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What A Pair We Make (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

"O-Oh, uh..." He rubbed the back of his neck again, "Any form is fine...it could be you, it could be a hound, another demon...I'm not really picky.."
 
She moved back and made a noise as she began to grow, her body changing into almost a more dragon-like human form, scales appearing on her body, her eyes glowing orange as she grew taller, her muscle mass growing as well. She soon appeared as a knight of hell, massive and hulking with chiseled muscle, skin tone a deep red offset by the black scales. Then, there were two of them. Then.. three.
 
"Choose your form, little one." one of the knights spoke, and the room about shook. They were nude, and all throbbing solid.
 
For three knights, a more feminine form would be best. He nodded and suddenly became much curvier, with wide hips and a bust to match.
 
One knight made an audible, growling sound as he watched the transformation. He began to take a step forward, but was blocked by the knight in the middle.
"Let them finish." he spoke, and the advancing knight let out a sort of feral hiss.
 
Taran gulped, his body fully changed into a slim thick female form, even his hair was a little longer, "Just to...make it easier for you, I figured three holes would be better than two.."
 
The middle knight chuckled deviously and moved to force Taran down to her knees in front of its massive, throbbing cock. It was easily the size of the ogre toy, hot and pulsing and covered in ridges.
 
She gulped, hoping she had enough practice to take him adequately. She brought him into her mouth and looked up for approval.
 
He let out a low growl and nodded down at her, his prejuices dripping onto her tongue. The other knights approached her, massive cocks stiff and erect, as if asking for attention.
 
She reached and gripped both in each hand, bobbing her head slowly as she stroked them at equal pace to make it fair.
 
They each throbbed and pumped hot prejuices onto her and into her mouth. Their sounds were low and gravelly, one drooling.
 
The more feral knight was growling something in low, gothic tones before a bright purple crest appeared on her abdomen, glowing bright as she felt a surge of heat and need flood over her body.
"Good.. little one..", the third knight rasped out.
 
The middle knight suddenly gripped her hair and forced her down to the base slowly with a loud bellow of pleasure.
 
How greedy, a bit of Ulvir peeking through this little game in his actions. She moaned around him and glanced up again, her tongue easily working the base.
 
He lulled his head back again before the feral knight suddenly forced her back off of the middle knight's cock, and down over his own with a cruel cackle.
 
She grunted, eyes widening for a moment before going half lidded, now having to try and work with this new angle but she made do.
 
The third knight hissed, and the feral and middle knight shot glares and curses back at one another before the feral knight forced her down to the base and held her there for a moment, letting out an unintelligible slur of profanities.
 
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