class went out, and some even took advantage of the weekend to go back home to see family. It would be a quiet night indeed, which Jen hoped would add to the spook factor. She felt a bit bad for anyone who was staying, though. Their inevitable screaming was probably going to get a bit annoying.

Content with her poorly hung sign, she opened the door and went down to the basement to check on the preparations. The other three were down in the basement, moving around various stored furniture and making room for a large round table they had stolen from the den for the event. It was big and heavy, but looked significantly more occult than the other options. It was just a dark-stained wooden table with thick, ornate legs, but it was vastly better than a fold-up or a poker table, even if the poker table did have drink holders. Jess stood nearby, mindlessly watching her clothing tumble in the last few minutes on the dryer. She had been rather annoyed at having her laundry night interrupted by their festivities, but Liz had managed to convince her to only run her delicates. It was a bit of character growth for the otherwise ritually routine Jess.

“Are drinks ready?”

“I have brought libations for the black sacrament.” Amy held up a large white box with a spout, excitedly presenting the barely wine as it sloshed around inside the sealed cardboard.

“You better not have been partaking of the ‘libations’ without me.”

“Nay. Just pre-gaming.”

“Oh, Jen, we could only find three of the nice wooden chairs. We already took a vote, and unanimously decided that you get the camping chair.”

“Thanks for your consideration, Kat.” She beamed at Jen sarcastically. “At least I get a cup holder.”

True to expectations, she saw the green fold-up camping chair laid out for her next to the table. It looked absolutely ridiculous, but that would hardly matter once they turned the lights off. Turning her attention to slightly more important things, she set herself to the arduous task of finding somewhere to put six dozen tea candles. Turns out, some things are just never sold in small numbers. She ended up scattering them throughout the basement in small little clusters of six, partially as a nod to the occult, but more because that was how they were wrapped in the package. One package was left on the table so they could put one at each of the vertices of the pentagram Liz was busily trying to draw with salt and a bendy straw. Given how small tea candles were, it was probably best to put off lighting them until they were ready to go.

“What’s still left to do?”

The other girls looked up from their various tasks, exchanging quick glances at each other and the various goods they had laid out before shrugging in near unison.

“I’m going to go get changed, then.”

“Oh, right. I almost forgot. I’m going to finish up this…Tibetan salt art and go get into costume.”

Jen bounded up the stairs, slowly becoming more excited about the events of the night. She made her way to her small, somewhat messy room, closing the door behind her. She had never been too particular about picking up after herself. She kept things clean enough, but bits of clothing and other odds and ends occasionally found there way onto the floor. And stayed there. Her clothes today would join their siblings in the jumbled mess in the corner.

She stripped quickly down to just her underwear, discarding her top and pants haphazardly. Much to her dismay, her deep summer tan had already faded away almost entirely, leaving her almost cream-colored. Were it not for the handful of barely visible lines around her white bra and panties, one might not even realize that she had ever been tan. This late in the season, the only hint that she had ever seen the sun was the light dusting of freckles that covered her cheeks and nose. Her well-faded tan contrasted nicely with her dark green eyes and straight raven-black hair that bounced gracefully about her shoulder blades and modest (but perky, she told herself) bust. She had always been much more proud of her long, fit legs anyway. She liked to stay in shape and, unlike most of her sisters, appreciated the value of weight training. Even she had to admit that it showed, particularly in her firm-yet-feminine stomach and ass.

Of course, with the night’s activities what they were, none of that really mattered. To show exactly how little that mattered, she went straight for her costume for the night, pulling a long and unbelievably unflattering black robe from her closet. It was technically just a bathrobe, but it was the best she could do with the amount of time she had to prepare. At the very least, between its relaxed fit and plushy material, she would definitely be the most comfortable witch in the basement tonight. To complete the ensemble, she slipped into a pair of house slippers, feet wiggling contentedly in their fluffy comfort.

She left her room, bumping into Amy in the hall. The slim redhead looked somehow more ridiculous in a jet-black crop top and mini skirt. Clearly, she had gone with more of a modern aesthetic. Between her choice of dress and her natural slight build and curly red hair, she almost looked like a character from a b-grade horror movie that may or may not be adult in nature.

“Basement gets pretty cold, you know.”

“That’s what the wine is for.”

“You do plan on remembering this, right?”

“I’ll be fine. I’m half Irish.”

Jen looked her up and down pointedly.

“Really? Just half?”

“The other half is Scottish.”

They walked down the stairs together, rounding the corner and down another flight to the basement.

“Close the door behind you, Liz already beat you back down.”

“How did she get back so fast? She was still working when I went up.”

“See for yourself.”

“It’s not that bad, Kat.”

Kat was already at the bottom of the stairs, waiting to flick the stairway lights off. She seemed to have taken the two-day shipping option and sported a rather cheap-looking witch costume, hat and all. To be fair, the tall brunette did already look a bit the part. Between her curly brown hair and rather long nose, she was the most witch-looking among them. Her deep tan, no doubt a feature of the very same genes that provided her nose, was the only feature that really didn’t fit the look. That was not to say that she was at all hard on the eyes, but hers was a more acquired taste – lanky, elegant, and sharp-featured. At the moment, her features were a bit softened by her valiant-but-futile efforts to suppress a laugh.

As the pair reached the bottom of the stairs, they finally saw what had caused her reaction. Liz huffed about, trying to keep her long sleeves from sweeping any salt off the table. She stood uncomfortably in what Jen could only assume was her high school graduation gown, unless she secretly had completely atrocious taste.

“It’s black. It’s a robe. It works, right?”

The only thing that kept Jen from bursting into immediate laughter was more than a bit of jealousy. It may have been from high school, but no woman should ever fill out a gown like that. The polyester pleats of her robe were stretched flat by the enormity of her bust and breadth of her hips. Somehow, the ridiculously busty blonde had managed to make a graduation gown look like lingerie. Seriously, those had to be F-cups. Suddenly feeling more than a little inadequate, Jen forced out her waiting laughs. That would show her for being well-endowed.

“Shut up! I had it, it’s free, and it fits.”

“Barely.”

“You look like you’re about to pay an after-graduation visit to your favorite teacher.”

“Yeah, you really should just wear that next year when there’s guys around.”

Fortunately, Amy stepped in to re-track the conversation.

“Anyway, ladies, I present to you the centerpiece for tonight’s festivities.”

With a cardboard box and a flourish, she produced and in one motion, slammed into the center of the salty pentagram a goat skull. By the looks of it, an actual fucking goat skull. That or a very, very convincing replica.

“Where the hell did you get that?”

“THE INTERNET! And that’s not all.”

She rummaged once again through the cardboard box of mystery, procuring a dark wide-mouthed jar.

“Blood!”

“What kind of watch list do you end up on for buying blood on the internet?”

“It’s just pig’s blood. People use it in cooking all the time.”

She set the bottle down on the table with a thunk.

“What’s it even for?”

“The ritual, of course.”

“There’s no blood in any of the instructions we found.”

“I don’t know, we’ll just throw it in at some point.”

“Oh, speaking of, do we have everything else ready to go?”

“I have the printouts over here.”

Kat placed what looked like a stone guacamole bowl filled with lawn shavings in the middle of the table next to the increasingly out-of-place goat skull.

“What’s that?”

“Sage.”

“Is this just dried sage from the spice isle?”

“It’s not my fault they don’t sell bundles of sage at the grocery store.”

“Yeah they do, in the produce section, next to the mushrooms.”

“You can’t burn fresh greens.”

“You can with a torch.”

“Alright, enough. The sage is just for the smoke. I don’t think it matters if it’s chopped and comes in a little red bottle.”

The other girls laid out the remaining few components on the table as Jen busied herself lighting candles. Upon further inspection, six dozen candles may have been a worse idea than she originally thought. She probably could have stood to leave a couple dozen in the bag and save them for…whatever tea candles were actually for. Presumably, they had something to do with tea, but she had only ever seen them inside cheap decorations. Truly the mysteries of the universe were multitudinous. At least there would be plenty of light. Ambient as darkness was, they were reading instructions as they went.

“I think that’s about it. Everybody ready?”

“Hell yeah.”

They each took their seats at the table, Jen sinking quite noticeably into her camping chair while Liz flicked off the lights. As the room went dark, the atmosphere really did transform. What had originally felt like a cheap joke now looked pretty respectable, all things considered. She hated to admit that the goat skull really helped pull it off.

“Jen, light the sage.”

“Already?”

“It’s supposed to purify the room and chase out any foul energies.”

A quick click on the lighter, and it lit up, burning surprisingly well and quickly.

“Oh, I can see why. It smells terrible.”

“I get the impression this isn’t supposed to be done indoors.”

“What next?”

“It says we’re supposed to clear our minds.”

“I have just the thing for that!”

Amy nearly exploded from her seat to fetch the box of whine and glasses, filling each in turn and immediately passing them out. It was unsurprisingly rather simple and unnecessarily sweet, though what else could one expect from wine that came out of a box? If nothing else, it helped to clear out the smell of the burning sage. Jen glanced around the room, looking at the poorly lit faces of her friends as they drank. Corny little pass-time or not, it was obvious that they were all smiling. In truth, it seemed as though they had all forgotten that they were even down here for a reason, a problem that did not abate as glasses ran empty and refilled.

While all their housemates were nominally sisters, some were obviously closer than others. Over the last year, Jen found herself growing much more fond of the small group they had assembled in the basement. Through the clarity of alcohol, a small part of her brain started to wonder if they were all equally invested in their Halloween plans, or if it was just an excuse to get together. It didn’t really matter, but it did bring a smile to her face as she watched her friends banter, shooting in her own quips whenever it felt right. They became gradually louder and less clever as the box emptied until, at last, the last drop was squeezed out with the aid of Liz and Kat doing their best to crush the box between them. With a quick tip of the head, Amy polished off the bottom of the last glass, sighing dramatically before setting the glass down with a bit too much force. Petite as she was, it was little wonder that she was quite a bit further along than the rest of them.

“What’s next, Kat?”

She struggled slightly to read, the combination of darkness and alcohol making the small font look even smaller.

“It says we’re supposed to clear our minds and concentrate on the ritual.”

“We already did that.”

“No, we just got tipsy. We still have to quiet down and focus.”

Amazingly, the room actually fell silent. Jen half expected Amy to make some drunken interjection, but she actually closed her eyes and looked like she was trying to concentrate. The other girls had apparently already joined her, so Jen followed suit. As time dragged on, she actually started to appreciate the silence a bit. She had never been one for meditation, but she could get behind this. She tried a few times to concentrate on the ritual they were supposed to be doing, but just ended up finding her mind wandering. It’s not like they were really doing magic, so it wasn’t really a big deal. Believing was half the fun, though. She nearly jumped out of her chair when Kat broke the silence.

“To you we implore, daemon who follows, we bring you to form, and beckon you forth. In your service here, Katherine, who speaks.”

A moment of silence, interrupted by the sound of an elbow striking ribs.

“Elizabeth.”

“Amy, who is a bit drunk.”

Even through the darkness, she could feel her sisters’ ire.

“Jennifer.”

“Bound to our will, we choose your form. Sisters, whom do we wish to summon?”

“Do we need a name?”

“No, it just says the type of demon.”

“Like what?”

“It says, as an example, that we could summon a demon of wrath.”

“Can we ask for more wine?”

“At least pretend to take it seriously.”

“Fine, a demon of lust.”

The room fell silent until Amy spoke again.

“You know you’re all thinking it. It’s what we would all be doing if those idiots hadn’t ruined it for the rest of us.”

Silence reigned again until Kat responded.

“Are there any objections?”

More silence.

“Lust shall be your creed, and pleasure your price. What does it look like?”

“Head of a goat.”

“Burning red eyes.”

“Giant cock.”

“Amy!”

“You were all thinking it.”

“Moving on. Jen, what do you see?”

“Enormous furred body.”

“Pervert.”

“You’re one to talk.”

“Enough, both of you. Liz, sprinkle the ash in the center of the table.”

“Ooh, add the blood.”

“I’m not pouring blood on the table.”

“Then I will.”

A brief struggle ensued between Liz and Amy, resulting in the bottle coming open and spilling out a huge cloud of dark powder.

“What the hell is that?”

“Blood, you idiot.”

“Why is it a powder?”

“You didn’t think they’d sell you actual liquid blood, did you?”

“What are you supposed to do with dried blood?”

“I think you mix it with oats and-”

“Sisters, please. Focus.”

“Bound by our magic, summoned by our will, make your answer known.”

They waited with baited breath, even Amy staying quiet as they watched and listened. Disappointment crept onto their faces, starting with Liz. She seemed to be really getting into this.

“Bound by-”

Katherine was interrupted by a monumental crashing sound from above. Jen could feel herself scream, and nearly fell out of her chair. Liz had somehow managed to stand and wave her arms in panic, while Amy had pulled herself into a ball.

“Oh shit, what was that?”

“It sounded like it came from upstairs.”

“Maybe Dee dropped that stupid fucking kayak of hers again.”

“In October?”

“It doesn’t matter. All our screaming probably scared them as much as they scared us.”

Liz laughed. “Yeah, probably. What comes next?”

Kat cleared her throat before continuing. “If this place does not suit you, change it to your will.”

“Hey, that wasn’t in meter.”

“Shut it, Amy.”

“Does anyone else smell burning?”

“You’re just going crazy.”

“No, Liz is right. It does smell like burning.”

“That’s just the heat turning on. It is October, after all.”

“It’s not supposed to smell like that.”

“That’s the way it always smells.”

“I’ll check the furnace. I certainly don’t want to be down her in the dark if something goes wrong. Lord knows this place is old enough.”

Jen got up from the table, grabbing one of the conveniently ubiquitous candles to go check on the furnace. She wasn’t entirely sure why she was doing this. She would never tell her friends, but she wasn’t exactly an HVAC technician. If she was being honest with herself, she just wanted to get up for a bit. She was starting to get freaked out a bit. In a good way, of course. She was certainly enjoying herself, but the butterflies in her stomach demanded a bit of a stroll. She performed exactly the extent of the inspection that her father had taught her: the pilot light was on, and nothing that was not supposed to be on fire was on fire. Looked good over here. Then again, she did have to admit that it did smell pretty bad.

“Sulfur. I’m telling you, I smell sulfur.”

“No you don’t, Liz. That’s just the furnace. It’s fine. Jen, does everything look alright?”

“Seems fine.”

“Then we’re going to continue.”

“I really don’t think we should.”

“We’re almost done. There’s like two lines left here.”

“But what happens if finishing it actually works?”

“Then we become famous for being the first people to ever summon a fucking demon with shitty internet instructions.”

“Seriously, Liz. It’s fine.”

“What if the spell only works if you believe it works?”

“Shut up, Amy. You’re not helping.”

It actually did smell quite a bit like sulfur, and not in a way a furnace ever should. However, rather than being irritating, something about the smell was a bit relaxing. It still burned, but also had a bit of homey comfort, like a large bonfire. She could actually feel herself relaxing a little, even given the circumstances. She just hoped it wasn’t carbon monoxide. That shit’ll kill you.

“I’m going to finish up then. I’ll read these last lines, we can all scream the next time a candle flickers, and we’ll all go upstairs, turn on the lights, and laugh at ourselves while we get drunk. Sound like a plan?”

“Sure.”

“I’m up for getting drunk.”

“I guess.”

“Alright.” Kat cleared her throat once again, hacking a bit at the smoky smell that seemed to be growing stronger by the second. “You are called, demon. Take on flesh and blood. Walk among us now.”

At the very moment Kat finished the final line, the candles set upon the table went out in unison, accompanied by considerable screaming.

“Very fucking funny, Kat.”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“You just joked about the candles flickering.”

“I’m telling you, I didn’t do that.”

Then the remainder of the candles went out. Chairs clattered and bodies collided. Jen winced in pain as her hip hit hard against the table in her haste to stand. The four clambered over each other to reach the stairs, tripping and falling in a pile at the bottom before scrambling back up, all sixteen limbs thudding against the plain boards thunderously.

Jen found the door with her head, grateful enough at the prospect of salvation to forgive the growing pain on her crown. She reached blindly through the darkness for the knob with both hands, latching on and grabbing tight. Other sets of hands found her arms and wrists as she fought with the door. It did not budge. At all. The handle made no movement or sound, not even rattling about as she tugged furiously. She abandoned the knob as other hands grasped it, turning instead to pound with open palms on the door. It was impossibly solid, hard as stone and unmoving. Despite her vigor, it neither budged nor made sound.

“Let us out!”

“What’s happening?”

“Open the door!”

The four devolved to unintelligible screaming and pounding, but nothing happened. Screaming turned to hacking as the smoke grew stronger. Jen noticed dimly that her eyes had started watering from the irritation, but was too occupied pounding the door to take note. While subtle at first, with each weakening blow, the door felt noticeably hotter until it became too hot to the touch. The other three seemed to notice the same thing, and soon their efforts stopped.

“Oh my God, what’s happening?”

“Will somebody please let us out?”

“Everyone, stop.”

It was Kat’s suddenly calm tone that finally quieted their frantic yelling. Jen felt a cold hand grip around her robe and tug repeatedly, grabbing her attention. She turned to look, but immediately wished she had not. A faint red glow permeated the basement below, the light appearing to emanate from everywhere. A thin haze hung about the room, blurring its features even in the dim light. The only thing untouched by the faint red glow was the pentagram upon the table, its features crisp and black as night.

“This isn’t fucking funny, Kat.”

“I told you, I have no idea what’s going on.”

“Let it go, Liz. There’s no way this is just a prank.”

“You mean it actually worked?”

The silence among them was enough of an answer.

“We have to go back down.”

“Are you nuts?”

“What is standing up here doing? We’re obviously sealed down here.”

“We can stay here.”

“For how long? We don’t know when – or if – this is going to stop.”

“Jen’s right. We can at least go down and figure out what’s going on.”

“I’m not fucking going down there.”

“We should all go together.”

“Bullshit. I’m staying here.”

“By yourself?”

In place of an answer, Jen felt one of Liz’s arms clutch her robe and pull tightly. There was an unspoken consensus and, as one, they started to go down the stairs. One step at a time, more sliding than walking as none of them were actually standing, huddled together as they were. It was silent but for the pounding of blood in her ears, her heart threatening to explode as her pulse quickened with each step. The smell grew stronger as well, making the air feel warmer than it was and itching at her skin. It felt almost like that sudden blast of warmth that one felt after coming in from the cold, except it didn’t end. In fact, it grew by the second, warming her exposed skin to the point of discomfort.

By the time they reached the bottom of the stairs, they were standing again, though still huddled together in a mass. Only Jen and Kat could actually see, the others too short or too hunched in to see above their sisters. Not that there was anything to see. The basement appeared as they left it, just now glowing red. The three wooden chairs were tipped over and the contents of the table (spare the pentagram) were now scattered about the floor from their panicked escape. While nothing looked especially threatening in the room, there was also no obvious way out. The basement had no other doors than the one they had already tried, but Jen had long given up assuming that any of this was supposed to make sense.

“Ugh.”

With a groan, Amy slumped a few inches, her hands falling to her sides.

“Amy! Amy, what’s wrong?”

She gave no answer but to slip further, held up right only by the pressing weight of the other three. She slumped further, her top riding up as she slid. Her breathing grew faster with each inch. Then she started to moan. The sound was like a jolt up her spine, so out of place in their terror, but also somehow right. None dared to move an inch as Amy continued to slide, her moaning turning into whispered pleas and strained yelps of delight. Her hand found Jen’s robe and began to twist in time with her vocalizations, her body shaking and straining as her cries rose to a fevered pitch.

Jen reached out to her friend, grabbing a hold of her arm and preparing to lift her up. Instead, all the strength left her, legs and arms suddenly feeling weak and so very heavy. The sights and sounds of the world around her became indistinct, blurring into a mass of smoke, red, and the garbled but obviously frantic words of her friends. Then it hit her. Arousal exploded within her in an instant. All the fear, all the tension, it was all a misunderstanding. The terror that tightened her chest became tight embrace of a lover; the dread that forced her limbs to shake actually the violent release of passion. Her breath hitched at the revelation, her body and mind sinking lower as she ceased to hear and to see. All that mattered was the inferno that grew within her.

Her lust grew without end, her hips bucking and shaking in desperate search for stimulation. The rough cloth of her robe pressed against her slit, no doubt trapped against something hard. She rubbed against it, her efforts unfocused and irregular, her body too desperate for touch to move with any form of coordination. She could feel the rough cloth grow damp, feel the thin lines of arousal that flowed freely from her sex and clung to her burning skin. With her other senses taken away, she was trapped in a world of sensation. It was like she was wracked with a fever, every inch of skin burning and sensitive, yet each touch exploded into pleasure. Despite this, she could find no release. She understood, however. She knew that she would not find release until it was given to her. A steady trickle ran down her thighs. She could already sense his presence, more an understanding than any kind of real awareness. She called out to him, her lips mumbling vaguely coherent pleas as she moaned. He wanted her to show her pleasure. Each moan brought him closer to this world. No mere spell could bring him to this world. Brought here by our will, indeed. She could tell that her sisters were not far behind. It could not be long now.

Every second was agony, the flood of desire within her growing with no release. Her thighs rubbed together as her straining nipples rubbed against her clothes, sending bolts of hot pleasure shooting down her spine. It wasn’t enough. All it did was drive her wild, her hips out of control as she sought her pleasure. Arousal splattered about inside her robe, smearing over her skin all the way up to her navel as she writhed. Her lips found skin and she began to lick and suck and bite without thinking, loving the taste and feeling on her lips and tongue. The skin was hot like her own and quivered at her touch. Hands not her own ran across her own body, the feeling electric no matter where they touched. Time did not seem to pass as she hung on the precipice, every second bringing more pleasure without plateau. Then she felt him.

What little strength of will and body she had left evaporated as he came into the room. Her eyes were not open, yet she could see him more clearly than if they had been. A hulking figure of rugged muscle, so unlike anything a human could ever be, covered from head to toe in fur the color of ash that did nothing to hide the bulge of hard muscle. His thick legs bent backwards and terminated in split hooves black and shining like obsidian. An enormous furred head like a goat sat between his shoulders, red eyes flickering and burning like a flare. His glorious form settled in the background of her mind as she stared transfixed, eyes focused on what stood between his legs – a pillar of throbbing red flesh, crossed by veins and swollen beyond possibility. It tapered and flared seemingly at random, with bumps and ridges appearing and disappearing across its length. It was enormous, well beyond the capacity of any woman, but that hardly mattered; she would be made to fit. What hung beneath was no less impressive, his furred scrotum hanging down to his knees. He was inexhaustible.

Even in her current state, she could hear the pleading and the moans of her sisters, each seeking to entice him to choose her. She whimpered and begged, but already knew that he had made his choice. His rod swung with each long step he took toward them, stopping at the edge of the pile. He reached down with a single hand, hefting Amy and disentangling her from their bodies. She hung limp in his arms because he wanted it that way. So did she. He ripped her clothing off with a single talon, the sharp instruments beneath her notice as she took in his form. With only the barest effort, he turned her over, placing her face-down upon the table before taking his place behind her.

He wasted no time with foreplay or teasing, positioning his tip at her entrance and pushing in. Amy let out a small moan as he parted her lips, slipping the tapering point of his length inside. It took little more than an inch for his overbearing size to slow down progress, her lips already stretched wider than she ever thought possible, though they would soon be much wider still. He pressed inside, reshaping her with his girth as inch after agonizing inch pressed inside. Amy trembled under the pressure, her hands finding strength enough to squeeze themselves white on the edge of the table as she panted and squirmed.

His progress was uneven, slowing slightly as a particularly large protrusion fought for passage before quickly slipping through to the next bulge. Amy’s small frame truly showcased his size, her hips lifting off the table as her stomach distended in the shape of his shaft. It was just enough to lift her feet off the floor, toes curling in ecstasy. A moment later, he bottomed out inside her, somehow managing to fit the entirety of his obscene rod in the petite woman. Even in a more coherent state of mind, Jen would have struggled to explain how such a feat was possible, though the sheer volume of honey that poured from her slit, clung to her legs, and pooled on the floor was probably part of it.

Almost immediately, he began to withdraw, extracting his entire length in a fraction of a second before burying himself to the hilt again a moment later. His apparent gentleness only lasted long enough to mold her sex, their current passions best described as frenetic. Amy hung limp, her nails scrambling for purchase as she panted and screamed, his length literally fucking the air in and out of her lungs. As his speed increased, he leaned over her, hands resting on the table astride her shoulders. Each violent thrust rocked her entire body, her small but very well-proportioned ass jiggling in harmony.

What was happening could hardly be called sex. He took from her whatever he wanted, and his every motion made her scream and writhe. Her head lay flat on the table, forgotten next to the riotous sensation coming from her cunt. The rhythmic slaps of fur on skin echoed in Jen’s mind. What will it be like when it is her turn? Would he bend her over and rut her like a bitch just as he was doing with Amy? Her body was his to use however he pleased. She dripped at the thought, her fantasies playing through her head as she watched her friend get violated.

It did not take long for the brutal fucking to throw Amy over the edge. Her toes curled mid-air, legs flexing involuntarily with each spasm of her abused walls while her breathing devolved into short moaning trills and gasps for air. Every inch of her trembled, from the red hair that shrouded her face to her pale back and beat-red ass. If he cared at all about her climax, it didn’t show, his pace steady despite the pulsing vice of her orgasming pussy. With whatever shred of motor control she still had, Amy pushed her hips up in the air, arching her back and grinding her clit into his obscene length.

She never seemed to come down from her high, her body now visibly shaking all over, yet he showed no signs of stopping or even slowing. If anything, he began to fuck her harder, his hands working their way down to her hips and grasping, wrapping entirely around her slender body and pulling her onto him with every thrust. Between the rhythmic clenching of her sex and the knobs on his cock pounding in and out of her, her fluids sprayed in all directions, coating her reddened ass and wetting his fur. Jen yearned to lick it off them both, perhaps even drink it straight from the source, but could not summon the strength to move, not without his will.

After what felt like an eternity of brutal, relentless pounding, the demon began to snort, muscles flexing as he sheathed himself inside her again and again, not one thrust failing to meet fur to skin. His hands reached up, one cupping Amy’s modest bust and the other grabbing her hair and dragging her nearly upright while her hips were still pinned to the table. Presented like this, it was even more obvious how impossible their coupling was, with his cock distending her taught stomach by a hand’s breadth each time he bottomed out. Despite her obvious physical distress, her face showed nothing but unconstrained ecstasy, her eyes rolled up and jaw slack, lips drenched and dripping with saliva.

With an ear-splitting roar, he buried himself inside her one final time, pushing even deeper than before. Jen could see his sac lift and tighten before disgorging its load. The bulge in her stomach swelled at first, blunting the perfect mold of his cock before bursting, great torrents of thick creamy white pouring in quick spurts from her spasming cunt. The smell was incredible and all-consuming, going from Jen’s nose straight to her cunt. His second pulse came a few seconds later, accompanied by the same swelling and leaking. Despite the lack of any movement, Amy continued to cum, the mere act of being filled enough to extend her endless orgasm.

Half a dozen enormous shots later, he finally relaxed, pulling slowly from her battered cunt. When he finally popped free, she was positively gaping, a torrent of thick white spunk slowly pouring from her ruined hole. What little of her pussy that wasn’t covered in his seed burned red, flooded with arousal and beaten raw by his vigor. Jen moaned in desperate desire; she would give literally anything (except her turn with him) to simply sit below her leaking cunt and drink, mouth hanging open in mindless pleasure while cum ran down her face and tits.

The demon, meanwhile, had not softened at all, his cock shining wet and still dripping cum, but absolutely undaunted. Limitations clearly did not exist for him. His appetite was bottomless, but he was just getting started. He ran a single claw gently, almost lovingly down her back, stopping just above the cleft of her ass before stabbing in. Amy could only mutter and twitch as his claw carved effortlessly through her skin, twisting intricately in some unseen pattern. She had been marked. When he finished claiming her, he lifted her gently, setting her down softly a few feet over on the table to leak and spasm in peace. After regarding her one more time, seemingly content with his work, he turned to face the heap of women, sitting as best as he could upon the table.

Liz was next. They each simply knew it as fact that she would now be granted the honor of serving him. She rose, unsteadily, as though re-learning how to walk, and took her place before him, stripping easily as she walked. Apparently, she was naked under her gown. Large as he was, his towering tip nearly met her at eye-level as she stood. Despite this, she sank to her knees in obeisance. She had not yet earned the right to touch his shaft. Instead, she started at his thighs, her tongue licking his fur, drinking up the liquid arousal Amy had splattered upon him. She continued this all around, licking drenched fur wherever it could be found. She shuddered slightly with each lick, the taste driving her wild.

When every dirtied inch of his fur had been cleaned, she sank back down onto her heels and pressed her face between his thighs. She simply sat for a moment, eyes closed in bliss as she inhaled his scent. She blushed deeply, her sizable breasts turning crimson with arousal. A thick strand of her lust dripped slowly from her reddened lips. Then, with an unsteady tongue, she began to service his scrotum.

Arms still at her sides, she felt around as best she could with her mouth, seeking out the treasures hidden within. After a few seconds, she was worshiping him, virtually french kissing every fold of his sac as she dug around, moaning contentedly. When she eventually found what she was looking for, she dug in harder, taking his enormous ball into her mouth, filling it completely. She moaned even louder as she tumbled it around, doing the best she could with her limited physiology. Her eyes sought his, hoping for any signs of approval, but receiving little more than the same fiery stare. She redoubled her efforts, doing her best to suckle on his bloated form while moaning ever louder for his enjoyment.

In the meantime, her hands had begun to roam her body. She would not be allowed to touch him, but she was more than welcome to enhance the experience for herself. One hand pawed clumsily at her breast, while the other worked its way between her legs. She thrust her hips back, presenting herself to the girls that had not yet been chosen, teasing them with her pleasure. Two fingers pressed inside, an insubstantial insertion compared to what they had just seen, but filling her nicely all the same. Her fingers came out a second later, shining and slick with her own fluids.

Jen’s eyes were drawn back up, lingering only for a moment to admire Liz’s sweat-slicked skin and gentle curves before watching Liz continue to make out with his sac, licking and nibbling higher and higher until her forehead smacked into his length with a dull thud and a moan from her. She pushed her face against him, pushing his towering manhood even taller as she nipped at him, stuffing her nose in deep and filling it with intoxicating musk. She supported his massive length on the side of her face, her skin growing slick and wet from the fluids Amy left behind.

When Liz shuddered, Jen noticed that her hands had changed tack, two fingers spreading herself wide for all to see, while the other used two fingers to fan over her clit. She stared with longing, slightly stunned even through the haze of lust at her sudden interest in another woman’s body. Despite her burning desire to service his towering shaft, it felt just as natural to picture herself between her friend’s legs, rewarding her for proper service to her new master. The glistening, pink meat inside her sex held Jen’s attention, her current passions so far away from the shallow desires of her sexuality just an hour before. She would do anything her master wished, and it would bring her greater satisfaction than anything before in her life.

Liz’s mouth traveled higher, finally reaching the base of his cock. Her tongue explored every vein and every protrusion, gliding smoothly over his slicked length. She moaned in delight at the taste and feel of him on her tongue, her lips joining shortly thereafter, doing their best to encompass his impossible circumference. When her questing mouth traveled over a fleck of white, she shuddered in miniature orgasm, a taste of what was to come. After that burst of pleasure, she began to seek out the small drops of white and clung to the nooks and wrinkles of his shaft, her body shivering with each taste.

She worked up the underside of his length slowly and meticulously, replacing Amy’s juices with her own, not neglecting a single spot despite her obvious desire to taste more of his seed. By the time she had reached midway up his length, she was panting and red-faced, her fingers flying in and out and around her cunt, rubbing and pressing any spot that gave her pleasure. Of course, her own ministrations provided a pale fraction of the satisfaction she gained from worshiping his cock.

At this point, she had no choice but to stand before him, trapping his throbbing cock between her face and his torso as she kissed and nibbled, pulling gently at the loose red skin that covered it. Positioned as she was, it was only natural that she put her entire body to use, rubbing everything from her taught stomach to her generous bust against his shaft. Despite her endowments, she barely even enveloped a quarter of his girth. Despite this, he throbbed in approval as she put her body to use as he intended. Her hips swung from side to side, her fingers never stopping as she pressed against him and undulated. A dim part of Jen’s rational mind wondered if she was a dancer. With the moves she was now displaying, she certainly could be.

With each swing of her hips, small strands of dripping lust swung with her, colliding with her thighs and breaking off to leave thin strands of gossamer spattering her skin. Meanwhile, her mouth had reached his taper and she paused there to lavish attention on the particularly sensitive skin. Her lips and tongue moved as though kissing his flesh, stopping every so often to nibble or to simply wiggle her tongue. Once she had reached his tip, she moved quickly towards its peak, the only part of him that she could conceivably fit inside her mouth, which she did immediately. Her cheeks bulged with the effort. Jen could see the outline of her tongue as it circumnavigated his head before she pulled off, mouth hanging open and dripping.

She stopped, Jen noticed, as a huge drop of clear liquid began to seep from his tip. Liz met her eyes, as if to taunt her that only she would be permitted this treat. A moment later, she dove back down, though not to engulf his tip. Instead, she sneaked out her tongue, dabbing at first into the liquid as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She played with the drop, pushing it this way and that before pushing through it with her tongue, splitting his opening and driving herself inside. Only once she was firmly inside his opening did she once again close her mouth around him and begin to suck.

Jen burned with both jealously and desire, her eyes falling back down to Liz’s dripping cunt. With her new position, it wasn’t possible to see what she was doing in great detail, but she could see her dripping fingers dipping in and pulling out new strands of thick lust. She could also see the brief flashes when Liz allowed her swaying and writhing to “accidentally” brush her clit against him, if only for a second. What caught her attention the most, however, was how her tight, lightly muscled belly slid against his shaft, the myriad moving knots and twisting veins denting her skin and digging into her body as she pressed against him. With his enormous bitch breaker pressed up against her like this, it was even more shocking that he had ever managed to fit inside the petite Amy.

With her entire body dedicated to his pleasure, it was only a matter of time before he allowed himself to cum. With another bestial roar, he thrust up into her mouth, gagging her and testing her resolve to hold on right before she received her reward. From her position, Jen could actually watch the distention travel up his shaft, profanely bulging and pushing Liz away with the force. Despite the size of the bulge, it traveled slowly, long enough for Jen to become transfixed by its passage until it disappeared into her mouth and exploded.

Liz never had any hope of being able to contain his orgasm. It exploded out of her mouth and nose, splattering in all directions. She had no choice but to pull off, the end of his first shot shooting out so hard it hit the ceiling. Liz’s mouth hung open, silent, but slack-jawed in ecstasy. Her hands wrapped around his length for the first time, stroking him as she held it steady enough for her to grind her clit against his base. She held on for dear life, leaning backwards and supporting nearly her entire weight with his shaft, allowing the falling cum to splatter across the length of her belly and breasts. The next shot nearly bounced off the ceiling, splattering down and covering every single inch of her. She shuttered and moaned in orgasm, but also in joy at being so thoroughly covered. By the time the third shot came, she was dripping with spunk, her body and expression glazed over. Even her open mouth was already filled and running over. Her blonde hair, her smooth skin, everything was covered in her thick and sticky reward.

She eventually lost her grip and fell onto her back with a plop, only for the demon to take a hold of his own shaft and point it directly at her face. She cupped her hands below her mouth, catching every drop she could, but still failing to collect even a tiny fraction of his load. By the time he had finished, she was unrecognizable beneath his coating, her body shivering and twitching as her hands explored, scooping up great handfuls and dragging them into her mouth to savor. After drinking her fill, her hands returned to their exploration, one massaging it into her skin while the other frantically pushed great globs of it into her swollen pussy, at once both grateful for her reward and desperately begging to be properly filled.

He stood over her, as though admiring his work, before bending over and reaching out a single claw. His razor-sharp tip poked through the thick layer of cum over her neck, biting into her flesh and tinging the sea of white with a bit of pink. He traced all the way down to her breasts, his hand moving quickly to produce what was no doubt a beautiful mark of ownership over her body. When at last he finished, he stood tall once more and looked to the remaining two girls.

Jen’s heart pounded as he approached. She yearned for release, for reprieve from the ceaseless arousal that caused her to soak the entire lower half of her robe. It was as though she had broken, her mind incapable of anything but stoking her arousal with fantasies and bursts of pleasure. She groaned in frustration as the demon grabbed Kat by the ankles, dragging her only a few inches away before setting her down, her face less than a foot from Jen’s.

He dropped to a crouch behind her, wasting no time in simply ripping away her costume with a few disinterested swipes before rather awkwardly laying down on top of her. Because of his enormous proportions, very little weight was actually on the lanky woman, most of it on his bulging arms. Posed as he was, his head was almost directly above Jen, though she could not turn to see it. Instead, she simply felt his hot, musty breath on her skin.

The demon pushed Kat’s legs apart to make room for his substantial bulk as he settled his stomach over her ass and began to push. Jen was given a first-row seat to watch the expressions shift on her face as he started to work his way in. She bit her lip the moment his cock touched her lips, inhaling sharply a moment later as he parted her folds wider and wider. Her eyes seemed to lose focus as inch after agonizing, glorious inch slipped in. By the time she heard his hips clap hers, Kat looked to be in a completely different world, her eyes slightly open and vacant as a small bead of drool collected on her soft lips.

Like before, he wasted absolutely no time once fully inserted, drawing out so far Jen could see his bare cock rise above Kat’s ass before driving back in. She exhaled hard upon his brutal thrust, her sweet breath feeling so different from his overwhelming scent and heat. Close as she was, Jen heard every moan, every gasp, and every stuttering breath as he fucked her. It felt as though the demon was simply teasing her, placing her friend so close that she had no choice but to watch her being pillaged by his brutal slab while she stewed in her own juices.

Once again, she could see Kat’s ass rise and fall, not of her own volition, but by necessity of her inhuman intruder’s size. Despite the demon’s incredible strength, their vigorous fucking and the smooth concrete floor made it hard to keep her in place, and she moved just a bit closer to Jen’s face with every thrust. Jen watched her friend, transfixed by every subtle twitch in her face and the way her breath hitched every time part of his bulbous cock mashed against one of her most sensitive places. She was watching her friend being broken, being reformed inside and out in service to the demon, her mind completely lost to the pleasure. When he came inside her, she too would be marked and be added to his collection. All Jen could think of his how desperately she wanted to join them.

After a series of particularly brutal thrusts, Kat was no so close that their foreheads were touching. Cat’s eyes opened for a second at the contact and, for a while, they stared at each other, until they moved as one. Jen craned her neck slightly, the largest movement that she had been allowed to make, and met Kat with open lips. There was no testing or probing, no gradual deepening or growing passion – the instant their lips touched, they were inside each others’ mouths. There was no question in Jen’s mind that this is what they both wanted. Whatever they thought of themselves before this meant nothing in the presence of their new master.

Jen moaned into her friend’s mouth, loving the feeling of her hot breath as she absolutely dominated her lips and tongue. Kat was on her back foot from the start, her breathing heavy and almost hyperventilating from being violated. She did her best to keep up with Jen, but needed air more and had to fight to free herself to breathe. Jen very nearly literally smothered her with kisses, luxuriating in her friend’s desperate gasps for for air as she chased her mouth, cutting off every avenue of escape with her lips and tongue. Every so once in a while, she would bite down on her friend’s lip, just a little, and steer her mouth back in for more. Despite her groans and protestations, she knew that Kat was loving every second of it.

It did not take long before Kat had been fucked out of Jen’s reach, their heads sliding past each other as she was pounded from behind. While she enjoyed watching her friend’s face as he split her wide, this new angle had given her more to explore. Her skin was so beautifully dusky, even this late in the season. It tasted wonderful as well, Jen’s tongue running down her neck as she strained her neck further to kiss and gently bite her skin. She lathered her affections on whatever was presented to her, licking and kissing down the woman’s neck, down to her collarbone.

Jen had always loved whenever her last boyfriend would nuzzle into her neck, loved the way it made her feel so vulnerable. She saw the same in Kat as she tilted her head, opening as much sensitive skin up to her touch as possible. She could feel her friend’s muscles tighten and shake beneath the skin as she was pushed right up to the edge and held there to wait for him. Every time her lips met her neck, she could feel the vibrations of her moans and strangled cries.

She was so wrapped up in exploring every proffered inch of her friend that she jumped slightly when he heard the demon roar out above her. From her vantage point, she could see very little, but knew that he was pounding into her just that little bit more and that little bit harder that it took for him to really explode. She redoubled her affections, kissing and nibbling around, reading her reactions and looking for a particularly sensitive spot. With one final, hard thrust, he ground his hips against hers and throbbed. At that very moment, Jen bared her teeth and bit down on her friend.

Kat shrieked as she came, her banshee wail even managing to drown out the demon in the throws of her pleasure. She practically flopped in place, humping the floor, her back drawing up in an arch as she tried to fuck herself on his cock. Jen could feel her muscles bulging as her whole body was rocked with spasms, her hands scrambling to find purchase on the concrete, to find something to anchor herself as pleasure took her. As her screaming turned to moaning, then to gasping, and finally ragged breathing, she knew that the demon had finally finished. A second later, the beast pushed off of her, pulling out with a wet plop before once again crouching above her. Through the corner of one eye, Jen watched the now-familiar ritual of the demon tracing his claw through her flesh to mark his property, this time between her shoulder blades and straight down her spine to the small of her back.

Jen lay perfectly still as she looked up at him, waiting. She new it was her turn. Dozens, perhaps hundreds of fantasies played through her head, each more extreme and depraved than the last. What would he do to her? To her surprise, once he drew up to his full height, he simply stood there and stared at her, as though waiting.

She felt her mind clear slightly, the mindless haze of lust receding just enough for her to remember that she was a person and not just a sopping hot hole to fuck. A moment later, she realized she could move. She stood, trembling only slightly before coming to a mostly normal stance. Her legs made a slightly distressing squishing sound as they came together, but that was hardly the revelation of the night. He refused to react to her in any way, simply following her with his eyes as he waited. She stepped over her friend, careful to not slip in the ludicrous pool of cum, and stood at the base of the stairs. Light trickled through the edges of the door, dispelling just a bit of the red haze that shrouded the basement. She could escape.

A trembling foot reached out to the stairs, but the very action felt like she had punched herself in the gut. Her lust was extreme but manageable, and she had full control of her body. Even still,she could not bring herself to take that first step. She turned and looked at his unmoving goat face. She could escape. There was nothing stopping her from leaving. Her friends were taken by the demon, their minds and bodies so wracked with pleasure and literally incomprehensible lust that they had no choice. She was the same way until a moment ago; she understood how it felt and how impossible it would have been to resist. He was the incarnation of lust, and they were mere women. They could not have hoped to deny him. She could. He was allowing her to make a choice.

Her foot fell shakily to the floor and she turned on the spot. She walked up to him, undoing the sash that held her robe closed and swinging her hips with each step. With their difference in heights, she could not hope to reach his mouth with hers, but she did run a pair of fingers down his cock and touched her lips gently to his chest. His musk took her breath away, threatening to shred what little remained of her mind. Without a word, she dropped her robe behind her, unhooked her bra, and stepped out of her panties. For the first time this night, she thought she caught a twitch of a smile on the demon’s face. Insofar as a goat can smile, of course.

She trailed a hand down his body as she sank to her knees, then onto her back. The warm blanket of confounding lust returned slowly, her moment of clarity no longer needed. Deep inside her, where no one else had seen and even she feared to tread, lay the desire to submit. Not to be taken, as her friends were, but to willingly submit and give every part of herself, body, mind, and soul. Somehow, he knew this. He knew that she had to be shown what lay hidden inside. It was why she was chosen last. He knew that she had to make the choice herself, with sound mind. It was why he cleared her mind. Now she gave herself willingly, and it was no longer required. She did not fall back into the haze. She jumped headfirst, actively aiding the mind fog as it wormed its way inside of her and took away her other desires. This was where she belonged, what she always wanted.

“Come and take me, my master.”

She spread her legs for him, presenting her bare-shaven pussy and ass. He could have any and every part of her that he wanted, whenever he wanted her. She held her legs high and wide as he sank down between them. His arms pressed into her sides as he lowered himself onto her. It was a ridiculously narrow stance for someone so wide, but she knew that was not the point. He had her trapped, mentally and physically, under him. This was just a (relatively) subtle reminder of her place. His furred skin burned against hers as he took his position. She could only see his chest and rippling abs, but that was more than enough for her. She ran a single finger down his chest and stomach, appreciating his soft fur and the incredible hardness that lay just below. As her last act before the storm engulfed her, she gripped his wrists to steady her hands and wrapped her legs as best she could around him.

His tip pressed against her lips, somehow hotter and harder than in her fantasies. The air was forced from her lungs as he pushed inside her, thicker in his first inch than any man she ever had before. The pleasant sensation of being filled turned for a moment into pain, and then wonder as she continued to stretch. Her back arched and head lolled back as she clung tightly around him, her hands shaking with the force of her grip on his wrists. With every inch that entered her, it became increasingly obvious that something was happening to her. She could feel things move and shift, becoming liquid to better accommodate his girth. He was remaking her from the inside.

Inch by impossible inch entered her, every bump and ridge on his marvelous dick drawing forth another desperate moan. Organs moved to permit his passage and accommodate his length, though her walls never lost their tightness. She was so stretched and tight that she felt his every twitch and every heartbeat through her achingly sensitive pussy. His knobs and protrusions moved within her, not just as he pushed in deeper, but independently of any obvious conscious action on his part. Even as he gave her time to adjust, those small movements never stopped, keeping her on the ragged edge even when he stopped.

After what felt like a lifetime, she groaned with satisfaction as she felt his furry hips tickle her puffy, swollen, and absolutely sopping lips. She braced herself for the immediate pounding her friends had received, but it never came. Instead, he pulled out of her in a fluid but surprisingly slow stroke. Her thighs quivered as every bump and ridge stole a shuddering moan from her mouth, and she could feel her juices pouring out of her stretched lips as he scraped her folds. He paused for only an instant before pushing back it at the same speed. Her body twisted and she felt her nipples stand on end at his slow, deliberate invasion.

While her friends had screamed and writhed in a continuous assault of pleasure, she was being fed wave after wave of sensation, given just enough time to recover before being engulfed once again. Every thrust was just slightly faster, each time pushing her to slightly higher bounds until she could no longer take it and began trying to pull him in and out faster and faster with her heels. He responded by placing more of his weight on her, trapping her body under his smooth fur and pinning her to the floor. Every inch that filled her was accompanied by an inch of fur that slid over her tender pink skin and tormented her diamond-hard nipples. She was torn between grinding her clit against his shaft and grinding her tips against the washboard of his muscles. Unable to choose, she alternated between the two, undulating her entire body against him.

Her lips and tongue did their best to worship him, though the combination of a moving target and the strangled cries being forced from her relegated her to effectively just covering his fur with her saliva. That hardly mattered to her right now, though. The only thing that really mattered was thrusting between her legs, claiming more and more of her with every stroke. Nothing she had ever felt before could even be compared to this. No mere fucking, she was being owned and overwhelmed.

She could feel her stomach bulge with each thrust, felt him push all the way into her rib cage as he bottomed out. Though his expression had always been intractable, she could feel his excitement when he was inside. He pulsed faster and harder, his cock throbbing and veins bulging with the beating of his heart. She squeezed down on him in rhythm with his thrusts, pulling and pushing her hips to provoke those twitching reactions. The pride she felt as his blood quickened was indescribable, momentarily eclipsing the physical pleasure assaulting her body. It was not enough for her to simply be a receptacle for his lust. She had to stoke it, to take them both ever higher and meet his every desire with her willing service.

Her blood pooled in her face and nethers, staining her skin red as she flushed with deeper arousal. There seemed to be no limit to the pleasure being forced into her. She could have cum from a fraction of the stimulation, yet the sensation only ever grew more intense. Her pussy and thighs began to spasm, her body wresting control from her and simply responding to what it felt. She held her eyes closed and shut out the world, her entire existence encapsulated in this space, trapped beneath her master and writhing in his embrace. She was burning up, so primed for release that everything else stopped mattering. Her body screamed for release, but she knew better than to think it under her control.

His pace was still accelerating, finally reaching the brutal tempo she had seen before. There was no time that he was not filling her, no time that she could not feel the bulge in her stomach shooting back and forth. At his current speed, she had no sensitive spots, no favorite touches. She was a single raw nerve inside and out, every inch of her that touched him screaming out for more. Her hands moved up his arms, squeezing so hard that she would have drawn blood from a human partner, and her toes clamped around the fur of his hips. No part of her could be still, from her head that twisted mindlessly with pleasure, to her shaking hips that sought any extra flash of pleasure.

At long last, she started to feel a hint of tension in his motions. It felt as though he had grown inside her, his hips smacking hers with every thrust, yet his tip digging deeper each time he came to a hilt. She buried his face in his stomach, huffing his scent with her shallow, hitching breaths while crying out in broken syllables, his thrusts too fast to finish a thought, much less a word. Her message was heard and understood, however, and more of his weight fell into her on each thrust, slamming into her so hard it began to hurt. She could feel her lips swell and bruise, but could not bring herself to care. All she could do was pull herself into him and scream out for release.

One final time he buried himself inside her, and the dam finally broke. The pleasure was indescribable, wiping every thought and every other sensation from her mind. Her lips stretched around a single hot bulge, larger than anything she had taken before she was chosen. She felt it travel down her passage, the anticipation building and only enhancing the pleasure that made her shake and cry. A moment later, it burst inside her, filling her already too-full sex with sticky warmth. There was something inside his cum that made her ears ring and the blackness behind her eyes burst with light. It was a euphoria beyond mere sexual pleasure, a sensation that filled her whole self and took her breath away.

Before his first shot had even managed to work its way out of her, the second joined in. Like her sister Amy, she could feel her stomach bulge to accommodate his load, her body once again rearranging itself to suit his needs. Unlike Amy, however, none of his gift had yet found its way out. Instead, she continued to grow, the heat filling her beyond any capacity. His third and fourth load came before any pressure was relieved, each one coming slower as it fought against the pressure inside her. The muscular walls of her cunt also fought back, squeezing and clenching around his shaft, going wild with spasms that spread to her whole body.

She was gravid with his seed, his weight pressing down from above and building the pressure inside her until she could feel nothing else. It was his fifth throbbing pulse that finally overcame her grip on him. She twisted her hips just enough to open up a path, and she shook with relief as what felt like gallons of his ardor sprayed out of her, drenching her lower body and his. She barely even felt his final eruption as she deflated, air finally returning to her lungs only to be used in a series of unrestrained moans.

Time lost all meaning as his seed flowed out of her, He still throbbed inside, though nothing more could possibly come out. Every twitch and every moving bulb on his cock set her alight once again, giving her what she would have previously considered a powerful orgasm every couple seconds. She was too overwhelmed to react, however, and only a sharp intake of air and a brief series of contractions gave any outward indication of what was happening. Eventually, the bulge inside her receded to the shape and size of his cock. She felt at once ultimately relieved and slightly empty, her body and mind crying out in unison to be filled once again.

In spite of her desires, she already knew that any more of his seed would be just for their enjoyment. She could feel the life inside her, even before it took root. She sighed contentedly as she felt him slowly pull out. Little bursts of pleasure followed behind him, though it was nothing compared to what she had just experienced. When he finally left her completely, she could feel herself gaping, her body struggling to reset itself after what she had just experienced. In truth, she did not want to mend. It would be so much easier to just stay as she was, limp and open, ready for him whenever he would have her. That, though, was not meant to be.

She released her hold around his waist, not that it really, mattered, and opened her legs up again for him, for what had to come next. A short, sharp pain shot through her has his claw pierced her flesh, digging into the tender skin of her mons. He was swift, but she felt every burning inch of his brand as he scrawled it over her mound and up to her navel. She was his now and forever, and she had never been happier.

 

Mary nearly stumbled down the stairs, the aching pain in her head making it hard to keep her eyes open, much less navigate a three-dimensional space. She slightly regretted having butted heads with Jen last night. They at least got to drink together. Her plans for the night had fallen through and left her to drink alone, which she had learned is very dangerous for her. The worst had already come to pass, but the lingering consequences were still far from pleasant. At the very least, she had sundered the shackles that bound her to worshiping the porcelain throne and had set out in search of a new god, preferably one with a car and an equal hankering for cheesy, salty beef. Unfortunately, no such being had manifested itself thus far. It appeared as though she may have to take advice from Voltaire and invent such a god.

At this particular moment in time, the slightly less painful route involved scrounging through the kitchen for enough fat, salt, and coffee enough to cure what ailed her. Also ibuprofen, but that probably wasn’t going to be in the kitchen unless someone else had already completed a similar pilgrimage. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she noticed the sign from last night still affixed to the door. They probably just hadn’t gotten around to taking it yet, but there was also a pretty decent chance that they had lost a similar war and didn’t have the advantage of the 3:00pm sun to rouse them from their slumbers. She may as well check on them and maybe even apologize for their brief tiff, depending. She turned the nob and stumbled the door open, her foot pausing mid-air above the first step as she blinked, clearing her eyes.

The entire basement was flooded with dull red light, not even the afternoon sun from above piercing the infernal darkness. Far below, she saw a figure, her eyes still slightly too blurry to make out in detail. What she did see was a hulking mound of lean muscle in twisted mockery of the human form dragging two naked, squirming, insensate women – Jen and Kat if her eyes could be trusted – through a sea of…probably cum. The beast turned towards her, burning eyes set deep into the head of a goat, its horizontal pupils, black as the void, regarding her dispassionately. She shut the door.

After a brief search through some drawers, she found a thick black marker and, returning to the door, triple-underlined the “not” on the “do not disturb” sign. She walked back up the stairs to her room and put on some clean clothes, making only a modicum of effort to make sure her hair did not look like she fell asleep on/in a toilet before grabbing her keys. She stumbled down the stairs once more and out the front door, hissing discontentedly at the sun. She did not know what she had seen, or what had happened to her friends. She did not know what, if anything, she should do. What she know was that right now, she was thinking Arby’s.

THE END