Submit to Her Needs

Through all their years in the kink community Francesca had found she only needed one thing.

Her Pet.

Her husband.

The father of her daughter.

Ian.

But now, Francesca sensed that it was no longer enough. It scared her, terror taking grip under her calm veneer as she felt and struggled to understand. The terror was ambiguous, equally fueled by desire to preserve her soul, and fear she was faltering on her path of corruption.

She needed something more than her pet.

To escape?

To succumb?

“You can’t keep him if you leave.” The voice was deep, forboding, and confident. Its evil intent clear as it echoed forth from the red demonic wolf man before her. “You can’t even go back to being human. Your body is irreversibly tainted by your sins here.”

The words broke Francesca’s confident veneer, her now golden eyes widely gazing up at the easily 7’ demon as it stepped up to her, and placed its clawed hands on her shoulders.

“You know what I am to you.” Francesca nodded her head up and down slowly, feeling that imprinted word surface more strongly, clearly, and with less hesistance in her mind.

“Do you know what your pet dreams of?” Paul asked, a surge of heat and pleasure crossing from his hands into Francesca.

Suddenly there she was, a harnessed fox woman, leather toeless boots and fingerless gloves adorning her limbs, belly swollen with child, her pet sucking corrupt cum from her nethers.

Nearby moans of delight drew Francesca’s gaze to see the nearby red Wolf demon, a head worshipping the taste of his cock, fennec fox like ear slopped down, their long tongue enrapt around the cock as it pulled from their lips. Her skin was the grey of a cloudy day, her eyes as they gazed around to meet with Francesca’s seemingly backlit by a blacklight.

“Mmm… Mom, your pussy tastes the best from a fresh cock.” The revelation of it being her daughter felt indisputable, it excited Francesca, its aroused her even more knowing how wrong it was for her daughter to be tasting her pussy from a cock.

It excited her to know this minor human taboo was nothing in the new depraved depths Francesca had fallen to. They could do so much more.

Amanda stood in her corsetted glory she pranced over to rub her mother’s pregnant belly. “I can’t wait to see what my half siblings will look like.” Amanda gushed enthusiastically before suddenly whipping her tail around and stabbing its stinger into the swollen midriff.

As the tail pumped whatever it was Amanda had conjured into Francesca, Francesca felt the orgasm build, everything fading to black…

Gasping for shallow breaths in pleasure Francesca blinked, finding herself on her knees, the red cock slowly being dragged across her face. Out of some strange new habit, or instinct Francesca nuzzled into it, opening her mouth, extending her tongue to lap at…

Francesca gasped in offense as the cock was pulled away.

“What am I?” Paul asked assertively, with a growl. Dark voids for eyes seeming to stare through Francesca as her dominant character, and history was asserted over.

“Horny, now how about you paint these tits or my face?” Francesca invited, arching her back and squeezing her large breasts together invitingly, fulfilling her ingrained need to be desired, and wanted.

Eyeing the monstrous demonic wolf man up and down Francesca questioned how she felt even more attracted to the infernal beast now than earlier. Massaging her tits, tasting her pussy juice, swaying and shifting her body enticingly.

“I know what you want…” Francesca then remarked, crawling around Paul on all fours, finding the new position strangely comfortable and natural to her canid form, before bowing like the bitch she was before him, and turning to present her ass. “You want to mount me like the bitch in heat I am.” Francesca moaned lavishly. “You want to fuck my ass, and my pussy just like you did my pet. Mmm…..”

Francesca began to finger herself, grinding her tits into the ground, chin flat head gazing forward as she just waited for the demon that had tainted her to resume consuming her in the infernal embrace of the Idol.

Wanting it to empower her to fulfill Ian’s dream, needing to feel his lips on her pussy as their daughter watched and adored her pregnant belly.

“Breed me…” Francesca huskily moaned, an arm beneath her playing with her raised clit.

Francesca moaned louder and pressed back as she felt the underside of Paul’s canid cock stroke between her ass cheeks, any doubt she had about this course of action dissipating as she felt an even greater need to be fucked again already.

Despite her attempts Paul teased his entry, keeping his cock just shy of slipping in.

“Are you one of my bitches?” Paul asked, his deep demonic voice arousing Francesca more as her mind struggled to resist the question.

“YES! Gods… Yes… Just fuck me already…” Francesca groaned in response, moaning softly as she felt the relief of a cock filling her, gasping as it felt even better than her own husbands perverted cock. Francesca soon lost herself in the slow, sawing penetration, feeling ever more secure in the depraved act and assured she wasn’t losing anything with each pull and push of the cock.

Shuddering and moaning as the canid cocks knot took anchoring hold within her over sensitive pussy.

Its teased her though, edging her on the cusp of the orgasm that had been evading her, almost tauntingly so.

“Unload in me, god I think I need it to cum… please… oh.. please… oh…” Francesca started panting, delighting at the weight of her current mate leaning over her, hating as he slowed and chuckled.

“Do you want me to breed you?” Paul asked, the forboding question triggering no trace of doubt as Francesca felt assured of the vision of her husbands fantasy.

“YES! JUST CUM IN ME!” Francesca pleaded, trying to increase the pace and milk Paul’s cock by rocking back and forth beneath him.

“Then what am I?” Francesca sensed the finality to the question, knew it meant more than a simple question from her kinky past.

But she didn’t care to resist this. “My Alpha.” Francesca spasmed and felt her body drop limp in uncontrolled spasms of pleasure, the orgasmic climax of feeling her soul, and her submissive husband's soul as Paul took them for the pack in the name of the Idol.

"Good girl." The words were ambivalent, dominating, yet patronizing, Francesca struggled to object to the statement, finding a strange pleasure in hearing it.

Francesca snarled and snapped animalistically as Paul finally began rutting her like the bitch in heat she was. Francesca rejoiced in her new soulless existence, knowing full well she was not just being bred, but that whatever she might birth was destined to be soulless hellspawn of the Idol’s legion.

A fate that delighted her.