This demon is double-dog daring

"Don't worry, Taker. We'll take it easy on you and make sure you don't get arrested! I mean, you get arrested all the time for all kinds of crap, but we'll make sure this one specific time you don't get arrested! Isn't that nice of us? He he he..."

As Cerebrus attempted to reassure the Helltaker of her good intentions, he couldn't help but lower his eyes behind his rounded sunglasses. None of the demons had much in the way of mercy or even respect for the law, so he had no reason whatsoever to trust her claims. That said, the leash he'd bought for Cerberus was extraordinarily strong... he literally couldn't break it, even if he flexed his substantial muscles as hard as he could. He was a captive audience for whatever they wanted to do. "You don't tend to think before you cause trouble. I'm actually a little scared to see what you've got planned," he admitted with a deep sigh.

"Scared and excited?" the three asked together, wearing big grins as they looked over their respective shoulders to watch his expression.

"Scared and exhausted already," he corrected them, wearing a characteristic frown.

"Ha ha ha! You big bluffer. If there's one advantage you've got over regular humans-- besides a brain capable of solving all of the stupid puzzles all over the netherworld-- it's stamina. And you're going to need it!"

Less than five minutes after Cerebrus promised the Helltaker there was no chance of him being arrested, the cops were on the scene, giving chase to a dog-eared demon who'd begun streaking and running through the streets stark naked. The girl in question let her tongue flap out in a canine fashion while laughing her head off, now slipping off the panties that acted as the last line of defense for any modesty and letting them kick off her legs into the face of the police in pursuit.

The chief of police, an overworked woman with a disheveled, dread-locked ponytail and a gun trained on the unpredictable demon she was chasing down, peeled the discarded panties from her face with disdain. She raised a walkie-talkie to the side of her face as she did her best to keep up with the fast-moving perpetrator, who had now shifted to running on all fours like a beast, remarkably becoming twice as fast for doing so. "We've got a code D! Send all free cars! Yes, I said all free cars! You know where there's one of these, the other two are close by, and it won't end with streaking either! It'll end up with some building turning into a smoking crater! Code triple D!" she barked, angry at her department's refusal to understand how seriously they needed to take the collection of hell-spawn that had recently moved into the neighborhood.

Whatever excitement anyone would garner from seeing a cute girl run buck-naked through the streets midday was mostly replaced with slapstick amusement-- she was basically a blur that the police officer stood no chance of catching. Furthermore, she was barreling with such force that light posts bent crooked, fire hydrants sprung leaks, and women on strolls struggled to hold their skirts on from the wind force. Basically, everything you could want from a kooky chase.

Most of all, it was distracting.

The two Cerberuses, still more or less in public but without a single person paying attention to them, grinned up at the Helltaker. He was still tied to one of the lamp-posts without a single person to help him, despite significant police presence in the surrounding area. The girls at his knees, satisfied with their third self's diversionary tactics, had fished out the erection they'd already done significant work upon. The three-way butt grind (and perhaps some latent desire to be tied up) had gotten the Helltaker rock-hard already, which was good-- five minutes was about the limits of the chaotic Triple Demon's patience.

Now, with their mutual boyfriend's cock out in front of them, the two dogs wore wide smiles with their tongues out and panting. Shameless strings of drool trickled down from the corners of their massive grins, wetting the sidewalk beneath their squatting legs. "No one will bother us now, Taker~" they both giggled together.

"We're still right by the street," he reminded them, trying one more time to break the belt. No dice.

"Oh, phooey! The police are all busy now. You think those boring sadsack humans are gonna turn down a free show?" one of them laughed, while the other began the long-awaited task of slobbering the Taker's rod with her tongue and lips. The noisy sucking would be hard to ignore, if the spectacle was possible to miss in the first place. "Tastes great! Like a big hunk of meat. It smells good, too."

He didn't think that these dog-girls had a particularly high standard for smell. They might have keen noses, but their idea of a comfortable smell was still pretty musky. "No biting," Helltaker half scolded, half pleaded, as he felt the sharp, canine fangs of one of the Cerberuses drag against his cock. He'd seen what these girls could do to leftover, bone-in spare ribs-- those started with a crunch and ended with no bones left.

"No promises," the formerly sucking one laughed, as the other took her penis in her mouth and started sucking, squinting her eyes cheerfully as her cheek protruded with the thick payload of penis she was forcing into it.

Each of these demons had enough power to dismember him with one overzealous clamp of their jaws... but damn, did they have a hard-to-deny suction technique. Sloppy, feral, with no mercy and even less shame, they were determined to satisfy themselves with some serious protein, even if they weren't getting a real meal. The two double-teamed him now, one cupping his ball-sack in her lips while the other lolled out her tongue and stroked it up and down his throbbing penis.

"Shit," he swore, tilting his jaw up with his scalp against the metal pole. He hated to admit to himself that despite the public indecency, threat of irreparable bodily harm, and masochistic setup, this was exactly the kind of thing he wanted out of his demon girlfriend experience. "Hey uh... you know how you can't poop anywhere you want, or I have to clean it up?"

"Yeah, I remember that! Don't worry, we're not about to poop. That'd kill the mood, huh? Ha!"

"No, uh... The same applies to me cumming. I can't cum on the sidewalk," he grunted, trying his best to hold himself back from releasing. "Pick a mouth..."

"Me!"

"No, me!"

The two were making this a lot harder than it needed to be, now backing off a bit to snap at each other and wrestle like dogs. Watching them tongue wrestling like that... Was this selfcest? Incest? It was little hard to figure out what one ought to classify it as. "I'm serious..." he growled, not wanting to shoot it all over their faces and then have to explain it to the other demons he lived with when they got back home.

When they didn't stop barking, biting, and getting confused and french kissing, he took matters into his own hands. With a groan, he grasped hold of one of her heads, forcing his penis into her mouth, and releasing like one of the unfortunate spraying fire hydrants visible just down the block. Each dog-girl's eyes went wide as they felt the dual sensation of cum spraying into the throats of the single one. Even the streaking Cerberus in the distance suddenly stopped, skidding to a stop and running face first into a pole as the taste of hot semen shot through her mouth, surprising her.

A damp spot had appeared on the thankfully dark slacks of each of the two Cerberuses kneeling in front of the Taker, indicating their over-excitement as powerfully as their rapidly wagging pointed tails, which smacked against the pavement noisily like those of eager puppies.

They say you shouldn't give your dog a treat when it does something bad. Considering the way each Cerberus's eyes had lit up, he could tell all he was doing was encouraging bad behavior.

... And, perhaps unsurprisingly, they weren't ready to stop playing. "Wait... Wait wait wait!" the Helltaker begged, as the girls pounced him for an immediate round two. The nude one down the block started running that way too, drawing the attention of everyone who hadn't already managed to catch on.

"Helltakeeeeer!" the police woman shouted from down the sidewalk, sounding just as exasperated as he felt.

At least he wouldn't have to explain the semen all over Cerberus's face to the other girls. He would, however, end up having to get one of them to pay his bail.