The Generosity of Demons

As Kiba entered the chamber where his captives were held, they couldn't have seemed more different. Pinned to the left wall, held in place by three solid beams of violet light across his wrists and neck, the glowing white, wispy form of the demon wolf thrashed and snarled. As he saw the dark furred wolf entered, Madarao let loose a howl of frustration.

"You! Are you responsible for bringing me here? I demand to know why. Let me go at once! I do not belong in this place. This world!"

On the far side of the chamber, similarly pinned to the right hand wall with glowing beams of light around his wrists, ankles and neck, was a bipedal demon; more youthful looking than Kiba, but perhaps only by a few years. He bore sharp clawed tips to his hands and feet, and two large horns above a lush crop of white hair, but slightly less intimidating was the lilac coloured fur that coated his body and the peaceful, calm smile upon his face.

"Maybe you should tell him. I'd quite like to know myself. Though... I don't see how shouting about it is going to help the situation."

Kiba smirked, glancing between the two very different demons but saying nothing as he padded towards the far side of the room. He placed a hand upon the smooth metal of the wall, and out of nowhere a control panel seemed to phase into being. He tapped it once, and two thick panes of glass appeared; forming a corridor between himself and the entrance to the room, and two chambers which housed the captive demons. The black wolf tapped a few more buttons on the panel before him, smirking as he heard the faint but now muffled howls of rage and frustration from the ghostly wolf to his left. Buwaro, the right hand demon, was right. Shouting about it was going to do nothing to improve the situation. It was Kiba who was going to do that for both demons, making sure that escape, or freedom, or any sort of vengeance upon him was the last thing on their minds.

Tapping at another button upon the panel, the wolf gave a soft, satisfied growl of his own as he heard a motor whirring somewhere deep inside the complex, and saw out of the corners of his eyes a pink mist beginning to pour out from the ventilation systems within each of the demon's glass and metal cells. Of course neither of these demons were technically alive, so neither one of them had any need to breath. But still he saw both of them instinctively closing their mouths as the pastel hued cloud enveloped them one by one.

As the chambers were filled completely by the billowing gas, blocking the two figures' view of Kiba, the black furred wolf stepped away from the control panel and reached for the buttons of his crisp white shirt. He unbuttoned them calmly, removed the shirt and tossed it to the ground. With the same deliberateness and a warm smile crossing his face all the while, he began to unfasten the belt holding his dark trousers in place. The button and zipper soon followed suite, and less than thirty seconds later Kiba was kicking off his boxer shorts onto the pile of his clothes, revealing his now naked body in all its glory.

Returning to the control panel, Kiba tapped a single button and two large fans began to whirr into life. The residual gas was hurriedly swept away, and even as its final pink trails were removed from the two cells, the glass dividers phased away again like they'd never been there.

Kiba glanced from left to right once more, and growled happily. His right hand fell down between his legs, and squeezed at the already thickening black furred sheath that awaited him there as he looked at the two now much more placid-looking demons. The wolf cleared his throat, and addressed them both in a firm, commanding tone only slightly influenced by the pleasure he was provoking by rubbing at his sheath.

"You are mine now. Your minds. Your hearts."

Buwaro giggled instantly. His eyes were still glazed over, the gas having swept away all his restraint and fear, leaving a perfectly malleable and suggestible consciousness just waiting to be told how to act and feel. Kiba looked towards him, and licked his lips as he gazed at the tented bulge in the demon's red trousers.

"The lust you feel, it demands satisfaction. As long as I am present, it will not fade. It will not let you rest. You crave me. You need me. My touch. My tenderness. My every command is all that can satisfy you. You want to give yourselves to me, completely."

From the other side of the room, a loud whimper escaped from Madarao's muzzle. From within the ghost-wolf's white, wispy underside, there was a slit now visible, and from within that slit a black canid shaft was rapidly swelling, its knot already forming. The glowing demon's bound forelimbs waved helplessly behind their glowing bonds, and he yelped as a small spurt of pre-cum drooled from the tip of his cock, tongue lolling out and paws flailing even more desperately as he tried and failed to reach out and touch himself.

"You know who you are. What you are. You know your past deeds, wants, and wishes. But now... none of that matters to you, at least not next to your current reality. Tell me, my demons... what is your current reality? What is the centre of your world? Your universe?"

Together, in one shrill, howling cry, the two demons answered their master; their minds utterly enthralled by whatever he had done to them, and their hearts completely convinced that they they were his, and his alone.

"You, Master!"

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It didn't take long at all for Kiba to settle into his new role, not surprising given how long he had been planning and perfecting his strategy for capturing and bringing these two under his thrall. The dark furred wolf gave a happy, lustful snarl as he tugged on the leash affixed to Madarao's collar. The demon wolf's collar might initially have been used to restrain his full demonic size and power, but now it was nothing more than another mark of Kiba's control. He had the leash passed between his legs, thighs held tightly together, and was essentially holding the ghost wolf's face to his ass by applying steady tension to the leash. Madarao didn't mind though. Quite the contrary, the ethereal wolf was whining eagerly as he tongued the Kiba's ass; sounding like he was getting every bit as much pleasure from the act as the owner of the ass himself.

As Kiba was rimmed and lavished with affection from behind, the hand that wasn't holding onto Madarao's leash was fondling the crotch of Buwaro's red trousers. The fire demon was still bound exactly where he had been ever since his capture, pinned to the metal wall by those glowing rings of purple light that rather complimented his fur. The rather calm, placid expression that had been spread over his face earlier though was gone. Instead he was wide eyed, his skin was obviously flushed brightly beneath his fur, and with every squeeze that Kiba applied to the swollen erection within his trousers, a fresh yelp of shocked pleasure escaped the surprisingly innocent demon.

"W-wha... ahhh! What are you... d-doing to me?"

Kiba licked his lips, leaning closer to the blushing and squirming but helplessly bound demon; so close he could see Buwaro's fur shifting as he trembled in unfamiliar pleasure.

"Don't they have sex in the realm of the slightly damned? All those years there... all those slightly sinners, and not one person ever introduced you to the sins of the flesh"

The idea that he was the first; the only person to have touched Buwaro in this way, sent a violent shudder running down Kiba's own spine. He growled lustily at the demon, and grinned as he saw that Buwaro was staring down between them. Not at his tented crotch where Kiba's paw was rubbing and jerking him off through the red fabric, but at the dark furred wolf's own thick, black canine erection. Kiba's cock twitched every few seconds, and was already glistening across its tip and the length of its underside as Madarao's tongue action against his prostate did its job.

"Does it feel good, Bu? Looking at my cock... how does it make you feel?"

The purple furred demon moaned loudly, his blush brightening as though he was surprised and embarrassed that such an obvious and sexual sound had escaped him. He shuddered, and helplessly felt his hips humping against the paw jerking him off through his trousers.

"I... I want to touch it. To have it touch me, too. I want it... i-in my mouth. I want to taste it, a-and... that... that liquid... I want it all over me. My face. My body. My o-own... oh... ohhh, Master. I feel strange. Inside. W-where you're stroking... it feels... feels like I... so hot, Master. Like I'm burning up inside. Hot and... a-and like I'm melting inside. All wet and... Master. Master, please... d-don't stop... I... I...!"

A strangled, strained yelp escaped the fire demon, and Kiba snarled happily as he realised what was about to happen. The dark furred wolf pulled his paw away from Buwaro's crotch and instead grabbed at his own erection, pumping and squeezing at its thick black length and swollen knot. He licked his lips, eyes wide with passionate pleasure as the purple demon humped helplessly at the now empty air in front of his tented crotch. Those desperate whimpers grew more and more intense, until with his eyes bulging and his toes curling where they were suspended off the ground, an almost fearfully happy grunt escaped from Buwaro's muzzle.

"M-Master! I... aaaahhhhh!"

The front of his bulging red trousers began to darken, first just a small spot right where the tip of his cock was straining and pushing into the material, then more, and more. Buwaro whined and whimpered in ecstasy unlike anything he had known before as for the first time in the demon's existence, he climaxed. He painted the insides of his trousers with streaks of seed that soaked through the thin fabric, more and more as it just kept coming, making up for years of unspent pleasure over a matter of just ten or fifteen euphoric seconds.

"Ahh. Aahhh yes. Look Madarao. See what your new friend has done? What a mess he's made... and without Master's permission, too."

Spreading his legs in a wider stance as he stared at the panting, shuddering fire demon in his soaked and stained trousers, Kiba tugged sharply on the leash attached to the ghost wolf's collar. He dragged Madarao through the gap in his legs, away from where the demonic spirit had been so eagerly lapping at his asshole, and removed his hand from his cock once more to grab the back of the white lupine's head. With a moan of desire, no stimulation remaining to satisfy his own urges, he forcefully pushed Madarao's muzzle into the other demon's cum-stained crotch. Madarao required no vocal command to know what he was expected to do, and drew forth his forelimbs to grab and tug at the waist of thouse red trousers. He tugged them down, leaving them resting around the purple furred demon's trembling knees, and began to immediately work over Buwaro's crotch with his rough tongue, cleaning off every strand of that first orgasmic ejaculation that was clinging in abundance to the other demon's fur.

"Such an eager pup. They should have had you hunting cock in your previous job."

Grabbing at the floating demon wolf's wispy tail as he addressed the loudly slurping and hungrily growling ghost, Kiba lifted it up until he could see beneath, where Madarao's swollen cock was dangling down from his genital slit. Just behind that bulging erection though, at the base of the ghost's ethereal tail, there was a second hole. One which given Madarao's lack of need to use the bathroom given his demonic nature, had only one reason to be visible at a time like this.

"Hey, Buwaro... do you want to know what you just felt? Why your body is acting the way it is?"

The purple furred demon was obviously still rather dazed from the force of his first ever orgasm, not to mention the continued stimulation coming from the ghost wolf lapping at his purple sheath and the black canid cock still standing proud and rigid atop it. Yet as his master addressed him he shook off the glazed expression that had been resting in his eyes, and whimpered pleadingly as he nodded.

"Yes. Yes, Master. Show me. T-teach me."

Kiba grinned toothily, and listened to Madarao whining in anticipation as he felt his master's cock rubbing against his rear opening whilst half cleaning, half just enjoying lapping at the other demon's erection.

"When a cock gets hard, Buwaro... stimulating it can provoke a powerful release. You can do this with your own hands. With devices and accessories. You can have someone else lick or even suck on your cock, like Madarao is doing to you now... feels good, doesn't it?"

A loud whimper of excitement escaped the fire demon as he glanced away from Kiba for the first time, looking down at himself and seeing his own inexperienced erection being licked and nuzzled by the white wolf. He nodded urgently, returning his gaze to Kiba as though he was almost scared by how arousing it was to look at his own erection.

"Or, you can even put it inside someone else. Inside another male's ass. Isn't that right, Madarao?"

Kiba continued, and grinned as the ghost pulled back from his oral efforts just enough to turn his head and nod hungrily at his master. As the floating, leashed lupine opened his muzzle to answer though, all that came out was a savage howl as Kiba tugged sharply on his leash at the same time as he thrust his hips forward, burying his cock almost to the knot within the demon in a single powerful stroke.

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From the moment that Kiba began to fuck his second demonic servant, listening to Madarao howl happily at him while Buwaro watched jealously, his recently awakened arousal now begging for a second chance to be let loose, the black wolf knew that he had done well in selecting these two in particular. Not only were they completely under his thrall, so consumed by their lust and desire to please their master that they would beg for him to keep on using them however he saw fit, but they even played to each other's strengths and weaknesses. Buwaro was cute as all hell, a demon yes and one of great renown in his field, but as innocent and angelic as they came when it came to sex. Madarao meanwhile had lived a lot longer; eons more than either one of them, and as such his desires and sexuality were fully realised. He barely needed to be commanded at all; knowing exactly what Kiba needed of him with only the gentlest provocation, and eagerly moving to do it for his master with skilled obedience.

Over the hours that followed, Kiba's balls were drained almost dry by the ghostly white wolf's ass, and the leash holding them close together remained slack as Madarao willingly and feverishly humped backwards against his master's thick knot. In thanks for his loyal devotion to his new master, Kiba's free hand found itself reaching around the ethereal form of the wolf demon again and again, stroking and squeezing at Madarao's own thick black shaft and hefty knot until alongside his own orgasmic howls, Madarao sprayed hot ribbons of ghostly cum out into the air as he was filled up by his master's own seed.

Buwaro meanwhile did not remain bound to the wall of the chamber, released and allowed to watch as Kiba devoted his full attention to ploughing the white wolf's ass over and over again. There came a point however, during a lull as both Kiba and Madarao were forced to rest in post-orgasmic fatigue, when the black wolf did turn his gaze back towards the purple demon, now kneeling upon the floor close by with his stained trousers abandoned close by and his trenchcoat similarly discarded. Kiba's eyes widened as he looked at the fire demon, Buwaro's face flushed and his muzzle open in a slack-jawed expression of bliss. Both the purple demon's paws were a blur upon his cock, and the floor in front of him wasn't just stained, but covered in a fairly substantial puddle of cum from countless orgasmic eruptions.

Kiba had told Buwaro to watch. To learn. To enjoy the show, yes. But not once had he given the no longer innocent demon permission to satisfy himself. And thus, he knew that punishment would have to be applied.

Within minutes there was a table present in the centre of the chamber, and pinned by four more glowing bands of light around the ankles, neck and stomach, Buwaro was howling as Madarao obediently floated above him, firmly holding his legs up into the air and exposing the fire demon's ass while Kiba spanked it with the flat of one bare paw. It didn't escape Kiba's attention though that Buwaro's cries were not solely of pain. That the demon, even while being spanked and punished for his self pleasure, was still getting off; still relishing the attention from his master even through the sharp swats to his rump.

The harder Kiba spanked the fire demon, the louder Buwaro wailed in pleasure and pain combined and the more urgently his still rigid erection strained. The demon's cock was throbbing hungrily, and with almost every spanking a fresh spray of pre-cum was lashing Buwaro's bare chest. Kiba could see what was happening. What he was doing to Buwaro's recently awoken and desperately pent-up libido. He grinned devilishly, and growled to the purple furred demon as he continued to lash his buttocks with firm strike after strike from his palm.

"All this... all because you were a naughty demon, and didn't ask master for permission. Imagine if you had. If you'd just asked, I might have used by cock rather than my paw. Fucking you instead of spanking you. Wouldn't that have been nicer? Feeling your ass get red and raw from my hips pounding at you, rather than my hand?"

Buwaro wailed feverishly, kicking out with both legs so hard that he almost wrenched himself free from the grasp of Madarao's forepaws.

"Master! Yes... p-please, Master... I... I need... ohhh... I need permission. I ahhhhh... I need it! Gonna... ohh, g-gonna cum again... you make me... s-so... ohh Master! I can't stop. Please, d-don't make me stop! Spank me. Fuck me. A-anything... just... please, tell me I can cum for you."

Buwaro was willing to give anything and everything to get that permission, because more so than even his desire to cum was his desire to please his new master. To see Kiba not only satisfied, but proud of his pets for how they were pleasing him, and how good it made them feel to do so. The black wolf growled happily as he saw this, but still continued to roughly spank the purple furred demon closer and closer to yet another selfish, unallowed orgasm. He watched, and noticed that even Madarao's gaze was fixated upon Buwaro too, as the fire demon writhed and thrashed in desperation, not trying to escape the pain of the spanking, but frantically attempting to get away from the sensations that were threatening to drive him over the edge.

Kiba knew he could keep making Buwaro cum, and keep using the lack of permission as excuse to punish the demon to countless further climaxes as the hours and days passed by. But then again, why turn this creature's eagerness and hunger for sex against him. Why not encourage it, and indulge it to even greater excess for all those present. After all, these two demons were his now. Obedient to the last, and generous to a fault, ready to give to him all they had to offer and more.

The least he could do, was cease punishing Buwaro with this rough and shameless spanking. Instead, he could reward him with the very same.

"Do it."

He growled with a mixture of savagery and tenderness, swinging back his paw and bringing it down across the centre of the fire demon's cheeks with a loud, heavy slap.

"Cum for me. Show me how good it hurts. And... show Madarao too."

Glancing up at the floating ghost, Madarao's own knotted cock still hard and the hole beyond it still stretched and glistening with the residue of Kiba's cum, the black wolf grinned as the glowing white lupine whimpered in eager and hopeful desire.

"Because when you're done, it's his turn for a spanking. And then yours for a fucking. I wouldn't want to seem like I'm playing favourites after all, now would I?"

By Jeeves