“Akiliq seems to like you.”
“Of course he does.” Artemis petted his lovely ears. “All dogs like me. I must smell like sausage, or something.”
Dafoe laughed as she escorted her guests into the house. The animal’s protective energy pushed all thoughts of the demon out her mind. It wouldn’t attack her with this beautiful husky around.
When she escorted the man and his dog into her studio, Dafoe took a seat by the window. He rambled about how he and his partner were always trying to one-up each other when it came to birthday gifts.
“Don’t worry,” Artemis said. “My painting will blow him away. Clients are always happy with my work.”
“I can see why,” Dafoe said, as she lifted a fresh canvas onto her easel.
When he didn’t explain himself, she asked, “What do you mean?”
“There’s something sensitive about you. Like you can see the true spirit of things.”
Artemis laughed. “Who, me? Nah, I’m pretty clueless.”
He sat by the window, watching her prep her pallet with the sienna and umber she always used for underpainting. Akiliq rested at his side, tilting his canine head like he wondered what she was up to. Artemis went quickly to work, capturing the gentility in his body while her mind dissected Dafoe’s comment. He felt she was sensitive to the true spirit of things? What things?
Rays of sunlight cascaded through the big window, illuminating Akiliq’s clean fur. When she’d finished her rough sketch, she poured out acrylics onto the plastic she used as a makeshift pallet. Just when she was about to start the foreground, the light fixture overhead buzzed. When she looked up at it, the bulbs popped, both at once, exploding inside their glass enclosure.
“Oh my god!” She jumped, throwing down her brush, then racing to the switch by the door. “Jesus Christ, what was that?”
Artemis fully expected her kind client to sympathize, or make a joke, or ask if she was okay, but he rose silently to his feet. Akiliq followed suit, raising his front paws off the floor and standing at his master’s side.
Just as Artemis was about to compliment Dafoe on his dog’s impressive trick, the bedroom door slammed shut. Her bones rattled, and she screamed.
“Don’t be afraid,” said a voice from across the room. As she turned to the window, the curtains flew shut all on their own.
Right before her eyes, Dafoe’s beautiful wolf-dog grew large and erect. It howled as its paws turned to fingers and its legs and arms formed masculine muscles. Like The Hulk, its body grew monstrous, huge. Its muzzle foreshortened until he resembled some hideous cross between a human and a husky. And hanging between its well-formed legs was the scariest cock she’d ever seen.
Why scary? Because she knew it was destined for the wet spot between her legs.
“Oh god.” Artemis turned to the door, clasping both hands around the brass knob. It wouldn’t turn. She was trapped. “This can’t be happening…”
“Why not?” Dafoe asked. His kind voice had been capsized by the unknown demon. “You’re a sensitive artist. Can’t you control the situation?”
Using Budd and Vincent’s bodies was bad enough, but her client and his dog? This was unacceptable. “Get out of here!” she screamed. “This is my life, this is my house, and you are not welcome.”
“Your house?” When Dafoe cocked his head, it dipped to such an awkward angle it looked like it might fall off his neck. “I thought you just moved in, haven’t even met the neighbours.”
“Shut up.” Rage roared through her veins, but her voice remained stable, calm and controlled. “I’ve had enough. I don’t know who you are or what you want, but get the fuck out of here. And I mean now!”
This time, it was Akiliq who spoke. “You don’t know what we want? I somehow doubt that.”
His voice crossed from a bark to the demonic rumble she knew only too well.
“You heard me, whoever you are. What’s this all about? Sex? Power? You take control of my body and make me do things I don’t want to. You make me do people I don’t want to. What’s the point?”
The creature obviously didn’t appreciate being challenged. Before Artemis could try the door again, the Husky bounded toward her, knocking her to the floor. Her ass hit the ground before her mind had a chance to catch up. When she felt that electric charge up her spine, past and present pains overwhelmed her. She collapsed, smacking her head hard enough that her brain throbbed inside her skull. She cried out desperately, hoping God or a neighbour might hear her whimpers.
“Flip this bitch,” the dogman called to Dafoe. “Get her on her hands and knees. I’m taking her from behind.”
When Dafoe tore off her top, Artemis opened her eyes. All she saw were swirling galaxies on a blanket of blackness. She couldn’t see her possessed client. She couldn’t see his drooling man-dog. But she didn’t need to see them to know who was in charge.
They stripped her naked and rolled her limp body onto its front. Was she dead? She couldn’t tell. She’d never felt this way before. Insurmountable pain forced her spirit from her beleaguered body. Only when her perspective met the ceiling did she get a good look at what they were doing to her.
“Feel this pussy,” the naked dog said to the naked man.
They stuck their fingers in her cunt, both at once. Even if Artemis was dead, she must have retained some connection to her body, because she felt them poking around in her. They weren’t shy about it. In fact, they were rough as hell.
“Wet,” Dafoe said, licking her pussy juice from his fingers.
“Wet and ready,” Akiliq agreed, guiding his huge dogcock toward her waiting snatch.
Artemis turned her gaze on naked Dafoe, and a string of arousal flitted through her semi-consciousness. Her client’s black body was muscular, but lean. If Budd was built like a brick house, Dafoe was built like a steel bridge. He had a cyclist’s body. And he was hung like a goddamn bull.
Of course, at that moment, some external force was obviously controlling Dafoe, as well as Akiliq. How the demon had turned a Husky into some kind of shapeshifting werewolf creature, she couldn’t venture to guess. Everything seemed too strange to be real. If it hadn’t been for the bruises she invariably found on her body afterward, she’d never believe these encounters really happened.
And then there was the fact that Vincent remembered what happened to him. Would Dafoe recall this encounter, when he came to his sense? God, she hoped not.
“What are you doing?” Artemis whispered. “Oh God.”
Her spirit body covered its mouth with both hands. She watched from the ceiling as Akiliq parted her ass cheeks, giving them both a better look while he pressed his thick cock into her sopping slit. Despite feeling disconnected from her body, Artemis sensed his dog-dick entering her from behind. It was big. It made her think of Vincent’s fist, when he’d shoved that in her cunt. Except Akiliq wasn’t taking his time, wasn’t taking care. He jammed his thick dick into her swollen pussy so forcefully her body and spirit screamed in unison. She wondered if this action was the monster’s hunger or a natural instinct.
“Shut her up,” Akiliq said to Dafoe.
“How, Master?”
“How do you think?” the dogman barked. “Shove your cock in her mouth. Give her something to suck on while I fuck this tight pussy.”
Apparently possession had reversed their roles as dog and owner. The Husky called all the shots, and Dafoe followed instructions without hesitation.
Grabbing Artemis by the hair, Dafoe yanked her head up from its hanging position. When her mouth was too low for his cock, he didn’t come to her. Oh no. He yanked her up higher, until her hands were off the ground. She felt the strain in her already aching head as he held her aloft by the hair. When she opened her mouth to scream, he shoved his erection between her lips.
Semi-conscious, Artemis grabbed the base of Dafoe’s dick with both hands. She swallowed his cock as far as it would go, until she gagged and sputtered around its massive girth. Yes, it hurt, but a
t least this way she could lean her upper body’s weight against his crotch. Better than being strung up by her hair.
Dafoe’s hands moved to her arms, thank heavens. She felt like a puppet between the possessed man and his beast. Never, in her wildest fantasies, had she dreamed of a moment like this, but she had to admit, a wolf turned man possessing her pussy... a handsome stranger filling her mouth? This encounter checked a lot of boxes.
“The bitch is too low,” Akiliq growled. “Let’s get her up and punish her.”
Grasping her hips, Akiliq heaved Artemis upward until her knees left the ground. Her toes struggled to find the floor as the two figures held her aloft. She clung to Dafoe’s cock with both hands, wondering how they could possibly punish her further.
The moment Akiliq pulled out of her slick pussy, she knew.
Every muscle tensed as he said, “I want this bitch’s ass.”
“Nooo!” she moaned.
Artemis wasn’t entirely sure whether she was in her body or floating outside it. She could see the room from every perspective, but she couldn’t make a sound, not with Dafoe’s cock jammed deep in her raw, swollen throat. So was she in or out of body? Probably both.
“Take her to the window,” Akiliq instructed.
Despite Artemis’s internal struggle, she couldn’t refuse. Her heart raced. This was going to kill her, wasn’t it? She’d die of embarrassment.
“Say hello to the neighbours,” Akiliq sneered as Dafoe propped her naked body against the window.
The glass felt cool and smooth against her bare breasts, but Artemis’s cheeks blazed as she looked down on the neighbourhood. If anybody came by walking their dog or strolling with their baby carriage, they’d surely spot her. Naked as a jaybird. And getting ass-fucked by a dog.
“Help,” she whispered. She tried to scream it, but her throat was too razed from Dafoe’s cock. The word stuck to her swollen flesh. “Please get me down from here.”
Every word felt like a blade, and she instinctively tried reaching for her neck, but her hands didn’t move. Akiliq held them behind her back. She struggled uselessly, because she was only half inside her body. The other half, still floating against the ceiling, watched in awe as Akiliq and Dafoe merged into one monstrous body. Two heads, four arms, and two erect cocks… oh my!
“You can’t…” Artemis felt like she was seeing double, but no. This was really happening. Two possessed bodies melded together. They were poised to take her, jointly, from behind. “Oh god, please don’t!”
“Keep the bitch quiet,” Akiliq instructed.
Dafoe reached one of their four hands around her head, slamming it over her mouth. He smelled like expensive, manly creams, but his hand felt surprisingly large. It covered not only her mouth, but her chin and the base of her nose. She could barely breathe, but what did they care? They were possessed. They’d probably take her dead or alive.
Would the creature kill her? Before, she’d thought not. Now, she wasn’t sure. The violence in his demonic lust increased with every encounter.
“Hold still,” Akiliq commanded.
Artemis hadn’t realized she was squirming.
“Keep your ass in one place, will you?” His bark reverberated deep inside her. “We’re going in, and you’re gonna like it. Hear me?”
With Dafoe covering her mouth, she couldn’t answer in words. She just nodded, swiftly, feeling the client’s heavy hand on her face.
“Would you look at that hole?” Akiliq said to Dafoe. “Spit on it for me.”
Dafoe did as his dog instructed. His spit struck Artemis’s ass crack just above her hole. The hot stuff slicked down to pool in her pucker. Akiliq spit, too. His dog-breath sickened her, but her pussy and her ass betrayed that reaction. Excitement coursed through her clit and up into her naked nipples.
The whole neighbourhood could see. And look! A woman leisurely walking her dog. The dog knew what was happening. It stopped in front of the house and stared, but the woman walking him didn’t look up. She yanked his leash until he started walking again. But that little dog knew. It could see exactly what was going on up here.
“I can’t wait to feel your tight little asshole sucking my fat cock,” Akiliq said.
“No.” She spoke into Dafoe’s palm. It was so slick, so hot with her breath she thought she’d pass out before they stuck it to her.
“Feel how wet her cunt is,” Akiliq sneered.
One of their four hands landed on her pussy. A finger. Two fingers? And then… oh god, a cock! It entered her from behind, and just when she lost herself in its immensity, another cock slid across her ass crack.
Her pussy juice slicked a path as Akiliq pressed his dick to her tightest orifice. She didn’t want him there. It never got easier. Even after Vincent’s hand had been lodged in her rear, she still wasn’t ready for this new feat.
But it didn’t matter what she wanted. It didn’t matter how she screamed. The wolf man opened her asshole with his massive erection. He drove his cock into her, though there was no room for him there. Dafoe was already taking up all the space she had to give. Her cunt was full of cock. When Akiliq horned in on that territory, she felt about ready to explode.
“I can’t,” she whispered into Dafoe’s hand. “It’s too much.”
Akiliq only responded by driving his dick deeper inside her ass. That ring of muscle opened wider, because what else could it do? Respond or rip. Those were her asshole’s only options. So it slackened for his girth. It let him in.
And from her spirit-view, she saw what it looked like to be taken from behind. Her floating consciousness saw through Dafoe and Akiliq’s conjoined body, to the massively stretched flesh around her ass and her pussy. Just the sight made her wince. No wonder it hurt.
That stretch and strain only increased as she stared at the monster’s two massive cocks hurdling into her body. Seeing it made her feel it more, feel it harder and faster—the stretch and strain, the opening of her ass, the filling of her orifices. She couldn’t take much more.
That was just too bad, because they had a lot more to give.
“Bitch is in heat,” Akiliq roared as he rammed her ass. “She wants cock. She wants all the cock. If we had more, she’d take more.”
“No,” she whispered into Dafoe’s hand, which was still covering her mouth.
“Bitch wants it hard.” They forced themselves deeper inside, banging her body against the window. “Bitch wants to feel it.”
Her forehead knocked against the glass. Their force pressed her breasts flat. Her hard nipples indented her body.
“Stop,” she said, woozily. “You’ll break the window. I’ll fall out.”
Could they hear her? Probably not. Not over their roaring grunts and barks. The two-headed, double-cocked man-dog fucked her relentlessly. They rammed her pussy and her ass so hard she stopped feeling the strain and only felt the friction, the motion. She wasn’t human anymore. She was just a receptive piece of meat, a warm slab of flesh. That’s all they needed, right? That’s all she’d be.
“Just come,” she begged. “Just… oh god, just come.”
They must have heard her that time, because Akiliq said, “Bitch wants our jizz.”
Artemis’s head rolled to one shoulder. She didn’t have the strength to hold it up.
“Let’s give it to her.” Dafoe’s voice was the creature’s. “Let’s soak her in cum.”
They forced their dicks deeper inside her body, slamming her face against the glass before pulling back, pulling out. It should have been a relief, but as soon as their thick, throbbing cockheads popped out of her pussy and her ass, she felt strangely melancholy.
She watched from above as Dafoe and Akiliq’s two cocks exploded with cum, like a mismatched pair of fire hoses. They streaked her back, ass and thighs with white-hot cream. The stuff dripped down her legs as she slid to the floor. Without their physical support, she couldn’t stay upright.
Her body slipped like a ragdoll as the Dafoe and the wolf-man f
ell away from each other. As they separated, Akiliq howled with a deathly bark of pain. Her heart ached for him as his large form condensed into its original self.
The dog lay panting beside his naked owner on the dark wood floor. In that moment, Artemis had a choice to make: return to her battered body and experience a full blast of pain, or fly away like a sylph and escape this wicked existence.
A familiar voice shook the room: “You’re not going anywhere, darling.”
Where was he? The monster. Where was that voice coming from?
“You think you’ve got a hold on me?” She gazed at her less-than-conscious body. “I’ll leave my skin right there on the floor. I’ll take off.”
The creature cackled, a sound so vicious and mean it sliced through her non-corporeal self. “You’d rather die than live with me?”
“You got that right. I’d rather walk through hell than stay here with you.”
She was pretty much decided on her fate when the voice asked, “What about Budd? What about his son? You want them to come home and find you like this, naked and dead on the floor? Taken by a man and his dog?”
Shit. Her perspective shifted when she considered her boyfriend and Vincent. Her love for them had only grown through this ordeal. The monster had her in his clutches. Love would make her stay.
And so, with a distinct sense of resignation, Artemis returned her spirit to its bare and battered body.
Her skin seared as she re-entered it, and when she moaned with the intense pain between her legs, she heard her client finding his way to consciousness as well.
Oh god… how was she going to explain all this?
Chapter Six
“Lots of bikers love their pets,” Budd assured her as he packed the foldaway easel into the trunk of her car. “It’s too bad you don’t want to work at home anymore, but trust me, you’ll make a killing at this rally. Some of these guys love their pets more than their kids. Isn’t that right, Vince?”
“No,” Vincent said, solemnly.
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