Chapter 0 - That Smell... It's making me feel... Funny

Koneko could be described in many ways, some of them were petite, short, tiny, even cute… but no one would ever call her emotional. The short white-haired girl was positively emotionless usually, tiny flickers of emotion at most escaped her ever since her sister… Anyway, currently she was experiencing just the tiniest amount of relief. She was on a contract you see, helping to move a werewolf pack from Japan to a wilderness in the Americas, somewhere in Canada. Overall it had gone acceptably, but it had taken quite some time and Koneko had been feeling… peculiar today. Her sister had tried to keep her at the Gremory estate, but Koneko wasn’t having it with no explanation, so she’d left for the several hour long contract and now was regretting it. The off feeling was only getting worse, and Koneko blamed the smell of her contractors for its worsening.

Not that they smelled bad, and certainly not that she’d say it out loud, but that the smell… every time she got a strong whiff of it as they walked through the portal moving the things they wanted to bring through with them she felt… weird. Shoots of heat from her nose to somewhere above her vagina. Every one of them makes her wish that her sister was able to be there to explain. Nekoshou are too rare for her to have anyone else to ask about things, and this is making her feel far too weird for comfort.

Weird enough that when the time came and the leader of the pack walked over, his high arching feet making him unnaturally quiet standing up, so much so that were it not for Koneko being a Nekoshou and a Devil she may have missed him. She nods politely, no reason to be rude to a contractor, “If that’s everything, I should…” She trails off, the same smell that had been slowly worsening her condition all throughout the contract suddenly spiking hard as the Lead wolf nears. A tightening in her core comes loose and heat fills her body. The big wolfkin stops suddenly, audible sniffing coming from him, and then only a few moments later all the other male wolves around start doing the same, sniffing the air. Koneko shakes her head, beginning to feel flickers of genuine fluster, “I need to get… I need…” Every breath gets harder and harder to take, the small catgirl’s lungs feeling like they’re burning.

Clothes, she needs to get her clothes off! She’s overheating, they need to get off. Oh god why are they so tight… Have to get them off, have to- Koneko’s hurried, that they’re still mostly emotionless is the only reason the word frantic does not better describe them, attempts to rip off her clothes are halted as she rips at her shirt when a newer, spicier smell hits her sensitive nose. “Ohhhh what’s that?” Her eyes flutter open from where they’d been closed trying to ignore the smell long enough to leave to find several aroused seeming werewolves. Intimidatingly large red canine penises emerging from their furry groins, “That smell…”

“You’re in heat little kitten.” The big leader intones in his deep voice, stepping closer, “You need to be mated… and your need is becoming our need. You don’t mind if we take care of that… do you?” It’s not really a question, but Koneko is barely paying any attention to his words at this point. She hears them, and her brain understands them, but they don’t manage to reach her decision making, her mind too overwhelmed with… her heat? It… sounds right, it feels right, this is her heat…

“Please… I need to…” Her mind clouding over with that intense odor and the warmth building so quickly she still tries to leave. Knowing, somehow, that she should. That she shouldn’t stay. But she can’t get the words out, and the werewolves don’t seem particularly inclined to give her the chance to get her mind back together.

He steps closer, bringing his short but still quite sharp claws into contact with her frustrating school blouse, shredding it instantly, Koneko is so lost in the heat filling her chest that she can’t do anything except try to control herself from leaping at them outright, but she does nothing to prevent them shredding what’s left of her clothes and the Leader picking her up and suspending her over his massive red canine member. “The way you smell? Yea… you’re ready…” Some primal part of Koneko’s brain recognizes the hunger in his voice and it sends a shudder of anticipation through her body against her will.

Down she goes, the tapered end on his penis finding no issue in catching a foothold even in her virgin pussy and he pulls her down. Instantly Koneko is overwhelmed with the feeling of just… fullness, stretching her wide and instantly the hot sensation that had been overwhelming her feels like it’s erupted into an inferno. She’s full, too full, but the werewolf leader isn’t exactly taking pity on her and keeps pulling even as Koneko’s entire body starts to feel like she has to move, buck, and writhe. 

It’s all the stoic girl can do to not immediately not break, but she restrains herself, even as a wide part enters her and she feels smooth fur pressing against her inner thighs before the whole trip reverses. Maddeningly just like it had felt like it was way too much when the red pillar was entering her, as the werewolf lifts her back off her body feels like it’s crying out in loss. Only to rejoice all over again in ways that leave the catgirl’s head spinning as he drops her onto his member again, and again, and again.

On the seventh drop he pauses with her in the air again, “Still think you need something else?” Koneko wishes she could say she’s aware enough to care what it is that he says, but that level of awareness left her some time before that and her heat is all that has any part of the control seat now and it doesn’t care one wit for things like words. There’s a low chuckle and he looks past her head and nods, barking something else she doesn’t care to catch before a second source of heat presses against her back. The second werewolf, because it could only be that, presses another hot tip against Koneko’s lower body, but this time it’s a few centimeters back, and then once more she drops.

This time a wail does leave her throat, but they keep going, dropping her down, down, down, until she feels both of them pressing against her groin and backside. Between the sensory overload of how enormously full, and the musky heady smell of the animalistic supernatural beings surrounding her, Koneko cannot bring any semblance of her mind intact. Not with two big red… red… something in the back of her head demands she not call them penises annymore, a dirtier, more sexual word is demanded… but to call Koneko sheltered is to put it mildly.

Of all things, it is this surge of embarrassment over not knowing the right terms to use to describe or refer to everything going on that gets the closest to breaking the petite catgirl’s emotional control. It makes her voice waver, but no more than that, as she asks the only question she can in a moment like this, while her back and front are both stuffed fuller than she ever thought might be possible in the vaguest of dreams that had occurred somewhere in the back of her mind. “What… what do I call… I don’t know how to refer to what’s happening…”

There’s a roar of bestial laughter from the wolfkin around her, even the two impaling her on their members, causing exceptionally distracting vibrations to rip through Koneko’s slender body, she almost misses the leader’s response as he slams into her pelvis, “This is your first heat isn’t it girl?”

“Yes… Yes it… it is… You… you… can tell?” The pleasure and fullness makes it difficult to talk, something that frustrates her deeply but with everything else going on, and the fact that it feels like the slight bulge at the deepest strokes is slowly getting bigger, she’s a bit too distracted to make the effort to talk more clearly.

“Of course we can.” The response is more of a laugh than any form of words, sending more vibrations that throw Koneko’s mind further from its center, “It’s not how tight your hot cunt is either girl.” This is accompanied by another hard thrust that draws a stiff groan from Koneko’s lips.

“Asshole’s pretty great too Ulric.” The wolf behind her chuckles gravelly as he continues his thrusts, moving his hips faster and faster with every set of in and out strokes.

The Leader laughs and gives another heavy thrust, “I’m sure, but it’s not that either. Only a virgin who’d never been through her first heat…” Slam, “Would ever,” slam, “ever,” a last heavy slam causing a heavy bulge to pop inside, drawing the first real sign of lust from Koneko, a loud groan as the fullness she thought she’d experienced was nothing compared to the stretch her… cunt is now dealing with. “Come near a wolf pack when they were so close as to go into it just from our scent.” He laughs again as he leans down and chuckles into her ear. “Unless you wanted to get bred.”

Koneko might’ve gotten tired of how they kept proving her wrong on her beliefs that she can’t possibly stretch anymore, but the swelling immediately being followed by a hot jet of liquid deep inside her body causing her to let out a throaty moan involuntarily. It just feels so… good.

It puts a pink…. haze, thoroughly across her mind as her body starts moving uncontrollably, clinging to the coarse but somehow still also soft fur of the leader in front of her as the big bulge he’d pushed inside just before he’d orgasmed, her brain is just together enough to know that word exists, swells even further locking him in place. He seems to realize she’s not fully paying attention because he doesn’t continue his taunting statement until Koneko is able to push the haze away, but maybe he was more luxuriating in his own pleasure rather than continuing.

When he does continue Koneko’s eyes have just uncrossed and managed to focus again on his face, “It’s a real shame if you ask me, that you cat demons are so incompatible… but there’s always the chance. We’ll be real sure to give it as much of a one as possible. Plenty of deposits, gotta quench that heat right?” The self-satisfied tone alone manages to almost cut through her heat.

Even while it didn’t manage it, his grin’s extremely pleased nature helps it sink in and something in the back of Koneko’s head tells her he’s not upset at all by the idea of what he’s explaining, but before her brain can go any further, the wolf up her backside starts to press in hard, a large bulge at the entrance to her anus. A pained, keening, groan escapes Koneko’s lips as the wolf refuses to be denied. She only just hears the leader chuckling in her ear, “Rikard has the biggest knot of the pack, I think it’s safe to say only being a devil will help that tight asshole close back up this century once he’s done with it.”

Koneko suspects that the leader tugging on his own knot as ‘Rikard’ continues to slowly push his inside is not helping matters but eventually Rikard’s furry groin is pressed once more against her and she’s suspended between the two wolves as their lengthy orgasms seem to feed each other, one pulsing then the other, until finally after what feels like an eternity the Leader’s knot deflates enough that he can pull out. That’s not the end though, no matter how Koneko might want it to be, and oh how she does… no matter how her Heat is driving her onward, she wants this to end… but then the next wolf steps in front of her and this time pulls her top half down, pushing his red wolfin cock into her mouth and rapidly starts pumping his hips in and out.

Koneko isn’t sure what it is. The musk, the taste, her Heat kicking into high gear, or a combination of the above, but the heat filling her becomes simply all encompassing at this point, and where she’d been a mostly involuntary but unresisting participant now she’s involved. Instinctually, her lips wrap around the… ever so tasty red meatstick sliding in and out of her mouth, sucking and licking at the tapered shaft even as Rikard’s knot slackens and his cock pops out of her backside with an audible sound another wolf takes up his position and slides back into her ass.

Only this time Koneko is an active participant, not suspended helplessly though pleasurably between two wolves and she rocks back and forth on the cock in her ass and the one in her mouth, until the one in her mouth pulls away and lays down to pull her on top of him to the frustration of the one up her ass, and then it’s back to being impaled in her cunt and ass at the same time. And she loves it, every inner stroke eases that heat just a little bit, and stokes the flame it inspires at the same time. A wax and wane all in the same motion that drives her wild again and again. The wolves aren’t shy about giving their assistance in this matter either, every time one eaves her body another one takes its place, then some of them get seconds or thirds, particularly the Leader.

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Time becomes something of a loose concept rather than a thing Koneko is acutely aware of. There’s vague memories of breaks taken while eating and drinking but mostly the next long period of time is just a pink hazy pleasure as she fucks, and fucks, and fucks, taking knot after knot, as the wolves donn’t shy away from cumming deep inside her womb. Koneko doesn’t have a solid non hazy thought until she suddenly realizes… she’s at the manor. In her own bed even. She must’ve teleported back at some point, and none of the pack is here with her… something she’s not sure if it relieves her or disappoints her. Her heat is all but passed at this point, but there’s now an entirely different itch that she’s never dealt with before that’s ignorable… but mm does it drive her to want to use her fingers, or whatever she can find to scratch it. 

So she does, using fingers, hairbrush handles, whatever she can find that seems appealing for the rest of the day, all to scratch that itch in her cunt that just gets worse and worse. It’s so bad that she misses dinner, and isn’t aware of that until there’s suddenly a knock at her door while there’s a hairbrush up her cunt. Freezing, she whimpers in frustration as she pulls the brush out and hides it before pulling the covers up and calling back, “Come in.”

The red haired head of her King and friend Rias Gremory pokes in, the girl’s face etched heavily with concern. Oh no, this is the last thing she needs right now… “Koneko, are you feeling okay? It’s not like you to miss dinner, I brought it for you.”

“I just haven’t been feeling well, I think I just have a cold.” Koneko answers politely, begging silently in her head that Rias won’t enter. The buxom high class devil has been recently deciding to abandon clothes around Gremory Manor and the catgirl isn’t sure she can handle it if she comes in in just her sheer robe.

Which, naturally, Rias does only moments later. The robe hides only the peaks of her breasts from view, though thankfully she’s still wearing panties. Even with that taken into account it’s all Konneko can do to not stare directly at the beyond gorgeous expanse available.

Thankfully, Rias is more worried about her than she is being observant. “So pale…” By the one above she’s leaning over. All thoughts of not staring are entirely aborted as that ship sails and become purely about not grabbing the hairbrush she’d been using for an attempt at relief while Rias is in the room, and it’s far from the easiest thing to resist. Staring however, there’s no point, not as the pale pink nipples swing into view from behind the sheer robe that had just barely been keeping them contained within the bounds of the realm of imagination. 

Her mouth waters, instincts she’s never heard from before demand she leans forward just a few few centimeters to attempt to capture the rosy peaks between her lips but she holds back… but only just, as Rias place the tray of food she’d brought in her worry over her Rook into the room on Konneko’s lap. “Mother always checked my temperature like this, I hope you don’t mind.” She smiles happily and leans in to check Koneko’s temperature with a kiss.

She can’t help the whimper that escapes at how close that brings her King’s luscious breasts to her face. Fortunately Rias seems to mistake it for a whimper of pain, rather than an earnest desire to force herself on her King. “Oh you poor thing, you must have gotten a cold on that contract to Canada. Oh no, I’ll be right back with some of Mother’s soup.”

There’s nothing Koneko can say, no way to stop her. She can’t, can’t, explain that she’s sweaty from all the masturbating she’s done, that she’s not sick, she’s trying not to jump on top of her King and try to suck milk from her currently barren breast. That she wants to pull down her King’s panties and devour her. Instead she says nothing, watching her King’s round hips and pert backside walk out of her room, the catgirl’s fingers already teasing at her opening.

Not that that solved her issue, because ten minutes later Rias came back, and this time Koneko can’t muster the will to stop fingering herself even as she allows Rias to spoon feed her the Gremory Family soup recipe. After a bit of time though, Rias’ noose crinkles, “What’s that smell? It’s almost…” She shakes her head, placing the bowl to the side and walking to the window to open it, “Nevermind, we just need some fresh air. Mother said it could be good for you anyway. She seemed amused when I told her about your symptoms… I’ll have to ask her about that later.”

Such was Koneko’s pleasure, and torture, that for the next two days she didn’t manage to orgasm once except at night, despite that she never managed to remove her hand from her weeping cunt for longer than a few seconds except when Rias got it into her head that she should help her Rook bathe, which was a truly torturous experience for the possibly still in heat Nekoshou as her king got fully nude to help her in the large bathtub, with soapy water splashing over her breasts.

It was utter torture of the most pleasant variety. By day she was constantly tantalized by visions of her beautiful King and longtime friend, and at night she strove to reach the peak of the mountain she sought to summit so tirelessly and yet could never seem to reach during the day for fear of being discovered by her King, and so she did so multiple times each night before she managed to fall asleep, never fully satisfied. Something always seeming as though it was missing. So went two days and nights, until on the third day she woke up… different.

It felt like the same previous two days had, waking up with the itch that Koneko was rapidly coming to recognize as lust and a desire to fuck. Idly she is aware that she has likely learned only the most vulgar of terms from the wolves who had so… thoroughly pleasured her, but she finds herself presently unwilling to care. All of this is so normal that it’s not until she reaches down to resume her slow masturbation, knowing it won’t help and knowing she won’t have time for more than one or two orgasms before she’ll have to slow down to not be caught four fingers deep when Rias arrives, only to find something that puts all plans on hold.

Throwing the blankets over her aside Koneko’s gaze snaps to her groin, swearing it had to be a trick of the mind but her eyes confirm it, hanging from her groin just above where her cunt still sits, is a set of testicles, each as big as one of Koneko’s fists. Together they were easily big enough that she realizes she only hadn’t felt them immediately upon waking because of how soft and smooth they are. Directly above them is a small hole directly above them poking out like a small nub. A hole for what she suspects heavily despite having no present proof is a canine cock of undetermined ultimate size. All facts which should worry her, even potentially freak her out, and yet… it’s missing. All she can summon is excited curiosity as her hand strokes the little nub and cups her testicles until, sure enough, a long tapered red canine cock begins to emerge.

Her previous plans before the discovery immediately resurface with the new situation in mind, wrapping around it as it continues to grow, the pleasure from her newest appendage much different, more intense in a way, than the more general all body sensation her cunt had felt. Vastly different from her experience with having her cunt or ass filled by the wolves it’s still quite delicious in its own way, as the wolfcock hanging between her legs continues to grow and get stroked.

Grow and grow it does, until it’s at least ten, maybe as much as twelve inches long and several thick at its thickest point! It’s at least on par with the wolfcocks that had driven Koneko into the warm pleasant arms of semi-consciousness through the bulk of her heat, though she must admit… on her frame it’s a bit comically large. Besides that though, she’s left wondering why it exists, not that the curiosity manages to overwhelm her lust. Her wondering about it will have to wait, because as her hand grabs hold again after the momentary pause to wonder at it and starts stroking it causes an even greater spike of pleasure.

After that, there’s no stopping, her hand starts to fly up and down the ten to twelve inches. Images immediately begin swimming through her mind of Rias, even Akeno and Venelana doing all manner of unspeakably lewd things, letting Koneko take them over and over again, in any of the many positions she only vaguely remembers from when the wolves had gone at her. Watching their luscious breasts jiggle and bounce from the momentum of the thrusts, or their bouncing, or both. Splitting open their cunts or asses and making them leak cum from both holes, created in the two large testicles hanging under the cock in her hands. The first orgasm comes from the thought of knotting her King like had happened to her, but with the actual risks usually involved… The idea of having potentially kitten-producing sex with Rias, he above forbid Akeno or Venelana… it’s too delicious.

The image leads to the first time she ever came using the new cock. The mental image of Rias’ bountiful and ever so bouncy breasts jiggling under Koneko as she knots the red-headed devil and impregnates her… rope after rope of pungent white cum fly from her cock and paint the ground before her. A second is to the image of Rias begging for a coating for her face. She coats the illusory Rias and the floor at the same time. She loses track of all time passing as she finds herself unable to stop, allowing image after scenario, after vivid dreamlike apparition to pass through her mind of all three beautiful women living in the manor, though with a particular emphasis on Rias.

What ends up snapping her out of it? In truth, nothing at all. She continues putting load after load on the ground to various mental images of Rias, Akeno, and even the beautiful and kind Venelana Gremory until none other than the very object of so many of the fantasies that have now caused an abundance of slick white cum to coat so much of the floor as the catgirl had found herself unable to stop. Rias Gremory, the ruin princess and Koneko’s King, walks in as fantasy Rias begs for another load of cum deposited straight into her womb. The image is immediately replaced by Rias, in the same sheer robe she’d unintentionally tortured Koneko with over the past three days, and she’s back. But there’s no stopping the hand flying up and down the heavily aroused ten to twelve inch canine cock, and Koneko erupts again, sending another white wave just as plentiful as the others before it rocketing through the air to splash against Rias’ upper chest, with one rope even splashing across her lips.

There’s a moment of pause, absolute stillness as what exactly had just happened percolates through the brains of both Koneko, realizing that her fantasy isn’t quite such a fantasy anymore, and Rias processing the appearance of an almost comically large dogdick for the frame it was attached to that had just ejaculated pungent white cum on her chest and face. Then Koneko watches, shocked but never more aroused, as Rias’ tongue flicks out and draws one of the ropes of cum into her mouth, her cheeks reddening as her gaze stares at Koneko’s member, still rock hard as it had been since Koneko had started however long ago it was, her nostrils flaring.

The catgirl is in the process of trying to find something, anything, to explain what had just happened to the powerful devil but is cut off in the thought process by the red headed devil walking forward… no, walking implies something different than this somehow… Rias sashays closer, a finger coming up to pull more of the cum that had splattered across her chest and face into her mouth, “You didn’t tell me something like this had occurred Koneko, is this why you’ve been hiding in your room?”

She manages a headshake, “I… It happened overnight… I…” She trails off, unwilling still to describe how she’d been feeling over the past couple days, staring at Rias’ body as the young Devil doted on her and fussed over her.

“Good, I’d hate to think that you’d suffer like you must be right now for three days without telling me….” There’s a tone of reproach to Rias’ voice, admonishing Koneko even as the gorgeous redhead gets even closer, dropping her robe and leaving her only clothing her panties, a fact that makes Koneko feel like her testicles are churning with desire to use their contents on her King’s body.

Koneko’s about to admit that she’d been having issues not staring at Rias and masturbating even before the change had occurred over the previous night but before she can, Rias kneels, having reached her, and takes the long red tapered cock in her hand, stroking it slowly as she looks at it closely, “So hard… and you’ve already orgasmed so much time, the smell it’s… heady, and intense… I want to help you, Koneko. Not only are you my rook… but you’re also my friend, and you shouldn't suffer like this anymore…”

There are no words in Koneko’s head, no arguments, nothing but arousal and a heady mix of desire and need preventing her from so much as opening her mouth in any kind of protest that this is not what should be done as Rias opens her mouth and her pink tongue flicks out and licks the tapered tip. No words come out, just a groan of pleasure. As Rias continues with more licking, starting a slow stroke of her own, Koneko can do nothing but watch in fascination as her King begins to pleasure her.

She watches, incapable or unwilling to suggest anything else as Rias’ tongue dances up and down the shaft, at least… at first. Precum leaks out in abundance, coating Rias’ tongue quite rapidly in an ever flowing clear liquid flow but it doesn’t go any further than that. The pleasure doesn’t build… not to a satisfactory degree by any means. She needs… more… but Rias is so absorbed in her self-given task that she won’t realize it without help, so Koneko makes her first demand.  “More… I need more…” Gripping Rias’ long soft hair she pulls Rias back till the tip is kissing the ruin princess’ lips. “More…” Pushing forward against her lips she tries to nudge them apart.

Rias pulls back slightly, gives a beaming smile before she opens her mouth and accepts the tapered red tip and begins using her tongue as she bobs back and forth, applying suction. This is much better…  Koneko enjoys the leisurely sucking for a while, looking down at Rias’ gorgeous body, some of her cum still sticking to Rias’ chest, it’s enough that as Rias slowly accelerates, Koneko knows she’ll be feeding Rias some of her cum directly.

Build and build the pleasure does, and then the little bump at the base starts to swell, tapping into Rias’ lips on every inward stroke. Each sequential tap makes Koneko want even more and more for her knot to pop inside her lips. It seems unlikely though, as the knot is twice the thickness of the main bulk of her cock, and the catgirl with the dogcock doubts that Rias’ jaw will open far enough for it.

As such, though the pleasure builds, there’s something… lacking. Part of something in the back of her head demands that there be hot pressure around her knot. It’s better than her hand alone, and that’s by a longshot, but that urge to knot her bitch won’t leave. Powerful… but ignorable for the moment, she enjoys the sight of Rias sucking on her cock too much to insist they change positions yet.

Rias even brings a hand up to cradle and massage her testicles as she sucks and licks at the shaft in her mouth. Ignoring the instinct to force her knot inside, it’s… fantastic, better than anything else she’s felt since she woke back up in her room. Fingers, brush handles, all of it had been nothing by comparison to watching Rias suck her cock and draw her closer and closer to the edge. As it gets near the usually emotionless catgirl begins to… break. The wolves hadn’t managed it, but watching a person she’s always admired, if in a very different way, bobbing back and forth on her red cock makes the emotional control, the control she’s always clamped hard on herself with, fade. Koneko can feel the smile forming on her face, moans coming easier and easier, as she feels herself near the edge of orgasm, “I’m gonna cum Rias…”

Rias doesn’t pull back, smiling as much as she can with a two and a half inch wide cock in her mouth as she continues bobbing and swallowing on the deepest parts of the bob. It doesn’t take too much longer for Koneko to experience her seventh orgasm of the day, this time not on the floor, or even on Rias accidentally… but straight down Rias Gremory’s beautiful throat. The slender catgirl watches her buxom King gulp down spurt after spurt of the catgirl’s cum, giving a satisfied noise as she swallows it down.

Even if Koneko had not wanted to keep going before that, and she is still far from satisfied, watching the gorgeous curvaceous scarlet haired girl gulp down her cum with a smile ensures Koneko needs more… Pulling her cock from Rias’ mouth she leans down and grabs the stronger devil’s arm and pulls her to her feet and pushes her over the bed. “Koneko, what are you doing-”

“Giving you what you want,” Koneko replies, arousal heavy in her voice as she pounces on Rias’ back. Rias tries to shift her, carefully as she clearly still doesn’t want to hurt Koneko, but Koneko won’t be shifted… not from this, she can smell Rias’ arousal and it’s only driving her onward. Her King’s body wants this just as much as hers does, her King’s mind just hasn’t caught up with it yet.

Beyond that, something about Rias’ half-hearted struggles makes the same primal part of her mind that had been demanding she knot her bitch earlier purr in delight. She can’t wait to knot Rias, cumming deep inside the stronger devil. The thought of hilting and knotting inside Rias alone makes her cock throb in need beyond her arousal, and Konekoreaches between the two devils to grip Rias’ lacy panties and pull at them, rip at them, get them down past Rias’ hips and her round ass. When the tip of her tapered canine cock comes into contact with Rias’ soaked cunt the scarlet-haired devil’s struggle gets momentarily more intense, still not enough to actually stop Koneko and certainly not enough to hurt her, but like before they only intensify Koneko’s need, and she throws her hips forward, drawing an elongated groan of pained pleasure from Rias’ lips as the first few inches of Koneko’s cock force her open with little fanfare. But even just that few inches innside Koneko feels herself hit the thin membrane she herself had only lost a few days ago to an unceremonious wolf gangbang.

But she wasn’t a princess, and Rias was engaged. Riser Phenex is an absolute pig who only wanted to marry Rias for ‘collecting’ reasons. Some part of her can’t begrudge his desire to have a harem, they’re not entirely uncommon in devil society, but his methods leave a sneer on the Nekoshou’s face and dash whatever concerns she may have had for possibly ruining the arrangement. Rias deserves better… and Koneko will give it to her!

Determination roused she pushes her hips forward, piercing her King’s virginity and slowly sinking deeper and deeper inside. Forward progress stops after a few more inches however, as Rias is devilishly tight and needs work to hilt. Work Koneko’s newly aroused primal brain is entirely too willing to put in, a series of strokes in and out bring moans and groans from both of them amidst Rias’ continued half-hearted attempts to throw Koneko from her. Attempts that end with a mighty groan as Koneko’s pelvis begins to depress Rias’ large, firm, backside as she hilts. Hilted, she leans over and licks Rias’ shoulder with her rough tongue, “You feel… so…”

“If… if this is really what you need…” Rias tries to say, as if she’s giving in for Koneko’s sake, but the catgirl can feel the need in her voice, and can feel the way Rias’ cunt pulses around her. The scarlet haired devil wants this very much, maybe she even needs it as much as Koneko does. Either way, she’s going to get what she’s tacitly asking for, and she’s going to get it as thoroughly as Koneko can manage.

So she does what she’d already been doing, but with no need to fend off Rias’ halfhearted resistance she makes better progress, feeling Rias cum for the first time as her pelvis taps against her king’s backside for the second time and she feels the tip of her dick nudge against the back wall. Every few taps after that as Koneko slowly speeds up there’s another round of intense grip from the other girl as she doesn’t quite cum every time, but it still feels fantastic for Koneko, who far more rapidly than before can feel herself heading toward the cliff of orgasm. It’s as Rias’ fourth actual orgasm hits that Koneko’s knot begins to swell again, at first preventing her from hilting as she had at first, but this time the instinct demanding the catgirl knot her bitch is not to be denied. Not this time.

So begins the process of slowly weakening the resistance to her knot, hard pushes over and over again, drawing groans of discomfort mixed with pleasure from Rias’ mouth and determination and pleasure from Koneko’s, until with what feels like an almighty pop, the five inch across bulb pops inside. As her knot locks herself and Rias together, Koneko can feel the tip of her tapered cock pressing tightly against the opening at the back wall. Leaning forward so her slender breasts press against Rias’ back she licks the base of Rias’ neck, the primal part that had demanded she knot her bitch now satisfied, but not finished, it drives her onward, giving her words to say as she begins to orgasm, cum shooting deep into her King’s fertile cunt. “You feel so good around me Rias… and now you’re all mine…” Somehow sealing the deal she opens her mouth and bites down on the same spot she’d licked.

As she bites down, something else… changes. Maybe it’s some part of the Nekoshou lifecycle that she’s unfamiliar with, maybe it’s a further side effect of whatever caused her to grow a dogcock, but as she bites down on Rias’ shoulder she feels things change. Her body gets larger, until she’s not barely able to reach it, but easily reaches Rias’ shoulder. Her breasts grow, causing her to firmly leave the ‘itty bitty titty committee’ as Akeno had joked, and growing to at least a C-cup, squished against Rias’ back. Her hips also grow, matching Rias’ width, as she grinds her knot around, waiting for it to recede so she can continue.

Rias, for her part, locks up as the bite happens, her mouth open in wordless exclamation and her cunt fluttering with pressure, milking every last drop out of Koneko. As the orgasm passes the knot doesn’t recede yet, no surprise to Koneko who had, afterall, spent four days getting repeatedly knotted by a werewolf pack. Still, it gives her time to look over the changes that occurred in that last few moments of her first time with Rias, and her first sexual direct true use of the cock hanging between her legs now.

Straightening up from her bent over position, her left hand strokes Rias’ spine as she goes over what she can see. As she’d expected, where small barely existent breasts had once sat now hang a pair of sizeable, though slightly smaller than the chest of her bitch… of Rias, and two thirds the size of Akeno’s… She pauses to think over why she’d automatically called Rias her bitch but ultimately can’t make a solid decision, she needs someone who knows more to help, and without the help of her elder sister… she would need access to the Gremory library in hopes they have any information on Nekoshou sexual habits or the side effects of a prolongued exposure to lycanthropy on a Nekoshou. Never before has Koneko wanted to know more about her particular species’ sexual habits, but she supposes now is a good time to learn…

Especially because while her knot is starting to recede as she examines her body and thinks this over, her cock is not softening, and she’s still quite inclined to restart the fun. Maybe some Devils will consider it some form of usurpation, to force her will upon the King of the peerage, particularly as only a Rook, not even the Queen, but at the same time making Rias her bitch… it’s entirely too delicious of a thought for Koneko as she is to resist. Something about this decision… it eases a knot that had dwelled in her chest for far too long. She can’t be emotionally constrained, or even try, if she’s going to actually chase this goal of making the beautiful Princess of Ruin her devoted bitch, maybe even including any other female members of the peerage that Rias may create, or those already a part of it like Akeno. Kiba had better not touch any of them though if he knew what was good for him!

The vehemence shocks her for a moment before she pushes it aside, Kiba’s not a bad guy… he won’t do anything to Akeno or Rias… Not once he knows they’re hers. Looking to seal that deal in particular Koneko’s hips begin motion again, driving herself in and out of Rias as the scarlet haired devil’s arms give out and she falls to her elbows, her moans echoing loudly throughout the room. “Say nya… tell me the truth nya. Do you like being my bitch nya?” Nya? Where did that… Sister used to say that, just like that, at the end of sentences or during pauses in her speech. But where did it come from? She didn’t do it on purpose!

Rias has a reply though, and it’s delicious enough that she completely loses track of her questions as to why she’s suddenly gained a vocal tic. Whatever the cause for the change to her speech patterns, Rias certainly isn’t worried about it, moaning out loudly, “I do! I do! I’ve never… I’ve never felt this good. Who cares about Riser Phenex, fuck me! Fuck me please!”

Koneko hadn’t really thought about the arranged marriage between her bitch and Riser Phenex, hm… ah well, it’s too late now, it’s not like she can unbreak her bitch, especially regarding her adoration for Koneko’s knot. They’ll just have to worry about what this means later, for now… she has a tight cunt to breed.