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It was the damn heat. The goddamn temperature made it impossible to think , to breathe, to do anything but give into the most basic instincts. And for Otabek, those instincts were to fuck . Mindlessly, brutally, animalistically, like the beast he was. As a half breed between two different types of demons, his inclinations hadn’t shown themselves till later in his life than most demons, but now that they had risen, they were determined to rule him. The need to mount, to thrust, to own , beat just under his skin, coloring the edges of his vision red any time something or someone even remotely fuckable came near him.
He needed to get a grip on himself. He needed something to take the edge off, and fast. He’d seen Rage demons lose themselves in the heat, and it wasn’t a pretty sight. Destruction for miles around, blood in the streets… He could only imagine what it would be like when that madness was half Rage, half Lust. No, he needed to do something to get himself under control, and he needed to do it now .
The breeder’s shop was in a seedy part of town. In a shadowy alley, he saw two stray catboys fucking and looked away. He didn’t need to be any more on edge than he already was, and even the sight of the humanoid felines might tip him over the edge.
A bell rang above the door when he walked in, alerting the owner to his presence. A Lust demon, by the smell of him. He grinned at Otabek, flashing one broken fang. “Welcome, welcome!” The lights flicked, dusty fluorescent bulbs buzzing. “How can I help you?” It was clear by his tone that he knew exactly what Otabek was looking for. After all, it was what his shop specialized in.
“I need a pleasure pet.”
“Ah, maybe I can interest you in some fairies, then? You only get two or three uses out of them, but you can’t beat the price!”
Otabek’s eyes flicked to the fairies in filthy cages along the walls. Their delicate wings fluttered as they pressed backwards in terror. “My dick is bigger than they are.”
The Lust demon raised one brow and barked out a laugh. “Just one use, then.”
“No.” Otabek shook his head. “I need something sturdier than that, something that won’t break under my cock and can take a little abuse.”
“Like it rough, do you?”
“Not by choice.”
The shop owner cocked his head and sniffed the air, then scowled. “Half breed?” When Otabek gave a single nod of acknowledgement, the demon’s lip curled into a sneer. “Surprised you’re not already a mindless savage at this point.”
“I will be soon, if I don’t get a pet. And I doubt you want that to happen in your shop. Something part Incubus. I’d pay more for something at least half. Something that needs it.”
“My shop specializes in the best quality halflings, Incubus and catboy, with wings clipped and control collars already included-” he shook his head before Otabek could get his hopes up “-but we’re all sold out right now. It’s the fuckin’ heat.” He wiped his dirty hand across his forehead, flicking away the perspiration that had gathered there. “I’ve got a couple of dams that’ll have whelps in a few months, and a shipment of some lower quality fuck toys that’ll be in next week to tide me over, but I’m not sure you’ll last that long, by the look of you.”
“Maybe one of the dams, then. One that’s not breeding.”
The Lust demon guffawed. “Like fuckin’ hell. Females are about as rare as Holy water ‘round here.”
“Then can you at least recommend another shop that might actually have what they claim to sell?” Otabek demanded through gritted teeth. He was already imagining pinning the proprietor to the wall and fucking his useless, disgusting mouth just to take the edge off. The thought made his cock throb.
“Well now, never let it be said I turned a customer away. I might have something that’ll help you out, but it might not be worth the hassle to you.”
“I’m listening.”
“Got a reject in the back scheduled to be put outta it’s misery later. Fuckin’ thing’s been returned three times. It’s wild, nothing like the rest of my usual stock. Must’ve got some bad genes in the pool for that one. Not worth the trouble of tryin’ to train. But maybe ‘e just needs a firm hand such as yourself can provide.”
“I’ll take him.”
The shop owner looked at him in shock. “Without even lookin’ at it?”
“Would you rather I fucked you over this counter to buy us some more time?” Otabek’s voice was low with threat, and the other demon flinched.
“Yer not my type,” he finally recovered himself to say. His hand trembled a little when he took Otabek’s money, and he kept his eyes down. “You ever owned a pleasure pet before?”
“No.”
“Thing to remember is they ain’t like us. Not intelligent, not able to live on their own. The collars keep them from using all their Incubi powers, but it also keeps them hungry all the time. Don’t fuck it regular enough and it’ll starve. This one likes to fight. Not that I think you’ll hold off, but don’t keep from fuckin’ it just because it puts up a bit of a fight then come back and complain when it drops dead on you. And you don’t have to worry about killin’ it any other way - crossbreeding them makes them hardier. You can fuck it raw and it’ll be fine in a few hours. That I guarantee. An’ there’s a tracking chip in the collar, so if by chance it gets away from you, it’ll be easy to find. For the best anyway, since the damn thing can’t survive on the street.”
“I get it, just bring him out now,” Otabek demanded, fighting the tension curling in his belly. The Lust demon shoved the ownership papers at Otabek and went to the back, his wings rustling nervously behind him.
A few moments later, he returned with a small blonde halfling, thrashing wildly under his arm. It bucked and kicked, managing to knock the shop owner in the knee before the demon twisted the halfling’s arm viciously behind it’s back, stilling his movements. Otabek finally got a decent look at the pet and cringed. He was tiny compared to Otabek, and so thin that he looked starved. Otabek could count his ribs. Even his tail, thrashing angrily behind him, seemed thin and bony.
“This thing’s not going to last the first mounting,” he muttered in disgust.
“Not as delicate as it looks,” the Lust demon assured him. “That hole of his is always wet, and it’ll stretch. Plus, I imagine he’ll even fatten up a bit, if you’re fuckin’ it as often as you look like you need.”
“Fine, just hand him over.” Otabek reached for the naked, struggling creature abruptly. He couldn’t wait any longer. He’d just have to take the breeder at his word about how hearty the pet was.
“And good riddance,” the Lust demon said as he passed his burden over. “I wouldn’t take its muzzle off if I were you. Least, not till you’ve got ‘im good and broke, if that’s possible.”
“Why not?” The pet thrashed in Otabek’s grip, but he was easy to subdue.
“Tried ta bite the dick off the Pain demon that owned it last. Don’t got proper fangs, of course, but they’re plenty sharp.”
Otabek raised a brow, wincing internally at the thought. “I’m surprised you didn’t pull out his teeth and try to sell him again.”
“I thought about it,” the breeder said with a shrug. “But the little beastie’s not worth the time. Less you want to pay extra for it. I’ve got pliers in the back. Between the two of us we could get ‘em out right quick.”
The pet trembled violently and a muffled whimper came from behind the muzzle. Otabek was a demon, but he wasn’t a monster. He shook his head. “I’ll keep him in one piece for now.”
“Suit yourself.”
Otabek turned and left the store, carrying the somewhat subdued pet with him. It hardly weighed anything, and now that he wasn’t fighting so much, Otabek could see that he had the tail and ears of a catboy, and scars on his back where it looked like wings had been clipped. Otabek wondered exactly how much Incubus the pet was. Full blooded ones had wings like a demon, but halflings usually small,stunted wings that barely carried them. These scars looked like they had been from full wings, but it was obvious that the pet was at least half catboy. Maybe just a fluke in the genes, then. Over breeding could result in strange, and often grotesque results…
As soon as he stepped outside, the heat hit Otabek like a punch to the face. It was oppressive, inescapable, and suddenly the throbbing in his temples was back in full force. He needed… he needed…
The alley where he’d seen the stray catboys fucking in earlier was empty, and he stumbled down it, barely bothering to reach the shadows before shoving his new pet against the crumbling brick wall. It started struggling again almost immediately, trying to claw his eyes, but Otabek pinned the thin wrists to the wall easily, lust consuming him. He hitched the pet’s legs around his waist and used his other hand to free his cock. It was throbbing, desperate for something to slam into. As if attracted to the slick heat, the head of it brushed against the pet’s hole. It was wet, like the breeder said it would be, and Otabek finally lost himself to the lust.
He slammed inside, the shriek of the pet drown out by the roaring in his ears. It was hot and slick and so fucking tight Otabek thought he’d lose his mind. The little halfling’s struggles slowed, and Otabek looked between them. Every time his cock drove into the pet, he could see the bulge of it. The sight only incited him further. His fangs felt too big for his mouth, saliva pooling under his tongue, and he bit down hard on the spot where the pet’s neck and shoulder met. It immediately went limp.
Otabek thrust into him savagely, letting the intense pleasure sweep through him and hold the heat madness at bay. All too soon he felt the churning boil of impending release and let himself go, pumping into the pet hotly. Otabek staggered, forcing his knees not to buckle. That was the best orgasm he’d ever-
There was a sizzle, the only sign of the sudden surge of power, and then the pet raked wickedly sharp claws down Otabek’s shoulder. He jerked back in shock, the pain stinging more than he thought it would. If he wasn’t so sated, it likely would have set him into a rage. Instead, he chuckled. Already, the little claws were returning to the dull black things they’d been before. He must have used what power he’d siphoned off of Otabek in that one move.
“Well that was foolish,” he murmured, pulling his cock free with a wet pop. “Wouldn’t that power be better spent putting some meat on your bones? I guess the breeder was right about pets not being very smart-” He hadn’t even finished when the pet tried to take a swipe at his eyes. “Oh, but they’re apparently sensitive.”
The pet growled and Otabek chuckled again. “Come on, let’s get home and I’ll give you another opportunity to waste power.” He set the pet down and gave a little tug on the leash clipped to his collar. It immediately jerked away, trying to get free. “That’s enough now,” Otabek said sternly. “Unless you want me to fuck you in the street again, -” he leaned over so that he could see the nameplate on the collar, “Yurachka? Well that’s a bit of a mouthful.” Otabek supposed it was better than something stupid like ‘Snowball.’ As if that joke hadn’t been done to death.
“How about something shorter than that. Yura?” When the pet didn’t immediately fight, Otabek took that as agreement. “Yura, then. Let’s go. Or I can bend you over that trash can next time, if you’d rather?”
Yura hesitated, then stopped pulling on the leash. Otabek guided him out of the alley and together they walked towards home. After a few blocks, Otabek noticed come starting to run down the inside of the pet’s thighs, and while a part of him felt almost bad about that, the rest of him was incredibly turned on by the sight. He wondered if, when he took his time fucking him and wasn’t so crazed, the pet’s little prick would get hard. Did they orgasm like demons did? Curious, he slid his hand between Yura’s legs and fondled the pet’s cock.
It jerked away from him, neck and face flushing scarlet. Otabek almost stopped walking, he was so surprised. Was his new pet shy ? That was so… unexpected. A quick look around showed Otabek an obviously pampered catboy sunning itself in a fenced yard, it’s pierced cock limp against it’s thigh. Up the road one dog was humping another, the dominant one growling and the submissive looking bored. They had already passed two other demons out with their pleasure pets as well, the halflings walking proudly beside their owners, as nude as Yura was. Otabek knew all the demons would have to do was snap their fingers and point, and the pets would drop to their knees and take their master’s cock into their throat gladly. Yet his blushed at a single touch.
“You are an abnormality, aren’t you?” Otabek murmured. Yura skittered away from him but not further than the leash allowed. Obligingly, Otabek didn’t fondle him again until they reached home.
Inside the house, the burn of the heat abated a little, and Otabek felt as though he could breathe easier. With the door locked and the windows sealed, he unclipped the leash and let Yura explore his new home. Immediately the pet moved further away from him, eyes darting around as if trying to take everything in all at once.
“You’re free to roam the house,” Otabek said, suddenly feeling almost awkward to be sharing his living space with another creature. “But of course you’ll need to come when I call you for fucking.” The pet’s tail lashed. “So long as you behave, I’ll spoil you with treats. All you have to do is be a good boy and-”
Yura knocked a bowl off the counter and didn’t even flinch when it shattered on the floor. “Fuck!” Otabek stepped forward and then stopped, realizing that the pet had done it on purpose. “So this is what the breeder meant about you being difficult, is it?” Yura stared at him, unblinking, then moved to knock a glass off next. Otabek was next to him in a flash, snatching his hand away. “That’s bad ,” he said sternly. The pet’s tail lashed and he tried to bat the glass off with his other hand. “Maybe a heavy hand is what you need after all. I was hoping to win you over with affection, but punishment works as well.”
He tugged Yura to the couch and easily bent him over his lap. Yura struggled, giving Otabek tantalizing glimpses of his upturned ass, but he wasn’t anywhere near strong enough to get away. Otabek brought his hand down hard just below the pet’s tail. Yura yowled behind the muzzle and his back arched. Otabek spanked him again, harder this time. The pet struggled uselessly, as Otabek continued to deliver blow after blow until the pale skin of Yura’s ass was bright red and hot to the touch.
Otabek looped his finger under the collar and pulled back, arching Yura’s neck back. His face was tear-stained and his eyes narrowed. “Are you ready to behave now?” Otabek asked. Yura sniffled, and just when Otabek thought the pet was ready to be comforted and coddled, he brought his knee down hard in Otabek’s lap. All the air left him in a rush and a haze of red rolled over his vision. Pain and rage dueled for prominence, and lust reared its head in their wake.
“That was a mistake,” he growled, already feeling his fangs throb with the need to bite, to tear. The blood that was suddenly rushing to his cock made the pain sharper. Made his control slip even further. Yura’s eyes opened wide in panic as they took in the sight of Otabek pitching into a full rage. He struggled to get away, but the efforts were more comical than effectual.
Otabek stood, sending Yura crashing off his lap and onto the floor. When the pet tried to crawl away, Otabek dragged him back and threw him face first over the couch. Pinning him there was easy, and Otabek took a moment to admire the red, obviously sore hole in front of him before ripping his clothing out of the way. It was mindless, instinctual, uncontrollable. Yura raised his head and tried to look back, but Otabek shoved his face down into the couch cushion. He gripped his cock with his other hand, guiding it to the center of wet heat that it so desperately sought despite Yura trying to wiggle his hips away. As soon as the head of it nestled into the slick crevice, he shoved forward.
Four thrusts in, he sank his teeth into Yura’s shoulder again, reopening the wound that had already started to seal itself. Blood welled up under his tongue and Otabek lapped at it greedily, driving his cock into the limp body below him. His hips stuttered, ejaculate pumping from his cock, then he resumed his rough thrusting again. He wasn’t done- not by a long shot.
Yura stayed unmoving until Otabek withdrew his fangs and changed their positions. He sat on the couch and skewered Yura onto his cock like a puppet, hands gripping the pet’s waist so hard that his claws left marks on the otherwise pale skin. Yura’s weight felt like nothing as Otabek jerked him up and down, admiring the way his concave belly pushed out with the thickness of Otabek’s cock buried in him. Yura collapsed against his chest and Otabek came again, snarling and snapping at his pet’s skin. Still, his erection hadn’t waned.
Otabek thought about taking the muzzle off. He thought about prying Yura’s jaws open and shoving his cock down into that slender throat, but couldn’t stand the idea of pulling out even for a moment. It felt so fucking good , so perfect. Someday. Someday he’d fuck his pet’s little mouth, see those pink lips wrapped around his cock.
For now, he stood, still driving into Yura’s tight heat, and went back to the bedroom. On the bed he slammed in even deeper, able to bend Yura’s legs up by his head. The part-catboy had the incredible flexibility of his species, and his body was easy to mold into whatever shape Otabek wanted. He lost track of how long he spent fucking his pet, mindlessly seeking more pleasure. It seemed impossible to stop. He’d never been able to let himself go like this before, never had an outlet for his urges, but now that he did- it was like this was where he belonged. His cock sheathed in a pliant fuck toy, pounding its tight little ass into the mattress.
He would have happily spent the rest of his life in that nirvana, but after his next orgasm, his cock had finally had enough for the moment. It softened, and Otabek flung himself onto his back, breathing hard. That was the best fuck of his life, the best he’d ever felt… ever . Nothing compared. Sweat was slowly drying on his skin and his belly clenched randomly as aftershocks still pulsed through him. He regretted for a moment that he hadn’t taken the time to see if his pet could get hard and come while being fucked, but when he remembered the broken bowl and the knee to his groin, he didn’t feel quite so bad.
The little beastie clearly had obedience problems, but Otabek didn’t regret buying him. The sex had been more than worth the hassle, and besides, he liked feisty. Eventually, Yura would see that Otabek had saved his life , and he’d part his thighs willingly. Until then, Otabek just needed to continue to show him who was boss.
He rolled over and reached out for his pet, then froze as Yura flinched away. His small body was littered with bite and claw marks, most of them bleeding freely. Bruises were already blossoming, black and purple, on his skin. His entire body was trembling. He was terrified. Otabek reached out again, but stopped once more when Yura let out a whimper.
“Fuck,” Otabek hissed. He knew he’d been rough while in the midst of the rage, but he didn’t think he’d been that savage. Yura looked as though he’d been mauled by a wild animal. And the stark, empty way his eyes tracked Otabek’s every movement let him know that he was that animal.
Otabek didn’t know what to do. Pleasure pets didn’t come with instruction manuals. The incubus in him should speed his healing, and… and… catboys were supposed to like sex. Incubi needed it. Yura should have siphoned off an incredible amount of power from their fucking. Otabek didn’t get it. The injuries should have already been beginning to heal by now. And Yura should have been welcoming Otabek’s advances. Yes, he’d fought a little in the beginning, but Otabek had just figured that was like knocking his bowl off the counter. The pet was a little asshole who needed to act out. But that should have ended as soon as he’d started feeding. Most pets were as content as a kitten lapping cream while they were being fucked - even roughly.
Drawing a bath was the only thing Otabek could think to do. He expected trouble - after all, catboys were notoriously difficult to bathe - but Yura sank into the water without complaint. He stayed limp, his eyes practically unseeing.
“We’re just gonna get you cleaned up and make those wounds easier to heal, okay?” he murmured softly, stroking Yura’s hair. “You just had a feast, so there should be plenty of energy to heal yourself as well as fatten up a bit.” The pet, of course, said nothing behind the muzzle. He hadn’t even moved. “I didn’t mean to be so hard on you,” Otabek said to fill the silence. He wasn’t exactly sure how much of what he was saying the halfling could actually understand, but it had to be at least a little. “I can’t guarantee that I won’t fuck you in a rage again, but I’ll do what I can to keep it from being this… rough.” He scrubbed shampoo into the pet’s long, fine hair, then rinsed it out. “Try not to knee me in the balls again, yeah?”
Yura sniffed indignantly, which Otabek took as a good sign. Some of the color had come back to his cheeks, and his bruises were fading. “That’s a good kitten,” Otabek praised, stroking gently where the pet’s velvet soft little ears poked out from his hair. “You’re nice and full now, aren’t you. Warm and safe and already healing. Good kitten…” Otabek scratched softly and was rewarded with a tiny purr. It was enough.
When the water cooled, Otabek lifted Yura from the tub and dried him in a fluffy towel. He ripped the bloodied blanket from the bed and grabbed a second one, then settled them onto the bed for the night. He fell asleep curled around his pet, stroking his skin softly.