Chapter 1: Playing with Fire

At the queue for the butcher, Jake looked around. He had no reason to feel nervous, considering that the only people in the shop apart from him were a lone stay-at-home mother and a couple of retired men, one of which was arguing with the boy at the counter about something that Jake couldn't understand. Yet, he was, even if it didn't make sense.
After all, it wasn't like the people there could gather his intentions.

He hoped that he could finally find what he was looking for. The supermarkets didn't have it, and there were not that many butcheries left in the neighborhood.

It took another twenty minutes, that to the college freshman felt more like ten hours, until he finally heard the butcher's call.

“Number 23!"

His number. Jake rushed towards the counter, looking at the boy behind it, who seemed in his mid-twenties, only a few years older than him.

“Good morning," he said. “Do you happen to have a fresh goat heart and liver?"

The butcher raised his eyes. First the old man, and now this weird, skinny boy, he thought.

“It's for a typical Arabian dish," the boy added.

'We might,' he said. 'I'll check back in the freezer.'

The butcher returned shortly thereafter, a handful of innards in his hands. As he carefully wrapped what Jake had requested, he turned to him with a bored expression. “Anything else?"

As Jake got home, he put the shopping bag on the counter, quickly putting the groceries on the table and fridge, before he giddily walked towards his room.

“Finally," he said, closing the door behind him “I've got everything I need."

Before him, drawn in chalk on the floor of his bedroom, was a large pentagram, roughly five feet by five feet, surrounded by a ring of white candles.

He looked at the symbols in the ring that encircled the five-pointed star. He had tried to replicate the signs depicted in the book as closely as he could, but he wasn't sure.

He took the copy of Anthology of the American Esotericism and Occult practices that he had borrowed from the local college library, flipping it to the page on ritual circles that had caught his interest a few weeks ago. “Mmmh, it looks alright, as far as I can tell."

It was as if fate itself had set this up, he thought. He had always been interested in the occult, and he would have chosen Anthropology at his university only to follow Professor Reynard's “History of Mysticism" course.

Therefore, when he heard that one of the books that he suggested for his course was available at the library, he had immediately taken it.

Of course, at the time he had no idea that the book would contain the full instructions for a ritual of demonic summoning.

It had taken him almost a month to prepare the ritual. The candles and chalk had been easy, and he had gotten the help of an acquaintance who was studying Geology to get the powder of basaltic rock, but the live goat had been practically impossible to find. Moreover, he had to bring it here and slaughter it without his parent's noticing.

 In the end, he resorted to pork's blood and to get the heart and liver of a freshly killed goat, which the book deemed as “a widespread alternative in periods of famine."

Tossing his backpack on the bed, he opened it, retrieving the heart and liver from it. Feeling the blood on his hands as he unwrapped the veiny organ grossed him out, but he couldn't stop, not now.

He was so close to obtaining what he desired. Just a few minutes, it would need only a few minutes, and all his wishes would be fulfilled.

He opened the fridge, retrieving a bottle of beer filled with a thick, dark red liquid.

He heated it a little with his lighter, seeing the liquid flowing and sloshing around inside the bottle.

“So, recapping," he said to no one in particular, “Put the heart of the goat at the center of the star, on top of a bed of basalt powder: check," he added, reciting the instructions as he was executing them.
“Chop the liver in 7 pieces, and put it around the heart: check," he stated, cutting the organ.

“Light the candles: check," he said, turning his lighter on.

“Pour two-thirds of the blood over the heart and the pieces of liver, and another third all around the circle: check." He sprinkled the red liquid all around, careful not to hit his hoodie or his shoes, and not to step inside the circle.

A strange smell started to diffuse in the air, a smell of smoke and sulfur, with a slight hint of burned flesh.

His eyes lit up. It was working. Only the last step remained.

He grabbed the knife, struggling to keep a steady grip on the blade with his sweaty palms.

“Wolehia Atzhaloth!" he said, stabbing the heart at the center of the circle with a swift motion “I summon thee, abyssal creature. Come here, your master calls you!"

Immediately, he watched as the heart started blackening and withering away, shrinking with a sizzling sound until it disappeared, followed shortly thereafter by the pieces of liver, the hint of burned flesh fading away.

He looked around.

“Aww man. It didn't work." He said, disappointed. “What the hell went w-"
Before he could finish, he felt a huge gust of hot wind emanating, strong enough to push him against the bed and knock the air out of his lungs. As he recoiled, he watched as the cinders that were once the goat's organs started to emit copious amounts of smoke, while the smell of brimstone intensified, filling the air.

His eyes widened as he saw the smoke assuming a humanoid shape, resembling a very tall, broad-shouldered humanoid monster.

He stared at the figure coalescing, in absolute anticipation of the final form.

He couldn't help but sweat as two blood-red eyes appeared at the center of the humanoid's face, staring at him intently, seemingly peering into his very soul.

He stood there, flabbergasted, completely unable to move or speak as the smoke-clad figure started to grow, surpassing the doorframe's height in mere seconds, towering over him like a veritable colossus.

Until a loud thud was heard, directly under the ceiling.

“Yowch," said a feminine voice, “I always forget how tiny your mortal houses are."

He watched in complete disbelief as with a huge whoosh, the smoke dispersed, revealing the figure behind.

Before him, filling a third of his room, was the huge form of a humanoid creature. The proportions of the giant, who would have easily towered over any past or present NBA players as if they were a bunch of eight years old, were undeniably feminine, with shapely and toned thighs ending in a relatively thin waist, that slowly curved into a broad, muscular chest, on which two massive breasts sat, firm and perky, openly defying gravity in how they proudly jutted out.

Jake was sure that, excluding her staggering height, a girl of such proportions could easily star in one of the porn videos he spent a lot of his free time watching, except for one small detail: the girl was covered from head to toe in a thick dark grey- almost black - fur, including her prodigious bosom and her tapered, canine-like muzzle.

His jaw fell to the floor as he stared at the enormous creature in front of him, who was massaging her mane of long black hair with a clawed hand, her head craned down horizontally to look at him, her shoulders only a few inches from the 9 feet tall ceiling.

“What in the name of Hell are you staring at?" yelled the canine.

He shook his head, trying to understand if it was a dream.

“You-you are real."

“Of course I am," said the giantess, looking around as her large, fluffy tail swished behind her back, “You did summon me, didn't you? What did you expect?"

“Oh… right," he said. “It's just that I didn't expect a… hellhound."

As he finished his sentence, he fell to the floor as a violent earthquake shook his house.

“A HELLHOUND?" shouted the canine giantess, “HOW DARE YOU CONFUSE DAHEERA, DAUGHTER OF CERBERUS, WITH A MERE HELLHOUND! I SHOULD EAT YOUR NEIGHBORHOOD IN A SINGLE BITE FOR YOUR INSOLENCE!"

He dropped to his knees, trembling as he prostrated himself before the furred girl, as furniture started toppling.

“Please spare me, Mighty Daheera."  he pleaded, terrified in his bones, “I implore you, do not eat me, I will not disrespect you again. I am but your humble servant."

The glow in her eyes slowly subsided as the walls stopped shaking.
“Wery well," said Daheera, “You're lucky I'm in a good mood, mortal. I will hold you to your word."

He froze as he felt a huge, clawed hand on his hair. Her subsequent “pat-pat" did little to reassure him.

“Say...don't you happen to have a bigger room where we could speak?" she asked, dropping to her knees. “This is very uncomfortable."

“Well…we could go to the garden, in the back….Wait no!" he said, trying in vain to reframe his proposition.

“Very good, garden it is." she stated, rising up and beginning to walk downstairs, her broad shoulders smashing right through the piece of wall that stood above the doorframe as she exited his room, breaking it into hundreds of pieces.

“Shit… no!" he protested, “My parents will kill me."

She turned around lazily, “Oh, that small structural issue?" she asked, as she walked out of the backdoor, snapping the fingers of her left hand.

His mouth went agape as he saw the wall starting to fix itself as if she had never broken it.
“Easy," said Daheera, rising on her tiptoes as she stretched, enjoying the freedom of not being constrained anymore.

As he walked to the garden, he looked around, sure that the noise of a wall smashing had attracted someone's attention, “C-could you p-please try to…maybe hide a bit?  What if anyone sees you." he said, turning left and right.

“That's not an issue," she explained, “I'm completely invisible to anyone who I don't want to show myself to. How do you think we managed to keep making deals with mortals even when people actively hunted summoners like you?"

He looked to the ground as if to process what she was saying “Oh, that's nice," he convened. “But, if I may, can't you shrink down a bit? I thought that most demons could." He observed.

“Ah, so you have done some research," she said “But not fully. As a high-rank Lady of Hell, I'll let you know that this is only a fraction of my real size. In my true form, I could likely crush your city under a single one of my paws.

He paled “We... well, let's not do that for the moment, okay?"

“It could be fun though," she said “Imagine, thousands upon thousands of people killed in a single step. Tens of thousands of souls harvested in one fell swoop." She added, dreamingly.

Jake was sweating profusely.

“M-maybe we s-s-should change t-topic."

“Relax, mortal. I can't do that." She said, in a slightly annoyed tone, crossing her arms.

His curiosity piqued “Can't? Why not?"

She fried him with a glance. “That's none of your business." She stated, her voice laced with fire.

He paled again. “N-name's J-Jake by the w-way."
“A pleasure," she said, absentmindedly, not even looking at him.

“S-so," he started, still a bit on edge “G-given that I completed the ritual as intended, You s-should be bound at my service for a week, r-right?"

She turned, giving a quick glance to the scrawny midget before her, a fiery glint appearing in her crimson eyes for an instant before it quickly subsided,

“I suppose that's true." Said Daheera, sighing, “So, what do you want? Money, power, strength?" she asked, a somewhat bored expression on her canine face.

“Well…, not e-exactly, nothing like that," he said, looking away from her.

“What then? Speak!" she stated.

He remained silent, avoiding her gaze.

“Have you called me on this world just to waste my time?" the hellhound asked, baring her teeth, “Speak up, before I pull the words off of you myself!"

He reprised his sweating. “O-okay, okay! No r-reason to get a-angry!" he said, putting his hands up.

He inhaled deeply. “I want you to help me get a girlfriend before the Midterm party."

The hellhound looked at him, tilting her head slightly “Seriously? You went all of this trouble for that?"

“Y-yeah…" he said. He sighed, looking at the floor “It's just…I've watched everyone in the last year of high school get with someone, while I remained a virgin. I even went to prom alone, after the acquaintance I was going with got ill. I promised myself that things would change when I started college, but 5 months later, here I am, still alone. I've tried apps, speed dating, small talks, even joining a dance class, but nothing seems to work. Now the freshman's Midterm party is tomorrow, and I don't have any options left….and I don't really want my old class mates to see me by myself again."

He turned towards her.
“So yeah, t-that's what I want."

Daheera looked at him with a slight smile. He was so adorably pathetic.

Still, what he was asking was well within the scope of her powers, except for a small detail.

“Well, you should be more precise on the how I think," she said “I suppose that if you really care about showing off, you wouldn't settle for any girl. And transforming this," she stated, pointing at his form, “Into something that an above average-looking girl would want to date would certainly require more than one day."

“Right, thanks." He said, taking the hit. “So how you intend to go at it? Hypnotize/trick a girl into liking me?"

A genuine smile crept on her lips. Maybe there was something more to this skinny kid than what she had initially thought.

“I like the way you think, mortal," she admitted. “But…unfortunately, that's not really an option at the moment…interfering so heavily with free will is something that has some long-term consequences, and that would ruffle a lot of feathers."

Something that I'm not really in the position to do right now, she thought.

He fell on the grass, dejected.

“That's not fair," he began, “I took so long to prepare the ritual, to gather all that stuff, and you're saying it was all for nothing?" he stated, looking up at the hellhound.
He turned to the ground, his hand slowly curling up into a fist, that he smacked on the grass angrily.

“That's bullshit!" he cried, “Fuck my life!" he added, tears beginning to well into his eyes.

She looked down at him, his head between his hair, tears starting to roll down his cheeks, feeling something building up in her, something that felt almost like…compassion? Kindness? Sure, like Father used to say, hellhounds were not the creatures of pure wickedness and evil that other demons were, but she hadn't felt something like that for centuries, that much was sure.

Fuck it, she thought. It was only one evening, after all.

“Fret not, my boy, whatever your name is. Because I can still help you!"

He looked up at her, his eyes red “R-really?" He asked, gulping.

“Of course. Your date is right before you."

His eyes widened.

“Wha-what?" he asked, in utter disbelief.

“I'm saying that I will be your girl for tomorrow's event," she said.

“You? Why? How?" he asked, standing up.

“Why not? I haven't enjoyed a mortal's party in a while, it could be fun!" she said.

“B-but are you sure?" he asked, still bewildered by her decision, looking up and down at her, “And d-don't mind me saying this, you're absolutely breathtaking, b-but…your appearance is  a tad unusual, let's say."

She bent down, smiling broadly, “Hello? Is there anyone up here?" she asked, lightly knocking on his forehead. “Do you think I don't know that? I can change my shape at will, I thought you were aware of that. What do you think of this?" she said, snapping her fingers, a cloud of black and red smoke appearing around her, making Jake cough loudly, forcing him to step back.

When the smoke cleared, he gasped as he saw that the giant humanoid wolf that had stood there since a second before had now been replaced by a statuesque, tanned black-haired girl clad in a form-fitting short dress.

“So? Does this work?" said the girl, with Daheera's voice, pushing a singular dark red lock of hair, the same color as her dress, out of her face, taking a step towards him, her dark brown eyes staring at him intently.

As he moved closer to him, he found himself having to crane his neck up to look at the girl's face, seeing how she stood almost a foot taller than his 5'8 form even if she was barefoot.

“Woah," he said, “you l-look…wow!"

“Glad you like it," she said, smiling. “So, it's settled then?"

“W-wait," he said, “Isn't your height…ehrm…"

“Oh," she exclaimed, glancing down “You're right, almost forgot," she said, snapping her fingers.

He immediately saw her shoot up a few inches upward, his head barely reaching the middle of her chest.

“These were missing," she said, pointing at her matching stilettos, which put her squarely into the 7-foot category.

“Right…uhm…don't you think that you're a bit too tall?" he asked.

“Tall? I'm much shorter than before." She stated, looking at her legs. “Like, a bit over half my size."

“That's true, but don't you think that people would stare at you?"

“Isn't that what you want?" she observed.

“Well, yes…but I think they would get suspicious."

She looked at him, smirking.

“Oh, I've seen what's up now." She stated, “Someone is self-conscious about being with a taller girl."
He jumped.
“What? Me? N-no, I'm perfectly fine with it, you're wrong!" he said, trying to hide the fact that she had read him like a book.

She chuckled. “Males. No matter the species, certain things do not change."

“I said I'm fine with it, don't worry." He stated.

She looked at him with a smirk, not buying it. “Well, then, if you like it and I like it, I think we're good. Besides, I thought that guys were more interested in other…assets," she stated, making a sexy motion while she bit her lower lip.

Jake blushed heavily at her display. She was an absolute bombshell, her E-cup breasts, thick hips, watermelon-sized ass, and long shapely legs made her look like a magazine swimsuit model. He hoped she couldn't feel it, but he was already lusting after her.

“Y-yeah, you're certainly set in that field."

“I feel that we can also do something about you, in that regard," she said, “just a few touches here and there."

She flicked what looked like a piece of hot cinders towards him, and he felt a slight burn on his stomach, that rapidly spread to his whole body. He watched as he saw his arms becoming bigger, his abs getting more toned, his chest popping out slightly, and his legs getting thicker and more defined.

He hadn't become broad nor particularly jacked, but his physique was substantially more muscular than his previous skinny-fat appearance, looking more like a gymnast or a professional swimmer.

“Yeah, that's more like it" she commented, looking at him with narrowed eyes.  She could see that, with some muscles on, he didn't look half-bad.

He pulled the sleeve of his hoodie up, flexing his bicep.
“Wow, this is great," he said, “Thank you so much!" he looked sideways, a thought emerging in his head.

“But…don't you think that other people will get a bit suspicious of me? I've seen some of them even last week, how can I explain putting on twenty-five pounds of muscle, and having a supermodel at my side?"

“Don't worry, you silly human. I will make it look like we've always been like that, they won't have a clue." She stated, calmly.

“Oh, I see. And they won't question why?"
She shook her head, “I will assure you that the only thing they would think about is how jealous they are of us."

He looked up at her, smiling.

“That's awesome, thank you. You saved me, how can I repay you?"

“You don't really need to repay me silly." She said, laughing, reassuming her usual form with a puff of smoke “Your soul is enough of a payment, that's the whole deal of the summoning."

“Makes sense," he said, disregarding the implications of her last sentence, removing his hoodie, starting to playfully flex his biceps and chest, still not believing his transformation.

Suddenly, her stomach growled. She had almost forgotten that she needed food to survive in this world.

“Well, if you really want to do something for me, having something to eat wouldn't be a bad idea," she said.

He turned around, looking at the hellhound.

“O-of course. Stay where you are." He said, darting towards his house.

After a minute had passed, Daheera started to get impatient. How dare that little mortal keep her waiting?

As another loud growl erupted from her tum, she looked around. No trace of her scrawny master.
Suddenly, something in her peripheral caught her attention. On the next garden over was a small bird fountain, on top of which sat a couple of large white and grey pigeons. They looked well-fed, almost fat, and even if they weren't part of her usual diet, they seemed scrumptious to the famished demon.

Intrigued, she easily stepped over the 5-foot-tall fence, and there, with a swift motion, she managed to catch the two large avians, one on each hand, the poor animals cooing desperately, frantically trying to free themselves from the grip of the invisible creature.

It was all for nothing, and it didn't take long for Daheera to devour both animals, a handful of feathers the only sign that remained of their existence. “Mmmh, tasted better than I thought they would."

As she sat cross-legged in his garden, cleaning her teeth using a claw, she heard the front door of the house opening.

“Okay, sorry for the wait." said Jake, “But I managed to find some pork chops in the garage's fridge. I hope it works, even if it isn't cooked?" he asked, carrying almost 5 pounds of meat between his hands.
Her mouth watered at the smell of the pork meat, “Oh, don't worry about it" she said, “I have just the right tool for that."
With that, a bout of flame erupted from her lips, cooking the meat perfectly in mere seconds.

Then, she opened her mouth, inserting one of the pork chops inside, ripping it in half, chewing the tender meat slowly, before gulping it with a satisfied sigh.

“Oh, that's so good" she said. She made short work of the other eighteen pork chops in the same way, after which she sat there, sighing in satisfaction, rubbing her belly.

“Love me some meat." She stated.

“Wow, I didn't think they could fill you."

“Well, to be fair I've already had an appetizer" she said.

He looked around, only then becoming aware of the numerous, often burnt feathers sprawled on the ground all around the sitting hellhound.

He just hoped that Ms. Ross wouldn't be too upset at the loss of her two pigeons.

After a quick lunch,  the two moved back to Jake's room, and the boy started to work on his Sociology 101 assignment, followed by his new demon familiar.

It didn't take long for Daheera to start huffing and groaning.

“Do you mind? I'm trying to study. Try to be a bit quieter please." he said, annoyed by the noises she was making.

She bared her teeth.
“I don't like your tone, mortal." She stated, looming over him, her eyes flaring red.

He immediately paled.

“I-I meant to say…what's g-going on? Is there something that b-bothers you?"

“I don't feel that sitting around in a tiny room is befitting of my rank, and I'm getting bored. For this, I ask you to entertain me." She said, a menacing light still in her eyes.

“W-well" he began, gulping, “I'm p-pretty busy at the moment, but m-maybe we could go for a walk later. I have to shop for some groceries; to replenish that meat you ate before my parents come back."

“Sounds feasible." she said, sitting down on his bed, which bent and creaked under her weight. “Certainly better than staying in this cramped, garish home all afternoon. And that meat was delicious, I wouldn't certainly mind some more."

He looked at the bedframe, hoping that it wasn't too damaged.

“Say,"  he said, “J-just as an i-idea... could you perhaps consider …s-shrinking down a little bit?" he said, “I'm sure the room… would feel more comfortable to you in that case," he quickly added, seeing clouds gathering before her face.

“I've already told you, you stupid human." She stated, “I'm already feeling cramped enough in this body, I'm not gonna shrink even more if there isn't a real necessity." she added,  getting up and leaning on the front of his drawer, causing the doors to bend inward a little more.

“B-but... the furniture…you're bending it like that," he said, with a sliver of voice.

She paced towards him, her form towering over the sitting boy, who immediately started to sweat.

“I hope for you that you're not implying what I think you're implying, or I will make you suffer greatly."

He looked up at her.

“B-but I-I thought demonic s-servants couldn't kill their masters."
“That's true," she said, “But you can survive an arm being torn off of you," she added, baring her teeth.

“O-okay, m-message received." He said, nodding frantically, quickly turning his gaze away from the hellhound.

“Good boy," she cooed, “Besides, I can fix your flimsy furniture easily, so there is no need to worry," she said, snapping her fingers.

Immediately, the two pieces of furniture were enveloped in a cloud of smoke.

“Oh, okay then," he said, relieved to see his bed quickly returned to its pristine state.

He looked at the time.

“Tell you what, I've done enough for the moment. Why don't we go out now?

“Very well," she said, rising to her full height.

Their walk was pretty uneventful, Daheera's ability making her completely invisible to every human apart from her master, allowing her to move around the city without making anyone aware of her presence.

Still, she thought that humans should always give way to her, meaning that in more crowded streets, bystanders in a rush bumped into her while they tried to surpass Jake, easily pushed away by the unrelenting mass of the hellhound, finding themselves on the ground, looking around with a puzzled expression.
Luckily, most people seemed to quickly get over that strange phenomenon, getting up and reprising their business after a few seconds, shooting at best a passing glance at the college boy.

At least until, a few dozen feet from his house, Jake saw one of his neighbors walking a Doberman, the large dog stopping dead on its motion as soon as it turned the corner, sniffing the air intently before turning towards them, starting to loudly bark at the demoness.

“What the hell?" Jake whispered to Daheera.
“It can sense me" she answered, “Dogs and other animals, particularly those that have sharp senses, can do that. I think he smelled my scent, and that he mistook me for another big dog."

“Shit," he said, in a quiet voice, “That could reveal you to everyone."

“What's that, Rico?" said the old man to the dog, looking around “What did you see?"

“Relax," she said “It's probably only trying to intimidate me. It needs to be put in his place."

With that, she moved the 15 or so feet that separated them from the dog and bared her teeth, emitting a loud growl.

Immediately, the Doberman cowered, darting towards its owner, trying to hide between the old man's legs.
Before the human could do anything, Daheera reached out to him, touching his chest with the tip of a black-nailed claw.

As a red light flashed between his eyes, the old man turned to the dog.

“What's the matter with that, you dumb dog? It's only Jake, the Mallard's boy! Good afternoon, Jake!" he said, waving his hand toward the young man.

“Hi, Mr. Fletcher!" Jake said, waving back at him, “How's it going?"
“Good, good. Trying to get Rico his daily walk," Mr. Fletcher answered. “But I feel that he had enough for today. Farewell, boy! Say hi to your father from me." he said, waving.

“Goodbye, Mr. Fletcher!"

As the old man turned to a corner, he looked up at the hellhound.

“Woah, what did you do?" he asked her.

“Nothing much, just an old trick. He won't question his dog's behavior for a bit."

The next morning, Jake woke up with a strong backache.

“Fuck me," he thought, massaging his shoulders. His floor wasn't comfortable to sleep on, even in his old sleeping bag, but Daheera had insisted that “Sleeping on the floor like a mangy dog" wasn't something that befitted her rank.

And he really knew better than to argue with her at this point, she had made it abundantly clear.

“Morning" came a voice before him.
Looking to his left, he saw Daheera, lying on his bed, head on her forearms, the bedframe touching the ground, its feet completely broken.

“Hhh, morning," he groaned.

“What's for breakfast?" asked the hellhound, her long bushy tail swaying around happily, the mattress creaking loudly as she shifted her body.

“Uhhhh…I dunno, eggs?"

She rolled her eyes, “Mmmh, not my favourite. I'm in the mood for some poultry meat. Chicken, turkey, anything."

“You already ate enough meat to feed a family for days."

“Yeah, but I'm a big girl, as you can see for yourself," she stated, sitting up, her head reaching above his chest even in this position “I need to eat."
“I thought that you demons feed yourselves with the despair of mortal souls…" he observed.

“We do, but when we materialize in this world, we kinda need some more nourishment, at least in this form," she said, rising up to her full height, before immediately kneeling, “I thought you had studied us, but it doesn't seem like you know much."

“I-I have," he said, getting defensive, “But I didn't really know that you were bound to such things. I didn't even know that you could summon a h…" he said, stopping as he saw the look she was giving him at the word “someone like you."

“Well, we are," she said, “As long as we don't collect the due payment, we have to find alternative, more “material" ways to feed ourselves."

She looked at him sideways,
“Are you, by any chance, saying that you're ready to have your soul stripped away from you and subjected to eternal torments, just to feed me? Because I'm okay with that, and I'm sure we will find a space in the ranks of the damned, probably even by tomorrow. You know, being someone like me opens a few doors," she said, smiling as she rose up, looming over him, his head barely reaching the middle of her toned abs.

He paled, starting to sweat profusely, trying his best to avoid gawking.

“L-let's not get ahead of ourselves, okay? We still have most of the week left."

“True, true," she admitted. “Although, I wouldn't mind an early payment," she said, opening her maw, droplets of saliva dripping from her sharp white teeth, drenching his hair.

“P-poultry you said? Coming right up!" he said, zooming away from below her, quickly grabbing his hoodie and a pair of jeans, trying his best to put some distance between him and the hungry demon.

She chuckled. What a submissive little slave, she thought.

An idea started to make its way into the demoness's mind. Maybe there was a way to make this week just a little bit less dull. The guy seemed like it would be up to it, he had shown appreciation for her body.

As Jake opened up his front door, he almost dropped his grocery bag at seeing two wide hips right up onto his face, each thigh rivaling the width of his torso. He looked up, only to see Daherra's form right against him, filling the doorframe completely, an enticing look in her eyes as she stared down at him.

“You know, little Jakey," she began, a sultry tone in her voice, “while it might be true that I can't find you a girl for tomorrow evening, I was thinking that I could still teach you a trick or two on how to treat ladies." She stated, inching her waist closer to his face.

He looked at it, seeing the fur-covered slit that was her vagina just below his chin. As he instinctually moved his head forward, a large clawed hand grasped the back of his neck, gently keeping him in place.

“Oh, we're eager, aren't we?" asked the hellhound, making a half step back. “That's something that girls appreciate, true, but you know what they appreciate even more?"

He shook his head, his skin starting to become pale.

“A selfless lover, one that puts care into making sure that their partner feels good. You want to be like that, right boy? " she said, saying the last sentence with a tone that made his knees weak.

He nodded, gulping.

She smiled. He was already wrapped around his finger.

“Then put those bags down in the pantry and come upstairs" she stated, “I will be waiting for you there, to begin our lesson." She said, winking as she started to climb the stairs, the wooden steps creaking under her weight.

“Y-yes, of-of course," he said, quickly stuffing the fridge before zooming upstairs.

As the boy entered his room, he was met with the sight of the hellhound lounging lazily on his bed, her legs outstretched and slightly apart from each other, her left arm bent at the elbow, supporting her upper body.

“Oh, I see that you have brought a gift," she said, eyeing the large half-turkey he was carrying.

“Oh-oh yes!" he exclaimed, “I just thought I would bring it here, while I was at it"

“Mmmh," she cooed, “You thought good. Now come closer, I don't bite." she added, in a warm voice.

Jake tentatively made a couple of steps forward, starting to sweat profusely as she eyed the hellhound girl.

Oh god, she's so sexy, he thought, blushing heavily as she adjusted her position, making her vagina come into full view.

“Well, well," she said, “I can see that my student is very eager" she stated, pointing at his erection

“Oh…I'm s-sorry" he blurted out

“Don't worry, I don't mind it…but we should probably begin a bit more…gradually." she stated, rotating her hips and bending his legs to give him some space.

“Now sit down, Jake" she commanded, with a firm yet sweet voice.

He did as instructed, and before he knew it, one of her slender, four-toed paw was sitting on his lap.

“So, lesson one:" she began, “Imagine that I've been at work, or whatever you humans do nowadays, all day, constantly on my feet, moving up and down, and I come home, tired, kicking up my shoes and plopping my paws on the bed," she explained, “What would you, as my boyfriend, do, to make me feel better?"

He looked at her “W-well…" he blurted.

“So?" she asked, pointing out at her paws.

“I guess…"

She couldn't stifle a snort at his obliviousness. The boy was not the wisest one, that was for sure,

She moved her paw slightly, lowering her toes, beginning to rub his lower thighs just above the knee.

“Say," she said, “wouldn't you like to be of service to your poor little girlfriend and give her a massage, mmh?"

“Ah yes," he said, as if he had just awoken from some sort of stupor “I would love to."

“Good, so grab my sole and put your little hands to work, " she commanded.

He nodded, beginning to push and knead at the cinder-black pads of her right paw, trying his best to make her feel good.

It wasn't easy, both for the fact that her foot was quite a bit bigger than his head, making it harder to get a proper grasp, and due to the callous, hard nature of her soles, which at times almost resembled the texture of the basaltic ground she was used to thread on.

This meant that after a few minutes, Daheera was far from impressed.

“So, are you going to put some effort in that or not?" she said, a slight annoyance in her tone.

He nodded, and redoubled his efforts, using all the strength to poke and prod the large paws, as the other one came into his lap.

She closed her eyes, finally starting to feel something.

“That's more like it, boy," she said, humming happily for a couple of minutes, until he saw the left appendage rising from his crotch, moving against his face, her 5 inches long first and second toe directly in front of his eyes

“Now lick," she ordered, glancing at him with a stern but seductive smile.

Jake obliged, and before long, she felt both her soles caressed by his tongue, the pink muscles moving up and down the pads and heels as if they were made of candy

Daheera closed her eyes, reveling in the sensation. She didn't really care whether he would enjoy this or not, but she was still positively surprised at seeing him so eager. The poor guy was already starting to get infatuated with her, even earlier than she had anticipated.  While she enjoyed a lot having to break her servants, to slowly erode their attempts to resist her, there was something great about having an obliging little puppy.

For his part, Jake couldn't believe what he was doing. He didn't know why, if it was for her appearance, for the incredibly enticing attitude she had shown in the last half an hour, or just due to his raging hormones at seeing a sexy girl, even an unusual one like Daheera, interested in him.

The only thing he knew was that there was something about her, something that made so that he didn't care about the burning sensation that his tongue was feeling, nor about the dryness of his mouth as he passed it over her burning hot paws.

In that instant, all he could think about was how grateful he was to have the chance to serve the beautiful hellhound.

“Mmmh, there you go, Jakey," Daheera said after a minute, “You made me all excited," she stated, putting a hand before her damp pussy, bringing it to her mouth as she soaked it in her juices, staring at him seductively as she slowly licked her fingers clean.

This was enough, he couldn't hold it anymore.

She couldn't help but giggle at the spot that appeared on his crotch, slowly spreading over his jeans.

“Mmmh," she said, biting her lower lip, “You definitely like my paws…maybe I'll put you into paw cleaning duty when the day comes, and I'll let you live between my toes, I feel that you would greatly enjoy it."

He froze, laughing nervously. She is joking, right? He thought. She couldn't be serious. Although…a certain image was starting to make his way inside his mind, of a scenario that a part of him considered far from unpleasant.

“But anyways" she said “This was only the first lesson" she stated

With that, she rose up from the bed, pacing until she was in front of him, slowly bending her legs, having to slightly stoop forward to make sure that  her hips were on level with his face.

She then spread her legs slightly, revealing her wet cooch, mere inches from his nose

“Lesson two:" she began, “So, the massage that you gave her made your girlfriend very happy, and now she's kinda in the mood for it. Many males are at this point very selfish, and they immediately jump at the girl, mostly caring about their own pleasure.
This is too bad, because as I said, girls are really appreciative of altruistic lovers, ones that can make sure their partner make them also feel good. And the most straightforward way to do so is…well, the one that you can imagine." she stated, bringing her vagina closer to him

Immediately, he started sweating, her glistening labia right in front of him, her strong, wild musk creeping up his nostrils.

“Oh, don't be shy, boy," said Daheera, trying her best to hide her impatience, “I'm sure you'll do great."

He nodded, and scooted his head forward, his nose immediately touching the tuft of hair that covered the lower part of her labia, her scent assaulting his senses, almost unbearably strong.

Tentatively, he moved his tongue forward, licking her juices off one of her labia

A small, almost imperceptible smile formed on Daheera's lips. He certainly was a fast learner with his tongue, although it would take quite a while to make him even close to good. Nothing that she couldn't remedy though.

“Mmmh, not bad, boy" she said, “But you might need to pick up the pace a bit. Here, let me help you."

Before he could understand what he was doing, A large clawed hand touched the back of his head, gently caressing his hair.

“Now, take a deep breath…" she said, just before her hand gave him a strong push, causing his whole nose and mouth to get inside her, her legs clenching his face and neck.

Immediately, Jake panicked, beginning to thrash and squirm to slip away from her tight grip, his struggles not even close to matching the power of her leg muscles.

That's more like it, thought the hellhound, a soft moan escaping her lips as his thrashing made waves of pleasure erupt from her cunt.

She realized that she had maybe gone a bit too far with that, and quickly readjusted her grip, giving him just enough air to breathe. She didn't want to kill him after all.

Instead, she kept her hand steady, slowly inching closer to his face with her hips, until his nose was deep within her.

He understood the message and began to redouble his efforts, trying his best to massage her mounds with his tongue, while his lower lip tried to poke and prod at her clitoris.

A series of moans escaped her lips, signaling that he was doing a good job. Slowly, he picked up the pace, and it didn't take long for her to feel an orgasm building up. She adjusted her position slightly, to make so that the pink numb at the top of her labia was directly against his tongue.
He nubbed and licked the clitoris as if his life depended on it, and a little more than a handful of seconds later, juice sprayed all over her vagina as she came, soaking his t-shirt and hoodie.

A satisfied sigh erupted from Daheera's mouth as she rose to her full height, smashing through a support beam of the ceiling as she did so.

She turned, looking down at her human master with a happy smirk, before bending down to his level, reaching for his face with her right claw.

“Attaboy," she said, squeezing his cheeks lightly, “you really are a cute little puppy, good job."  she added.

No issue in giving the boy some praise, after all.

She then rose up, barely eyeing the painful erection in his pants, and started to move out of the room.

“W-wait," he said, looking up at her expectantly. “What about…." He asked, eyeing his boxers.

“Well, you came once already," she observed. “What did I tell you about being selfish?"

With that, she turned away from him, climbing the stairs towards the garden, leaving the poor guy stunned.