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Pain! Wake up, wake up now! …
The hellhound opened all six eyes at once. All three heads were still completely dazed from sleep. He tried to stretch, but something was holding one of his hind legs. It wasn't just holding on tight - something was pulling on it! Someone or something pulled his hind legs apart. He tried to resist, but he was lying on his back and could hardly exert any force. A head rushed around to finally see the alleged attacker. His flews pulled up threateningly and a deep, throaty growl could be heard, which the other two heads were just about to join in, when ...
... a somewhat wet, almost slimy thing licked first over the dog's nose and then over the rest of the muzzle. The Hound snorted in surprise and pulled his head back again. Still irritated by this feeling the head shook itself while the other two heads already saw what happened to them against their will.
Truly involuntary? Well, in this particular case it wasn't easy to decide - the Hellhound had lived unusually abstinent in the last weeks. While the time around Halloween is usually very draining for a representative of the underworld, he always performed his service as a bringer of dreams of fear and terror with great dedication. But this also means that he had little time for his other needs. Needs which in his case literally took on a life of their own as an inescapable desire.
While the Hellhound was becoming fully aware of the situation, he could already feel a scaly body wrapping itself around his testicles and squeezing them close to his body. Plump and full, the now tormented balls stood out from his body, while the snake's body tightened further.
But the muscular reptile body couldn't only be felt there. Around his body a coil tightened increasingly powerful and also his hind leg was caught in yet another coil.
Whatever the hellhound tried - he could not escape this grip. He had become a hostage of his own lust, his own snakecock, which he had so thoughtlessly neglected for the first weeks of November. The accumulated lust was now looking for its very own way to release itself.
Every movement of the snake sent waves of arousal and pleasure through the body of the Hellhound - and also the serpent cock.
The cobra's mouth was already glistening wet from the sticky precum that had emerged from the depth of the long scaly body. Relentlessly the tongue moved around in the air until it found its destination in the the maw of the left head. The sharp-edged head of the snake pressed itself into the much broader and open dog's mouth, which was standing open in arousal. The snake' s tongue looked for its dog-like counterpart. Thick drops of precum ran from the snake's jaw into the dog's maw. It did not only taste salty - there was more. Much more than that.
Even as the taste and the ascending scent flooded the Hellhound's senses and aroused him even more, the snake's muzzle retreated. Suddenly everything seemed to contract within it. It was exactly the feeling the snake had longed for for so long. The Hellhounds' seed was already finding its way through the snake's body to the outside. The Cobra only pulled its grip even tighter around the demon's body - which only increased the excitement in both of them. The Hellhound gasped with lust and threw its middle head back to the ground. The cobra looked to the left head and a reptilian - but unmistakably unnatural - grin was visible on the mouth of the snake. The hot seed was now shooting up inside it and they felt what was about to happen. Just in any moment the Hellhound was going to get the release that he was craving for.
Again the cobra pressed itself against the muzzle of the dog. The whole snake body tensed and seemed to convulse from within.
Yes ... now ... it was time. RIGHT NOW!
The Cobra opened its jaws and a gush of hot Hellhound-reeking semen shot out of it and covered the dog's muzzle.
But at that moment the coil around his testicles tightened even stronger and the dog's lustful rumbling died instantly.
The snake squeezed so tightly that their mutual climax ended at the exact moment when it had just begun.
Only a few drops of sperm fell from its maw to the dog's snout.
A long night was about to begin for the Hellhound. The snake's body was already rubbing against him again and deep down in its body the cobra experienced this pleasant, all too familiar feeling.
The longing for satisfaction was their mutual motivation. But lust was only its exclusive prey. And the hunt had only just begun.
Satisfied, the snake looked at the Hellhound that had been surrendered to it - and a single drop of precum fell off its jaws and onto the black chest fur of the three-headed Hellhound.
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