Michael Myers
Halloween
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claimed by a hellhound on halloween
pairing: hellhound!steve rogers x female reader
summary: you’re trapped for eternity as a whore in hell’s most popular glory holes, but your entire afterlife changes when a hellhound walks into the pleasure house on halloween night and takes a particular liking to you. the hellhound claims to want to take you home with him, but will he really?
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), monsterfucking/teratophilia, knotting, dubcon (due do reader’s circumstances), forced sex work and very brief references to past noncon/rape, imprisonment by a demon (not Steve), soul contracts, ownership, degradation (reader’s called a whore a lot, not by Steve), restraints, smut, oral sex (f receiving), piv sex, unprotected sex, edging/orgasm delay, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, size kink, biting, light masochism, come marking, creampies, light come inflation, very brief breeding kink, dirty talk, praise kink, master/pet dynamic, pet names (pet, kitten), begging, eventual fluff, happy ending
word count: 11.7k
a/n: i kid you not, the idea for this fic started out as “what if glory holes, but in hell?” and then it sort of spiraled from there. i wasn’t sure at first what monster to make Steve, since i’ve written him as a demon and a werewolf before, so i went with a hellhound, which is sort of a mix between the two, and i’m really pleased with how it turned out!! this fic is probably softer than you’d expect based on the warnings, but i just haven’t been in a dark/soft!dark mood lately. hope y'all enjoy!! ♡♡
This story begins after your death. It’s the story of how you were claimed by the hellhound Steve Rogers on Halloween.
Your death—and your subsequent imprisonment in hell—wasn’t really your fault, but that’s what happens when you were the human sacrifice offered up to a demon by a group of men seeking more money and power than they knew what to do with.
It’s a tale as old as time: the men were granted their wish, and your soul was taken, as payment, to hell. And it was just your luck that the demon your soul was sold to, Asmodeus, has been looking for new whores to add to his pleasure house.
Which was how you ended up becoming the newest attraction in hell’s most popular glory holes.
Days passed strangely in hell, with no sun or moon to mark the passing of time, and so you didn’t know how long you spent in Asmodeus’s pleasure house, whether it was weeks, years, or a millennia. Eventually, it all blurred together, time ceasing to matter as you played your part as entertainment.
The pleasure house was the biggest in all of hell, servicing the underworld’s entire echelon of lesser demons. Since you were still one of Asmodeus’s newest acquisitions, you were relegated to the glory holes, though he often promised that if you were a good enough hole for his patrons, you could work your way up the hierarchy of whores.
But so much time had passed, it seemed, and all you’d done was rotate through the various positions in the glory hole rooms, where the lesser demons could use your holes for their pleasure. You’d begun to lose hope—you’d begun to accept that your afterlife would be nothing more than this.
Truthfully, it wasn’t all bad.
The incubi and succubi who visited the pleasure house always made sure you came—mainly because it was how they fed—and the shadow creatures could be surprisingly gentle, though they could spend an entire, exhausting eon edging you until you came so hard you passed out.
But at least that meant you got a little peace, even if demons continued to use you while you were unconscious.
Of all the lesser demons that frequented the pleasure house, the fiends were the worst. They were the ones that made you hope to one day earn your way out of the glory holes, so you could service some of hell’s greater demons and escape the fiends.
What made them the worst was their need to inflict pain in order to get off.
They’d leave you covered in bruises and marks from their claws—but that wasn’t as bad as the awful things they said to scare you. The fed off your fear, and they loved to spin tales of how much worse it was beyond the glory holes, how you should be happy they were the worst you had to deal with.
Eventually, you learned to like the pain the fiends inflicted, but their words sank deep into your bones until fear was as constant a companion as the patrons of the pleasure house. It made you yearn for and dread the day everything would change.
That day turned out to be Halloween.
All Hallows’ Eve was the only day of the year you ever marked in Asmodeus’s pleasure house, solely because it was when the glory holes were practically deserted. With the veil between hell and earth so thin, demons preferred to torment the living instead of the whores in the afterlife.
There were still a few demons milling around Asmodeus’s glory holes, but you were enjoying a moment of respite, the screams of your fellow whores an almost lulling soundtrack as you let your mind drift numbly. You tried not to think of how your life had been cut short, and the terrible circumstances in which you’d found yourself in your afterlife.
Then, suddenly, your instincts came alive, an awareness like the tip of a sharp knife blade trailing down your spine, and you focused on your surroundings.
There—you heard the heavy tread of a greater demon in the hallway outside the room, and to your astonishment, it stepped into the room.
It was rare that a greater demon would visit Asmodeus’s glory holes. Unlike lesser demons, they could afford the steep prices of renting an entire whore for a night—perhaps even a whole room of whores, if they so wished.
In all your time in the pleasure house, you hadn’t ever been visited by a greater demon, and you suddenly wondered if your soul would survive it. You might already be dead, but you’d heard tales of a second death, one that was even a mystery to the residents of hell.
If anyone could manage it, it was a greater demon.
Greater demons were much bigger then lesser demons, their size reflecting their status and power in hell’s hierarchy. The bigger the were, the more powerful.
Whereas lesser demons were more or less the same size as humans, which meant they were manageable and less likely to harm your soul, greater demons were monstrous. Some were so massive, they could tear you apart, leaving your soul destroyed.
Each step of the greater demon into the room rattled the chains holding you captive, the iron cuffs around your wrists connected to bolts on either side of your little compartment. The walls shook just as much as the platform on which you lay on your back.
The hole in the wall was big enough for your waist to fit through, but small enough that you couldn’t see the demon on the other side. It made the moment even more terrifying, that you couldn’t see the greater demon that had entered the room.
Your body trembled while the lumbering steps moved closer, and you instinctively tried to close your thighs on the other side of the wall. The cuffs around your ankles bit coldly into your skin, keeping you chained so your legs were spread wide open, your pussy on display and completely vulnerable.
The greater demon came to a stop, and the quiet cacophony of the room filled your ears—the obscene noises of rutting demons and squealing whores sounding loud in the sudden absence of his steps.
You heard the greater demon give an arrogant scoff before he roared, “GET OUT!”
Even though you’d known the greater demon was there, the strength and power of his roar made you jump, a sharp cry of surprise tearing from your lips before you could bite it back. You felt immediately foolish for such a fearful sound, especially since you could practically feel the greater demon’s attention snap to you.
Your teeth sank deep into your lower lip as you bit back a whimper, your ankles rattling the chains holding your thighs open when you felt the demon’s gaze roam deliberately over your plump thighs and swollen pussy. It felt like he was assessing your suitability for his needs, and you’d never hoped so desperately to be found lacking.
Finally, the greater demon’s gaze moved away from you, and you breathed a sigh of relief.
“I want my pick of the litter, Asmodeus,” the greater demon growled, clearly unhappy that the lesser demons in the room hadn’t cleared out like he’d ordered. They’d simply gone on fucking, lost in their own worlds. “Get this riffraff out of my way.”
“Of course, sire,” Asmodeus said, and you could easily picture the obsequious smile that stretched across your master’s handsome face.
Three sharp claps sounded within the room, ringing in your head. Then the demon’s voice filled every crevice of the room and your little compartment, forcing you to pay attention to the words.
“Please exit through the door behind me,” Asmodeus commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument despite how polite his words sounded. “You may make use of any other glory hole rooms, but this one is closed.”
There was a good deal of grumbling on the other side of the wall, and the wet sound of cocks being pulled from mouths, pussies and asses. You could even make out some questioning sounds from the other whores, despite the magic that prohibited you from communicating with one another.
It took a few moments for the room to clear out, and when it was only the greater demon and Asmodeus left, your master spoke to the other. “The room is yours, sire. Please let me know if there’s anything else I can do to make your visit more enjoyable.”
Asmodeus’s quick, light steps retreated and the door to the room snicked shut, the distinct sound of the lock turning making your heart pound a little harder. Then you, and the others, were left alone with the greater demon—and all his wants and whims.
It occurred to you that you didn’t know what type of demon he was, but you didn’t have to wonder for long. The greater demon dropped forward onto all fours, magic crackling in the room as he transformed, and he begun prowling along the wall. His sharp, snuffling inhales were the only sounds in the room.
He was a hellhound, you realized, and you couldn’t fight the whimper that rose up your throat, choking on it as it tumbled from your lips.
Again, you felt the demon’s attention dart to you, the beast’s gaze feeling heavier and hungrier as he eyed your trembling thighs and weeping pussy. For a long moment, it stayed fixed on you before it skated away and he returned to the hole he’d been inspecting.
In all your time in hell, you’d never encountered a hellhound, but you’d heard of them. The fiends liked to torture you with stories of the whores who’d been ripped apart by hellhounds, their souls too small and weak to withstand being knotted by the great beasts.
Over time, you’d pieced together the history of hellhounds, how they’d begun as simple hounds tasked with chasing down souls owed to hell. However, they’d evolved over the millennia. They’d grown smart enough to take on a human form, allowing them to easier pass in the world of the living and better hunt down souls.
But hellhounds had the ability to shift into their beast form at will, retaining their sharp minds and competency with speech. They were a formidable force, and had worked their way up the hierarchy of hell, their beast forms growing more and more monstrous as they gained power.
Hellhounds were ruthless, and they cared about little else besides getting their job done and rutting anything with a hole tight enough to be ripped apart by their massive cocks. To hear the fiends tell it, there wasn’t a single human soul that had survived being knotted by a hellhound.
And now there was one prowling closer and closer to where you were tied down and helpless to the greater demon.
All you could do was pray that he didn’t choose you, that he didn’t intend on ruining the soul of every whore in the room, and have faith that, for once, your prayers would be answered.
Unfortunately, you didn’t have that kind of luck.
It felt like the hellhound spent a short age skulking around the room, scrutinizing what was on offer, but perhaps that was your anxiety and fear making time move more slowly.
Finally, the beast came to you, his large snout surprisingly soft and velvety as it snuffled down the line of your thigh before lingering near your pussy. His warm breath puffed against your swollen folds, and your body gave an involuntary shiver of delight.
To your great shame, desire gathered like dew on a flower petal between your folds, and leaked down the line of your slit. Unable to do anything but tremble in your chains, you felt a drop of your arousal drip onto the snout of the hellhound.
The heat of his tongue barely brushed against your warm, swollen folds as he licked your taste from his nose, and you gave a pitiful, almost soundless whimper. Unbidden, the desire grew within your belly, your body aching to feel the monster’s tongue on your cunt.
A deep, rumbling purr sounded between your thighs, sending your thoughts scattering to the wind. The sound was so low and close to your soft pussy that it fluttered with excitement. You knew the hellhound could sense your body’s response, because its purr kicked up a notch, like the beast was smiling.
You could barely process the flare of pleased pride that bloomed to life between your ribs at the thought of making the hellhound smile before the flat of the creature’s tongue pressed against your pussy. He licked a long, firm line up your weeping slit, from the tight rosebud of your ass all the way to your achy clit.
“Ahh!” The cry of pleasure was ripped from your lungs before you could think to stop it, your spine arching up off the platform where you lay.
Your hands and feet tugged uselessly at the chains holding you down, but you weren’t trying to get away. Pleasure had momentarily chased your fear away and your body was moving instinctively to trap the beast’s head between your thighs. You wanted more of his tongue, you wanted the scorching pleasure he had to offer.
The monster let out a husky chuckle that sounded more beastly than human, and lapped at your pussy again. Delightful tingles danced beneath your skin everywhere the hellhound’s tongue touched, making you squirm and writhe beneath his ministrations, seeking more.
“So responsive,” the hellhound purred against your wet, heated flesh.
He licked your clit with quick, furious lashes that had you crying out again, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes at the overwhelming pleasure of his hot tongue. Your skin dug mercilessly into the iron cuffs holding you, but you didn’t care, bucking your hips to chase the beast’s tongue.
“Do you like that, pet?” he asked, sounding unbearably patronizing even through the animalistic growl of his voice. “Do you like the way I lick your pretty, puffy pussy?”
God help you, but you did, and you knew it would be your downfall. Because, despite all the warnings of the fiends who’d told you that the hellhound would only destroy you, you were tempted to tell the truth. You wanted to tell him that you loved the feeling of his tongue on your body—that you even desperately wanted more.
You tried to bite your lip against answering the beast’s questions, believing that the truth would damn you to a fate worse than working in Asmodeus’s pleasure house. No matter how bad the glory holes were, it couldn’t possibly be worse than what the hellhound would do to you.
However, the monster took your silence as a challenge, and he chuckled like he was all too happy to meet it—to torture an answer out of you.
The hellhound pressed his tongue more firmly against your pussy, dragging the hot length through your folds, dipping briefly into your hole, before swirling around your clit and nipping at your aching bud with his sharp teeth. When you didn’t break and babble your answer, he huffed another laugh and did it again—and again and again.
All you could do was bite your bottom lip harder, your moans and whines muffled as you panted like a bitch in heat for the hellhound, but still refused to answer him. Your entire body shook violently as the beast pushed you steadily closer and closer to the edge of oblivion, but no matter how you humped against his snout, you couldn’t get there.
“Tell me, pet,” he crooned, his bestial growl reverberating through your cunt and making your mouth fall open on a pitiful moan. “Tell me how much you love my tongue, and I’ll let you come.” He gave your pussy another long, lingering lick. “Maybe I’ll even let you come home with me.”
The thought should’ve sent fear stabbing through your heart, but your body betrayed you—your pussy gave an excited pulse at the idea of going home with the hellhound. It took a great deal of effort for your mind, which was growing quieter and quieter the longer the beast’s tongue was on you, to remember why that wasn’t what you should want.
Besides, it didn’t matter what you wanted. Your soul belonged to Asmodeus, and he’d made it clear when he’d claimed you and brought you to hell that you’d never be anything but one of his whores.
The creature’s teeth grazed your swollen folds as he pushed his tongue deep into your hole, fucking you better than any of the lesser demons who’d tried to give you pleasure, and you whimpered wantonly. It felt so good, you almost forgot how dangerous the hellhound was to your soul.
“Aw, pretty pet, have you already been fucked too dumb to talk? Is that the problem?” The hellhound’s voice was filled with condescending sweetness, which only made your pussy flutter more with desire.
He lapped wildly at your cunt, burying his snout against your clit as his tongue thrust deep inside you, fucking you with the hot, squirming length. In moments, he’d pushed you to the edge. Then, suddenly, he pulled back, refusing to let you fall into oblivion’s embrace.
Feeling bereft, your pussy so wet and aching and needy, you sobbed loudly. It was on the tip of your tongue to tell him how much you liked it, the truth wanting to spill free, and the beast must’ve sensed it.
“Say it, pet,” he purred, the commanding words uttered against your cunt, like the hellhound knew that was the way to your soul. “Say you fucking love my tongue.”
Something inside you broke—whether it was your survival instinct or the numbness protecting your heart, you couldn’t say—and you gave in to the hellhound.
“I love it!” you cried, sobbing with frustration from your denied release. You squirmed on the platform, chasing the beast’s snout and wordlessly begging for more as the truth spilled from your lips. “I love your tongue, sir! Please, fuck me with it, make me come. I’ll say anything you want, do anything you want, just fuck me—please!”
“Good pet,” the hellhound purred against your pussy, burying his snout back against your heated core.
He worked you with his tongue, fucking you deep and hard while his sharp teeth ground against your clit. In mere moments, he drove you back to the edge, oblivion threatening to consume you whole.
But again, before you could tip over the edge, he pulled away, growling, “Beg me to keep you. Beg me to take you home with me—beg me to make you mine.”
Your mind was too far gone to protest. All you could do was what the beast commanded and hope he’d finally let you come. That was all that mattered in that moment, not your soul or who you belonged to, only your pleasure.
“Please! Please, sir, I—oh fuck,” you cut off on a groan, the hellhound’s tongue diving deep into your pussy. His hot tongue fucked your tight cunt so good, you lost your train of thought, fighting to keep going. “Keep me! I’ll be your perfect pet, please, take me home and make me yours!”
Your words devolved into a sob, tears of need streaming from your eyes and down your temples while your hips writhed as much as you were able through the hole in the wall. Instinctively, your body bore down on the beast’s tongue, trying to match the rhythm of his thrusting.
But instead of giving you the release you so desperately yearned for, the hellhound pulled away again—and you screamed in frustration. The piercing, broken cry tore from your throat so suddenly, you had no hope of biting it back, but it only seemed to please the hellhound.
“Pretty pet, perfect pet,” the creature rumbled between your thighs, a depraved smile dripping from his sharp teeth. “Sound so pretty—sound like mine.”
The hellhound’s snout brushed your clit, making your body jerk and a sharp whine spill from your lips. The praise in his bestial voice sent delicious tingles of delight dancing down your spine, but it wasn’t enough.
“But you can beg prettier than that.”
“Please,” you mewled pathetically, your voice thready with need. “Master…” The word slipped so easily from your lips, you barely noticed it, until the creature growled a deep, pleased sound.
“Mm, good pet,” he praised, and you could hear the satisfaction in his animalistic growl. “More like that.”
Your heart clenched beneath your ribs and your pussy pulsed at the encouragement from the hellhound. You did as he commanded and begged as pretty as you could.
“I want to be yours, master, please—make me yours,” you pleaded, your voice thick with tears of desperation that wanted to spill down your cheeks. “Take me home, keep me forever. I’ll be so good for you, I swear, I’ll be yours, all yours, only yours!”
The hellhound hummed a sound of acknowledgement. He nonchalantly licked your slit, seeming to enjoy the way you bucked and trembled and mewled for him. After a long, frustrating moment, he flicked his tongue over you clit, making you choke on a gasp.
“Well, since you asked so sweetly,” he murmured, making your heart leap at the thought that he might finally allow you to come.
Your hope barely had time to take root before the hellhound was pulling away. You didn’t even have time to whine in protest because, in the next breath, he sank his sharp teeth into the meat of your thigh.
A scream so piercing, so ear-splitting it made your head ring, tore from your lips as pain sliced through your body. It twisted through you so violently, twining with the lingering pleasure of the hellhound’s tongue, that you came.
You shattered apart like a glass bottle filled to bursting, your scream blending into the next as pulses of exquisite pain-edged pleasure coursed through your body. It was so overwhelming, so devastating, you had to cling to consciousness by your fingertips.
All the while, your pussy clenched pathetically around nothing. Unbidden, you desperately wished you’d had a thick cock and bulging knot filling you up, giving you something for your cunt to squeeze. Something in the depths of your soul told you it would feel so good to be knotted by the hellhound…
“That’s a good pet,” the hellhound murmured against your skin, pulling his teeth free and licking the wound he’d left behind. “You come so pretty—made such pretty sounds while I marked you as mine.”
It took a moment for the beast’s words to permeate your pleasure-drunk mind, and when they did, you already felt a pleasantly warm tingling spreading from the place where he’d bitten you. It should’ve worried you, but you were too lost to the lingering bliss of your release to wonder what his words or that feeling meant.
Before your pleasure had fully begun to ebb, the hellhound pulled away from between your thighs, and you felt the crackle of magic in the air again.
In the next breath, a cock plunged into your still weakly clenching pussy, and you screamed as you came again. It was a sudden, and more sharp release, tearing a broken cry from you, your throat already feeling raw from how much you’d sobbed and screamed for the monster.
“Oh fuck yeah, that’s good,” the hellhound growled, his voice sounding much more human. It was still pleasantly deep, a rich timbre that sent delicious tingles down your spine, and you liked it just as much as his bestial tone.
Belatedly, you realized he must’ve shifted into his human form, and you were surprised at the thoughtfulness of the gesture. He was big, even for a human, and if he’d still been in his monstrous form, you felt certain he would’ve torn you apart. But he’d chosen not to.
A more cynical voice in your head reminded you that demons never did anything out of consideration for others, which meant the hellhound must have a selfish reason for fucking you in his human form—though you couldn’t think of what it could be. Maybe he was just keeping you alive to torture you later…
“Your pussy feels as good as she tastes, pet.”
The hellhound’s words brought you back to the moment, and the warmth in his voice made you feel oddly proud for earning his praise. You offered a tentative, “Th-thank you, master,” in return.
A distinctly human, albeit much larger than normal, hand slid down your unmarked thigh, in what felt like an affectionate gesture. His touch was warm and almost gentle as it stroked down your soft skin, coming to a stop on your lower belly.
He pressed down, making you feel his cock more acutely.
The hellhound was bigger than any of the lesser demons you’d had, and even though it was a tight fit, it wasn’t uncomfortable. His cock was thick enough to steal the breath from your lungs, and long enough to hit a spot deep inside your pussy that made you clench when his tip brushed against it.
Altogether, he felt…perfect. More perfect than you ever hoped to find in hell, and you didn’t know if you could trust it. But you wanted to.
“Do you like my cock, pet?” the hellhound asked, as if he could somehow read your mind.
For a moment, you panicked that he really could before you remembered that wasn’t one of a hellhound’s abilities. But there was one you’d forgotten about—his sense of smell.
“I can smell you, pet,” he explained when you didn’t respond. “I can smell the way you’re dripping with new desire just for my cock. So I’ll ask you again, do you like my cock?”
“I do, master,” you whispered, hoping your honesty would earn you some favor with the monster.
But, for some reason, you couldn’t leave it at that. The hellhound’s cock felt too good, and something deep in your heart urged you to continue, to tell him the full truth of it.
“You feel…” you began, trailing off as your hips squirmed, fucking yourself experimentally on his thick length. “Perfect.” The word slipped from your lips on a contented sigh, a smile curving the corners of your mouth as you settled back onto the platform.
You hadn’t felt such peace as you did while impaled on the hellhound’s cock since you’d been taken to hell. It was such a foreign feeling, it took you a long moment to name it. And once you did, you let yourself submit to it—submit to the hellhound himself.
“Good girl, pet,” the creature cooed from the other side of the wall, his thumb finding your clit and petting it sweetly, earning him a keening moan. “You feel perfect, too,” he murmured, his voice so low you wondered if he was talking more to himself than to you. “Almost too perfect to be real.”
Before you could gather the courage to ask what he meant, the hellhound began to move. He withdrew from your tight heat slowly, making you feel every inch of his thick, veiny shaft, before thrusting back inside and dragging a sharp cry from your lips.
“That’s it, let me hear you, pet,” the monster urged.
He set a brutal pace, his hips clapping against your thighs as he fucked you through the glory hole, every thrust smacking against the bite marks on your skin and sending dizzying pain-edged pleasure dancing through your body.
“Tell me—tell me how much you fucking love being split open and fucked by your master’s cock.”
“I love it, master!” you cried happily, your hands rattling the chains holding your wrists. You wanted to grab hold of the beast fucking you, you wanted to wrap your thighs around him and hold him tight and never let him go. “I fucking love your cock, love how you’re stretching me open—it’s so good, master, ‘m gonna come again!”
The hellhound let out a delicious, devious chuckle. His thumb tapped your clit lightly, brushing it teasingly, winding you up with the barest of touches while he pounded into your tight cunt. All you could do was squirm, panting and whining for more, as you clawed closer and closer to your release.
“Do it, pet,” the hellhound growled. “Come all over your master’s cock, show me and everyone in this cursed place who you truly belong to.”
With his other hand, he pressed his fingers into the teethmarks he’d left on your thigh, and the sharp spike of pain twisted violently with the pleasure of his cock. You were weak to his dominating pleasure and pain, and in seconds, you were done for.
Another wretched scream dragged itself from the depths of your soul, filling your small compartment on your side of the wall with the earth-shattering sound as you came.
Your cunt clenched down viciously on the monster’s cock, sucking him deeper, as if your body was begging for the hellhound’s knot. The greater demon moaned loudly, obscenely, his satisfaction dripping from the sound, and even more pleasure pulsed through your pussy, feeling a perverse sense of pride at making him feel so good.
“Fuck, pet, you’re so tight, feels like you’re sucking me deeper, s’like your pretty cunt wants my knot,” the hellhound growled.
He was sounding less and less human by the second, but you didn’t sense the magic that meant he was shifting. He was just getting closer to his own release, losing control as he took his pleasure in your body.
“Do you want my knot, pretty pet, want me to stuff you full to bursting withe come, then plug you up so it doesn’t spill out?”
“Yes, master!” you cried without thinking. All the warnings the fiends had given you had long since fled from your mind, leaving only a bone-deep need to be knotted by the hellhound. “Knot me—knot my tight little pussy, master, make me yours! Please!”
“Fuck, you’re too fucking perfect—fuck!”
The hellhound snarled, sounding furious as he pulled free from you still-clenching pussy. With a monstrous roar, the creature came, his come erupting from the tip of his cock and spilling across the same thigh he’d bitten. Rope after rope of come lashed your skin, coating both your thighs until you were dripping with him.
You were so focused on listening to rumbling purrs of satisfaction and the wet sounds of his fist stroking his cock, it took you a moment to notice the tingling sensation in your thigh. Some of the throbbing pain from the beast’s bite marks began to abate, and it almost felt like the marks were healing, supernaturally stitching together.
A low, mournful moan slipped from your lips at the feeling, and a desperate part of you hoped that whatever was happening, it wouldn’t remove the marks entirely. You wanted something to remember the hellhound by after he inevitably left you behind in the pleasure house.
After all, he was a greater demon and you were nothing more than a common whore of a soul.
Even after all his talk about how perfect you felt, and how he wanted to take you home and make you his, you didn’t really believe he intended to follow through. Demons said a lot of things they didn’t mean during sex.
Besides, it didn’t matter whether he really did want to make you his. Asmodeus owned your soul and he’d never allow the hellhound to keep you.
So, you might never get to go home with the hellhound whose name you didn’t even know, but you hoped at least he’d leave his mark behind. It would be a reminder of the best sex of your life—and your afterlife.
With a sad sigh, you closed your eyes, praying to keep the tears gathering between your lashes at bay at least as long as it took the hellhound to leave. His heavy breathing on the other side of the wall had evened out and you tried to prepare yourself for him to abandon you to your fate at the pleasure house.
To your surprise, though, he spoke. His voice had lost the animalistic growl he’d had while buried balls-deep in your body, and he sounded much more calm and collected when he muttered, “Asmodeus, come.”
It made you snicker to hear your demon master spoken to like a dog, the tears receding from your eyes as you curiously tuned in to what was happening on the other side of the wall.
Though you’d tried to be quiet about it, the hellhound’s hearing was sharp enough that he must’ve heard your mirthful sound, because his hand dropped to your unmarked thigh, giving you what felt like an affectionate squeeze.
Your heart thumped happily in your chest in response, and you had to remind the silly organ not to be so fond of the hellhound. Even though he hadn’t left immediately after he was done with you, it didn’t mean he was serious about taking you home with him—no matter how much you wanted it to be true.
A moment later, the owner of the pleasure house—and your soul—stepped into the room. “What can I do for you, sire?” he asked, his voice seductive in the same way as a snake oil salesman’s.
“I’ll take this one’s contract off your hands,” the hellhound said, sending a jolt of surprise straight through your heart. You held your breath, barely daring to hope. “I’m taking her home with me,” he said, patting your thigh and leaving no room for confusion about who he meant.
Tentative excitement flooded your body at the prospect of escaping the glory holes and being taken in by a beast who seemed much more caring and attentive than your current master. Inexplicably, your soul yearned to belong to the hellhound, and you were so happy that it seemed to be coming true.
Still, the rational side of your mind reminded you Asmodeus was unlikely to give you up so easily. He owned your soul for eternity, per the contract with the men who’d sacrificed you to him, and it would require a steep price to sell your soul to another demon.
“That’s not—This isn’t…” Asmodeus stammered, seemingly caught off guard by the hellhound’s offer. He went silent and you heard him taking in a deep breath. When he spoke again, his voice was smooth, but cold. “My whores are not for sale, sire.”
The honorific was bitten off like a curse, but the hellhound didn’t seem rankled. In fact, he chuckled, like the other demon’s protests were nothing more than child’s play.
“This one is, and I’m buying her.” The hellhound’s words were friendly enough, but there was a bite to them, like he was snapping his sharp teeth, and you could practically hear Asmodeus recoil. “Either that, or I’ll take her by force. Don’t let it come to that.”
By the end of his warning, the hellhound had abandoned all pretense of friendliness, his words dripping with violence the way you imagined blood might drip from his sharp teeth. Something about the way the hellhound spoke filled you with an immense amount of pride—he was a fearsome demon, you could tell, and his warning wasn’t to be taken lightly.
Thankfully, Asmodeus was smarter than he looked and sounded, and he quickly acquiesced to the hellhound’s demands.
With a few snaps of his fingers, Asmodeus used his magic to unlock the cuffs binding you to your platform, and to transport you into the room where he and the hellhound stood.
Your legs gave out as soon as your feet touched the ground, so unused to standing and so wrung out by your recent releases, you had no hope of keeping your legs under you.
The hellhound deftly caught you around the waist before you could fall, and he gathered you up in his big, strong arms. Your bare, naked body was crushed against a hard body clad in silky satin, buttery soft cotton and deliciously decadent velvet—all in a deep, fathomless black.
Your eyes caught on the strong chest before you, lingering on the way the hellhound’s cloak draped so perfectly over his broad shoulders, the satin of his shirt clinging enticingly to the muscles beneath, unbuttoned enough to reveal a peak of dark hair against golden skin.
Lifting your eyes almost reluctantly, you looked up into the face of your new master—and couldn’t believe your good luck.
The hellhound was attractive beyond belief. Sun-kissed golden brown hair was swept back from his classically handsome face, a smattering of freckles dusted across the straight line of his nose. Crystal blue eyes, which looked like they were mined from the finest sapphires on earth, stared back at you, a spark of interest in their depths.
His human form wore a dark beard, which made him look equal parts distinguished and fearsome, even as it framed a pair of lips so inviting, you couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh of yearning. As you watched, the hellhound’s mouth quirked into a small smirk, like he enjoyed the way you were staring at his lips.
“I am Steve Rogers,” the hellhound said, his eyes roaming your face hungrily, and you were pleased to see he appeared to like what he saw. “What’s your name, pet?”
In a raspy voice, your throat still raw from all the screaming you’d done in pleasure, you gave him your name; he hummed in acknowledgement, turning it over on it his tongue, like a gem to be examined carefully.
Unable to stop yourself, you asked the question that was plaguing your heart. “Are you really taking me home, m-master?” There was an eager note to your voice and you could tell Steve heard it by the subtle way he cocked his head.
“Outside the bedroom, you may call me ‘my lord’,” he said, calloused fingers smoothing over your face, gently rubbing the salt from the corners of your eyes where your tears had dried. “And yes I’m taking you home.” He cupped your chin, tilting your face up toward his so he could search your eyes. “You’ll live with me now, because I’m going to keep you forever, isn’t that right, pet?”
There was a somberness in his expression, and you got the impression that if you’d said no, or protested in any other way, Steve would’ve left you alone. But you didn’t want that—you wanted him.
A tentative smile curved the corner of your mouth as you stared up into the eyes of the hellhound who would rescue you from the afterlife of your nightmares. He looked every bit your savior, even with the monster hiding within.
“Right, my lord,” you murmured, turning your head and pressing a kiss into his warm palm.
Your eyes slipped closed as you inhaled his scent—something spicy and wild, as untamable as an whipping wind on an October night—and let the tension in your shoulders ease. The hellhound smelled right somehow, like he was yours just as much as you were his.
“Good pet,” Steve cooed, bringing you back to the moment, shifting his hand to stroke your cheek affectionately.
Then he turned to Asmodeus, who was watching the two of you with a faintly sick look on his face.
“Do what must be done to transfer her contract to me,” the hellhound commanded, taking off his cloak and wrapping it around your shoulders, swathing you in his warmth and scent. “Name your price—whatever it is, she’s worth it.”
You tucked your face into the plush velvet of the cloak at your shoulder, and breathed in Steve’s scent, letting it fill your lungs and bring peace to your mind. The gesture earned a fond stroke from the hellhound, his mouth curving into a smile as he looked at you.
“At least let me wash her up a bit before you take her,” Asmodeus tried, and you stiffened in Steve’s arms, not liking the idea of being separated from him, even for a few moments to take a bath.
Though your reaction might’ve surprised you, it paled in comparison’s to the hellhound’s response to Asmodeus’s suggestion.
“Leave her!” Steve roared, tucking you tighter into his body and turning away to hide you from the other demon’s sight.
On instinct, your fingers undid a few buttons of Steve’s shirt and you slipped your hands inside, pressing against his hot skin. Your touch seemed to soothe the demon, and he visibly calmed, rolling his shoulders and swiping a hand through his hair while the other wrapped around the back of your neck.
“I’ve marked her as mine,” Steve said, sounding just a touch sheepish. “She can’t be cleaned up yet or the mark won’t take properly.”
The teethmarks on your thigh tingled, and you almost snorted at the hellhound’s arrogance. He marked you as his before he’d even been granted permission by the demon who owned your soul. The master of the pleasure house could make things difficult for you and Steve if he wanted to—thankfully, he didn’t seem to want to.
Asmodeus heaved a heavy sigh, sounding like he carried the weight of the underworld on his shoulders, and gave a weary shake of his head. Then he flicked his wrist, conjuring a scroll of paper from thin air. He unspooled it, summoned a quill and handed the document over to Steve.
The demons completed the contract amendment transferring ownership of your soul over to Steve Rogers, signing their names, and then it was done.
Before the ink was even dry, the hellhound lifted you into his thick arms, his supernatural strength and size making it easy. He gave you a moment to get settled, tucking his cloak in around your body, as he nuzzled your cheek.
“Ready to go home, pet?” Steve asked warmly, brushing a sweet kiss to the apple of your cheek, teasing your skin with the roughness of his beard.
You heard Asmodeus gag as he retreated from the room, and you couldn’t help but say a silent prayer the door would hit him in the ass on the way out.
Once he was gone, you gave Steve your full attention, your fingers sinking into the coarse hair of his beard and pulling him close to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“Yes, my lord,” you murmured against his mouth. “Take me home.”
If the hellhound bristled at being commanded by his pet, he showed no sign of it. Instead, Steve grinned fondly, and then he was whisking you through the pleasure house, bringing you to the portal that would take him anywhere in hell he wanted to go.
Steve clutched you tighter against his chest, then stepped through.
All the oxygen was sucked from your lungs, and if you’d still been living, you would’ve perished immediately. As it was, your head spun violently, feeling as though you’d been sucked up into the vortex of a tornado.
It was a small eternity and less than a second before Steve’s leather boots landed firmly on the other side of the portal.
“Alright, kitten?” he asked, his voice sounding fuzzy and far away.
Your senses came back into focus slowly, your mind following the sparkle in Steve’s eyes and the curve of his smile back from the darkness that had threatened to drag you under. The hellhound waited until you gave him a nod and a smile in return before he began walking.
Glancing around, you found yourself in a dark mansion, lit largely by the ethereal red-tinged glow that permeated hell. It had a vacant feeling, like it hadn’t been occupied in a while, but there were signs of life.
The dark wallpapered walls and even darker wooden floors were broken up by some pops of color—sensual art hung on the walls, violet and crimson plants on accent tables and shelves. Dark wooden furniture was upholstered with sumptuous black velvet, and gorgeous brocade curtains hung over the windows.
Altogether, it looked more cozy than dreary, and you hoped to get to explore, though it would have to another time.
Without stopping to let you look around, Steve strode through the mansion like he was on a mission. He carried you upstairs to the master bedroom, promising to give you a proper tour later.
He tugged his cloak from your shoulders and spread you out on a massive bed, laying you down on black silk sheets and pillows that felt like the most luxurious clouds beneath your back.
You took a quick, cursory glance around the room, finding it decorated in much the same way as the rest of the mansion, before returning your gaze to the hellhound. He stood at the foot of the bed, his blue eyes dark with hunger as they roamed purposefully over you body, taking in every inch of your naked form.
“Gorgeous,” Steve growled, his handsome face twisting with a greedy sort of lust that had your heart pitter-pattering excitedly.
When his gaze reached your thigh, it lingered. A dark, fathomless possessiveness flashed in his eyes as he stared at the marks he’d left on your skin.
Curious, you glanced down and saw it for the first time.
Half of your thigh was dotted with the curved outline of teethmarks left by the impressively big bite of the hellhound’s bestial form. Something in your belly fluttered excitedly at the undeniable mark that had scabbed and scarred already, leaving what appeared to be a permanent brand on your skin the shape of Steve’s teeth.
Unbidden, and at perhaps the most inopportune moment, the warnings of the fiends resurfaced in your mind. All evidence seemed to indicate Steve wanted to keep you in sound health and mind, but you couldn’t help the little niggle of worry that the hellhound was just playing with his food before he devoured your soul.
“Are you going to kill me?”
The question popped from your mouth before you could think to stop it, knowing how nonsensical it sounded—after all, you were already dead. Still, Steve was a greater demon, and he could certainly harm you more than a lesser demon ever could.
The hellhound’s head cocked to the side again and he looked at you curiously, his brows furrowed with confusion. “Why would you ask that, pet?”
His question was gentle enough, but you weren’t sure how to proceed—how much you should tell him about what the fiends had said. “I…”
Your gaze dropped from the demon’s handsome face to the satin shirt clinging to his chest. It was tucked smartly into tailored black pants, which revealed the bulge that had already begun to grow at the sight of you naked on his bed.
You almost abandoned your question entirely, thinking Steve Rogers and his hellhound cock might be worth risking your entire being.
“You can tell me anything,” Steve said, his voice gently coaxing. Slowly, he climbed onto the bed, prowling up the length of your body until he face was above yours. His eyes searched yours intently. “Tell me.”
As if of their own accord, your lips parted and spilled your secrets to the hellhound.
“Some of the fiends at the pleasure house would…tell me things,” you began, and once you’d started, the rest poured out in a rush between breaths. “They wanted to scare me, and they loved to tell me how lucky I was not to be fucked by a hellhound, because a hellhound’s knot would tear me apart, drive me insane, and destroy my soul—all of the above.”
For a moment Steve just stared at you, no doubt taking in the fear evident in your wide eyes and trembling lower lip. Then he heaved a sigh and lay down beside you, tucking you in against his chest while he wiped a hand down his face. You got the impression he was trying to tamp down on his frustration, and you waited for him to compose himself.
Once he’d regained control of himself, he looked down at you, his thumb stroking gently over your cheek.
“It’s true that a hellhound’s knot is large—even larger when we’re in our hound form,” Steve admitted, his fingertips tracing the curves of your face and down the line of your nose, like he was learning the shape of you. “But it’s not anything you can’t take, I promise.”
You let loose a sigh of relief you didn’t know you’d been holding on to, anxiety melting from your body at Steve’s reassuring words and the gentle way he touched your face.
“Why would they say that, then?” you asked, your curiosity getting the better of you again.
Steve gave you a wry grin as his fingertips traced your bottom lip. You wanted so badly to nip playfully at him, but you were too eager for his answer to distract him.
“Fiends resent the way hellhounds evolved,” Steve explained. “We rose up the ranks of hell, and they’ve stayed at the bottom, even after a millennia.”
Before you could stop yourself, you huffed an indignant sound on Steve’s behalf. “Sounds like a them problem to me,” you muttered, rolling your eyes at the tiny egos of the fiends.
Steve gave a deep, rumbling chuckle that had all the nerve endings in your body perking up, your nipples tightening as the gentle reverberations traveled down your spine.
“Demons aren’t exactly known for taking accountability for their actions,” Steve teased, his voice light and sweet as he brushed a kiss to the corner of your mouth.
Just that teasing touch had a soft moan slipping from your lips, and Steve pulled back, his sharp gaze watching you closely. Pouting, you turned your head and tipped your face toward him, wordlessly asking for more.
When he hesitated, as if wanting to make sure you knew what you were asking for, you whispered a soft, desperate, “Please.”
That one word from your lips made something in the hellhound snap; he closed the distance between you in less than a second, slanting his mouth to yours in a kiss.
Pops of color exploded in your mind’s eye at the first touch of his soft mouth against yours, delightful tingles cascading from the crown of your head down to the tips of your toes as you reveled in the perfect feeling of his kiss.
Then his tongue, hot and gentle, flicked playfully against the seam of your lips and you moaned, granting him entry to explore. Steve took everything you gave him, slipping into your mouth and stroking your tongue to tangle with his until the two of you were lost in each other.
For a long while, the two of you simply kissed, learning each other—what made you gasp, what made him groan—until the heat building in your body grew too insistent to ignore. Your arms circled Steve’s broad shoulders, fingers diving into his soft hair, and you pulled him on top of you.
“Clothes off, now,” you mumbled against the demon’s mouth, enjoying the delicious rasp of his beard against your cheeks. He broke away to brush tickling kisses down your neck and you whined, your fingers tugging insistently on the satin of his shirt.
“Demanding little thing, aren’t you, pet?” he purred in that deliciously patronizing voice, and you hissed like a spitting kitten. Steve chuckled indulgently, like you’d lived up to the other pet name he’d given you, but was smart enough to strip quickly out of his clothes.
When he was naked, Steve allowed you to push him onto his back. You straddled his body, perching on his thighs to get a good look at his human form.
He was slightly larger than a normal man, but by no means as monstrous as the fiends would’ve had you believe. Still, he looked formidable, with broad shoulders and thick muscles cording his arms. There was a lurking danger to Steve Rogers that was a constant reminder of his status as a greater demon.
But sprawled on his back, a grin teasing at the edges of his mouth, he looked completely at ease. It made it easy to feel comfortable around him, to explore him.
Steve tucked an arm behind his head, propping himself up to watch as your hands wandered his body, tracing some scars lingering on his shoulders, fingers raking through the pelt of hair on his chest. He wheezed slightly when you dug your fingers into his abdomen, feeling the soft layer of padding covering the hard muscle beneath.
Then you reached his cock, which stood proudly between his tree-trunk thighs.
It was so large, you could hardly believe you’d already taken it—and that you’d taken it so easily. Though, as you reminded yourself, you had been in the throes of a devastating release when he’d thrust inside you for the first time. No wonder it had set you off in a second orgasm when he’d done so.
Scooting forward, you pressed Steve’s thick cock against your body, the tip of him lining up with your belly button; your eyes widened, surprised all over again.
At the base, you could feel the slight bulge of his knot, which would inflate fully just before he came. Already, it was thick enough that when you wrapped both hands around it, your fingers didn’t touch. Your pussy gave an excited flutter at the idea of feeling his knot inside you, plugging you full while he filled you with come.
Still, you couldn’t help but voice the obvious question: “You’re bigger in your hound form!?” you asked incredulously, glancing up at Steve, who wore a self-satisfied smirk on his handsome face.
“A little less than doubly as big, yes,” he said smugly, clearly very pleased with the size of himself.
You would’ve laughed at how arrogant he sounded if it weren’t for the tremor of trepidation that snaked down your spine. You knew Steve had promised you could take him, but you suddenly weren’t so sure. He looked so big already, you couldn’t imagine the cock and knot of his hound form fitting inside your human-sized cunt.
Steve must’ve sensed your hesitation because he sat up, gathering you in his arms and tipping your face toward his to look him in the eye. He gave you a reassuring smile.
“You’ve already taken me like this, pretty pet,” he reminded you in a warm, rumbly voice that had your toes curling in delight. “I promise it won’t hurt to take me in my other form—I’d never want to hurt you.”
He captured your lips in a sweet kiss, as if sealing his promise like a deal.
You didn’t know if you should trust Steve’s word—he was a demon, after all—but he hadn’t given you any reason not to. Besides, something deep in your soul told you that he was someone you could count on. So you decided you were willing to take a leap of faith for the hellhound.
Having made your decision to trust him, you kissed Steve harder, pouring your faith into him until he was groaning, his cock twitching and leaking precum against your belly.
Without breaking the kiss, you rose up onto your knees, your fingers wrapping around his cock, just beneath the head, and lined him up with your dripping hole. You were wet again from making out with the hellhound and exploring his naked form, and it didn’t take much work to lower yourself on the full length of him.
Steve broke away from the kiss with a half-feral groan, harmonizing with the moans spilling freely from your lips. Then you began to ride him slowly, sensuously, taking your time because you had all the time in the underworld.
The two of you made the most of it, exploring each other further.
Steve suckled on your tits, lapping the flat of his tongue over your nipples until you were whining in his lap, your hips jerking with each rough graze against your sensitive buds. The hellhound worshipped your tits in a way you’d never experienced before, sucking on your nipples and kneading your soft flesh until you were a limp, needy mess in his arms.
For your part, your hands roamed freely over the hellhound’s body, carding through his hair, down his corded neck and over his broad shoulders. You learned how his muscles bunched beneath his skin as he bounced you slowly on his cock, and how his eyes slid closed and his expression looked almost pained when you dug your nails possessively into his skin.
After what seemed like an eon, you felt Steve’s knot begin to inflate as he hurtled closer to his release, yours not far behind. Before you could be lost to the pleasure, though, you had a sudden need that took hold and wouldn’t let you go.
“I want to try,” you gasped, the words bursting free from you before you could stuff the desire back down into the depth of your soul where it came from.
Steve lifted his head from your tits, revealing a smattering of hickeys that he’d bitten and sucked into your skin. It looked like the scatter of stars in the clear sky of an October night, and you were momentarily distracted while the hellhound blinked the lust from his dazed eyes.
“What’s that, pet?” he asked, his voice warm and a little slurred.
Pride pricked at your heart and you couldn’t help the way your mouth curved into a smug smirk at the sight of him, the fearsome hellhound brought so low by your human pussy. It gave you the confidence boost you needed to tell Steve what you really wanted.
“I want to take you in your hound form,” you explained, grinding idly on his cock, your hips restless and unable to sit still, especially at the prospect of taking Steve’s bigger, thicker cock and his monstrous knot. “I want to take your knot—your full knot.”
Steve went still beneath you, and he blinked a few more times, his gaze growing sharper each time. He looked at you closely, as if searching for any hint of the hesitation you’d shown earlier. But you knew better than he did that it was gone—he’d fucked it out of you with his human cock and you wanted more. You wanted all of him.
“You’re sure, pet?” Steve asked, one of his big hands pressing to your lower back to still your rocking hips. The other cupped your face, holding you like you were something precious and breakable. “We don’t have to do that today, we can do it whenever you’re ready.”
You were already shaking your head. Your mind was made up and your heart and soul knew this was what you needed.
“If we wait, the anticipation will eat me alive,” you told Steve, holding his gaze and imploring him to see the honesty in yours. “I want to take you now, I want to be yours—fully. Forever.”
Steve watched you for a moment longer, then a wolfish grin spread across his handsome face. He kissed you deeply, and you felt every bit of his passion and deepening affection as it poured past your lips. When you were breathless and restless with excitement, he finally pulled away and lifted you off his lap.
Magic crackled in the air of the bedroom as you watched Steve shift, the transformation so smooth and quick you could barely see the way his handsome face disappeared into the shaggy visage of a big, black dog. Still, you would’ve recognized those crystal blue eyes anywhere, staring at you with hunger and fondness.
His hound form was massive and you suddenly understood the need for the big bed, but he didn’t look particularly scary—at least not with his familiar eyes and his tongue lolling adorably out of his mouth.
With a grin, you reached out and ran a had through the soft fur on top of his head, moving to scratch behind one ear. The hellhound’s eyes closed and he gave a contented, growly purr.
“Mm, that feels good, kitten,” Steve rumbled, his voice more bestial again, like when he’d been eating you out in the pleasure house.
For a moment, the hellhound reveled in your touch, and sat patiently while you petted him, exploring what spots were most likely to make him purr. But then you got a glimpse of his cock jutting out from between his hind legs, looking so big and thick and monstrous that you gave a sharp gasp.
Steve’s eyes snapped open and before you could get too intimidated, he pushed his snout against your shoulder, urging you to turn around. He arranged you on the bed on all fours, your head down against the silk sheets and your ass in the air.
You fought against the fear that wanted to sneak into your belly, reminding yourself Steve wouldn’t hurt you. You didn’t know how you knew, you just did. You had faith, you believed in him.
Steve moved over you, mounting your body from behind, one of his forelegs wrapping around the front of your hips while the other pressed to the bed, holding himself up so he didn’t crush your much smaller form.
His soft fur brushed against your bare back, the wild, spicy scent of him settling around your shoulders like his cloak had earlier, and you instinctively relaxed. Arching your spine, you presented yourself to the hellhound, smiling when he gave a purr of encouragement.
“Ready, kitten?” Steve asked, his claws digging lightly into the soft flesh of your hip. The mark on your thigh gave a throb, pleasure spreading to your core, and you nodded.
“Yes, master,” you purred, baring the length of your neck in the ultimate sign of submission.
Steve’s purr deepened, sounding suddenly more satisfied, as he raked his sharp teeth over the base of your throat, sending goose bumps rising across your skin. But he didn’t bite down.
Instead, Steve pushed in from behind, and you gasped at the feel of him—he was so warm, so big and so…strange. His cock was hotter in this form, the tip of him more pointed. It made it easier for him to sink inside you, your body stretching to accommodate his thick girth.
“Good pet, taking my cock so well,” he purred, teeth nipping playfully at your shoulder in a way that made you smile and moan at the same time. “You’re squeezing me so good—fuck.”
The hellhound cut off on a curse when he bottomed out in your body, his monstrous cock buried to the hilt in your tight heat. For a moment, the two of you hung suspended in pleasure, in the rightness of the way your bodies joined together perfectly, like you were made for one another.
“Didn’t I tell you that you could take me, kitten?” Steve teased, his voice warm and growly and so self-satisfied you knew he was smirking, even in his hound form.
You huffed a laugh, though it sounded more breathless and desperate than you’d intended. It made Steve’s cock shift slightly inside you, the hot length of him rubbing against your sensitive inner walls and you forgot why you were laughing. All that mattered was the hellhound’s cock and the pleasure it promised.
“Oh fuck, Steve, you feel sooo good,” you moaned, trying to fuck yourself on his hard length. “I loooove your cock, master, love it so much, want to live like this, want to live on your knot,” you babbled, drool dribbling from your mouth to the silk sheets under your cheek.
“Careful, pet,” Steve purred, sounding much too pleased with himself—at least until his hips pulled back and he slammed forward, plunging deeper into your tight, hot cunt. “You’re sounding like a cockdrunk little slut already, and I haven’t even started fucking you properly yet.”
“Fuck me braindead, master,” you begged, the words spilling from your lips, all sense having fled from the first thrust of the hellhound’s cock. “Use my cunt for your pleasure, make me your perfect fucktoy, please!”
Steve gave a ferocious growl, snapping his hips and fucking you harder, more purposefully, but you knew he was holding back. Again, you didn’t know how you knew it, you just did, and it made you sob with frustration, even as pleasure mounted in your core.
“More,” you begged Steve, nuzzling against the paw planted beside your head. “Harder—please, Steve, I can take it!”
“That’s my fucking girl,” Steve purred against your cheek, his tongue licking the salty tears spilling from your eyes. “You’re such a perfect little fuckpet, aren’t you? And all mine. My perfect little fuckpet.”
“Yes, yes, yes, all yours, yours, yours,” you chanted, babbling nonsense as Steve pounded into you, imprinting the shape of his monstrous cock on the very fabric of your soul.
It wasn’t long before you couldn’t form words any longer, your lips moving mindlessly as moans poured from your mouth, your body and mind submitting to the pleasure of being fucked by your hellhound. You’d never experienced such exquisite, perfect pleasure, and all you could do was give yourself to it.
“Come on my cock, sweet pet,” Steve growled in your ear, his snout nuzzling your cheek, tongue slipping into your mouth to taste your moans straight from your lips. “Let me feel you come before I knot this pretty pussy and stuff you full of my seed.”
The foreleg that had been wrapped around your hips shifted, his paw shoving between your thighs until his claw found your clit. He stroked your puffy pearl mercilessly, pounding you brutally with his cock, murmuring more words of sweet praise in your ear.
The hellhound’s perfect cock and all that he did to you set you off like a rocket, shooting you into the ether and making you scream as you exploded into tiny, dazzling sparks of pleasure. For a moment, you lingered in heavenly bliss, unsure if it was real, before you came rushing back down to hell.
Your limbs were shaking uncontrollably, pleasure rolling through every muscle of your body, making your fingers and toes tingle with it. Wave after wave of white-hot ecstasy poured through you, the most wrecked, broken sobs of pleasure spilling from your lips.
It was only a second later, though it had seemed an eternity, when Steve roared his own release, spurred on by the way your cunt clenched violently down on his cock. He rutted deep into your body, his knot inflating quickly and stretching you to the point that you felt like you were being split open and stitched back together all at once.
With a scream that joined the roar of your hellhound, you came again, your bodies convulsing together, Steve’s forelegs holding you tightly pinned beneath his massive form while his cock twitched inside your pussy. He unloaded thick ropes of come inside you, so much that you felt beyond full with it.
For long moments, you floated in the aftershocks of bliss, feeling deliciously stuffed full, Steve’s knot keeping you plugged so none of his come dripped out of you. His cock kept twitching, emptying his balls deep in your cunt and flooding your womb.
When you were both finally sated, Steve rolled you onto your sides, where you could lay more comfortably together until his knot deflated. He pulled you close to his chest, your body tucked deep into his warm fur, the scent of him—even more wild in his hound form—making you hum happily and snuggle into him.
Glancing down your body, you saw your belly was slightly distended and round from all the come Steve had pumped inside you, and you stroked the little bump affectionately.
Steve’s shaggy head lifted from where it lay and he watched your fingers, one of his forepaws joining you in petting the bump he’d made in your body. The rough scrape of his paw against your skin made you shiver, a soft mewl slipping from your lips.
“Careful, kitten,” he warned, his voice even lower and more rumblier with satisfaction. “You keep being so perfect, and I’ll have to put a litter of pups in you.”
Your heart thumped excitedly in your chest, and your pussy gave a weak, equally happy clench. Steve chuckled at your body’s response, the sound sending delicious little tingles of delight dancing down your spine.
“Oh, you like that idea, huh?” he asked, his voice warm with affectionate teasing. “Want me to knock you up with my hellhound pups?” You could hear a thread of uncertainty in his tone, and it made you eager to give him an honest answer.
“I do, my lord,” you murmured, barely having to think about it. Like everything else that came to your hellhound, you just knew. Turning your head, you pressed a kiss to Steve’s snout.
He panted happily, his tongue lolling out of his mouth at he gave you a particularly wolfish grin. Then he licked the side of your face, making you giggle and squirm, wringing a moan from your lips as you felt his knot tug inside your pussy.
Steve urged you to settle down again, and the two of you fell into a comfortable silence. It wasn’t long before the deep, steady breaths of the hellhound, his warm fur, and the perfect full feeling of his knot inside you lulled you to the edge of sleep.
So this story ends on Halloween, with you falling asleep in the arms of your hellhound. It ends with the beginning of the rest of your afterlife.
Your life may have been cut short, and you may have started your afterlife as nothing more than a demon’s whore. But at Steve Rogers’ side, you build an afterlife where you’re endlessly happy, surrounded by the love and light you never knew in life.
To your great surprise, it turned out that being claimed by a hellhound on Halloween was the best thing that could’ve happened to you. It brought you to your happy ending.
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#ग्रंथो_का_पोस्टमार्टम
#पढ़ोगे_तभी_जानोगे
#हिंदू_धर्म मे #बुद्ध को गाली क्यों❓क्या #भगवान_बुद्ध के बाद सारे #ग्रंथ लिखे गए❓
👉संदर्भ:- 1. #वाल्मीकि_रामायण, गीता प्रेस, गोरखपुर।
2. #कल्कि_पुराण, श्री कल्कि बाल वाटिका, दिल्ली।
3. #भविष्य_पुराण, गीता प्रेस, गोरखपुर।
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👺 #मनुवादी भगवान् #बुद्ध के इतिहास को मिटाने के लिए सैकड़ो फर्जी कहानियाँ गढ़ रखी है, जिन्हे वो लोग बुद्ध से पहले का बताते हैं। #हिंदू धर्म मे #रामायण को बुद्ध से हजारो साल पहले बताया गया है, किंतु जब इनके ग्रंथो को अच्छे से पढा जाए तो पता चलता है कि इनकी हजारो साल पुरानी #वाल्मीकि_रामायण #भविष्य_पुराण और #कल्कि_पुराण मे बुद्ध को गाली दी गई है।
👉 वाल्मीकि रामायण के आअयोध्या कांड के 109वे सर्ग के श्लोक 34 मे बुद्ध को चोर बताया गया है। इसमें उनको चोर के समान दंड देने की बात कही गई है।
👉 #कल्कि पुराण के दूसरे अंश के अध्याय 7 मे बोद्धो के सेनानायक को #जीन कहा है। बोद्धो को मारने के लिए ही #कल्कि_अवतार हुआ है और बोद्धो की 1करोड़ से ज्यादा सेना को मार गिराया था कल्कि अवतार के द्वारा 🤣
👉 #भविष्य पुराण के प्रतिसर्ग पर्व चतुर्थ खंड अध्याय 21 मे बुद्ध को मय नाम का #असुर (राक्षस) बताया गया है। जो #शाक्यसिंह के नाम से विख्यात होता है।
विमर्श:- अब सवाल ये उठता है जब मनुवादी #ब्राह्मण #राम को बुद्ध से हजारो साल पहले का बताते हैं तो हजारो साल पहले लिखी वाल्मीकि रामायण मे #बुद्ध की चर्चा केस आ सकती है। मनुवादी ब्राह्मण भगवान् बुद्ध को #विष्णु का अवतार कहता है, तो अपने ही अवतार बुद्ध को ही मारने के लिए विष्णु को कल्कि अवतार क्यो लेना पड़ गया था❓ भविश्य पुराण मे भी बुद्ध को मय नाम असुर अर्थात राक्षस बताया है।
असल मे बुद्ध को लोगों के दिमाग से हटाने के लिए अपनी कल्पनिक कहानियों मे बुद्ध को असुर राक्षस बताया है।
💯सूरज, चाँद और सत्य कभी छुपता नहीं।
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. भगवत गीता अध्याय 10/34 श्लोक
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मृत्यु: सर्वहरश्चाहमुन्द्रवश्च भविष्यताम।
किर्ती: श्रीर्वाक्चनारीणां स्मृतिर्मेधा धृति:क्षमा।।
अध्याय 11/32 श्लोक 👇️👇️
कालोअस्मि लोकक्षयकृतप्रविद्धो लोकान्समाहर्तुमिह प्रवृत्त:
ऋतेअपित्वां न भविष्यन्ते सर्वे येअवस्थित:प्रत्युनीकेषु योद्धा:
👉️मैं सर्वभक्षि मृत्यु हूं और मैं हि आगे होनेवाले को उत्पन्न करने वाला हूं। स्त्रीयों में मैं किर्ति,श्री,वाक्, स्मृति,मेधा, तथा क्षमा हूं।
समस्त जगतों को विनष्ट करनेवाला काल मैं हूं,और मैं यहां समस्त लोगों के लिए आया हूं तुम्हारे सिवा दोनों पक्षों के सारे योधा मारे जाएंगे।
दोनों हि श्लोकों से स्पष्ट होता है कि गीता ज्ञान दाता श्री कृष्ण नहीं काल भगवान है।
वह स्वयं स्वीकार ?कर रहा है कि मैं काल हूं सर्वभक्षि मृत्यु हूं।
माया रे तो सर्पिणी जगत रहियो लिपटाय।
जो तेरी पुजा करे उसी सख्स को खाय।।
“कालमुख से सिवा सतगुरु के कोई बचा नहीं सकता”
।।सत साहेब।।
#santrampaljimaharaja_is_real_guru_in_world
#flowerseveryone
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अहंकार त्यागनें से ही परमात्मा की प्राप्ति हो सकती है
Sant Rampal Ji Maharaj
#SatlokAshram 🤗 #KabirIsGod 🙇🤲💞🌹🙏
#SantRampalJiM🙇🤲💗🌹🙏
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ALTI’ve just realised that I still haven’t shared my homemade scarecrow costume hat that I made for Halloween months ago! I’m half pissed at myself for not doing so earlier, but in the moment I was sooooo proud of how the hat turned out. Lots of burlap, raffia, fabric of scrapped clothing for patches, hot glue, etc. (the rim is made of cardboard that I probably could’ve made less flimsy if I used thicker cardboard lol).
It took me quite a few weeks to put it all together, and the result? Again, absolutely worth the effort. And it helps that I won second place in the costume contest at my local annual Halloween party!
As for the rest of the costume, it was mostly just a plaid coat and jean overalls with raffia poking out of the pockets and arm/pant leg holes, along with fake patches and “stitches” on the edges of the patches (mostly single stands of black burlap, as also seen on my hat).
And if you’re worried that I might’ve sacrificed good quality clothing just got a costume, take a breath. I just used regular tape as a barrier in between the clothes and the fake patches to be hot glued onto, so absolutely no damage was done. The same applies to the inside edges of the rain boots I borrowed for my costume.
I meant to use the big line of black burlap to give it a more “scarecrow-y” look, but from a distance it looks a little more “witchy,” but it’s a good thing I like the latter! Making this hat was so much fun, and I would absolutely do it again.
“WIP” pics below: (I just gave up with the pics after the second one lmao)
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“Die winselnde Weide!"
"The whimpering willow"
Halloween 2014:
The dark side of Disney
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The Twilight Zone
The Parallel (3/14/63): Astronaut Robert Gaines returns from space to a world that is not exactly the one he left from.