Kyle looked down at the naked young girl in front of him. The cold of the warehouse had the deer's nipples standing at attention. The expression on her face was one of pure surprise. That didn’t really shock the demonically powered canine, nor did the other sets of clothes. While rare, this wasn’t his first time being summoned. Although summoned was probably being too generous. A group of young girls had found some mostly bunk spell book at a library or some weird bookstore and decided to try it for laughs. Unfortunately for them the author got something right this time. Nothing major, but enough to put up a "Hey I’m here" signal to anyone supernatural within the town. "Alright I'm here. Do you have any idea what time it is?" Grumbled the canine "Whaddaya want?" The deer struggled to find her voice. After a good solid minute of stuttering and false starts she finally managed to get out "Are you the lust demon here to take our..." the deer paused and glanced at the place where her conspicuously absent companions should have been "my soul in exchange for eternal pleasure?" This caught Kyle a bit off guard and he upgraded his appraisal of the books source to ADULT book store. The canine shook his head. "No, I’m just a passing through demon powered bounty hunter. But with the supernatural racket you’re more likely to pull a skin walker or wendigo down on yourself than anything like that." "At least I'd be dead" the girl muttered, before getting louder "I don’t care. Whatever. Just kill me and fuck off back to wherever you came from then." Kyle took another reappraising look at the shivering teen in front of him. His mind said not to get involved, but his mouth said. "Fine. We can talk about it. But not here. Get dressed." The deer blinked at him, thoroughly confused. "You're clearly you've made up your mind about this, and since I know that around here anything else you get the attention of in a nowhere town like this is gonna be out right malicious, I cannot just walk out in good conscience can I. But I’m cold, and you're cold, and even empty warehouses tend to have somebody check on them occasionally. So, put on your clothes and let’s go. ----- Most of the walk back was filled with awkward silence. Eventually though the doe piped up with a question. "I don’t get it, why not just poof us back?" "Because teleportation is a monumental use of energy even by oneself, never mind dragging along another complex spirit to reassemble as well. So, we walk. It’s just up there". Kyle waved vaguely in the direction of a cheap motel. "Ew. I'm guessing whatever it is you do doesn’t pay too well?" Kyle readied to snap back, but it seemed a genuine question. "Soul bounty hunting. And it pays in things other than currency. But this is a choice, not a necessity." People leave you alone in these types of places. At something like the Ritz, they want to attend you every waking moment." As he spoke the last bit of the sentence a police cruiser rounded the corner ahead, and the doe dived behind a nearby dumpster. The cruiser pulled up beside Kyle on the curb and an officer stepped out. The officer was some species of bull that had crossbred with a brick shithouse. His shoulder seemed as wide as he was tall. Given that Kyle only came up to his pecs that was quite a bit. "Evening officer, what can I do for ya?" The canine tried to put on his friendliest demeanor so the officer had no reason to stay. "Evening. Mind if I ask you what’s got you out so late?" "Just trying to tire myself out before bed. I’m staying at the place up there" Kyle accompanies this with another wave at the one-star-if-we-are-being-generous motel. The officer looked him up and down. He didn’t look like a junkie or pusher, so eventually the officer asked "from out of town?" "Yes sir" This seemed to satisfy the bull. "Well I'd recommend getting back quickly. This neighborhood isn’t the best at night." And with that he turned to go, before turning back. "Incidentally, you didn’t see a teenage doe girl wandering, around did you?" "In fact, I did, did something happen" "I probably shouldn’t say, but she left a suicide note when she ran away from home. Where did you see her?" "Over by the green warehouses down that way" The officer was back in his cruiser on the radio so fast you'd think he had evaporated. Kyle gave him a wave and watched the cruiser recede from sight before starting back toward the motel again. After a minute the doe reappeared next to him. "Asshole!" "I coulda told him you were dumpster diving over there." I thought you were going to Nah, just fishin' for information. Suicide note huh? You really are serious about this. What were you gonna do if nobody had come? I don’t know. Probably jumped off the bay bridge or something. I’m not going back. By this point the duo had reached his rented room. The few people who saw them assumed it was just another late-night piece of ass and hoped that she wasn’t a screamer. ----- "Have you thought about how you want to die? I'm guessing from what you said earlier that you would prefer something that isn't just slit-throat, dump-body" "Oh, I don't know. I was gonna trade my life and soul away for sex. Figure might as well try to have fun with it." As the door clicked shut behind them she started moving to feel up the canine, but he brushed her aside for the moment, her words catching his attention. "Patience, we'll ger there. But if we're gonna do it then there are steps we need to follow. But first off, what did you mean by 'and soul'?" Well, like, suicide is a sin, right? So, I want you to take my soul for... whatever it is you do with them. Gotta be better than home or hell, right?" Kyle Shrugged "I guess you can look at it that way. The powers that be work very hard to prevent all knowledge of the afterlife, so I couldn't really say." The deer girl paled a bit "So God is real? Like, REAL real?" Shrugging again, the canine explained "Who knows, who cares. If God, as the monotheistic religions understand them, exists, they certainly don't intervene. Mostly it’s a buncha infighting assholes looking to acquire more power. Just like us mortals but spread across a vaster existence. And vaster Egos to match. Call ‘em angel, demons, spirits, gods, or what have you, but if there is some singular power with a plan leading the lot they certainly do a good job of hiding their presence. But the one thing they all agree on is to keep us 'lower beings' in the dark. Make it easier to control us and harvest souls I guess." The poor girl looked completely lost. Finding out how things really worked tended to have that effect on people in the rare event they actually believed you. "As for the other options, to my knowledge there are only two other choices. There's forcibly dissolving the soul so it no longer exists" from the grimace the girl gave, that option didn't appeal. That was fine by him. Destroying a soul took a large amount of time and effort. "Or a caster can bind it for a mana source." "Let’s do that one" ----- After talking for a bit more talking and a few preparations things were ready. "Remember, you have to mean what you say, and say what you mean. Just stick to what I told you and it'll be fine. You sure you want to do this. You could still go back or just run away." The deer girl shook a bit with nerves, but her eyes were set with determination. "They're too rich, too connected. They always find me, and then He makes my life hell all over again. I'm doing this." Kyle simply closed his eyes and began tracing symbols in the air, leaving behind faintly going trails of non-reality. "I Danielle Katherine Angels offer my life, body, and soul to the individual before me on in exchange for the binding of my soul that it may not leave this mortal plane under its own power." "I Kailel of the Blackened Paw, accept the terms of this pact upon condition of Pain" The doe boggled over at him and mouthed [i] condition of pain? [/i] [i] Just keep going [/i] he mouthed back. Each ten stuck their hand through a look in the glowing symbols, which closed around their wrist, as if shackling them together. Then the symbols proceeded to spread and course over each participants hand, drawing blood without wounding as it went. Eventually the glow faded into each party's flesh, without a trace except for a brief flash from the pentagram on the back of Kyle’s hand and a matching symbol appearing on Danielle’s before fading away. "so, what now” the deer was nearly breathless. "Well, given that we didn't set a time constraint, a shower and then back to sleep." "WHAT?" "You woke me up in the middle of the night" The canine shrugged. "You should get some sleep too. It's late and you've had an eventful couple of hours" ----- Kyle stepped into the bathroom, which he had hit (along with the rest of the motel) with some generic cleanliness magic of his own design upon checking in. Nothing fancy, but it removed the general dirt and grime from everything, as well as sanitizing all the fabrics and strongly discouraging insect and small mammals from entering the area. It didn't make the bathroom any less run down, but at least he wouldn't have to deal with his regenerative powers fighting off tetanus or the bubonic plague. Unceremoniously dumping his clothes on the floor, the canine started the water running to allow it to warm up. What was he going to do with this girl? He had impulsively made a pact with her, but pacts could be broken without penalty if both parties truly agreed to it. She may be unhappy at home and she seemed pretty serious about wanting to die, but she would probably back down once the reality of it settled on her. He just needed a plan. Unfortunately, long term plans were not a strength of his. As he ruminated the bathroom started to fill with steam from the now hot shower, the already peeling paint on the wall starting to peel just a little more. As he started to step into the shower, a draft suddenly winds its way through the bathroom, a once again naked deer stepping into the room. To lost in thought is the canine though, and he doesn't notice her presence at first, until she makes her way into the shower behind him. The teen attempts what she thinks is a sultry, seductive tone and says "you know, it doesn't need to be a stuffy formal affair. I want to have fun with it, I want you to have fun with it." The canine doesn't respond as she presses into his back, arm snaking around his waist. "I've thought about it a lot you know. Even before...." She trailed off for a second before picking up, sultry facade failing "It's a thing, ya know? People are fascinated with death, so naturally some would find it kinky." As she spoke, she wrapped a hand around the canine’s sheath, enjoying the feeling of its size and heft. The canine turned and pressed forward towards her, causing her to shrink back against the shower wall for a moment. A bit a drawl crept into his voice as he spoke of memory/ "I'm familiar. Saw plenty o' people touchin' themselves at the hangin's, even some up on the ropes." He saw her shudder and close her eyes, her free hand shamelessly finding her it way to her own private area. "But after a short bit they'd stop twitchin' All that would be there were their twisted-up faces, crying, pained turned an ugly shade o purple. There was almost always somebody's family in the crowd, crying over their kid, their sibling." As he spoke, the attention of her hand had brought his member from its sheath, and it pressed noticeably between them as he spoke. Rather than having the desired effect, the words seemed to excite her. Danielle was visibly flushed in the face and not even trying to hide the fact that she was rubbing herself. "Nobody will miss me, and to have one last dance in front of everyone OH” The deer spoke hurriedly as she climaxed. Breathing hard the deer slid down the wall in front of the canine, landing in a sitting position eye level with his erect member. Opening her eyes, she began to lick up and down his shaft "Is that what you are gonna do to me? You gonna hang me?" She got out between licks, then paused for a second "I think you should have some fun with my body. Maybe enjoy hurting me some." An involuntary throb went through the canine’s shaft as he pictured it. He didn't want to, but a part of him very much did desire it. She looked up, cheek rubbing against his shaft, and whispered "You're just like me. You like this stuff. Maybe you could fuck me senseless and snap my neck as we both cum. Hold me tight as you feel my body cool, cuddling me until you get nice and hard again." Kyle groaned, her words hitting their mark with uncanny accuracy. She was pushing all his buttons that he fought to keep to himself, and as he felt her begin to suckle on the tip of his dick he could likewise feel his resolve crumbling. He pictured all the things he fantasized about alone at night, the things he usually tried to deny to himself, and he couldn't help but begin to respond to her ministrations. Shutting off the water, slowly he began to buck his hips in response to her. In turn she began to take more and more of him into her mouth. Unable to help himself, he grabbed the sides of her head and started to pull her deeper and deeper on to his cock, knot banging against her nose with every thrust. Her hand fell once again to her own nethers as she surrendered herself to the rough facefucking. It wasn't long before he reached his limit, and pulling her as deeply as he could he pumped shot after shot of cum down her swallowing throat as she gagged and came again. The two showered properly after that the deer clinging affectionately to Kyle as he internally cursed. That had definitely not gone how it was supposed to. ----- As the two prepared for bed, the deer eventually broke the somewhat awkward silence. "So why were you talking like you remember people being hanged before. I mean, it was sexy but it seemed like you actually remember. But they don't hang people anymore." Well maybe not in this part of the world Kyle thought. "Because I remember. How old would you guess I am?" The canine smiled when her guess came in at the usual "I dunno 25, 30ish?" "Try around a hundred and fifty." The deer look over the only bed in the room and squinted at him. "You're lying" "I am not. I was born in what your kiddos like to call the cowboy days. Still a baby as far as immortals are concerned, but long enough to know a thing or three about life. Like that running away from your problems rarely solves 'em" Danielle Pointedly ignored that last bit, instead asking "Wait are you telling me you're immortal? That’s impossible everything dies" "Wellllll, You're not wrong. But some are much harder to kill than others. Yea somebody could probably figure out how to kill me if they really wanted to, but its gonna take more than knives and bullets. Same goes for old age. I'm not getting any older and things grow back." "Prove it" The canine looked indignant. "What? No." As they continued talking the canine had climbed into bed, staying as much to one side as he could. Now the enthusiastic deer climbed on top of the covers and moved in close to him so that he was in danger of being forced out. 'Apparently personal space just isn’t going to be a thing until this is over' thought the canine. "Come on please? Like, my number one top fantasy is getting to be killed over and over again!" " Do you have any idea how much it hurts to have your neck broken or get stabbed." That wasn’t actually the problem, he just didn’t want to do it because he was tired, but it was a good excuse. That comment sobered up the horny deer really quickly and she rolled away from him, moving to 'her side' of the bed. Sitting up, she brushed aside fur in various places over her form, revealing a shocking number of scars of different types. when she spoke, her voice was lowered with sadness. "Yeah. I do. But the resident doc always patched me up, good as new. It’s funny, you'd think given everything I like I'd feel different. But it's not the same. He's never fun, never asks, never cares. Nobody ever cares, not even the doctors. It's just a job to them put me back together so he can break me again." The canine started moving to comfort her, but she kept going. Adopting a sardonic smile, she said "It's even his fault I like being hurt. I started hurting myself because it hurt less than when he did it. Eventually it became a comfort. Once he started raping me it all got so mixed up. Anything felt good compared to him. Course, when he discovered what I was doing it just made him hurt me even more." She chuckled darkly "He messed me up so much I hurt myself for pleasure even when he's away. Sometime I don't even know if I want to get away or if I just want to die. Not like there's a difference anymore." The canine sat up on the bed as well, reaching over to rub her head in an attempt to comfort her. The canine tried to find words of comfort for her, but none came. What could one even say to that. So instead he just sat there, petting her for what solace it could provide. Eventually the pair falls asleep, deer cuddled to the canine not as a lover like she wanted earlier, but as a comfort seeker. ----- As the sun rose the next morning, nothing happened. As checkout time for the motel neared, Kyle rolled over in bed and clicked on the tv to the morning news. the lump beside him said "mrgfrghlbh" said and pulled the covers up to ward off the intrusion. Kyle set about his morning routine, making some tea in the motel coffeepot, which had been magically cleaned just like the rest of the room. He often wondered what people thought of it when he left the roach motel rooms in significantly better shape than they had started. "Oh, hey we made the news" Danielle said from behind him, causing the canine to turn. She was right. There was her picture, along with a composite sketch of himself. "Officers are looking to speak further with this individual who was seen in the area and may have directed officers to their first sighting in this case. Additionally, we are happy to report that the other teens who went missing with Danielle have been returned safely home. While one family declined to comment, the other did share that their daughter describes witnessing a monster take Danielle. Danielle's family continues to plead for her to come home safely. In other news..." The last comment elicited a snort from Danielle. "Yeah sure, safe return so he can have his favorite rape toy. Maybe he'll even get me pregnant again..." she said trailing off, eyes tearing up. Instinctively the canine slowly moved to hug her. She buried her face into his shoulder and cried for long enough that the tea had finish brewing by the time she lifted her head. "He killed my baby you know? That’s why I finally left. I can't go back there." "You don't have to" Between last night's revelation and this morning's outburst he knew there was little chance she would genuinely change her mind. And he didn't really blame her. So that changed the plans a bit for the canine. Now he genuinely started to consider how to best do this. "I feel like something changed since yesterday. It’s that contract thingy isnt it! "Probably" "You weren't going do it, were you?" "I was gonna try to talk you out of it" "But you’re gonna do it now?" "Yes" The deer smacked him right across the face. Then before he could get out a word of protest she wrapped him in a tight hug and kissed him on the cheek. "So, what’s the plan." "Well first we need to leave before we incur the late checkout fee." ----- The silver 4 door sedan rolled down the highway, headed inland. Neither of its occupants had much inspiration for where they were headed, so a dice roll had been used to pick their starting direction. Now they were cruising along, mountain side forests providing pretty good scenery for accompaniment. Danielle found herself fidgety. "I never realized I was so addicted to my phone. Obvs I couldn't take it when I left, but I'm so bored" "I hear ya." Kyle empathized, swerving to avoid a small mammal that had darted into the road. "Normally I'd try to keep a few books in the car for when I get bored, but I just got this. Some asshole cop shot me and torched my last one." Tilting his head to one side he added "Still, at least this one runs on its own." "You got killed by a cop? What'd you do?" Danielle asked, clearly taken aback. "Speeding" "Jeeze, how fast were you going?" Danielle exclaimed, causing both of them to giggle "Nah, he was just racist against wizards" Danielle laughed again "That’s not a thing" "It very much is" A couple dozen miles later, returning from staring out the window lost in thought, she asked "Are people really racist against wizards?" Pausing for a moment before answering, the canine responded "People are bigoted against things that are different or that they don’t understand. Like when I was just starting my magic and they saw me, the sheriff rounded up a posse and they came and grabbed me. Tied me up, hung me from the tall tree just outside of town." Danielle leaned forward, the canine clearly having caught her attention. "What was that like?" "I shoulda seen that coming. Well obviously, it’s a big pain in the neck, and your chest feels like it’s on fire. All your muscles are straining to drag in some air. Your head starts to pound and slowly everything feels heavier, and farther away until you're completely passed out. They if you're me you wake back up and start thrashing around all over again." The canine glanced over at Danielle who had a hand down her pants. He cocked an eyebrow at her, and she rapidly pulled he hand away completely red in the face. Then she seemed to consider it for a bit before, still red in the face, she undid her pants and wiggled them down the car seat to her ankles. Completely openly playing with herself she whispered "keep going." Kyle blushed pretty hard as well. The hotel was one thing, this was different. Trying to keep his eyes on the road despite the distracting display beside him, he continued "Well, like I said before. I was going in and out. I'd slowly strangle to death hanging up there, feeling for all the world like the world’s most miserable pinata. Then I'd eventually pass out, the only peace I was getting, only to wake up with an already crushed windpipe and starting to asphyxiate all over again. Every time. The last few times they saw me still twitchin around up there after I shoulda been long gone. So, the sheriff went and grabbed his shotgun and blasted me to bits. It was... intense. I guess I wouldn't really say it hurt. I mean, obviously it did. But I was so far away already because of the strangling. It was just... a lot of sensation." By this point the car absolutely reeked of sex from the openly masturbating deer, he lusty moans filling the car as he spoke. As she reached her climax he wrapped up the story "Fortunately that did the trick. Regenerating from being blasted apart took a lot longer, and had the added benefit of getting me down from that rope. I snuck back into town that night, grabbed what was left of my stuff, and headed out into the desert. Apparently, there’s still local ghost stories about me." ----- After a day of driving, they pulled the car over to a deserted mountainside lookout to watch the sunset. It was a perfect evening, a warm breeze blowing its way up the side of the mountain, swirling playfully amongst the leaves. Neither spoke, just absorbing the moment together. Eventually, the sun sank down below the horizon, leaving a warm darkness. A bit further down the road, Kyle found a good place for them to pull off and camp for the night. Leaving the car parked on the side of the road, he pulled some camping gear from the trunk and made short work of setting up a small tent with sleeping bag. He spread the bag out on the floor of the tent so it made a cushioned surface and motioned Danielle inside. "We're gonna have to share. Sorry about that." They both climbed in. "No worries, I've endured worse." She winked at him “Besides, it’s nice being close to you." The small size of the tent meant that there was not enough room for either to move freely much, so the two of them were pressed pretty close together. Then Danielle started to wriggle and writhe out of her clothes, giving Kyle an impromptu combination strip tease and lap dance that certainly got a rise out of him. Wriggling out of her pants left her (somewhat intentionally) straddling the canine. He grinned at her and reached up to start playing with her exposed breasts. The act of reciprocation caught her a little off guard at first as he hadn't really met her attentions until now, but soon she was leaning into it, loving the warm attention. For a while they continued like that, her squirming at his touch turning into even more of an impromptu lap dance. Soon, Kyle's member strained painfully against his pants, so abandoning his play with the doe's breasts he grabbed her by the hips, and with a combination twist and pull left her laying on top of him in the 69 position. Seeing the straining bulge in his pants, the Danielle didn't need any further prompting. Scrambling at his pants, soon she was once again face to face with his cock. Meanwhile, for his part Kyle began to ply his broad canine tongue to her nethers, working her over good. For her part, she lunged down the canine’s member like she was afraid it was going to escape. swallowing the whole thing, she came up gagging and coughing. She was finding the canines attentions overwhelming, not used to receiving any reciprocation. "easy there, no need to hurt yourself, we're not in any rush" Kyle told her. She turned back to look at him "And there's no reason for you to be gentle. Or have you forgotten that you're supposed to kill me at some point" she said before forcing herself back down on his cock like she was trying (and somewhat succeeding) to suffocate herself. Kyle chuckled. "I suppose you're right, but I have an idea. I told you I was immortal right, I can recover from pretty much anything. So why don't you be as rough on me as you want as well. Do whatever you want" She paused "You sure. I don't wanna hurt you if you don't like it." Reaching down to retrieve a pocket knife from his pants he said "You don't live so long without picking up some weird acquired tastes. Besides, as with you, context matters a lot." Her eyes watched wide open as he opened the blade. "Getting stabbed in the middle of a fight isn't the same as having a knife slowly inserted between your ribs by a lover" As he said the last bit he slowly traced the knife along her ribs giving her goose bumps, before flipping it around and handing it to her handle first. He could almost see her nerves shaking, heart and mind racing. After all, being told by someone that it was basically ok to kill them was a lot for a teen to take in. Deciding to distract her, he instead brought his legs up behind her head and slammed her down on his cock, not letting her up as she choked and instinctively flailed, waiting instead for her to show signs needing air. While he had her down he bumped and ground against her face, fucking it but not enough for her to sneak a breath in. When he eventually let her up, she had to take a moment, breathing heavily as her system tried to get enough oxygen back into it. Rolling herself around so that the two were face to face, her still laying on top of him. she breathlessly panted "That was so fucking hot" before kissing him. This time it was not a kiss of thanks, but a full-on lustful kiss, tongues intertwining, and the masochistic pair biting at each other. Breaking the kiss, she took the knife and traced it down his side, lust driving her on but still afraid to put and force behind it, leaving little beads of blood that healed over instantly but little else. When she reached his abdomen, Kyle put his hand over hers guiding the knife over his belly and slowly pushing on her to push. With a pop, the point of the knife pierced his skin causing the canine to his. But he did not let up on her hand. As the knife sank deeper, the pain numbed and with it came and alien sort of feeling of the knife present and moving inside him. Focusing on that, he did not let up the pressure, guiding her to drive the blade deeper until he felt her start to move on her own. Moving his hand away, he reached down the grab her butt, pulling her hips forward so that her labia way sitting on his member. Guiding her to slide back and forth slowly along the shaft of his penis. He let out a gasp as the doe drew the knife back out. Danielle gave the bloody blade an experimental lick, then stuck her tongue out in disgust "Gross, why do they always do that in movies?" Continuing to rub along Kyles shaft, the doe touched the knife wound. It wasn't bleeding as much as it should have been, and looking closely she saw that it was actually starting to slowly close. "Woah. Cool. You really do heal." Sitting back up, the doe lowered herself onto the canine’s member, driving it deep into the hot embrace of her vagina. Kyle groaned, both from the small wound and from finally entering after all that teasing. Facing the canine, the doe started to ride him earnest, desperately turned on from everything. Grabbing her waist, Kyle began thrusting up into her, the wound on his abdomen almost completely closed. As the doe became more and more excited she found herself desperate for more. With a sudden movement, the deer stabbed the knife into the canine’s side again, this time pulling the knife a bit to open a good 8-inch slash toward the canine’s belly With a wet cough Kyle encouraged the doe to explore "Now you're getting to the spirit of things. Bet you never thought you'd get to cut someone up" Grabbing roughly at her bottom he hammered away at her, the mix of pleasure and pain forming an overwhelming cocktail. Setting the knife down, the doe surprised him, taking her hand and slowly slipping it into the wound, slowly feeling him inside. She took her time feeling the new slipper textures of his organs, snaking he hand in and around them. She could feel the rapid, excited pace of his heart as she penetrated deeper. Slowing his pace considerably, the canine looks as though he was going to speak, but having this additional volume in his body made it impossible. Instead grabbing the knife, he quickly widened the incision across the rest of his belly, leaving him fully gutted. Then grabbing her by the arm, he guided her hand towards the center of his chest. She could feel his heart beat all along her arm, rapid and becoming a little erratic. It wasn't long before her finger tips brushed the beating lump of muscle itself. She gasped. Letting his arms fall away, a slowly weakening Kyle refocused his efforts of thrusting upward into his lover/killer. Before long though that slowed as well, difficulty breathing as well as the massive ongoing traumatic wound robbing him of strength. Cradling the organ, feeling its every beat through her fingers, the doe began to really ride him in earnest, each excited bounce threatening to bury his knot into her depths. It wasn't long before both parties were incredibly close. As she came, she gripped his heart, completely interfering with its ability to beat and effectively stopping it. As he blacked out and died, Kyle unloaded a massive torrent of cum into the teen. Then everything was still ----- The rising of the sun the next morning woke the canine. He had healed not too long after they had finished, minus the doe's hand still buried in his chest. Clearly the event had taken it out of her though, because she hadn't even stirred and he gently removed the appendage from his torso. A quick drop of magic infused blood to get the rest rapidly evaporated out of both their fur and the sleeping bag, and he had turned in for the night as well. Now she slept soundly, clinging tightly to him like a teddy bear. Looking over at her, Kyle found himself thinking that he was going to miss after he killed her. That thought led onto a few others, and eventually a plan and a destination in mind. ----- A few days later the pair pulled up outside the library in a town far enough away the missing person probably wasn't running on the local news. "Not that I'm not enjoying traveling with you and having fucked up sex, but when are you gonna kill me?" "Not too much longer. I gotta do some soul binding research first." "You mean you don't know how to do it?" "I can rip a soul from a body and use it for spell power sure, but I like you too much for that now. And I'm not that much up on the intricacies of soul stealing, cause other than collecting bounties I don’t have too much to do with it. But I wanna try something different here." Kyle explained as they walked in. Checking into the library catalogue the canine found what he was looking for. Most libraries had more than a few magic books in their collection. The main trick was telling the real from the fictional. Grabbing a small tome surrounded by new age yoga books, the two moved to the back of the library. Since it was the middle of the week there weren't too many people, so study progressed quickly, only hindered by one under the desk blowjob. Soon Kyle had all the information he required, and after another half hour of notebook scribbling he had worked out the ritual he needed. ----- It was a nice, isolated community campground that Kyle had spotted on their way in. The weather out was perfect, and it was just starting to cool off for the evening. As they piled out of the car, Kyle took his pocket knife, and cut at his arm, magically infusing the blood to set up some attention diverting wards so they would not be disturbed. As Kyle busied himself setting up a magic circle using a combination of arcane and blood magics, Danielle tried to take everything in. After all, this was her last chance. Thinking about it, she was honestly surprised they had made it this far, amber alerts and police searches not able to keep up with her rescuer. But still, even if she no longer needed this, she NEEDED it. Spending the week with the immortal canine had done nothing but reinforce the kinky part of the desire, and she knew she could never let it go. Seeing no need for modesty now, she stripped herself completely naked, letting her clothes fall to the ground near the car. Her immortal companion was also naked, a sight well familiar to her now. He had said something about this ritual being sensitive, so she just watched him work, breeze ruffling his fur every now and then. Eventually, everything was ready. A shimmering magic circle lay just above the pile of blankets that had been arranged in the center of the clearing, it's magical circuitry seeming to fold in on itself in impossible ways that made the eyes swim. The canine walked over to where she sat on the hood of the car "It's all set" "So, what do we do now?" Shrugging like usual, the canine replied "Whatever you want, as long as I kill you in that circle. So how about it, how do you want to go?" As the canine sat down next to her, she thought out loud. "Oh, I don't know. There’re so many things I want to try but we only get to do this once. It’s too bad I can't be immortal like you." Before the canine could open his mouth she added "I know, I know, beyond you power and too high a price for me." "Well, what are some of the things you wanted to try. Is there any sort of common thread between them" The canine rubbed her leg as they spoke, bringing the horniest part of her mind forward. "Well... like I fantasized about being turned into a living pillow, you know arms and legs removed. But like the guy would use them to jerk off when he took them. Or having my heart pulled out and used as a flesh light. Maybe fucking my head or my brain." Kyle chuckled "Sounds like what you want is to be torn apart while being used as a sex toy. I think I can work with that” The canine traced a quick sigil in the air, one that almost seemed reflexive for how quick and smooth it was, and then booped her nose. Instantly she felt something wash over her. "What was that?" "Just a generic painkiller spell. Dulls pain but heightens senses. Useful as hell if you spend your life getting into fights with people who can throw fire or make it rain knives." The spell had its limits though, and he hoped it would be enough for her to completely enjoy what was happening without losing out on the masochistic aspect. "So how about this" the canine whispered her a plan, and by the end of the short description the openly lewd doe was blushing so hard it felt like her ears were burning. She enthusiastically nodded yes. ----- Kissing intimately, the naked pair walked over to the pile of blankets, settling into them in a comfortable position, neither holding back at all with the touching or kissing. Soon, Kyle began to escalate thing, biting the doe's shoulder, canine fangs sinking into the meat and drawing blood. The doe's eyes fluttered as she felt the sensation, pain present but not overwhelming the way it should have been. She renewed her rubbing allover his body as he continued to bite her again and again, trailing her side, over her thigh before reaching her pussy. The canine spread his muzzle, tongue playing over her folds as his teeth sank into the tender flesh of her pelvis. The canine tasted her sweetness as she came, masochistic side leaving her unable to do much more than claw at his head fur. The canine dragged his teeth on her as he pulled back, sitting up and looking down at her. As she looked up at him, his throbbing member filled her entire world. Barely remembering what they had talked about in her haze of pleasure, she rolled over in the blanket pile, skin tingling where it passed through the shimmer of the magic circle. Rising to her knees, she felt the canine teasing her entrance with the pointed tip of his member. Whining at his teasing, she looked back at him and gasped. In his hand was a knife. Not the small pocket knife that they had been using, but a wicked blade of obsidian that seemed to somehow glow with internal fire. Grinning at her, the canine traced the tip of that infernal blade across her cheeks, not requiring any force to draw a thin link of blood wherever it touched, the cuts feeling like they were burning. The deer shuddered, thinking of what that blade could do to her. Seeing how wet his lover was, the canine pushed forward spearing his member into her hot depths and settling into a slow sensual pace of thrusting. As he fucked her, the canine continued to slowly play the knife across her body, tracing meaningless patterns on her back, across her sides, and drawing a line right across her belly. The all the attention was so overpowering for the deer, desires reaching fruition in the most wonderful way possible. She wanted to prolong it for as long as she could, but the does couldn't fight against her growing climax, and she soon found herself convulsing around the canine’s member as she already came for a second time. As she came, the canine quickly made two rapid cuts with the unnaturally sharp knife, first pulling it across her belly and then pulling it from her pelvis straight up to just under her sternum. It wasn't long before the doe's guts all started to slide and drop out the incision, falling to the blankets with wet plops. The effect on the doe was immediate, and Kyle found himself holding most of her weight with his black arm across her chest, pulling her close and roughly pushing against her so that his knot stretched her wide enough to pop inside, the resulting moan from the doe turned into a bloody cough, and the canine moved rapidly, letting the knife drop and reaching inside of his lover. Finding what he was looking for, he grabbed her vagina and uterus, roughly using them to jerk off as the doe under him gave the closest approximation she could to squeals of pleasure. She was being used for the pleasure of a lover, giving everything to somebody who actually cared about her. Using her organ as a sex toy, Kyle roughly forced his way fully into it, vagina wrapped around his bulbous knot as his shaft battered it way through her cervix. Rapidly fucking himself with her, it wasn't long before the canine unloaded a massive load directly into the does womb, the stretched, ripped,0 and torn organ leaking blood and cum everywhere. Not wasting any time, the canine ripped his still hard knot out of the rapidly fading doe. He had one more thing to do before she completely passed. Flipping her over, he laid he on her back, the majority of her guts lying beside her on the blanket, her abdomen mostly empty. Trailing blood as he went the canine moved so that he was straddled over he bosoms, knife reappearing in his hand and cock poking her in the nose. Weakly, but with the brightest smile, she licked at his member covered in her life. Reaching down, the canine hesitated a moment, then steeling himself and looking in her in the eyes he cut her throat with one clean motion. Blood began to pour from the wound as quickly as her heart could pump it, and gurgling noises came from her neck. The canine had been careful not to sever her spine so she could feel everything, and boy did she feel everything. She had never been more hyper aware of her surroundings. She felt every little tug of flesh; every muscle stretches and the canine tiled her head back and slowly forced his cock up her throat in the wrong direction. It wasn’t long until he had pushed all the way into her mouth and she could taste him in the back of her mouth, along with a large amount of blood. Once again starting to fuck her, this time the canine did not start slowly, but instead immediately launched into a rough assault, her brains rattling as the point of his member slammed into the roof of her mouth over and over. At this point she had lost count of just how many times she had climaxed. She was lost in pure and utter bliss of the mixed pain and pleasure. She was starting to fade, but then it happened. She heard, or more rather felt, a crunch from deep inside her skull, and then her world exploded in a bizarre mix of impossible sensations. As the canine’s member stirred up everything that made her, pumping cum all over her gray matter, she faded out in a haze of bliss. ----- And then she woke up. She hadn't really expected that part. But there she was, in the little community camping area, blood and gore-soaked blankets beneath her. a foot or two away Kyle messily and noisily finished cumming her brains out. Fascinated by the third person perspective, she watched him as he fell back, opposite her corpse. Panting heavily the canine sat back. Then he looked over to the center of the magic circle and waved at her with a massive grin. Trying to walk over to him, Danielle quickly discovered her lack of legs. Or arms, or anything for that matter. While Kyle rested on a (relatively) clean part of the blankets using one to wipe his member clean and remove the worst spots, Danielle experimented and bit and eventually figured out how to float around. Moving over to him, she also discovered that she had no problem at all speaking despite not speaking. [i] That was amazing [/i] Still breathing heavily, all Kyle could manage was "Yeah" She could hear the smile in his voice though. [i] I thought I was just gonna disappear [/i] Finally catching his breath Kyle responded "I told you, I like you too much for that. I couldn't just use you as spell fuel, your soul just another drop in my mana pool" "Now what?" Looking at the corpse, Kyle was struck with an inspiration. ----- Back in the motel where they had first struck the deal, Kyle and Danielle's soul sprite sat watching the TV as her abusive Father shown being led away in handcuffs. And the charges would definitely stick, a long drawn out process of magically replacing every sign of himself with signs of her father made sure of it. A quick tip to the police about her father’s secret sex torture chambers where he had teleported the corpse and everything had lined up. It was a national scandal. Sex, violence, and taboo, the news absolutely ate it up. Kyle was pooped, between multiple teleportations, magical alterations, and just general effort, he had had a hard day few days of work. But it was worth it. As he fell asleep, Danielle's sprite blinking out, he resolved that he definitely needed to learn a more about soul magic.