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It always started like this. Rumi had asked for it to start like this, in fact. They had their little system of signals. Jewelry, mostly. Zoey had her rings, Mira had her earrings. Rumi had a choker.

It was the most obvious of the three because Rumi didn't wear a ton of jewelry outside of work. Whenever she considered putting it on she had to stop and consider that she was essentially hanging a neon sign around her neck. Sometimes she wouldn't even notice if the others had decided to wear their signals, but it was impossible to miss hers.

That was on purpose, to be fair.

Because of this choice she had made after she had gotten out of the shower that evening, Rumi found herself pinned down on the couch, with Zoey on her lap. The other girl slipped her index finger underneath the heavy chain links of Rumi's choker, tugging ever so slightly.

"Look at you," she cooed, her face just inches away from Rumi's. Their noses were almost touching. "It's so cute when you decide to put the collar on yourself."

Rumi was already blushing, but that made her patterns glow a dim pink to match the color of her face. She wanted to protest, to say that it was just a necklace, not a collar, but that wasn't really true, was it?

"You only do this when you're really desperate, don't you?" Zoey shifted her weight, letting her ass press down on Rumi's lap. She automatically lifted her hips in response, seeking friction. She was already getting hard before Zoey had entered the living room. "You need it today, huh? Answer me, tiger."

"I—I just thought… maybe… you would—"

"I would what? That it would make me happy to see you walking around with this on?" Another, firmer tug on the chain. "It does."

Warmth bloomed in Rumi's chest at the tiniest hint of praise. It does make her happy. I did something good. She likes it.

"It makes me so happy to know our little pet demon wants to play."

A full body shudder passed over Rumi, her patterns rippling pink and purple in response as if they couldn't decide whether embarrassment or shame was a more fitting response. Her cock twitched once, twice in quick succession. It was starting to strain against her shorts, and she knew Zoey could feel it pressing against her ass because the maknae rolled her hips in such a way that she just barely increased the pressure. Rumi whimpered.

"That bad, huh tiger?"

Rumi only whined in response. It was a noise that no human could make, pitiful and desperate.

"Be a good little demon for me, and I'll give you what you want," Zoey purred.

She sat up straight and tapped Rumi's nose before hopping off of her lap, leaving Rumi's erection on full display. The half-demon had purposefully picked a pair of tiny gym shorts that left little to the imagination because she wanted to feel exposed.

It was mortifying, and it felt so good.

Rumi had gone to therapy after the… well, the everything. She had learned a lot of helpful coping strategies. They even put her on anxiety meds! It helped, a lot. No one could unlearn two decades of shame and repression overnight.

What she could do, however, was develop some very specific kinks.

It had started with dreams, maybe a year prior to all this. They were getting so close to gold, and Rumi was having stress dreams nearly every night. Tossing and turning, waking up drenched in sweat. Dreaming about her members discovering her secret, horrified and disgusted by her. A lot of them got quite dark, and she didn't care to recall them now (especially not when they had been replaced by dreams that felt more like memories of them backstage at the Idol Awards).

But then, things got weird. Rumi was pent up and repressed in more ways than one, and her drive and work ethic meant she didn't pay much attention to her… baser urges. Her subconscious, on the other hand, didn't shy away from them at all, nor did it shove down her attraction to her bandmates as she did.

Dreams about their disgust and aversion to her nature turned lascivious. Her fears were perverted. Instead of putting her out of her misery like the abomination she was, they… kept her like a pet. Things started out rather tame, but as time went on, the dreams grew more and more explicit as Rumi got closer and closer to her golden goal. When she did sleep during the weeks they spent fighting the Saja Boys, she would either wake up painfully erect or with a heinous mess in her boxers.

She didn't talk about these dreams in therapy. She wasn't going to tell anyone about them until things with Mira and Zoey escalated to intimate heights in the aftermath of the chaos and Rumi found out that the two of them (their maknae in particular) were rather kinky. Zoey started slow with Rumi, easing her into a new world of sexual pleasure, but Rumi felt an eerie sense of deja vu when the three of them sat down to talk about their preferences and hard limits.

At first, Rumi held her tongue. She admitted interest in submission and they quickly pegged her as a bit of a masochist (pun intended). The more comfortable she got in bed, the more relaxed she became. And as she relaxed, Rumi let her demon show.

The addition of fangs and claws to their bedroom called for some safety measures, and when Rumi excitedly suggested a muzzle before the others could even get a word in, she knew she had let the demonic cat out of the bag.

The following conversation was one of the most humiliating and euphoric moments of Rumi's life. They were tangled up in each other on Zoey's bed on a late weekend night.

"Ru, you have to be clear with us about what you want. Explicit. If you aren't 100% open with us, we're not going to do this," Mira said sternly.

Rumi grimaced as she tried to imagine what she would say. She had hoped she could just get them to go along without actually explaining what she wanted, but she should have known better. Mira and Zoey were thorough, especially when it came to the bedroom.

"We have to know so we don't accidentally hurt you, baby," said Zoey, curling up next to her. "That's the last thing we want."

Well, I would deserve it—nope! Nope nope nope. We talked about this, shut that self-deprecating shit down, Rumi.

"I know, it's just…" She closed her eyes, as if not looking at them would help. "It's really embarrassing."

"We're not going to make fun of you—unless that's what you want us to do?" Zoey raised an eyebrow. Rumi didn't immediately say yes or no, which told Zoey she was on the right track. "It's okay, bubby. Judgement free zone." She held out her arms, sweeping them over the three of them like she was creating a barrier. "Speak your truth, RuRu."

Mira placed a reassuring hand on her thigh and nodded.

"Well, I… Let's just start with, uh, the muzzle." Her voice grew quieter as she spoke, but she didn't stop. The dam had cracked, and it was about to start pouring out of her. "I like the idea of… of you guys treating me like… like… a pet?"

Rumi braced for a reaction, but none came.

Zoey smiled gently and said, "That's a pretty common kind of role play, actually."

"Oh. Uh, okay." That made Rumi feel a bit better. This wasn't that unusual. "That's not all of it though."

"We're listening," said Mira.

They were both so kind and so patient and Rumi caught herself thinking I don't deserve this again and had to shake the thoughts out of her skull. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. Her desire to make her dreams a reality—in a safe setting, crucially—was stronger than her self-consciousness. She could do this.

"This might sound a bit, um, concerning? But I promise this isn't me trying to punish myself or anything, I swear!" She raised her hands defensively. "It's… It's a real, genuine fantasy of mine. Which is a bit fucked up, considering everything, but… I think this would be a good way for me to, uh… get it all out?"

Zoey and Mira looked a bit more concerned, but they didn't say anything. Zoey nodded for her to continue.

"Okay. Whew. I… It would be really nice if… Fuck, how do I say this?"

The closer Rumi got to admitting it, the hotter she felt. She was already sweating, and her patterns were lighting up with a soft pink. She could feel warmth pooling in her belly and simply acknowledging that talking about this was making her horny was enough to make her dick twitch. She pulled a pillow into her lap and hoped they didn't notice. (They did.)

"I want you guys to treat me like your pet. Not like, an animal pet. Like a… demon pet." She saw their eyes widen in recognition as they started to pick up what she was putting down. "I want to role play like you guys are, um, hunters who… caught me? And instead of…" (Rumi didn't want to say "killing me" because that felt a little too real, too raw, so she tilted her head from side to side and made a "you know" noise.) "… you decided to keep me as your… pet."

Zoey and Mira exchanged a look that Rumi couldn't parse before Zoey crawled across the bed towards her, putting a hand on her chest and pressing her down onto the mattress.

"And how does that make you feel, Ru? Actually, a better way to phrase that is—how do you want it to make you feel?" she asked, trying to hold back a devious grin.

Rumi's mouth had never felt drier. Her patterns pulsed—no, they throbbed as heat coursed through her entire body. She pressed the pillow down into her crotch, but Zoey noticed her effort to hide and laid down on top of Rumi, increasing the pressure.

"You seem pretty flustered," said Mira. Rumi could hear the smirk in her voice even if she couldn't see it from where she was trapped under Zoey.

"Is this how you want to feel?" Zoey asked. Rumi started to nod, but she continued, "Use your words, baby."

Rumi licked her lips, trying to summon any amount of moisture in her mouth.

"I… I want to feel like… like…" She closed her eyes, trying to recall how she felt in the wildest of her dreams. "I—I want to feel like I'm less than human. I want to feel like… like I'm just a toy for your amusement."

"You want us to humiliate you," Zoey continued, and it felt like a question but didn't sound like one. "Maybe even degrade you."

The way she dragged out the word made Rumi shudder. A fog rolled into her brain, making her feel light and floaty and thoughtless. She nodded dumbly as Zoey spoke, mumbling, "Yeah, that."

"Are you hard right now, baby?"

Rumi nodded. Zoey sat up and pulled the pillow away. Rumi let go with no resistance. She was putty in the maknae's hands.

"Christ, Mir, look at her. She's leaking."

Another shudder rolled through her, almost a convulsion, and her cock twitched in her pajama shorts. She could feel where her underwear had grown damp and sticky with pre.

Rumi was mortified. And it felt amazing.

Mira noticed her slipping away from them, and she leaned down to tap Rumi's shoulder.

"Ru, color?"

"Green," she sighed in response. "So fucking green."

"Seems like we cracked the code, Zo. I can't say I'm shocked at the result."

That brought Rumi back to reality.

"Wh-what?" she sputtered.

Mira pouted at her in pity. "Oh, Rumi. You are not hard to read when it comes to what turns you on. Last week, Zoey called you a 'good girl' and you almost came in your pants before we had even made it to the bedroom."

"N-no I didn't!"

(She did. She remembered it vividly.)

"Do you like that? Pretending to deny it?" Zoey asked.

The question was certainly meant to get more detail about what Rumi wanted when they actually played out the scene, but the slightly teasing tone made her cock twitch again and she outright whimpered.

"Little Rumi says yes," Mira sneered.

"Don't call it thaaaaat!" Rumi whined, covering her face with her hands.

"Don't worry baby, you're plenty big."

"Hey, Ru?" Zoey asked quietly, all hints of teasing gone from her voice. "Thank you for being honest with us. I know that was probably uncomfortable, but I'm really glad we had this talk."

"It's so embarrassing ," Rumi groaned.

"Well, yes, but isn't that the point?" Mira asked.

"I… I guess!" Rumi pushed herself up on her elbows to get a better look at both of them. "I should thank you guys for taking me seriously. I was worried… that you would get mad, or think that it was too weird, or…" That it was unhealthy.

The words went unspoken, but they could tell what Rumi was trying to say. Mira reached out to rub her arm.

"Hey, it's alright. First of all, we wouldn't even judge you for something like that. Secondly, I trust that you're not going to ask us to do something that would hurt you. I'm not a doctor or anything, but I think that exploring those feelings in a controlled environment could be helpful, maybe?" Mira raised her hands. "Like I said, not a doctor. Do not come to me for medical advice."

"I agree with Mira. I know there's a lot of things that are hard for you to unpack and process because you—we aren't normal people. We don't deal with normal things." Zoey smiled gently. "We're probably the only people that you can talk to about stuff like this, so of course we're going to take you seriously and do what we can to help."

Rumi grinned sheepishly. She appreciated the support, but she couldn't forget that this entire conversation was happening in order to address her unconventional sexual desires.

"Thanks. Really, thank you."

"As touching as this has been, Rumi is still hard," Mira deadpanned, pointing at the bulge in her shorts.

"Mira!"

"We can all see it! Fuck, do you want help with it or not? Go jerk off in the bathroom if you're that sensitive about it."

"N-no, wait! Please!"

Zoey pulled herself back, raising her hips as she pressed her face against the bed and crawled between Rumi's legs.

"Don't worry, tiger. I won't leave you hanging."

Zoey pressed her face against her bulge and Rumi melted into the bed.

"I like what you decided to wear, tiger, but I think there's room for improvement here," said Zoey, tugging at the hem of her t-shirt. "C'mon, let's go play dress up!"

Zoey spun on her heel and headed off towards their bedrooms. Rumi shot up from her seat on the couch and padded along behind her, hands held in front of her crotch in an attempt to retain the tiniest fraction of dignity.

"Wait here," said Zoey, tapping the doorframe of Rumi's room before going further down the hall to her own.

Rumi stepped inside and stood awkwardly in the center of her room, unsure if Zoey wanted her to be sitting or kneeling or doing anything specific. Standing still and waiting was the best course of action. She wanted to be good, and a good pet didn't make decisions on its own.

Zoey returned quickly with a familiar object in hand. A thick, leather collar embedded with silver studs that had a bell and a name tag dangling from the D-ring on the front, upon which "RURU" was engraved in bold lettering. Rumi was hit with a wave of embarrassment at the sight of it, but she simultaneously found herself calmed by it. She only grew more and more relaxed as Zoey approached, reaching up to undo her chain. The loss of the weight and the cool feeling of metal around her neck startled her, though, and her eyes flew wide in panic as she was abruptly ripped out of the encroaching headspace.

Zoey noticed and reached up to run her fingers through Rumi's hair.

"Sorry, tiger, I should have given you a warning before I did that. It's alright. Just relax and let me take care of you."

The chain was quickly replaced by the collar. It was much tighter, fitting snugly around Rumi's neck, custom made to fit her and her only. The sound of the clasp snapping shut made her eyelids flutter as a surge of arousal coursed through her, her patterns pulsing with a deep reddish-pink. She was still covering her dick with her hands, and she felt it twitch against her palms. Once the collar was secure, Zoey lifted her hands and cupped Rumi's face.

"Good girl," she cooed. "Our obedient little demon."

Rumi closed her eyes, sinking into Zoey's touch, and began to purr. Zoey withdrew her hands, scratching under her chin before stepping back. Rumi slowly opened her eyes and stood still, waiting patiently for a command.

"First of all, hands behind your back," said Zoey, pointing at Rumi's attempt at modesty.

Her patterns flared as her face burned. She put her hands behind her back, gripping her right wrist with her left hand to keep them there. Her cock throbbed in the confines of her shorts, and Rumi could hardly meet Zoey's eyes with her arousal on full display like this.

Zoey stood with one hand on her hip and the other gripping her chin as she scanned Rumi from head to toe.

"Take off your shirt," she commanded, and Rumi hurried to do so, almost tearing the fabric in the process. She hadn't realized that her claws were already out.

Zoey stepped close to her again, hands gripping her waist. Her pelvis was less than an inch away from Rumi's protruding boner, and her body was screaming at her to press her hips forward and close the gap. She didn't. That would have been bad behavior, and Rumi hated being bad. She was a good pet, a good demon. She had to do as the hunters told her to, and they would take good care of her.

Zoey was staring at Rumi's forehead, and the half-demon was suddenly aware of the familiar pressure under her skin that meant her horns were growing out. Zoey reached up and gently stroked one of them as it emerged, and Rumi's knees almost gave out.

"Don't hold back, tiger," she whispered. "You can't hide yourself from me. I wanna see what you really look like."

Shame burned Rumi's insides, but it was the kind of shame that she craved. Not the shame of hiding and denying herself, but the shame of being seen for what she was. Her transformations weren't always pleasurable, but her girls had a way of making them feel euphoric. It was as if a pressure was building within her, straining against her skin just like her cock was straining against the fabric of her shorts. There were parts of her that desperately wanted to be seen, to be exposed, to be touched, and they grew out of her with a painfully satisfying stretch.

Her body wasn't meant to hold a human shape. Her ears extended, pulling themselves to a tapered point. A long, slender tail unfurled behind her, whipping back and forth in excitement. Her legs tensed and her bones bent themselves—not out of shape, but into the proper form as her ankles were lifted and her feet turned to digitigrade paws. She stumbled just a little, adapting her posture to accommodate the changes.

Zoey reached up and forced her mouth open to watch Rumi's teeth sharpen and extend, tusk-like fangs curling outwards under her upper lip. Her tongue felt heavy in her mouth as it thickened and lengthened, forced to spill out of her mouth as it was held open.

"Fuck, RuRu, you're drooling already?"

Rumi made a pitiful, whining sound as she tried to close her mouth, but she didn't resist hard enough to truly fight back against Zoey's grip. She merely moved enough to make the bell dangling from her neck jingle slightly. Zoey rubbed the soft inside of her cheek with the pad of her thumb, stretching the corner of her mouth.

"You're so pretty like this," she whispered.

Rumi felt a familiar haze creeping in as she all but closed her eyes, leaning into Zoey's invasive touch. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, drool threatening to drip down onto the floor beneath her. When Zoey let go and stepped away, Rumi almost fell forward, chasing the lost contact.

"On your knees," said Zoey, calm and collected, knowing that Rumi would obey immediately.

And she did, dropping so quickly that the sound of her knees hitting the floor made Zoey flinch with concern. She raised an eyebrow, lightly breaking character to make sure she was alright. Rumi was still lucid enough to recognize the small gesture, and she nodded, giving her a reassuring smile before letting her mouth hang open again.

"You know, Mira ordered a new harness for you."

Rumi's ears perked up at that—literally, they twitched and pointed upwards in excitement. Her tail swished on the floor behind her.

"I think we should go ahead and get it on you. It'll be a nice treat for when she gets home from her photoshoot, hmm?"

Rumi—who had started panting, she realized—closed her mouth to swallow in order to speak, but then stopped, leaving her mouth open once more. Zoey was giving her that look, the one where she raised one brow and lowered the other, tilting her head slightly, as if to say, "Are you about to do what I think you're about to do?"

No. No, I'm a good girl. Good pet. Pets don't speak. Not unless they're told to.

Rumi snapped her jaw shut and nodded.

"Attagirl. We trained you so well." Zoey stepped back, stopping just before the door. "I'll be right back with your new harness. Stay."

Rumi went rigid, straightening her back and keeping her mouth closed as she watched Zoey disappear down the hall. She kept perfectly still. Well, except for her tail, but she wasn't expected to control it. And, of course, the throbbing between her legs. Every now and then, she would tense the wrong muscle and her cock would jump. She did everything she could to keep her hips from thrusting forward, seeking any friction they could find.

Oh, how it ached. She longed to shift her position, to squeeze her thighs together to try and find whatever relief she could. Zoey hadn't touched her since they left the living room. It was becoming hard to think about anything other than rutting up against literally anything. Her eyes darted around her room, landing on her unmade bed, pillows strewn about from where Mira and Zoey had slept with her the night before. Rumi held fast in her position, but she let her mind wander across the room to the bed, where she imagined what it would feel like to grind against one of those soft pillows—

"Ah ah ah! Stay still."

Rumi didn't even register that her hips had been moving, pitifully humping nothing but air as she lusted after a pillow, of all things. Zoey had returned with a contraption of a harness in her hands.

"Poor baby, so desperate already," she said, squatting down in front of Rumi, who was trembling simply from being near her. "What were you thinking about while you were hopelessly trying to fuck the air? Speak."

Rumi swallowed again, willing her words back now that the command had been given. Her eyes cut between Zoey's scrutinizing gaze and the bed behind her, heat rising in her chest as she struggled to find the words to express something that was already embarrassing to admit.

"P-pillow…" she sputtered.

"What about it?"

"Nnnngh… want… it."

Satisfaction spread a wicked grin across Zoey's face as she watched her pet struggle.

"To do what, pet? Take a nap? Are you tired?"

"Nnnnh… n-no!" Rumi's voice had a rough depth to it, that extra layer that crept in when her demon was let out. "Want to… fuck. Need it… Touch… please!" she whined.

Zoey tutted and shook her head. "No no, it's way too early for that, RuRu."

She smiled and brushed her fingers against Rumi's cheek. The lightest of touches sent a shiver down Rumi's spine, her tail curving upwards as she tried to hold in a pitiful noise of pleasure.

"It seems like you need to be reminded of your training," said Zoey, rising to her feet. "You're very impatient today. Let's get your harness on and practice a few drills, hmm?"

Rumi's felt a familiar swooping sensation in her stomach at the mention of training. The paradoxically pleasurable feeling of knowing that Zoey was about to put her in her place, remind her of the hierarchy they had established. She was a hunter, and Rumi was a demon. Her demon.

Mira's face flashed behind her eyelids as she blinked.

Their demon.

Zoey fumbled with the harness for a bit, the buckles and straps proving to be more complicated than she had expected. As painfully desperate as Rumi was, she managed to sit obediently still while Zoey put the harness on. She relished in the feeling of tension as the leather straps were pulled tight around her chest and shoulders, securely buckling her into her new uniform of subservience. It had handles on the front and back, conveniently placed for her owners to grip and position her however they liked. Zoey gave an experimental tug on the front of the harness, and Rumi yielded to it, allowing herself to be pulled forward.

"Good demon," Zoey cooed. "Mira really knocked it out of the park with this one. You like it?"

Rumi nodded, a purr rumbling in her throat. The sensation of leather against her skin had almost made her forget about the turgid tent in her shorts, but as she was pulled closer to Zoey, her owner's scent washed over her and she bucked her hips as her instincts screamed for her to get closer and claim her.

"Sit!" Zoey snapped, and Rumi whined but sank back down on her haunches, squirming.

At this point, her gym shorts were utterly ruined. Her cock had been leaking pre like a busted faucet, the sticky fluid seeping through her underwear and the mesh fabric and creating a sticky, damp mess across the crotch of her shorts. The wet feeling against her cockhead only served to make her desperation worse.

Zoey had noticed this as well.

"Stand up," she said, flicking two fingers upwards.

Rumi complied, shooting upwards so fast she almost stumbled and fell over. It had been a while since she had last walked on her paws, and it took focus she didn't have at the moment to grow accustomed to the feeling. Her tail helped her find her balance, and she stayed on her feet.

Zoey's eyes ran down her body, landing on her bulge. Then, she did something Rumi wasn't expecting—she reached out and grabbed it, cupping her bulge from the underside, lifting it and lightly squeezing. Rumi made a strangled noise that couldn't be called a moan or a groan. The sound was dragged out of her as her hips stuttered. She was trying to drag herself against Zoey's hand, but her owner had a firm grip on her cock and she only felt it being pulled away from her as she moved.

"You're making such a mess, tiger." Zoey flexed each of her fingers individually. Rolling pressure wrapped around Rumi's cock as her shaft and balls were massaged, her leaking cockhead pressing into Zoey's palm. "But you're being so good. I know that this—" Zoey repeated the flexing motion, earning a high-pitched whine from Rumi. "This mess means that you're following orders. We trained you well, hmm?"

The haze in Rumi's brain was so thick now that she couldn't determine if Zoey wanted an answer or not. The only response she could muster was to let her jaw drop and her tongue loll out again, hoping that her drooling would show appreciation.

"You're just a dumb little demon, after all. Where would you be without a hunter to take care of you? Fuck, you're so lucky you have two."

Zoey's other hand was on her face now, caressing her check. Her thumb would dip into the corner of her mouth, tugging at her lips and brushing against her curved fangs.

"It's okay, RuRu. You don't have to worry about a thing. Me and Mira will take good care of you. You'll be a good little pet for us. And that means we have to stay consistent with your training, okay?"

Rumi nodded.

Yes, I need you to tell me what to do. I can't be trusted on my own. I wouldn't know how to act. I would be feral, I would be a monster, I would—I need you to control me. Need you. Need you. Need you.

"Good girl. Go ahead and take these off," said Zoey, hooking a finger under the waistband of her shorts and boxers. "I think you'd look better in a jock tonight. Can you pick one out?"

Rumi had already stepped back to strip. As she took off her shorts, she looked between Zoey and her closet, already feeling overwhelmed by the choice that was presented to her. It shouldn't be that hard, in theory, but she was already worrying that she might not make the right choice. What if Zoey didn't like the one she picked out? Shamefully, Rumi shook her head as she grew more and more confused and conflicted.

"Aww, that's okay. I know it must be hard to think for yourself too much."

Zoey's words were intended to comfort, but they were laced with a sickeningly sweet mockery that made Rumi feel pathetic. Once she was out of her ruined bottoms, her tail tucked itself between her legs, ashamed of her inability to complete a task as simple as picking out a new pair of underwear. It wasn't something that was expected of her, but it still stung all the same. Her cock, briefly free from its confines, twitched and bobbed in front of her, sagging low under its own weight. Pre continued to leak from the tip, threatening to fall to the floor.

"Here you go!"

Zoey had retrieved one of her favorites—a mesh jock with garter-esque leg straps. Rumi took the pair of underwear from her owner and slipped them on, looping the garters around her feet with practice that came from donning this particular garment many times. Her recognition of this pair only served to further her embarrassment, as she felt she should have known that this pair would be the best choice to please Zoey. It took her a moment to tuck her fully erect dick inside the mesh pouch that was just a little too small to hold it. The edges of the jock stretched away from her skin under the tension, leaving little windows on each side of the fabric pouch (which was already see-through, leaving nothing to the imagination).

Zoey noticed Rumi's change in demeanor, how her tail was less animated.

"Tiger? Is something wrong?" Zoey grabbed one of Rumi's hands, pressing her thumb into her palm. "Color?"

Rumi blinked a few times as the question traveled through the fog in her head. She was confused as to why Zoey was checking on her.

"Green. M'good," she said quickly.

Zoey raised an eyebrow. "You sure?"

"Yeah. I was, uh… embarrassed that I couldn't… pick…" Rumi tilted her head towards the closet. "Totally fine. Great, even. Just felt like I was… letting you down? Like I should have known…"

Zoey nodded quickly, understanding what had happened and quickly finding a hook to loop them back into the scene.

"Oh, tiger, don't worry. We trained you to listen to us—to follow orders and behave. We didn't train you to make decisions, did we? That can be a big responsibility. Too stressful for a perfect little pet like you." Zoey leaned in, nuzzling against her cheek. "Don't worry about those kinds of things, okay? Let Mira and I take care of that stuff."

The embarrassment of dehumanization washed over Rumi and allowed her to sink back into a comfortable headspace. The cocktail of degradation and humiliation that her lovers managed to mix for her in times like these was exactly what she craved.

I'm just a pet to them. Just a lowly demon, eager to do whatever they tell me. I don't have to worry about anything. I just do what I'm told.

Zoey gave her a rewarding chin scritching before stepping back to admire the "outfit" she had put her pet in.

"I didn't know demons could be so cute. You look like you're ready for some training!"

Rumi perked up, wondering what Zoey had in mind today. "Training" could truly mean anything, from making Rumi practice the kind of tricks usually reserved for dogs, to being edged for hours on end.

"I had you put on a jock for a reason, tiger," said Zoey, hooking a finger under the waistband of said undergarment, pulling and letting the elastic snap against her hip. "Can you bring me your current training plug?"

Rumi's eyes widened and her tail wagged as she nodded, nearly tripping as she bolted across the room to her nightstand. From the second drawer, she retrieved a half-empty bottle of lube and and the third size in a series of four anal training plugs that Zoey had bought for her. Zoey giddily clapped her hands as Rumi returned with the implements.

"Have you been practicing on your own?"

Rumi blushed and nodded slowly. She had only recently discovered how much she liked using butt plugs, and she couldn't help but mess around with them on her own time when her girls were busy. It was an easy way for her to get a small hit of the humiliation she craved without involving anyone else. Alone in her room, lubing herself up and inserting a plug purchased for her by her partner, and jerking off while she imagined what Zoey and Mira would think of her doing so. Absolutely pitiful.

"What a good girl! Why don't you show me how you do it?"

Zoey sat down on the edge of the bed. This was the first time Rumi would self-administer the toy in front of someone else—usually, one of her owners would enjoy the pleasure of lubing her hole and inserting the plug.

Rumi got down on her knees, legs spread wide. She squeezed a healthy amount of lube onto two fingers, then reached behind herself and began to tease her hole, working the tight muscles gently before pushing inside. Doing this in front of Zoey was nearly enough to make her cum, but there was enough fear of disappointing her owner that she was able to quell the rising tension in her gut and stave off her orgasm.

Just as Zoey and Mira did, Rumi took plenty of time to ensure that she was properly lubricated before attempting to insert the plug. When she was sure she was ready, she picked up the toy—a simple black plug with a flared base—and pressed it against herself. Feeling the silicone tip against her entrance made her tense up, her hole clenching before anything was even pushed inside. Her cock lifted, straining against the mesh jock before sagging again, still dripping pre.

Rumi held the base in the palm of her hand and pushed the plug inside herself, pressing down with her hips to make it a little easier. She breathed deeply as she did, relaxing her muscles, and sighed as she felt the toy filling up her ass. As it slotted perfectly into place, she reached around with her other hand to grab her cock, but Zoey tutted and wagged a warning finger. Rumi whined, ears pinning back against her head, but she withdrew her hand.

"Okay, RuRu. Sit up," she said.

Rumi straightened, bringing her knees together to assume the position Zoey wanted her in. The feeling of fullness became more prominent as she moved.

"Good. Now, lay down."

Rumi bent forward, stretching her arms out in front her as she lifted her ass. Her face was pressed against the floor, so she didn't see Zoey get up, but she heard her stand and felt the vibrations from her feet padding around her. Zoey made a soft noise of pleasure as she circled behind Rumi, admiring the plug. Rumi lifted her tail to give her owner a better view and clenched around the toy.

"How does it feel to be the world's most obedient demon?" Zoey asked, then added, "Speak."

"… happy," Rumi murmured into the floor. "Happy to make Miss happy."

"Clearly. Your tail has hardly stopped wagging since we started."

Rumi pressed her forehead into the floor as she ran hot with embarrassment, but her tail betrayed her efforts to calm down as it whipped around faster.

"Sit up and lean back."

Rumi did as told. Her owners had prescribed her with a litany of positions, and she had memorized them all perfectly. This one required her to kneel with her knees apart and tilt her torso back, placing her hands slightly behind her to keep herself upright. It forced her to present her bulging erection as it protruded from the taught, straight line of her abdomen and thighs. Zoey stood over her.

"What a pretty pet," she cooed. "Aren't you glad you decided to be ours? A traitor to your own kind, cozying up to two hunters. Demons always act so high and mighty, but you're just a little bitch. Absolutely no desire to fight back at all, hmm?"

Rumi shuddered, tilting her head back to expose the column of her neck in submission, displaying her collar.

"That's right, tiger—we own you. We can do whatever we want with you, whenever we want. That's the price you paid for our mercy."

Rumi felt like her dick was going to explode, but she couldn't let herself cum. Not without explicit permission.

"I'm glad we decided to keep you, because you're so adorable. Look at you, twitching and leaking all over the floor. How bad do you want it? Speak."

"N-need it," Rumi practically moaned. "Please, Miss… need it."

"That's right, you need it. Because you don't think like a human, do you? You hunger for pleasure like an animal."

Rumi let out a growl that turned into a whine. Her cock was twitching, throbbing incessantly. Zoey knew what she was doing. She always had a way with words. If she wasn't careful she was going to make Rumi—

"Go on. Cum."

The sound that came out of Rumi's mouth was indescribable. It was bestial, something caught between a howl and a growl that was layered with demonic distortion before it evened out and into something of a sobbing moan. Her hips jerked, ropes of thick cum spurting from her cock. She felt like her heart was beating inside her balls as the fruits of Zoey's labors from the past hour were expelled from her system, pulse after pulse until it was took much for the jock's mesh pouch to contain. It leaked through the fabric, creating a small puddle of semen on the floor in front of her. Rumi fell back onto her elbows, legs sliding from under her as she lost the strength to keep herself in the requested position.

Zoey was looking down at her, biting her lip in a wide smile. Her eyes were lit with delight as they crawled over the ruined demon beneath her. She knelt down beside Rumi, holding her face in her hands.

"Good girl, RuRu. You did so well." She leaned in and gave Rumi a quick kiss on the lips. "Mira's going to be home soon, so why don't you take a minute to rest? I'm sure she's going to want to play with her pretty pet."

Rumi lay there for a moment while Zoey stepped to the side to check in with Mira. Her chest rose and fell as she caught her breath, pleasure lingering under her skin. She had learned that her patterns reacted to her climaxes with a euphoric sensation (the best way she could describe it was like a warm vibration along the markings) that persisted for some time in the aftermath. She hummed quietly and closed her eyes, luxuriating in the feeling.

"… yeah she's blissed out on the floor right now. You said you'll be here in a few minutes?" Zoey raised her eyebrows, then looked down at Rumi. "Oh? You're in the elevator right now?"

It was said more for Rumi's benefit, and she got the message. With her muscles still feeling a bit like jelly, Rumi pushed herself back up into a seated position only to be greeted by the mess of her own ejaculate on the floor in front of her. She had almost placed her palm flat in the middle of it. Zoey hung up the call and put a hand on her hip, smirking at the fluids on the floor.

"You must have been really pent up, tiger. You made a big mess."

Rumi's tail curled around her as she lowered her head, embarrassed.

"Mira doesn't like messy demons, does she?" Zoey asked. "I think you better clean that up."

Rumi tilted her head to one side, confused. Was Zoey asking her to do chores? It wouldn't be the first time, but Mira was going to be home any second—oh. She felt Zoey's hand pressing on the back of her head, forcing her to bend down and face the mess she made.

"C'mon, RuRu. You better get to work right away!"

Rumi swallowed, feeling the pit of humiliation in her stomach churning as her face was pushed closer to the floor. The sensation was so hard to describe—a discomfort so intense that it circled back into pleasure. Pleasure that felt wrong, somehow, which made it even stronger, pulsing in her gut and feeding into the heat between her legs, sending blood rushing back into her cock with a ferocity that made her lightheaded. This was wrong, it was disgusting, it was degrading. She loved it.

Zoey didn't need to force her down any further as Rumi lowered her head and let her lengthy tongue slide across the marble floor, smearing a line through the puddle of semen before it retracted into her mouth and the taste of herself, the smell of herself, hit her in full force. It wouldn't have been the first time she had a taste of her own cum, but she had forgotten how addicting it was. She could barely think before she found herself drooling all over the floor as she attempted to scoop more of it into her mouth, but her demonic tongue wasn't made to scoop things up, and all she succeeded in doing was mixing her saliva and seed into an even sloppier mess. The combination of the task she had been given and her deviant craving for her own release overridden all other thoughts in her brain. Rumi's entire focus was on the floor beneath her face. So much so that she didn't hear the elevator ding, didn't hear the sound of footsteps approaching, didn't even notice that Mira had entered the room.

"Christ, Zo, did you forget to feed her or something?"

Rumi's head jerked upwards, cum-slick tongue hanging out of her open mouth as her eyes met Mira's. The rush of mortifying ecstasy hit her harder than anything she had ever felt before, causing a full body shudder as her cock reached full mast yet again. Sometimes Rumi wished she had a more normal refractory period (but her girls certainly didn't).

"She needs the extra protein!" Zoey said in a bright, joking tone that didn't belong in the current scene, where her girlfriend was collared like a pet and licking her own ejaculate off the floor of her bedroom. "Gotta keep our pet nice and strong, otherwise she won't be as useful to us, will she?"

Zoey looked down at Rumi as she spoke, raising her eyebrows. Rumi shied away from her gaze, that intoxicating discomfort roiling in her abdomen. Half of her mind was focused on the ongoing abasement, while the other half was running on primal instincts, concerned only with her own pleasure and the desire to please her mates.

That was the demon half, to be clear. It got very excited in these kinds of situations. For a creature born of and tormented by shame, it sure ate up these play sessions. Jinu had told her that all demons do is feel, and that was the truth in more ways than she knew at the time.

Because when she felt good? She felt good, and her demon was something of a hedonist.

Mira uncrossed her arms, looking down at Rumi. She held one hand open, as if she was gripping something that wasn't there, and she tilted her head slightly and raised an eyebrow. Even in the haze of pleasure, Rumi was able to recognize the signal (if she hadn't been able to, they certainly would have deescalated the scene until she was cognizant again). She nodded.

The tinkling of starlit threads gathering preceded the arrival of Mira's gok-do, filling the empty space in her palm. She sauntered forward, carefully stepping around the mess on the floor to stand beside Rumi. She raised one foot—Rumi noticed that she was wearing a pair of leather boots that she had certainly not had on while she was out—and placed it on the back of Rumi's head. Rumi turned her head to the side as Mira pushed down on her head, forcing her down until her cheek was pressed into the mix of spit and cum that she had created. The shimmering blade of the gok-do cast a blue glow on her patterned skin. She could feel the hum of energy coming from it, the rhythm of the honmoon pulsing through the weapon. The same rhythm that pulsed inside of her, running through her patterns. Her cock throbbed.

It was wrong. It was so wrong. She wasn't supposed to be doing this, let alone enjoying it this much.

"Such a pathetic little demon… and you're enjoying this, too."

She could hear the smirk in Mira's voice. Rumi whimpered, her tail restlessly whipping back and forth. Her patterns burned, and she squirmed beneath Mira's boot.

"Who knew it was this easy to control a demon?" Zoey remarked. "We thought we were punishing her, but she likes it too much."

Both of them chuckled, and Rumi's face burned so hot she thought the liquids beneath her cheek would start to evaporate.

Then, the pressure was gone.

"Sit up," said Mira. And Rumi did, her face still smeared with her own fluids. Mira whirled the gok-do around, blade now pointing up and away from her. "So well-trained! What a good girl."

Rumi preened at the praise, her tail lifting and curling upwards. Mira dispelled the gok-do and stepped closer, gripping one of Rumi's horns and pulling the clean side of her face until it was flush against her upper thigh. Rumi was brought face to face with the bulge under Mira's skirt.

"Ready for playtime, tiger? I've had a long, hard day and I could really use some help relaxing."

Rumi swallowed in an effort to ensure that she had swallowed all of the semen in her mouth before letting her demonic tongue slide out and trace over the outline of Mira's cock.

"She's eager today," Mira said to Zoey, and then, to Rumi, "Still hungry, pet? Speak."

"Yessir," Rumi slurred as her tongue retracted.

"Speak clearly when you talk to me, pet," said Mira, her voice stern.

Rumi winced at her owner's displeasure.

"Yes, Sir," she repeated with proper diction.

"Good girl," Mira said, and promptly lifted up her skirt to reveal that she was wearing nothing underneath. Her dick hung between her legs, swaying slightly as she stepped closer.

Rumi approached her cock tongue first, letting the prehensile organ curl around Mira's length in a spiral until it reached the base. Then, she used it to pull herself in closer, lips closing around her cockhead as her tongue retracted into her mouth.

"Fffffuck, tiger!" Mira gasped. "I'll never get used to that."

Rumi allowed a prideful purr to rumble in her chest, the vibrations of which traveled up into Mira, who groaned and put a hand on the back of her head and pushed down until she hit the back of her throat. Rumi took it like a champ. Lack of a gag reflex was certainly helpful, but she had also spent a not insignificant amount of time practicing on toys to pull off these kinds of maneuvers with her tongue. Zoey joked that she should win a daesang for giving head.

Anything to please her owners, her girls. They made her feel so good, it was only right to return the favor.

Zoey watched from the side, sitting in Rumi's papasan chair with her elbows on her knees and her face cradled in her hands. Mira's hand traveled up to wrap around one of Rumi's horns, clearly intending to fuck her face, but she quickly found she didn't need to—Rumi was doing all the work herself. She kept a steady rhythm until she didn't, pausing to do some insane trick with her tongue that made Mira's knees go weak.

"I think… we trained her a little too—fuck! Too well!" Mira stuttered, gasping as Rumi swallowed her entirely again.

With Mira's cock hilted in her throat, Rumi let her tongue slip out, teasing her balls. That was apparently where Mira drew the line with surrendering her control and dignity to Rumi, as she used her grip on her horn to pull her off. Rumi stared up at her with hungry half-lidded eyes and a wide open mouth, a string of precum connecting the tip of Mira's cock to her tongue.

"Looks like you've still got a bit of that demonic mischief left in you. Or are all demons just cock-hungry sluts?"

Rumi made a show of licking her lips as she pulled her tongue back into her mouth and smiled up at her owners.

"I'd tell you to speak, but I don't know if you'd remember how," said Mira, nudging Rumi with the toe of her boot. "Get up, pet."

Rumi stood up, and Zoey did as well as she began to strip out of her clothes. Mira spun Rumi around, admiring the plug in her ass. She ran her finger over the base, pressing on it a little to make her pet clench around the toy.

"Zoey got you nice and ready for me, huh? Let's take this out."

Mira gripped the base and gently tugged on the toy. She had given enough warning for Rumi to relax, allowing the plug to slip out of her stretched hole. The feeling of having it removed was almost better than wearing it. She let out a soft moan as it popped out, knees shaking slightly.

"Keep it together, tiger."

Rumi nodded. Zoey, now fully nude, stepped in front of the two of them with another piece of gear in hand—a muzzle.

"C'mere, RuRu," she said, gesturing for her to step closer.

Rumi did as told, lowering her head to allow Zoey to put the muzzle over her mouth and nose and secure the leather straps. It was custom made and generously padded, fitting Rumi like a glove to the point where she had once called it comfortable to wear.

"Good girl," Zoey cooed, scratching the underside of her chin. Rumi's tail wagged in response.

There was no warning before Mira hooked her thumbs in the waistband of the jockstrap and yanked it down, allowing Rumi's cock to spring forth. She was thankful for the release, as the sticky feeling of sitting in her own release was moving past pleasurably embarrassing into damp and uncomfortable. Rumi lifted her legs to let the ruined underwear fall to the floor. As soon as they were off, Zoey grabbed the handle on the front of her harness and pulled her forward, causing the both of them to fall onto Rumi's bed.

"My turn to play with RuRu," Zoey said, flashing a possessive grin at Mira. "My favorite toy~"

Rumi's tail curled at the degradation disguised as praise, and she lightly thrusted her hips forward, letting the underside of her cock rub against Zoey's leaking slit. Zoey reached up and held her face in her hands.

"Such a good girl for me. Is this what you were thinking about doing to that pillow earlier?"

Rumi's ears flattened against the sides of her head as her cheeks tinged pink and the magenta glow of her patterns deepened.

"Come on, tell me. Speak."

"… yes."

The response was so quite that Zoey could barely hear her. She continued to rub against Zoey's cunt, but not hard enough to dip below the surface. Rumi was desperate, yes, but she wouldn't misbehave. Good girls waited for directions, and she was a good girl.

"What was that, tiger?"

"Yes, Miss," she said, louder this time, with a slight grumble.

"Are you ready?"

"Ready, Miss," Rumi grunted, hips bucking again, desperate for more friction. "Ready for you. Need you. Wanna make you feel good. Wanna be good for you."

"Oh, baby, you're so good. Such a good girl." She laced her fingers in the cage of the muzzle and pulled Rumi down to kiss the metal snout. "Our perfect little pet."

Rumi snarled, hips pressing down hard enough to spread Zoey open, cockhead brushing against her entrance.

"Go on, tiger. Fuck me."

Permission now granted, Rumi's hips moved without a second thought. She slipped inside Zoey with ease (god, she was so wet) but slowed down as she did, allowing both of them time to grow accommodated to the feeling before Rumi went deeper. Rumi drank in the expression on Zoey's face as she took all of her—the way her brows knit together, eyes glazed over, mouth opening slightly to let out sharp, hot breaths that caught in her throat whenever Rumi moved.

Rumi wanted to kiss her so badly, wanted to bite her, to claim her.

Mate. Claim mate. Breed mate.

She felt her patterns flare again, but this time the reddish-pink hues of arousal mixed with the pearlescent light of Rumi's unbridled love, colors rippling down from her face to her groin, disappearing inside of Zoey.

And that was the reason for the muzzle. They found out pretty early on that if Rumi was in her subspace, she had a lot less control over her demon's primal urges. She never did anything to hurt them, but there were simply times when Mira and Zoey didn't appreciate her taking a chunk out of their shoulders every time she came. The muzzle not only physically prevented that, but, in combination with the collar and the other restraints, it put her demon in the appropriate mental state. She was nothing more than a pet, a demon caught by hunters and kept around for their pleasure. The thought made her bristle, a growl rumbling low in her throat, but the urge faded when she heard a click at the back of her neck and felt a firm tug.

"Be a good girl, RuRu," Mira warned. "Only good demons get to play with us, remember? Speak, and give me your color."

Rumi leaned back, breathing heavy. It took her a moment to summon her words, and they still came out with a demonic purr.

"Good… Green, Sir. I'll be good… good demon."

"That's right, you're such a good demon," said Mira, her tone almost patronizing. "Our perfect little demon pet."

With her restrictions in mind, Rumi lowered herself and began to move her hips, starting slow. Zoey groaned and rolled her eyes.

"RuRu, please," she whined. "Fuck me like you want to."

Rumi's brows furrowed.

"But… good demon?"

Zoey reached up to hold her face again. "Yes, tiger, you're a good demon. Mira was making sure you remembered, but that doesn't mean you need to hold everything back." She paused, searching Rumi's eyes. When she spoke again, her tone shifted, losing its gentleness. "After all, you're just a demon. I know you want to fuck me like an animal—" (Rumi could see Zoey restraining herself from making a Nine Inch Nails reference.) "—and I want you to. That's why we kept you, isn't it? To make us feel good."

Zoey wrapped one arm around Rumi's back and hooked her legs over her hips, pulling herself up against her and clenching around her cock as she did. Rumi whimpered.

"So be a good girl and fuck me like you mean it," Zoey whispered in her ear.

Rumi allowed the taut thread of human reason that was holding her back to snap. She pushed Zoey back down into the mattress, growling as she pulled her hips back and drove them back down. The velvety warmth of Zoey's cunt wrapped around her, walls flexing and fluttering as though they were begging her not to pull out, and then clutching her tight when she slammed back inside. Rumi was nearly thoughtless, her demon overwhelming her inner self, telling her to take what she needed, to fill up her mate, to fuck her until she could hardly walk. Zoey wanted this—Zoey needed this just as much as she did. She wouldn't disappoint her. She was a good girl. She was a good demon.

For a while, the only sound in the room was that of skin slapping against skin accompanied by gasping breaths and the various noises of pleasure that spilled out of the two women locked together in a feral union. In times like these, Zoey's role as a dominant sometimes went out the window. She was never good at staying in charge when she would much rather let Rumi plow her into the mattress until she couldn't form a coherent thought.

That was Mira's job. Rumi's ears twitched as she became aware of a new, familiar sound behind her—the steady shlick, shlick of Mira's hand stroking her lubed up cock. She felt a tug on the leash, and then a hand on the base of her tail, lifting it up to expose her hole.

"Let me give you a little extra prep, tiger," said Mira, and Rumi immediately felt a cool glob of lube against her hot skin, slowly sliding down between her ass cheeks. Then, Mira's fingers circling her hole before pushing inside with a surprising tenderness, massaging and spreading the lube to ensure that her pet was as slick as possible.

Rumi did her best to keep her focus on Zoey, but she couldn't help but lean into Mira's touch, knowing what would come next. As Rumi embedded herself in Zoey, the leash was pulled harder.

"Stay still for a moment." It was Zoey who whined in protest, and Mira tutted at her. "Relax, Zo, she'll be back at it soon enough."

Mira lined herself up with Rumi, rubbing her cock against her ass to gather up more lube, as if she hadn't used enough already. Rumi felt like her ass was leaking from the combination of what had been left from the plug and what her owner had just added.

Rumi whined this time, lifting her hips slightly and moving her tail out of the way to present herself to Mira, who laughed darkly.

"Pathetic. You want me that bad, huh? Just a desperate little demon begging to get fucked by a hunter."

Rumi shivered, but she only leaned further back. She could feel Mira against her entrance. Her cock slipped out of Zoey, making the younger woman whine again. Just a bit further…

She felt Mira's hand on her lower back, just above the base of her tail, and heard the honmoon humming under her owner's fingertips.

"Color?" Mira asked quietly.

"Green," Rumi responded almost too eagerly.

The weapon play was something they had built up to over time. In Rumi's mind, it had been an essential part of selling the fantasy, but all three of them had their reservations about drawing their weapons on her again. Mira was the one who had almost completely vetoed the idea. Ironically, she was now the one who brought her weapon into their scenes most often. It had taken months of prep work to get to that point, though. Lots of sparring—exposure therapy, they had joked. Then, letting the weapons be present in the background during a scene. Slowly, carefully, they built up to where they were now, where they would ask and Rumi would practically beg for it.

Once more, threads of the honmoon gathered in Mira's hand, bringing her gok-do into the material world. She twisted it around, pointing the blade behind her. The end of the handle pressed into Rumi's shoulder—she could feel the vibration of the honmoon, of Mira's soul within the weapon—and used it to trace along her patterns, dragging the handle down her back.

"Who knew a demon's patterns could look so cute? Like when I do this—"

The hand that still held the leash went low, pulling Rumi's head back as Mira pushed two fingers into her hole (which readily allowed them inside, having been stretched and teased to a receptive degree). Rumi let out a disgraceful moan as Mira curled her fingers, massaging her prostate. Her patterns lit up again, shame and arousal flooding through them in equal measure.

"This is the big, bad beast you wanted to fuck you, Zo? The one that's about to cum from having my fingers in her ass?"

The twisting disgust in her stomach met with the undeniable bliss she felt from having her ass played with. Her cock, now hanging heavy between her legs, coated in Zoey's honey, jumped violently. Mira withdrew her fingers, leaving Rumi uncomfortably empty, until her lube covered hand dropped lower, cupping Rumi's balls and giving them a playful squeeze.

"S-sir!" Rumi whimpered. She hadn't been told to speak, but she was allowed to in situations where certain things needed to be communicated—such as, in this case, if she was getting too close to her climax.

Mira chuckled as she stepped back, dismissing her gok-do as she did. There was a brief pause in the action, allowing Rumi to collect herself. She couldn't go over the edge just yet, no matter how badly she wanted it. Zoey was still writhing beneath her, hips rolling aimlessly, begging for more.

Just as Rumi settled down, Mira grabbed her by the hips and slammed into her with such force that Rumi almost fell on top of Zoey. She braced herself with arms on either side of the other girl, claws digging into the blankets.

"You've got a greedy little hole," Mira said, grinning. "Swallowed me in one go, no resistance. All that training is paying off, pet."

Upset with how she had been handled, Rumi whipped her head around to snarl at Mira after pushing herself back up. The grin was wiped from Mira's face instantly. She rewound the leash around her hand and tugged so hard that it cut off her snarling.

"Absolutely not. Is that good behavior?" Mira glared at her. "Speak."

Rumi's lips were still pulled back, exposing her lengthy fangs. Her only response was a low rumble, almost a growl.

"I said speak, pet."

Another tug on the leash. This one finally snapped her out of her anger, leaving her whimpering. Rumi didn't enjoy these kinds of punishments, which was why she made an effort to behave. The downside of this type of play was that she allowed her demon to run free, and that came with the occasional unpleasant reaction. It never overruled her completely, but there were little things that could set it off. Both Zoey and Mira had gotten good at handling those kinds of situations, and they usually didn't require more than a bit of gentle course correction.

Words remained hard for Rumi, but she managed to provide an answer.

"S-sorry, Sir." Then, to Zoey, softer, "Sorry, Miss."

Mira nodded and loosened her grip on the leash. Rumi's tail drooped, curling between her legs. Noticing the change in demeanor, Zoey reached up to caress Rumi's face, rubbing behind her ears.

"It's okay, tiger. You didn't mean it."

"I didn't," Rumi mumbled.

"No, you didn't. You're a good girl, right?"

Her tail was back in the air again, whipping around with such fervor that she almost smacked Mira in the face with it.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Rumi said excitedly.

Eager to please, she scooped up Zoey and tenderly rocked against her, rubbing her length against the younger woman to warm her up before easing her back down onto her cock. All the while, Rumi could still feel Mira pressing into her, moving with her to make sure they weren't pulled apart.

The plug was nothing compared to this. Rumi was so blissfully full. She could feel every inch of Mira, warm and alive, and she whimpered and moaned when her owner started to move as well, thrusting into her with much less mercy than she was giving Zoey. Sweet Zoey, who was forced to wrap her legs around Rumi again to pull her close and remind her that she still needed to get fucked too, but it wound up feeling more like she was cockwarming the half-demon while Mira was railing her from behind.

Every now and then, Mira would tug on the leash to tilt Rumi's head back. The pressure wasn't enough to properly choke her, but it was enough to remind her that she was restrained and at their mercy.

Nothing but their pet, to fuck and be fucked. And by god, Mira was fucking her.

"Miraaaaaaa!" Zoey whined again. "You're going too hard!"

Mira slowed her pace and had to catch her breath before she spoke. "Her fault for getting me so wound up earlier. I'm getting my revenge for that shit she pulled with her tongue." She drove her hips forward again, jostling both of them. Rumi was dazed, her mouth hanging open, tongue lolling out. A bit of drool fell from her lips, through the bars of the muzzle, and onto Zoey's face. "But I can't let my girl go unsatisfied, can I?"

Mira paused as she buried herself in Rumi, pulling the leash taught with one hand and grabbing the handle on the back of her harness with the other.

"Zoey, keep your legs locked around her. Tiger, I need you to hold her tight, alright?"

Rumi nodded dumbly, wrapping her arms tighter around Zoey and pressing their bodies flush. The skin to skin contact was intoxicating, Zoey's scent mixing with her own. Rumi inhaled deeply while Mira raised one leg, putting her foot on the edge of the bed.

"Okay. Three, two… one!"

It wasn't the first time they had done something like this. All three still connected at the groin, Mira lifted Rumi and Zoey's combined weight and stepped up onto the bed, pushing their sandwiched bodies back towards the headboard.

"God it's so fucking hot when you do that," Zoey muttered into Rumi's neck.

They took a moment to adjust their positions, with Mira now taking an angle that would allow her to align her thrusts with Rumi's to provide a better experience for Zoey.

"You match me, tiger. We can do this. We're idols, we have rhythm," said Mira.

Rumi nodded again, pulling herself out of that blissful haze of scents to focus on the task at hand. With the same consistency she had when teaching them new choreography, Mira set the pace with her hips. Rumi allowed herself to get a feel for it for a few thrusts before she started to move as well. Rumi went in when Mira went out, using the momentum from one owner's thrusts to fuck the other beneath her.

With Zoey clearly enjoying herself again, Rumi relaxed and let herself fade into the rhythm. Mira was doing half of the work for her at this point. Instead, she reveled in the sensations. Her cock buried in one of her mates while the other fucked her from behind. It was perfect. This is where she was supposed to be. This was where she belonged.

That thought carried her beyond herself. Physical sensations washed over her. She languished in them. Welcoming warmth enveloping her, whole, complete. Stalwart strength filling her, holding her together while she held them together. An integral, connecting piece between the two.

She was good. She was so good. She was a demon, but she was good. She made them feel good. They took care of her. They loved her.

Rumi didn't register that she was purring until she felt Zoey press a palm flat against her sternum. She opened her eyes, looking down at the younger woman to find nothing but love and affection in her eyes. The rolling rumble in her chest grew lowder as Rumi swore she felt herself melting between the two of them. If she was more aware of herself, she would have noticed her patterns breathing with iridescence, glowing in time with her thrusts.

Rumi knew she wasn't allowed to cum. No one had to tell her to hold off. Her satisfaction wouldn't be allowed until both Zoey and Mira had gotten theirs.

Mira came first. Unsurprising, considering Rumi had almost gotten her to cum in her mouth earlier. She had impressive stamina, though, and she used it to give Rumi's a solid pounding before she came undone, adding her cum to the mess of lube in Rumi's ass. Hers was warm, though, and Rumi's hips stuttered for a moment as Mira filled her up, clenching around her as if she was trying to milk her dry.

Exhausted, Mira pulled out immediately and flopped down beside them on the bed. Fluids leaked out of Rumi's hole, dripping down her taint to her balls. Alongside her own cum that had dried on her cheek and the sweat beading on her skin, it made her feel sloppy and used, like some kind of messy animal that couldn't keep itself clean—that didn't even care to be clean. Nothing but base instincts and carnal desire. Iridescence turned hot pink with hints of magenta as she once again felt the low throb of shame in the pit of her stomach.

"I don't even need to say it, do I?" Mira said weakly, looking over at them. "You know you're not allowed."

Rumi grunted in acknowledgement. Of course she knew. They had trained her well. Zoey's pleasure came before her own—and, boy, the maknae was looking quite pleased. Mira drew closer to them to watch Zoey get fucked, a perverse warmth in her expression as she surveyed her partner's bouncing tits, slack jaw, and glazed over gaze.

"C'mon, baby. Show our pet how good she's been," Mira said to Zoey. Then, she looked up at Rumi. "Fill her up, tiger. You know she loves getting bred by her favorite demon."

Her words almost made Rumi falter, igniting a hot tightening in her lower stomach. But she persevered, increasing her pace and trying to angle herself in the way she knew Zoey liked, searching for her sweet spots. Zoey, an incomprehensible mess, was babbling Rumi's name and the word "good" over and over like a mantra. Despite her near incoherence, the words had their intended effect on Rumi. She chased the praise.

I'm good. I'm doing good. I'm doing good. I'm a good demon. Good demon. Good girl. Good demon.

It was impressive that Zoey lasted as long as she did, but it was likely due to the mid-coital interruption caused by Mira. Regardless, after a few final, savage thrusts of Rumi's hips, the half-demon felt her owner's muscles contracting in that telltale pattern. She slowed her pace when Zoey gasped and screamed, every muscle in her body tightening, toes curling, fingers digging into Rumi's back.

"Fuck! Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck me, oh god, Rumi!" she cried.

With that, Rumi had been given permission. She let Zoey ride out her climax with gentle thrusts before she let herself go, increasing pace without warning to chase her own pleasure. Zoey cried out again, still sensitive. Rumi let her cock guide her, her movements growing erratic as the demon within emerged in full. Her teeth snapped behind the metal cage of the muzzle, outraged at her inability to mark the soft flesh beneath her. In lieu of a bite, Rumi's clawed hands moved to Zoey's hips, digging in just hard enough to leave marks but not break the skin. An unknowing onlooker would think she was fucking Zoey like a fleshlight, but Mira knew better. She knew that Rumi was hyperaware of who she was inside of and what that meant to her. To them.

"Z-Zo..eyyyy," Rumi growled, her demonic tone causing a slight ripple in the honmoon around them. "Fuck! Zoeyyyyy."

The first time she had done this, it had scared Mira (not Zoey, but that was just because she was a special kind of freak). Rumi sounded possessed, sounded like a horror movie monster who was about to eat Zoey alive. Zoey loved it. It still made the hair on the back of Mira's neck stand up sometimes if she wasn't prepared for it.

"Zzzzoeyyyyy," she droned, her voice quivering as she lost the last bit of her rhythm, abruptly plunging into her mate as her instincts dictated. "Ssssoooo cl—close!"

At the last second, Rumi hilted herself inside Zoey and came, painting her insides with her seed. The sound she made when she hit her climax was unholy in the very literal sense of the word. Zoey moaned alongside it, the demon having drawn a second orgasm out of her. Mira, despite her exhaustion, wished she had been on the receiving end for once. It certainly looked like it felt better than it sounded.

Pulse after pulse, Rumi kept coming, her balls clenching as she emptied herself and filled her mate with an inhuman amount of cum—so much that it leaked out around her cock while she was still buried inside Zoey.

And she stayed there, embedded in her mate, unwilling to leave the warm comfort of Zoey's leaking cunt. Rumi slumped forward on top of her.

"Please… wanna stay… inside…" she mumbled.

Zoey, who had finally started to come back to herself, rubbed Rumi's back and said, "It's alright, tiger. You can stay. You did such a good job." She leaned forward, kissing Rumi's forehead. "We love you, Rumi."

"We do," said Mira, kissing the snout of the muzzle before reaching behind her to take it off.

Rumi only purred in response, nuzzling into Zoey's neck now that her face had been freed.

Leash and harness were removed, though the collar remained. They had learned that taking it off before Rumi was ready could cause a severe and unpleasant drop, so they had established that she would ask for it to be removed when the time came.

Mira, the least tired of the three, got water and snacks for them, and made sure that they were all hydrated before they completely fell asleep. She checked Rumi over for any chafing from the gear and looked for any cuts or bruises on Zoey that could have come from the half-demon's claws. Once she was sure they were all okay, she let herself succumb to sleep alongside her girls, murmuring drowsy "I love yous" to them both.

Rumi awoke the next morning in a deviously messy bed, sandwiched between the loves of her life, still wearing her collar, still sporting her demonic traits. She had grown more comfortable with that side of herself over time, and those parts were more likely to emerge and stay present when she felt safe rather than retreating into a more humanoid shape.

Though her cock had long gone soft, she was still inside Zoey, and her tail behind her was curled around Mira's legs.

"Morning, tiger," Zoey mumbled, kissing her pulse point.

"Hey, Zo. Do you mind if I, uh…?" Rumi shifted her hips a little.

Zoey giggled. "And if I say no?"

"I.. I'd stay."

"We're not playing anymore, Ru, you don't have to do what I say."

"But I want to."

"You want to stay inside of me, or you want to do what I tell you to?"

Rumi paused, eyes flitting towards the ceiling as she considered the question.

"Both? Yeah, both."

Zoey giggled and did what she could to pull Rumi closer, despite the two of them being as close together as possible. Mira grumbled something incoherent behind them, but she slung an arm over Rumi's midsection, scooting closer until her front was pressed flush against her back.

"Well, Mir doesn't seem to want me to move either, so…" Rumi blushed, shifting awkwardly.

Zoey absentmindedly traced Rumi's patterns. They were glowing a dull golden color—contentment, happiness.

"You don't seem too upset about it."

Rumi purred in response, closing her eyes and pressing her forehead against Zoey's.

"Go back to sleep, jagiya. I'll stay here as long as you want me to." Rumi opened one eye as a thought crossed her mind. "Or until I have to piss, I guess."

Zoey laughed again, louder this time, only to be met with another unintelligible noise from Mira's side of the bed.

"Shhhhh," said Rumi before giving her a quick peck on the lips to keep her quiet. "Let Mira rest. She did all the heavy lifting last night."

Zoey hooked a finger under Rumi's collar.

"You had a good time?"

"Always," Rumi said, smile reaching her eyes. "I promise I'd let you know if I didn't."

"Okay. Good." She let go of the collar, lifting her hand to card her fingers through Rumi's hair. "I know Mira's gonna do an in-depth check in with both of us when she wakes up, but I just… I always gotta make sure."

Rumi smirked as she shifted her hips slightly, bucking up into Zoey, who was suddenly aware that the dick inside of her was growing hard again.

"Does that reassure you?"

"Rumi!" she gasped in mock offense, a smile betraying her true feelings.

Before they could go any further, Mira lazily slapped Rumi's ass and uttered her first coherent words.

"Ryu Rumi, get the fuck out of her right now. I'm not going to get any rest next to the two of you like this."

Rumi pouted but complied, letting her half hard dick slide out of Zoey, who shivered at the emptiness.

"Let's maybe let Mira sleep and go take a shower, hmm?" Zoey suggested, suddenly feeling dirty (and not in the fun way).

"Yeah, good plan."

As the two of them rolled out of Rumi's bed, Mira shouted after them.

"And don't you dare fuck in the shower without me!"