Walking down the streets of Malthrown City Buwaro found himself chuckling as he thought about the odd turn his life had taken; the times when he had nearly died, coupled with his previous ignorance and a long standing war, would have suggested that his death should not have just been a possibility, but a painful inevitability, the likes of which would have found him becoming nothing more than a footnote in the world's ever running catalogue of useless idiots born into this shithole world. Yet through some stroke of fate, friendship, and some good old fashion luck he had managed to walk away from everything with his head still attached to his shoulders. He couldn't say the same about many others though. 

However that wasn't really his problem, after all he had paid the price for going through life's ordeals by losing both his older brother and his former girlfriend, the latter choosing to move on to be with those who could better understand her and her needs, while his brother… 

Buwaro licked his lips as he recalled his final confrontation with the elder earth demon. 

As for the others, well, they hadn't cared to see what he had become once he had begun to embrace his demonic heritage. The fury within that burned inside of all fire demons was just barely repressed by his father's star medallion, and even though he could never remove it from the expensive collar which was wrapped around his neck, the power it granted him could not fully suppress what he truly was inside. 

A ravenous beast who yearned to kill. 

A savage monster always caught in the need for flesh. 

A beautiful animal on the prowl for a good fuck. 

That he was fine with all of this made sense, given that he had spent years feeding his basic instincts once he allowed himself to become unyoked of the fears and frustrations that burned inside his mind. Rhea had complained about his behavior, especially when he had stumbled over her following some fight he had gotten himself into; his bruised and bloodied form was a truly monstrous sight to behold, however what made the jakki wince in concern was the way Buwaro had drank himself into a stupor during the evening to follow. He had actually picked up that little habit after helping out a vineyard owner dealing with a group of bandits that looked to charge him a fee so that they wouldn't burn down his fields. The man had been over the moon after he had brought the bandit leader's head, however instead of paying Buwaro he had given him some of his best wine. The vineyard owner hadn't been thrilled to nearly have his hair burned off following Buwaro burping up a line of flame after downing the entire bottle, but he quickly got over it after the other had passed out on him. Quite literally. 

Other such incidents which added to a change in Buwaro's behavior followed with him getting into fights for money, him killing thieves and the like that plagued the roads and sea routes within the region, and fucking his way through several dozen people while on his travels. 

The last of his antics was something the fire demon had begun practicing after a drunken night with a bunch of other demons who had worked with him to take down a group of cultists looking to reignite the war. 

Buwaro had no idea what to feel after he was bodily dragged up to the room they were all staying in and then being stripped of his clothes, yet once his spade tail was yanked up and then his silky warm depths were plunged into by a cock way too big for his hole he found himself lusting after the pleasure that came with the pain of being filled to the brim. Being used by his companions all night long was something that Buwaro didn't think to question, not even after they all dumped him on the floor like a used sock following the last of their loads being pumped out of their empty balls. The goopy sensation of the various hot, cold, runny, and thick loads running down the side of his purple furred buns made up for the ache in his head and the tight, constrictive feeling inside his balls. Buwaro had apparently come several times during the intense encounter, though he couldn't have recalled when exactly. While he would have loved to remember such a thing, the alcohol running through of his blood prevented that from happening. Ultimately it didn't matter in the end, because following that day he would make it his business to find a new playmate to play with, the same as he would with every new town or city he journeyed into.

Powerbottom wasn't a word that Buwaro was familiar with but the definition most definitely matched his actions once he got his new playmate into the room he had rented. Kissing was something that the fire demon didn't do all that well, as the shape of his muzzle made it so that he ended up chewing on his current conquest's face as he ripped the two of them out of their clothes, yet most didn't complain about this, especially not after getting ahold of his tight, bubble butt. Buwaro never knew that part of his body could feel so sensitive, but once his lover of the hour got their hands on his rump and then began to squeeze he would be left shivering and then moaning in wanton need; his sheath would twitch and then pulse hard in between his legs as he was bent over and then drilled deep, something he always loved when held down by larger men.

Because of his new size however, Buwaro would usually find himself bouncing his hips up and down along the laps of whatever creature he happened to have fancied that evening, since very few could actually control him once his animalistic instincts decided to take control over their mating. It would take everything within him to keep from breathing a line of fire along the roof after his sensitive prostate was pounded against by the head of his lover's cock, but he usually kept himself in check, as the last thing he wanted to accidentally kill whoever he was playing with at the moment. With that said though Buwaro loved those men, usually demons, who could let him go all out on them as they slammed his muscular frame up and down along their laps hard enough to make stars pop in front of his eyes. His fiery roars would often light up the evening as he let out shout after shout of pleasure following his tapered cock jerking along the length of his belly, all the while his balls would reflexively clench over and over again as they release his pre-cum out from the tip of his demonic manhood. His lovers would usually give him a hand with his oncoming eruption by gripping the black stalk of flesh tight enough to keep him from coming before they did, a feat for which Buwaro both enjoyed and hated at the same time. And yet there was no denying that his orgasm felt a hundred times better once the man using him would hilt deep inside of his ass and then seed his burning hot inside with his molten load of cum. It wouldn't be more than a few seconds after this occurred when the fire demon would let out a howl of pleasure not long after as his own cock would jerk before spewing out a volcanic load onto both of their chests and throats. 

Being tossed off of his playmate's lap and then left with their oozing emissions running down the side of his tender ass was something that usually made Buwaro happy, as in the moment after he was left along he would be left fingering his gooey tailhole with the tip of his tail in order to wring out more pleasure for himself. Even now his tailhole twitched needily as he thought about being spread open once again by a cock thick enough to make his arms envious of their girth, he resisted palming himself off though, if only because he didn't want to hear those he passed by to complain about his lewd conduct while in their presence.

Fuckers. 

Luckily enough for his libido his angel would feel him to the brim once he got off of work. 

Asriel.

Buwaro purred to himself as he thought about the wind angel who had nearly sliced him in half on the day they had first met one another: their initial meeting had been an ill timed one, seeing as the fire demon had been on the run from a group of humans who had tried to forcibly remove him from his impromptu resting area. The injured fire demon had warned them to leave him alone, as he had been trying to recover from being thrown up by an enraged water demon he had fought while out at sea not more than three days prior, however the scared humans hadn't listened to his warning and so he had set several of them on fire. Not deep enough to kill, but the burns that remained would have been enough to leave them with some permanent reminders of who they had thought to try and threaten with their measly clubs and whatnot.

That the lot of them would return later on in greater numbers and with sharper weapons was something Buwaro hadn't been expecting, but truth be told he had never been opposed to a good scrap. The memory of cracking several skulls into the ground still made him chuckle, as the sound of bone being shattered was one that never failed to arouse the fire demon's lust for battle. Of course he let them get in a few good stabs, if only to make the massacre to come seem as though it was well warranted. Breathing a plume of fire across several of their lot and then watching them burn alive was a sight that always warmed Buwaro's black heart, as it reminded him that, yes, he was a creature worthy of being feared and reviled. This is what it meant to be a demon, after all. However after one of them had snuck up behind him and then cut his star pendant free from his throat in an attempt to chop off his head…

Yeah.

Thankfully the fire demon kept a small bit of a calming elixir within a cap he had punctured inside of one of his back teeth, so after he had ripped the group apart his fangs he had crushed the small container, thus letting the green mixture flood into his veins, and thus his mind. This had brought him back to enough sanity to allow him to pick up his father's medal and escape from the smoldering ruins of his hideaway as the last of the humans gurgled on his own blood. Asriel coming after him was to be expected, given how many of the winged creatures had become mercenaries who would hunt down demonkind when they got out of hand, as per the new governance created by the various rulers of the world following the end of the war. 

The banter between the two of them had been rather short, as Buwaro had no reason to deny the murders he had committed, though he was grateful that the wind angel had allowed him to finish his bottle of brew before they went at it outside of the little pub he had been staying at. Dancing the dance of death with the other had felt so good that Buwaro hadn't minded having his wings shredded by the angel's wind sickles following him conjuring them into existence. He paid the other back in return by breaking his own wings and then biting down into his arm hard enough to rend the flesh. Chewing and then devouring it had been a move made to scare the other into a retreat, however Asriel was a professional demon hunter, and so after channeling some magic into his arm to heal himself he had returned to the fight, his eyes glittering with the light of death. 

Buwaro knew that he was probably going to die right then, though instead of being frightened by such a happening he channeled all of the fire within himself and then lashed out at the shorter angel with all of the rudimentary martial arts techniques he had cultivated during his years of travel. The flicker of his flames burned like wildfire across the angel's jade hair as his claws ripped along the air where his head had been, while his legs scorched the space between them whenever he swept his leg at the other's head. A few shots were able to land along the other's face, discoloring his beautiful features with blood and soot, yet not one of his attacks put the angel onto his back, not even the one that made him violently snap his head to the side. Instead, the wind angel only seemed to become stronger as he whipped his silver rapier across Buwaro's body hard enough to cut through his ragged clothes down to his bones. The bite of the enchanted blade made the fire demon rage deep inside, however despite this he refused to surrender to the other. 

If he was going to die then he would take as much of the other with him on his trick back to hell.

The final blow was decided when, upon falling for a feinting maneuver, the wind angel got so close to him that their lips almost touched. Buwaro remembered coughing up his own blood after the angel stuck his sword through the back of his body. The knowledge that he had lost, that he would soon be no more had made him laugh out loud before he fell to the ground in defeat. As his eyes looked upon the other, he smirked at the wind angel to show him his acknowledgement of his superiority before darkness cast him down into the pits of oblivious. 

Given such information one might have thought that this would have been the end of the fire demon's story, but as it turned out this was not to be the case, as Buwaro so ineloquently found out as awoke to find his naked body having been chained to a wall inside a stone cellar covered in magical glyphs. 

The question as to why he was alive danced within his mind and then out of his mouth once Asriel appeared through a steel door leading into the room, however instead of answering his inquiries the angel decided to smack him across the face with a glowing whip he picked up off of a nearby table.

Buwaro didn't know what to think after feeling the kiss of the leather against his skin. While he had been beaten and bloodied and bruised to the point of near death hundreds of times before, that had been something else. The next smack of the whip stole his breath away, a feat that should have been impossible given how tough he was. The third finally caused him to strain against his metal restraints, while the fourth caused him to growl and hiss at the angel like a mad dog. 

The look on Asriel's face was completely sadistic as he spoke to him as though he were a common dog; the wind angel telling him that he could easily kill him made Buwaro's blood burn as he fought to get out of the enchanted chains holding him against a stone wall. However the whipping that came following the pale skinned angel was a painful admission that, yes, the other was in complete control of the situation, thus making Buwaro nothing more than an unruly animal that needed to be broken in. Because he had never experienced such brutality beforehand Buwaro snapped and snarled and howled out obscenities and promised threats until he began literally foaming at the mouth in rage. However after several days of his punishment, Asriel refused to allow him to leave his new home as he beat obedience into his mind, something changed within the fire demon. 

To this day Buwaro didn't know what had happened, but like a switch being flipped inside of his head his mind went from hating the pain he had been forced to endure to loving it. 

No. 

Craving it.

With every lash that sunk deep into his bleeding fur the fire demon found himself growing harder than he had ever been before, that he had been stripped down beforehand had made it so that Asriel could see the proof of his arousal firsthand as his sheath swelled and then released his cock for the angel's green eyes to bear witness to. A crack of the whip along his throbbing spire of flesh caused the fire demon to lose his breath, while another along his aching balls had him seeing stars. Over and over again Asriel would punish him with his enchanted whip, only stopping to take a break once it was coming clear that he was growing tired, yet after chugging down a few potions the wind angel would be right at it. 

Since he didn't really need to sleep Buwaro remained conscious all the while the angel broke him down. His mastery over his preferred weapon was such that the fire demon was left begging for more as he humped the musk covered air in front of him. It was after his mind began dancing on the edge of sanity that he made Buwaro promise. 

Promise to obey him. 

Promise to not cause trouble for anyone. 

Promise to worship and adore him. 

Promise to never leave his side.

And like the obedient dog that he was, Buwaro happily nodded his acceptance over his new master's commands after nearly a month of being used as a literally whipping boy. His glazed eyes danced with joy when his new master, seeing how broken he had become, released him from his chains and then stroked him along the side of his sweaty, bloodsoaked muzzle. The kiss he had received from the other was short and sweet, really only a peck on the lips in truth, yet after suffering for so long under such intensely erotic pain it felt like nirvana to the dazed demon. Being taken out of the room and then bathed before being put to bed was almost bizarre to Buwaro, and yet feeling his master cuddle up to him once he had been settled into place made everything seem right to him as he curled his much larger arms around the smaller wind angel's naked body. 

Sex of course happened afterwards, with Asriel showing Buwaro his new position between them as he made the demon ride his thick cock all the way to orgasm. The fact that his angel wasn't afraid to bite, scratch, and whisper harsh promises into his tattered ear only served to make Buwaro cum all the harder once Asriel had given him the command to spill his seed on their bed. Being whipped by the other afterwards became a point of pleasure instead of punishment after he accidently set part of the room on fire, but that was to be expected, given what the fire demon was, however in thinking that he could test the other's patience, Buwaro found that his angel would be truly sadistic. Having his cock locked away in an enchanted cage while the other stuck a buzzing toy inside of his ass was maddening, yet he restrained himself from barking or snapping at his master, as that would only make Asriel punish him even worse, as could be seen by him locking the other inside of the prison downstairs for days on end to think about who he had decided to snap his fangs at. Thankfully Buwaro was a quick learner, and before long he found himself nearly bending over backwards in order to comply with every order his master gave him, no matter how small or how strenuous it could be on himself.

Being trained to obey commands and attack when told while out on the battlefield was easy enough for the fire demon, as it was what he had been doing throughout most of his adult life, however being told to comfort those in need was something else entirely. He performed his duty well enough though when, after the two of them had strolled into a town being beset by other demons, Buwaro had protected a group of young angels who had been captured by the group in question. Killing his fellow demons was simple enough, as Asriel had taken him to a trainer who could polish his rough fisticuffs maneuvers into something that would make him nothing less than a living weapon in battle, yet calming down the terrified angels, hugging them, and then carrying them away to safety as Asriel dealt with their leader, was something else entirely. Even now Buwaro didn't know what to think about what he had been ordered to do such a thing, as it just didn't fit with the twistedness that lingered deep inside of his soul, though as he continued to perform such tasks in the months to follow it got easier for him to do, however he was never all that comfortable with such tasks when they involved teary eyed victims of brutal attacks, as tears...reminded him of a time he didn't want to remember.

Thankfully he and his master were 'off work' for the month, and so as he made his way down the street to one of his various workplaces the fire demon put the thoughts of helping others out of his mind in favor of all but dancing as he recalled everything his angel had done for him during their time together. From getting the diamond collar permanently secured around his neck which held his father's three medallions into place, to making him work to build his muscles to glorious perfection by lifting iron and hauling plows along the various farms dotting their home, Asriel had molded Buwaro into the perfect demonic companion for which he was always meant to become. Many demons attempted to bait him into a fight by telling him how pathetic he had become for allowing his angel to have such control over him, however instead of rising to strike the fool, something his master did not approve of, Buwaro simply flipped the lot of them off. 

After all, they were just jealous that they didn't have someone like his master to show them their place in the world. 

As Buwaro casually stepped into the alleyway behind the brown faded brick and mortar that housed his current place of employment, he almost howled with pleasure as he recalled how his master had used his butt as his personal cocksleeve before sending him off about his way earlier that day. Thankfully Asriel hadn't caged him the night before, because the last thing he wanted was to have his dick wrapped in magically laced gold tonight, and not just because it would have made his job all the harder to do, but because he didn't want the patrons inside to see the new gift his angel had given him in celebration of their fifth year together. That was only for him to see while he had Buwaro tied against their bed with his blindfold on.

Shaking his head free of such lewd thoughts, Buwaro knocked on the black painted door in front of him with the back of his well groomed paws; that his master had groomed him before he left the house him off about his way was the only reason they looked so nice, as the fire demon usually couldn't give a shit about his appearance. He didn't have to wait long before the slot was open and then he was let in; all the guards knew him, given how often he came to the establishment in question for work and so he didn't need to do anything more than flick his spaded tail across their barely covered groins before heading off about his way into the back. The feeling of the other fire demon smacking him along his left cheek made him hiss in want at the other. They were definitely going to fuck at the end of the night by the look in the other's golden eyes, something his master didn't mind, as knew what a slut the fire demon was and how his cock could only stem the ever burning fires of lust within his body. 

A quick change of clothes later, followed by him digging his fingers into his tailhole to scoop out some of the cum still dribbling down his crack and then painting his tongue with the frothy mixture, found the fire demon making his way out into the front area with a casual, almost predatory stride.

Grabbing the long metal rod set into the floor, he let his crimson eyes glow a dim red as the lights from the ceiling flashed across his body. Buwaro slowly rolled his meaty thighs together as he looked out across the crowd beneath him, the variety of demons, humans, angels and other creatures sitting out before him, all yearning to feel and taste and dominate his sensual form, made him chuckle. His plump package, already thich with his partially engorged cock, throbbed in anticipation for what was to come. Buwaro bit his lip to keep from growing fully erect, as that would steal away from the show he was about to put on. 

When the beating sound of the instruments started up a switch flipped within the fire demon's head. 

Pulling himself against the pole, Buwaro snickered as he began to slowly grate his hips against the dancing pole he was clinging onto. The muted gasps of those down below made his lips pull back from across his teeth as he carefully began to sway himself back and forth, all the while flexing his spade tipped tail over and around in an obvious come hither fashion. The whooping of many within the crowd made the fire demon laugh as he rolled himself around the thin metal pole several times over as though it were a demonic merry-go-round, all the while working to shake his ass for everyone to gawk at. Maintaining his balance was somewhat difficult to do given the heaviness of the horns atop his head but he managed not to fall on his plump ass in the end. 

After spinning himself around several times Buwaro came to a stop and then turned to face his audience. The world rolled around violently for several seconds before he closed his eyes and then lifted his head up to the ceiling. Setting his claws free from the rod behind him, the fire demon listened to those around him gasp as he dropped to the floor. The heavy thump of his massive two hundred plus pound frame hitting the palms of his hands against the wood echoed throughout the room for several seconds, but it was quickly drowned out by Buwaro letting out a fierce snarl. Silence erupted throughout the throne of creatures within the building as the fire demon prowled along the stage on his hands and knees, his lips shimmering with crimson and orange flames just begging to be released from out of his maw. Fiery crimson eyes opened with an ominous glow as Buwaro moved like a feral beast along the strip leading out into the room. 

Most of the humans present leaned back into their seat as they watched the predatory canine make his way forward, his tail snapping against the smoke covered air, however a few foolish souls attempted to make their way closer. Sensing them getting too close, Buwaro bit at the air in front of them, his long fangs making an audible clicking noise as he did so. This frightened all of the none demons into motionlessness, much to the fire demon's amusements, as no human wanted to test the might of an enraged demon, especially one that was on the prowl as he was right then.

Getting to the end of the ramp, Buwaro let out a loud canine howl of aggression, desire, and need as he rolled his groin forward with all of the subtlety of an oncoming train car. Musk, heavy and hot, rose up from off of the fire demon's body in literal waves as he lowered his horned head down and then began to pant like the beast he was. Rolling himself over, Buwaro ground his body against the air as spread his legs for his audience. His package, constricted by the tight thong he had strapped around his waist, twitched and then throbbed like mad as the fire demon reached down to begin stroking over the growing mass within. 

Buwaro moaned like a professional whore as he imagined himself being underneath the shadow of his lover's body; the strong hands of the man who he had long since arrested his self-control and whatever countered for a soul within him were mimicked by his other clawed hand moving over to caress his sweaty purple body. He whispered the name of his angel, too low for anyone to hear over the pounding beat of the music racing throughout the club, however it was audible to his ears and that's all that mattered, especially when he lifted his legs up. 

Thrusting his fat rump out, Buwaro made his onlookers watch as his rear end flexed in time with the drums being struck all around him. When one of his fingers moved down and then around to tight straps of the material, the fire demon toyed with them for several seconds before moving one of his clawed hands beyond the hidden valley being protected from the viewing public. He gasped when the tip of one of his claws touched his hot pucker. The audience went wild at this point, as several coins were tossed onto the stage where Buwaro was teasing the outer ring of his used tailhole. 

His tail caught one golden disk. 

The slithering appendage moved the coin around to its owner's bottom. Buwaro gasped as loudly as he could when he pressed it against his used rim. The individual who has tossed the money in question bounced up and down in his seat like mad as the fire demon rolled back around onto his hands and knees and then began shaking his fat ass at the crowd behind him, the coin pressed against his heated pucker stuck out like the end of a buttplug as he turned his head to wink at the onlookers. 

Once back at the pool, Buwaro grabbed the now heated metal and then pulled himself up until he stood on his naked feet once again. At this point the fire demon danced the night away, all the while blowing kisses and small heart shaped flames out of his muzzle to tease more money out of those gawking at him. By the time Buwaro's hour on stage was over with the ramp was littered with dozens upon dozens of multicolored coins, however Buwaro cared little about this as he walked his way beyond the current out of sight.