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Jesse knelt in the scant pool of light. His werewolf ears pricked and rotated anxiously as he listened for any possible sign of the oni. Behind his back, his muscular arms strained against the heavy leather sleeve and the fur bunched up uncomfortably at the top where the heavy buckle straps tied it. The leather collar with its heavy metal chain seemed to be choking tight as he forced himself to try to swallow so that moisture would go down his throat. A bright red rubber ball the size of a fist was jammed between his jaws with a strap keeping him from spitting it out. He couldn’t move from his kneeling position because the damned oni had tied his calves to his thighs with some kind of magical rope that felt like silk. It wrapped all around his chest and hips and legs, but he couldn’t get them to budge, only to creak as he strained.
The entire room was in shadowy blue-gray except for the white hot light directly overhead. The huge oni with his shadow colored skin was just a shifting shade in the darkness. Even the red tattoo on the demon’s shoulder was barely visible as he stalked around him. Jesse strained against the ropes one more time, growling around the huge ball gag that was strapped into his mouth.
“Struggling still?” came the oni’s deep voice. Jesse growled again, his ears turning to focus on the sound. Despite everything it still sounded like liquid sex and silk with a hypnotic lilt. “I thought that you liked playing with balls?”
The oni chuckled, pacing around one more time as the werewolf growled and whined. The fur covered werewolf was a delightful picture—in his ragged shirt and only enough of his denim pants to cover his right thigh. The shaggy tail swished nervously behind the wolf and he kept twisting in the ropes and struggling. Taking a small remote from the silken folds of his clothes, he waved it at the wolf, knowing that the other could only barely see it.
Jesse’s growl was choked back and he slobbered around the rubber ball. His eyes narrowed and he tossed his head. The tiny remote had a single green LED on it and he could barely track it if he managed to get some of his shaggy head of fur over his eyes so that the spotlight wasn’t glaring into them.
The oni only chuckled again and the light flickered for a moment before switching to two red lights.
Jesse howled as the huge toy in his ass came to life. Throwing back his head, he strained as hard as he could. The huge toy twisted and vibrated and he had no way to pull it in or push it out of his body. Panting, he felt his body respond. So unwillingly, his helpless writhing could neither help nor hinder his efforts. He prayed that the oni was done—that he had gone off and done whatever it was he did to cum—and would release him soon. The devil wasn’t done, of course, and Jesse saw that there were now three lights on the tiny remote. He howled again as the toy went faster and harder. A tiny spurt of pre-cum shot out of his ruddy cock and he heaved as he felt the climax boiling in his cock—.
The toy stopped.
Jesse shook in his ropes, sweat making his fur itch. The bottoms of his feet were dripping sweat and his palms were wet in the leather sleeve. His heart was racing and his breath hitched heavily. Every muscle ached and he couldn’t even pant properly. His blood raced and made it hard for him to even think as his cock throbbed.
The oni’s chuckle echoed in the room. He finally stepped into the puddle of light, towering over the huge werewolf. Even when he was standing upright, the demon was still taller than him and that was when you didn’t the immense curving horns on his head. He was broader than the werewolf by a good few inches and could easily prove he was stronger.
But Lord knew, despite the huge horns and the gleaming fangs that jutted out of his lips and the heavy hooves at the end of his legs, he was beautiful. His features were sharp and seemed to be something out of a dream painting. His muscles and smooth skin were enough to make an artist weep. His hands were long and elegant and strong and when they threaded idly through the thick sweep of oil black hair it was beautiful. The sharp claws at the end of his strong fingers curved in some ideal way that art had previously failed to capture. Even those ghostly almond-shaped eyes were beautifully slanted and surrounded by thick black lashes.
Jesse let out a hoarse whine.
The oni nodded slightly, tossing the remote between his fingers playfully. “Oh, are you...frustrated? Perhaps even—oh, dear—a bit in pain?”
Jesse nodded jerkily, whimpering as he tried to jut forward. He tried, strained, but it was hopeless. His bare cock ached between his legs and he could feel balls straining. The swollen knot at the base of his cock felt like it was pushing his legs apart. His keen ears could almost hear the dribble of his pre-cum hit the hard, bare floor. Every inch of his skin felt as inflamed as his nostrils as they tried to scent the demon.
The oni smirked. “Now...let’s go over this one more time. Just to make sure that you understand.” He stepped a bit further into the light, wagging the remote in front of the werewolf’s face. “You have been such a good pet, haven’t you? Such a good boy.
“Now you have a little trick to do,” the oni purred musically. “Just a little trick and then I will give you a little treat.” He waved the remote even closer. “Just...play fetch and you get a treat.”
Jesse whined again and shook his head. His eyes were huge and brown as they pleaded with the larger monster. No...no.... He shook his head desperately.
The oni’s voice was musical and teasing. “Just play fetch like a good little puppy.” Jesse shook his head again, a keening whine burbling out around the ball stuffed in his mouth. “The sweet little thing—that sweet little girl that you’ve been seeing in the cafeteria. I want her.”
Jesse whined at the command and he shook his head wildly again. That sweet little girl—the cheerful sweet thing that always greeted him with a smile.... You. You were the closest thing he had to a real friend in this godforsaken place. You laughed and smiled and made him think of long walks in the moonlight and darling little innocent kisses. You sat by him during meals and laughed at his jokes, even when he couldn’t remember the punchline. You remembered his birthday too, with a steak dinner and a new flannel shirt in his favorite red, black and orange plaid. Even in this dusty and abandoned room, he could remember the soft fragrance of your perfume.
The oni—the one that hid his demonic form in the shape of Hanzo, the archer—giggled musically and tossed the remote into the air. Jesse growled, his eyes locked onto it as it arced up and down between the clawed hands—and sighed in forced pleasure. “I see that you do know who I am talking about.” Jesse growled again—of course he remembered you. “I want you to be a good pet and fetch her for me.” The oni licked his ruby red lips. “She looks delightful and if you’re a good boy, then I’ll even let you have a taste of her.”
Jesse whined miserably. He shook his head, bowing it down helplessly. He whined again, flinching as a blob of spit dribbled out of his mouth and plopped on the fur of his chest. He never wanted to harm you, never wanted to do anything that might make that smile of yours disappear. You were the sole star in his whole night sky and your smile was the tiny sliver of moon. Without it—everything was darkness.
“So, be a good dog and fetch my little treat,” Hanzo smiled at the miserable werewolf. “She looks adorable and so sweet and innocent. Did you think that I would not notice? Did you think that I would miss all those little grins and the little giggles? Did you think that I would not notice how much you smile at her?”
The oni’s huge hand reached out to stroke the shaggy, bowed head. “Bring her here. We’ll have some fun, won’t we? She’ll be a lot of fun.” He stroked the head again and walked around the huge wolf. His huge gray hand wrapped around the shaggy head and then wrapped around his neck. “We will have a private little party, won’t we? Just us three—all alone here and we’ll have a little fun, won’t we?”
Jesse folded his ears back submissively with another soft whine. The huge, cold hand threaded through his fur, making him shake. The long, elegant fingers stroked his ears, making them flicker with the cold.
The oni walked around him one more time, stopping in front of him. “Do tell me, puppy. You don’t have...feelings for this girl, do you?” Jesse’s ears folded back further with a whimper as the oni laughed. “Oh that is rich!” The oni’s laughter filled the room. “Do you imagine that she would ever welcome you? That she would ever want a mangy mongrel like you?” He laughed again, a deep thrum of sound. “Do you think that a lovely, sweet little innocent like her would ever—ever!—spend one more moment with you if she saw what you really are?”
Jesse whined softly and shook his head sadly. His ears folded back flat against his head. Panting, he shook his head again. He honestly was surprised that he had been this lucky, gotten this far. He never expected you to smile at him. He never expected you to sit with him, and was honestly surprised every time you did it. He never deserved your easy smiles, your friendly giggles and laughter, your warm company. He never deserved any of it—monster that he was.
He didn’t want to see your horror if you saw him like this. He never wanted to see that look of disgust at his furry form. Even imagining it brought tears to his eyes, and he threw his head back and howled around the gag.
The oni studied him silently, smirking in the shadows. With a wave, the ball dropped from the werewolf’s jaws, the entire gag dissolving before it hit the floor.
Jesse sobbed, shaking in the ropes. Fuck. What the hell had he been thinking? He knew the answer—he hadn’t. He had been trailing some of the Deadlock gang in Dorado and shot the last female wolf he knew about and destroyed his chances to ever have a mate. He had buried her, paid for a funeral that an outlaw like her would never otherwise get.
He had gone out immediately and gotten wildly drunk. He had bought two bottles of grease-cutting cheap whiskey and drank them down without a breath. Howling at the moon in the open cattle pasture, he didn’t care if he spooked the Holsteins or not. He never wanted to stop, never wanted to do anything but run and drink and run some more. He stared at the moon, the hopeless pale moon that smiled at him, and never even saw the white eyes in the swirling shadows behind him.
The vibrator shook Jesse and he let out a whine. His eyes went desperately wide at the throbbing in his ass. Shaking and trembling, he took a shuddering breath. The oni walked in front of him and smiled wickedly as the heavy, thick werewolf cock bobbed and trembled. Jesse growled in his throat as the oni’s lithe, leathery tail caressed his erection.
“My little pet,” Hanzo whispered musically. “You do seem to be desperate.”
Jesse shook, trying to take in a desperate breath. “P-p-p-please!’
“Please what, my pet?”
Jesse shook his head wildly. “N-n-n-need...need more.”
“Perhaps—if you’re a good boy.” The oni’s tail wrapped around the wolf’s stomach in a heady caress. “Will you do your little trick?”
Jesse could not even think. The oni had trained his body too well to respond to the slightest caress. Jesse strained and twisted, trying to find some small shred of friction—enough to fall over the desperate edge.
“Well, you’re not going to get anywhere like that,” hummed the larger creature.
Jesse sobbed, his head flopping forward. “Please, just a-a-a...little more.” The oni had no mercy, no humanity to appeal to, but occasionally listened to begging.
“Will you do your trick, dog?” The wolf’s balls felt fever hot and full to bursting. He prayed, babbling for just a little caress, just a little relief. “Don’t you want to cum?”
“Yes!” Jesse burst out. “Yes! Please!” He whined, “Please—I can’t take it anymore.”
“Will you do your little trick?”
Jesse shook in his ropes. Pulling in the sleeve and getting nowhere, he trembled. “Jus-just don’t hurt her.” The tail wrapped around his thighs like a firm hand. “Please...please.....”
“Ahh.” The fanged smile floated in the shadows in front of the wolf. “What a good little pet you are.”
“Please...let me cum. Please.” Jesse cursed. “I can’t take it no more.” The oni waved his shadowy hands and Jesse felt a sudden tingle in his cock. His eyes went wide, screaming wordlessly. “No! No. NO. Fuck NO!”
The pale white fangs and eyes smiled. “Oh, I’ll let you cum my pet, but only when you do your trick. In the meantime, you’ll just have to wait.” Jesse screamed helplessly. “Just think—you do your little trick quickly and you’ll get your reward equally fast.”
Jesse babbled, “Don’t hurt her. Don’t hurt her.”
“Hurt her?” Hanzo’s eyes went wide and almost innocent. “Why, I am just going to have a little fun. And if you’re a good puppy, you’ll have some fun too.”
Jesse sobbed, feeling the toy vanish out of his body and leaving his insides quaking. He slumped as the silken ropes slid away and disappeared. The oni’s laugh echoed in the room and the wolf pitched forward helplessly. “Don’...don’t hurt her.” There was only an echoing laugh that made his aching cock throb. He wept on the floor as his arms were slowly freed. “Please...anything else. I’ll do anything else. Just don’t hurt her.”
There was no reply and Jesse knew there wouldn’t be since the oni had disappeared. He felt that cold tingle between his legs but was so worried about you that he couldn’t care about it. That demon was about to wreck the one good thing in his life—what was a curse on his cock preventing him from feeling any pleasure or relief compared to that?
The werewolf loped back to the base. As long as he avoided the older soldier—that old vampire definitely wouldn’t understand why he was trying to lope back in with a massive hard-on—he could get to his quarters. He took a cold shower, drank some beer—did everything he could think of to get himself to deflate. It worked a little, but not completely and Jesse resigned himself to wearing his serape everywhere again this week.
The next morning he drug himself back through the base and went to the cafeteria. He grabbed a pile of bacon and scrambled eggs and then dumped a scoop of jalapeños and salsa on top of it. Plopping down, he began shoveling food down his throat.
“Hey, Jesse,” you said behind him. “Sitting alone?”
Jesse looked over his shoulder guiltily, with his mouth full. Swallowing heavily, he offered you a shy smile. “Uhh....” His cock tingled icily. “I guess...I guess I’m alone.”
You sat down next to him with a smile, setting your plate down beside him. “Hey...could I get you a coffee? I still need to get something to drink.”
Jesse flushed and nodded bashfully. “Black.”
“You got it, cowboy,” you smiled back at him. You seemed completely unaware of his heavy stare as you went to get the drinks. “Be right back.”
Jesse looked at his plate and felt his stomach clench. He had no choice, but it didn’t make it right. You smiled at him still—despite his lustful staring—when you gave him his huge mug of black coffee.
“You okay?” you asked. Your head dipped to try to catch his eye. “You look a little...down.”
Jesse swallowed again. “Hey...uh....”
“Yeah?”
Fuck. You were so innocent. You were so sweet. You were the starlight and the moon and every comet and beautiful thing in the world. And he was stuck here as a cold-cocked shit, trying to get you alone. He whimpered softly, debating if the oni’s fury was really that bad—.
Then he saw the massively muscled human archer come in. Without looking at anyone, the Japanese man came in and got his avocado toast and tea.
Jesse flushed as the other man kept glancing carelessly over the crowd. Yeah...he was fucked. The question finally squeaked out of him as he caught the archer’s gaze. “Would you go..for a walk with me?”
You looked at him with a playful grin. “Uhh...sure.” You shrugged happily. “Whatever you want to do.”
Jesse could have cried. He really wanted you to refuse. To say you had a boyfriend or girlfriend or dirty hair or something. But...maybe he could....
“Where would you like to go?” Your eyes were wide and innocent as you watched the suddenly anxious cowboy. “Maybe....maybe out to the lookout rock?”
Lookout rock was nothing more than a big boulder jutting up out of the ground. It was all of two feet above the grassy field, but everyone knew it and met there.
Jesse swallowed, his cock suddenly feeling tingly with the icy cold. “O-o-okay.”
You cocked your head slightly, frowning with a small pout. “Are you okay? Maybe we need to take a rain check—?”
“No!” Jesse whimpered. “No...tonight is good. Lookout rock.”
“I’ll bring some beers, if you like?”
Jesse shivered beneath his armor and serape. “OK. We’ll.... At sunset.”
“Okay,” you nodded with a smile. “See? You can talk to me and you don’t explode or anything.” With a giggle, you stood suddenly and said, “Sorry to eat and run, but I’ve got a meeting in ten.”
“‘S’okay,” Jesse muttered.
But it wasn’t. It absolutely wasn’t. There was nothing about this that was okay. He should have just accepted being impotent for the rest of eternity. Or he should have just gone up to 76 and let the vampire drain him.
The day fled too quickly. Jesse wanted to hold back the time, but he couldn’t stop the sun from sliding further and further west. He couldn’t think what to do, but maybe....maybe he could warn you at the rock. Tell you to get out of town and keep running.
He was there first, watching the sun set. The old vampire would be up soon and the wraith would go wherever he went and do whatever he did. He had brought a huge bottle of the strongest alcohol he could find. Maybe he could get you drunk enough that you wouldn’t....
And your musical voice rang out.
He cringed—he couldn’t help it. It was the very first time that he wanted to be stood up. He sighed heavily. The cowboy growled in his throat—a soft echo of his werewolf sound. He prayed as hard as he could that you were going to show up and slap his face—.
He held on to that thought with every fiber of his being. He could be an asshole—that was easy. He could make a pass, you could slap his face and you could just walk away. He still had a chance to get you out of this....
He dared to turn around. You were there and fuck him you had not only brought the promised beers, but you also had a small basket that was picture perfect down to the red checked blanket on top. You were adorable in your soft dress, setting the beers down on the rock before pulling the blanket out and spreading it on the ground.
“Hope you don’t mind,” you said with a smile. “I thought that we could use some cheese and stuff to go with beer.” You spread out the blanket, kicking the final corner out. “I didn’t know what you’d like, so I got cheese and some bread and—,” You pulled out a package. “—some deli meats.”
How was he supposed to fight that? The werewolf whined as he came forward. Getting you to slap him and stalk out was his only hope. He smiled—it was a stiff and forced grimace—but you smiled so nicely in return and came to plop next to him. You looked so nice, smelled so good, smiled so big.
The sunset was looking beautiful and you just popped open a beer and offered it to him so naturally that he had no choice but to take it. It was so natural, so smooth, so easy for you to smile and lean against the rock. He looked up at the darkening red and gold sky.
“So, what is the plan?” you asked. “Or are we just going to enjoy this amazing weather?”
Jesse sighed, looking up at the sky. “It is amazing weather, ain’t it?” He puffed out a breath and took a gulp of the beer. His half-hard cock still ached and tingled with that damned spell, but fuck it was going to be worth it to keep you out of the demon’s hands. “Like watching heaven unfold.”
You laughed at that. Softly and sexily and making him think about beautiful moonlight walks. If you were a she-wolf, you’d be laying like that with him. You’d be bringing him beer and food and waiting for the moon to rise so that you both could chase each other over the rocks and moss and grass.
But it was not meant to be....
Jesse pulled out the immense bottle and set it down beside your basket. He gave you a huge smile and then expertly pulled the cap off. You looked a little uneasy, but that was good—that was what he wanted, right?
It was only half to disgust you that he drank straight from the bottle. The wind shifted and brought your perfume to his nose. He loved your perfume. Most of the time, his highly sensitive nose would pick up on the chemicals and alcohol and stuff—but yours, yours was amazing. Hell, for all he knew it was how you really smelled. And so he drank from the bottle to bury that smell. He drank deeply to see if maybe he could get lucky and get his prick to wake up and smell the shit and realize that this was not, in any shape or form, going to end well. He guzzled it to bury all the ache and longing—and if it disgusted you, well, it was better than being disgusted at what a mongrel he was.
“Uhh...Jesse?” Your voice was suddenly timid. “Is something...wrong?”
He shook his head and set the bottle down. About a third of the bottle was gone and maybe it was swallowed quick enough that it would hit both his heads.
He gave you a smile and took a deep breath. He wanted to smell your perfume just one more time before he steered your canoe out of this creek and gave you the paddles. It was wildflowers—like a Texas roadside in May. Smiling sadly, he reached out to touch your knee.
It was time. Time to try to get you out and fuck if his heart wasn’t breaking.
Your skin was soft, so soft. In his head, he whined with pleasure. Outside, where you could see, he theatrically licked his lips and sat up to scoot next to you. Uncomfortably close and with his arm around your shoulders. He drawled low, “So what about you and I get to—?!”
You scooted away a little. “Let’s...just enjoy the sunset, huh?” You nudged the liquor bottle with a crinkle of your nose. “I’m...I’m....” You flushed and nervously smoothed your dress. “Just...don’t rush me, huh?”
Lord, what he wouldn’t give to just nod and agree to that.
Instead, he scooted closer and tried again. “Darlin’—you are the prettiest filly I ever saw.” That was true. “And I just can’t help that I wanna ride.” Also true, but apparently you were taking his cheesy idiocy to heart—just like he wanted you to. On impulse—drunken or not—he took your hand and brought it to his lips. Your eyes met his in wide, shocked...something.
Your scent shifted. There wasn’t quite the innocent, wildflower scent, but something else now. A musky, honey scent that made him long for more. He smiled, wishing, and moved in for the coup de gras—putting your hand on his pants over his more than half-hard cock.
You slapped him so hard that he saw stars. His neck almost twisted. You pulled away—that was good—but then you kicked him in the thigh. Now he ached in all kinds of ways. You were standing, getting ready to stomp off and he let out a whimper that maybe you’d keep your distance and be safe.
Right up until he heard your scream.
Bolting to his feet, he looked around only to find that the rock and trees were dizzily spinning around. His mouth went dry and he wove on his feet as he tried to find a point on the horizon that wasn’t tilted. There wasn’t one, and he dropped to his knees wearily.
He knew what this meant.
And, sure enough, he was back in that dusty and abandoned room. There were only a few small lights on and sunlight came barely through the windows in dusty beams. He struggled to stand, but his body felt shipwrecked.
At least, he could see you.
Not that it was a good thing, but he could see you. You were passed out and laid rather haphazardly on a thin mat across the room. Your dress was torn on the skirt, and you were missing a shoe, but you were breathing and he fancied he could hear your heartbeat.
He staggered towards you. Maybe he would be able to explain, to comfort you. Lord knows that he had a mountain of sins to answer for. At any rate, you’d feel better with a familiar face.
The oni’s voice was oily and thick from the corner of the room. “Oh, no—don’t wake her yet.” Jesse whined as a steel muzzle appeared on his face tapping his jaw and nose behind a shiny metal cage. The demon had even put a piece of metal on it that jutted out into his mouth and kept his tongue down, effectively trapping any way to speak, but also a way to cool himself. “I want to see this.”
Jesse managed to take another step before the bindings appeared. It was yellow silken rope this time, winding around his arms and yanking them behind his back in some kind of ladder pattern up past his elbows to his shoulders. From there, it wrapped around his chest and then down to his legs, yanking them short and making him squat.
The other monster let out a tsk noise and came stepping out of his corner. With a snap, Jesse felt his chin being forced up as the thick collar appeared.
“Now, since you won’t be reasonable, I’ll just leash you in your corner.” With another wave, Hanzo caused a heavy chain to appear and draw Jesse away from you. “Be a good puppy and don’t struggle too much.”
Jesse whined, pulling as hard as he could. There was no way he could fight, nothing he could do, but he wanted to at least try. He strained, hearing the ropes creak and hiss as he flexed and pulled. Inevitably, he was pulled in the diagonal corner as the oni laughed softly, his white eyes narrowing.
Finally, he was alone in the corner, bound hand and foot. He whined, spit slobbering on the metal cage. The oni just watched him, his long and serpentine tail twisting behind him in amusement. Jesse struggled still, trying to beg or do anything that would convince the demon to let you alone.
You moaned softly, twisting on the uncomfortable mat. Jesse whimpered as the larger monster turned slightly, glancing over his shoulder. Finally exhausted, the wolf collapsed.
You were dizzy and your eyes were blurry. Your head ached and you couldn’t figure out why. The last thing that you remembered was sitting down with the huge cowboy. But now—how you were laying down on a kindergarten tumbling mat on a stone floor. What the hell happened?
You forced your body to roll over a little, and the sound of laughter came and it grated on your spine. If it was possible for a laugh to be in a scary minor key, then that was what you heard. There was also the sound you couldn’t place—a terrified animal that sounded like it was in pain.
When your eyes finally uncrossed enough to focus, you saw the huge silhouette first. A staggeringly tall shadow shape with curved horns and some kind of stiff shoes and a sibilant looking tail loomed over you.
“Wha—? Who are you?” Your voice was a harsh and hoarse grunt because your throat was so dry. You struggled to get upright, but your limbs felt like mush. “Where am I?”
The voice that replied was like nails on a chalkboard in a high falsetto. “Oh, help! Where am I? What’s going on?” Then the voice dropped and added, “But you are such an innocent sweet, aren’t you?” The creature bent over you. “That’s why your little friend gave you to me.”
You looked up at the creature with its glittering fangs and long hair. “What do you mean?”
The demon turned a little, pointing to the corner. Jesse whined and strained, a strange sight in those silken yellow ropes. He looked desperately at you, his dark brown eyes wide.
The oni giggled and reached out a clawed hand to stroke your hair. You pulled back shyly, balling up on the mat away from the deadly looking hand. You thought you saw him shrug a little, and then step further back.
“So, let us all get cozy,” the monster giggled. “All cozy and ready to share all our little secrets, don’t you think?”
Jesse shook his head again. He appeared to shiver, but in all those ropes, it was hard to tell. You staggered upright. “Jesse? What is he talking about?”
“Oh him?” Hanzo chuckled softly. “Well, they say that confession is good is for the soul. What do you say, sweetling? Shall we do this for his soul?”
Jesse was shaking, shivering in a wild and panicked way. His head shook wildly, tossing his shaggy hair around. Suddenly he lurched again, his feet scratching the floor as he scrabbled forward only to be drug back by the rope.
“Now, let’s just talk about our little friend.” The oni looked down at you with a smile, offering his hand. “Shall we walk over and talk?”
You flinched away and, with a sudden movement, you ran to the cowboy. But you felt something cold around your neck and wrists. It was pulled back and you fell to the dusty floor with a thud. Blearily, you stared and saw brilliant silver bracelets around your wrists with delicately wrought silver chains.
“Now, now, little bird. Let’s just talk for a bit.” The floor vibrated slightly as the large creature walked up to you. “Better yet, just look out the window.” You did and saw the dying sunset suddenly darken to a moonlit sky filled with brilliant stars. You looked at the shadow man-thing in his dark silk clothes and then the window again in confusion. “Now, they say a picture is worth a thousand words. Shall we see?”
You shivered, suddenly cold and reluctantly turned to Jesse.
Jesse shook in the ropes. His eyes were agonized as they looked at you and closed sadly. He let out a whine that echoed in the room. Suddenly, with a violent shake, you saw something you couldn’t believe. The massively muscled figure just...grew. The whole room was filled with the grating sound of joints grinding. He swelled like a dry sponge in a bucket of water. Hair that was thick and brown sprouted all over him. His clothes shredded as his body grew, snapping in little pieces. With another violent shake of his shaggy head, you saw that he no longer had human ears, but instead had two pointed triangle ears out of the top of his head. The metal muzzle was suddenly filled with a furry snout. The werewolf shook as his body settled into its huge form. His eyes now were yellow and glittered with tears that slid down his furry cheeks.
“What do you think?” The deep voice giggled behind you. “He’s such an ugly mutt, isn’t he? Such a filthy, ugly wolf.” The shadow bowed slightly. “I have rescued you from his mitts...err, paws.”
You shook, tears filling your eyes. Whimpering, you curled into a ball. With a sob, you looked at the werewolf in terror. “J-j-Jesse.... Why? What—?”
“Oh, he brought you to me,” the demon insisted in a sing song behind you. “And he should be rewarded, don’t you think?”
The demon slid around you, his legs becoming misty as you kicked him. Standing in front of the heaving werewolf, he snapped his fingers. The wolf toppled as a lush, thick red plaid cushion appeared beneath him. He let out a muffled whine and hit the cushion with a thud.
“Jesse—is what...he says true?” Your voice cracked shrilly. “You brought me here to him? That’s what all the meeting was about? This is why you wanted to meet me? You just decided that...that—?”
The wolf shivered and struggled again, but you didn’t want to see it. Instead, you shoved past the demon and went back to the mat. Flopping down on it, you sobbed into your hands.
“Oh, dear,” the demon cooed. “She doesn’t seem happy to see you.”
Jesse growled low as the ice blooded creature walked a little closer. Struggling, he managed to get upright again just as the icy hand caressed one furry ear. Shaking and pulling, he glared at the cold-hearted beast. He would find a way out, would find a way to get you out.
The demon’s voice went low and soft, almost a soothing coo. “I told you, wolf, that she’d be disgusted by you. I told you that she would be afraid of you.”
Jesse sobbed, his fangs clanking against the metal in his mouth. Shaking his head, he growled again. All he could do was show his fangs helplessly. The demon laughed and vanished in front of his eyes. He tugged at the ropes again, struggling to get untied. All he wanted was to get over to you—just to try to explain, to comfort you. It was impossible and he knew it, but he didn’t want to give up completely just yet. Not while he could still get to you.
You didn’t even turn, though. You sobbed and wailed, burying your face in your hands. He couldn’t let out more than a soft whine, but he ached to go to you. Swallowing heavily, he nodded sadly and just sagged in the ropes. He watched helplessly as you cried yourself to sleep.
When you woke, you were even more exhausted and every muscle ached from laying on the stone floor. You swallowed heavily, wishing for a glass of water. The chains glistened in the uncertain shadows—attached to the wall with silvery rings. They didn’t budge when you pulled on them. You hadn’t really expected them to.
There was a rustling sound behind you and you turned towards the wolf. He looked up at you, still bound in the ropes. His yellow eyes were wide and agonized as he watched you walk around.
You sniffed, “Jesse? Is that really you?”
The wolf nodded silently.
“And...you’re...like a werewolf?”
He nodded again, looking away. With a heavy sigh, he shrugged.
You plopped down on the floor to look at him. “Did he...? Did you really...set me up?” You sniffled as he looked away. “You were going to give me to him?”
He snarled and shook his head angrily. His fangs were pearly white as he strained against the muzzle and his muscles bunched furiously.
You sniffled. “I guess he was bound to lie, huh?” The wolf looked up at you sadly and nodded. “So where—? Oh, yeah.... I forgot about the muzzle.”
Jesse nodded sadly. None of the ropes or the muzzle or the chains would come off until the demon man wanted them to. Usually, it was best to simply sit and wait because struggling only made it harder to fight him off. But damn if he didn’t want to rip something apart.
He whined in his throat, folding his ears back. You sniffled and he thought you looked back at him. Twisting helplessly, he curled submissively, showed you what he could of his furry belly and curled his head to one side. Maybe, if he was lucky, you had kept a puppy or played with a dog and would recognize the canine signs of apology.
You did. You did look at him, watching him with tear filled eyes. Finally, you offered him a watery smile. “It...it’s okay, Jesse.” You wiped your nose with a corner of your dress. “I know you can’t move much.”
He nodded, keeping his ears down. You nodded in return and wrapped your arms around your bent legs. He cocked his head, letting one ear flop up in what he hoped was an endearing way.
“It’s okay,” you muttered again. “Just a little cold.”
The wolf looked at you curiously and then nodded. In his crippled, hopping gait, he staggered off the lush cushion. On his knees and pushing with his shoulder and head, he bucked and shoved it towards you. It was a clumsy effort and the damn thing didn’t seem to move more than a few inches at a time, but you strained too. Finally, you had a hold of the plaid and pulled it towards you.
He grinned in his muzzle as you climbed on the cushion with a relieved sigh. Settling himself down, he twisted into a little knot. Hopefully, you wouldn’t notice the hard cock between his thighs. It still buzzed with icy little shivers—a reminder of the oni’s power over him—but he had been able to force it from his mind.
The cushion felt heavenly as you curled up in it. “Thanks, Jesse.” Your eyes went moist again as you saw him huddle on the cold stone floor. “But aren’t you cold?” He tossed his head in a weird way and wiggled his arms. “I guess you’re not—not with fur underwear, huh?”
He settled quietly again with a nod and a friendly blink. Then, a look of longing went across his face as he stared out the window. The moon had not moved in all this time, nor had the stars twinkled. No clouds either. You watched too, a little frightened by the steady and unblinking lights.
So you both settled down to wait in silence.
There was no way to know how much time had passed when the oni reappeared. He had a cloth bag over his tattooed shoulder. “Miss me, pets?” he asked with a musical laugh. You both glared at him silently and he grinned as you huddled deeper into the cushion. “And here I brought you dinner.”
Jesse’s ears pricked up and then folded down again as he bared his teeth. There was no telling what mischief the demon was up to. It might be anything—a live rat, a spoiled brain, half-rotten bacon—in the sack and he had no guesses what the demon might get you. Instead, with a huff, he settled again to watch the still and silent moon.
The demon came up to you slowly, his fanged grin still on his face. “Has my little puppy been a good dog?” You glanced angrily over your shoulder at him and then turned away. “I suppose that he has been. He even gave you his new bed—and after whining so much about how the floor hurt his knees, too.”
You gasped for a moment, trying not to picture the cowboy on his knees. Tears went into your eyes for a moment as you wanted to sink into the cushion and never come out again.
“But he has taught you bad manners, I see,” the demon continued. “He taught you that you shouldn’t answer me when I talk to you!”
He whispered a softly muttered curse, you suddenly felt every muscle in your body cry out in pain. Screaming, you writhed on the cushion, trying desperately to get away. And just as suddenly, the pain was gone.
“Are you going to answer me now?”
You glared at the oni mutinously. If it hadn’t been for the wolf whining and desperately trying to signal you, you would have cursed at him. Being at an Overwatch base gave you a brilliant vocabulary of profanity. He raised his fingers again and you growled at him, “Yes.”
“Oh good,” the shadowy creature grinned enthusiastically. “I was so hoping that you were as intelligent as you were sweet.” He dropped the bag next to you, well within your reach. “Do look inside.”
You glared at him and then glanced at Jesse. Jesse shivered and sighed, nodding in resignation. Whatever this was, it was probably going to be horrifying. You braced yourself for every horror movie scare and reached inside.
There was something cold and...moist in there. You pulled it out, flinching, and were utterly surprised to find a huge, thick steak with a bulky T-bone in the middle of it. You looked up at the oni in confusion.
With a wave, the demon conjured a floating cushion thing that he leaned back on comfortably. He shrugged innocently and said, “A small problem. There was only one steak available. Shall I cook it for you?”
Your stomach growled unexpectedly, but the demon’s sudden kindness gave you chills. Whispering, you asked, “And what’s behind door number two?”
Apparently, your tormentor was not going to budge from his good humor. “Why...our little puppy here is usually pretty hungry at this point. You could always throw it to him and see...what else I can conjure up.”
You debated what to do. Jesse’s eyes, no matter how much he looked away, were continually locking on to the meat. His stomach clenched tightly and you could only imagine he was hungry, too. The meat looked real, rich and red and tender with just enough tasty marbling. It would sizzle on a grill and smell amazing.
“Hungry, sweetling?” The demon stretched out further. “How do you like your steak?” He lapped his fangs and red, moist mouth. “I prefer...moving, myself.”
You shuddered. It was a sure bet that you weren’t going to get out of here without Jesse. And a starving werewolf probably wasn’t a good thing—at least not from what you had read in all those cheap paperback novels. “And if I give it to him? What then?” You shrugged angrily. “It’s not like he can do anything with that contraption on his face.”
The oni clapped merrily. “Oh, you are smart, aren’t you?” With a wave, you saw the metal and leather muzzle dissolve into thin air. “So now what, little sweet?”
Without taking your eyes away from the demon, you slid closer to the wolf. Jesse panted heavily and you could hear him swallow. The short glance you spared him would have terrified you if you hadn’t had your hands full dealing with the demon. His fur had fluffed and his ears were aggressively forward. His eyes were locked on the meat in your hands and saliva dripped from his fanged mouth. You gave the steak a hearty toss towards him, hoping you got close.
Apparently, you did manage to get close enough because the next sound was a groan of pleasure and a bone-cracking snap. You froze, turning to watch Jesse. He tossed his head and you could see him straining backwards to keep the meat in his mouth. His fangs scraped the broken T-bone eagerly and a fine thread of blood ran out of the corner of his mouth. The meat disappeared down his gullet and for a moment, you thought you saw his throat expand as he desperately swallowed it.
The oni smirked happily, twirling his clawed finger in his long, inky hair. With what appeared to be a pleased sigh, he said, “So glad that my pets are getting along.” He lolled his head back and looked at Jesse. “But they must learn some manners. What do you say, Jesse?”
Jesse grimaced at you, shaking a bit. “Th-th-thank you, darlin’.”
You nodded at the werewolf. “Glad that...you liked it.” You plopped down on the cushion again. With a sour look at the demon as he lounged on his floating cushion, you snapped, “So now what? We stare at each other?”
The demon shrugged nonchalantly. “We could always...get better acquainted.”
“Oh hell no!” shouted Jesse with a violent lunge against the ropes. “You fuckin—!”
The muzzle appeared on his jaws again with a throb in the air and a loud clap of Jesse’s teeth. The oni shrugged, “Now, now, little puppy. Don’t make me angry.” He waggled a finger. “You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry and you’re setting a bad example for my new little pet, aren’t you?”
The white eyes flickered towards you. “I think that he deserves to be punished for that, don’t you?” A slender leather wrapped stick appeared in the air, hanging on nothing. “Would you like to do it? Or shall I?”
“Go to hell!”
The demon laughed. “Oh, I’ve already been there.” He twisted on the floating cushion until he was almost sideways. “Shall I tell you what it’s like?” You must have looked shocked because he giggled. “There’s so many things—so many little torments that are just such delightful fun. Why all the things I could tell you. You would simply not believe it—.”
Jesse howled menacingly. His mouth may have been bound, but his eyes spoke volumes of how much he hated. Every muscle was bunched tight, straining against the ropes. You turned away, slightly frightened by the restrained fury.
The demon sighed restlessly. “Well, if you aren’t going to be any fun, then I will simply have to play with my puppy, won’t I?” He turned to Jesse with a grin. “Shall we play our favorite game?”
“Ohh...please, just no!” you shrieked. “Just, stop!” Standing up, you whimpered and faced him. “Just stop tormenting him.”
“But I haven’t even begun,” the demon insisted playfully. “We have such good times together and play with all kinds of toys.” He waved and the whip thing disappeared and a large, silicone dildo appeared in its place, floating in the air. “This is one of his favorites.”
You couldn’t help but reach out to gingerly touch it. It looked monstrously huge as it hung there in the air in front of you. The surface was smooth and faintly cool, ever so slightly pliable and the most monstrous shade of purple-red.
The oni demon hummed softly with an approving sound. “He really likes this—can’t you tell?” You followed his gesturing hand to look beyond the thing to the werewolf. With a snap, the ropes bunched up in his back and pulled him into a painful arch to show his half-hard dick jutting out. “This is one of our favorite games.
“Now, let’s have some fun, shall we?” He gestured again to the dildo. “If you ask nicely, then I’ll even let you slide it into him.” You shuddered in distaste and he shrugged nonchalantly. “I grant that it isn’t nearly so nice as a warm, dripping wet cunt, but there is a certain satisfaction in doing it nonetheless. But if you don’t want to do it yourself and see how much he enjoys it...?”
You shuddered again. That dildo was outrageously big—thick and long and now slightly knobby—and there was simply no way you could see that it could possibly even get inside even the huge wolf.
The oni shrugged and slid down from his floating cushion to grab it. “Now, puppy, she wants to see how much you like to be fucked.” The ropes creaked and groaned as Jesse was pulled into a painful crouch with his ass up. A loop of rope pulled up out of nowhere like a snake ready to strike and wound itself around the furry tail. Jesse whined, his white teeth glistening in the steel muzzle and his eyes huge and what you could only describe as fearful. Hanzo stroked the long furry ears deceptively gently and then a drug a finger so that the ropes picked up Jesse and slowly turned him so that his ass was pointed directly at you. “Good little puppy. Now arch your back so she can see it slide right in.”
You were horrified to see how much Jesse strained to get even the most shallow of bends. The other male walked around, his long tail curling around both their bodies. He traced the paths of the ropes in a lazy and threatening way, before taking the huge silicone toy and placing the tip of the toy right up against the brown, puckered hole underneath the tied up tail. It looked like a baseball bat against the ridge and suddenly you shrieked.
Demon white eyes snapped to you and his mouth curled into a blood red smile around the white fangs. His voice rose to a shrill and warbling tone. “You have some objection to my pet enjoying his toy? You want it for yourself, perhaps?”
The wolf howled, his teeth grinding and scraping against the metal, shaking his head violently. The ropes kept creaking and straining and furry muscles flexing and curling. The demon hummed again, patting the furry rump gently, before waving the toy at you.
“Gently,” you whispered.
He cocked his head and smiled wanly. “Gently?” The thing turned in the air, his hooves suddenly up in the air and his back pressing the wolf down. “Do you have any suggestions?”
You couldn’t think, staring at the silicone dildo as it was definitely becoming more knobby. Jesse whined softly—almost out of your hearing. “I...I don’t know.” Demon white eyes looked at you expectantly. “Maybe like...some lube or something?”
The demon laughed in a grating high tone that skittered along your nerves and making you shiver. “Can you hear that Puppy?” Another childish giggle that sounded like a little boy’s sounded in the air. “She wants you to be comfortable.” The wolf nodded slowly, a bob in the ropes. “Isn’t that adorable?”
“Ahh...so sorry. There is no such thing here.” The sex toy floated from the males to hang in the air in front of you at an obscene angle. In a sing-song, the horned one goaded, “You could always lick it, pet.”
You grimaced, flinching backwards. It was Jesse’s soft whine and the shivering shake in the ever tightening ropes that convinced you to at least try. Slowly you opened your mouth and licked the powder dry surface. Going to the tip, you thought about chocolate cake and pie and chocolate and anything that would me your mouth water. Slobbering, you tried to spit and drool all over the thing, concentrating on covering the whole thing.
There was a soft whine and a musical chuckle and you stopped to look up from your task. They were both watching you. The wolf’s eyes were wide and golden, mournfully watching you. The larger demon grinned wickedly, stroking the floppy ears.
“My goodness,” hissed the oni. “You must adore my little puppy to do all that!” He waved and the sloppy toy drifted away to one gray skinned hand. The ropes spun and groaned again as the wolf spun to reveal his ass again. “You should say thank you—when you can.”
You watched as the demon leaned the tip of the toy against the brown hole. He smeared your spit all over the pucker, pushing. The wolf shuddered again and jerked and you held your breath for the half second before the demon gave an almighty shove and the swollen purple tip disappeared inside.
Your head swum for a moment as the wolf was spun around to the side so that you could see the bobbing toy under his tail and his furry profile. Spittle dripped from the muzzle and dark tears dripped down from the corner of his golden eyes. The demon snapped and the leg closest to you lifted, showing the wolf’s hard cock.
The demon smiled wickedly at you, reaching to tug the leg further up before grabbing the purple silicone to waggle it. “See little pet? He loves my little games.” Another inch slid inside. “He just loves to play with us.”
Jesse looked at you with tears in his golden eyes. You looked horrified, your little hand covering your mouth and your eyes frightened and your scent confused and fearful. The toy stretched his hole, spreading it out. Unwilling fire flowed through his veins as the toy slid slowly inside. His cock was suddenly hard and throbbing as that knobby toy began pulsing and shivering. His rim stretched, the tips and knobs scraping every sensitive spot that made stars appear before his eyes. He let out a hoarse and muffled cry, a spurt of precum dripping out and dropping to the floor. The curse was still on his wretched cock though, the cold prickles tickling under his too sensitive skin.
He howled as the flush of pleasure ripped from his gut and jammed into his tingling cock. The toy was vibrating and pulsing wildly as it spread him wider and wider. He tried desperately to arch his back, but the ropes around his stomach and waist tightened to a strangling pressure. With a muffled howl, he thrust forward in a jerking movement. Despite the curse, he was still growing desperate for something, anything, to release the cum that was choked inside him.
The oni smiled in pleasure as his first pet began raggedly wriggling in pleasure. There was a small puddle underneath his head and his ears folded back plaintively as he let out another strangled howl. The toy was working its magic, thrusting in and out by itself and forcing the brown puckered hole to stretch as it scraped inside. He jerked the end, causing the toy to scrape that sweet and delicate spot as it thrust in and out.
And you were staring at it all with some look on your face that sent shivers of agony through the wolf every time that he looked at you.
“Are you feeling lonely, little one?” The demon smiled slyly, jerking the dildo again and feeling it jerk the hips underneath it. “Would you like to have some fun too?”
Your face surely must have shown something like revulsion because it prompted another high-pitched laugh. It was on the tip of your tongue to refuse, to look away and pray it was over quickly, right up until you saw the demon wave his fingers and the purple toy swelled, thick scarlet knobs of silicon appearing on it. Jesse jerked with his golden eyes wide and howled in agony, his hole puckering and rippling as the knobs rammed inside.
“Do not worry pet,” hissed the oni in his deep baritone. Damn—even his speaking voice had a pitch that screamed sex and lust and sin. He jerked the werewolf’s leg higher so that the ruddy and hard cock was almost at your nose. “You can see that he is enjoying it.” He freed up a ashy gray hand and brought it down to rub the hard cock, smearing another dribble of precum across the shaft. “Don’t you want to join us?”
With a wicked and fang filled smile he laughed. “You know, pet, I’ll tell you a secret.” He shushed quietly, the toy and his hand pumping furiously as the wolf struggled. “He can’t cum.”
“What?!” You gaped at them. “But—!”
The oni laughed, releasing the red cock as the wolf howled. His balls were ruddy and tight and he shuddered as the sibilant tail rolled across them. The wolf panted and heaved, his eyes glazed as he kept trying to find the pressure he needed. Standing up, the oni held the leg up, lewdly displaying the wolf’s desperation.
“Oh, pet, he can’t.” The demon smirked. “I won’t let him until you join us.” He drug his hand across the furry balls, making the wolf jerk wildly. “Which might be a bit...painful for him.”
You stared at them in shock. The demon cackled as he fisted the meaty cock, which made Jesse growl helplessly. A small spurt came out of his cock and encouraging the demon clench harder around the cock.
The demon dropped the furry leg and stood over him. The toy buzzed and throbbed as the ropes hissed and tightened. Hanzo cocked his horned head and licked his ruddy lips, his long tongue going around his fangs. Suddenly, he pulled down his silky clothes and exposed his huge ashy gray cock. Your eyes were glued to it as he stroked himself, the tip of his gray cock growing ruddy.
“Would you prefer to have this instead?” Hanzo cackled, his tongue lolling out lewdly. You pulled back at the huge, oversized cock. “I would be happy to show our little friend how to pleasure a pretty little thing, if you like.”
That monstrous prick had to be the width of...of a...of.... Fuck. You were terrified of that. The wolf howled and bucked as the demon glided around and the buzzing and thumping continued.
“N-n-no!” You swallowed heavily. “Please! I’ll....”
The demon gave you a lewd look. “How about I offer you a deal? You can get me off—and I’ll let him down.” He squeezed his huge balls, his cock bobbing up almost to his stomach. “Or...you can amuse me by getting him off.”
“I...I...! Please!” You babbled nervously, backing away as the oni stood at the end of the thick cushion. “I’m...not....” You glanced at the wolf nervously. “I’m not going to!”
The oni laughed, a deep sound that echoed in the room. “Oh you are going to do us both—eventually. But I do like seeing how you keep glancing at him, as if he could save you.” The oni knelt and lounged on the thick cushion. “It’s just adorable.”
“I don’t want this,” you whimpered as you curled up at the far end of the cushion. Nervously, you wrung your hands as you kept scooting away. Jesse looked at you, agony in his eyes and his whole body convulsing as his cock kept jerking wildly and the ropes dragging him closer to you. “Can’t you let him alone?”
“Oh, he’ll be fine,” the demon said reassuringly to you. “We can let him do that all night if we want. And he’ll be fine.” He reached out seductively to stroke a single finger down your shin, making you shiver. “Would you like to do something while we wait?”
The werewolf shivered again and let out a murderous sound. His teeth clacked and snapped against the muzzle and his eyes had a murderous glint as he kept shivering with his ass bucking against the toy. He tossed his head and strained, spit dripping from his tongue and tears in his eyes. Again he glanced at you, furiously trying to communicate something to you.
You crawled away from the demon and hesitantly approached the wolf. Jesse whined, sweat and tears dripping from him and he closed his eyes rather than look at you. He shuddered when you set a gentle hand on his shoulder.
“Would you like to rape my slut puppy?” the demon sing-songed. “I can turn him over for you.” The wolf snarled and snapped, cringing from you. He gave you an agonized look and shuddered again as he struggled to pull away. “And I promise that he will give you a good ride—or else.”
“Or else what?” you asked timidly.
The oni’s tail flicked and spanked the hairy wolf’s hip with a sharp sound. “Oh, I will give him a whipping.” The ashen face turned as he rolled to his back. “Unless you’d like to do it?” The wolf growled and shuddered, shaking his head. “That could be fun—you riding his cock as you whipped him.” He giggled sadistically. “I’d love to watch....”
You were shaking and stroking Jesse’s fur. The big wolf whined as the traces of your perfume filled his over sensitive nose and made his body ache more. Fuck if this was what the he wanted you to see—him strung up like a field dressed deer with his dick bobbing and his balls almost bursting in your face. He let out a hoarse cry as the tingles ran up from his dick to his spine. The wide-eyed, scared look on your face tore his heart in two and he knew he painted an obscene picture dangling in the air like that. But fucking hell if you didn’t stroke the fur on his side gently and let some small sound out that seemed to be gentle. His bruised pride reared up—he never wanted you to see him like this. He had dreamed of soft moonlight and a playful and respectful courtship that kept the ugly truth that Overwatch was created to hide away from you. Now, as you cooed to him softly and brushed the shaggy hair back from his face, those stupid daydreams seemed farther away than ever and he cursed that he hadn’t blown you off and kept running. When you hand timidly stroked down his side to his belly, Jesse snapped angrily, tossing his head and knocking your shoulder with the muzzle. You yelped angrily and backed away from him.
There was a deep, baritone laugh and you heard from behind you, “I do apologize for my unruly puppy.” There were another series of sharp slaps and the wolf yelped beside you as the demonic tail whipped around and spanked his flanks. “There you go.... He should behave himself now.”
“I...I want to help him,” you whined. Tears filled your eyes and you leaned against the brown fur. You heard the buzzing die down a bit and he jerked less as you stroked his furry side. “Please...don’t hurt him.”
The oni grinned at you slyly. “Well, since you ask so nicely....” He waggled his finger at you in playful scolding. “But don’t let him come too quickly or you’ll spoil him.”
Jesse howled, glaring at you with some kind of feeling that made his yellow eyes snap. You faltered, holding back from him as he glared. With shaking hands, you stroked his fur as he flinched. He growled and shook his head again.
Pulling backwards, you slid to the mat—the silvery chains trailing around you. The oni pouted and he spanked Jesse angrily with wicked flicks of his tail. “I see that I’m going to have to punish him.”
“No!” you shouted.
The oni shrugged. “Then you do it.” He shrugged again, idly reaching out to stroke your shin again. “Either way, he has to be punished.”
You shook your head again. “I’ll...I’ll get him off.”
“Oh good!” grinned the demon, playfully clapping his hands. “I’m so glad.”
You wiped the tears out of your eyes and stood up to go back up to the shuddering wolf. He was fighting in earnest, his every muscle tight and flinching as your hand stroked down his side. Every rope seemed wet with sweat as you traced them.
The gray skinned devil snapped and abruptly Jesse’s leg was cranked up again, wagging his cock to the oni. Jesse growled, shuddering as you dodged the shifting leg and ropes. Swallowing heavily, you knelt between his legs and stared at his aching cock. You glared at the demon who only shrugged and grinned at you.
“I do love a good show,” was all he said.
You growled at him, stroking Jesse’s cock. Suddenly he howled, jerking painfully away and you saw a red mark on the skin of his belly.
“Oh dear,” the oni simpered. “I forgot that he had a...slight allergy to the silver of your bracelets.” He pursed his lips in a fake kiss. “Silly me.”
You growled at him over your shoulder, trying to approach the shuddering werewolf again. He growled low in his throat and you whispered, “Jesse...baby. I want to help.”
He glared at you warily, his muscles still jumping. His eyes closed and he nodded sadly. Even when he was half lunatic with moonbeams and unholy lust, he knew better than anyone that the easiest way to get the demon to let go was to give him what he wanted. You slid close again, trying to figure out how you could get close enough to him without hurting him. “Baby....let me help.”
Standing, you went behind him. The oni giggled softly behind you, “Oh, isn’t that adorable? Do help him, darling pet.” You stroked his flanks, petting his tail gently. “Do help him.”
Gently you scratched his furry flanks—every dog likes that—and reached down to the lumpy toy. Jesse whined as you tugged it gently. He groaned and your arms were shaking with the buzzing and thumping as you wrapped your hands around the silicon.
The werewolf closed his eyes hopelessly. As you tried to gently pull it, the toy tugged at his rim, scraping his swollen and raw insides. That made his blood heat impossibly more, his whole system quaking. God, he needed to cum—he needed to cum so bad and you were caught in this shit and fuck if somehow his body wasn’t still eager to have you pleasure him. Even though he still felt the cold tingle in his hard cock, he could feel he harsh lust burning through him. Another tear of pre-cum dripped from his slit and hit the pitiless floor.
His knees ached as he bucked against your gentle touch. Lord, he didn’t deserve such gentle touches—not when he was the reason you were caught in this mess in the first place. You gripped the dildo and tugged hard, and he whined in the gag as his ass stretched to release it. He pulled forward as much as he could, eager to push it out as it kept lapping and stroking inside of him.
You pulled and tugged, and the red and purple shaft slid slickly out of him. His body shuddered with a gasp and sagged in the ropes. He shuddered to feel the emptiness and the residual shake as he was finally free of the buzz and shaking. His head swam dizzily and his cock ached, throbbing.
You moved in front of him, in front of that ridiculously raised leg and gently stroked his cock. Your fingers carefully stroked his shaft, gently coaxing him. He let out a soft groan, shaking to be handled so softly and gently. His fur stood on end as your fingers slid up and down, making the throbbing even worse. He flinched a little, feeling the first heat of the silver around your wrist brushing his fur, but you noticed immediately and moved slightly, giving him relief.
The, oh blessed sweet baby Jesus, your mouth came to his cock, suckling gently on the tip. He let out a quiet groan, praising you wordlessly as your warm mouth covered his tip. He thrust forward to try to get deeper, but he couldn’t, not balanced on one knee and with his other leg cocked up like that. You must have read his mind, though, because your mouth went further down the shaft. His tip scraped the roof of your mouth and it was like a tingly welcome that ripped through his body.
You kept going, sucking and stroking him. Your mouth went to cover his balls, marveling at how they were like tight fruits, full of his desperation. That made him shudder, another whine of praise on his lips. His blood flowed like lava and he cried out, crying out to try to come. It was a horrific prison, teased and stroked by your mouth and hands when he knew that there was no way that you could ease the torment.
The oni giggled. “He does love to be sucked.” Your mouth covered him as much as you were able, your lips stretching over the thick shaft. “Just like that, dearest one.”
You nodded slightly, briefly acknowledging the words, and tried to slide your mouth further. The clumsy angle made it hard, and you kept hitting the back of your throat and making you gag. But as much as he was groaning, as tight as his balls were, as hard as his shaft was—surely the wolf was close. You drove down onto shaft in a futile attempt to ease his agony.
Suddenly you were thrust backward and Jesse’s cock rammed down your throat. There was an agonized howl from the wolf and you opened your eyes to see that the oni had taken a place behind him. With a single, wicked thrust, he mounted Jesse and drove his own huge cock into the wolf’s aching ass. You pulled back a bit in surprise, unsure what to do next, but the oni only thrust forward and drove the cock in your mouth deeper.
Then the monstrous demon snapped his fingers and your mouth was flooded with hot, sticky cum. You choked, gasped and the cum kept flooding you. You jerked backward, another thick rope of white seed coating your face and dripping down your chest. There was another jerk and the demon growled a hoarse cry of his own, grinding in hilt deep into the werewolf’s ass. Slowly pulling back and purring deep in his chest and more sticky cum dripping between them.
“So good of you both, my pets,” he sighed. “So very good.”
The demon pulled back and tucked his limp cock back into his clothes. He grinned at the two of you as he straightened his clothes, whispering soft praises and approving sounds. You glanced at him and pulled away from Jesse, being as careful as you could to not let the thick collar or the heavy bracelets graze him.
You had no sooner managed to get out from under the wolf when the demon snapped again and the ropes let out a sizzling sound and released him. He collapsed on the ground with a heavy groan. You let out a gasp, crawling over to him and stroking his heavy fur.
With a wrench, he ripped off the muzzle and tossed it aside. The werewolf growled at you and then leapt at the oni. The large, demon vanished in a puff of inky smoke as the wolf grabbed him. Just as suddenly, a heavy collar wrapped around Jesse’s neck and and an equally heavy chain linked him to the wall.
You screamed as he swiped desperately at the shadows. But his hands only caught tendrils of smoke no matter how he clawed. Then, he wheeled around to you and your eyes closed and everything went black.