Chapter 10 - Reciprocation

"I suppose that is the end of our show." Mordall sighed, as the demons winged their way back to where they had come from.

"I guess so…" Dakota muttered, looking at the aftermath they had left behind.

Carmilla was a wreck. She had given up struggling after the eighth demon in line, instead becoming limp and nearly unresponsive from the overwhelming sensations. Now, she was still motionless, other than some sporadic coughing that propelled some demon cum past her lips where it dripped down her face to join the expansive pool that had grown on the ground under her head. The rest of her body, heavily bloated with demonic loads, was also likewise splattered in jizz, some of the creatures choosing to finish on her rather than in her. A slow, steady trickle of cum was also leaking from her abused ass and dripping down the end of the block she was situated on.

"Well, I hope you enjoyed." Mordall continued. "And remember to stay in my good graces, or this could be in your future."

He raised his hand to warp the two girls back to the castle.

"Wait." Dakota spoke.

"Hmm? What is it?"

"Can we get some food?" Dakota asked.

"Food?"

"Yeah. We've been mostly on a, ahem…liquid diet…the past few days." Dakota explained. "Some actual food would be nice."

"Ah, yes. The vulnerabilities of the weak. Needing to consume for sustenance rather than simple enjoyment of the culinary arts. Very well."

Mordall snapped his fingers and Sypha and Dakota were back in their room. Turning towards Dakota, Sypha noticed the wolf girl immediately perk up, her nose twitching. Her own inferior human senses coming in a bit late, she noticed the smell of food was in the room. Sure enough, over on a table against one wall, was an assortment of dishes. Steamed vegetables, potatoes, carrots, and squashes filled platters. In addition, there were several roasted chickens, a side of brazed pork, and a pile of steaks. Sypha had never had a spread like this.

"C'mon!" Dakota chirped, grabbing Sypha by the hand and tugging her over to the table. "Let's eat."

Stumbling as the excited werewolf dragged her behind, Sypha took in the smell of the food and selected a baked potato, breaking it in half to blow some of the steam away before taking a bite. Dakota, on the other hand, was not so subtle. She immediately ripped a chicken drumstick from one of the roasted birds and stuck the entire thing in her mouth. When she pulled the bone free, it was completely bare, all the meat stripped. The bone was then summarily chucked aside, followed by another and then another and then another, as the ravenous werewolf quickly ate all the chicken legs in attendance.

"Perhaps you should slow down a bit." Sypha suggested, chewing on a piece of pork.

"Hmm?" Dakota turned to look at her askingly, her mouth full of meat, and chicken grease dripping down her chin.

"…Nevermind." Sypha said, shrugging, and selecting a carrot next.

By the end of their feast, Dakota was laid out on the bed, snoring. Sypha was shocked by the sheer amount of food the werewolf had eaten. All the chickens were now reduced to a pile of bones, picked clean, and half the steaks were gone. She had also eaten a whole plate of vegetables, at Sypha's insistence, shoveling whole potatoes in her mouth and chomping down a dozen carrots. Sypha had no idea where she put all that food if this was her normal eating habits and yet maintained her athletic physique. Her metabolism must have been through the roof. Sighing, Sypha stacked the empty plates together and then used one of the cloth napkins to clean the chicken residue from Dakota's sleeping face, then joined her on the bed to sleep off her own large meal.

When she did wake up, she found, unsurprisingly, Dakota wrapped around her. The werewolf was still asleep, her arms and legs embracing Sypha. She was obviously having a dream that must have been related to food, Sypha figured, because the wolf girl was gently nibbling on Sypha's bicep in her sleep, drool escaping her mouth. Extracting herself from Dakota's grasp, Sypha suddenly had a bit of a panic attack when remembering that werewolf bites were infectious. Waking Dakota up by vigorously shaking her shoulder, she pointed to the faint teeth marks on her arm in askance.

"Wha…" Dakota mumbled, drowsily.

"Am I infected now?" Sypha asked, worried. "Am I going to turn into a werewolf?"

"Did I do that? Sorry, I was dreaming about chickens."

"Please tell me!"

"Oh, no, you're fine."

"But I thought…" Sypha trailed off, confused.

"True, pureblood werewolf bites can turn humans into werewolves." Dakota agreed, yawning. "However, it's not so simple as any bite being sufficient. There has to be intent behind the bite."

"Intent?"

"Yes, I have to want to turn you for the magic to be active in the bite. It's not unlike your own magic, right? Every time you wave your hand, does fire appear?"

"Well…no."

"Exactly. Because there must be an intent to use magic, otherwise you'll just look like some fool waving their arms about. The same applies for my abilities, of course. So, I can do this…"

Dakota took Sypha's arm and raised it to her mouth, gently clamping her teeth down on the human's forearm, and then releasing it.

"And there's no effect."

Sypha let out a sigh of relief and sat back down on the bed, her concern draining away.

"Now that I'm awake, let's go take a bath." Dakota suggested, cracking her knuckles above her head.

A few minutes later, they were both lounging about in the warm water of the bath house, resting their bodies and lightly dozing. For the first time since arriving, Sypha was somewhat relaxed. They had had an entire day without any perverse actions taken on them, other than watching Camilla's debasement, and they had been provided a delicious meal. Now, basking in the soothing water of the bath with Dakota, Sypha was feeling somewhat good and was able to put aside the reality of their situation.

"Mind if I join you?"

Sypha's eyes popped open in fear at the sound of Jezebel's voice. Sure enough, there the demon woman was, stood just outside the pool, looking down at the two of them.

"Jezebel." Dakota said, nervous energy clouding her tone. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, is it some horrendous crime to want a bath after just waking up?" Jezebel asked, innocently. "You make it sound like I'm some kind of demon or something."

Laughing at her own joke, Jezebel clicked her fingers, her black dress disappearing in a flash, and then stepped down into the pool, sighing as the water covered her naked body. Without saying anything else, she settled down on the underwater bench across from the two girls and closed her eyes, tilting her head back. Silence followed for several minutes. Sypha and Dakota just stared at the woman, on edge. They knew Jezebel well enough by now to know that there was nothing innocent about anything she did around the two of them. No matter how mundane her act of taking a bath looked on the surface, the fact that she had opted to join Sypha and Dakota in their bath house rather than use her own luxurious one denoted that she was after something else. True to their suspicions, she was.

"Dakota." Jezebel finally spoke. "Why don't you put that tongue of yours to good use, hmm?"

The demoness rose out of the water, reseating herself on the edge of the pool, and spread her legs, making her intention clear. A low growl of annoyance escaped Dakota's throat, but she reluctantly waded across the pool and knelt on the bench before Jezebel. Glaring up at the demon, who just smiled back down in reply, the werewolf bent down and placed her head between the pale, glistening thighs of the demon, extending her tongue to lick her pussy.

Sypha could only watch on, a strange pang of jealousy in her chest, as Dakota serviced Jezebel. She would never say so out loud, but she wished it were her with that heavenly tongue teasing and worshipping her. Instead, it was one of their captors getting all the glory, and she wasn't shy about making it known just how good it felt. Her moans echoed through the space, bouncing off the tile walls and floors, only interrupted by the gentle splashing of water, and her hands absentmindedly ran over Dakota's hair.

Dakota, despite her reluctance, knew the consequences of her refusal. She also knew that if she did not do a good enough job, Sypha would likely be forced to take her place. And so, she spared no effort in pleasuring Jezebel. Her talented tongue used every technique in the book, working its way up and down, side to side, hitting every nerve that she knew would make any woman shiver. She didn't even bother adding her fingers to the mix, knowing that just her long, agile tongue was far better than any finger could ever be. It was smoother, wetter, more dexterous, and was capable of doing anything her finger could, only better. She was able to insert it past Jezebel's moist lips, tickling at her G-spot and teasing her slick walls, only to withdraw it and continue her licking motions, finding Jezebel's clit.

To Dakota's surprise, Jezebel didn't choose to get aggressive at all. She had expected the demoness to clamp down on her head with her thighs, shoving her face into her groin, but it didn't happen. Even when she climaxed, letting out a cry of ecstasy and lightly bucking her hips upwards, she still chose not to get any more aggressive, letting Dakota do all the work instead.

"Mmm, I never get tired of that." Jezebel hummed, pushing Dakota away.

"I bet." Dakota grumbled, washing her face in the bath and returning to her seat next to Sypha. "Is that all you wanted?"

"Well…not exactly." The demon admitted. "Why don't we take this somewhere more appropriate."

Snapping her fingers, Jezebel warped all three of them back to the bedroom. The two girls watched, nervously, as the demon strode over to them, circling behind them, and then coming back around to the front, stopping in front of Dakota. Bending down, she extended the index finger of her right hand and touched it to Dakota's hip. The werewolf flinched as her fingernail grazed her skin but resisted the urge to slap her hand away. Unperturbed, Jezebel traced out a series of patterns on the wolf girl's hip with the tip of her finger. When she was finished, the Dakota's skin briefly glowed there, and she hissed in pain as a tattoo burned itself into her skin. Sypha could see now that it was a magic circle with runes of unknown purpose scrawled inside.

"All done." Jezebel said, standing back up.

"What did you do?" Dakota demanded, rubbing the sore spot, and craning her head to look at the tattoo.

"Put some of your mana into it."

"What?"

"Focus your energy into your hand and press it against the circle." Jezebel repeated.

Eyeing the demon apprehensively, Dakota pressed her palm over the mark and closed her eyes, focusing. Instantly, she grit her teeth and doubled over, groaning.

"Dakota!" Sypha put her hand on the werewolf's back, turning to glare up at Jezebel. "What have you done?"

"Relax, she'll be fine." Jezebel laughed. "Just testing out some new magic. Well, a modified approach to another spell, anyway."

"What do you mean?"

"You'll see."

After thirty or so seconds, Dakota caught her breath, standing back up. To Sypha's relief, she didn't seem to be in pain or injured and her face was no longer grimaced.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

In answer, Dakota just looked down. Following her line of sight, Sypha gasped as she beheld the cock that was now throbbing between Dakota's legs. Unlike Jezebel's when she used the spell, this one took to her werewolf biology and was canine in nature.

"What the hell did you do to me?" Dakota spluttered, staring at the obscene protrusion from her shapely body.

"It's just as I told your human friend." Jezebel replied. "It's a modified approach to the spell I created. For someone like you, the spell is impossible to perform with its complexity. However, I have now essentially provided you with a set of instructions for the spell."

Jezebel pointed at the tattoo on Dakota's hip.

"So, all it requires is your energy. Would you also like one, Sypha?"

"Don't touch her!" Dakota snarled.

"Oh, calm down." Jezebel laughed. "It wouldn't work with her, either way. While you, a werewolf, have the mana reserves required to perform the spell, you lack the ability to cast something of that level. However, a human has neither. So, it would have no effect on our blonde friend here."

"What's the whole point of this?" Dakota asked, glaring at Jezebel. "Finally had enough being the top and want me to destroy your ass?"

"Oh, not quite. I'm not the one who will be entertaining that cock of yours."

Jezebel turned and fixed her sweet smile on Sypha.

"Oh, no!" Dakota said, catching on. "Hell no! Do you see how big this thing is? It's even bigger than yours was!"

"You don't have to fuck her. She just has to suck you off. But, if you would rather argue with me, I can assure you that there are much worse punishments, girl."

Gulping at the sinister gleam in Jezebel's eye, Dakota was about to protest in a more friendly way when Sypha strode in front of her, dropping to her knees before her.

"S…Sypha?" Dakota said, surprised.

"It is fine." Sypha nodded. "I do not mind."

Truthfully, she didn't particularly care so long as it was Dakota. She knew that Dakota would be passive about the whole thing, unlike how Jezebel and Mordall were. She would have definitely preferred that it hadn't been forced on the two of them and that the demoness weren't there watching, but if this was all she had to do, she could manage.

Grasping Dakota's shaft and eliciting a stifled gasp from the wolf girl, Sypha guessed that Dakota had been right in her size comparison. It appeared to be about an inch longer than Jezebel's twelve inches had been, although the girth was the same. Leaning in, Sypha captured the tip between her lips, making Dakota groan in pleasure. It was actually easier to take in than Jezebel's or Mordall's. With its canine nature, the tip was more pointed and narrower than the rounded heads she had taken previously and was easier to get started in her mouth.

"Hmm, someone's eager." Jezebel chuckled behind her.

Ignoring the comment, Sypha continued on. She was actually happy to have the opportunity to please Dakota for a change. The werewolf had been more than generous with giving Sypha insanely powerful orgasms without asking for any reciprocation. Now, Sypha would be able to pay her back for those times. She put all her skill, which wasn't particularly all that much, into blowing Dakota. Her tongue swirled all around her tip, rubbing and massaging wherever it went. Sypha felt a tinge of pride, hearing the gasps and moans from Dakota, and kept right on going, using those sounds to fuel her motivation and also to direct exactly what she should be doing. Her hand, which had been static since the beginning, soon joined in, slowly stroking back and forth along the engorged length, making the wolf girl squirm even more.

Dakota had to admit, she was readily enjoying herself. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. Sypha's mouth felt so warm and smooth, and her tongue was pushing all her buttons, caressing her sensitive places exquisitely. She was tempted to ask the girl to go deeper, only two or less inches in her mouth at a time, but there was no way she was going to do that. She wanted this to be as easy for Sypha as possible and to finish quickly if she could.

Unfortunately, Jezebel still had more in mind. Sypha squeaked, confused, when she felt a pair of hands on her waist, lifting her to her feet. She made a move to turn around and look, but a hand on the center of her back kept her bent forward at the waist, her head still in front of Dakota's crotch.

"Keep going, human." Jezebel ordered.

Too scared of the consequences of refusing, Sypha continued her blowjob, even as Jezebel pulled her arms behind her back, clicking a set of manacles on her wrists before she could tug them free. It became abundantly clear to Sypha that this would not be an easy blowjob when she then felt the familiar feeling of another cock slapping down heavily on her rear. Dakota, who hadn't paid attention to the demon performing the spell or rearranging Sypha, having been too busy enjoying the human's actions, finally took notice when Sypha stopped sucking and she saw Jezebel's fat length cradled between her cheeks.

"Hey!" Dakota snapped, raising her hand.

Before she could swipe at Jezebel, the demoness snapped her fingers. The two girls' collars crackled to life and a pair of screams filled the room as the electricity tore through them painfully, rendering them rigid. Letting them feel it for a few seconds, Jezebel finally cut off the shock, resuming her work as they caught their breath.

"Don't test me again, beast." She warned.

Swallowing, nervously, Sypha resumed her blowjob. It was more difficult to do, bent over like this, and without the help of her hands. Also, she was painfully aware of the dick resting on her backside intimidatingly. Producing a bottle of oil from nowhere, Jezebel happily unstopped it and poured it all over her shaft and head, giggling as the girl beneath her flinched when some dripped down onto her ass. It wasn't so much for Sypha's benefit but rather her own, as she knew that it would feel far better with less friction.

All lubed up and ready to go, Jezebel hefted her slick cock in one hand and pointed it at her target, pushing forward. Sypha let out a muffled yelp, feeling the tip prod her ass, and unconsciously tried to move away, but the only way forward was onto Dakota's dick, causing her to gag as the penis in her mouth struck the entrance to her throat. Her body reflexively reversing course, she unintentionally pushed herself right back into Jezebel, helping the demon to pop the bulbous head past the tight opening and penetrating her butt.

Dakota could only watch on, helpless to do anything. To her shame, she still let out a moan as Sypha gagged on her, and then again as the entry into her tight rear drew a shriek from the girl, sending pleasurable vibrations into her new attachment. She wanted to do something to help Sypha out, but she knew that the result would be the same with them just receiving another shock before Jezebel continued. So, she remained motionless, just watching tensely while Jezebel worked her cock deeper and deeper into the wiggling human's ass.

Even though this was the third time for Sypha, it still wasn't any easier to accept Jezebel's dick. Her tight ass stretched and slowly gave way, reluctantly allowing the demon to force her way in, driving inch after inch of her girth in while Sypha struggled vainly. In short order, she had made it to the base, hilting herself entirely into Sypha while the girl screamed and cried out. Letting out a moan of her own, Jezebel bit her bottom lip and quickly pulled back, eager to start thrusting. The addition of lubricant, rather than relying solely on saliva like previously, made it even better for the demon. Her cock glided much easier, making the journey in and out of Sypha's butt feel excellent without needing to exert quite as much force as before.

Soon, she had started up a steady rhythm fucking Sypha. As her hips slapped against the blonde's ass, Sypha found herself with another problem. Each collision of their hips sent her rocking forward, forcing her right towards Dakota. After the first thrust into her rear pushed the tip of Dakota's cock into her uvula, she tried to turn her head away, but Jezebel caught her attempt. A handful of her blonde hair holding her head straight on, she resumed pounding away at the human's ass, keeping her from twisting off of the werewolf's cock.

Even more unfortunate for Sypha, the pointed, canine tip of Dakota's penis was far more adept at entry into her throat and, after only the first few strokes into her backside propelling her forward, Sypha could feel Dakota's cock sliding into her esophagus, ripping gag after gag from her. She could vaguely hear Jezebel and Dakota moaning in tandem, Dakota's legs shaking in pleasure, but she was far too busy focusing on the dual penetration to worry about anything else.

Dakota absolutely loved the sensation of Sypha's throat clenching around her. She felt terrible for enjoying it, but she did, nonetheless. It was incredibly tight and felt like velvet around her. The whole experience was like nothing she had ever felt. She had always known that blowjobs probably felt good for males, or demons like Jezebel with their magic, but this was on a whole other level from what she had pictured. She now knew the appeal of it. Unfortunately, she also knew the effect it was having on Sypha. It was plain in the gags and chokes floating up to her that each time she slid a bit deeper onto Dakota's cock, it was increasingly difficult and more uncomfortable. But still, Dakota couldn't help but groan in pleasure, reluctantly enjoying the feeling of Sypha's neck clamping and convulsing around her.

Smirking at the conflicted look of bliss on the werewolf's face, Jezebel gave another particularly hard thrust. The whole while, the three of them had been shifting across the room, an inch at a time. Jezebel would fuck Sypha, Sypha would move forward to get away from the length ramming her ass, and Dakota would force herself to step back to keep from hurting Sypha too much. With this final stroke from Jezebel, though, Dakota stepped back onto to find her backside collide with the bed, preventing her from backing up further. Now unable to evade, Dakota could do nothing except whimper in pleasure as each successive thrust from Jezebel pushed Sypha further and further down onto her cock, forcing her to take inch after inch.

Jezebel was surprised by the werewolf's stamina. They had been fucking now for a good twenty-five minutes, and she didn't get the sense that Dakota was approaching her orgasm yet, despite this being her first foray with a penis. Shrugging, the demon just ramped up her speed, knowing that her own finish was closing in. Having been warmed up considerable by Dakota's tongue earlier, she wasn't quite able to last as long as she normally would have liked, but that was fine. She would have plenty of opportunities later to continue her fun.

With a cry of release, Jezebel pounded her way in one final time and held herself there, buried to the base, her peak overtaking her. Sypha squirmed under her grasp, trying to evade the load, but Jezebel easily kept her still, forcing her to take each and every stream of cum that she had to give. She could almost hear the jets of jizz splashing inside the human, bulging out her belly and being made to accept the massive orgasm it was being fed. Giving Sypha one last thrust, another weaker pulse of cum leaving her, she stopped moving again, momentarily resting balls deep in the girl's ass as her erection slowly waned.

Pulling herself from Sypha's ass and dispelling her cock, it fading away rapidly, Jezebel checked the progress on the other end. Sypha was long since impaled on Dakota's length, the only thing stopping her from going any deeper being the large knot at the base of Dakota's canine appendage. Allowing Sypha to stumble forward to her knees, trying to push her head back from Dakota's groin, Jezebel took a knee next to the girl and stopped her retreat with two hands on the back of her head. Almost immediately, she was shoving Sypha back the way she came until she was once again kissing the knot with her stretched lips.

"L…let her go." Dakota panted, whimpering as Sypha's throat tightened up as she gagged again. "I can…I can finish this on my own."

"Then you should have done it sooner." Jezebel said, beginning to apply more pressure on Sypha's head.

"Fuuuuck!" Dakota cried out, feeling Sypha's lips starting to spread more as she was forced to start taking the knot into her mouth. "Wh…what are you…doing? Stop it!"

Jezebel just ignored her, keeping the weight on Sypha and jamming her blonde head onward. Sypha kicked and strained against the cuffs, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes as her jaw was forced open wider and wider.

"You're going to get her…get her stuck!" Dakota pleaded, between gasps and moans.

"Isn't that the point of a knot?" Jezebel said, nonchalantly. "You should know that better than anyone."

Before the werewolf could argue further, Jezebel gave a powerful jab against Sypha's head. Sypha felt her jaw open impossibly wide, feeling as though it were about to become dislocated, and then it cleared the widest section of the knot, closing back down. Feeling Jezebel's hands drop away from her, Sypha tried to pull back, only to find herself stuck. With the knot trapped behind her teeth and her jaw unable to open wide enough by itself, she was unable to remove the cock from her throat, no matter how much she kicked and struggled. Giggling at the sight, Jezebel snapped her fingers, the cuffs on Sypha's wrists melting out of existence.

"Well, it's been fun, ladies." She said, blowing a kiss to Dakota's furious face. "Until next time."

With that, she was gone, leaving behind the two girls stuck together.

"Sypha!" Dakota cried, her hands immediately coming down to help the girl. "Are…ah…are you okay?"

Sypha, of course, was unable to respond, and just slapped her freed hands against Dakota's thighs, absentmindedly. She knew there was nothing Dakota could do. She had enough knowledge of canine anatomy to know that once the bitch was knotted, she wasn't getting loose. Now, she was the bitch, and she wouldn't be getting loose until Dakota finished. So, all she could do was kneel there, her throat bulging obscenely, gagging and choking repeatedly.

Dakota eventually gave up trying to pry the girl's head away from her crotch. After Sypha's mouth had cleared and gotten locked, her knot had swelled even more, making escape totally out of the question. There was no way she was getting free. Not until she came. Unfortunately, Dakota didn't know how to make that happen. She had absolutely no experience with a cock and, to top things off, there was now no movement happening. She would have to rely on the perpetual gagging and clenching of Sypha's throat to get her off.

Looking around, Dakota gently reached down, carefully picking Sypha up around the waist. Easily carrying the light girl around and placing her on the bed, Dakota crawled up with her, still attached at the crotch. Carefully rearranging them until they were both on the mattress, Dakota lying on her back and Sypha on her front between the wolf girl's legs, she brought her hands down to Sypha's face. The next half hour she spent caressing the girl's hair and red face, offering soothing words of encouragement, and apologizing occasionally, making sure that Sypha's nose was clear at all times and that she was able to breathe. She gently whispered sweet things, unsure what else she could do other than try to comfort the human, all the while she was choking on the ridiculous rod that had been rammed down her throat.

It came up rather suddenly on Dakota about a half hour later. One minute she was humming and stroking Sypha's face, the next she was letting out a cry of ecstasy, her hips bucking up off the bed involuntarily as her orgasm exploded through her. Her eyes rolling up, Dakota unconsciously tightened her grip on Sypha's head as spurts of semen rushed out of her length and were pumped straight down the blonde's throat. Each successive shot was dumped straight into her stomach, immediately causing it to bulge Sypha's abdomen even further than it already was. She could feel every powerful spray, even more pressurized and of higher quantity then Jezebel's load had been, and it was reflected in her steadily growing belly.

After what seemed like forever, Dakota's climax eventually slowed down. The wolf girl was panting hard, sweat beading her body, but Sypha was certainly the worse off of the two. She was half unconscious by now, forced up onto her knees by the curve of her mid-section, cum leaking out her nostrils. Dakota, having recovered a bit, quickly resumed her efforts to remove the stuck girl, but was still unable to. It took another fifteen minutes before her knot shrank enough that she was able to pry Sypha away, popping it from the blonde's tired jaw, and then an additional ten minutes before the waning of her erection was sufficient for the flow of magic to terminate on its own, the canine cock melting out of existence and disappearing to revert Dakota to her original state.

Feeling horrible for what had happened, Dakota easily picked the exhausted, inflated girl up in her arms to carry her to the bath and get her back to sorts. Even as she was walking next door, though, she did have to admit that she had enjoyed it immensely. It had felt divine, basking in the tight, hot throat of Sypha. Now, she was going to always have some severe temptation with that tattoo on her hip.