Devin went to bed after having the most powerful orgasm of his life at the start of the month, not realizing that by the end of it he would be taking a plunge into depths of evil. After he had watched that fox die after being raped by a horse, that he slipped into a deep sleep and dreamed that he was in an old cabin, way out in the wood that was long since abandoned. It was one he had visited before and that gave him the chills. But in his dream now, he felt warm, comforted despite the deteriorated structure looking like it could fall down at any moment. Standing in the middle of the larger living room, he saw the wolf, a nightmarish supernatural beast that was at least 7 feet tall. The monster wolf was all covered in all black fur, eyes yellow and piercing as if they shot through the young jackal’s soul and knew everything about him. 

Devin stood there before the wolf in awe of the powerful monster before him, but he didn’t have a single bit of fear with the encounter. He remembered the words and the voice of the wolf and had played them back in his head every day since having that dream. The white toothy cocky and arrogant grin on the wolf’s long muzzle “You’ve taken the first step of many. Don’t stop. Seek me, and be rewarded, pup.” That is when the jackal’s eyes slowly opened, he woke up rested, feeling good, feeling energetic and happy as the sunlight peeked in through the blinds on his window. 

Those words drove him every single day to discover the meaning behind them. He searched online for answers, finding hints here and there, but it was when he took a bike ride over to his local library and looked through the rare books section that he discovered something that had been sitting on a shelf, untouched, for countless years, resting, waiting for the young jackal to open it and absorb its words. The book was a relic from times long past, a gateway into the supernatural, to the occult. Night after night the young driven male read the words, looked at the imagery hand-drawn on the thick old pages.

It was there that he learned of a hellish beast, a NightmareWolf, a demon is what came to him in that dream. He discovered the beast was known through ancient times to be a violent lust-driven monster that would prey upon the young and vulnerable. He researched this monster further and found that there were even tales of villages that would offer a yearly sacrifice to the wolf in exchange for plentiful harvests at the end of the season before winter. There were warnings about ever trying to summon and make a deal with such a malevolent being. 

That of course sent him down the path of learning what was involved with summoning such a monster, the risks, the possible rewards. There was much to learn, and over the course of many days, he continued to plot and plan, having set a goal for Halloween night to summon the beast. He didn’t really understand why this deep need existed within him, just that it had to be done. He had this darkness within him and he was ready to embrace it, let it consume him in every possible way, and give himself over to it. The teen had never been so determined in all his life to go through with something as serious as this. 

Halfway through the month, he came across a summoning article that talked about presenting the spirit with a gift of some sort, something befitting that would be appreciated for the kind of being you were calling upon. There were other suggestions too, about taking pride in one’s appearance, being clean and freshly washed, filling the area with a pleasant scent like a nice insense, all kinds of good ideas. Devin thought hard about what he could bring to a demon, of course, the first thing that came to mind is what if he could bring him a boy to abuse. 

It’s not like you can just go down to the market and pick up a kid and take him home. It would be a tough thing to do, to snag a boy and offer him up to the demon, but it could be easier if it was done on the night when there are a LOT of little cubs out and about. Devin set himself to the task, plan and kidnap a boy, and feed him to a demon NightmareWolf. There was so much to do, not a lot of time either, just a week and a half away, the jackal needed to get things going. 

He took a weekend to head out to the cabin, to clean the place up a bit. He removed the broken table and chairs, cleaned up the glass from the broken windows, swept the floor, and much to his surprise when he pulled up an old moldy area rug from the floor he discovered a faded red pentagram on the floor. The teen felt a chill run down his spine, and it felt like a fingertip stroking him from the back of his neck all the way down to his tail base. It was clear, this place wasn’t some run-down cabin long since forgotten. This was hallowed ground. 

Just then the boy’s inner light crept up and he thought for a moment that he should stop this now before it goes any deeper. But that darkness in his gut, in his loins, started to tingle as he remembered how arousing it was watching that horse fully rail that fox to death and the pained sounds that came from the vulpine as it happened. The teen had to reach down and squeeze the slight bulge in the front of his pants, quickly dismissing any idea of stopping his evil plans, and continued to work and clean up the cabin. 

The big night came, Halloween, time to trick or treat, and he was going to go out and get himself a nice cute little treat. But this one is not for him to enjoy unless the demon would allow him the chance to have some sloppy seconds. The boys and girls were all out, happily going from door to door. Devin a few days prior had taken a walk through the neighborhoods late at night and spotted what street he was going to hunt upon. He only needed to bust out two of the street lights with his slingshot to darken the sidewalk enough that he could hide in wait in total darkness for an unattended boy to come by, and snag him without anyone catching sight of it. 

With the help of an old chloroform bottle he spotted out in grandpaws woodshed, all he would have to do is make sure to grab the boy quick before he could cry out, and once his lights were out, he could bag him and carry him off. It was a good plan, simple enough, not too complex which was good. The thing about simple plans is, oftentimes they work out pretty well. But unknown to Devin, he also had some extra luck on his side to help him succeed with his evil plans too. 

He waited there patiently, waiting for that voice in his head to tell him that this was the right one to grab, to take, to not be too greedy, to be cool and get the perfect one. It took nearly 30 minutes of waiting and being annoyed with how many parents were out protecting their cubs before he finally spotted a straggler, a boy that was off by himself. No one else was around him, no one was looking. Devin’s nose would flare open, he’d catch the scents in the air, his fur would stand on end as he became a predator ready to pounce. It was the first time he felt such a rush in all his life as he blindsided the boy, grabbing him with both hands, yanking him into the bushes as hard as he could, and slamming him down on the ground.

The teenager quickly topped the boy who let out a little yelp and then a muffled cry as the rag was shoved over his mouth and nose. Devin leaned in and used both hands to hold the boy’s face and head down, keeping the rag in place. 2, 3, 4, and 5 seconds later the cub’s arms went limp. Devin’s mouth ran dry all of a sudden as he felt that little body go limp, the kid was his now! He had won! Devin’s heart was beating so hard in his chest at that moment, his hands even shivered and shook as he pulled his duffle bag over and started to fit the cub into it after taping up his little muzzle so he couldn’t cry out for help. 

It took the jackal teenager a few extra minutes to calm down and relax before he could stand up with his bag, tossed over his shoulder and back, and carried the boy off into the woods, the shadows and darkness hiding the boy’s escape. Halfway into the trip to the cabin the boy woke up and started to whimper and cry, begging for help, crying, thrashing around in the bag he was trapped within. It took all of Devin’s self-control not to yank the bag open and abuse the kid right there in the woods. The jackal’s dick strained at his pants so hard knowing that he could get away with it too, but he kept thinking about the plan, and how pissed off he would be if someone gifted him an already broken fuck toy leaking semen. “Just keep it in your pants Devin, your time will come.” 

Once inside the cabin, he dropped the bag onto the floor and let the boy inside thud against it with a grunt. “Stop making so much noise, and don’t struggle, you tear my bag up I’m going to get REAL pissed off!” he gave the side of the bag a little warning kick with his foot “I’m serious!”. The prey inside it settled down, fearing what would happen to him if he continued to annoy the older boy. Devin got to work setting up the summoning in relative peace. 

He drew a circle around the pentagram on the floor with white chalk, and on the outside edge, he wrote various runes and symbols that were designed to bind the demon into that inner ring that was only a few feet in diameter. Then he drew a much larger circle around that which took up nearly all the space the room had to offer, and that was supposed to be ‘his’ space in a way, space the demon wouldn’t be allowed to enter but he could remain. There were many candles to set up and light, both along the outer circle and the inner one as well, but the inner circle got all the black candles. The teen set up burning incense piles which slowly smoldered and filled the room with a sweet enjoyable aroma. 

Devin knew the importance of getting this right, he couldn’t make any mistake, details mattered, and with that he referred to his notebook to go through his checklist of various items, making sure all the runes were correct and every candle was correctly spaced and numbered correctly. It seemed he was good to move to the next thing and that was the big gift. He went to the duffle bag and yanked the zipper down and the scared wide eyes of a young husky pup stared up at him, his face fur a little wet from his crying. The 9-year-old cub looked horrified, with his Knatman mask having slid off to the side of his head, but his body still wearing the rest of the holiday costume. 

The jackal warned the pup “Don’t fight, punch, kick, or bite at me, or I will seriously fuck you up, kid!” The threat and look on the jackal's face alone was enough to convince the boy that it was in his best interest to obey. Devin picked the boy up out of the duffle bag and set him down upon his knees. “Hold still and I won’t bind your arms too tight together.” He offered as he gently pulled the kid’s wrists behind his back and zip-tied them together. 

The whimpering boy asked, “Please I go home?” 

“Yeah, you can go home once we’re done here. I’ll take you home myself, but you just need to stay here like this, and not say anything at all first.” Devin mentioned as he tied the boy’s ankles together, removing his shoes and socks first, followed by that silly cheap mask. He left the rest of the cub’s costume on. Giving the boy a look over Devin growled a bit in annoyance and pulled out his fur brush and took care to groom the boy’s head fur and face a bit, getting him looking his best. “Lift your chin up a second.” He said and then gave the cub a single little shot of sandalwood scent right to his chest and neck. It’s the same scent that Devin enjoyed himself from time to time and thought it smelled nice. 

“Okay, time for me to get ready kid, don’t freak out on me, remember, you have to keep quiet, not say any words. You fuck this up, and I’m going get really fucking pissed off at you, and you don’t want that. “ The boy’s head sunk into his shoulders and he looked down at the floor. This was as good as a yes to Devin, who cleared the circle of the boy’s items and the bag. The jackal then started to take off his clothes, all of them, and the finally sliding into a thick plush black robe with a hood. He tied the belt around his waist loosely to keep the robe closed, and then fetched the old book that had been his guide on so many things so far. 

Stepping into the outer circle and then up to the inner one he opened the book and started to speak, but not in any language that bound boy understood. Devin started a dark demonic chant. The same words were spoken over and over again. The energy had to build, summonings like this normally took several people, but it was just the jackal doing all the work here. He continued to chant and walk around the inner circle in slow measured steps. Minutes past, 5, then 10, then 30. The jackal was in a trance, his mind and heart putting out all it could in the belief that he could bring forth the NightmareWolf. 

Soon the black candles would start to burn brighter and taller as the jackal walked past them. Slowly the jackal walked counter-clockwise around the inner circle in his robe, focused intently on the job he had to do. 45 minutes, then 60 minutes came, the jackal’s throat was starting to go dry, his voice was cracking a bit, but he continued on, feeling tingling and burning his legs and arms, but he wasn’t going to stop. The teenager was devoted to making this happen, he knew it would work, he just has to push a little bit longer. 

The pentagram on the floor started to pulse with red light, dimly at first and in time with the spoken words coming from the jackal. Devin moved to stand between the circle and the boy at the outer edge, and chanted the words louder, harder, faster! The pulsing increased with speed, the wind outside started to blow harder, Devin became even more excited at what he was seeing and closed the book in his hands, clutching it to his chest and holding it close as he continued his chant until the black candles blew out in a counter-clockwise circle, and then moments later a hissing sound from the floor which bumped and vibrated a bit under Devin’s pads, and he watched the inner circle fill up with a bright red circle, black inky whisps like smoke only thicker started to boil up out of it.

The whisps converged together, slowly blending into a form of the demon he wanted to summon. Standing before him now was the exact same grinning wolf that he saw in his dream. Devin felt the same warmth rush through his body as he did in that dream, the same calmness, not a single shred of fear at having a deadly murdering soul ripping demon was looking down upon him. The portal closed under NightmareWolf’s feet, and he stood there on the wooden floor with what looked like burn marks under his thick footpaw pads. The silence was broken by NightmareWolf “You’ve taken the first step of many young, Devin.”

The jackal’s eyes widened at the mention of his name. Of course, why didn’t he expect the demon to know his name? “Thank you, m..master.”


“Sooo… I am your master am I?” The demon growled and narrowed his eyes slightly. “Do you give yourself to me young one? Your heart, mind, body, and soul? For if you do, then I will indeed be your master.” 

“I… I apologize. I meant master as a symbol of respect, not ownership. Would you have me call you by something else?” Devin actually felt nervous at this moment, scared maybe, the last thing he wanted to do was offend and upset the very one he and worked so hard to meet, and not only that but to do it with the first thing he said. 

“Child. I know you more than yourself. Hrm, master is fitting given how lowly of a being you are compared to me.  But… you insult me, by BINDING me to this tiniest space. How do you claim to show me respect, if you do not allow me to even stretch my arms?” NightmareWolf extended his arm and pressed his palm and finger flat against an invisible barrier that was the edge of the inner circle. “After all this work, you think it’s wise to keep me caged, like an animal?”

“Yes master, I do think it is wise. Otherwise, there would be nothing to stop you from devouring me.” 

“You think I would devour a good little jackal like you? Especially one that has brought me a delicious looking meal take his place on my dinner plate.”

Devin took a step to the side and looked back at the wide-eyed shivering cub bound on his knees with his jaw hanging open, locked in place, frozen, unmoving in any way. “He is a gift for you, master. But not meant to take my place in any regard.”

“Mmmmm, a delicious looking morsel of a child to be sure. One that I would accept, but for the…” the demon knocked his knuckles upon the barrier. “..outside of my grasp. Just like you, now take off that robe, let me gaze upon my devoted little worshiper.”

Devin set the book carefully down upon the floor and took a step back from it, loosened his belt, let the robe part in the front, and as he slipped the hood off the back of his head, let it all drop to the floor behind his feet. Then he stood before the demon, in the nude, just like NightmareWolf was at this moment. The demon made the gesture with his finger for the teen to turn around that way he could see all the boy, and Devin of course obeyed. 


NightmareWolf didn’t hide his murr of approval at the body of his young worshiper. “It’s been 100s of years since I’ve had a devoted as young as you, Devin. Come to the edge of the circle, and kneel before me.”

Devin hesitated and shivered in anticipation as he took the first step toward the rest of his dark evil life. Standing before the 7 ft tall all blacked furred wolf, he felt small, weak, but looking at the demon he could feel the heat and strength pouring off his body, out of every bristle of fur. Devin dropped onto his knees together with a thud and sat back on his heels. “Yes, master?”

“I can see into your soul, see your path, and know what your life will bring. I know what your heart desires, I know what your loins lust for, I know what makes your muzzle salivate. You cannot hide anything from me, child. You have thought about this for days on end, so ask me, beg me, plead to me for what you want from me.” NightmareWolf spoke, looking down at the little mortal being with amusement. 

Swallowing the lump in his throat back, laying his ears down, and looking up at the lustful god towering over him at this moment, Devin knew just what thought had been going through his mind for so long. “Please master, I want to be a predator. I want to live the life of a predator, to be able to take what I want. I want to savor it, take from it everything, and leave nothing, share nothing, to consume my prey and satisfy every desire, every urge, to feast as my ancestors did. I beg you, master, please allow me to be this one thing, and I will devote myself to you. I may only be a pawn to you, but I will worship the very Earth you stand upon, if you accept me, and help me become what I want to be.” Devin bent forward, placing his head through the inner circle, pressing it down to the floor at the demon’s feet. 

NightmareWolf murred and felt his sheath stir quite a bit at the cherished heartfelt pleads of a young boy wanting to become strong and powerful and predatory just like him. The allure of power was strong, and normally only come from adult men, but when it’s a young child like this, well is what the demon loved most about being the embodiment of lust, pleasure, and slaughter. He lifted his foot and gently pressed it down over the face and muzzle of his latest little follower and gave an affectionate rub back and forth over the soft teenage features. 

“Good, the purest of pure, heartfelt begs, that is what gives us both strength. Mmmmm, it’s time for you to start your new life, Devin. You’ve dreamed since your early years of being a predator, and that hunger has only grown inside of you. I will set it free for you. The price, as you know, is your devotion, your soul, your entire being, will become an extension of me.” NightmareWolf added a bit of pressure onto the boy’s head and face and he could tell just by the way that Devin melted and relaxed under the weight of his foot, that the boy was going to accept. “Deal?” 

“Yes master… yes master… yes master.” Devin took in a deep breath and slowly exhaled it out. With his eyes closed, he blindly moved his hands up to the edge of the circle and rubbed away the markings of two of the runes, which broke the protective ring, the barrier faded, and nothing was keeping the demon confined any longer. 

NightmareWolf could have easily ended the boy at that moment, claimed his soul and that of the boy behind him. The thought did cross his mind, he had no promise or deal to allow the boy to live long, but there was more to gain out of grooming the teen into a dedicated little hell jackal, to teach him and allow him to slay and slaughter in the demon’s name. Yes Devin was going to have a long lucky predatory life, that much as already decided. Dragging his foot off the boy’s face he cast his eyes to the husky boy, frozen in time still, and licked his chops. Stepping over the top of the kneeling Jackal, the demon wolf approached the husky child and inspected him. 

Devin felt like he was freshly baptized in demonic power as the wolf stepped over the top of him. The monster knew him better than anyone, maybe he had been there the boy’s entire life, waiting for the moment when this day would come. The jackal didn’t have long to think before he raised his head and noticed the wolf taking interest in the gift that was still kneeling. Devin noticed the boy had not moved a single inch, made a single bit of noise this entire time. 

NightmareWolf bent down a bit and slipped his thumb into the boy’s open muzzle and rubbed his pad on the kid’s tongue, feeling the warm wet texture. “Mmmmmm, so soft, so delicate, so perfect.” Turning his head he looked back at Devin. “It’s a fine gift you’ve given me, Devin.” The wolf straightened up and stood tall. “This one will bring much pleasure to us. Young, tight, innocent prey is the best. Come here…” the demon extended a hand, and as the jackal came close NightmareWolf used that hand to gently cup the back of Devin’s neck and pull him closer like an affectionate father. 

“Let me show you, how much pleasure can be extracted out of your prey. Lets do this together, Devin.” The wolf narrowed his eyes and leaned in toward the jackal and tilted his head, his large muzzle opening to move down and around the teen’s face, closing down upon it and forcing his thick wet demon tongue into Devin’s muzzle and pushing it down his throat in the deepest most passionate lover’s kiss the boy had ever had in his life. It felt so hot, that tongue sliding so deep into his throat, down into his chest, into his stomach it felt like it went. Devin couldn’t open his eyes, he felt the warm hot breath against his face, the huge hand holding his head in place a warmth spreading down and through his entire body from the tips of his ears to the pads of his feet. It was a kiss he’d remember forever because it was that moment that the demon entered the jackal's soul and body. 

Devin inhaled sharply and blinked, as the demon was suddenly gone, and the husky boy was looking up at him with a worried expression on his cute little face “A..are you okay?” The cub asked. Devin quickly looked around the cabin, it was just him and the cub now. Devin paused for a moment and thought, recalling the entire interaction with NighmareWolf, every detail, every sensation, the encounter was minutes long, but did he imagine it? 

The jackal inhaled through his nose, and as he did, the scent of the husky boy entered into his brain, the pleasure centers lit up with activity as if he was orgasming while watching that snuff video again. The boy smelled so good that it sent tingles down his arms, legs, and his sheath was left to swell rapidly. ‘He is our’s Devin..’ an inner voice sounded off in his head ‘..we do this together.” Devin felt like he lost control of himself for a moment and he reached out with his hand and pushed his thumb into the husky cub’s muzzle and rubbed his thumb pad over the top of his tongue. When the boy tried to pull back Devin grabbed that lower jaw in his hand and snarled a lip to show his teeth as a warning. 

The young boy watched the jackal’s eye suddenly glow with a yellow light, and this scared the hell out of the boy even more who whimpered as his tongue was rubbed by that thumb even harder. Devin pulled his thumb free after a few more moments enjoying the warm softness and then moved behind the bound boy. The husky whimpered and tried to turn his head to see what the jackal was doing, but soon found his wrists and ankles were being released. 

Fear got the better of the pup who quickly stood up and intended to run but didn’t a single step away before Devin snagged the boy up around his waist and carried him over to the pentagram circle and slammed the boy down onto the floor with enough force to leave the boy winded and crying. With the prey stunned Devin set to work unwrapping his present, anxiously ripping the boy’s clothes off, using his claws where he had to, tearing those pants down with angry and needy growls. The cub kicked and flailed, but Devin and the demon inside him enjoyed the struggle. 

‘Yes Devin, he is weaker than you, easy prey to enjoy. Show him how strong you are, do it now!’ the voice demanded. Devin all on his own grabbed the boy by his throat and pulled him up to face to face, nose to nose, and growled at him as terror filled the husky pup’s eyes a second before Devin slammed the boy’s head down and bounced it off the floor so hard that the boy was left limp and barely awake. “Stay still, bitch!” Devin warned his cock fully out of his sheath and leaking with eager delight. The husky dare not move now with his head hurting so bad. 

Working the boy’s undies off and then the upper half of his costume was easier now, leaving the boy nude. Devin climbed on top of the boy and pressed his swollen teen dick right up against the boy’s soft silky sheath and balls and started to grind and enjoy that soft cubby fur. “Mmmmm, you’re a soft little puppy. I like that.” Devin said, with a bit deeper base in his voice as if the demon agreed and was speaking with him. “Wanna cry mommy and daddy now little boy? Beg them to come to rescue you?” Devin grabbed the boy’s wrists and pinned them down above his head as continued to dry hump the boy and worked himself closer to getting off simply on the feel of the fur and the intentional tormenting of the cub. 

The husky pup did beg, but Devin couldn’t hear the words, he was too focused on that pretty little face squinting in terror and the sound of fear in the boy’s voice. Devin was so pent up all month that he was willing to blow his load all over the kid’s front, and that is just what he did, grinding his hips down at just the right angle to leave his tip free to send arks of hot jackal teen spunk spurting up and over the kit’s stomach, chest, and even hitting his crying face on the first shot before painting down the front of his body with the rest of his first release. “UNNNGH FUCKING YES! Unnngh.. fuck yeah your fur is fan-fucking-tastic, oooh squirm, press against me harder kiddo!”

The poor boy was shocked when gooey white stuff had splattered all over his face. The boy had no clue what just happened, or how amazingly powerful of a climax the jackal just had, but one thing that he didn't understand is that the teen wasn’t done ‘playing’ with him yet. Devin pulled himself off the boy and stood up, grabbing the kid by his head fur and yanking him up to his knees. “Get up, on your knees you twerp.” He made sure to shake the kid’s head around a bit to keep him scared and trembling. “Put your arms down or I’ll fucking break them below the shoulders! Good.. now..” Devin released the boy’s head “..use that soft tongue and suck on my dick!”

Devin stood up and widened his stance, but when the boy didn’t jump too he had to shout “SUCK MY DICK!” and the pup gave a sharp cry and quickly brought his face up between the jackal’s legs, his muzzle went down taking in over half the teen’s pulsing prick and the young child started sucking on it. “Hahahahaaaa.. fucking yes!” Devin put both his hands on the boy’s head to hold him in place and started to gently fuck that kid’s face. “Yeah you got a good whore mouth kid. Let's feel that throat huh!” The jackal popped his hips forward with a firm hard thrust and pushed his knot between the puppy’s soft lips and the upper half of his dick right down the kid’s damn throat. 

“HAAAHAHAHHAA! Too much dick for you boy?” The jackal felt the boy choking and trying to pull back. “Here, let me help!” He pulled his hips back and then popped them forward just as hard and fast, again deepthroating the poor boy. “Did you catch your breath.. gotta be quick.. let's do again.. ready.. 1..2..3.. breath!” Devin pulled his hips back and just as the boy was taking a breath in he popped his hips forward, rammed his tip down the throat, spurted precum into the kid's windpipe, and cause a heavy coughing fit which felt just fucking great around his pulsing teen dick. 

‘Good Devin, his suffering brings us both joy, and pleasure, the way it was meant to be for real predators. Now, mount him. Take the purity away from him forever.’ The demon beckoned the jackal to do. Devin looked down into the boy’s teary little eyes which begged him for mercy as the teen continued to pump his swollen prick between those silken lips. After a few more moments of savoring the pure power he had over the younger boy, he dragged his leaking cock across the boy’s tongue, spurting his precum over the pink surface before finally withdrawing it from those lips. Of course, the last little spurt coated the boy’s lips and chin leaving him to lick the jackal’s juices from them. 

“You look so hot kid..” Devin murred and pressed his cock to the side of the boy’s muzzle. “What’s your name?”

“It’s J..Johnny! I don’t wanna do this no more, please can I go home how? I won’t tell anyone what you did, I promise!” Devin grin grew wider as he looked down into those eyes and believed the boy, he was so scared he’d agree to keep this rape a secret from everyone for the rest of his life. Peering into his prey’s soul and licking his lips he thought about all the different ways he could rape the boy now, take him, use his body for sinful pleasure and lust. 

“Mmmm, I know you won’t, I can see it in your eyes. But before I let you go home, there are just a few more things I’m going to do to you…” reaching down the jackal wrapped his fingers around his dripping cock “..I’m going to put this, all the way up into your body, and you’re going to squeeze it hard as you can.”

“I don’t wanna though!!!”

Devin’s fur stood up on the back of his neck as he started to lower down, pressing the boy onto his back, hands on the kid’s shoulders, his weight leaning in over him to hold him down as the husky pup turned his head to the side to close his eyes and howl in fear. Devin lowered down and sniffed that crying cub’s face, licking it, tasting of the fear as he licked down the child’s tender neck fur, snarling a lip as part of him wanted to bite the vulnerable throat right now. The teen’s bare body ground down against the young boy, feeling the slickened fur from the orgasm he shot across his chest earlier. 

Reaching down with one hand Devin grabbed the boy’s left leg, and lifted it up and his shoulder, and then repeated the same thing with the right one, keeping his position over the child and folded him in half to expose that tight little bottom. “I’m gonna get inside you little boy. It’s gonna feel gooooood!” Devin would coo. It felt like a big warm hand was stroking his cock at this moment as he lowered his hips and started to take aim at that left, flexing his cock up into that soft warm rear end, working his tip around blindly and without any hands, trying to find the mark. The teen never took his eyes off the face of his victim, he relished seeing every little facial contortion of fear and discomfort as he got his cock into position.

That pointed cock finally found its mark and kissed up against that tight little ring. It was like electricity shot through him at that moment, making his dick spit precum against that hole. “Open your eyes Johnny, look at me.” Devin said. “Look at me Johnny or I’ll make this even worse on you.” The jackal warned in a gleeful tone. That threat did the trick in getting the husky to turn his head and look into the predator’s eyes above him. “Stare into my eyes, and don’t look away. This is your special moment, the moment when I take your purity from you. Are you ready, Johnny?”

A long whimper was followed by an honest “Nooooo!” 

“Mmmmm, good.” Licking his chops the teenager pushed his hips forward slowly, letting the pressure build, his eyes staring down into those of the boy, holding that unblinking lock as his pointed cock tip made easy work of slipping past that tightly clenched ring. The husky gasped at the slight penetration, tears welling up in those pretty brown eyes as the jackal’s cock slowly sunk into that vulnerable body. By the second inch, it was thick enough to stretch that tiny opening and draw a gasp from the puppy. “Good boy, relax your body, accept me into it. Tell me, how’s it feel to have someone else inside you? Does it feel good, Johnny?”

The husky pup whined “It.. feels.. weird! I.. I don’t like it!” That boy knew enough to keep his arms at his sides during this event, and not test the waters by struggling too much against the older teen boy. Devin continues the slow insertion of his dick into the boy, the pressure steady, the speed of his ingress constant, until his semi swollen knot finally pressed against that stretched little boy pucker. “Oh gods.. what’s that?” 

“Heh heh heh.. that’s my knot. It’s big and swollen, it’s the last thing I’m going to put inside you, just before I finish you off. When I put it in you, it’s gonna feel so good. Mmmmm, my dick is all up inside you Johnny. Now I’m gonna fuck you. You ready?”

A long whimper was followed by an honest “Noooooooooooooooo!” and the boy shuddering, his rectum and anus clenching around that invading cock. Devin pulled his cock halfway back out, and pushed it back in, and started a nice steady pace of fucking the boy. Keeping his cock in steady motion was the key to this gentle rape he was inflicting at the moment. 

‘Yesssssssss, Devin! Look into those eyes and see the humiliation and shame wash over his express, his eyes. He cries no, but his body is squirming to say yesssssssss!’ Devin looked down to find the pup’s little dick extended out of his sheath, pink and slick, and so perfect. “Oh Johnny, you can deny it, it feels good to have someone else’s dick inside your body. You’re all hard, it feels good. You can’t hide it from me. You’re a dirty boy, enjoying what I’m doing to you right now, heh heh heh! Rub my chest and tell me I’m the best.” 

Johnny was panting softly and whimpering with every other breath as the jackal continued to softly rape him with that dick, making his insides tingle in a way that boy didn’t like, but he couldn’t deny. The husky did as he was told, lifting his hand up to rub the chest and shoulders of his rapist that was actively fucking him. “Y..you’re the best!” the boy would gasp as that cock would stroke over his little prostate pleasure button deep inside his body. Of course, he didn’t know what it was, just that it felt good every time the older boy pushed it in deep. 

‘Put your knot into the boy Devin, and I will finish him off and let you spill our cum into him together.’ NightmareWolf. Devin closed his eyes and flexed his cock, grinding his knot against the boy. His eyes opening when the boy let out a panicked cry of fear. Devin opened his eyes and before both of them stood the demon wolf, cock in hand being stroked, looking down at the scene happening inside the pentagram circle. “Masterrrrrrr!” Devin felt the warmth washing over his face, neck, back, chest, down his arms, and through his loins as he grabbed Johnny’s little hips and pulled the boy into his hips and pressed forward, caving that little tailhole inward until it finally spread wide enough around him that his swollen knot slipped inside. 

Devin gave a loud groan of pleasure, almost howling with how amazing it felt to be knot deep in his first cub. There was no stopping Devin’s release now, the tight heated embrace around his knot was too much. NightmareWolf saw his little underline losing control, and slowed down the pleasured rush of the jackal’s seed to make the sensation and pleasure last longer. ‘Watch Devin, it’s time this child fed us.’ The demon wolf said, lifting his right foot up, the broad massive dark plump pads flexing in anticipation as they moved over the child’s upturned face. 

Poor Johnny’s tailhole was still flexing and clamping around the back of the jackal’s swollen knot, and he couldn’t speak as his eyes looked up at the underside of that raised footpaw that hovered over his face. The big bad wolf was going to step on him, and he couldn’t move, he couldn’t cry out. NightmareWolf lowered the paw with achingly slow speed and forced Johnny’s head to turn to the side as his pads slowly compressed and molded around the young cub’s muzzle, and nose, and pinned his whole head down to the pentagram painted floor. 

Devin couldn’t move, he was locked in place, his penis swelling, pulsing, time was moving so slowly, every second seemed like 10 of them, the pleasure of being in mid climax lasting for so long it was unlike any jerk off climax he felt, this was millions of times better. His little predator brain was lighting up with arousal and pleasure in so many new ways. The teenager watched Johnny’s face disappear under that footpaw, and he half expected to see an explosion of blood and gore from the boy’s head being squashed, but that didn’t come. Devin looked up to the grinning confident gaze of his master from above, who was looking down at him rather than the boy. NightmareWolf was more interested in Devin’s corrupting pleasure than the suffering of the boy under his paw. 

‘Feel the boy’s final moments. The grip of his rectum around your knotted cock. The shiver of his shaking body panicking as he can't breathe. The desperation of his soul still wanting to exist. Bask and relish in the power you have, taking it all away from him now. You, Devin, you are murdering the boy, and you’re getting off so damn hard while you do it. I’m so proud of you boy! Let your inner predator feast!” Devin felt a surge of power rush from deep in his loins, through the rest of his body, his arms and legs feeling stronger than ever before. He curls his fingers, pressing his claws through the husky’s soft pelt, into the meat of his hips and pulls the body closer to him as his claws extend longer, deeper, widening the wounds and securing his grip. 

The jackal’s tongue hangs out of his mouth, growing longer and wider as he pants and huffs, sucking the air out of the room. It feels like his dick is bulging, thickening, growing longer inside the husky, his cock tip soon bottoming the little boy out, those insides becoming even tighter than before. The pleasure rushing through Devin’s loins is enhanced by the dark demonic powers shared with him, making the rape and defiling of this child even more potent. His knot swells to twice its normal size causing that husky butt to rip and tear, a loud screaming cry of agony left muffled by the wolf’s footpaw compressing that little face. 

Devin didn’t care, the boy could suffer for a bit, it wouldn’t be much longer he’d have to live in agony. But the rush of cum coming through his loins, it took far longer to happen than anything he felt before. Devin ground his hips forward, forcing every last possible inch of his jackal cock into his victim's underage body. He wanted more, more pleasure for him, more suffering for his prey. ‘Do it, Devin. End the boy!’ the demon encouraged. 

The teen was shaking as he felt the burning hot semen pushing up through the root of his cock now, he wanted to expel the heavy load into the boy with as much force as he could bring to bear. Gritting his teeth, focusing all his strength, he growled out a demonic roar that could be heard upon multiple planes of existence. As that hot burning load of jackal cum surged up his swollen dick, so came with it larger demon cock spikes which would spring out on four sides of his cock and pierce the boy’s inner walls to hold him in place even better and fill him with that extra little bit of horrific pain. 

The load had made it halfway up Devin’s cock when the demon wolf slowly lifted his foot straight up and off the cub’s face. Devin’s eyes focused on the boy’s throat, his target. Every feral instinct within him came forth, and Devin drove his head down with as much speed and purpose as he could bring. His head tilting to the side, his jaws opening with long strings of saliva between his teeth and tongue. The hot ejaculate just starting to come up to the head of his prick as his mouth moved over the husky’s exposed throat. As soon as that soft cub fur was felt on Devin’s tongue, his jaws snapped closed with the force of a bear trap, and he wasn’t going to let go. 

Devin’s piss slit opened and out of it shot a massive line of hot white jackal teen spunk in the same moment that puppy blood hit the teen’s tongue. The jackal’s eyes remained open, as his jaws clenched harder, his hips bucked forward, his claws yanked that body against him better. The jackal’s climax continued in slow motion, allowing him to savor every single moment, from the slowing finish of that first lance of semen to the momentary lull before his body contracted again, and another surge of hot DNA was injected into the puppy’s insides. 

The jackal relaxed his jaw just enough to press his mouth harder into that throat and take a harder deeper bite upon it before dragging the boy’s head up and off the floor. Devin looked like a feral animal at that moment, dick being knot deep, holding and biting the throat of his prey which screamed and weakly thrashed in the heat of the moment while his body was used to satisfy so many primal urges at the same time. On the 4th squirt of hot jackal ejaculate, Devin closed his eyes and clenched his jaw to the point of straining the joints, but it wasn’t his jaw that gave a loud crunching crack, but the boy’s neck. Devin in that split second consecrated himself as a minion to the demon, to be in his service for the remainder of his life, having just extinguished the young boy pup of his own. 

NightmareWolf tipped his head back and climaxed through his own hand and fist, shooting massive ropes of hot wolf cum over the back of Johny’s head, as well as Devin’s face. “Yesssssss Devin, satisfy your needs, take from him what you desire. This is what it is to slaughter!” the demon praised the display happing in front of him for a few moments longer before again vanishing out of the mortal plane of existence. 

Devin groaned as he spits the boy’s throat out of his mouth, the inside of his muzzle soaked in blood from the ripped sides of his neck. The boy’s tight ass remained locked on his knot, and no amount of pulling was going to free him of this tie, any movement at all at this point caused the teen to be overstimulated and to ache. “Ooohh.. you little fucking pup! Ungh, good thing you’re dead or I’d beat you to death right now!” Devin hissed. 

‘Heh heh… remember Devin, only knot your prey, when you can stand to wait out the tie.’ The demon wolf voiced into the jackal’s head. 

“Yes, master! Please, stay with me, master. Don’t leave me now.”

‘I will be with you always my sweet little jackal. Always. Now relax, enjoy your afterglow. Get home safe. We have much more havoc to inflict upon the world together.’

“Yes, my master! I will!” Devin relaxed his claws out of the hips of the dead husky tied to his dick. Looking down at the lifeless body, he closed his eyes. As he did he continued to see the inside of the cabin but it was cast in a blue hue of color. He watched the demon wolf stand there with a ghostly outline of Johnny’s soul laying over his shoulder, limp and unconscious for now. The wolf slowly stroked his hand over the boy’s ass which Devin just enjoyed. Devin understood that he would be allowed to savor the mortal body, but the souls belonged to the demon.

Opening his eyes a moment later he felt his knot slip free of that tight tailhole along with the rest of his cock. “Unnngh fuck yeah!” Free of his prey, Devin reached a hand down to stroke and rub the husky’s belly and chest. “Master is going to enjoy you now boy. He might enjoy you more than I did. But down worry, I won’t forget you. My first.”