The sun was already high, and the journey seemed endless.

  Werebitch crawled on all fours ahead of Kael, the leash tight around her neck, her ass high and her tail twitching. Every step was a small torture: she could feel his heavy gaze constantly on her, fixed on her firm ass and dripping pussy swaying with every movement.

  Kael wasn’t even looking at the road anymore. He walked calmly, letting himself be guided by the perfect ass of his new bitch.

  They walked like that for hours, through increasingly barren woods and hard dirt paths, until something different appeared ahead: a ptform of dark, smooth metal, with strange symbols engraved along the edges. At its center, floating in midair, was a smooth, shiny sphere the size of a man, emitting a faint bluish glow.

  Werebitch stopped, ears perked.

  “Master, what is that... woof?” she asked hesitantly, eyeing the orb like it was an unknown predator.

  Kael caught up to her, tugged the leash a little, and replied, “That’s our ticket home, mutt.”

  He stepped onto the ptform and began making quick hand gestures. Runic symbols lit up around his feet as he whispered words of power in an ancient tongue.

  The metal sphere pulsed, emitting a deep sound—almost like a heartbeat.

  “Hold on tight, you little slut. And don’t let go, or you’ll end up with your ass scattered across the world.”

  Werebitch, trembling, immediately clung to him, grabbing his muscur thigh as the leash pulled tight around her throat.

  “Yes, Master... woof!” she whimpered.

  A blinding fsh surrounded them.

  The world disappeared.

  When the light faded, Kael and Werebitch stood on another identical ptform, perched on a rocky height.

  Before them, in the distance, loomed a nightmarish vision.

  A castle bck as night, surrounded by towering walls and twisted spires reaching into the sky like cws. The windows were narrow slits oozing red, sinister light. Massive chains hung from the towers, swaying in the wind, while flocks of bck crows circled above the ramparts. The air reeked of sulfur and death.

  At the topmost peak of the castle, an enormous bck fg waved, marked with the symbol of the Demon King: a skull with interwoven horns and burning eyes.

  Werebitch shuddered at the sight, clutching Kael’s leg even tighter.

  “M-Master... what is this pce... woof?” she stammered, tail down, ears ft against her skull.

  Kael looked at her with a cocky smile.

  “Home.”

  He adjusted the cloak on his shoulders, tugged on Werebitch’s leash, and began walking toward the hellish castle dominating the ndscape.

  The castle was now only a shadow of what it once was.

  Colpsed walls, broken towers, rubble everywhere. The scent of soot and blood still lingered in the air, like a memory of the battle that ended the reign of the Demon King.

  Kael strode confidently through the ruins, dragging Werebitch on the leash. His boots crushed bones and charred stones without hesitation.

  He stopped before the grand main hall, its iron doors shattered and twisted.

  With a satisfied grin, he raised his voice.

  “Corvineslut, Redheadwhore! Come here, you hellbitches!”

  His shout echoed through the broken walls.

  A few seconds ter, something stirred.

  From atop the ruined grand staircase, a figure flew down with unnatural grace: a demoness with a breathtaking body, all curves and sin. She nded in front of Kael with a dull thud, immediately kneeling with her head low.

  She had long, twisted horns jutting from her forehead, hair as red as fire, and a pair of massive tits swaying heavily beneath a sort of chain bra. Her belly was round and swollen, fully on dispy. The rest of her body was wrapped in strips of bck leather that did nothing to cover her huge, round ass—put on dispy like a true breeding sve.

  “Master...” she panted, her voice warm and submissive, eyes glowing red.

  Kael smiled, pleased.

  He grabbed Redheadwhore by a horn and pulled her up like she weighed nothing. She let herself be lifted without resistance, a shiver of excitement running through her.

  With his other hand, he roughly grabbed her huge ass, fingers sinking into the soft, firm flesh. The demoness moaned softly, blushing with pleasure.

  Kael leaned in, resting his ear against her warm, taut belly.

  “Hey there, little boy... or little girl...” he murmured with a smirk. “Daddy’s home. And he brought you a new little brother... or sister.”

  His free hand spped her bare cheek with a loud smack, making her gasp and tremble again.

  Werebitch, a few steps behind, watched wide-eyed, muzzle lowered in a submissive pose, her leash taut around her neck.

  “M-Master... woof...” she whimpered softly, barely aware she was speaking.

  Kael lifted his head and gave her a cocky look.

  “Welcome home, mutt. This will be your new family.”

  Moments ter, another figure descended the ruined staircase with slow, heavy steps.

  A second demoness—even more striking than the first.

  Corvineslut.

  She was a feast of sinful flesh: two gigantic tits, full and bouncing with every step, and an immense, wide, perfectly round ass. Her taut, protruding belly made her even more obscene, wobbling with every movement, promising a new creature ready to be born. Her bck, leathery wings—huge like those of a hellish bat—folded behind her back, while two rge curved horns crowned her head, framed by jet-bck hair.

  She wore only scraps of luxurious fabric, gold and purple, leaving almost nothing to the imagination.

  Kael grinned fiercely the moment he saw her and walked toward her.

  Corvineslut knelt without hesitation, struggling slightly because of her heavy belly. With a voice full of desire, she bowed her head.

  “Master...” she whispered, trembling.

  Kael grabbed one of her thick horns and lifted her effortlessly, like she weighed nothing at all.

  He pressed his ear against her warm, massive belly.

  “And you, little boy... or little girl...” he whispered with a pleased smile, “you’ll soon meet your daddy too.”

  Then, with no effort, he scooped her into his arms like a bride—though in his hands she was nothing but a fat, pregnant whore—and turned to Redheadwhore.

  “Bring the bitch up,” he ordered firmly.

  “Right away, Master!” Redheadwhore replied with enthusiasm.

  She grabbed Werebitch’s leash, making her immediately lower her ears and muzzle.

  Kael, carrying Corvineslut, climbed the great ruined staircase without difficulty. The broken stones and dust didn’t slow him down for even a moment.

  Meanwhile, he kissed Corvineslut passionately, pressing his lips to hers while the demoness moaned softly, rubbing against him like a cat in heat.

  Behind them, Werebitch trotted along on all fours, pulled by Redheadwhore.

  Confused, Werebitch turned her muzzle toward the demoness leading her.

  “Who are you two?” she asked timidly.

  Redheadwhore giggled.

  “We’re the Master’s sves!” she replied proudly, tugging her leash a little higher.

  Werebitch lowered her gaze, even more confused.

  “And... who were you before?”

  “I was the Demon King’s daughter. And that one...” she nodded toward Corvineslut, who was clinging to Kael like a lovesick whore, “...was the Demon King’s wife.”

  Werebitch’s eyes widened.

  “S-so... Corvineslut is your mother?” she asked, shocked.

  Redheadwhore burst into ughter.

  “Of course, dummy! Didn’t you get it?”

  Then she pulled her even closer with a wicked grin.

  Welcome to the family, mutt.”