Hell's Hounds
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				Title: <strong>Hell's Hounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Endara</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 08:19:13</strong>
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				Mirage sat defiantly in a small cell. They'd cornered her in red light district near one of the brothels. Going into the brothel would have been unwise. More traders from more districts would have had to fight for her. Escape was unlikely. Ah well, here she was anyway, chained to the floor with cuffs and a collar. This isn't what most she-devils want during their time out of hell. She could go back to hell, it would be simple, all they'd have to do is kill her. But then she'd be out of earth for a year and a day. Not really a desirable option. More like save-ass.<br><br>The hard clunk of work boots could be heard as well as the corrupt bellowing laugh of her keeper. James something or other. All she needed was the James and she was done. He smoked cigars, useful information for escape. He came up to her cell and laughed, taking a deep breath off of the cigar. He blew it in her face, laughing and in his own mind mocking the she-devil. Where does he have a place to mock? He isn't the desired one. But if she said that they'd throw ice on her and break her concentration. The smoke swirled around her and caressed her skin.<br><br>"You see Mirage, once we take away the fancy cursed jewelry and the weapons you're just another bitch." Bitch was accentuated, intended to insult. It'd be like calling a cat moody. Whoop-dee, "anything to say?"<br><br>She smiled as the smoke condensed in one spot, "Furec." She smiled as the smoke exploded and a literal hound of hell appeared. Only the higher in command could afford them and only the powerful could summon at will. But then again, only the weak needed to, "free me Furec."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hell's Hounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PulpyGoblin</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 09:23:30</strong>
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				Emerged from the expanding cloud of smoke with a deep, unnatural growl rumbling out of his broad chest, his very presence filling the air with the lingering scent of sulfur and musk.&nbsp; The hell hound seemed to just step out of the smoke, a hound so massive that he nearly dwarfed his Mistress in comparison, all hard slabs of muscle that rippled with a murderous and predatory precision, as if a huge bear had been twisted into the form of a hound and filled with a demonic, murderous presence.&nbsp; The floor of her cell cracked underneath his massive paws as talons like bronze daggers carved into the floor.&nbsp; Hellfire flickered around his jaws as they yawned open to allow thick ropes of saliva to drip to the floor, baring his deadly teeth, fangs and tusks at the foolish mortal who dared mock his Mistress, wisps of smoke rising from his four smoldering blood red eyes as they glared glared murderously at the James-thing.<br><br>Furec growled again even louder, and the sound would seem to reverberate in the chests and bones of those who heard it, and his hateful gaze alone on the James-thing threatened to burst to man's heart in his chest.&nbsp; But his Mistress's orders were absolute.&nbsp; Sacrosanct.&nbsp; And she'd only told him to free her.<br><br>Faster than a beast so large should be allowed to move, he whirled on his massive paws, one foreleg rising to slash at the chains holding his Mistress prisoner in a fashion more suited to the bear who's size he matched.&nbsp; The chains holding his Mistress to the floor parted around his talons like flimsy thread.&nbsp; Then he nuzzled her cheek with surprising gentleness for such a huge, horrific-looking creature, his nose as cold and damp as any canine's.&nbsp; Then his tusks found the latch of her collar and sheered through it with a twitch of his jaws, so carefully that he didn't even graze her precious skin.<br><br>His mouth opened and her collar hit the cracked floor with a clatter, then another ominous and unmistakeably murderous growl rumbled out of him as he turned his gaze to the entrance of his Mistress's cell and the mortal meat-thing that stood there. Both were still an obstacle to Mirage's immediate freedom, and he was fully keen on following her orders to the very letter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hell's Hounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Endara</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 18:06:27</strong>
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				Mirage's hands fell to her rescuer, petting and stroking him. She giggled in a way that was eerie to any human, but comforting to hell-beast. She was still on her knees, rubbing just behind Furec's skull, right where it formed with his spine. Her smile was almost loving in the gentle nature it displayed, "my sweet hound. I want out of this place. Why don't you show this human the power of hellfire. Melt the metal around us and catch him on fire," she kissed his snout, her tail caressing his hind legs and hind quarters.<br><br>She giggled again, her voice deeper now, more seductive. There were many sources for the metal. Not just her cell door but the doors of the other five cells that made up the tiny block. The bars on the lights, his own steel toe boots, they were all viable options. Her seductive yet sadistic attitude was the reason she got as high as she did in hell, now she was on earth, a whole new circus with different high wires. The rings of hell were nothing compared to the one level of the earth, which in itself is split. People scream louder when they are dying than when they are dead, either way though, they're screaming. She wanted more screams, and Furec never failed in that job.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hell's Hounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PulpyGoblin</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 20:07:07</strong>
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				Furec calmed his hyper-aggression under his Mistress's gentle ministrations, and suddenly all that mattered was the feel of her fingers, right at his favorite spot on his huge head.&nbsp; The James-thing was forgotten and for a moment, he was a hound enjoying the affection of his Mistress.&nbsp; A soft whine came from him, a surprising sound for such a massive beast, and his cool nose twitched as he fondly sniffed at his Mistress's cheeks and mouth while his long tail swished and scythed through the air in pleasure.<br><br>Then his Mistress commanded him again, and his muzzle peeled away from his menacing teeth in an infernal mockery of a doggy grin.&nbsp; His massive head turned, focusing on the James-thing, who only then it seemed was realizing that his life was suddenly forfeit.&nbsp; Furec watched the man turn with the beginnings of a horrified cry of alarm emerging from his mouth.&nbsp; But the Hell Hound was faster.<br><br>His slavering jaws yawned open, sulfuric smoke billowing out from between them as his four eyes lit up with that hellish light.&nbsp; The James-thing made it perhaps two steps when Furec barked.&nbsp; If it could be called that, the sound being akin to a bark in the same way that a child's firecracker being akin to the deafening report of a massive cannon.&nbsp; It cracked and splintered the walls, floor and ceiling and ripped the cell door clean from its hinges even as the metal was instantly super-heated to a bright red-orange and deforming into liquid.&nbsp; It didn't so much as crash into the James-thing as it did splash onto him.&nbsp; His shrill, agonized screams lasted perhaps a handful of seconds before the molten steel had burned its way completely into his body and killed him.<br><br>Furec licked at his chops with a massive, serpentine tongue, looking quite pleased with himself as molten rebar dripped and seeped from the cracks in the walls, from the cell all the way down the tiny cell block to the door that the James-thing had been fleeing towards.&nbsp; Fire was already licking at the walls and ceiling in several places, and piercing, panicked screams could be heard from the other cells.&nbsp; Then with a snuffle the Hell Hound gave his Mistress a wide doggy grin, letting his long tongue loll from his mouth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hell's Hounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Endara</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 22:36:00</strong>
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				Mirage smiled proudly, "my sweet Furec, I think that after we leave and find a place to stay," she stood and jumped onto the hound's back like he was a horse and lay down flat against him, her chest being buried in his fur, "we shall have to celebrate. I'm going to rest here, take me to the safe house on the edge of the red-light district, the one near that huge factory. Kill anyone in this building that gets in your way. Once outside keep to shadows until we're on the property of the safe house."<br><br>Her tail snuck under his body and gently caressed his genitals, which were hidden under his fur. But she managed to find them. She hoped she could make them peak before they left, giving Furec more reason to get them out of there. She kissed his ear and was gently massaging his muscles the entire time she lay on him. The tip of her tail made small tickling movements around where the head was hidden. She would tease him into tension, but she would also reward him.<br><br>Mirage had a room always waiting at the safe house. The rather small, dilapidated looking building was seated next to an iron mill and gave the devils and she-devils an amount of comfort most couldn't afford. It was usually the privileged few who've had the chance of meeting Satan himself that could afford that particular house. Mirage was even taken to his bed for a night, Furec watched. She thought he was jealous, but never asked. The truly exclusive house that Mirage wouldn't even get into was by the ocean though, in a cold spot, just as the last ring of hell is an icy ocean. Personally Mirage had a preference for fire, she liked the heat and the things it represented, chiefly passion. Her tail kept working, "oh, and Furec, could you howl before we leave? I like seeing the living that lay dead after you do," she giggled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hell's Hounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PulpyGoblin</strong> on <strong>11-11-2010, 00:00:52</strong>
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				Furec let out a whine, and a soft gruff bark as his long tail cut through the air more quickly at his Mistress's praise.&nbsp; Though he loved serving her, it seemed as if he was never allowed to cut loose as much as he would've liked.. which wasn't entirely true of course, since Mirage treated him better than most treated their Hell Hounds.&nbsp; That she was practically giving him free reign to slaughter every living thing within the building was enough to make Furec giddy.. he always enjoyed delivering retribution to those who offended his Mistress, and the foolish meat-things within this particular building certainly had it coming.&nbsp; He held himself still, until his Mistress was securely and safely mounted onto his massive back, then he spun on his paws towards the door.<br><br>Then a shiver rippled through that walking mountain of deadly muscle and murderous intent as his Mistress's tail found and teased his flaccid shaft, and oh, that was a thing that was a very rare treat for the infernal beast.&nbsp; His tongue lolled further out of his maw and he softly groaned as his huge shaft lengthened and swelled, glistening with moisture and as dark as the rest of him in color, if not darker.&nbsp; His Mistress was talented.. it didn't take the she-devil's tail very long to get the beast achingly erect, the monsterous organ much like a human's, only longer and thicker than any human could've likely grown, being easily fourteen inches in length with almost sharp-looking raised ridges and bumps straining against the glossy black flesh from his huge gland to his equally large scrotum.&nbsp; His urethra gaped open almost like a yawning mouth, and from it a drooling tongue slithered out to lick at the she-devil's tail as his haunches clenched and jerked.<br><br>Excited and emboldened by his Mistress's permission to unleash carnage and her skillful teasing, the massive beast's chest expanded as it sucked in massive amounts of air.&nbsp; Then it threw its head up and howled, and if his bark was the blast from a cannon, his howl would've been likened to a bomb detonation.&nbsp; The cracked walls and ceiling of the cell actually bowed out as they burst, then buckled and cracked and the cooling metal of melted rebar oozing from the walls was instantly superheated to white-hot liquid.<br><br>From the cell, gaping cracks spider-webbed throughout the building, infernally-powered fire spreading throughout.&nbsp; Even as the screams started, Furec galloped into motion, his huge paws cracking and burning the shattered floor even further as he raced from the cell block, ignoring the burning corpses of those that had been in the cell next to his Mistress.<br><br>What followed next was nothing less than a slaughter as the beast set upon the mortal-things trying to flee the burning building... the ones that had survived his hellish cry, that is.&nbsp; Many were the bodies that lay burning and lifeless on the cracked floors with blood pooling around their heads.&nbsp; He ruthlessly killed every single human that entered his line of sight, with claws and teeth and his tail, even crushing one to death underneath his massive paws, until the carnage he was inflicting was such that the few survivors attempted to brave their way through the burning and collapsing building just to get away from him.&nbsp; Only then did he make his exit by smashing a burning door to splinters with his massive head and galloping off into the night.<br><br>For something so big, Furec certainly could prove himself to be disturbingly stealthy, as he did when he then dutifully carried his Mistress through the red-light district towards the safe house she'd chosen.&nbsp; Fast as well, as he'd outraced more than a few cars in his slinking path through dark, poorly lit back alleys and along the rooftops of low buildings.&nbsp; But as good exercise as it was with the meager, barely noticeable weight of the she-devil on his back, it seemed that it took him much too soon to reach the dilapidated safe house that his Mistress had chosen, where he slowed from his running pace to a lazy canter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hell's Hounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Endara</strong> on <strong>11-11-2010, 01:02:57</strong>
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				As the slaughter and death fell around her Mirage fell asleep, her hands clutched his fur and her tail worked over him even as she slept. The sounds of crashing fire and fearful screams lulled her and soothed her. She didn't wake until they were at the safe house and the silence caused her to stir. She looked up to see them enter the building and be greeted by a rather attractive devil who smiled, leaving nothing to chance about what he was thinking. She sat up on Furec's back and stretched.<br><br>"Hello Lor, the room still good for me?" she smiled and began petting Furec again, this time between the shoulder blades, which got jealous undertones to the polite greeting from Lor.<br><br>"Yes, everything is as you left it. You can go in at any time. Or you can stay and talk?" he was trying too hard. More to the point, he was trying. He feared and lusted after her. The fear was his mistake.<br><br>The lack of fear was what made her so attracted to Furec, whom she had promised a reward to, "sorry, I have to give my sweet hound his reward, see you later," she stuck out a serpent's tongue and waggled it at him, "the room's on this floor, just sniff the doors, the one that smells like me is the one we want."<br><br>The building was furnished with couches and mattresses in spots, others just had piles of pillows. The safe house had two floors, the ground level and the upstairs. Mirage preferred ground level for quick entrance and exit, that and the ground level rooms didn't have windows. So she could make it perfectly dark and look at Furec as fire burned within him. The relationship between herself and Furec was a bit odd. He had more raw power than she did, yet lower status. She owned something that could easily kill her, and that within itself was a thrill.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hell's Hounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PulpyGoblin</strong> on <strong>11-11-2010, 01:34:03</strong>
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				Furec was softly panting more from the constant teasing from his Mistress's tail than from the run to the safe house while carrying the much smaller she-devil.&nbsp; The huge shaft that hung from between the hell hound's hind legs was all but aching as it steadily drooled and oozed his thick, steaming juice with every step he took.&nbsp; It was a strange sort of relief for him when his Mistress sat up and removed the distraction of her breasts from his back.<br><br>He could smell the jealousy coming off of Lor, and it drew a gruff wolfish laugh from the massive beast as he let his tongue loll from between his jaws once more.&nbsp; The hell hound had never made it a secret of the contempt he held the other devil in.&nbsp; Not for lusting for Mirage.. for who didn't lust for the she-devil?&nbsp; But for fearing her.&nbsp; Fear was the weakness of prey, and prey were only suitable to be killed and eaten, in the hell hound's eyes.&nbsp; He licked his nose at the other devil, then with a snuffle he carried his Mistress past him.<br><br>Once, twice, Furec's massive head lowered to sniff at the floor until he caught the traces of his Mistress's familiar scent, and once he found it he took off for her room at a gentle trot, carefully stepping over obstacles with such an eerie grace for such a massive creature, his muscular body smoothly rippling underneath the thighs of the she-devil that rode him.&nbsp; It didn't take very long to reach her room at all, and with his mouth and tongue, he deftly opened the door, then pushed it open the rest of the way with his head and huge shoulder.&nbsp; Just why he served Mirage so readily was a simple thing to the Hell Hound, despite the fact that was easily capable of killing her.&nbsp; She needed his strength, and in turn, he benefited from her status as her servant, as she had the clarity of thought and the patience to do what he could not.&nbsp; That he actually enjoyed serving her was merely a pleasant bonus.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hell's Hounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Endara</strong> on <strong>11-11-2010, 03:54:11</strong>
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				Mirage hopped off of Furec and landed in a pile of pillows and blankets made up to be a bed. She lay there and lazily smiled at Furec, "what position my sweet hellion? And will you be a beast, or a man tonight?"<br><br>She licked her lips and slipped a foot under him, her soft skin playing around his shaft. Her hands found their way through his fur, rubbing his skin as she kissed his nose and licked his teeth, cutting her tongue on of the canines. She put a drop of her blood on his tongue and smiled at the sizzling.<br><br>She rubbed her face in his fur, the fresh smell of musky sulfur still hanging on the hairs. Soft moans escaped her throat as the familiar and arousing scent filled her nose. She looked Furec in the eyes, "fuck me. No.. no.. use me."<br><br>She laughed and prepared for the onslaught of pleasure and pain she just commanded for herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hell's Hounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PulpyGoblin</strong> on <strong>11-11-2010, 06:12:03</strong>
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				Furec turned towards his Mistress the moment she lept from his back, and a very non-houndish groan rumbled from the Hell Hound's massive chest as his Mistress's toes found his furiously swollen shaft, and the serpentine tongue that slithered out of his gaping urethra seemed to greedily slurp and lick at and between her toes.&nbsp; He tenderly nuzzled her, almost delicately licking at her lips and cheek and nose with the tip of his huge tongue, and when the blood from her cut tongue touches his own the hell hound groaned and bristled at the taste of the rare, burning treat.<br><br>He was so aroused, so excited that his muscles were jumping and flexing underneath his soft near-black fur, and when his four eyes met her two and she commanded him, for a brief moment he was stunned to motionless.<br><br>Then a deep, lustfully hungry growl rumbled out of the Hell Hounds massive chest, and he moved, just shy of lunging, his massive head lowering to carefully but firmly and insistently shove against Mirage's shoulder and push her onto her belly.&nbsp; It showed in just how much he favored his Mistress that he was careful not to accidentally hurt her, a consideration other hellish might not have made in his place had they so suddenly been given leave to treat their Masters in such a fashion.&nbsp; He crouched over her, firmly licking at her slender little neck and the underside of her jaw with his tongue as his long tail snaked around her hips, and lifted until she was pulled against his belly, with his huge shaft mere inches from her crotch and lewdly hanging between her legs as if it was her own rather than his.<br><br>Then with an eerie prehensile flexibility, the hell hound's oversized member shifted back, gliding hot and wet against his Mistress's crotch while the tongue-like organ handing from the head of his glans licked hungrily at her belly and crotch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hell's Hounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Endara</strong> on <strong>11-11-2010, 06:34:54</strong>
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				The tongue grazed her clit and as she hung there at his mercy she moaned lowly, allowing herself to relax as she waited to have her sweet little hell beast fill her order. She loved feeling the power of his body, of the muscles that were so taught beneath his skin. In either the form of a man or a bestial hound he held so much power in his body. And on occasion she relented power to him for a short while to display to her what he was capable of.<br><br>"You are so sweet Furec," a low chuckle escaped her throat, "you give me such pleasures," she knew what she'd gotten herself into and that the entire night would not be pleasure. A few parts of it would involve a bit of pain, not too much, just enough to enhance her feelings. It was something Furec was incredible at delivering.<br><br>She hung there, happily, and waited for what was to come.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hell's Hounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PulpyGoblin</strong> on <strong>11-11-2010, 08:34:50</strong>
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				The hell hound roughly licked at his Mistress's throat and neck as he nuzzled the side of her head, as always being exactingly careful not to scratch her with either his horns or his wickedly sharp fangs and tusks.&nbsp; But the taste of her flesh was magnificence against his tongue, almost as wonderful as the gift of her blood, and the massive beast began bucking his haunches in short, quick thrusts that ground and sawed the ridged and knobby length of his demonic shaft against his Mistress's.&nbsp; A hot jet of his thick, steaming juice spurted from his gaping urethra to splash against his Mistress's belly and the undersides of her breasts.<br><br>Softly growling and snuffling, Furec opened his massive mouth wide to close his jaws around Mirage's shoulder and neck, so gently, so delicately that the tips of his teeth only just barely pushed against her ever-so-important skin.&nbsp; He planted his massive forepaws to either side of her as he rutted against her folds, pushing the length of his shaft harder and harder against those wet lips without actually entering her.&nbsp; His teasing thrusts grew longer and longer, until the head of his demonic shaft was bumping hard against her petals, and that second, serpentine tongue that grew from his gaping urethra began taking long and greedy slurps and licks of her waiting sex.<br><br>Then on one such teasing, slurping thrust, that wriggling tongue suddenly plunged into her folds, so quickly and so deeply that it was slurping and licking and wriggling at her cervix.&nbsp; Then half a heartbeat later, the giant member it was attached to followed suit.. or rather, it tried to.&nbsp; Following the tongue that grew from it, Furec's overized organ mashed hard against her vulva, and his huge glans, almost as big as a man's fist, stubbornly stretched her lips around it before bumping hard against the wet hole being held open by its tongue.&nbsp; The Hell Hound's haunches began thrusting and jerking once more, and a little at a time, inch by inch, the head of that oversize demonic organ stretched and stretched and stretched Mirage open as slowly but steadily sank into into her until it was suddenly sitting inside of her.&nbsp; Then the Hell Hound suddenly stopped to allow his Mistress to get used to his size, and gently pinched her shoulder between his fangs before letting go to fondly lick at her neck.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hell's Hounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Endara</strong> on <strong>11-11-2010, 19:15:30</strong>
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				It was intensely painful at first, having him trying to enter her, more so that she'd expected. It had indeed been a while since she'd had sex with Furec. She clenched the pillows. It was a mix of good and bad pain, once she was stretched though, it got easier. She smiled and sighed when he was in. He stopped and she giggled, "what are you waiting for?" her voice was low and almost like a serpent in the way it hissed.<br><br>She used her muscle control to squeeze him while her free tail tickled around the parts that weren't in her body. Small bits of shaft and his testicles were attacked by small, caressing motions and even flicks. She was intent on driving him into a rage-like state. Teasing until he could no longer take it. She relaxed when he began to lick her neck, the fork in his tongue tickling and loving at her skin so gently. Her tail flicked an exposed part of his shaft hard, she hoped it would have the affect of spurs on a horse.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hell's Hounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PulpyGoblin</strong> on <strong>12-11-2010, 06:12:31</strong>
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				Furec needed no encouragement.&nbsp; But hearing the inhuman lust in his Mistress's voice spurned him on and had his heart racing in his massive chest.&nbsp; The hell hound's forelegs moved with a dexterity that was impossible for any normal hound, his huge paws moving underneath her to grasp her breasts and mash them against her ribs as he teasingly pricked her nipples with his bronzed claws.&nbsp; Then he let out a whining groan, and his haunches began to move.<br><br>As much as he was tempted to, the hell hound had no intenions of simply ramming all fourteen inches of his enormous shaft into his Mistress's little body.&nbsp; He'd killed mortal women easily that way, or by slamming into their fragile bodies too quickly and ripping out their delicate insides.&nbsp; No, he would start as carefully as he could... but gentle, for him, wasn't the same for others, and with Mirage's infuriating and maddening tail egging him on, he drove his monstrous prick into her body with all the momentum of a heavy vehicle.&nbsp; His huge glans drove steadily forward and struck the mouth of her womb not with a bump, but with an impact like a jab to the belly that nearly pulled her from his grasp, all the while straining her inner walls just a little more with the ridges that lined his length.<br><br>He groaned again, near maddened by the clenching and constricting of her too-tight folds around him.&nbsp; He pulled out almost too quickly and had she been human something would've turn inside her.&nbsp; Then he drove that monster organ forward again, this time gripping her breasts hard and tight with his paws.&nbsp; Then back.&nbsp; Then forward.&nbsp; Back, and then his haunches were thrusting his shaft into her like a demonic, fleshy machine, pistoning steadily with a growing lustful frenzy driven by the aggravating flicks of her tail against his huge balls and the portion of his shaft that simply wouldn't fit into her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hell's Hounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Endara</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 05:58:38</strong>
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				The bump against her cervix made Mirage scream, both pleasure and pain combined. Her head hung limply down as Furec teased her nipples, letting him play with her. The supple skin of her breasts being smashed and handled in such a way was a rush, normally sex had her in control and it wasn't quite this rough. She was well aware now just how little encouragement Furec needed from her. His large member stretched her to the point of tearing, small amounts of blood covering him as he pulled out. Mirage's eyes glazed over and one hand reached up behind her head, feeling for Furec's ears. She rubbed gently, her nails softly scratching. A groan sounded from her throat, all pleasure, as Furec continued in her.<br><br>"My sweet beast," she said lowly, this time her voice near a complete hiss and far less human. Her nails worked on his ears and her tail stopped as he thrust in her and out again. She was far more than content in the position she placed herself in. As much as Mirage enjoyed control, she did like giving a little of it to Furec on occasion, as a reward more than anything.<br><br>A rather annoying knock sounded at the door. Mirage knew it was Lor, maybe he'd grown some horns and was going go try and out Furec. But that wouldn't do, "Furec, I'm bleeding, I need you to answer the door. Tell them to go away, please." Mirage twisted around and contorted herself in a way to be able to kiss her hound's teeth, smiling as she did so.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hell's Hounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PulpyGoblin</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 08:34:26</strong>
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				Fure relentlessly drove his oversized cock into his Mistress's little body, over and over and over, battering her cervix with his mighty thrusts as he carefully gnawed at her shoulder, then nuzzled her neck.&nbsp; He was picking up speed now, his pace eased by just how wet she was getting, both with her own nectar and the small smears of blood that mingled with it.&nbsp; Just the smell alone of more of her blood, hot and almost painfully sizzling on his monster cock in a way her nectar couldn't quite manage.. it sang to something inside the Hell Hound and drove him near mad with lust.<br><br>Only the knowledge that his Mistress could endure it let him slam himself into her little body the way he did, bouncing her lewdly along the length of his huge demonic shaft, and by all the Infernal Lords was she <em>tight</em>, despite being overstretched so badly by him.&nbsp; He began grunting and growling with every thrust, his huge paws mashing her big breasts near-flat underneath them as his heavy balls slapped and smacked against the bottom of her overstuffed gash.&nbsp; Then that knock came at the door, just as he was beginning to feel his heavy sack churn with the beginnings of what promised to be a huge load.<br><br>An infuriated snarl rumbled out of the Hell Hound's chest at the interruption, making his muzzle pull back from his fangs and alight his eyes with a hint of murderous fury.&nbsp; His Mistress's plea for him to get the door set a war within him with his desire and permission to abuse her wet little hole to his infernal heart's content, and his natural inclination to obey her.&nbsp; In the end, he ended up doing both.<br><br>He never stopped thrusting away at her as more and more smoke seemed to pour from his maw and nostrils.&nbsp; In fact, he seemed to fuck her even faster as the smoke seemed to obscure his features.&nbsp; And then, he was changing, so smoothly and quickly that it hardly seemed to happen at all.&nbsp; Within a breath's span, his huge paws became equally huge hands that roughly groped and kneaded Mirage's breasts as a human-like mouth kissed and gnawed at the side of her neck.&nbsp; His dark fur melted away into equally dark flesh, stretched tight over slabs of muscle that moved like steel cable underneath his flesh.<br><br>The giant that Furec had become rose to his paw-like feet, his hands sliding down his Mistress's little body to grasp her hips and use them and handholds to bounce her along the length of his cock, stretching her just a little more as her own weight made his big cockhead stab at her cervix, and each step towards the door made that huge shaft stab up into her just a little differently.&nbsp; Then one hand left her hip to throw open the door, and Furec glared coldly down at the intruder that stood at the door.<br><br>"Go away."<br><br>His voice was like the deep rumble of a truck's engine, coldly murderous and eerily calm despite the casual way he kept thrusting his hips to fuck his Mistress, using his other hand to hold her back against his massive chest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hell's Hounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Endara</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 06:08:49</strong>
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				As Furec opened the door Mirage came around him with a scream, her blood and juices intermixing on his skin. She relaxed against his shoulder, just letting him bounce her on his cock as she smiled and groaned. Her body was so small in comparison to his that if Furec were lay on top of her, Mirage would disappear.<br><br>Lor stood in the door way, jealousy obviously in his eyes. This deviless that he'd wanted for centuries was being manhandled by some unworthy and ungrateful low-blood beast. He watched as she began to gyrate her hips around the head of Furec's dick, his own stirring in his trousers. He wanted her. He'd have to wait until Furec was gone doing something to make a move on her though. That damned hound could easily kill and him and easily get away with it simply because of his mistress' rank. Not many she-devil make it to the bed of the lowest level of Hell's castle without either having favor or talent. Lor could tell she had both. He swallowed his pride and walked away.<br><br>Mirage giggled in an unnatural way as Lor walked away looking defeated and aroused. She kicked the door shut and pulled herself up to Furec's ear, "watch him Sweet, he's jealous of you. He may try to take something from you," another giggle in Furec's ear and Mirage slid back down onto him.<br><br>She loved the way he felt and the way he was gentle but still rough in the right spots. Her eyes sparked as she got an idea and hopped off of Furec. She ran over to the makeshift bed and plopped down onto it. Legs open and ready to go she snapped, the lights in the room going out causing the room to be entirely pitch black. Where ever Furec stood Mirage could now see due to the glowing hellfire in his chest which glowed like embers but flickers like flames under his skin. It was enough to cast light upon the room and make Mirage look like she was in front of a fireplace. She laughed and bade Furec to her with one finger, "I know you want more," she stuck her tongue out and hissed in a serpentine tone, her pointed canines softly glimmering in the low light.<br><br>Mirage got a good amount of her bloody juices on her fingers and waited for Furec to approach, "want a treat?"
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