The Demon Inside, Pt.01

It tore him away from reality as the demonic changes settled into him, his cocks aching with every spurt of cum splattering his belly and dripping back down his dicks, practically streaming over the tentacles. His balls pounded, the tight pull of sensation resounding through them, his mind struggling to make sense of it all. Yet the dragon would have plenty more time indeed to make sense of everything that was happening to him as he allowed lustful interlude after interlude to wash over him.

A world of sexual pleasure lay ahead -- and not only with Fyr, as Carenath may have initially expected, on getting to know her. For the family group, it would only be all the better in the end.

Ropes squeezed his cocks with his tentacle, though his mind was on his own orgasm. He ground into the dragon, revelling in his own power, yet, for him, it was something about the sharing of that power, in transformation, that did it for him. Maybe it was a kink of sorts or perhaps he just liked sowing more chaotic seeds of lust: but it was as it was.

Grinding in coarsely, thrust after thrust, he panted heavily, his black lips pulling back from his teeth. His barbs raised a little more, though they were still soft enough to not cause any harm within Carenath's sensitive tail hole, and he raked in raspy breath after breath as he pounded the drake.

Each stroke brought him closer, a warm, insistent glow spreading through his body. As demonic as his lust was, it was at moments like that the cougar may well have thought his arousal was holy in origin -- and yet it could never be so. Yet the sweeping of bliss was sheer and heavenly as he finally tipped over the edge, locking in Carenath's demonic transformation and his new abilities, though the dragon would always be beholden to the cougar.

The dragon moaned under him as Ropes unloaded inside him, though the cougar's orgasm was not quite as powerful as the one he'd forced upon Car. That was part of the transformation, the explosion of change, and he didn't mind that he didn't get to experience quite the same that time. He was too busy spending every drop of cum he had to give at that time inside the dragon's ass, slamming his hips all the way up to the dragon's backside and remaining there, shuddering.

"Mmm..."

Things changed in that moment, though all in a way that would benefit them. Of course, Fyr wouldn't see it coming, not fully -- but that was all part of the fun of it. All in "stealing" away her interest -- Ropes honestly didn't know how far she and the dragon had gone and neither did he care. But she'd get some fun too, while he commanded control of his family and spread his demonic influence just a little further. Only the coming years would tell just how far that was going to go.

Pulling out, Ropes sprawled out on his bed and pushed Carenath away with a lazy growl and shove of his tentacles. Far from being put out at being dismissed so quickly, the dragon merely laughed and hopped up, though he was a little shakier on his legs than he would have liked. He tested his wings and the swing of his tail, his two cocks still hard after orgasm as if he had never cum at all.

"Jeez... Guess I got some stamina now."

He grinned back at the cougar before heading out of the bedroom, tugging away the last scraps of clothes from his body so he was entirely naked. The shreds didn't look good on him anyway.

He opened and closed one paw into a fist, revelling in the new strength surging through him. Everything just seemed so much lighter, like it took a great deal less effort to do things! His body had changed and he ran his fingers up both of his dicks in turn, stifling a groan at how over sensitive they still were.

To be continued in part two of three...