Chapter 6 - Tentacle Mating

Sypha couldn't believe it. Dakota's ears were without a doubt the softest thing she had ever felt. It was like her fingers were rubbing against a cloud. No material, pelts or otherwise, that she had ever seen even came close to this. It was magical. She could almost say she was enjoying it as much as Dakota, but that clearly was not the case. If anyone were listening in through the door, ear scratching would be the last thing that came to mind. Dakota's moans and sighs and whimpers would no doubt paint a much more lewd picture in their head. Not to mention, the look on the girl's face was similar to what Sypha assumed her own face had looked like minutes earlier when she was being tongued by the werewolf. Still, she couldn't bring herself to let go of those sultry ears and, as awkward and unusual a situation as it was for her, Sypha had to admit that Dakota was exceedingly cute like this. So, she kept right on scratching. After a few minutes, when they had air-dried enough, Dakota finally grasped Sypha's wrist, gently pushing her away.

"Wow…" she breathed, a powerful shiver running through her entire body. "That was amazing! I haven't had my ears scratched like that in forever! Thank you."

"No problem." Sypha muttered, blushing.

"Hey, before I forget. Do you want me to make you some clothes?" Dakota offered.

"You can do that?" Sypha asked, surprised.

"Sure can! Granted, fabric coalescence magic is one of my weakest areas. I won't be able to make you anything substantial. Just this top of mine took an entire day's mana and so did my bottoms. Luckily you have a bit less to cover."

Ignoring the comment about her chest and butt, Sypha watched in fascination as Dakota began tracing lines through the air with her fingers while speaking in a strange language that consisted of different pitched growls. Occasional sparks of light would fly off from her fingertips and began to pool on the ground between them, growing into a brighter and brighter ball of light. Nearly a minute passed and Sypha was getting a bit concerned. Dakota was pale and her face was grimaced as though she were seriously struggling. She was just about to step in and stop her when the ball of light vanished entirely. Looking down, Sypha saw that Dakota had succeeded and that she had been correct when she said it wouldn't be any substantial clothing.

Holding up the top, Sypha saw that it was a rather skimpy, white bikini top, similar to the ones that street performers would wear in the warmer months of the year. The bottoms weren't anything modest either and were just a matching pair of bikini bottoms which consisted of two triangles that would just barely cover her front and rear. Still, it was much better than nothing and she gratefully squeezed her way into the tiny outfit, adjusting it as best she could to cover herself up. Her task now complete, Dakota collapsed forward onto her hands and knees, breathing heavily.

"Are you okay?" Sypha leaned down to help her up, concern clouding her voice.

"Yeah, I'm okay." Dakota laughed, tiredly. "I just…I just need some sleep. That took a lot out of me. Sorry it's just white. If you want a different color, that takes a lot more effort."

"No, this is perfect. Thank you. Now, let's get you to bed. Where is your room?"

"Oh, you've already been there." Dakota answered. "They put you in my room last night. I was just out of the castle and we didn't see each other. When we go outside the bath room, it'll be the first room on our right."

Feeling a tingle of embarrassment come on at the thought of sharing a room with this woman, Sypha brushed it aside and drew Dakota's arm around her neck, dragging the half-asleep wolf girl to her feet. She was surprisingly heavy for how slim she was, other than her curvy parts, and it didn't help that she was practically dead weight, but Sypha managed to stumble out of the bath room, Dakota in tow. Following the directions she had been told, Sypha took a right and managed to get them both over and through the next door over. Sure enough, it was the bedroom she had slept in the previous night. The bed had been remade, she assumed through magic, but it was identical other than that. Her muscles aching, not accustomed to carrying full-grown werewolves around, she dragged Dakota over to the bed and flopped both of them down on the mattress. Rolling out from under the girl's arm and onto her back, she took a deep breath and stretched her calves out before turning to look at Dakota.

"You alive over there?" she asked.

A soft groan, muffled by the blankets, and a twitch from one of the fluffy ears answered her question and she let out a sigh of relief before shoving Dakota further up the mattress and into a proper position on one side of the bed. She was hesitant about the prospect of sleeping together, but it was a fairly large bed so it should be fine. Also, the alternative was for her to sleep on the floor and that held absolutely no appeal to her, so she made her way to the other side and crawled up on the plush mattress beside Dakota. The wolf girl was already asleep and a few minutes later, Sypha was joining her.

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A splintering of wood ripped Sypha awake, and she flew up, staring as the door to their bedroom exploded inwards. A dark, shadowy figure loomed where the door had previously been and stepped through inside the room. Sypha's breath caught in her chest and she could feel her blood running cold.

"Miss me, speaker magician?" Dracula asked, a cruel smile on his face.

"This is not possible…" Sypha breathed, in utter shock. "You are dead! Alucard and Trevor killed you!"

"Oh, please." Dracula scoffed. "Did you really think those two would be able to kill me? Just who do you think I am? I am the king of vampires, girl! I have lived a hundred of your lives and am capable of that which you cannot fathom in your feeble, human brain! That idiot hunter and foolish son of mine stood no more of a chance against me than you do now. And just like them, you will die."

This couldn't be happening. She couldn't believe it. Now, not only had she lost her freedom in their escapade, but they had failed. Dracula was still alive and Trevor and Alucard were dead. A yawning sound snapped her from her fear, and she looked over, suddenly remembering that she wasn't alone. She had to warn Dakota.

"Dakota!" she shouted, shaking the slumbering girl's shoulder. "Wake up! You must leave! Now!"

"Hmm…?" Dakota opened one eye, lazily. "What's this about?"

"Too late."

The voice sent a chill down Sypha's spine as Dracula emerged from the shadows behind Dakota. Before she could make a move, he stabbed his claws through her back, killing her in an instant. Sypha's chest felt like it was about to rip in two as she watched the light leave her new friend's eyes right in front of her.

"Oh, you're slow for a werewolf." Dracula chuckled, shaking some blood off of his hand. "You have a terrible knack for choosing friends, human. Too bad for them and too bad for you."

He lunged across the bed, catching Sypha by the neck with one hand on his way, Sypha cried out as she slammed into the far wall, her feet nearly a meter off the ground as she dangled in his grasp. His grip tightened, cutting off her airway and blood flow with ease. She beat at his arm and kicked at his body, but it was no use. His grip didn't waver one iota. She was done for. She could feel herself fading out, her vision going black and her lungs burning. This was it.

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Sypha woke up, blind and unable to breathe. There was something heavy on her face. Sitting bolt upright, she gasped in air and blinked as the torchlight hit her eyes. Confused, she glanced down into her lap where the object that had been covering her face had fallen and saw Dakota's bushy, gray tail. Turning to look at the wolf girl, she saw that Dakota had somehow twisted and turned in her sleep until she was now opposite how she had started, with her head at the foot of the bed and her feet up by the pillows. Her tail, at some point, had flopped over onto Sypha's face, causing her trouble breathing and having an effect on her dreams.

Her dream. Just thinking about that nightmare made her eyes start to well up. Terrified at the prospect of losing her new and currently only friend, Sypha hugged the fluffy tail to her chest, burying her face into the plush fur. God, it was just as soft as those ears. She was pretty sure she was going to get addicted to feeling this incredible fur, but it was helping chase away her depressing thoughts about her bad dream, so she kept her face buried in the tail until her tears had mostly dissipated. Feeling some stirring on the bed, she uncovered her eyes and watched as Dakota yawned, sleepily.

"Good morning." Dakota greeted.

She stretched and looked up at Sypha, her eyes narrowing in concern.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

That almost made Sypha smile. She should have known she wouldn't be able to hide her emotions from Dakota. After all, dogs always seemed to know when you were happy, sad, angry, et cetera. It only made sense that she would be able to do the same.

"It is nothing." She responded, her voice coming out as a hoarse rasp. "I just had a bad dream is all."

"Is that why my tail is currently occupied?" Dakota asked, pointing to Sypha's arms, which were still wrapped around the fluffy thing.

"Sorry." Sypha rasped, letting go of her tail.

"Oh, it's no problem." Dakota assured her, her fangs flashing in the torchlight as she smiled. "Feel free to do so any time. Besides that, what's up with your voice?"

"I do not know." Sypha said, swallowing. "My throat is really sore. I wonder if I am sick."

"No, you don't smell sick to me." Dakota shook her head, her nose twitching. "It's probably from your encounter with Jezebel yesterday. She must have done a real number on your throat, huh?"

Sypha just nodded in response, rather than irritate her inflamed throat by speaking more.

"It doesn't matter, though." Dakota said, sitting up in bed. "This kind of thing is easy for me to heal."

"How are you going to-…" Sypha started.

She was abruptly cut off as Dakota leaned in and planted her lips on Sypha's, kissing the girl. Sypha was so surprised, she didn't even resist. Before she knew it, Dakota's tongue was slipping past her parted lips and into her mouth. She hadn't realized how long it was before, but now she could clearly feel that it was plenty long enough to reach her throat and slide its way down a bit. Sypha gagged at first, finally attempting to pull away, but Dakota's hands found her head, keeping her still while her smooth, slippery tongue continued to explore. Unlike Jezebel's cock, however, Dakota's tongue was far less difficult to handle and was way less aggressive in its actions so Sypha was able to recover easily and quickly grew accustomed to the soft, velvety appendage tickling her esophagus. She still choked occasionally, but nothing serious. Finally, after a minute or two of action, Dakota returned her tongue to her own mouth and broke away, a string of saliva connecting their two mouths.

"Feel any better?" she asked.

"Yes, much better." Sypha replied, clearing her now healed throat a few times. "Thank you."

"My pleasure."

"Aw, isn't that just adorable." A voice gushed from the corner of the room.

Both Sypha and Dakota whirled their heads to face the mystery speaker and Sypha's heart sunk as she watched Jezebel's figure seemingly meld from the shadows of the corner of the room and she walked forth.

"Looks like you both are getting along well." She continued, subconsciously licking her lips. "Since you two seem to like making friends so much, shall I introduce you to someone new?"

"That isn't necessary, Jezebel." Dakota answered.

"Oh, nonsense. I'm sure you will all have a grand time. Let's go."

She snapped her fingers and Sypha's vision blurred, the now familiar sensation of transportation magic coming over her. When her eyesight returned, she found herself staring up at a large set of double doors that stretched up to the ceiling above. Dakota was seated next to her on the floor and Jezebel was stood a few feet away.

"Come along." Jezebel ordered, pushing the doors open.

Sypha and Dakota were hesitant to follow, but an electrical crackle of warning from their collars encouraged them to comply, lest they be shocked. The room inside was dark and shadowy, only illuminated by a few sporadic torches around the outside of the large space. Other than that, the room appeared to be mostly bare, from what Sypha could see. However, Dakota's senses, far keener than a human's, knew better.

"Something is in here." She stated, her voice low. "I can hear it…smell it."

"What is it?" Sypha whispered.

"There is a pit in the middle of the room. Something is in it. I don't know what."

"Yes, what indeed?" Jezebel said, laughing. "Certainly nothing you two have ever encountered before. Come, Dakota. I'll introduce you."

Grabbing the girl by the wrist, Jezebel dragged her towards the dark center of the room. When they neared the edge of the pit, she thrust the wolf towards it. Dakota stumbled and was about to retreat but before she could, something shot from the depths of the darkness. Quick as lightning, it wrapped around her ankle, holding her fast where she was.

"Let go of me!" Dakota growled, yanking her leg, and finding it unable to break loose.

Another snakelike thing emerged from below and latched onto her other leg as well, winding its way around her other ankle. Dakota reared her hand back, razor-sharp claws extending from the tips of her fingers, and swiped at the thing holding her. To her shock, her claws simply bounced off without leaving so much as a scratch. Instantly, another appendage sprang up and took hold the wrist that had struck followed by a fourth that grabbed her other wrist. All four limbs immobilized, Dakota could do nothing but strain as she was lifted clear off the ground and forced spread eagle in midair.

"What's happening?" Sypha asked, concerned and unable to see.

"Ah, I forget the feeble nature of your human senses." Jezebel chuckled. "Allow me to…shed some light on the situation."

Jezebel clapped her hands and numerous vibrant balls of fire appeared hovering in the air, completely illuminating the entire space. True to Dakota's word, Sypha could now see the pit she had mentioned. Far more important, however, were the tentacles that had emerged from the pit and were now holding her friend up in the air, arms and legs spread open while she struggled in vain to break loose.

"Dakota!" Sypha cried, rushing forward. "What is that thing?! What is it doing to her???"

"Ah, ah, ah…" Jezebel clicked her tongue, stopping Sypha as she approached. "Best not to get too close now, lest you end up in the same position. Let's just watch for the time being."

"What is it?!"

"That is a Kreelbane. An ancient species, to be sure, and very rare these days. I would be surprised if there were more than one or two still living in your human world now. There used to be more of them long ago, but their numbers have dwindled to a sparce few. Mordall found this one centuries ago and offered it refuge here. I don't know much about it or even how old it is. It understands our speech but speaks in a language few are capable of understanding. Mordall is the only one in this dimension able to communicate with it."

Dakota gritted her teeth and snarled, tugging her wrists as more tentacles emerged from the inky darkness of the pit and moved towards her defenseless body.

"What the hell is it trying to do to me?!" she demanded, tensing as the new limbs touched her body, beginning to wrap their way around her at random.

"Isn't that obvious? It's going to mate with you, girl." Jezebel giggled.

Dakota's eyes went wide as the tentacles that were prodding at her thighs and hips took on a whole new connotation. One far more treacherous.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!!?" she exclaimed, wriggling in her bonds. "Tell it to release me!"

"Aww, what fun would that be? How cruel do you think me that I would deny this piteous creature its first opportunity in a long time to mate? You should feel honored. Ages ago, some early human settlements worshipped these beings as deities. For the females chosen to satisfy their god, it was quite the important role since they don't breed often."

"I don't give a damn about that! Get it off of me…MMM!"

Dakota snapped her lips shut as one of the tentacles approached her face, clearly trying to seek entry. Determined to deny it, she clamped her jaws closed, twisting her head about to try to dodge its advances. Lower down, though, she was far more vulnerable to attack and hummed, angrily, as she felt one of them slide its way beneath her tiny skirt. After a few curious pokes at both her front and rear holes, it returned to her ass and forcefully pushed its way inside.

Dakota shrieked as her butt was penetrated. The tentacle had secreted some kind of lubricating slime to make for easier entrance, but it was still more than uncomfortable. As soon as her mouth opened, the tentacle near her face took the advantage and dove past her lips. Realizing her mistake, Dakota tried to bite down on the slippery appendage, but her teeth fared no better than her claws had and simply bounced off the rubbery surface. Now that it had gotten in, it had no plans to leave any time soon and pushed deeper to the back of her mouth.

Gagging as the tentacle struck her throat and forced its way in, Dakota clenched her eyes shut and pulled at her restraints with all her might, which was considerable. Werewolves were, after all, some of the strongest creatures in existence. Few were able to match their physical capabilities, not even their mortal foes, the vampires. Yet her efforts were entirely fruitless and the Kreelbane easily held her, intent on completing its ritual.

Unable to stop its progress, all Dakota could do was gag and choke while the tentacle continued its path down her throat. It didn't go fast, but instead seemed to take pleasure in each little bit of her that it entered. It crept forth millimeters at a time, slowly stretching and exploring the past the entrance to her throat and making its way down her clenching esophagus. Dakota could feel her throat bulging until her neck was almost tickling the golden collar encircling it. Her eyes watered and her nose gasped in sporadic and panicked fashion, just trying to keep up with her body's demands for oxygen.

On the other end, the tentacle in her ass was making steady progress as well. Like the one in her mouth, it moved ever so slowly, taking its sweet time in stretching out its new home. She was no anal virgin, having been a captive here in Mordall's realm for a couple months now, but she certainly was no regular to it either. Her ass was still novice and tight and very inexperienced when it came to thick tentacle creatures burrowing their way into her tiny opening. Her screams certainly reflected that. Or, at least, they would have, had her mouth not been stuffed. Instead, her protests came out as muffled gargles amid the chokes and pained gags that filtered their way around the tentacle blocking up her throat.

Sypha watched on in terror and sympathy. While the tentacle was not quite as thick as Jezebel's cock had been, it was nothing to scoff at either. Plus, she knew that anything felt two or three times larger when it was going up your rear. Throw the oral assault into the mix and she knew that her friend was not having a good time. She could see Dakota's stomach occasionally bulge and tent outwards as the tentacle within her ass poked and prodded its way deeper, distending her athletic midriff at its discretion. All the while she felt sympathy for the wolf girl, she couldn't help but also feel a tinge of relief that it wasn't herself suspended up there getting that sort of treatment.

"Oh, don't think you are getting off so easy." Jezebel laughed, reading the expression on Sypha's face. "Watching all this is making me so hot right now. I could really go for some entertainment of my own."

Sypha dared to turn and look, her fears being confirmed as she saw that Jezebel was all ready for her, the magically produced cock stiff and throbbing between her legs. She took a nervous step backwards, but Jezebel closed the distance in three swift steps, towering over the scared girl. Her hands finding their way to Sypha's shoulders, she pushed her down, forcing her to her knees before her. Sypha once again found herself in the unenviable position of staring directly up at Jezebel's huge, menacing erection. She kept her lips sealed tight as the tip tapped against them, but an instant later, her collar crackled to life, shocking her.

Jezebel laughed as the blonde's mouth opened in a shout of pain, only to push her hips forward, plugging up the sound with her dick. Reveling at once again being inside the sweet, soft mouth of her human pet, she eagerly twirled her fingers into Sypha's hair and pulled her head towards her hips. Another giggle escaped the demoness when she heard the first of many gags to come, her tip striking the back of Sypha's mouth and activating her reflex. Just like before, her throat was ultra tight and completely resistant to the notion of something as thick as Jezebel's cock gaining entrance. Jezebel, however, had no problem with that. She would have fun conquering Sypha's mouth all over again.

"Come on, girl." She purred, happily. "You've taken it once already. What's wrong? Is your throat still too tight to handle my dick?"

Sypha only squealed and gagged angrily in response, her hands slapping against Jezebel's smooth thighs.

"Well, no matter." She giggled. "It will be nice and cozy for me once I get down there. Make way, now. Coming in."

Bracing her feet, Jezebel thrust her hips forward, overcoming the timid entrance and corking the head of her length into Sypha's throat. Letting out a groan of pleasure, she gripped Sypha's hair tightly and pulled the fidgeting girl in, squeezing and working her way down the girl's rebellious esophagus. Unlike the last time she conquered this hole, Jezebel worked relatively faster. She yanked and thrusted, mashing and forcing her way down Sypha's gullet, whether she liked it or not. It wasn't so much that she was in a hurry, but she did have her sights set on something else as well, that being Sypha's tight rear. She wanted to blow her load in there by the time the Kreelbane was finished with its task.

Jezebel wiggled and twisted her pelvis, moving in tandem with her arms to complete her journey. Every inch felt like heaven to her, so it wasn't a perfect method. Her movements weren't exactly flawless, her body overcome with the exceptionally tight and silken feel of Sypha's windpipe clamping down around her. However, she still made headway, gaining deeper and deeper purchase down her turbulent toy's throat. Sypha, for all her fighting and struggling, still stood no chance against the superior demon strength and found herself inching closer and closer to the creamy navel that awaited her with every bit of cock that disappeared between her stretched lips.

Out of patience, Jezebel reared back her hand and slapped the back of Sypha's head. Not hard enough to hurt her, but hard enough to send her careening forward the remaining couple inches, her nose bouncing off of Jezebel's crotch. Re-applying pressure with both hands, the demoness made sure every last millimeter was secured down her human pet's throat, letting out a cry of blissful victory as she bathed in the wet, hot tunnel ensconcing her entire length. Every second that was agonizing for Sypha was divine for her assailant and Jezebel made sure to enjoy every last sensation she could. Eager to feel more, she withdrew herself a couple inches, ready and willing to start thrusting.

Across the room, having no more fun than Sypha, Dakota's tentacle assault had ramped up ever further. More of them had joined in on the action and were caressing and rubbing her all over. While they, thankfully, had decided for some reason not to work their way into her pussy, two holes already more than enough to overload her senses, the tentacles had no problem toying with her down there. They rubbed and teased her clit, urging shrieks and cries of pleasure and pain from the wolf girl as she struggled and fought vainly, still holding on to the notion of escape.

Two more tentacles had made their way up her torso and pushed her tight, strapless top up, exposing her generous chest. The two snake-like appendages both worked together, each one choosing a breast to wind its way around, squeezing it almost painfully tight, the tips of them then toying and playing with her nipples. Dakota screamed, her sensitive breasts under assault. Every massaging squeeze sent electricity shooting through her already overwhelmed body. Her nipples, highly susceptible to stimulation, were constantly flicked and rubbed by the eager attackers, much to her dismay. She could feel something building up and knew exactly what was coming seconds before it took place.

Another squeeze from the right tentacle and finally, a spray of milk erupted from her voluminous breast. Dakota groaned, her eyes rolling up in her skull as the cream exited her body. Werewolves were very fertile creatures by nature and their biology dictated that the females be constantly producing milk. Dakota knew this, of course, and had occasionally experimented with that fact. She would sometimes massage and squeeze her tits, teasing milk from her nipples and cautiously tasting it, finding that the flavor was surprisingly delicious, bringing back forgotten memories from her childhood. Now, that biological fact was being used against her and the tentacles, keen to their discovery, were eagerly and furtively working on her boobs, bringing squirt after squirt of milk to bear.

Elsewhere, the other tentacles had not let up one bit. Both the one in her rear and the one in her mouth were still working their way deeper and deeper, making her cry out with every erratic movement they made inside of her. By now, they were far deeper in her than anything else had ever been, but, to her shock and alarm, they seemed dead set on going even further. Just how far were these things going to go?

She got her answer a couple minutes later when the two finally met in the middle, making their way into her stomach. She groaned and trembled, her mid-section distending as they writhed about inside of her. Her eyes temporarily glazed over, rolling back again. When they regained function, however, the first thing she saw sent chills down her spine.

A series of bulges were making their way up through the tentacle that led to her face. Each bulge was about the size of an apple or slightly larger, it was hard to tell. All she knew was that it was clear where the end destination was. Her. Twisting her head as much as she was able to, she noted with increasing fear that the same thing was taking place with the tentacle in her ass. Whatever it was that was coming towards her, it was happening to both holes and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. Returning her line of sight to the limb in her mouth, she stared down the approaching objects as they came closer, her pupils going cross-eyed to follow their path right up to her mouth.

It took a bit of effort on the part of the Kreelbane, but Dakota was unable to prevent the bulge from nudging her jaw open to the limit, forcing its way inside. Once in, it kept right on going, Dakota's body erupting into a fit of spasms as the bulbous shape squeezed its way right down her throat, on track to her stomach. On the flipside, the first of the bulges reached her ass as well and, much like the one that had invaded her mouth, it didn't even stop for a second. It just kept right on going, forcing Dakota's snug butt to open and accept it. No matter how tight she was, her ass stood no chance at keeping the round things out and the first one barged its way in, pushing its way to meet in the middle as well. The first of many.

"Oh, look!" Jezebel gasped, looking over at the spectacle taking place in the center of the room. "Looks like your friend over there is getting her gift."

Sypha used the brief break in thrusting to catch up on some much needed breathing but her curiosity won her over and she stole a glance towards Dakota. To her horror, she watched as a series of round things made their way up through the tentacles and then disappeared into her friend, no doubt to be deposited somewhere within. She stared, eyes wide, at the shocking sight but before she could even ponder what was going on, Jezebel was jamming her way back in to the base.

"Once more, girl." Jezebel breathed. "Make sure to get plenty of saliva on there. I want a lot of lube. Actually, you'll want a lot of lube too."

Pulling out of the blonde's mouth entirely, Jezebel nodded with satisfaction at the slimy coating that now covered her stiff length before proceeding as planned. It only took a little bit of tactful maneuvering before she had her toy right where she wanted her. That is, face down, ass up with Jezebel crouched behind her, her thick shaft cradled between the girl's cheeks. Of course, Sypha immediately tried to rectify her tenuous position, but Jezebel just swung one long, agile leg over her body and planted her bare foot on the back of her blonde head, pinning it to the cool floor and preventing her from rising.

Licking her lips hungrily, eager to get on with her finish as well, Jezebel shifted Sypha's tiny bikini bottoms to the side and drew back her hips. Her rigid cock slowly slid down the valley of Sypha's butt until the tip dropped into place, resting and waiting, pressed against her assailable entrance. Teasingly grazing her fingers tenderly over the waist of her sub, Jezebel found the best spot available to her on each side and ratcheted her grip down. Purchase gained and more than ready to begin, Jezebel pressed forward.

Just like with Sypha's throat, the girl's ass was similarly resilient like the first time and none too pleased to find this unwelcome visitor seeking entrance. Her tight hole did its best to deny Jezebel that entry, but in the end, it was hopeless, and the demoness's penis popped its way into her rear. A moan left Jezebel as she once again experienced the exquisite, hot tautness of Sypha's butt clamping around the head of her length, drowned out by the shrill scream of the girl herself below.

"Music to my ears…" Jezebel whispered to herself, letting out a pent-up breath and giving an experimental jab further.

It was deliciously tight, and she would have loved to take her time easing her way in, but she did have a schedule to keep.

"That's…it…" Jezebel grunted, adding a thrust to each word she spoke. "Open…that…sweet…little…ass!"

With her strength and adrenaline fueling her actions, it only took a matter of seconds before she was anchoring herself to the base, much to Sypha's pained protests. Grinning lasciviously, Jezebel simply backed out, her cock dragging along the walls of her pet's snug rear tantalizingly, only to pound her way back down in rapid fashion. This time when her hips connected, an audible slapping sound filled the space, filling in a rare, brief lull in the disconcerted screams of the two girls. Jezebel just giggled at that sound and rammed in again, drawing another slap in short order. This one was drowned out by Sypha's piercing shriek, but Jezebel's imagination filled in the blanks.

Gripping Sypha tightly, she quickly swung right up to speed, fucking the poor girl at a fast pace that she had previously gradually worked up to over a relatively long period of time. However, that was not a luxury she could indulge in here, unfortunately for Sypha, who got no warmup period to speak of and was thrown right into the thick of it. She screamed and cried out, slapping her hands blindly behind her in an attempt to connect with the voluptuous woman mounting her, her head stuck to the floor by the elegant foot that had been not-so-elegantly planted on the base of her skull. Her legs kicked frantically of their own accord in a laughable attempt to scurry away from the relentless, pounding fuckstick that was splitting her open. Somehow, it felt even bigger to her than last time, having ramped up its speed to a breakneck pace in no time at all. Her cheeks were red and stinging with the impact of each repeated connections with Jezebel's charging hips, but that was little more than a footnote in the grander scheme of Sypha's torment, the violation of her tiny rear far more pressing than something like that.

"Ooo, looks like your friend's getting pretty full by now." Jezebel panted, sneaking a glance over at Dakota. "Guess I should wrap this up, right?"

Dakota was indeed getting very full by now. She had lost count of how many eggs had been stuffed inside of her, her sanity practically crumbling after the first round objects had jammed their way down her narrow canals, but judging by the bulge in her abdomen, one could assume there was at least a dozen of the large orbs in there. And, to the detriment of the poor wolf girl, it didn't appear like that trend was stopping any time soon. Egg after egg made its way up each respective tentacle, knocking on their door. They pressed past her stretched lips, her jaws straining to open wide enough. They forced themselves into her ass, her tight hole reluctantly opening just enough so that the objects could be pushed in.

Once inside, they kept right on going, following the track laid out before them until they joined the others, deposited in Dakota's belly. With each large egg that landed in her, she could feel her tummy growing and growing. Even with her limited neck mobility, she could look down more than enough to see that much. Every minute that passed, a couple new bumps pressed out from her stretched midsection, indicating the arrival of the newest spheres. And still, they came, slowly making their way towards Dakota's tired, gagging, whimpering mouth.

"Fuck!" Jezebel hissed, slamming her way in again and again. "Almost…there…"

Each thrust and jab was pushing her ever closer to her ultimate goal, the peak rapidly approaching. She could have lasted longer had she wanted to, but that wasn't her objective today. Tomorrow was her rest day, after all, and she was already beginning to feel the energy sap from her body. She just wanted to blow one more load before she went to sleep, and she knew that the visage of Dakota's debasement would just add some erotic fuel to her dreams.

Letting out a cry of release, Jezebel hilted herself one final time, unable to contain her orgasm any longer. The flood rushed forward with a fury, seemingly eager to fill whatever poor girl happened to be stuck on this gargantuan rod at the time. With a burst of pressure, the stream of hot, white demon seed exploded into Sypha's ass, making her whine in discomfort as her insides were utterly hosed down with the thick goo. She could feel every powerful jet that erupted in her rear and felt its path as it, unable to escape by means of her stuffed butt, was shot haphazardly into her quickly filling tummy. Jezebel chewed on her bottom lip and slid one hand down to Sypha's belly, feeling it slowly balloon outwards with each successive spurt of jizz that pummeled its way into the girl's stomach. By the time she was finishing the last few trickling shots of her load, Sypha was looking several months pregnant, once again inflated with demon jizz. Something she had never fathomed happening to her once in her life and here it had happened twice in less than forty-eight hours.

Pulling her spent cock from the girl's abused hole, Jezebel watched with a smirk as it closed up snug again, trapping her load within. Unfortunately for Sypha, though, she wasn't quite done yet. She still had a minute or two before the Kreelbane finished up and she had come prepared.

"Before we wrap this up, girl…" Jezebel spoke, taking Sypha by the chin and turning her tired face up to look at her. "I have a gift for you."

Jezebel snapped her fingers and the air over her palm shimmered briefly. When the effect stopped, Jezebel's previously empty hand now held what looked like a wolf's tail. It was similar to Dakota's, with its bushy fur and similar shape, but this one was blonde in color, perfectly matching Sypha's hair. Following the end of the tail, Sypha saw there was a large, metal plug attached to it. It was obvious by its shape that Sypha could now glean its purpose and it was nothing she wanted any part of. The plug itself was thick and fat, as wide around as Jezebel's cock and even harder since it was made from solid gold. Unfortunately, Sypha was certain that she would likely not be receiving a choice in the matter.

"Seeing as you seem to like your werewolf friend's tail so much…" Jezebel purred, a playfully evil grin on her face. "I thought it only kind of me to give you one of your own. Stay still, now."

Sypha's stared at the fat tail plug with trepidation until Jezebel disappeared out of sight with it behind her. She dropped down flat, her bloated belly propping her up slightly, and tried to crawl away, but Jezebel just snagged her ankle, her laugh echoing through the large room as she sat straddling the girl's right leg to keep her still.

"I'll give you a little help to get things started…" Jezebel murmured.

Bringing the plug up to her face, she extended her tongue and licked all around the outside, leaving a layer of slick spit wherever it traveled. Pausing and pursing her lips at the tip of it, she opened up, gradually unhinging her jaw and taking more and more of it into her mouth. Even for her, it was a bit of a strain to squeeze the widest section past her lips, her teeth immediately closing down on the skinny section as soon as they were able. The plug itself wasn't particularly long at all. Just long enough to tickle the top of her throat. It wasn't meant to be long, after all. It was just meant to be a constant reminder for Sypha, a literal pain in her ass all day long.

Snickering softly, Jezebel eased the saliva-slick plug from her mouth and lowered it down to Sypha's squirming rear. With her free hand parting the girl's curvaceous cheeks, she teasingly prodded her sore hole, making it abundantly clear what her intention was and drawing more whines of protest from the blonde. Holding her generous butt spread, Jezebel began pushing the plug in, feeling the girl stiffen beneath her. Sypha's legs involuntarily began kicking as her ass was spread once more by the dead solid mass. She cried out, shrieking and yelping in discomfort, her tiny hole being forced to acquiesce to the unrelenting intrusion. Her struggles and cries increased as the size of the penetration increased until, finally, Jezebel pushed the widest part past and it sank into her snug butt, held in place by her tight entrance. Moaning at the sight she was looking at, Jezebel gave Sypha's ass a quick spank and then spoke a quick spell under her breath, ensuring that no one removed the plug.

"There!" she said, popping to her feet to give her work a once-over. "Heh, all we need are some ears and you could pass for a werewolf. Oh, speaking of…"

She looked over as Dakota's limp body was deposited on the ground nearby, the Kreelbane finished playing with her. Raising an eyebrow at the wolf girl's bloated belly, taut and bumpy from the eggs that had been stuffed inside, she let out a long laugh.

"Oh, that's beautiful." She snickered. "Hope you had fun, Dakota."

Dakota just groaned in response, too tired and worn out to speak.

"Well, I'm sure it was fun." Jezebel continued. "But don't worry. You'll have just as much fun pushing them all out, too."