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Trick or Treat: Chapter 10
🕑 Added 2020-04-30 11:04:36 +0000 UTCAwesome art by: Goat-kid
The sour expression on Malek's face had the succubus laughing and clutching her sides. The irritating sound of her chittering giggles had the wolf grinding his teeth an abject fury. At a time where he thought she was the most occupied with her amusement, he lunged at her.
His claw bared paw swiped at her in an attempt to gash her stomach but she dodged under it effortlessly. In his rage he hadn't realize that she had been expecting such a move, and now that he was within her own reach, she pushed both feet out and caught him in a double kick to the diaphragm.
A growling cough gurgled from the incubus's mouth as he went somersaulting backwards through the air, but eventually stopped a few yards away. He resumed his glaring at the other demon and his eyes narrowed to slits. She continued to grin and even gave him a teasing wink.
“Are we going to fight or are we going to see who won?” she offered in a condescending tone.
A hiss escaped Malek's mouth in response and he slowly lifted his paw in front of him and conjured the black orb that held his bounty. It floated forward about a foot and then what looked like steam begun to pour from its surface.
The mist coalesced into a large cloud before slowly separating into four distinct orbs. When it was done, the floating, white souls drifted like loosened balloons in front of the wolf.
Mayline watched on as the bodies took shape, but it didn't take long for her grin to fade to a confused line. That look made the incubus grin, as he knew it could only mean that she had garnered less food than him. A giddy laugh of his own started in his throat but he held it back, just for now.
“Tell me, Mayline, who has won this night?” he asked triumphantly.
“Neither of us, I'm afraid,” she replied simply.
“What?” Malek snapped. In that moment, Mayline's orb released it's own captured morsels. Much like the wolf's, they drew out in a large cloud and then congealed into equal sized puffs. They hovered there a few feet from his, a mirror image of four that matched his own.
Malek stared at her souls and then back to his. Four wasn't a large number, and it certainly wasn't beyond his intellect to count that high, but that didn't stop the incubus from checking the totals between him and his opponent several times over. They hadn't accounted for what a tie would bring. “Shall we try again next year, imp?” Mayline asked with a smirk.
“Fuck that!” Malek spat. “We'll do a tie breaker. Right now.”
“And what do you propose?” she asked again, more smug this time.
The wolf paused as he began to think. He began to run through several proposals in his head, most of which were common to demon-kind for dealing with just this kind of a scenario. The trick was to choose a wager that he had a clear upper hand in but one she would accept, thinking that she would instead have the advantage.
The scheming expression on his face must have been obvious, as she giggled again and commanded her souls to drift over to his as to make an audience. “Before you make a fool of yourself, allow me to make an offer.”
Malek's eyes snapped back to hers and his fingers flexed with renewed irritation. “Go on.”
“Given that we're both sex demons, and this was a test of our sexual prowess. Then lets pit our abilities against one another,” she waxed poetic and made a graceful twirl in the air, her bushy tail flicking about like a trailing banner behind her.
Malek's ears perked at her offer and he snickered. It was so obvious he kicked himself for not thinking of it before her. A test of sexual strength was the perfect tie breaker.
“I accept that. Whoever cums first loses, right?” he replied.
“That's right,” she sang and drifted over to him with half lidded eyes and puckered lips. The wolf flinched at the sight and hissed, which made her giggle. “Oh come on, don't you want to enjoy it?”
“This isn't something to enjoy,” he growled back but didn't stop himself from coming closer to her as well. Once they were near enough, she wrapped her small arms around his muscular frame and hugged her large breasts against the very spot that she had recently kicked.
His own paws drew around to her back and his sharpened nails dug against her flesh. A shiver raced up the red panda's spine and she giggled as she gazed up into the incubus's glowing eyes.
“Don't look so pained, Malek. Am I not the image of beauty personified?” she giggled and leaned against his arms with her back bending enough to show off her proud breasts.
Malek hissed and growled at her words. “Unless you want me to vomit, I'd recommend you speak as little as possible,” he retorted.
“Oh, my sweet wolfy, you can't hide your true feelings from me,” Mayline sighed and closed her eyes. Malek's glare hardened and he opened his mouth to snap at her once more but the succubus lashed out instead.
It was the moment of distraction that she needed. Her strong legs wrapped around the other's midsection and her hot pussy pressed firmly against his sheath. A surge of sexual energy struck the incubus before he was ready and immediately set the tone for their intimate dual.
Bliss hit Malek's mind in the only way that he knew succubus to do. His cock blossomed to life, going from limp and in his sheath to erect and throbbing in just a couple seconds. As he grew, the tip immediately penetrated the red panda and filled her tight cunt with his own potent, electrical power.
An excited moan tore form Mayline's mouth and she grasped hold of the wolf's shoulders while her legs locked behind his back. A similar growl of ecstasy broke from Malek's grit teeth, which surprised him greatly as he wasn't used to his defenses being bypassed so easily. The blissful feeling was soon replaced with his familiar rage and he struck back.
His paws gripped her by the sides and his fingers dug hard into her fur. The muscles along his shoulders and chest bulged as he thrust hard against her body in retaliation. He did so with such ferocity that his knot immediately popped inside of her and his tip slammed against her cervix. It was a painful punch for the red panda, which he knew that she loved.
Another haunting scream of pleasure tore its way from Mayline's mouth, every breath she took came back out as a huffing whimper. Her hips began to grind down on his lap, doing what she could to keep him inside and keep him from moving. But where Mayline had cunning, Malek had strength.
The incubus pushed and pulled her over his lap, defying her leg lock. His thick member pounded her soaked entrance and became covered in her essence. Before long, she was bouncing over his lap like many of the women he had taken just hours before. Every time she would come crashing down there would come a jolt of his magic right from the tip of his dick and aimed at her most sensitive parts.
Malek's sneer became a triumphant grin as he watched how badly the succubus was being affected. He could feel her muscles clenching his dick with every movement that he made and he could feel her legs weakening from the strain of trying to keep him from moving. He suppressed a laugh and redoubled his efforts.
Arcs of red electricity danced between and around their bodies as they continued to exchange energetic blows. This high up in the air it wasn't too visible from the ground, but if anyone had looked up they'd have seen what might have looked like a pulsing star. The pleasured sounds that they made in tandem drifted with the wind and with no natural force keeping them oriented, the two began to drift and gradually turn in the air.
At one point it had looked like Mayline was riding the incubus with her paws stroking over his chest as she gazed down into his eyes. Her eyes had drifted nearly shut as she breathed a cacophony of blissful whimpers.
Malek was able to match her sounds with his own guttural grunts. His gaze drifted from focusing on her to being tightly shut while he kept up the vigorous rolling motion of his hips.
His member was dripping precum and coating the inside of her tight depths. Likewise, her juices were spilling over his sheath and balls from every thrust that he made. With every drop that they exchanged there came with it a struggle of power that ebbed and flowed between them. They frequently switched dominion throughout the battle, usually coinciding with which one was on top through their struggles.
The brightness of the full moon cast them in a snowy glow as they thrust and ground against each other. The constant give and pull that they relayed to each other was beginning to grate on Malek's mind. The red panda was a formidable opponent for sure, but it was time to end this in the best way that he knew possible.
A sudden rush of demonic energy erupted from the wolf's body and he snapped his eyes open to glare down at Mayline. She gasped in response and cried out as an intense and overwhelming wave of pleasure struck her. More arcs of lightning raced up her body and her muscles spammed like she was in mid orgasm. From how loud she screamed that very well may have been the case.
A savage grin split the wolf's face as he stared down at her, making sure to take in every ounce of this moment so that he could relive it over and over again. The way she moaned, how her body was bent back like she were trying to pull away. How her eyes were closed and the way she held a devious smile...
Wait a second...
Something wasn't right, and it must have been obvious on Malek's face as Mayline's sharp, chittering giggle filled his ears. It was then that he also realized that the powerful grip of the red panda's legs around his waist had returned, and suddenly he wasn't so much thrusting into her as she was riding on him.
“W-what...” Malek squeaked before a return blast of demonic power hit him. It was a familiar taste of energy, one that he quickly recognized was his own. Despite the bizarre mix of pain and pleasure that rushed through his form, the wolf lashed out with both paws intending to sink his claws into the other's face.
The attack was abruptly halted as she grasped him by both wrists, her strength now overwhelming as he struggled against her restraints. Malek's final resort was to lunge with his jaws or maybe gore her with his antlers, but before he took the chance, he realized that she was glowing a bright red.
He knew what that aura meant, and astonishing panic welled within his chest. His face betrayed the fear that he felt, because the white glow of Mayline's eyes turned crimson. The twisted horns of her head seemed to vibrate, then they split and began to sprout smaller twisted spires like Malek's own rack, though much larger and more menacing.
“Christ, Malek, could you be any more predictable?” Mayline laughed and arched her back, teasing him by pushing her breasts closer to his face as if offering him to bite. He was tempted to, though he knew he stood no chance against her now. Lowly sex demons didn't fair so well against there arch-tempered equivalences.
“How...when?” he stuttered. His mind was struck by a wave of weakness and he was unable to form proper thoughts or sentences. In that same moment, Mayline's paw seized him by the throat and pulled his face closer to hers. He was forced to stare half lidded into her ruby orbs.
“You're a useful idiot, Malek, so I'm going to do for you what I know you would never do for me: I'm going to spare your life. After all, it's the least I can do to thank you for being that extra push that made me ascend,” she said slowly, pressing as best she could to make sure her words got through the incubus's pleasure addled brain.
Malek didn't reply, but he did understand. He wanted to be furious with her and himself, to lash out and attack even though he knew that doing so would force her to kill him. In truth, death was a far more agreeable end than living with the knowledge that he had caused her to become what he had always strove to be.
His thoughts were interrupted by a surge of Mayline's power coursing through his body. It emanated from her pelvis where his cock was so deep inside of her cunt that the base of his knot wasn't even visible. She squeezed him and the warmth of her wet depths caused his body to tremble. The blissful sensations that rushed through his core were unlike any other he had ever felt in his few centuries of being an incubus.
With no control over his own body, Mayline was able to garner what she wanted. With a guttural cry of defeat mixed with extreme ecstasy, Malek's cock flexed and erupted an impressive gout of cum. The thick seed coated every inch of her walls and filled her completely. The sheer volume betrayed what most would have thought a wolf's body to create as it began to seep out from around her gripping folds and spill down his sack. Long lines and globs of his essence fell through the air in a rain that seemed to have no end.
Mayline giggled and lashed her forked tongue around her lips as the meager pleasure Malek's cum gave her did send a thrilling shiver up her spine. She took a few moments to look over the other's defeated body, his energy sufficiently drained, his mind broken yet still intact, if not by just a thread.
“Good bye, Malek. And thanks for the meal,” she whispered and then unhooked her legs and released his throat. The wolf's body dropped like a rock, his cock popping free of her pussy yet it still continued to ooze his cum as he tumbled back to Earth. He never ceased producing the viscous fluid, not even when he nearly struck the ground but vanished feet from the surface.
The succubus watched him all the way down, and when he was finally gone she let out a thundering cackle and turned to the hovering bounty of souls that were forced to watch their contest. They seemed to shake and shiver as if knowing what was to come to them now. And they were all correct.
Mayline launched herself into the eight floating clouds and began to ravenously tear into them with teeth and claw. She laughed openly as she engulfed the deliciously seasoned morsels, barely savoring them as they flowed down her throat. The feast that she now partook was nothing compared to what she had just taken from Malek.
Even as the edge of the black sky began to turn pink, she never stopped giggling and swaying in the air. Her food was gone and her greatest opponent was routed, there was now nothing left keeping her to the corporal plane. Before the first rays of the sun chased away the night, the red panda stared off at the horizon, her grin ever present as she took one last breath of victory.
Her form gradually lightened and grew transparent. Before the very edge of the sun peaked above the horizon her body had entirely dissipated. But while she was no longer there, her haunting laugh persisted. A testament that in the fight between tricks or treats, treats had won out.
