Ganto18 Hyena Story

"Hello, summoner. Long time, no see!"

You hear the terrifying voice before you see the wretched creture that haunted your memories. It's musical voice chills you to the bone, and you blink away the dark spots in your vision. The room around you begins to take shape. The hideous parody of feminine sexuality is sprawled over a silk sheet that glitters like liquid rubies, but the walls around her paint a different, more infernal picture.

"That's right, sweetie. Welcome to hell!"

Panic sets in, as you wheel your head back and forth, looking for an exit. Wherever she's brought you, there seems to be neither entrance, nor exit. You look back to her, a twisted smile contorting her glistening skin.

"It doesn't matter how many years you kept your dick in your pants, sweetheart. Summoning a demon is unforgivable."

Your heart almost stops at those words. You spent decades, the entire rest of your life, trying to atone for your actions. Now you learn it was for naught? The thought is enough to bring tears to your eyes.

"Oh, but don't worry. I had a talk with big red earlier. instead of the whole eternal torture deal, I got complete, non-revokable custody of your eternal soul. You're mine forever, dear~"

At that, the tears begin to flow. You fall to you your knees, terror filling your heart, turning your legs to jelly. The demon's smile grows wider, jet-black lips contorting her skin further.

"There, there, sweetie. I'm happy for you too. Why don't we get you settled in?"

She turns onto her side and brings her knees up, and you can see her bulbous ass in full. She swats it, before resting her hand on her thigh, and her gelatinous cheeks quiver and sway in response.

"Come eat my ass."

You don't want to. Not only is this creature attacking your eyesight, you're certain it's offensive to each other sense as well. Already, the fetid scent of sweat and decay is reaching your nose, no doubt spawned from her wrinkled, twitching soles. The fabric she wears is faded in many areas, no doubt from extended use. And yet, you stumble forward, inching closer to the harlequin mockery. Her will is your command, you realize, as you crawl closer to her ass.

"Don't be afraid to get in really deep. I want to feel your tongue through this fabric."

You reach out to part the canyon of her ass, and gag as your hand makes contact. The entire outfit was damp, soaked in the vile witches own sweat and filth. What you though were faded areas, you realize, where the only dry spots on her body. But her compulsion pushes you forward, and you heave the mass of ass-flesh, separating it from its sister. It doesn't come away easy, strands of liquid and fabric clinging together, but your horrible destination is in sight. The stench almost knocks you out, the swamp of sweat and dirt fermenting in the tight valley creating a veritable cocktail of shit, one which you had only just released. Despite every muscle in your body begging otherwise, despite pleading with your eyes and soul, your head shoots forward, and your tongue lodges itself deep into her asshole, the fabric twisting around it. It flits and dances along the ring of muscle, trying to reach ever deeper. You release the buttock you pulled away, and it falls against your face, jiggling as if it were laughing at you. Lodged between your captors sweaty ass-cheeks, all you should only be able to smell her sweat. But the taste hits you so hard, it almost turns off every other sense.

In the back of your mind, you had hoped that the fabric would mask the scent of her ass. In reality, it had only enhanced it. The damp cloth had mixed with so much sweat and ass residue, that it seemed almost a part of her. Pushing the fabric into her colon felt more like slobbering over a fabric textured asshole, and the deeper you pushed, the stronger the taste became. Your hands wrap around the demons mountainous ass-cheeks, and, despite your mind's pleas, you shove your face deeper into her valley, your sore tongue punching ever deeper. The taste stains your mouth, and you know, deep down, that you'll never be able to get the taste out of your mouth.

She's saying something now, but it's muffled by her giant ass, and your own sobs. Something rough and oily rubs against your crotch, and you're made aware of your sudden erection. She's giving you a footjob, you realize, as her dexterous, slimy toes wrap around your second head. She clenched her feet, and suddenly every wrinkle on her sweaty soles rubs your dick, bringing you closer and close to climax. As if being challenged, your body squeezes her ass close, and your tongue strains as it lashes deeper and deeper down the witch's ass.

The demons feet bridge around your dick, pumping up and down in a steady rhythm. There's just enough pressure that the wrinkles and creases of her oily feet mimic the velvety folds of a vagina. It's a sensation you haen't felt in decades, and just as you're about to reach your peak, the feet disappear. Your dick throbs in the cool air, but before you can process the sensation, The demon's body tenses. Her asshole tightens, locking your tongue and fabric in place deep in her ass. The cheeks surrounding your head tense and squeeze, and you panic as you realize you can no longer breathe. The malleable ass-flesh has mlded around you mouth and nostrils, and despite your best efforts, not even the toxic stench filled air is being let through. You're not in control of your body, tough you try tour best to move an ass cheek, retract your head, or even grab your dick and finish yourself off. But to no avail. Your vision swims, and as you lose consciousness, you can only pray to a deaf being tht when you wake up, you will be gone from this wretched place.