... "Franz, of course! As a half vampire bat, half Doberman puppy and Initiate Vampire Incubus!"
"Hmm, close enough," Jake cackled, interrupting Travis again, revealing their full demon forms to the enthralled neighborhood snoop and previously crippled paraplegic young teenager. "Even though I really could've used your snooping spying talents, for what I was sent here for, to spy on all the human brats and young fodder from this earthbound plane of HIS disgusting future-breeding innocents within OUR realm, YOU dear child, MY sweet innocent little child, Travis, will be far more insatiable when you breed, mate, reproduce, and greedily change each one of your neighbors or young innocent souls you've been spying on, as my next Initiate Incubus, once you yourself
become an Initiate Incubus and are mated to ...
... Franz, of course! As a half vampire bat, half Doberman puppy and Initiate Vampire Incubus once he's finished mating you with enough of his creamy thick vampire canine-bat sperm!"
"LIAR! You're ... you're no ... Angel!" shouted Travis, stumbling away from the three demons standing before him, naked, backing right into the wall suddenly directly behind him. Each were not just naked, with sleek and shiny large bat wings, black ram-like horns on their heads, hellfire glowing red eyes, and even a long rat-like black tail with a spade on the end. They each had visible erections! "Get ... get away from me you, you ... DEMONS! You're all Satan-spawn! That's ... that's what you are! Satan-spawn! Help me Je--"
Mad King Franz lifted his head from his dripping silky doggie crotch, and menacingly growled.
"Guard! Guard!" Travis shouted toward the Doberman puppy, remembering Kurt telling him about their guard dog's training words to protect and defend the Wagner family. "Guard, Mad King Wagner!"
Mad King Franz growled again, this time flashing his heavily dripping fangs to the appealing little human fodder he'd suddenly smelled and grew instantly aroused by as he leaped up on sharp clawed paws. Franz wasn't sure what it was that made him salivate so much, the geek boy's scent, his appearance, his fear, or some combination of all three, but this enticing human redhead looked appetizing, and his stiffening erection responded by spurting a fat long rope of doggie sperm out of its rigid and dripping glossy red canine tip.
"Holy shit, not you too, Mad King Wagner!" Travis shrieked, and immediately noticed the hellishly thick canine erection ejaculate, lengthening from a long, slick wet black canine sheath dangling between the young Doberman's legs. "That isn't ... oh Lordy-Lord, you can't be a demon, too! That isn't possible!"
Franz's brain was so distored and intermingled with the canine's brain after that vampire bat had feasted on his blood and painfully mounted him, pumping its fiery heated fluid into his bowels, he couldn't remember it'd been his own younger brother Kurt that'd dominated and seeded him. And glancing from those other two Incubi, looking at him with expectant lusty expressions, and then back to the only human inside his sleep?room, his resting?room, no, his BEDROOM, Franz realized they were giving him the young pimply redhead human male to make the boy his own submissive and hot Incubus mate. Franz had a fleeting thought he might've known the kid from somewhere. And the 4-wheeled toy-chair, no, wheelchair the boy arrived here on, indicated that it was the dirty little kid next door who was always sitting at the living room window writing down notes on everything he'd been spying. Trent, no, Timothy, no, Travis ... Travis Abernathy! That sounded like the kid's funny name. Franz yipped happily.
Franz had only talked to the bizarre-looking 13 or 14-year-old teen once or twice, instantly disliking the kid's strangeness when they'd spoken at that first floor window. The kid's non-stop chattering, along with his geeky, rounded heavy freckled and pimpled, oily face, with long, greasy copper red shoulder-length, messy center-parted wavy hair that stuck out in every possible conceivable wrong direction from his scalp, clearly from bad neglect, had quickly given Franz a total case of the willies.
Now, Franz stared at the teenager with zealous lust, and an overwhelmingly sexually arousing hungry attraction.
Travis was terrified from the extreme piggish streams of drool spilling down from the hideously yellowed lengthy fangs the Doberman puppy was growling and curling up its leathery jowls at him with. He knew what the canine's telltale signs of defensive positioning meant, 'back the hell away from me now, or I'll attack you,' from reading everything he'd found on the internet about attack dogs posturing, especially Doberman pinschers, and that its displayed mouthful of dripping fangs that looked somehow ... abnormally demonic-looking, contradicted the wagging stubby bones of its short-docked energetic swishing nub of a tail.
Mad King Wagner definitely wasn't right in the head, and Travis pressed himself against the wall as if he were attempting to plunge himself through it into the safety of the other side somehow.
"Let my Initiates see what you're wearing under those sweats, Travis," Jake said, delivering home the redhead's boy-size skate shoes, socks, sweatpants and boyishly kid's T-shirt he'd been wearing. "Lookie-look what Travis' got on under them tightie-whitie underpants he's wearin', boys! The kid's actually had to use his baby diapers so he ain't shittin' himself all day long. I'm real sorry, Franz, but seems he didn't shit in 'em, yet, so you and him can work that out yourself later on, if that's what a vampire bat-Doberman puppy likes to be snackin' on before you both gotta have sleepy beddie-bye-time together. We don't gotta keep his dry diaper unless you'd like me to save it for you to wear, Mr. Wagner! Do you wanna wear his diaper later on, Johann? No, Joey-boy?"
Travis cringed from the sudden loss of almost all his clothing, listening to the demon he'd thought might really be Mr. Wagner, as the demon looked at the blond-and-black-haired taller demon, calling him Mr. Wagner. Travis'd thought the taller Angel was an older version of Kurt, since he had Kurt's lighter blond hair and same hairstyle. And then it hit him even harder when he recalled that spiky darker blond-haired demon calling the Doberman puppy Franz! That must've meant the college age son Franz was ... was ... OH, NO GODDAMN WAY! Franz had been turned into their goddamn Doberman puppy demon? Where the hell was his almost friend Kurt, though? It couldn't be at all possible that Kurt had been turned into ... into ... that greasy, oily-looking Asian vampire bat, right?
"Oops! Guess I just let the 'puppy' outta the bag, Mad King Franz," Jake cackled excitedly. He waved his hand at Travis, removing the redhead's briefs and diaper, disintegrating them in Hell's high pit's ether. "Oh well, whatever! Now, boys, let's watch as Franz transforms his new fuck-mate! I'm sure Travis's gonna be as horny and excited about having brutally rough canine sex with you in his own Doberman form even more than you'll enjoy him when he's feeding from your canine blood, Franzie, or vomiting his meal's digested blood down your thirsty throat every night he switches his form like you, Franz, turning into his Initiate Incubus nocturnal Vampire bat form! Yup, even demon vampire bats remain communal with their own, feeding and sharing their gathered meals with their own roost who are hungry, weak, or even mated to them every day and night. And yeah, Travis, soon, you're gonna grow tall and muscular as one of them blond Wagner boys ... just like you were wishing for! Just like you were thinking about when you were staring over at their house and wished you could become just like ... well ... just like your excited new Doberman mate Franz! In fact, Travis, you and him should become twins, too! Then you can be an albino blond and have platinum white blond hair and white blond pubes just like him! Would you like me to do that for you two boys, too? Travis? Franz? Do you want him as your albino twin, Franz? Maybe give you two a one hour rest between changes so you can mate one another with an identical human body? Is that wagging stump of a tail YES, Franz? Hmm, I don't wanna watch two beefy jock stud twin brothers fuck, though, I forbid incest here! That's Beelzebub's territory! So, Travis, your brain won't change! You'll know you're Demon Incubus, a Vampire duplicate twin of Franz, his jock boy mate, and finally have the blond jock boy's same body you'd wanted so desperately, but you'll remain unrelated to your identical twin-brother. It's such an interesting challenge! A twin, but not brothers! AHA! I have the solution for you two lucky Initiate Incubus twin brothers! CLONES! Identical twins, yet a completely separate new entity! That's it, Travis! You'll be Franz's CLONE! Identical in every feature, and every cell in you will match Franz's, but your brain will remain completely intact! You'll get your wish! Isn't that something, Travis? You'll be his twin bruder, his twin brother, but you won't really be angering 'Bub, because it isn't incest, it'll sorta be like ... fucking yourself! Wahoo! It's settled then. Right, Travis? You like knowing what's coming for your new eternal DEMON life? Bet you can't wait to have the same big fat human boner as Franz's beefy uncut 10-incher sticking outta that same big hairy crop of white pubic hairs like his on your own beefy hairy cock jock crotch! At least when you're both in human form, am I right?"
"DEMON!" Travis screamed, hands shifting to cover up his dangling genitals after the demon's sick questions. He quickly turned his stare left and right, planning an escape route. Where the heck's the door, he shuddered, not finding anything that resembled a door frame, or even a door handle on any walls. SHIT! All the Wagner's were evil demons! "NO, DEMON, I wouldn't! Your kind can't do a single thing to any one of God's faithful and worthy believers, you ... you, Satan! I command you to stay back. Back! The powers of Christ compell-"
"Franz? MATE!" Jake interrupted, giving Franz the code word that gave Mad King Wagner free will to do whatever it needed to do before biting, raping, attacking, mounting, consuming, or even mating whatever it'd focused its eyes on and freely wanted. "Okay ... damnit boy! Mad King Wagner! MATE!"
Travis pulled his hands away from his crotch, exposing his nakedness boldly when the stupid Doberman puppy just pivoted its head sideways, staring at him stupidly like any dumb canine. Mistake number one! "Huh. See that, demon? It can't even touch me with the power of the Lord protecting me! I'm gonna leave now, Demon, and you're not gonna stop me!"
Licking at his feverishly drooling and uncontrollable sloppy black jowls, and at the long stringy ropes of spit splashing and stretching downward off his lengthy fangs, Franz realized his sexual promises and sex thoughts in Mad King Wagner's young canine brain had given him almost full control of the blatantly perverted canine sexual ideas and instincts of his Doberman-vampire bat fused brain. Even the bat-like intelligence and instincts he'd gained within his mind from that hellish vampire bat Incubus' feeding and fuck were in his human brain's control now. He'd been attempting to question his undeniable attraction to the freckled redhead geek, twisting his long Doberman snout from side to side to smell the distinctly different smells and odors it'd somehow differentiated and let into his highly sensitive nose and even mouth. He now tasted every scent with his larger snout and hot moist Doberman tongue that had even elongated a few more inches farther outwards since that vampire bat's bite, and the pimply redhead's unique and pungently stimulating odors were sending Franz's instincts out of control.
Strange as it seemed, Franz didn't even mind that the redhead kid looked only 13 or 14-years-old, younger than his three little brothers! Maybe that's why he felt like he needed to feed his sickly teen boy mate.
And until he looked upwards, smelling and spotting the appealing bright red pubes and awesome-looking teenage penis dangling loosely downwards like a delicious mouthwatering tasty 4-inch sausage, Franz had full control of himself. Then his thoughts were locked on sex, and he was trapped within an uncontrollable mindless animal-like sexually arousing frenzy and immediate lust to dominate and viciously mate boy-Travis with beastly instincts.
Travis was about to demand an exit get opened somehow when the Doberman leaped forwards and stood up on its hind legs, resting its pointed black claws onto both of his shoulders like a dad about to tell his son something very secret, or important. His bowels nearly let loose from the blinding fast speed and strength of the restricting press that the muscular Doberman used, forcing his back up against the wall behind him, and he tried looking down to see if the sudden moisture he'd suddenly felt running down his left leg was from the paralyzed accidents he'd been so accustomed to not even feeling with his lifelong paraplegic condition, from Spina bifida, his cured birth defect, or if it was from something else.
And glancing downwards between his bare abdomen and the Doberman's lengthy black and tan sleek canine abdomen, seeing its glossy red, and impossibly thick, impossibly large canine erection urinating dark honey-yellow urine onto his left leg, Travis screamed in the highest pitch, and highest volume, he could possibly manage.
Travis realized his second mistake: He screamed. The Doberman's drooling jowls and fangs clamped firmly around his open mouth, vomiting an extremely thick, hot acidic gushing flood of saliva and partially digested stomach fluids right down his screaming open throat. Before Travis could recover from the burnt metallic acid taste, he choked on the heated spray of liquids that jetted from his nostrils, instantly coughing, gagging, and helplessly forcing himself to take several swallows and gulping groans of the second slower transfer of that same metallic burnt flavor contained within the more watery fluids now drooling heavily down his throat.
He'd tried to push the Doberman's slick bony chest away from him, causing two successive things to happen within seconds apart from each other. The first thing Travis'd felt was the canine's fangs clamp down tighter around his mouth. Not enough to puncture its slick drooling fangs through both cheeks, or allow him to close his mouth to escape the Doberman's slobbering pleasant-tasting wet tongue from filling his mouth the way it had forced its length inside. And the second thing he'd felt was the Doberman's urine stream slowly spraying higher upwards on his leg, and then onto his crotch, and then his stomach, chest, neck, and then onto and over his shoulders, and slowly running down the middle of his back and his buttock's ass crack as the Doberman puppy's swelling penis was lifting rigidly upwards from its increasing arousal.
Holy shit! Travis thought as the hot stream continued soaking him. How much fucking piss can the demon dog have for fuck-sakes? And, oh dear Lord, the albino, the beefy platinum-white-haired 19-year-old college muscle jock, Franz Wagner, had actually been transformed into the Wagner family's 1-year-old Doberman Pinscher puppy somehow! And .... and ... that demon asked if he'd wished to get turned into Franz's CLONE, his TWIN brother! He already answered, though. He'd said 'NO he wouldn't!' Mistake three was listening to the demon, letting its words sink in. Now Travis was suddenly thinking he DID wish he could be Franz's clone! He wanted to be exactly like Franz! The jock was ... HOT! He was SEXY HOT! With his silky white hair and beefcake hunky 6'2-or-3-inch awesome jock muscled body and thick fat uncut 10-inch monster of a cock, he could look incredibly SEXY and HOT, too!
"owhh, oh awd oh," Travis mumbled, his struggle to say 'No, oh God, no' filling the demon Doberman mouth instead of actually speaking or being heard by anyone other than himself. He didn't want to be a ... a demon, too. But now he strangely wanted to be hunky as Franz, as his identical platinum-blond twin brother! And now Travis even wished that he could have Franz's same 10-inch uncut cock with cool foreskin once he was a beefy cock jock just like Franz wanted!
"Then it's settled, Travis," Jake said, and waved his hand. "You'll soon become what you just wished for, Trav', a hunky homosexual jock that looks just like him, gaining Franz's white blond-hair and sexual lust of bestiality and promiscuous homosexual sadism he's kept from his family, and was unaware of himself, until he had gone off to college. Oh, didn't you know, Travis? Why, Franz has been gay as me for as long as he can remember! I didn't have to change that about him at all! But I'm gonna give you his exact same homosexuality now, dear Trav', that way you two can at least share your lusty animal peculiarities with your unaltered brain when your merged demonic souls want to have the same rough gay sex Franz so blatantly found with his gay jock buds. But you'll still get to keep all your own memories, your own knowledge and thoughts, Travis! That won't change! You'll be a hot gay jock just like gay Franz, and when he wants sex, and I know he's gonna want sex several times, daily, you'll be simply along for the ride, completely aroused, even demonically enthralled by it, but unable to prevent his lust from controlling yours since you'll share his exact same arousal and sexual lusts! It's gonna be grand, Travis! You'll be craving his cock, and everything he does you'll love with equal pleasure, just like him! Why, it will make you a completely obedient clone to him, but inside, you'll know you're still the same geeky redhead, Travis Abernathy, converted and madly lusting for your jock mate and identical Initiate Incubus mate! Ah, but there'll be some unique differences, Travis. You'll turn into a Desmodus Vampire bat-boy each night, 1-hour after sunset, while Franz returns to human form at sunset. Come morning, at sunrise, he'll stay human for 1 additional hour as you are again reverted back into his same jock form, as his clone. Then you can both change into his Doberman form at 1-hour past the sun's rise, and ... presto, you're both horny male Doberman's! Both along for the ride of your eternal twin life, with all the same shared canine vampire bat's bloodlust and homosexual canine instincts, providing both of you with the most sex-crazed bestiality and human lust for one another's animalistic, demonical animal-demon-human frenzied sexual gay romps Franz could ever demand or imagine with you."
Back inside Jacob Mark Williams' bedroom, within the suburban family home that it had always appeared to be for the human inhabitants who bordered the peaked mountain and cavernous demonic cave to Hell it now was, indicator lights on the Chronivac 4.0 briefly flashed again, like it had multiple times prior, and then returned to it's dormant, sleep mode.
"Oh shit, he wouldn't, couldn't get away with this!" Travis thought, unable to even attempt answering since the Doberman's tongue was having a deep throat-fucking field day inside his tortured burning throat. The demonic canine's urine was still spraying onto him well over five-minutes into the drooling, continuing pissing torment! "Stop, Mad King Wagner, Travis thought, instantly correcting himself. "Franz? Please, Franz. It's enough! It reeks so much, Franz, I'll never get rid of the smell of it! It ... it reeks, Franz!"
Receiving the young redhead's thoughts about never getting rid of his mate's smell, Franz grew even more aroused and excited by the boy's willingness to be physically marked by his hot urine, remembering that was also one of Franz's 'chase-the-black-and-white-round-ball' pack mate's, no soccer teammate's favorite, too! And once he had 'heard' it was arousing for Travis, too, Franz released that impressively large and somewhat solidified stronger reeking paste to mark his mate's scent with his own vampire bat odor as well, just like how that Asian bat demon had squirted some of its waste scent onto his back and tail when it had drained his doggie Doberman blood.
Travis would've screamed if he'd been able to, but the Doberman's long tongue slid halfway down his throat when the bone hard muscle Franz'd pressed against his abdomen tensed up and it spurted an even hotter, thicker pasty fluid upwards, spraying it up across his hairless chest. The strong ammonia stench of it had practically burned his flesh! It'd burned inside his nostrils, though, giving Travis an inescapable whiff of the pasty hot ammonia liquid slime now sliding excruciatingly slowly downwards toward his groin. At least Franz had finally finished urinating on him, he thought, realizing his 'new operational legs' were getting tired, even starting to give out on him after he'd been standing on them and supporting both his and beefy jock Franz's Doberman weight for over 10-minutes. It may have been 10-minutes, or 30, but it'd felt like 10-hours to Travis' 'newly healed' legs, and his back slipped downwards along the wall a few inches, forcing his weakened bending knees slightly outwards.
And then Franz squirted another thick discharge up onto his abdomen, and Travis couldn't tell if it was canine urine, cum, or ... or, oh ... oh shit, NO! It was at that moment Travis' nightly internet searching and studies about everything he ever saw when staring out his parent's living room window revealed what the ammonia-smelling paste-like heated burning fluid was. Unless Franz's discharged cum smelled like ammonia, it had to be a demonic Desmodus bat's discharge of waste, its bat guano! Somehow, Franz was also part vampire bat, Travis guessed. It gruesomely confirmed what that spiky blond-haired demon'd said about him becoming Franz's mate and his identical twin, but part Desmodus vampire bat, and part Doberman Pinscher, too, turning into first one creature and then into another at sunset and sunrise!
That's utterly impossible and ... hideous, and unimaginable, Travis thought, cringing as that second slimy hot spurted splashing bat guano joined the first, sending both clumps of it more quickly down his stomach, spilling its burning warm paste into and onto his curly patch of pubic hairs. In just seconds, the corrosive bat guano's components acted just like a chemical depilatory, thinning and dissolving the proteins and keratin base of each one of Travis's 18-year-old curly red pubic hair's keratin structure, weakening and breaking even hair follicles down as the sliding brownish-white pasty sludge oozed lower, stripping his crotch bare, and completely hairless, making his adult aged hairy teenage crotch and upper and inner thighs as bald as a newborn baby's.
Travis'd felt the pasty sludge's slide over his groin, spilling down over his penis and scrotum with its burning hot itchy tingle, like it'd given him jock itch, he thought. He was, however, incorrect and utterly wrong, since he'd never 'felt' anything from the waist down. But Travis correctly thought that this is what it must feel like to have a bad case of jock itch. And that lead Travis to guess that he was already starting to turn into Franz Wagner's clone. But Travis guessed wrong. He was already marked to become Franz's mate, but not simply because he'd already been scent marked by the 19-year-old's own scent with Franz's mating liquids. It was something far deeper than just Franz's absorbed or ingested fluids, or losing all his pubic hair.
And Franz had never suffered from jock itch. However, prior to his changes this evening, Franz had, unlike his middle young brother Kurt, and his father, suffered from a more severe, but fortunately damage-free outcome of a highly drug-resistant and painful, unusual 6 to sometimes even 7-hour long intermittent troubling condition as frequently as his 2 young emo brothers, Heinrich and Deitrich's similar troubles. His dad Johann and his young brother Kurt rarely suffered like him, the eldest, and younger twin's severe, and far more frequently occurring shared conditions.
Recurrent ischemic priapism.
Travis's transformation into Franz's clone had only just begun to prepare his human body's prolonged changes. It would soon begin once Travis' human soul grew weaker, and blended its corrupted human essence into the blackened remains of Franz's human soul, fusing and possessing all of his humanity with Franz Wagner's exact inhumanity as their conjoined demon soul exchanged his light with blackness and returned their two altered halves of blackness within each Initiate Incubus as their twin essence re-possessed both with identical soul-blackened duplicates.
Jake smiled with delight, watching and hearing the 18-year-old long-haired redhead geek's gurgling swallows and
forced sadist tongue fucking as Mad King Franz's oral fixations enamored the young-looking teenager's resolve to keep breathing and drinking up everything the albino German's Doberman body transferred into him. Jake knew the blond jock's Initiate Incubus blackened soul now started trading pieces of itself with Travis Abernathy's human soul with each and every noisy gulping swallow the teen submitted to while Franz was feeding him. Normally, new Initiate Incubi will spend very little time switching and blending their soul with another life form, forcing an almost immediate switch within their conjoining human soul's replacement and permanent demonic fusion.
Franz was putting on quite a remarkable display of homosexually arousing domination and extended soul swapping intermingling though, both human energies being intimately blended, irrevocably, into his same homosexual lusts. But adding the demon energies two Initiate Incubi continually exchanged and traded between each other, one always stole, or shared, their mate's human intellect. Unfortunately, demons rarely shared anything, and never returned what they've stolen without their creator's order. From the look in Travis' wide brown-eyed expression, Franz's own soul trading exchange was supplying Travis with a lot more of Franz's sadistic inhuman soul than Travis was returning back into his fully aroused canine mate's.
Jake flicked his thumb, and thought, "Give him all your same homosexuality, Mad King Franz! He'll want all your lusts, and all your juices inside, too, puppy-boy, not just outside! Your knots will tie him on the same female muscle ring like your's, soon, but once you've knotted in him before then, it won't take long, boy. His pumping human blood's consumption will match and mirror your same bloodlusts rather quick, Franz, and with a little more prompting, you'd likely convince me to make it happen faster than a week long transformation for his 18-year-old body to turn into your 19-year-old clone. Come on, boy, do him for us far more quickly than a week, Franz, why Hells minions would rise by then and leave us demons waiting here like ... cattle for the slaughter."
Hearing Jake's 'thoughts' inside his head again as if spoken, Franz withdrew his thick canine tongue with a fast slobbering wet exit, shocked to 'hear' that his mate was almost as old as himself! At 19, Franz never considered or thought about a 13 or 14-year-old teenager as someone to enjoy sex with, until he'd smelled Travis. What his soul was doing now prepared to make Travis his identical blond mate and 19-year-old twin! Franz tried to recall the painful condition's weird name that he'd suffered from his entire life, priapism, he remembered, wagging his stump of a tail excitedly, recurrent ischemic priapism, and he now wished he could even pass that same affliction of the continuous painful arousal it gave him on to Travis Abernathy. Someone who had never experienced the same frequent full stiffness and lengthy 6-hour, and even 7-hour long rigidly stiff erections like he'd suffered, like the constant stiff canine boner he'd gained in his current Doberman form at Travis' sweet pubic hair's boyishly succelent rich human muskiness.
"Ahh ... that just reminded me, Franz," Jake thought, sharing the idea with the altered human consciousness now riding in Mad King Franz's canine head. "Your young brother Kurt now has an even more continuous form of your priapism in his horny new vampire's Desmodus bat form, Franz. I never expected all you sexy German Wagner boys ever suffered the demonic-induced erection condition that my Nether Agent Professor created back in the day when he was just one horny little demon's plaything! You'll be real happy to hear Kurt's enjoying that new permanent stiff erection he's stuck with in both his bat and human form, Franz! But, why, Puppy-boy, were you so surprised Travis wasn't a 13 or 14-year-old? Would you like me to change that about him, Franz, maybe change both of you into horny demon juveniles when you're in twin human forms? You'll both be 1-year-old Doberman puppies, so a few years younger than your emo brother's could make things rather ... interesting. Hmm, wishing you were both horny little 13-year-old's seems fair, Mad King Franz, but ... let's do it this way, and make it even more interesting, okay? Twice every other day you will revert to your 19-year-old jock human forms, and twice every other day you will revert to whatever you were built like in your 13-year-old horny teenage body so you can share and have sex as twins, the cute young human and his adorable clone twin brother! Were you adorable back then, Franz, a cute little teen bean sprout just beginning to blossom? Or were you that cruel schoolyard tough bully who was always picking on others smaller than you in your oversized and gangly adolescent growing body?"
Unable to fully process everything, or almost anything Jake was 'saying,' to him, Franz simply continued wagging his flexed clipped tail, twisting his snout side to side with each question or upturned pitch of Jake's thoughts streaming into his brain. He just wagged his small tail faster and more energetically whenever the planted words sounded like Jake was saying his complicated name ... Franz, Mad King Franz, Puppy-boy ... or when he'd used the name Travis. That'd certainly aroused him more, and Franz was struggling to listen to his master, yet his mind wasn't able to concentrate on the words long before his hard red doggie-boner leaked out another dripping mess of its slippery moisture.
Turning back toward his soon-to-be-mate, boy-Travis, angrily growling at the boy's hacking spitting splatters of the fluids he'd so happily drooled and shared into his mouth and throat for him, Franz lapped off the large ropy cables of it dangling from Travis' face, using a quick forceful thrust of his tongue to force the thick Doberman saliva back down boy-Travis' throat.
And the moment Franz bared his fangs at his mate, the boy's weight slipped from its precarious lean against the door. And with the sinking tangle of their slipping bodies, tucking forelegs behind Travis's shoulders, Franz's dripping moist sack compressed against his mate's hairless crotch upon their impact against the carpeted floor until Franz could pull his forelegs free as he repositioned and jockeyed his hind legs between his mate's upward splayed bent knees, effectively placing his loins in the dominating upper straddling stance Franz wanted.
The sudden offer and quick submission to Franz's dominant alpha position didn't escape Franz's canine instincts. Flexing his lower muscles, Franz attempted to stab the small fragrant opening his nostrils could sense and smell as though it was right beneath his dripping hard canine erection.
Grunting from the unexpected pain and tingling needle-like heat he felt as his lower back plopped down painfully against the base of the closed bedroom door--there's the FUCKING GOD-DAMN-DOOR, Travis' mind silently cursed to himself--Travis thought he'd instantly become paralyzed again. The hard smacking impact of Mad King Wagner, no, Franz Wagner's smooth canine scrotum's splash against his strangely softer, and hairless? feeling groin, proved to Travis he wasn't suddenly paralyzed by the impact. He'd felt the splashing moisture and slippery slick mess covering Franz's canine scrotum smack down firmly against his crotch, spraying its fluids across his bare thighs and crotch, and lower abdomen. Fortunately, Travis thought, I'm not paralyzed! I can still feeling everything down there! And then he felt Franz's erect canine penis's dripping wet slide upwards along his somehow bare and seemingly completely hairless crotch, feeling its flowing ejaculate spilling its slippery fluids onto bare flesh where the pointy hard tip of its unusually lengthy erection tried stabbing into his waist.
Watching Franz's failed attempts at mating, at the shiny dark red canine erection smearing spilled juices on the boy's groin instead of inside him to make him his mate, Jake wondered what both teens knew about canine mating. Unlike a true canine, Incubus and demon canines swelled and climaxed from erections similar to a human male, due
to the fact that every Incubus and demon canine, even vampirized canines, were previously, a human male. They'd still both gain, however, imperceptibly, the additional permanent canine penile bone, a baculum, along with the agonizingly painful and slow growth of the canine's locking knotted bulge, the spherical bulb or gland, a bulbus glandis, at the base of their canine and altered human penis, to lock and tie its mate much longer in each form so their blood-swelled mass had 'tied' and prevented any early withdrawal until both mate's muscles had relaxed enough to loose the swell after they finished mating.
NOTE:
I decided to keep this next single paragraph in, rather than omit it. 1st/Last words Capitalized.
Bit of a tangent, but opens the door for introduction/addition of a Succubus, (or a TG), and other hell-spawned beasties, including conjoinment and/or body part TF's if anyone wants to add any ideas of their own.
I'd love to read 'em!
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WITHOUT warning or motive, some Incubus canine demons mysteriously changed gender to became female, turning into an overly voluptuous and deceptively passionate canine Succubus bitch, hellbent on stealing, and tormenting any male canine rival's only mate, converting them into another canine Succubus bitch with her own same sex breeding organs they'd need to appease the feral canine demon she'd slave them to. Others, those too risky for scenting, or mating with the feral canine bottomdwellers, would be traded with male dire wolves or other dire canid demons who created the workers, or slave-serving multi-headed guardians and servants, like Cerberus. The last option a canine Succubi had would send the remaining captured canine Incubi troublemakers to the fathomless sulfur quarry outside Hell Trench. There, the canine Incubus could be conjoined with 2, 3, or even 4 separate human males who were soon mutating into the canine Incubus it was gruesomely fusing together in, sometimes maintaining its prior human appearance, and other times having its physical features changed into that of the Incubus' own appearance, or the appendage it was becoming a part of, either replacing or creating another to the canine or animal body it was conjoined with as their now demon-possessed soul was converted and forcibly mated to one of the Hell-spawned beastly creatures within their suffocating sulfur filled LAIRS.
"Well that ain't gonna work for them," Jake thought, chuckling as he noticed the slight incorrect angle Franz's red puppy dog penis was attempting to bone his young mate's ass with. "Kinda need my helping corrections there, Franzie-boy," Jake thought, and angled that slick red missile downward some for the next lunging dip Franz was about to perform.
Travis wheezed in angst as Franz's thickened red canine boner found his splayed anus, feeling that hot slippery hard pointy tip slide forcefully into his 18-year-old stretchy hole. How the ... fuck ... did it ... ohh good, God, no, Travis shivered as Franz began roughly pounding his hard slick doggie boner deep in his rectum, feeling the heated discharging canine cum pumping into him with each painful thrust. Within minutes, Travis was popping an erection, the first hard-on he'd ever felt, stiff and rigid as Franz's slimy boner, yet thrilled by that new pleasurable feeling his hardening length was supplying him. That's why the boy's at his high school were so ... hyped up and horny about their girlfriends or dates 'putting out' for them, fucking, blow-jobbing, masturbating it! Travis'd never felt anything this ... pleasurable in his own boring life! He knew he was approaching full orgasm, this, the very first orgasm in his 18-years of a paralyzed, feelingless, empty sex life! His mind was instantly thinking: 'fuck that wasted effort I've had begging, pleading, doing everything humanly imaginable to appease a selfish and mean savage Supreme Being, rarely swearing or cursing, never taking HIS "useless, filthy" name in vain. God! Jesus! What was I fucking praying to? A cruel deceiver of lies and tortured suffering! Of unanswered, unheard prayers and ... and immoral human and unjust judgements against HIS children? HE was Cruel! And Damnation? Eternal life with others who worshipped a perfect entity who cared nothing about human suffering or the hardships they suffered?' NO MORE, Travis praised his newly awakened soul, squirting cum, and then again, and then another and another hot ropy squirt of his own creamy white sperm up onto his bare chest with wondrous, blissful shared pleasures. Travis's own pleasure was the only thing important any longer, apart from his jock mate's lusts and greedy sexual enjoyment that Franz Wagner was clearly enjoying equally as much as he certainly was. If the increased heat and swelling girth of Franz's large, rapidly jackhammering boner was any indication of his satisfaction, Travis knew his mate's hungry lusts were being equally shared, and ... and sated.
"Go faster, Franz," Jake thought, relishing the human's soul eternal damnation and permanent sexual corruption. He'd even sensed Travis's soul blacken and release itself to an eternity of the true freedoms of Incubus demon pleasure. "Pound boy-Travis's tunnel deep now, Franz, and you'll give him that new truth and worthy acceptance of your eternal possession and shared intoxicating lust! You boys will never know separation or isolation from one another, your lives ever joined and made whole, complete, two halves of each other's blackened souls."
Staring upwards at the dripping, drooling slobber spilling onto his face and abdomen from the Doberman's canine jowls, its thin black lips drawn tight along the long snout's jawline, Travis watched the stringy ropes of drool dangling downward and slowly lengthening like melting winter icicles. The furious pounding he was taking from Franz Wagner's aroused mating was painfully erotic and stimulating to him, far more than anything he'd ever felt or imagined sex would feel like. The totality of it thrilled and frightened him. Yet, he knew his human self, his self conscious awareness, shouldn't be surrendering to this ravenous stimulation from an animal, a demonic beast with the human soul of Franz Adolph Wagner, his mate, inside the lithe, sleek muscular Doberman physique that was now his connection and partner to their now identical immortal souls.
And 18-year-old Travis Abernathy was enjoying every sensation this was giving him, as much if not more than even Jake was enjoying feeling Travis's submission and willing surrender to the dominant albino male jock footballer, the college soccer-player the boy was becoming closer to than Franz's own blood related brothers, or father, or anyone the albino muscular jock ever knew or would encounter throughout their now twin bound eternal existence.
Slamming his steadily squirting hardness back and forth as forcefully and rapidly as the painfully tight tunnel and awkward position that the younger boy, his mate's own body beneath him allowed, forcing the stiffened pointy head of his hard spike to gradually loosen and stretch the resisting muscles found deeply within, Franz felt the restricting walls of whatever it was preventing his further entry inside to finally begin weakening. As the wet heated interior's tight squeezing ring relaxed, Franz's smooth canine shaft slid slightly deeper inside his mate with his next stabbing lunge. Quickly withdrawing his length just enough to slam his pointed hot tip back inside even harder, Franz drove the bumpy band of swelling knots near the base of his canine boner past the snug barrier as thick canine fluids blasted out of him with a forceful squirting discharge. Pulling his shaft back to repeat the motion, Franz's canine boner withdrew barely an inch as the ring firmly tightened around his length, sending an immediate spurt and several stronger blasts of canine juice spewing from his constricted doggie erection into boy-Travis' adapting inner sanctum.
Smelling the intoxicating aroma of male blood as he lowered his muzzle towards the delicious human blood's odor, Franz pivoted his snout slightly sideways, his jaws yawning wide apart, stretching cables of his saliva from the tips of his drooling upper fangs to the pale yellowed bottom fangs. At the same instant, his teen mate beneath him opened his own mouth to the drooling strings pouring heavily downward from Franz's upward curling jowls and now parted mouth, tasting franz's spit as Franz lunged his snout forwards and down, plunging his fangs into the warm human flesh at the front of Travis Abernathy's upturned throat.
With a powerfully strong suck, Franz feasted on the squirting jets of delicious rich human blood throbbing down his Doberman throat as his mate's fuck tunnel tightened even more around his shaft's enlarged swollen fat knots, tying his pumping stiff canine penis deeply inside his gurgling and moaning sweet-smelling mate.
After twenty minutes of continuous sucking, slurping, lapping and licking at Travis' damaged neck, drooling his healing saliva onto and into every ruptured artery and vein his bloody feast had shredded and torn apart, Franz
knew the watery sperm that was forced out of his tightly stretched oversize velvety sack and pumping through his sensitive canine balls would rapidly spread his vampire bat seeds throughout his gay mate's human body. Pulling his drooling snout and fangs away from boy-Travis' flesh, licking and cleaning up the slow trickle of blood that seeped out of his mate's nostrils, mouth and instantly healing bite wounds, Franz's bloated bowels let loose and released another powerful steady marking odor stream of fluid within his mate's slowly altering, but still human internals and organs as he tried to withdraw his spike, its massive 8-inch tapered canine dark red blood-infused stiff length.
Travis, dark brown eyes rolled half upward in their sockets in near-death blissful euphoria, half conscious from the severe blood loss inflicted from those fang-nicked, and now healed carotid artery and external jugular vein,
shuddered to full conscious awareness from the rapidly healing feasting damage his blood-bound jock mate's lusts had affectionately, and generously supplied him. He could do almost nothing to assist his mate's trapped cock's swollen bulge he felt every slick hard inch of as Franz began violently pulling and maneuvering all four muscular canine legs into awkward positions beside his splayed legs and torso, even attempting and failing to turn himself completely around, ass-to-ass, before Franz gave up and began retreating, sliding both of them, their still deep knotted and tied Doberman lust-driven union, backward to the flat bedding Franz'd woken up from four-and-a-half hours previously. Then Travis saw his own bare, hairless groin, and its flesh, as red-freckled and red-dappled as his face, shoulders, arms and legs, and giggled, believing he was beginning to see the end results of his own nearly painless and complete metamorphoses into Franz's identical twin brother.
Except for the burning pressure still raging inside him from Franz's huge boner's flexing hard swells before it resumed pumping more cum into his guts, Travis no longer sensed the initial fire or friction he'd felt earlier when his mate was brutally pounding away against his hairless crotch, roughly slamming his canine's weight down and tirelessly smacking their bodies together. Franz had briefly paused, his spiked, short silky and soft pubic hairs? fur? pressed moistly against Travis' drenched flesh, their warm belly-to-belly and chest-to-chest sojourn interrupted only by an occassional quick tug, another release of more spurting fluids, or the sweeping laps from Franz's long slippery canine tongue against his face, head, neck and shoulders as he was dragged closer to the jock's inviting unzipped sleeping bag.
Tied from the constricted vagina-like female muscle Jake'd previously added inside Franz's male rectum, its own shared duplicate now tightened within Travis' identical upper rectum, Jake realized that Franz couldn't withdraw his deeply impaled stiffened canine penis from his mate's rectum for possibly 10, or 12 more hours.
Unless Jake intervened.
But 12-hours to wait for Franz's erection to subside enough to be pulled out its deeply tied and trapped mating condition wasn't something Jake was willing to wait for. He thought, I'll intervene, again, this one last time, and was about ready his idea when another thought suddenly surfaced. That human machine that'd initiated all of this demon Incubus pleasure and power he'd just recently gained, the Chronivac 4.0 computer device still turned on and powering who knew what form of trouble by now, back inside his own bedroom lair.
That Chronivac 4.0 computer device might even be useful to help free Franz's stiffly imbedded canine boner!
Travis shivered from an electrifying pleasurable excitement coursing through him, trying to use both his arms and hands to help his mate slip out and pull their tied bodies onto the bedding Franz'd finally pulled them across.
As Franz attempted to twist himself around ass-to-ass again still deeply imbedded inside his mate, unexpectedly, Franz's swollen canine erection slid out of Travis' ass along with a negligible amount of the fluids and juices that were almost done dispersing through the redhead's internals and every cell within his altering body.
Almost instantly, Franz stood up and dropped to his haunches, spinning his upper body and snout into his crotch and began promptly lapping and slurping his still painfully hard canine boner, bathing and licking up the tasty salted fluids coating his sore red penis and the short black and tan canine fur, grooming his soaked flesh.
Finally there, Travis felt his physical transformation really begin, starting as a tingling sensation in all of his toes and both feet, and then excruciatingly painful snaps and a lengthening of bones as he gained seven full shoe sizes to match Franz Wagner's larger size 14's. His leg bones elongated and grew thicker as beefier calves and Achilles muscles lengthened and formed perfectly duplicated shanks of Franz's 6'3" athletic musculature, an instant change in Travis's flesh tone evident as skin was stretched and cleansed into the same light complexion and melanin-absent pigmentation of his jock mate's palid white skin's albino coloring. Franz was an absolutely incredibly handsome-looking German albino, with icy blue eyes and unblemished, white as moon porcelain flesh as glazed as fine bone-white china. His white blond hair was like fine silk spun by a spider, soft and light like the airy treasure of translucent quartz crystals or frosted glass. Travis had never really done much to change or improve his own appearance, rarely taking baths because it was such a tedious, embarrassing act to get bathed with his doting mom and sickly dad standing there, treating him like a young toddler from his inability to fully clean himself, unattended. And Travis felt he didn't really have cause to wash every part of himself, or every unreachable inch except what was enough to attend school, his final year of high school. Guys avoided him with only a few nerd or geek exceptions, though even they never called or visited him. Girls never phoned unless it was for stealing an answer to the 'too boring' or 'tough' homework assignment. He hadn't considered having sex with a girl, or even a guy, because it was never meant to be no matter how many prayers he said, or how often it was asked: 'did you meet a girl today?' and 'if you called on them, maybe they would come and visit.' None ever visited. And it didn't really matter how many texts he'd sent, their replies had always scrolled the same: Do I know you?' or 'huh? Aren't you that weird smelly cripple?' And the worst one's, simply: 'STOP!'
Then he was sent to Franz, and they were having sex. The best and only sex Travis had ever had his whole life!
True, it was sex with another male, a homosexual currently in his pet's own canine body, yet, it had changed ... everything, into how and why and where ... and what he was meant to be. But he knew that within this Doberman Pincher's muscular and lean sleek body, the hunky blond-haired German teen, Franz Wagner was really inside!
And he could even 'hear' Franz, his thoughts, his lusts, in 'words' as though directly said to him about things Franz was imagining or 'felt' for him, his deep shared feelings, with sexual passion and promise never to leave or abandon him ... never to be alone or apart. They were now inseparable, and Travis now felt totally connected with him, and Travis loved Franz Adolph Wagner as much as Franz felt equally connected and loved him!
They'd share their eternally bound bond as though they were brothers, twins, yet not. Passionate mates, lovers, two nearly identical demons, vampire Initiate Incubi who would even get to share everything they became.
Travis watched the china white skin tone climbing up his growing legs to his knees, as now they too snapped and cracked with altering reforming bones, breaking and modifying them into the exact duplicates of Franz's bigger and much sturdier knees. As his left thigh bones elongated, he cried out in pain, screaming again as the right thigh grew just like the left, becoming thicker and wider, its countless muscles, ligaments, tendons, veins and arteries altering and modifying each of his legs as they became duplicates of Franz's powerfully muscled soccer jock-size legs. Fine white hairs were sprouting from his pale porcelain colored skin as Travis watched the red freckles around his crotch suddenly fading, disappearing a second before his new albino white flesh was changed into an identical match with Franz's same skin from his thighs down to his toes.
Travis saw the sheen of red hairs on both upper legs disappear completely as short and nearly translucent white hair replaced the red hair as bone white china colored flesh was climbing higher, his thighs expanding massively as more developing muscle mass grew throughout his thighs, sculpting the new larger and longer powerfully built muscular lower body of Franz Wagner's beefy size on him, Franz's twin, and clone.
Turning his head, Travis saw both of his hands, each finger growing longer, but thinner, lighter and whiter as the numerous bones in his hands snapped and cracked, stretching with painful cricks and crunches from the rapid changes happening along the length of his arms within their longer and more muscular skeletal structure.
Glancing back to his legs, Travis' larger thighs were far more muscular, made into the perfect balanced runner's lengthy appendages that formed a much more athletic soccer player's taller, beefier physique.
His pelvis cracked with an excruciating expansion as Franz's skeleton enlarged his own short small stature, the pelvic bone actually pulling his cock and balls inward before each were suddenly repositioned inside the larger bones as even his scrotum expanded with larger inflated testicles inside its hairless sack. White blond hairs suddenly dusted the larger sack in a fine, silky white sheen as it drooped lower and grew even larger, dangling down further between both muscled thighs as his cock stiffened from the larger mushroom head being formed fatter and much longer. The fine white silky blond hairs sprouting out his bare crotch had formed a tiny nest of white fuzz, then grew fuller as additional pubic hairs were expanding outward and downwards in the expanding growth of the same white pubes at Franz Wagner's groin. Even the smells in them had recreated a strong musky odor, giving Travis' white pubic hair the German's musky scent. Travis' stiff erection swelled from the noticeably different smell his pubes now gave off, unable to turn his stare away as his enlarging cock's thickening fat girth and its mushroom head continued to grow wider and lengthen as it lifted upwards off the white pubic hairs and began to rapidly lengthen the entire shaft several inches longer. Travis felt new foreskin begin to form around the base of his enlarging shaft, too, staring down as the paler flesh enveloped its lower inches, and then slide upwards along the fat pole as his waist expanded with a slightly bonier, slightly more rounded effect onto both hips as his growing pelvic bones formed the larger pelvic girdle that supported Franz's much longer and larger penis and far heavier balls and scrotum. Groaning, unable to prevent his cock's swelling, Travis ejaculated, pumping two lengthy slimy fat ropes of his sperm between the large thighs that had now formed the duplicates of 19-year-old Franz's legs and silken coated muscular white thighs. As cum streamed down his thigh, Travis saw his enlarged boner stick out from that white pubic hair now densely filling his groin in silk white cotton, as foreskin rose upwards on his shaft, nearly encasing its entire 8-inch thick length with its flesh, leaving only the mushroom's tip visible from the folds of flesh encircling the still enlarging shaft as it finally reached its full 10-inch long uncut length, becoming Franz's exact clone created painfully swollen erection.
The changes happening across his abdomen appeared to take far less time as the ivory white albino flesh flowing up his stomach and chest tightened from the muscles forming just beneath his skin, the deep grooved 8-pack he'd watched form on his stomach not quite finished before his abdomen's length stretched the flexing muscles into an almost 10-pack before thickening or altering back into the amazing 8-pack of hard muscles. The thin slick glaze that shined his enlarging pectoral muscles had barely reduced that wet shiny look of them as the faint layer of white hair barely dusted the albino white flesh with just a faint trace of chest hair, but the bulged expansion of each developing pectoral formed a nicely defined trench between the muscular rounded muscles, peaked with an almost invisible dull pinkish little knob at his two distinct strange pale pinkish-colored nipples.
From his position on the sleeping bag, Travis didn't see the white flesh continue up along his throat and face, or notice his heavily freckled round face loose its red-tinted color and every freckle, pimples and zits fading and then completely disappearing with Franz's near doll-like porcelain white complexion. Travis certainly felt those deeply altering facial feature changes, however, crying out and shrieking from the blinding painful cracks and crunches of reshaping bones from the slight elongation and restructuring of his skull's length and shape as its internally changing bone readjusted his nostils, ears, eye sockets, forehead, and jaw with the loudest crack or snap he'd heard yet. As his upper and lower jaw crunched, teeth realigning and reshaping into that brilliant white gleen of Franz's same perfectly aligned teeth, his tongue thinned and duplicated Franz's same tongue while his changing features gained every one of Franz's same features. From Franz's pores, unshaved white sideburns, an unusual faint white stripe in the center of his chin where a failing attempt to grow facial hair remained, to the same thick snow-white eyebrows along with those unusually lengthy white eyelashes, Travis's appearance was that exact same twin duplicate of Franz Wagner's, every genetic cell and physical detail created as he'd turned into Franz's identical clone twin.
Travis' new icy blue eyes did however see the white blond hairs drooping downwards over his forehead in a severe different form than his previously messy, dirty red hairs had curled downward and into both eyes. Now the silky texture from each lengthy white strand was styled neatly and cut precisely to sweep downwards and lay across his forehead's sloped shape where its soft silky curve was swept over only his right eye, and over his arched pointy German nose with an exacting long sweeping sway back and forth over it with each motion from his head, revealing the oddly remnant leftovers of a shaved left side undercut, a shorter right clipped fade, and a previous longer teenage emo styled cut not completely grown out yet.
Depite its near translucent white blond color, the look and feel of his new blond hair was arousing, and Travis' stiffened erection gave an immediate response as he rubbed his hands along its length, swelling painfully harder and growing so erect, so quick, Travis thought he was about to cum at any moment.
It would be several more long hours before Travis fully understood Franz's recurring painful erections.
For now though, Travis was in an erotic state of complete bliss, experiencing his massive 10-inch uncut hard-on with his amazingly muscular blond German jock physique.
And with his own prior memories, intelligence, thoughts, and previous identity completely preserved inside his brain, Travis shivered from the uncontrollable sexually arousing cravings and lusts he'd sensed in every little speck of his being, realizing he also had Franz's own internal sexually arousing cravings and same lusts inside
himself as well, unable to control any one of either his own lusts or Franz's lusts, increasing his own arousal even more as both his own desire and Franz's cravings supplied a doubled forceful urging to srroke himself much faster and even harder than needed.
This's like so awesome cool, Travis thought, squirting jets of thick cum as his cock swelled painfully harder.
Jake giggled at the once redhead's eager thrill of masturbating.
Franz's recurrent ischemic priapism wasn't 'healed' despite his transformation, in fact, Jake's demonic Incubus soul hadn't accounted for the albino's pre-existing conditions or priapism once he'd formulated the idea to make Franz's boners last even longer, increasing the hardened full blown erections he'd normally have to be doubled. That meant Franz and Travis would both enjoy the same 12 to 14-hour long intermittent, painfully swollen canine, vampire bat, or duplicate human erections without having any human damage, or sometimes even fatal internal and external human body effects suffered due to the long, long ago Incubus demon-inspired painful condition.
Incubi, and all the Intiate Incubi they created, experienced a form of priapism in varying degrees and extended durations. Pain, although frequently received in the caves they made their dark lairs inside, was an appealing, almost luxurious torment and torture every demon Incubi savored as eagerly and often as they delivered it to the captured or possessed human soul they encountered with every conceivable sexually arousing act of endless pain and erotically stimulating sexual pleasure imaginable.
But Incubi also healed rapidly, some often immediately from any wounds received with supernatural abilities to alter their pain into pleasure merely by thinking it and wishing it onto the attacker or human male target they noticed or simply stared at. And an Incubus relished sexually created pain far more than other demons.
It's what they were bred for, and thrived on. Eternally feeding from the very tortured human soul they drained and consumed, or converted and turned into equally hungry soul-sucking mates for their own sexual gratification or humiliating possession of the corrupt human soul they controlled. Some of those unfortunate human souls they possessed or discarded were little more than pets or pawns for other demons and Incubi who mated them to lesser beasts and hell spawn creatures with inanimate function, like the vast teeming blood lakes or bony cobbled roads or muscle and fibrous tendon boats or beast-drawn muscled carriages they'd take to cross or traverse them.
Jake had a choice: go back to his lair, his bedroom, retrieve the computer and its USB-connected Chronivac 4.0 device, think a keystroke or ten to quickly speed up Travis' second transformation, and possibly deliver all of them back into his bedroom lair, or he could simply think the computer and its Chronivac device in here with him or ... no, he could make it portable, turning it into a watch, or pendant, a ring, or an item of clothing, or a cock ring or a piercing in a nostril, eyebrow, or ear, or a snake bite in his lip, or barbell in his tongue, or maybe a large sized butt plug!
Better yet, he could simply think it here, right now.
But when he thought it, nothing happened. The Chronivac 4.0 didn't appear, nor did his computer.
Thinking himself back home, Jake discovered ...