One Year – Buwaro's Hours

Buwaro approached his master, and immediately removed his gag. Pulled off the leather muzzle that for the last couple of hours had bound his face, and then swiftly afterwards started to let Kiba out of his manacles.

He giggled as the wolf stumbled forward from the wall, free and able to move for the first time since just after midnight.

"So, what do you want to do?"

Bouncing upon the soles of his paws, Buwaro beamed at Kiba while the black furred wolf just stared at him in confusion and frankly given the last eight ours of denial to which he had been subjected, in suspicion and disbelief. Madarao was still hovering close by, watching the unfolding scene with a curious smile of his own, but he seemed to be taking no direct part in this. He wasn't coaching Buwaro. He wasn't telling the other demon how to act or react to Kiba's state of being or of mind. This all seemed to be coming from the purple demon himself.

"I... I want to cum."

Kiba confessed the truth, terrified that at any moment he would be forced back into the manacles and abandoned once again. That this was all some trick to get him to confess the urgency of his desire, maybe even attempt to act on it. At that moment he realised that he in fact could act on it, and before he could even think about what might happen or attempt to restrain himself, he'd wrapped a trembling black furred hand around his aching cock. He stroked it once. Just once, and almost fell to his knees at how sensitive and incredible it felt. His eyes darted to Madarao, then to Buwaro himself, expecting anger or at the very least disapproval. Madarao was just watching with a growing grin though, and Buwaro was casually stroking his cock as he watched Kiba holding so desperately onto his own.

Neither of them said anything. Neither of them tried to stop him. So... why wasn't he just jerking himself off? Why was his hand utterly motionless upon his own erection?

"Please. I want to cum."

He looked at Buwaro with a whimper, shuddering as he felt pre-cum oozing from the tip of his cock and dripping onto the floor. The demon grinned, so warm and genuine as he nodded at Kiba, but in the same way desperately infuriating.

"I know you do. So?"

He gestured.

"Do it."

Only then did his gaze grow more intense and sultry. Only then did he lick his lips just as he had seen Madarao do so many times over the last few hours.

"Or... ask me to do it."

He took a single step forward.

"Beg me. And... I won't say no. I won't tease you. I won't deny you. I won't limit you in any way."

There was something hiding just beneath the surface of the demon's voice. Something unfamiliar in its intensity. It didn't sound anything like Madarao's taunting and commanding tone, but it was unlike almost anything Buwaro had said to Kiba in the past. Normally the purple furred demon was so eager, so delighted to be presented with whatever extremes of stimulation and pleasure that his master was to offer him that the only tone to his voice was pleasure stricken joy. But this... it was almost like... greed. Or perhaps better suited, gluttony.

The anticipation of it. The expectation hanging thick in the air, and heavy in his words.

Kiba whimpered, and despite not knowing what would come of it he did exactly as his new master asked. He dropped to his knees upon the basement floor... and he begged.

"Please. Make me cum. A-any way... any way you want, Bu... please. Just make it happen."

Buwaro giggled. He looked over his shoulder at Madarao, and with a warm, almost proud smile spread over his face the other demon swept a paw forward as though urging his fellow pet onward.

"I'm here if you need me for anything, Bu. But... you know what you want. So, take it."

And then, with another giggle and a shrill, gleeful whine of excitement, the demon did so.

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"Aaaahhhhyesssssssss!"

An hour later, Buwaro squealed in ecstasy as his cock strained and let loose its load deep inside the stretched, sticky interior of Kiba's already well worked ass. They were still in the basement, still almost on the very same spot in fact where Kiba had dropped to his knees and begged to the purple demon some sixty minutes ago. But other than that, the two of them and the scene set around them was practically unrecognisable. Buwaro's face was wild and untamed, his muzzle hanging open and loud, savage gasps and pants escaping him as he hunched over where Kiba lay on all fours. The demon's lean, spear-tipped tail twitched and thrashed in the air as his hips slammed against the wolf's ass with heavy slaps and the wet slurping of his cock inside his lupine lover. His hair hung over his face in a sweat-matted mop, and his long clawed fingertips were digging into the flesh of Kiba's shoulders to grant himself purchase for his ceaseless, tireless thrusting.

The black wolf's body meanwhile was a mess of a very different kind. While Buwaro's face bore the brunt of the visible transformation which he had undergone over the last hour, it was in Kiba's hindquarters where the truth lay. Cum glistened down the insides of his thighs and pooled between his legs where it dripped from the sloppy seal between his ass and Buwaro's ceaselessly thrusting, throbbing cock. Yet more streaks of white peppered the ground between Kiba's trembling arms and where his own gasping, grunting head hung, and even now more were joining them as between fatigued whines the wolf's seventh orgasm of the hour stained the basement floor with no end yet in sight.

Where Madarao had made him wait, had denied him satisfaction, Buwaro was unintentionally cruel in his excess. Never before had the less experienced demon known such freedom. He had gone from a life barely knowing that sexuality existed to one where it was controlled and dictated to him by his master. Sure he had free time where he could toy with himself or Madarao as he wished, but those times were fragmented and unpredictable. This however was eight pre-defined hours or not just freedom, but control. A chance for Buwaro to do what he wanted to do for as long as he could, and with no option for his master to tell him otherwise.

And quite simply, what Buwaro wished to do with that time, was cum.

To give his demonic body a chance to make up all the lost time of which it had failed to take advantage in the past, and test the extremes of his own sexual potency.

A potency which, as it turned out, was beyond anything that even Kiba had ever found reason to test within his beloved pet.

"Don't stop..."

He whined pleadingly, but with greedy confidence too towards the wolf trembling beneath him, removing one hand from Kiba's left shoulder and instead bringing it to bear beneath the mortal male. He wrapped that hand around the base of Kiba's knotted cock and began to milk and squeeze it as hard as he could, eyes rolling in their sockets and a desperately joyous gurgle slipping from his lips when the excess stimulation caused even Kiba's loosened ass to clench violently and tightly around him.

"Cum with me again!"

He howled with euphoric laughter as he climaxed yet again, flooding the wolf's ass with yet more of the copious seed dripping out from between them and lubricating all the thrusts yet to come. Beneath him he felt Kiba thrash, he felt the wolf's arms give way for what wasn't the first time, and with an almost shriekingly intense yelp of agonised euphoria drove his lover to yet another near back-to-back, utterly over-stimulated and uncontrolled climax.

"A-and again. And... oohhhyes, again."

Another hour passed. And another.

Kiba lay on a metal table in a different section of the basement, bound again by wrists and ankles, a thick red ball-gag muffling his desperate wails as Buwaro bounced giddily up and down upon his cock. The demon's immortal, near invulnerable body was stretched to unbelievable extremes as he thrust himself down upon the wolf's thickly knotted erection, only to drag himself up and off of it again with a thick pop and a deliciously wet slurping. Each time he landed hard upon Kiba's hips and felt the wolf's tender cock probe at his prostate, Buwaro's own erection flexed urgently. He gave a giggling wail of joy, and raced ever closer to the next in his seemingly endless line of peaks. By this point the once black fur of the wolf's chest and stomach was more a shimmering silver, the white of his cum having turned the once fluffy and lush black fur into a matted slick of countless strands that had long since formed pools, soaking into the fur and then resting atop when it found itself saturated to capacity.

Close by, floating and watching out of one eye, Madarao didn't interfere with the exceptional job his less experienced but naturally gifted demonic companion was doing. He simply rested curled up in a circle of his own ethereal form, murmuring happily as he suckled on his own knotted black shaft, muzzle wrapped around the entirety of his member and happily guzzling down every load that he spilled while watching the show.

Of course, while Buwaro and Madarao alike possessed supernaturally enhanced gifts to maintain their stamina, Kiba's gifts were mortal and thus less everlasting by their very nature. There came a time when he simply could not bear any more pleasure, and his overwhelmed cries of over-stimulated ecstasy became pleading yelps of outright anguish. At this point, and this point alone, Buwaro stopped.

With one last thick pop, and one final yelp from Kiba, he pulled himself off the wolf's knot and bent down low over the male whose fatigued form he was straddling.

"Do you want me to stop?"

Kiba didn't answer, just moaned as best he could around the gag. Buwaro giggled, unfastened the straps holding the ball-gag in place, then repeated the question. Kiba's mouth fell wide open, as if the gag was still present, and he gurgled loudly. Buwaro blushed. He thought he knew what the wolf was asking, but... was it just wishful thinking?

"G-go on... master."

Weakly, his voice both gravelly and barely a whisper at the same time, Kiba whimpered to the demon straddling him.

"You know you want to. A-and... you know I want... I need you to."

He shuddered, closed his mouth for a moment to swallow thickly, then opened it again.

"You're taking what you want. Y-you're giving me... oh, fuck. So much I could never have asked for. So... don't stop, Bu."

He licked his lips, and though his hands were locked to the table, he was still able to reach out where they rested by his sides and just barely caress the other edges of Buwaro's legs resting either side of his torso.

"Don't let me stop."

Buwaro smiled down at his master. Or right now, at his very own pet. He crawled forward upon the table, and before long was sitting astride Kiba's chest, murmuring happily as he held his cock out and the wolf willingly, eagerly licked it all over before finally taking it hungrily into his muzzle.

"You won't stop, master..."

He murmured to Kiba tenderly, reaching out with the hand not wrapped around the base of his shaft and tousling the wolf's headfur, scratching him affectionately behind the ears.

"I know you can last. I know you can keep up. You have to."

From around the demon's cock, Kiba murmured in a mixture of gratitude at the more tender, less insistent rocking of Buwaro's hips, and curiosity regarding his lover's words. Buwaro giggled once again.

"Why do I know? Because... you said we'd get to have you to ourselves all day. That means Mad for eight hours. Me for eight... and then eight for both of us together."

Kiba's eyes widened, and a muffled whimper escaped from around his cock. Again Buwaro laughed affectionately, but with that same note of gluttonous excitement behind every note.

"You didn't think we were going to let you sleep today... let you waste any hours on anything but us, did you?"

He began to thrust faster. The hand gently stroking Kiba's head took a tuft of his short headfur in its fingers, and began to work the wolf's face back and forth more rapidly against his swiftly intensifying strokes.

"A-ah... that's so silly. I learned from you, master. When you have a chance for fun... for pleasure, you take it. You don't waste it. You make the most... t-the absolute most, of every last hour. Every minute. Every second. So... you promised yourself to us for a day. And we know that because you're a man of your word, you'd want us to help you keep that promise. Right?"

By Jeeves