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A big thanks to one of my favourite comms, have a nice read ;3
", "writing": "Loona felt uneasy, her canine senses were on high alert, as if she feared that something catastrophic might happen at any moment. She was in a foreign place after all, all around her were only demons and wandering souls getting intoxicated by a whirlwind of continuous dissolution. Sex, alcohol, drugs and music assaulted her senses from every angle, for a brief moment she wished she had stayed home with Blitzo. But it was an extremely volatile thought, which immediately disappeared from her mind as soon as she saw out of the corner of her eye the big, handsome hellhound Vortex. He was standing beside the drinks table, Loona approached him, intimidated by his size and his aura of continuous fascination. Eventually she didn't know how but they found themselves talking rather briskly. And everything was going smoothly, Loona felt lighter than before, her words, although she blushed constantly and often stammered, came out rather quietly. In short, everything was going well, until Vortex revealed to her that he was engaged to the owner of the house, none other than Beelzebub.\n“Ah...” The girl was breathless, her heart did not cease to beat overwhelmingly inside her chest. She longed for air, longed to get away at that exact moment.\nAnd she made to turn around, but Vortex laid a hand on her shoulder and stopped her. “Are you leaving already? Don't you want a drink?”\nLoona turned and looked into his face. Oh, he is so handsome, she thought. She stared into his sharp eyes that seemed to be devouring her. “Um...yes...” If Blitzo had been there, she thought, none of this would have happened. But she did not know that the little dick demon would never come that night.\nSo she began to drink, while Beelzebub enchanted the crowd with stratospheric dancing and singing. She flew from one side of the room to the other, filling the ballroom with lights and her own, irrevocably raising the bar of entertainment. The party was experiencing a new climax of intensity. The mugs lifted, champagne spilled onto the floor even more than into the glasses, almost everyone was now subject to the powerful fumes of alcohol.\nOnly Vortex, Loona noticed, appeared extremely sober, although he had already had several glasses since she had shown up at the party. “How do you do it?” She asked him, and meanwhile her head was already spinning. Words now came out softly, almost unprocessed, she was thinking and not thinking, just talking effortlessly. And her body projected toward him without her being able to command it, it was as if drawn by an invisible magnetism. Everything about his statuesque physique, his male scent, attracted her.\n“How do I do what?” He asked, uncovering sharp white canines. Meanwhile, he had rested one hand on the counter, his lifted T-shirt revealing a protrusion of his pelvis. Loona's eyes fell on that arousing detail; she swallowed heavily but did not feel embarrassed. She approached him and ran a finger over his chest, as if to ascertain his presence.\n“How do you drink so much and stay sober? Do you have any secrets?” She snickered, almost falling forward. He grabbed her by the torso and girded her hip for support.\n“I certainly hold it better than you!” He exclaimed, also laughing.\nLoona felt the contact of his powerful hands on her abdomen, felt protected and dominated for those seconds, and a sudden heat exploded in her private parts. “Oh, excuse me...” She felt her temples. “I need to drink more, my mouth is dry...” And it was true.\n“Maybe you shouldn't, you don't seem so clear-headed. Do you want me to drive you home?”\n“No no, I'm fine, I'm fine...trust me...”\nAt that same instant Beelzebub proclaimed another toast, Loona took the opportunity to gobble down another glass of Champagne.\nVortex looked at her sideways and laughed.\n“What are you laughing at?” She asked him.\n“You look pretty when drunk.”\n“Only when I'm drunk?” Loona put her hand on his chest again, this time descending to his abdomen. There he felt the relief of hard abs, so many plates of pure muscle.\n“Maybe.” He replied.\n“You hounds all have this great body?”\n“And do you always have this much desire to touch engaged guys?”\n“Oh, well, not always actually. But you-you're different...” Loona lay on top of him, rested her cheek on his pecs and inhaled his scent. “I like you, Vortex...take me somewhere...come on...” Her pale hand descended to his groin. “Come on...” She looked up at him, lifting her head, bit her lips, her eyes moistened.\nVortex let her, but then shook his head. “I don't think it's a good idea...” He said.\n“Come on! I know you feel like it too...I can feel it...” Loona ran her hand over the hound's genitals, felt his hard, hot cock swelling under his pants. It was huge, no matter how much her palm moved, she could not locate the end of it. “Come on ... just a little ... a few minutes, your girlfriend will never know ...”\n“Loona, I told you no...” Then suddenly Vortex pushed her away and looked straight ahead. “Loona.” He said.\nBeelzebub came swaying, walked with style, proud of herself and her charm, exuding light and energy, she was a sight for the eyes and soul. Close to her, it was like feeling a mild electric shock pass under her skin. She approached the hound and kissed him, their tongues intertwined, exchanging large doses of saliva. All this took place in front of Loona's eyes, who was crawling on the floor staring at them without looking away.\n“And who are you?” Beelzebub asked, looking at her intently. Her gaze was hypnotic.\n“A friend.” Vortex replied without flinching.\n“Uh...a friend huh? I can hear her heartbeat since she came in. It speeds up when she looks at you.”\n“Oh well I had nothing to do with it.”\nLoona was completely drunk, got up and threw herself back to Vortex. She hugged him and held him tightly, cried on him. “Please Vortex, fuck me...I need it, I've had a shitty day...please...”\nBeelzebub raised her eyebrows, rather dumbfounded. “The little bitch is desperate.” That was her only comment, and she snickered.\n“I've been trying for minutes to tell her I don't want to, but she won't listen.” Said Vortex, raising his hands in the air, as if professing innocence.\n“Your charm, darling, makes conquests.” Beelzebub approached the girl, looked at her face inquiringly. “Is something wrong with your ears, honey?” She asked her, her voice, though rather low, resonated despite the loud music playing in the background. It was as if she was deciding how much and how her voice should be heard by those present.\n“No.” Loona replied dryly. Continuing to rub herself against Vortex's body, she encircled his leg with her own. She was pathetically horny; at that moment she would have done anything.\n“What do you think, Vortex? Do you think there's something wrong with her ear?\"\nHe guessed immediately and smiled. “Do you want me to check it out?”\n“Oh I really think you'd do well...I sense she has some problem with her eardrums...but let's give it one last try, just to make sure.”\nBeelzebub cleared her throat, as if she really needed it. “Vortex doesn't like little bitches like you. This huge-dicked hound is my boyfriend, understand?”\nBut again Loona seemed totally disinterested. Her cheeks were dyed red from drunkenness, an occasional faint sob escaping her lips.\n“Um, it sure sounds like she's having a little trouble with her eardrums.” Beelzebub began to tap her chin. “Honey, give her a little checkup!”\n“Oh gladly... Loona, kneel down.”\n“What?” The girl felt her head spinning, everything was foggy. “Why?”\n“Loona, I said, kneel down.” Vortex was firm.\nThen Loona did as requested, got on her knees and placed her hands on her thighs, as if waiting for something. Then Vortex positioned himself on her side, Beelzebub laughing under her breath, sipping the occasional drop of champagne.\nStill none of the guests had turned to look at them, they were mostly mesmerized by the frenetic flow of the party.\nSo the hellhound took off his belt, unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them. As they fell down almost by themselves, they revealed two muscular thighs covered in thick, dark hair, from beneath which the fibers of the quadriceps emerged. But even more shocking, a phallus emerged that was nothing short of majestic. It was black, almost as wide as Loona's neck, and as long as one of her arms. The foreskin was absent, so that the pinkish glans, crowned with purple and covered with scarlet capillaries, could be admired without any veil. The fleshy, dense shaft pulsed as far as the eye could see, was studded with wide, blood-filled veins in constant recirculation, and extended from the groin in an almost perfectly horizontal line. Only at the end did the hound's portentous dark beam bend to one side, yet always maintaining an admirable elegance.\nWith its own magnificence, Vortex's cock brought with it a musky, manly trail that immediately projected into the girl's nostrils. Loona had no time to turn around; she saw only that monstrous basilisk of flesh sway from side to side out of the corner of her eye, then Vortex's mighty fingers tightened around her head, pinning her there with ease.\n“Stay still, Loona, these are very delicate operations!” The hound stretched his pelvis forward, his cock vibrated and moved from right to left before settling on the edge of the girl's temple. With proper calibration, the glans rubbed against her ear, at the edge of the inner cavity. “And now, a good thrust!”\nWith a firm jerk of the hips, the cock projected forward, the glans choking at the entrance to the ear tunnel, as the latter proved to be far too narrow. But with some effort, he managed to penetrate, dilating the small inner walls. Vortex sent out a long moan, while Loona, who was initially on the verge of screaming in pain, suddenly zeroed in and stood staring into the void with vacant, distant eyes. Her jaw dropped downward, her tongue emerged a little from under the arch of her upper teeth, a trickle of saliva began to drip from her lips. A sharp, excruciating sound had exploded in her ear for a brief moment, then nothing more; she was as if plunged into an insubstantial, metaphysical limbo. And while she was experiencing this, Vortex was enjoying the pleasures of penetration. He pushed harder and harder, sinking into the sensuous maiden's skull, drilling her head from side to side, his cock moving nimbly through that narrow gap, parting the perimeter to gain access. Suddenly the flesh basilisk encountered an obstacle, then Vortex backed up, pulled out part of his spear. The cock re-emerged dripping with a whitish juice, the shaft was harder than ever, so hard it gave the idea that it could pierce a marble wall.\nBeelzebub seemed to be enjoying it enormously. Kneeling in front of Loona, she passed a hand in front of her eyes. “Are you there, sweetheart? Can you hear me now? Um?”\nBut Loona produced only a strange untranslatable verse. She was simply no longer able to think clearly; the entry of that foreign guest into her skull, coupled with the dissolving condition due to the alcohol, had robbed her of the ability to think.\nBeelzebub grimaced. “It sure looks like she hasn't improved...”\nVortex did not answer her; he had begun to hammer the poor girl's skull suddenly. The thud of his blows was clear and rhythmic, the cock proceeding sped along in that chasm tailor-made by his lacerating comings and goings.\nBeelzebub reached the other end of Loona's head, meanwhile the girl was beginning to show the first effects of the ongoing violence. Strands of warm burgundy-colored blood squirted from her hammered ear, some of which ended up permeating the hellhound's phallus. Acting as the perfect lubricant, the slimy liquid dyed the cock red and settled around its surface, like a second skin. With it, penetration reached a new level.\nThe hound girl meanwhile tapped against the other ear, but even this time Loona gave no visible signs of consciousness, except for a few moans and a slight tilt of her head in his direction. Then Beelzebub had a grand idea. She paused for a moment, as if to reflect, then acted after her lips had distorted into a malevolent smirk. She beckoned a Husky there intent on watching to approach, and with a single snap of her fingers, the newcomer set to work as if orders had been telepathically sent to him.\nMeanwhile, Vortex proceeded swiftly; he had to grip Loona's head tightly to keep her from slipping through his fingers. He groaned and taunted her, “Since you can't hear, I thought I'd take advantage of that empty space, nothing personal!” He exclaimed, biting his lips and trying to delay the moment of orgasm as long as possible. That giant climax of pleasure would soon come, he could feel it, he sensed it like an approaching tsunami, he could see its ripples in the distance and hear its war cry. But he waited because he wanted that delicious penetration to last as long as possible.\n“You're enjoying yourself, huh?” Beelzebub told him without ceasing to snicker as an aura of fascinated lust enveloped her in its sinuous wholeness.\nVortex nodded and stuck out his tongue, Beelzebub came up to him and massaged his chest, infusing him with further libidinous energy. “That's it, yes, fuck this little slut's skull!”\nThe Husky in the meantime had denuded himself, the canine phallus had emerged from the foreskin pouch, the rosy shaft studded with capillaries had emerged in all its full-bodied sheen. The glans squirted out a few semi-transparent drops, and pulsed as if waiting its turn with boundless eagerness. Its possessor lingered no longer, moved even closer to Loona's free ear and rubbed the tip of his cock against her lobe and outer contours. “Oh yes!” He exclaimed, raising his fist in the air. He was drunk and horny, mostly not giving the idea of being particularly intelligent. But all that certainly did not stop him from taking advantage of the juicy opportunity. He thrust forward with some agitation, his hips jerking in an unsteady but very quick manner. The glans rubbed against the little hole, lubricated it and then penetrated it, dilating its weak cartilaginous walls. Loona shuddered violently; Vortex had to hold her still and motionless in place. “Oh no, you're not leaving right now!” She exclaimed, lapping at her lips burning with perpetual gasping. The husky in turn sent out a long, jubilant moan, his cock had sunk in the first few inches, the blood squirted out sooner than expected, and Loona found herself being fucked on both sides at once.\nThey were fucking her brain lobes, invading her skull with terrifying vehemence, never giving her a second's rest. Beelzebub knelt in front of her again to admire her intoxicated expression and her state of total passivity.\n“Who knows, maybe after this little service you will be able to hear.” She said, giving her a wink, and never stopping smiling for a single moment.\nLoona, needless to repeat, did not respond and gave her a vacant, sad look. Her wide-open little mouth was all that her face was capable of communicating. Only now and then was her body prey to mild spasms. Her eardrums had ceased to function after brief, intense flashes of blinding pain. She was as if cut off from reality.\nVortex did not give way, his cock, plunging into that dark, narrow tunnel, met Husky's and collided with it, glans against glans, the two cocks mirrored each other for a moment and then went back retracing that delicious little hole for another phantasmagoric spin.\nThe blood, after several minutes of pounding, began to flow even more copiously. The crowd that animated the party had moved in front of the protagonists of the new spectacle, turned attentive eyes to them, filled with concupiscent desire. Some of them, those who possessed one, had slinging their cocks to masturbate, the others had begun to wank, so that the party was slowly trending toward a full-blown passionate orgy.\n“Oh fuck...” Vortex suddenly approached Loona's head, penetrated her until his own groin adhered to her temple, his cock going so deep that it pushed the Husky's outward. Then he pushed it halfway back in so that the glans could be exactly in the center of her skull. Then he began to emit longer and deeper moans, squinted his eyes and tipped his head upward, his scrotum began to swell enormously, then suddenly shrank. A searing, viscous stream crossed his shaft and erupted out of his urethra in a continuous, vehement stream. That wave of semen, which Vortex had glimpsed moments before, had flooded the shore and was preparing to commit destruction.\n“Oh yes, oh yes!” He exclaimed, shuddering with pleasure, his fur standing up and growing even shaggier than normal. Liters of canine semen, the semen of a virile and massive hellhound, padded Loona's auditory cavity to the extreme. Bubbles of cum took to dripping out of her ears mixed with her own blood, that sticky matter bonding to her inner walls like an indelible dye.\n“Hey, are you done?” The Husky looked at Vortex with some resentment. He stood there waiting with his cock dangling between his thighs.\n“Oh yeah, she's all yours...” The hound answered him by raising his hands and taking a few steps back. He thus pulled out his dark spear of flesh, that spilled out in a sea of cum and blood. He backed away gradually and drank greedily from the first glass that came his way.\nThe other invader resumed fucking Loona with the eagerness shown earlier. This time the enjoyment tunnel was even softer and hotter on contact. He invested the poor bitch with a series of devastating blows, drilled into her skull with such force that he bent her to the ground, and even at that point he did not cease raking her head with all the energy he had in him. With all that rubbing, the semen in her head sought an escape route and spread out on the floor in a puddle that gradually became wider as the seconds slowly and relentlessly passed.\nBeelzebub kept the other guests at a distance from Loona, guests who, as the action progressed, manifested an increasingly determined desire to actively participate in it. Their state of excitement appeared immeasurable.\n“AHH!” At last the Husky stopped, sent only a couple more slow, steady lunges, with which he encouraged the release of more sperm into poor Loona's skull.\nAfter emptying himself, he stood up on his weak and shaky legs and clamored for a drink. Now without strength, he stumbled and passed out on the floor under the total yoke of alcohol.\nLoona lay on the floor in a state of perfect immobility. Her red dress had torn at one shoulder, one breast was clearly visible. Her face was still the same, only wet with swollen, massive tears.\nBeelzebub approached her and pulled her up, resting her head on the edge of the table there beside her. “You know, looking at Vortex made me really want to have fun with you, you little slut...”\n“Give her to us!” Someone from behind Beelzebub suddenly exclaimed. And more wild calls followed. “Give her to us!”\n“We want to fuck her!”\n“I want to fuck that little bitch too!”\nAt that point Beelzebub turned suddenly in their direction, her body swollen to gargantuan proportions in the blink of an eye. It was as if a hellfire suddenly enveloped her, injecting doses of divine power into her long, towering limbs. Her eyes darted wrath and ferocity, her unclenched jaws left the two sets of sharp, white teeth on full display. In that beastly, titanic form of hers, she stood so tall as to touch the ceiling, and Loona, already in a precarious condition, appeared like a frail, helpless gnat in her presence.\nEven Vortex, intimidated by that sudden change, preferred to turn away. “I'll leave it to you, honey.” He told her, feigning a calm tone, although the frantic beating of his heart suggested a far more altered state.\nSo Beelzebub lowered her fierce muzzle on the poor bitch, who in the meantime had begun to yelp again, having partially regained her cognitive abilities. Slowly she became increasingly aware of what a gigantic entity stood before her. And she had only time to lift her gaze, for her vision was disfigured before the appearance of an equally terrifying phallus. Its base was as squat as that of a supporting beam in the mansion where the party had been held, its color was pinkish but also iridescent, sometimes becoming milky white with scarlet hues. Several meters long, it boasted an equally shocking plumpness, the glans was like the icing on the cake, it was the pinnacle of a magnificent mount, it was wide and pointed, with an urethra as wide as Loona's mouth. Had the latter not seen such a limb strapped to the demon's groin, she would have thought it was a missile for mass destruction.\nBut then she saw it pulsing and rising horizontally, the tip striking her cheek sending her to the ground with ease. Ears clogged with semen and blood prevented her from getting up and running away. Beelzebub towered over her from above, hands stretched forward and claw-like fingers ready to grasp her.\n“So, Loona, can you hear me now?” Her voice was ghostly, as deep as it could have been the voice of a tempestuous ocean. It filled the entire house with a rumbling echo. Loona, though she could not hear it, was on the verge of pissing herself. She felt so weak, so fragile, as she had never felt before.\nBeelzebub licked her lips spreading saliva on the floor, grabbed her by the torso as if she were a rag doll and lifted her off the ground carrying her in front of her muzzle. “I could eat you, you know? I could do whatever I want with you, you insulting bimbo!” She licked her body, from her feet to the top of her head. “But maybe I have something better in mind!”\nWith one claw she tore her gown, the fabric gave way and revealed the maiden's pale, curvaceous body. Her nipples were turgid, her abdomen was distended from ingested alcohol, but her physique retained an undeniable charm.\n“You're not wearing panties!” Beelzebub laughed thunderously, her breath hot with an aftertaste of death.\n“That will make things even easier!” That was her only remark, before hurling Loona to the ground with such violence that the floor shook. Then she licked her again, between her thighs, running her tongue over her naked, wet pussy. “You have good taste, I must admit. But how about this?” She got on her knees and swayed her own cock over her, the shadow cast by the phallus totally covering her like a sunshade.\nBeelzebub continued to laugh with hyena-like guffaws, then grabbed Loona again and brought her close to the tip of her own cock, holding her thighs wide apart. “There are some who would sacrifice their souls for this...” She told her, approaching her glans to her vaginal lips, just above the delicious little hole.\nAll the others watched with bated breath, none of them believing it was possible to get such a big cock into such a narrow orifice. Of course, had Asmodeus been present he would have had something to say about it, but to their misfortune he was not there at that moment.\nBut for Beelzebub this must not have been the first time, for she proceeded swiftly. She gave a hip thrust, the cock followed the same trajectory and continued in its horizontal straight, pushed against the little hole forcing it to dilate. The phallus choked at the entrance, rolls of skin accumulated all along the shaft, but the glans continued to thrust. Loona was about to cry out, had already opened her mouth wide and prepared her vocal cords, when Beelzebub stuck a finger down her throat permanently plugging her and thus stifling her pathetic motions of pain. At last the glans found its entrance, having effectively dilated the walls in all possible directions. No different outcome was to be expected, such a monstrous cock could only be as effective.\nBeelzebub sent out a deep croaking groan as her hips proceeded straight without ever retreating. The cock slowly found its way in, plunging into the tight gaping orifice to prevent its access. “You cannot resist me!” Shouted the demon suddenly, casting hellfire from its eyes. “You cannot protect yourself from me, Loona, I am in charge here and no one can save you, least of all you!”\nThe tissues of Loona's vagina tore in a matter of moments, letting delicious rivulets of blood overflow, this as the glans was sucked inside, emerging from under the girl's abdomen in the shape of a football.\nFor Loona it was like collapsing into a flagellating dimension; she was prevented from speaking, the sounds perceived by her mutilated eardrums coming to her muffled and untranslatable. Only touch, smell and sight made her a participant in the horrific spectacle. The gigantic cock pulsed inside her belly with such energy that her entire body jerked, with each pulse her limbs pulsed with it. The pain was excruciating, immeasurable, radiating deep into her bones, stunning her and stimulating every single receptor in her already compromised nervous system.\nBeelzebub was not content to plunge only the glans, with which she was already pressing against the cervix, but sank even deeper, as far as she could go. Thus that immense basilisk of flesh continued further, pushed the walls far beyond their maximum elasticity, and reached the intestines. These were shaken and shocked by the penetrating power of the cock, and ended up being turned from side to side, losing their initial trim. Loona spat blood and coughed croakily, tears never ceasing to flow out of her big red eyes.\nBeelzebub said to himself that he was satisfied and withdrew her bat outward, only to plunge back inward again, thus beginning an increasingly frantic and horny comings and goings. Her blows were so loud that they split the floor tiles, not even the music at maximum volume was able to veil the thuds of those lunges.\nThose present stood admiring the fulfillment of such a spectacle with their mouths watering and a desire that had become irrepressible to participate as soon as possible.\nEven Vortex was impressed, stood back and observed the scene while sipping an ice-cold beer. “Oh Loona, I envy you.” He said, smiling and bringing the frozen rim of the bottle to his lips.\nBut Loona, contrary to what everyone thought, wished she were anywhere else, even with Blitzo. The latter had not come as she thought he would, and it was now useless to hope that he would arrive.\nShe was alone, even though Beelzebub had stuffed much of her body with her cock.\nFrom the bitch's pussy leaked a white creme and a series of vaginal juices of unquestionable deliciousness, these liquids had soaked the giantess's cock, this made the penetration all the more rapid and enjoyable.\n“Oh yes!” Beelzebub's voice rang out again with the same hellish echo. “Oh ... oh!” A scrotum leaked out from under her groin, a pair of giant testicles covered with a massive layer of excess skin. The two orbs swelled, a terrifying eruption was about to occur that Loona's little body could never sustain without further compromising itself.\nAnother cry, this time escaping Beelzebub's thin lips, was the beginning. The glans almost doubled in size, filled with blood to the limit, a massive load of semen crossed the shaft in the blink of an eye.\nThus a tsunami of boiling semen commensurate with the size of the demon from which it came imposed itself inside poor Loona's vagina. Milk-white, semi-liquid semen, with fuller parts and more slimy ones, filled every available inch, soon ending up overflowing outward in a frightening stream. Beelzebub remained with her dick inside the girl until the last moment, shuddered with pleasure, moaned taking as long as she thought necessary to take that crucial step. Loona saw her own belly expand wildly as if it were a blimp, cum poured out of her throat, nostrils and ears in copious streams, her entire body became nothing less than a barrel stuffed far beyond maximum capacity.\nShe sensed the hot liquid invading her from within, engulfing every drop of her blood to replace it as the new sap of her being.\nAfter stuffing her properly, like a good pastry filled with boiling cream, Beelzebub slowly separated from her, extracting his own spear in its entirety. It was thus possible to observe the chasm formed by her previous breakthrough; Loona's vagina, previously so small and pretty, had now been totally unmolded. It had lost every original facet and resembled more like a gash. From it, cum continued to flow in a vehement river, spilling onto the floor and welcoming her ravaged body in a warm embrace.\n“So...” Beelzebub had already returned to her classic form. On her face there was no longer any trace of wrath or lust; she gave the appearance that all that had happened just before had not scarred her even in passing.\nShe turned to the guests. “Now it's your turn, I hope you put that little bitch to good use! Hey, the music, turn up the music, I really feel like singing now!” And she soared through the air as if weightless.\nMeanwhile, the others approached Loona's body, ready to abuse her, ready to lick Beelzebub's demonic nectar from her limbs.\nThis one reached Vortex and kissed him on the lips.\n“Good job.” He told her.\n“Thank you dear, I hope from now on she understands to not insist when someone tells you no.”", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Loona felt uneasy, her canine senses were on high alert, as if she feared that something catastrophic might happen at any moment. She was in a foreign place after all, all around her were only demons and wandering souls getting intoxicated by a whirlwind of continuous dissolution. Sex, alcohol, drugs and music assaulted her senses from every angle, for a brief moment she wished she had stayed home with Blitzo. But it was an extremely volatile thought, which immediately disappeared from her mind as soon as she saw out of the corner of her eye the big, handsome hellhound Vortex. He was standing beside the drinks table, Loona approached him, intimidated by his size and his aura of continuous fascination. Eventually she didn't know how but they found themselves talking rather briskly. And everything was going smoothly, Loona felt lighter than before, her words, although she blushed constantly and often stammered, came out rather quietly. In short, everything was going well, until Vortex revealed to her that he was engaged to the owner of the house, none other than Beelzebub.
“Ah...” The girl was breathless, her heart did not cease to beat overwhelmingly inside her chest. She longed for air, longed to get away at that exact moment.
And she made to turn around, but Vortex laid a hand on her shoulder and stopped her. “Are you leaving already? Don't you want a drink?”
Loona turned and looked into his face. Oh, he is so handsome, she thought. She stared into his sharp eyes that seemed to be devouring her. “Um...yes...” If Blitzo had been there, she thought, none of this would have happened. But she did not know that the little dick demon would never come that night.
So she began to drink, while Beelzebub enchanted the crowd with stratospheric dancing and singing. She flew from one side of the room to the other, filling the ballroom with lights and her own, irrevocably raising the bar of entertainment. The party was experiencing a new climax of intensity. The mugs lifted, champagne spilled onto the floor even more than into the glasses, almost everyone was now subject to the powerful fumes of alcohol.
Only Vortex, Loona noticed, appeared extremely sober, although he had already had several glasses since she had shown up at the party. “How do you do it?” She asked him, and meanwhile her head was already spinning. Words now came out softly, almost unprocessed, she was thinking and not thinking, just talking effortlessly. And her body projected toward him without her being able to command it, it was as if drawn by an invisible magnetism. Everything about his statuesque physique, his male scent, attracted her.
“How do I do what?” He asked, uncovering sharp white canines. Meanwhile, he had rested one hand on the counter, his lifted T-shirt revealing a protrusion of his pelvis. Loona's eyes fell on that arousing detail; she swallowed heavily but did not feel embarrassed. She approached him and ran a finger over his chest, as if to ascertain his presence.
“How do you drink so much and stay sober? Do you have any secrets?” She snickered, almost falling forward. He grabbed her by the torso and girded her hip for support.
“I certainly hold it better than you!” He exclaimed, also laughing.
Loona felt the contact of his powerful hands on her abdomen, felt protected and dominated for those seconds, and a sudden heat exploded in her private parts. “Oh, excuse me...” She felt her temples. “I need to drink more, my mouth is dry...” And it was true.
“Maybe you shouldn't, you don't seem so clear-headed. Do you want me to drive you home?”
“No no, I'm fine, I'm fine...trust me...”
At that same instant Beelzebub proclaimed another toast, Loona took the opportunity to gobble down another glass of Champagne.
Vortex looked at her sideways and laughed.
“What are you laughing at?” She asked him.
“You look pretty when drunk.”
“Only when I'm drunk?” Loona put her hand on his chest again, this time descending to his abdomen. There he felt the relief of hard abs, so many plates of pure muscle.
“Maybe.” He replied.
“You hounds all have this great body?”
“And do you always have this much desire to touch engaged guys?”
“Oh, well, not always actually. But you-you're different...” Loona lay on top of him, rested her cheek on his pecs and inhaled his scent. “I like you, Vortex...take me somewhere...come on...” Her pale hand descended to his groin. “Come on...” She looked up at him, lifting her head, bit her lips, her eyes moistened.
Vortex let her, but then shook his head. “I don't think it's a good idea...” He said.
“Come on! I know you feel like it too...I can feel it...” Loona ran her hand over the hound's genitals, felt his hard, hot cock swelling under his pants. It was huge, no matter how much her palm moved, she could not locate the end of it. “Come on ... just a little ... a few minutes, your girlfriend will never know ...”
“Loona, I told you no...” Then suddenly Vortex pushed her away and looked straight ahead. “Loona.” He said.
Beelzebub came swaying, walked with style, proud of herself and her charm, exuding light and energy, she was a sight for the eyes and soul. Close to her, it was like feeling a mild electric shock pass under her skin. She approached the hound and kissed him, their tongues intertwined, exchanging large doses of saliva. All this took place in front of Loona's eyes, who was crawling on the floor staring at them without looking away.
“And who are you?” Beelzebub asked, looking at her intently. Her gaze was hypnotic.
“A friend.” Vortex replied without flinching.
“Uh...a friend huh? I can hear her heartbeat since she came in. It speeds up when she looks at you.”
“Oh well I had nothing to do with it.”
Loona was completely drunk, got up and threw herself back to Vortex. She hugged him and held him tightly, cried on him. “Please Vortex, fuck me...I need it, I've had a shitty day...please...”
Beelzebub raised her eyebrows, rather dumbfounded. “The little bitch is desperate.” That was her only comment, and she snickered.
“I've been trying for minutes to tell her I don't want to, but she won't listen.” Said Vortex, raising his hands in the air, as if professing innocence.
“Your charm, darling, makes conquests.” Beelzebub approached the girl, looked at her face inquiringly. “Is something wrong with your ears, honey?” She asked her, her voice, though rather low, resonated despite the loud music playing in the background. It was as if she was deciding how much and how her voice should be heard by those present.
“No.” Loona replied dryly. Continuing to rub herself against Vortex's body, she encircled his leg with her own. She was pathetically horny; at that moment she would have done anything.
“What do you think, Vortex? Do you think there's something wrong with her ear?"
He guessed immediately and smiled. “Do you want me to check it out?”
“Oh I really think you'd do well...I sense she has some problem with her eardrums...but let's give it one last try, just to make sure.”
Beelzebub cleared her throat, as if she really needed it. “Vortex doesn't like little bitches like you. This huge-dicked hound is my boyfriend, understand?”
But again Loona seemed totally disinterested. Her cheeks were dyed red from drunkenness, an occasional faint sob escaping her lips.
“Um, it sure sounds like she's having a little trouble with her eardrums.” Beelzebub began to tap her chin. “Honey, give her a little checkup!”
“Oh gladly... Loona, kneel down.”
“What?” The girl felt her head spinning, everything was foggy. “Why?”
“Loona, I said, kneel down.” Vortex was firm.
Then Loona did as requested, got on her knees and placed her hands on her thighs, as if waiting for something. Then Vortex positioned himself on her side, Beelzebub laughing under her breath, sipping the occasional drop of champagne.
Still none of the guests had turned to look at them, they were mostly mesmerized by the frenetic flow of the party.
So the hellhound took off his belt, unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them. As they fell down almost by themselves, they revealed two muscular thighs covered in thick, dark hair, from beneath which the fibers of the quadriceps emerged. But even more shocking, a phallus emerged that was nothing short of majestic. It was black, almost as wide as Loona's neck, and as long as one of her arms. The foreskin was absent, so that the pinkish glans, crowned with purple and covered with scarlet capillaries, could be admired without any veil. The fleshy, dense shaft pulsed as far as the eye could see, was studded with wide, blood-filled veins in constant recirculation, and extended from the groin in an almost perfectly horizontal line. Only at the end did the hound's portentous dark beam bend to one side, yet always maintaining an admirable elegance.
With its own magnificence, Vortex's cock brought with it a musky, manly trail that immediately projected into the girl's nostrils. Loona had no time to turn around; she saw only that monstrous basilisk of flesh sway from side to side out of the corner of her eye, then Vortex's mighty fingers tightened around her head, pinning her there with ease.
“Stay still, Loona, these are very delicate operations!” The hound stretched his pelvis forward, his cock vibrated and moved from right to left before settling on the edge of the girl's temple. With proper calibration, the glans rubbed against her ear, at the edge of the inner cavity. “And now, a good thrust!”
With a firm jerk of the hips, the cock projected forward, the glans choking at the entrance to the ear tunnel, as the latter proved to be far too narrow. But with some effort, he managed to penetrate, dilating the small inner walls. Vortex sent out a long moan, while Loona, who was initially on the verge of screaming in pain, suddenly zeroed in and stood staring into the void with vacant, distant eyes. Her jaw dropped downward, her tongue emerged a little from under the arch of her upper teeth, a trickle of saliva began to drip from her lips. A sharp, excruciating sound had exploded in her ear for a brief moment, then nothing more; she was as if plunged into an insubstantial, metaphysical limbo. And while she was experiencing this, Vortex was enjoying the pleasures of penetration. He pushed harder and harder, sinking into the sensuous maiden's skull, drilling her head from side to side, his cock moving nimbly through that narrow gap, parting the perimeter to gain access. Suddenly the flesh basilisk encountered an obstacle, then Vortex backed up, pulled out part of his spear. The cock re-emerged dripping with a whitish juice, the shaft was harder than ever, so hard it gave the idea that it could pierce a marble wall.
Beelzebub seemed to be enjoying it enormously. Kneeling in front of Loona, she passed a hand in front of her eyes. “Are you there, sweetheart? Can you hear me now? Um?”
But Loona produced only a strange untranslatable verse. She was simply no longer able to think clearly; the entry of that foreign guest into her skull, coupled with the dissolving condition due to the alcohol, had robbed her of the ability to think.
Beelzebub grimaced. “It sure looks like she hasn't improved...”
Vortex did not answer her; he had begun to hammer the poor girl's skull suddenly. The thud of his blows was clear and rhythmic, the cock proceeding sped along in that chasm tailor-made by his lacerating comings and goings.
Beelzebub reached the other end of Loona's head, meanwhile the girl was beginning to show the first effects of the ongoing violence. Strands of warm burgundy-colored blood squirted from her hammered ear, some of which ended up permeating the hellhound's phallus. Acting as the perfect lubricant, the slimy liquid dyed the cock red and settled around its surface, like a second skin. With it, penetration reached a new level.
The hound girl meanwhile tapped against the other ear, but even this time Loona gave no visible signs of consciousness, except for a few moans and a slight tilt of her head in his direction. Then Beelzebub had a grand idea. She paused for a moment, as if to reflect, then acted after her lips had distorted into a malevolent smirk. She beckoned a Husky there intent on watching to approach, and with a single snap of her fingers, the newcomer set to work as if orders had been telepathically sent to him.
Meanwhile, Vortex proceeded swiftly; he had to grip Loona's head tightly to keep her from slipping through his fingers. He groaned and taunted her, “Since you can't hear, I thought I'd take advantage of that empty space, nothing personal!” He exclaimed, biting his lips and trying to delay the moment of orgasm as long as possible. That giant climax of pleasure would soon come, he could feel it, he sensed it like an approaching tsunami, he could see its ripples in the distance and hear its war cry. But he waited because he wanted that delicious penetration to last as long as possible.
“You're enjoying yourself, huh?” Beelzebub told him without ceasing to snicker as an aura of fascinated lust enveloped her in its sinuous wholeness.
Vortex nodded and stuck out his tongue, Beelzebub came up to him and massaged his chest, infusing him with further libidinous energy. “That's it, yes, fuck this little slut's skull!”
The Husky in the meantime had denuded himself, the canine phallus had emerged from the foreskin pouch, the rosy shaft studded with capillaries had emerged in all its full-bodied sheen. The glans squirted out a few semi-transparent drops, and pulsed as if waiting its turn with boundless eagerness. Its possessor lingered no longer, moved even closer to Loona's free ear and rubbed the tip of his cock against her lobe and outer contours. “Oh yes!” He exclaimed, raising his fist in the air. He was drunk and horny, mostly not giving the idea of being particularly intelligent. But all that certainly did not stop him from taking advantage of the juicy opportunity. He thrust forward with some agitation, his hips jerking in an unsteady but very quick manner. The glans rubbed against the little hole, lubricated it and then penetrated it, dilating its weak cartilaginous walls. Loona shuddered violently; Vortex had to hold her still and motionless in place. “Oh no, you're not leaving right now!” She exclaimed, lapping at her lips burning with perpetual gasping. The husky in turn sent out a long, jubilant moan, his cock had sunk in the first few inches, the blood squirted out sooner than expected, and Loona found herself being fucked on both sides at once.
They were fucking her brain lobes, invading her skull with terrifying vehemence, never giving her a second's rest. Beelzebub knelt in front of her again to admire her intoxicated expression and her state of total passivity.
“Who knows, maybe after this little service you will be able to hear.” She said, giving her a wink, and never stopping smiling for a single moment.
Loona, needless to repeat, did not respond and gave her a vacant, sad look. Her wide-open little mouth was all that her face was capable of communicating. Only now and then was her body prey to mild spasms. Her eardrums had ceased to function after brief, intense flashes of blinding pain. She was as if cut off from reality.
Vortex did not give way, his cock, plunging into that dark, narrow tunnel, met Husky's and collided with it, glans against glans, the two cocks mirrored each other for a moment and then went back retracing that delicious little hole for another phantasmagoric spin.
The blood, after several minutes of pounding, began to flow even more copiously. The crowd that animated the party had moved in front of the protagonists of the new spectacle, turned attentive eyes to them, filled with concupiscent desire. Some of them, those who possessed one, had slinging their cocks to masturbate, the others had begun to wank, so that the party was slowly trending toward a full-blown passionate orgy.
“Oh fuck...” Vortex suddenly approached Loona's head, penetrated her until his own groin adhered to her temple, his cock going so deep that it pushed the Husky's outward. Then he pushed it halfway back in so that the glans could be exactly in the center of her skull. Then he began to emit longer and deeper moans, squinted his eyes and tipped his head upward, his scrotum began to swell enormously, then suddenly shrank. A searing, viscous stream crossed his shaft and erupted out of his urethra in a continuous, vehement stream. That wave of semen, which Vortex had glimpsed moments before, had flooded the shore and was preparing to commit destruction.
“Oh yes, oh yes!” He exclaimed, shuddering with pleasure, his fur standing up and growing even shaggier than normal. Liters of canine semen, the semen of a virile and massive hellhound, padded Loona's auditory cavity to the extreme. Bubbles of cum took to dripping out of her ears mixed with her own blood, that sticky matter bonding to her inner walls like an indelible dye.
“Hey, are you done?” The Husky looked at Vortex with some resentment. He stood there waiting with his cock dangling between his thighs.
“Oh yeah, she's all yours...” The hound answered him by raising his hands and taking a few steps back. He thus pulled out his dark spear of flesh, that spilled out in a sea of cum and blood. He backed away gradually and drank greedily from the first glass that came his way.
The other invader resumed fucking Loona with the eagerness shown earlier. This time the enjoyment tunnel was even softer and hotter on contact. He invested the poor bitch with a series of devastating blows, drilled into her skull with such force that he bent her to the ground, and even at that point he did not cease raking her head with all the energy he had in him. With all that rubbing, the semen in her head sought an escape route and spread out on the floor in a puddle that gradually became wider as the seconds slowly and relentlessly passed.
Beelzebub kept the other guests at a distance from Loona, guests who, as the action progressed, manifested an increasingly determined desire to actively participate in it. Their state of excitement appeared immeasurable.
“AHH!” At last the Husky stopped, sent only a couple more slow, steady lunges, with which he encouraged the release of more sperm into poor Loona's skull.
After emptying himself, he stood up on his weak and shaky legs and clamored for a drink. Now without strength, he stumbled and passed out on the floor under the total yoke of alcohol.
Loona lay on the floor in a state of perfect immobility. Her red dress had torn at one shoulder, one breast was clearly visible. Her face was still the same, only wet with swollen, massive tears.
Beelzebub approached her and pulled her up, resting her head on the edge of the table there beside her. “You know, looking at Vortex made me really want to have fun with you, you little slut...”
“Give her to us!” Someone from behind Beelzebub suddenly exclaimed. And more wild calls followed. “Give her to us!”
“We want to fuck her!”
“I want to fuck that little bitch too!”
At that point Beelzebub turned suddenly in their direction, her body swollen to gargantuan proportions in the blink of an eye. It was as if a hellfire suddenly enveloped her, injecting doses of divine power into her long, towering limbs. Her eyes darted wrath and ferocity, her unclenched jaws left the two sets of sharp, white teeth on full display. In that beastly, titanic form of hers, she stood so tall as to touch the ceiling, and Loona, already in a precarious condition, appeared like a frail, helpless gnat in her presence.
Even Vortex, intimidated by that sudden change, preferred to turn away. “I'll leave it to you, honey.” He told her, feigning a calm tone, although the frantic beating of his heart suggested a far more altered state.
So Beelzebub lowered her fierce muzzle on the poor bitch, who in the meantime had begun to yelp again, having partially regained her cognitive abilities. Slowly she became increasingly aware of what a gigantic entity stood before her. And she had only time to lift her gaze, for her vision was disfigured before the appearance of an equally terrifying phallus. Its base was as squat as that of a supporting beam in the mansion where the party had been held, its color was pinkish but also iridescent, sometimes becoming milky white with scarlet hues. Several meters long, it boasted an equally shocking plumpness, the glans was like the icing on the cake, it was the pinnacle of a magnificent mount, it was wide and pointed, with an urethra as wide as Loona's mouth. Had the latter not seen such a limb strapped to the demon's groin, she would have thought it was a missile for mass destruction.
But then she saw it pulsing and rising horizontally, the tip striking her cheek sending her to the ground with ease. Ears clogged with semen and blood prevented her from getting up and running away. Beelzebub towered over her from above, hands stretched forward and claw-like fingers ready to grasp her.
“So, Loona, can you hear me now?” Her voice was ghostly, as deep as it could have been the voice of a tempestuous ocean. It filled the entire house with a rumbling echo. Loona, though she could not hear it, was on the verge of pissing herself. She felt so weak, so fragile, as she had never felt before.
Beelzebub licked her lips spreading saliva on the floor, grabbed her by the torso as if she were a rag doll and lifted her off the ground carrying her in front of her muzzle. “I could eat you, you know? I could do whatever I want with you, you insulting bimbo!” She licked her body, from her feet to the top of her head. “But maybe I have something better in mind!”
With one claw she tore her gown, the fabric gave way and revealed the maiden's pale, curvaceous body. Her nipples were turgid, her abdomen was distended from ingested alcohol, but her physique retained an undeniable charm.
“You're not wearing panties!” Beelzebub laughed thunderously, her breath hot with an aftertaste of death.
“That will make things even easier!” That was her only remark, before hurling Loona to the ground with such violence that the floor shook. Then she licked her again, between her thighs, running her tongue over her naked, wet pussy. “You have good taste, I must admit. But how about this?” She got on her knees and swayed her own cock over her, the shadow cast by the phallus totally covering her like a sunshade.
Beelzebub continued to laugh with hyena-like guffaws, then grabbed Loona again and brought her close to the tip of her own cock, holding her thighs wide apart. “There are some who would sacrifice their souls for this...” She told her, approaching her glans to her vaginal lips, just above the delicious little hole.
All the others watched with bated breath, none of them believing it was possible to get such a big cock into such a narrow orifice. Of course, had Asmodeus been present he would have had something to say about it, but to their misfortune he was not there at that moment.
But for Beelzebub this must not have been the first time, for she proceeded swiftly. She gave a hip thrust, the cock followed the same trajectory and continued in its horizontal straight, pushed against the little hole forcing it to dilate. The phallus choked at the entrance, rolls of skin accumulated all along the shaft, but the glans continued to thrust. Loona was about to cry out, had already opened her mouth wide and prepared her vocal cords, when Beelzebub stuck a finger down her throat permanently plugging her and thus stifling her pathetic motions of pain. At last the glans found its entrance, having effectively dilated the walls in all possible directions. No different outcome was to be expected, such a monstrous cock could only be as effective.
Beelzebub sent out a deep croaking groan as her hips proceeded straight without ever retreating. The cock slowly found its way in, plunging into the tight gaping orifice to prevent its access. “You cannot resist me!” Shouted the demon suddenly, casting hellfire from its eyes. “You cannot protect yourself from me, Loona, I am in charge here and no one can save you, least of all you!”
The tissues of Loona's vagina tore in a matter of moments, letting delicious rivulets of blood overflow, this as the glans was sucked inside, emerging from under the girl's abdomen in the shape of a football.
For Loona it was like collapsing into a flagellating dimension; she was prevented from speaking, the sounds perceived by her mutilated eardrums coming to her muffled and untranslatable. Only touch, smell and sight made her a participant in the horrific spectacle. The gigantic cock pulsed inside her belly with such energy that her entire body jerked, with each pulse her limbs pulsed with it. The pain was excruciating, immeasurable, radiating deep into her bones, stunning her and stimulating every single receptor in her already compromised nervous system.
Beelzebub was not content to plunge only the glans, with which she was already pressing against the cervix, but sank even deeper, as far as she could go. Thus that immense basilisk of flesh continued further, pushed the walls far beyond their maximum elasticity, and reached the intestines. These were shaken and shocked by the penetrating power of the cock, and ended up being turned from side to side, losing their initial trim. Loona spat blood and coughed croakily, tears never ceasing to flow out of her big red eyes.
Beelzebub said to himself that he was satisfied and withdrew her bat outward, only to plunge back inward again, thus beginning an increasingly frantic and horny comings and goings. Her blows were so loud that they split the floor tiles, not even the music at maximum volume was able to veil the thuds of those lunges.
Those present stood admiring the fulfillment of such a spectacle with their mouths watering and a desire that had become irrepressible to participate as soon as possible.
Even Vortex was impressed, stood back and observed the scene while sipping an ice-cold beer. “Oh Loona, I envy you.” He said, smiling and bringing the frozen rim of the bottle to his lips.
But Loona, contrary to what everyone thought, wished she were anywhere else, even with Blitzo. The latter had not come as she thought he would, and it was now useless to hope that he would arrive.
She was alone, even though Beelzebub had stuffed much of her body with her cock.
From the bitch's pussy leaked a white creme and a series of vaginal juices of unquestionable deliciousness, these liquids had soaked the giantess's cock, this made the penetration all the more rapid and enjoyable.
“Oh yes!” Beelzebub's voice rang out again with the same hellish echo. “Oh ... oh!” A scrotum leaked out from under her groin, a pair of giant testicles covered with a massive layer of excess skin. The two orbs swelled, a terrifying eruption was about to occur that Loona's little body could never sustain without further compromising itself.
Another cry, this time escaping Beelzebub's thin lips, was the beginning. The glans almost doubled in size, filled with blood to the limit, a massive load of semen crossed the shaft in the blink of an eye.
Thus a tsunami of boiling semen commensurate with the size of the demon from which it came imposed itself inside poor Loona's vagina. Milk-white, semi-liquid semen, with fuller parts and more slimy ones, filled every available inch, soon ending up overflowing outward in a frightening stream. Beelzebub remained with her dick inside the girl until the last moment, shuddered with pleasure, moaned taking as long as she thought necessary to take that crucial step. Loona saw her own belly expand wildly as if it were a blimp, cum poured out of her throat, nostrils and ears in copious streams, her entire body became nothing less than a barrel stuffed far beyond maximum capacity.
She sensed the hot liquid invading her from within, engulfing every drop of her blood to replace it as the new sap of her being.
After stuffing her properly, like a good pastry filled with boiling cream, Beelzebub slowly separated from her, extracting his own spear in its entirety. It was thus possible to observe the chasm formed by her previous breakthrough; Loona's vagina, previously so small and pretty, had now been totally unmolded. It had lost every original facet and resembled more like a gash. From it, cum continued to flow in a vehement river, spilling onto the floor and welcoming her ravaged body in a warm embrace.
“So...” Beelzebub had already returned to her classic form. On her face there was no longer any trace of wrath or lust; she gave the appearance that all that had happened just before had not scarred her even in passing.
She turned to the guests. “Now it's your turn, I hope you put that little bitch to good use! Hey, the music, turn up the music, I really feel like singing now!” And she soared through the air as if weightless.
Meanwhile, the others approached Loona's body, ready to abuse her, ready to lick Beelzebub's demonic nectar from her limbs.
This one reached Vortex and kissed him on the lips.
“Good job.” He told her.
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