Codex: Hellhound Gangbang/zh-hans

By: Perdita (But really written by SomeKindofWizard)

There is something special about being in wide open spaces. A great big field in the middle of a forest, out in the center of bumfuck nowhere. It’s even more special at night, surrounded by bonfires with food and ‘select smokeables’ in easy reach.

Of course, there is a reason for such a gathering; those involved aren’t human. They’re tall, muscular folk with pitch-black skin, charcoal fur on their arms and legs, and pointed ears along with tremendous fluffy tails. These features are leant a demonic bent by the way their eyes seem to glow with embers, and their furred limbs end in obsidian claws. Despite that, the gathered people are in high spirits; laughing and drinking and enjoying the company of one another.

That is the way of Hellhounds; for all their intimidating stature, they still just want to be a bunch of happy doggos. It isn’t all innocent play though... we wouldn’t be observing them if that were the case.

One of the girls is in heat, and she has been spending the entire gathering walking from one end of the assorted folks to the other, getting them riled up and horny. Men, women, mixes of both... it didn’t matter to her. Which is good! Nobody wants to be left out of a gangbang, which is what the evening was sizing up to become. By the time the needy bitch has finished making a little gathering, there are all manner of hounds in her wake. She herself is an attractive lady, even though not all of her body complies to the standard female formula.

She probably stands at about six feet in height, with heaving great E-cup tits, a washboard stomach, and a musky quim with lips flushed with arousal and excitement... right above that however, are two pendulous orbs full of churning seed, and a footlong prick with a tapered tip, and a bulbous knot at the base. None of her prospective partners seem to mind; as far as they’re concerned, she’s just a willing womb that needs to be stuffed with pups. If that horny bitch wants to take and give? That’s just bonus material.

The woman comes to a stop, looking over her shoulder at the gathered hounds before wiggling a full ass, shooting her tail upwards. One of the Hellhounds steps forward; a huge man with a cock that reaches his knees. He grabs onto her arm and pulls her back. No words seem to be necessary; she practically falls into his arms, going for a hungry kiss full of tongue as her tail wags up a storm. The huge man releases her arm a moment later, only so that the both of them can get their hands involved with each other.

And now for a change of perspective. That heat-lusted, horny bitch down there? Surrounded by lovers for the evening, desperate for their touch. That Hellhound is you. At least for now. An experience like needs to be had from the perspective of the have-er, I’m sure you agree.

It’s the smell that hits you first, even before you’re brought into a pair of tremendous, strong arms. Sure, you’d been wafting your needy slit about as you travel from a-to-b, but that was just one source of sexual tension. Now there’s a whole gang of them; horny slits and hard cocks that pulse in time to their owners’ heartbeats. It’s a bouquet of horny pups, and the scent of them has your blood pounding in your ears.

There should be something wrong about just throwing yourself to the wolves, quite literally speaking. It’s impossible to care however. Nobody here would dare lay a hand on you in an actually harmful fashion. You’re a prospective partner, you could be the parent of one of theirs’ children. The arms wrapped around you are warm, strong, and the lips that capture your own half-part, to allow for a probing tongue to explore. There’s a hungry growl at the depths of his throat, and more hands join his own.

One particularly adventurous pair have already already grabbed at your ass; they’re slender and feminine. Your tail shoots right up again, and there’s a chuckle from the one you’re leant against. Still, words aren’t necessary, body language is the teller here. You do nothing to stop those probing fingers and simply enjoy the sensation of your toned rear being squeezed and played with. The lady at your back–either that or a seriously trappy guy–kneels down, until their face is level with your ass. Lips kiss your cheeks, and hands grope your heavy balls, which are already slick from the fem-lube trickling from your hidden snatch.

Your own prick is trapped between your abs, and the washboard of the person holding you, and the tip of it rests in your own under-cleavage. The member of your lover is another matter. It feels like a furnace-hot rod of iron has been pressed between your thighs. There’s a giggle from the woman at your rear, and you can hear her start to suckle. The one holding you moans and rocks his hips, apparently being made ready by a prospective cock-shiner before he gets a chance to take you.

The anticipation is killing you, and more men and women are joining in, masturbating and watching. Rough hands grab at your tits, giving them a slow squeeze until flesh pillows between their fingers. Your hands go out, and are quickly filled with dick. You only get a few moments to look at the two of them; both futa women, with dicks that put most men to shame. They’re both already slimy with someone’s saliva; maybe the same person’s spit, it doesn’t really matter. What matters is that they’re easy to jerk from base to tip, and you pay careful attention to massage their members lovingly.

It gets harder to pay attention to them however, as it would seem that the gentleman getting blown while he fucks your thighs has managed to finish reaching full ‘ardor’. The first sign is that the mouth busily sucking him off has instead swapped to your tight little ring, kissing and licking your sensitive pucker. The second sign is being lifted a foot off the ground, and feeling a spit-slick, burning-hot cock kissing the entrance to your depths. Tightening around it proves impossible–you’re so wet that any pressure you apply only makes your oily labia kiss the tip of his cock like a lover–and soon he’s letting you drop slowly back down again.

Nerve endings are rocked into overdrive as you’re gradually filled up. Every fold, every inch of flesh and womanly wall gets a chance to grind against the mammoth member. As this is going on, your backdoor lover lets out a throaty moan, mashed into your ass. Looking over your shoulder even as your toes twitch and curl shows that she too is being laid into.

No sense being greedy, there are plenty of lovers to go around. And there’s something very exciting about being eaten out by someone being fucked on their knees doggy-style by a seven-foot futa. For a long while you do your best to concentrate on the mixture of sensations assaulting you, since it very quickly proves impossible to actually look at all of the loving going on.

Your hands work up a furious pace of jerking, feeling pricks pulse in your grip. If you had the mental wherewithal, you could probably count their heartbeats through the tapered hound-cocks. Once the male vigorously filling your slit has managed to get to the base, your feet touch down on the ground again. Presumably so that he can start jackhammering in short, sharp thrusts. Each pound sends shockwaves throughout your body, and gasps of pleasure leak from your mouth as the tip of his dick mashes against your cervix, begging for entry.

But that is far too soon, if he wants in, he’ll have to earn it or get some help. The lass being pounded into your rear isn’t able to do much more than moan, although the occasional sloppy kiss is appreciated. More men and women have gotten involved with your body now. Your nipples feel like hardened diamonds, begging to be sucked on. Two girls have knelt down on either side of you, licking and sucking at your heavy cum-laden balls. Their hands massage your thighs, and occasionally they pause to kiss your quim when the odd thrust from your frontwards lover takes him too far out of your dusky snatch.

Fem-lube and pre-cum soak the floor between your feet, and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the air like an orchestra of smut. The sheer scent of so many lovers railing each other, and sucking, and mashing their cunts together is enough to cease all blood flow to your brain. Although you started this mess, only a cruel woman would be greedy enough to keep it all to themselves.

You can feel it in the way your lover pants for breath against your neck, and his rutting hits a fevered pitch. The knot of his prick has begun to grow engorged, battering against the lips of your pussy as it grows too large to sink into you. Part of you wants to relax and let him in, but getting knotted would mean one less partner. Instead you drag them into a hard kiss, releasing dicks in order to dig your claws into his back. He winces and gasps, growing tense against you.

And then it finally wells up. A torrent of thick alabaster soaking the walls of your womanhood and trying to knock you up. Once again you have to assert some measure of control over your need to breed, and push the man back before you clamp down on him. One of the women of the group haul him to the ground and climb onto his still-spurting cock, letting out an ecstatic cry.

For some reason your own first orgasm seems to still be on the far horizon, and you step away from your anal lover. The ladies knelt at your feet whine as their prize is taken away, although one of them immediately follows, diving face-first into your sodden box and slurping up precious cum like an addict. Actually, considering how deeply in heat you are, they probably have been reduced to addicts for pleasure.

Firm grips take you and start to reorient your body, sending a fresh thrill through your person. It takes some adjusting, but apparently they’re intend on finding a way to please every part of you at once. Soon enough, there’s a herm woman on the floor with the softest body you’ve ever felt. Everyone else seems to be a tower of muscle compared to her gentle curves, squishy tummy, and mammoth breasts. The only thing not soft is her cock, which you’re trying to line up with your cum-glazed quim.

At the same time, another individual is straddled behind you, grinding his bone against your well-prepared anus. Even that doesn’t seem to be enough to sate you though, and another woman saunters around in front of you, before getting low to the ground and presenting her cunt. The smell of a horny woman that isn’t your own body sledgehammers you in the face, and so much blood rushes into your dick that you’re afraid you’ll get a heart-attack or something. Pre oozes from your cumslit, dripping into the bellybutton of the futa you’re busily mounting.

The woman before you whines, looking over her shoulder with wordless need before wiggling her hips and spanking her own ass until she’s squirting her own excitement onto your futa.

A tiny part of your brain says that the softy beneath you isn’t your futa, but considering she’s about to fill you with pups, she certainly feels like yours. You reach out and grab the horny woman’s hips, unceremoniously hefting her onto your dick, even as you drop your hips.

Explosions of pleasure seem to go off in every part of your body, and it is a titanic effort to not simply orgasm then and there. Your asshole spreads wide around one lover, your cervix parts as it’s penetrated by a tapered head, and your cock is enveloped by a sultry furnace that wants nothing more than to wring it dry.

You cry out a babbling mixture of “fuck” and “yes” over and over, unable to move from the spot as you attempt to grow accustomed to so much simultaneous fulfilment. There’s a whooping and cheering from the many Hellhounds watching (at least those who aren’t busily engaged in coitus themselves). The biological need to breed is able to help you acclimate, and you try to move. Sympathetic whines come from your lovers as the simple act of lifting your hips and pushing the hound on your prick forwards sets off another series of fireworks.

Your hips drop down again, simultaneously hugging the fuckdoll splayed out on your prick towards you.

This time the cries of pleasure that erupt from you are cut off by a mouthful of cock. The taste of musky pheromones assaults your tastebuds, and you’re fairly sure this bone was just recently given to a different dog.

Not that it changes anything, you suck until your cheeks hollow, moaning into the mixed tastes of man and woman, clenching every muscle in your lower half until your lovers cry out in pleasure and pain. However you don’t let up on the clenching, lifting yourself up even as your body does everything within it’s power to keep these two buried in your depths. Every sensitive part of your body is triggered and you gush nectar like a fountain. Your ‘male’ portion is another matter entirely; this woman is no stranger to a big dick. She’s so light you can hold her up, and so wet she practically slides off of you.

Although you take your time with the lovers beneath and behind you, the woman mounted on you is treated like a fucksleeve, and you pound her relentlessly. She cries out so much it’s impossible for the observers to tell when she’s actually orgasming.

Not impossible for you though, as you jackhammer what you can only assume is her g-spot by the way it sets her eyes to rolling back in her head and her muscles to spasm and cling to your pole like an oiled piston. Her clit looks so engorged you can reach round to get it between a finger and thumb and rub, adding to her pleasure. Instead of simply cumming she rides on wave after wave of pleasure atop your cock, sucking you down to the hilt.

Your own knot has filled with blood, wide enough to smash into the girl’s labia and clit on each thrust. Altogether it’s too much for you to concentrate on each sensation, and your body is desperate to unload in this girl, plug her up, and make her gravid with your get.

...The soft grope of your balls from the grinning, moaning futa below you is the nail in that coffin, and you hammer yourself home, nearly slipping off of the twinned dongs buried inside of you. The gentleman face-fucking you steps away, jerking himself furiously as you spin the girl around, throw her arms up over your shoulders, and shove your tongue into her moaning mouth as you slam your knot home.

Her nipples press against your own, and her body continues its ecstatic breakdown, squirting around the base of your bitch-breaking knot as you pump her full of cum. Your balls feel like they’re tightening into your crotch as they unload an awe-inspiring quantity of potent spunk. The girl moans into your mouth, eyes glazed over as she comes down, twitching lamely. There is nowhere for it to escape around your knot, and she begins to already look pregnant

With her handled, and helplessly murring and cooing into your mouth, you can turn your attention to the other two. They look like they’ve been pushed over the edge of pleasure themselves after you’ve just finished cumming. You can still feel the walls of your pussy and the muscles of your ass riding the waves of your first orgasm, and there is a veritable swamp of male and female excitement coating the crotch of the futa beneath you.

She seems to be coping well with the weight of you and your knotted partner on top of her, if anything, she’s grown even harder; her endowment knocks insistently on the gates to your womb, squeezing out the cum of your first partner. Her and the man in your rear both take hold of your hips, squeezing in confirmation, and you’d swear they give each other a fond smile before lifting you in-synch.

“Oh fuck” you gasp between mouthfuls of horny hound.

They grin smugly “We’ve had a lot of practice sharing” growls your backdoor companion with a wiggle of his hips that stirs up your innards delightfully. Shivers work their way down your spine, ears flicking back as he starts to thrust and pound. Your ass quivers around the impact, and you can feel his balls smacking into his partner’s own shaft as she drives her hips upward in opposite-time, ensuring that you’re never without one of them penetrating you.

Some of the audience has begun to peter out, taking a partner or two and finding somewhere private to lay into one another. A few remain however, jerking off with a furious need. And then they begin to cum. They get close, men and futa that practically mash their cocks into you and your knotted partner’s maws before cumming. The two of you end up completely bathed in cream. It trickles between your pressed-together breasts and down your stomachs, making a glistening mess of your entwined limbs.

Their tumescant fuckpoles work relentlessly but slowly, granting you an eternity of bliss learning every intimate detail of their pricks. Likewise the woman hilted on your turgid knot seems to be regaining her senses, and using this chance to bounce herself on you. If you had been enjoying yourself before, being sandwiched by three writhing, beautiful people has blown that out of the water.

Hot breath washes against your ears, moaning sweet nothings about how wonderful your ass is. Each movement from the girl riding you causes a downwards thrust against the soft-curved Futa beneath you. In turn she mashes her knot up against your clit, the tapered tip of her prick bounces off of your g-spot before penetrating your womb. Your legs quake and you start to whimper, struggling to keep up. The heady musk of cum soaks the surroundings, and your body begs for more.

The only issue now is that the press of bodies is keeping anyone from getting a good thrust going, especially with someone trapped on your prick, milking it for everything it’s worth. A sudden pressure on your ring forces a squeal to your mouth, and your tail shoots straight up as it feels like a burning hot apple is forced into you before locking in place.

Thick, hot ropes of ivory fill you up, setting your guts to churning as the Hellhound buried into you lets out a howl of pleasure. The side-effect is that he’s apparently locked to you with the head of his cock literally pressed down on your rectal pleasure-button.

It’s almost painful as your prostate is forced to keep pouring cum into the overstuffed girl on you, enough that spunk even manages to squirt out of her around your knot. She starts to spasm again as she stretches a little more, being thrown over the edge into another orgasm–you’ve lost count by this time of how many that makes–calling you a rabid beast and professing her undying love.

If your own mind weren’t doing the exact same thing, there would be an opportunity for cynicism. You are left now with only one last person not to cum... the most important one, considering her prick has likely pumped out all of the baby-batter of your first suitor. The squishy sex-mattress of a woman would appear to have the greatest fortitude out of you all aswell. Not only that, she’s having an even harder time earning any thrusts now that you’re knotted on both sides and the lot of you are pinning her down.

She gasps for air, spanking the girl mounted to you until she squeals. There’s a sudden cry of pleasure (and no small amount of anguish that the moment is over) and she’s popped off of your cork, spraying jizz like a firehose as she flops off to the side and onto her stomach. It utterly coats the face of the futa, but she doesn’t seem to mind. Indeed, she laps it up and growls lustily before wrapping her arms beneath your legs.

There are even more surprises in store from the squishy-bodied futa as she manages to make it to her feet and pull your exhausted body off of her boyfriend’s dick, freeing your rear end from its imprisonment... Somehow, you suspect that doesn’t actually mean she’s finished.

Managing to keep her bone buried in your snatch she dumps you onto your back. There’s an actual sploosh from the cum-soaked ground, and your tail ends up immediately matted to your back. Your legs end up hooked over her shoulders, and her hands tenderly jerk off and play with your overworked cock and balls. The affections are gentle, entirely at odds with the way she rolls her hips, stirring up your cauldron as cum drools obscenely from your abused rear.

She latches onto one of your nipples, suckling and moaning until you feel utterly sated. You can feel your overwrought body relax around her with every gentle motion, and you wipe away sweat and cum from your forehead, still drunk on smell and lust.

It’s the first time you make proper eye-contact through the haze of being in heat, and her fiery eyes glitter with mischief. She pops off of your teat and licks her lips “Just wait, soon you’ll have a nice little breeders body like me~” the beautiful softy looks around, tail wagging cheerfully. “You’ve started quite a party! Let us not see you let down now.”

Her grip on your cock tightens, and she strokes you back to achingly full hardness, watching as watery aftershocks squirt into the underside of your own cleavage. Your balls are lifted out of the way so that she can get a proper look at your slit as she rolls her hips yet again.

The massive prick grinding the walls of your pussy into a pile of frayed sexual nerves only seems to get larger. It is still impossible to bring any kind of words to the forefront of your frazzled brain, they all seem to come out as various of “Fuck me!” or “Fill me!” or a half shambles of both words at once. She seems to appreciate the effort at least.

Once you’re all good and prepared for her once more, she wraps her arms around your legs and draws her pelvis slowly back. It feels more like she’s pulling you inside-out, inch after inch setting you to sparking until the barest tip of her prick has your flushed, soaking labia parted.

She doesn’t so much as pound into you after that as she does smash you into the ground, going from tip to base and punching into your womb in a split second. There’s no stopping either; you aren’t given a chance to recover before she’s already on the backthrust and going again. She tumbles into a pace of full, fast thrusts. Her hips slap into your ass, and your prick helicopters, oozing spunk in wild arcs.

It is actually possible to see how her dick travels through you, visible against your abs thanks to the sheer size. Desperate to make her finish, you hunker down with all your might, slamming your hips back into her with every thrust until you’re both louder than a roll of thunder. Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps, and the going gets harder as her knot begins to grow. Not that it stops her, instead every time she hilts herself you’re forced to stretch to accommodate, setting off bolts of pleasure that curl your toes every time.

Despite how many times you’ve already come, you still beat her to the next orgasm, crying out and clamping down on her. Your exhausted prick coats your own breasts in cum, but you can feel your lover reaching the ragged edge. You slip your legs from her shoulders and wrap them around the futa’s soft waist, squeezing for dear life. She takes this as her chance to sink down on top of you. Her teeth come down on your shoulder and lets out a possessive growl. The last inch of her knot swells within you, trapping there.

Her eyes squeeze shut and you can feel the entirety of her body seize up. It’s audible, the way her testicles shrink and cum blasts its way into your womb. You can practically feel her swimmers filling you up with little pups.

Despite the scorching heat of it all, and the way your body is a sticky fuck-mess, it feels like cool water putting out the fires of your ardor. As though you could think straight at last.

“Heat... sated...” you mutter into your final lover’s ear. She grunts and shifts, rolling onto her side.

“Oh, how perfect! I can go soft inside you while everybody else comes on us again.”

You blink back to reality, feeling sore everywhere and looking around. What started as a gangbang seems to have devolved into a camp-wide orgy. Nice.