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Rosie's Modernized Makeover Experiment
Rosie is a woman of tradition from a different era. Content with keeping her fashion sense and attire closely aligned with the rest of Cannibal Town’s 1910-20s populace. Plus, she does look nice in her signature red dress.
But Charlie Morningstar, trying to keep her redemption and rehabilitation dreams going. Wanted to convince the Cannibal Overlord on changing her outlook and social integration with the Pride Ring’s more 21st century populace.
The Princess of Hell offered an experiment to Rosie.
A Modernized Makeover Experiment.
After some convincing with Rosie, the old-fashioned lady decided to agree with Charlie’s unique proposal.
We start inside of Rosie’s Emporium within the buildings spacious dressing rooms. With Rosie inside said room getting dressed up with some clothes Charlie offered. Charlie waited outside for Rosie to be done.
“Are you sure these pants are a good idea, miss Morningstar?” Rosie called out from the room.
“Trust me Miss Rosie!” Charlie exclaimed. “The more modern you look, the better the results!”
“Well....Ok....”
Rosie finally exited the dressing room. With Charlie’s eyes going wide and her smile doing the same. “Yes! You look stunning!” She commented with two thumbs up.
Rosie came outside wearing a set of clothes highly unusual for a sinner like her to be wearing. Especially inside of Cannibal Town.
Her red Victorian era dress was nowhere to be seen, instead, Rosie wore a set of garments more fitting for a modern lady. A light cream-colored sweater with a matching set of tight blue jeans snug around her lower body. But hey, Rosie still at least had her hat on.
“Well, Charlie?” Rosie began to swirl and turn around, looking along her figure. “I must say I feel positively scandalous in these ‘denim trousers. Do you really think the sinner folks around Pentagram City will approve of my ‘modernized attire’?”
Rosie’s new figure was on full display for Charlie to admire. With Rosie taken note of her royal posterior. The tight denim jeans painted her curves in a...distracting picture. The tight pants accentuate her thighs and roundness of her behind.
“And would my kindly friends in Cannibal Town even recognize me without my bustle?”
“Trust me, Rosie. I promise my makeover will help you integrate with all the newer, younger souls in hell!” Charlie responded.
“Now then. I do have to go back to the Hotel for a bit to check things out. I’ll come back in an hour or two.” Charlie said. “Ok, gotta go! Bye!” She said as she slammed the entrance door behind her.
Some time later.
While Charlie was busy at the Hotel. Rosie was left alone to check out her new clothes further. She stood inside the empty Emporium storefront, with a large mirror in front of her allowing Rosie to get a better look.
She spun around facing her back to the mirror, looking over her shoulder to see an unobstructed view from the back reflected in said mirror. Rosie pouted and reached down back, her hand tracing along her hips and soon down to her denim clad booty. Striking a quick little pose which really showed off just how tightly the jeans wrapped around her legs and behind.
“Hmm? Is this what Charlie really meant by integrating with all those young sinners?” Rosie pouted. “Because I can guess that they'll certainly want to socialize with me....”
As Rosie was too occupied by the mirror and her body. She didn’t notice someone coming inside the Emporium.
The doorbell rang as the door opened and thus entered a new face.
“Excuse me! Is anyone h-”
A Hellhound resident of Pentagram City came inside of Rosie’s Emporium. Stopping in the middle of his sentence upon seeing Rosie finally noticed him.
“Well, hello there....” Rosie said. Still striking a pose and in front of the mirror still showing off her figure. With the Hellhound stunned in awe at seeing the Cannibal Overlord dressed up in new, more...distracting attire.
“H-Hello! Miss Rosie,” The Hellhound said. “I was...just wondering if you mind i do some shopping here...” He finished. Regaining his composure while Rosie spun around to look more presentable.
“But of course!” She exclaimed. “Just go find what you're looking for, and I'll be with you momentarily”
After a few minutes, the Hellhound, named Dante, found the items he was looking for and proceeded to finalize the payment with Rosie. Who was now behind the counter taking his order. And could see that Dante still had some blush still on his fluffy cheeks.
“I suppose you weren't expecting seeing a proper lady like myself wearing such scandalously modern attire, huh?” Rosie asked with a smirk and chuckle.
“Not really...” Dante replied. “From what I've heard you’re usually more old-fashioned, like the rest of the Cannibals over here?”
Rosie laughed. “Well, Charlie insisted I ‘embrace the times’ in order to integrate with younger, modern sinners round here” with Dante raising his brow wondering if Rosie was referring to the princess of hell, that Charlie.
“But don’t worry, darling hound. Just because I've traded my bustle for this sweater!” Rosie said. “And for these....tight pants...” she said while peeking down at her denim clad legs. “doesn't mean I've lost my touch. I'm still the rightful ruler of Cannibal Town!”
Both Rosie and Dante chuckled. With the Hellhound now feeling more comfortable to talk.
“I do like the choice of clothes, miss Rosie, especially those jeans....”
Perhaps a little too much?
“Oh, do i?” Rosie purred, a bit surprised by the Hellhound’s words. But smiled with her sharp teeth showing before leaning forwards, the ribbed wool of her sweater pulling taut across her chest. And her hat tilting up just enough to reveal her ebony black eyes, bottomless and gleaming.
“Darling, my prying pup~” Rosie drawled. “You’ve got quite the gail to ask a lady like me something like that outright? How deliciously brazen~” Her words and expression leaving Dante to just stand there. Trying to keep his cool while his face blushed once more.
“Perhaps little Charlie was right? Maybe these clothes do indeed let me ‘integrate’ with these sinners~” Rosie’s thought ran through her head. Still smirking at the Hellhound.
“Come here, puppy.” She wagged her finger in her direction. Intriguing Dante’s curiosity as he accepted her command. Due to her status as an Overlord, and because Dante knew things just got interesting.
Rosie and Dante entered the spacious dressing room she was in earlier. Leaving them alone in private.
Rosie stood before Dante, letting the silence thicken with the scent of wool and denim. Then, with a deliberate, sinuous spin and pose. Rosie turned her back to the Hellhound, leaving him to wait and watch as the Overlord rested her hand on her hip and peeked behind her, grinning.
“There” she muttered. “Take a proper look. No need to pretend to hide your curiosity, you know. It's adorable.” Dante’s eyes darted down to the main attraction, the fabric of Rosie’s new pants cupped the full, elegant round swell of her backside, the jeans digging into her crack and making her ass round and peachy like.
“These were tailored by Velvette who owed me a favor...and two fingers. They’re meant to draw the eye, she said~” Rosie said.
Dante’s eyes glowed in awe at such a sight. His muzzle slightly drooling at seeing this Overlord woman's rear sticking out, looking so inviting for a man to gawk at.
Rosie chuckled. “My my, what a delicious little mess you are, aren’t you~ All wide eyes and held breath, but i can see...and taste the heat coming off of you.” Her hand lowering down to rub and cup one of her denim clad cheeks.
“I’ve worn corsets that laced tighter around me then your little Hellhound hear right now.” She mused. “And look at you...you’re trembling.” Rosie kissed her teeth. “Is that fear? Awe?....Or just that Hellhound want of knowing what it’d feel like to grip these hips? To take a bite outta this piece of meat?”
Dante’s legs trembled, his tail wagged, his inner canine thoughts telling him to go for it.
To push this willing woman down to the floor and pounce onto her denim clad backside.
And do what Hellhound’s are meant to do...to rut...to ravage....to breed!
But Dante held back those urges, for now.
“Miss Rosie?” Dante went and asked. “Do you do me one favor, please?” he asked with pleading puppy eyes.
“Hmm? I suppose since you said please...” Rosie pouted. “Tell me” She murmured. “What is it you’d have me do, little hound?”
Dante took a deep breath and once again asked Rosie with profound boldness.
“Could you present yourself more by....getting on your hands...and knees?”
Rosie’s eyes widened still peeking over her shoulder. Her cheeks blushing with red. “Ohhh...” Rosie cooed, the tension thickening through the dressing room. “How Bold...How...Brazen, you naughty little puppy!” raising her fingers to her mouth, asking shocked.
“Me!” Rosie exclaimed. “Down on my hands and knees, like a common lady of the night.” She phrased with a velvet purr. “And for you? A mere Hellhound!?....how Dare you. The utter Gail, Darling~”
Under normal circumstances. Rosie should punish and devour this indecent man, or Hellhound in this case, for commanding an Overlord of her status to do something so unlady-like.
But under these circumstances instead....The curious and aroused Rosie responded differently to this unrefined gentleman.
“As...you...Wish~”
With slow, deliberate motion, Rosie lowered herself down onto her knees before the Hellhound. The sound of denim creaking against her thighs, and as Dante continued to watch such a glorious sight with canine happiness. Rosie giggled before leaning forward arching her back, and placing her hands onto the dressing room floor.
Rosie assumed the sinful position.
Arching her back more, Rosie presented herself fully, shamelessly. The jeans screamed with the strain. The Overlord was on all fours, every of that prime, sculped backside was on full display. Rosie could feel her pant stretching so tight round her ass and thighs it looked ready to split. The seams groaning as the denim jeans accentuated her prime Overlord tail like never before.
“There!” Rosie peeked over her shoulder. “Is this what you pleaded with your puppy eyes? You greedy little beast? A proper view? A Feast for your hungry eyes?” She teased and taunted.
Tilting her head more behind her, Rosie arched more and reached her right-hand back towards her rear. Grabbing her right denim cheek and putting on a show before such an uncultured beast.
*Spank!*
Rosie spanked her ass for the mesmerized Hellhound. She grinned with a toothy smile just as Dante did the same, Rosie chuckled more at showing off to him, her legs spread apart to make the suffocating denim more bearable. And exposing her backside even more.
“You should know I'm still an all powerful Overlord, you know?” Rosie cooed. “I’m a lady of choice, not conquest. And while I may...bend down gracefully, generously for a well placed request, I never break for submit!”
“Not for paws, not for claws, not for the hungriest eyes in the nine rings!”
“Just you wait, Darling...” she said ominously. “I’ll have you falling onto Your hands and knees once this is all said and done...” Rosie smirked at Dante with her ebony eyes and face telling Dante a promise she intends to keep.
Rosie’s words may have left Dante feeling a bit worried. It still didn’t distract him from the prime view of Cannibal Town’s own Rosie, down on her hands and knees with her prime ass tightly wrapped in some modernized blue jeans. And Dante took the opportunity to proceed forward.
“Grrr.....”
Dante quietly growled, he eagerly approached Rosie from behind. His hind feet stepping closer and closer, until the Hellhound stood firm behind his prey. Dante looked down at Rosie’s backside on display and her arched back. Seeing her looking over her shoulder, looking up into Dantes hungry Hellhound eyes, seeing something wild, something primal.
“Well? Don't keep a lady waiting, puppy~”
On instinct Dante dropped onto his knees behind that prime denim rear. His teeth showed from his maw as she growled again. He opened his clawed paws as they shook in the air for a moment, before Dante calmed those nerves and finally got his paws onto Rosie’s backside.
“Mmnn...” Rosie exhaled the moment his paws, hot, rough, sharp, and trembling with hunger. Gripped around the full, denim clad cheek of Rosie’s backside. Rosie’s body responded with dark delight. Not resisting. No...she arched.
Pushing her rear back into Dante's grip, letting his pointy fingers feast into the seams and fabric of her jeans. Rosie bit her lip feeling those fingers knead and claw into the denim.
“There you are~” She purred. Voice thick with velvet venom. “Just my little Hellhound, acting like the beast you were born to be~” Rosie laughed as she teased with the beast.
Rosie could hear Dante panting like a dog behind her. His Hellhound instincts getting aroused to the max. He squeezed and kneaded his pieces of meat, his tongue hanging out slightly as it caused some drool to land on Rosie’s jeans, lightly staining them in his scent.
“Remember, Dante?” Rosie said calling the Hellhound by his name. “You may have my well-endowed posterior in the palms of your paws...” She pushed back harder, grinding herself into his claws. “But I’ll have your soul in MY hands soon enough...” Rosie finished with a laugh.
“O-OH!?”
Almost after her words. Dante got bolder with his actions, Rosie’s scent grew more desirable to the Hellhound, thus, Dante started sniffing around Rosie’s backside. Leaning his muzzle down to run his nose all across Rosie’s bottom, thighs and crack where her pussy was.
“Ohhh, you sweet, ravenous little boy!” Rosie pouted with a chuckle, her voice a silky hum roaming through the air. She stayed perfectly in place, kneeling, poised, offering her rear to this horny animal. Her ebony eyes sparked with dark amusement looking behind her, hearing the soft, eager huffs of breath coming from Dante.
“Sniffing me, are we? My my, you really are ling up to your hellish nature...” Rosie shifted slightly, letting the curves of her backside rise up just a fraction higher, the denim fabric acing as Dante’s claws dug into the firm swell beneath her jeans. Not tearing. Not marring. Just Claiming.
“Mmm...You’ve got quite the grip~” Rosie joyfully wiggled those hips, playful little rolls that made the denim screech and creak. And indulge Dante into her backside.
Rosie put a finger to her mouth and bit on the tip. Watching Dante feast upon her with one ebony eye open. “You just can’t get enough of me! Can't you!” She laughed.
“I’ll make you my good pet soon enough...” Rosie once again said ominously.
Dantes ears perked up, this Overlord still thinks she oversaw this sinful scenario they’ve found themselves in. As Rosie giggled some more, Dante growled and stopped sniffing Rosie’s lustful scent, now moving on with the next phase of this act.
“Ho Ho Ho H-”
*Spank!*
“H-HHOO!?” Rosie gasped in shock, pain, and surprise.
Dante boldly slapped Rosie on her right cheek in a show of dominance. The sound cracked through the dressing room like a denim clad whip. Rosie’s denim clad peach jiggled, rippled, wobbled under the force of Dante’s paw. Making Rosie’s body push forward in response, she shivered. Both in recognition....and submission.
“OH!...you Bad Boy!?” Rosie said in surprise. “Well, well, looks like my pet finally found his fangs.” She didn’t flinch or pull away, no, she arched more.
“Again,” she whispered. “Do it again, Harder. Make this pretty little bird sing!” Rosie continued. “But remember...Every slap you give me? I’ll return it tenfold when I get my hands on you~”
Dante grinned. His voice dropped into a low, dangerous growl.
“Now, let the whole of Cannibal Town hear who-”
*Spank! Spank! Spank!*
Dante let his paws go wild. Now spanking both of Rosie’s cheeks like they were drums. Smacking her denim clad rear at various beats and intervals. Rosie’s mouth and eyes were open in shock at first, but soon her face went red as she started biting her lip, feeling herself submit to the paws of Dante, a low-class Hellhound.
Each sharp, rhythmic spank. One cheek, then the other. Sent ripples through Rosie’s denim booty, jiggling with an hypnotic, bouncy rhythm underneath Dante’s paws.
Rosie giggled. “You’ve got rhythm. I’ll give you that. A little savage with a sense of style!”
Her spine arched like a bow, her hips swaying slightly with the beat Dante laid across her backside. Glancing over her shoulder, her ebony eyes half-lidded, her breath coming just a little faster.
“We’ve only known each other for 10 minutes. And now? Here you are spanking me like I'm some common tart in a back-alley.” Rosie spoke. “And while i was helping dear old Charlie show me how to better integrate with the likes of sinners like you!”
“And when you’re done? When your hands ache and when the times right...I’ll be the one holding the leash soon!” Rosie said with velvet and poison.
As Rosie finished her sentence and the spanking continued. Dante kept watching her prime rear hypnotize him, his heart raced inside his chest as his muzzle drooled more and more. His Hellhound urges were growing too strong to hold back any longer. Dante then snarled as his canine heritage were commanding him to pounce. To fulfill his sacred duties as a Hellhound.
“F-Fuck! I can’t hold back any longer, Rosie...” Dante growled. “I gotta fulfill my rightful duties...I gotta....I GOTTA!”
The beast was unleashed.
With no build-up or foreplay. Dante the Hellhound pouched his ass onto Rosie’s. With all the subtly of a wild animal, Dante squatted down behind Rosie’s backside and planted his hind feet into the floor beside Rosie’s thighs and feet. And with one feral motion.
Dante Mounted Rosie.
“Ohh~!?” Rosie gasped, both in shock, and in delight. This wild Hellhound now assumed the Bulldog position. The most effective and optimal stance for mounting. Rosie felt the full weight of Dante, hot, heavy, trembling with feral need. Hearing his snarling behind her as she felt something hard pressing up against her crack.
Dante was so eager to get in position, he was too reckless as to not take off his pants first. Now, the Hellhound was pounced onto Rosie’s prime rear with both of their pants still on.
“Look at you, Dante!” Rosie laughed with a hint of suspense. “How animalistic for your kind! No patience, no ceremony, just Lust!”
Rosie continued. Feeling the heat radiating from the layers of pants behind her. Dante’s bulge pressing hot and hard against the warm swell of her ass. “You didn’t even take your pants off first... oh, darling. So eager. So desperate to claim me~”
Dante panted and grunted behind Rosie’s neck. She could see his tail wagging like crazy behind him. Rosie rolled her hips back into Dante, the fabric of her jeans creaking under the pressure, the bulge twitching at the contact against her ass.
“I’ve never made a sinner tremble for me like this~”
“Be a good little pet...and show old Rosie how you Hellhound get down to business!”
“GRRRR~~~”
Dante simply growled. And on base instincts started bucking his hips into Rosie’s denim clad booty. Not bothering with their pants being in the way, Dante just needed to hump away like a happy puppy. He grabbed hold of Rosie’s hips and started dry humping Rosie.
Shortly as Rosie started to adjust to this Hellhound’s primal actions. Suddenly, someone else arrived.
“I’m back, Rosie! How are the clothes do-....D-DOING!?”
Charlie Morningstar had just come back from the hotel and had returned at the worst time.
The cheerful and bubbly princess of hell was utterly stunned. Looking like she’d just walked in on the devil herself enjoying a snack. Rosie’s face and ebony eyes darted in the direction of Charlie, her face blushing as soon she gave Charlie a nervous smile and wave.
“C-Charlie!? P-Princess!? How nice of you to...r-return!?” Rosie spoke with a nervous chuckle.
Charlie’s face blushed into a deep red hue. Raising a clipboard to her face like it could shield her innocence.
As the princess watched, seeing dear old Rosie on her hands and knees, back arched, with a feral Hellhound firmly mounted behind her. Dante was too much in a state of lust to care, he was continuing to mindlessly hump Rosie’s bottom like a wild animal in heat, the sound of denim cheeks clapping, and animalistic grunting and growling echoed through the dressing room.
“I...I just back to check on how...how...the new clothes are faring....” Charlie stuttered.
Rosie smirked and giggled at Charlie’s reaction.
“Well, as you can see, princess...I’d say your little experiment was a resounding success!”
“I met this Hellhound not even 15 minutes ago, and thanks to your suggestion on having me try on these modern clothes. I’ve turned this Hellhound into a feral Beast under my command!” Rosie exclaimed with a chuckle. “Dante here is now a drooling, rutting beast thanks to nothing but a tight pair of jeans and a sweater~”
“You wanted social integration, Charlie? Well, you certainly got it!”
Charlie stammered. “I-I meant socially integrating as in something calm and casual! A way to help you get along better with other sinners...Not...T-THIS!” The princess continued as Dante kept on humping Rosie like his life depended on it. Deep in a state of heat.
“Ohh~” Rosie cooed. “Oh, sweet, naive little Morningstar...You don’t really know the in’s and out’s of how sinners traditionally ‘socialize’ with each other~”
Charlie stood there twitching partially hiding her face with the clipboard. It was clear that her experiment trying to help the Cannibal Overlord...went in a much, much different direction than she hoped for.
*Thud-Thud-Thud!*
The sinful sound of Rosie’s rump getting hammered into like a piston rang through the room. Despite Dante and Rosie’s pants still being on, to them it was just as pleasurable as if they weren't wearing any. Dante wasn't just fucking, he was claiming, each primal lunge signaling his conquest. And Rosie gleefully accepted her place underneath the rabid Hellhound, as if she wasn't a powerful Overlord with a reputation.
Charlie decided that now was the time to give these two feral animals some peace.
“Good seeing you, princess~ tell my residents of Cannibal Town that the Emporium is closed for...renovations...”
Rosie wished Charlie good luck as she fumbled the door shut behind her.
Now that Rosie and Dante were left alone to their devices. The Hellhound decided to finally get to the main event.
After gaining the courage to stop thrusting his canine hips. Dante growled as he pulled away, briefly un-mounting himself from his female, franticly unbuckling his belt until Dante was able to kick off his jeans and boxers.
"Ohh, look at that.” Rosie moaned. “Looks like my puppy is Very happy to see dear old Rosie~” she commented on the sight of Dante’s fully erected Hellhound cock. Red, throbbing, leaking with pre-cum as Rosie took notice of the budging knot.
“Just what are you planning on doing with that, Dante?”
Dante responded by grabbing the elastic band of Rosie’s jeans, and pulling the denim pants off her succulent rear, peeling her pants past her round rale cheeks as soon Rosie’s jeans were left hanging down between her thighs. The same jeans that started this whole ordeal now off, along with Rosie’s lacy underwear.
“Finally, your prize on full display~” Rosie’s finely shaped sinner booty was left exposed. Her mature hole’s unobstructed as Dante’s eyes darted towards the sight of Rosie’s dripping Overlord pussy. Pink around her pale, ashy skin tone.
“Well, puppy? You just gonna stand there? Or are you gonna fuck m-” Rosie suddenly gasped. “M-MMEE!?”
Dante re-mounted his prized backside. Back into the Bulldog pose once more as Dante franticly lined up the tip of his Hellhound cock with Rosie’s entrance. Rosie was unable to say anything over Dante’s animalistic growls as she saw there was nothing else she could do. But now let this Hellhound commence his prized ritual...
And show the Cannibal Overlord how Hellhound fuck in Doggystyle.
*POP!*
Dante pushed his hips forward sliding his canine cock within Rosie’s sacred walls. She threw her head back in a mix of shock, surprise, and pleasure. Her eyes and mouth wide open in the :O expression. Feeling Dante slip more of his length deeper inside, growling in raw pleasure at the tightness of Rosie’s Overlord pussy.
“OH!? YOU BEAST!?” Rosie shuttered as Dante grabbed hold of her mature hips and got down and dirty, straight into the raw, primal fucking.
After all the teasing. All the dry humping. Dante finally got to take Rosie, the all-powerful Cannibal Overlord from behind like the pure-blooded Hellhound he was. Grinning with a wide, toothy smile gritting his teeth, thrusting his Hellhound cock and stretching Rosie’s walls apart. Rosie’s prime backside bounced and wobbled from Dante’s ritual, her back arched with skill as she let this low-class beast rut her like a bitch in heat.
“F-FUCK!! How does my good little Rosie feel!” Dante grunted between his teeth. “An Overlord of your status? Submitting on your hands...and knees? Before a Hellhound right in the middle of your abode!” Dante moaned out before the animal grunts and growls came back.
Rosie peeked over her shoulder after Dante’s words. Her ebony eyes half-lidded and mouth open, witnessing the sight of the once shy and proper Hellhound, now descended into a wild animal in heat. Crouched down in a squat and firmly mounting his female as any self-respecting Hellhound doe’s. His clawed paws digging into her hips as Dante pounded Rosie’s pussy like a happy little pussy.
His canine tongue was hanging out of his muzzle. Dante panted and drooled onto Rosie’s lower back like a brainless mutt. His eyes fueled with primal lust wide open and locking eye-contact with Rosie’s ebony ones, letting the Overlord know what her place was.
Rosie chuckled with laughter between moans. “You call this ‘Doggy-style?’ or ‘Hellhound-style?’ my depraved pet!” She joked.
“Doe’s my pet love taking his master for a wild ride!?” Rosie began teasing.
“Doe’s my sweet little Dante like feeling in control of a Overlord like me!?”
Dante began growling as Rosie continued.
“Enjoy it while it lasts! Because once you’ve had for fun...Dear old Rosie is going to remind you who’s the Overlord in the room...”
Rosie proudly reminded Dante of what’s coming, once Dante was finished with his woman, that woman would make sure she’ll be the once charge next time.
Rosie’s words kept leaving her lips. Eventually leaving Dante with no choice but to remind Rosie that the Hellhound was in charge.
“I’ll show you who’s your master, and why dear old Rosie wi- MMMPH!?”
Dante snarled as he reached his right paw towards Rosie’s toothy mouth. Covering her mouth mid-sentence as Rosie’s eyes widened, she moaned into Dante’s paw muffling herself as Rosie’s face blushed. Hearing Dante growling in a show of dominance behind her. Rosie’s body shuttered as she felt the Hellhound lean forward putting his weight onto her arched back, hearing Dante growl against her ear.
“Less talking, more fucking!” Dante snarled, Sending a shiver up Rosie’s spine. “Now learn your place and get...fucking...BRED!!”
Dante kept his right paw pressed into Rosie’s mouth while his other hand grabbed at her shoulder. Leaning himself against Rosie’s back and fully getting into the position a Hellhound gets into when fucking his bitch. Letting her feel his warm, ragged breaths against the back of her neck.
Rosie’s ebony eyes remained wide open, staring forward unable to peek over her shoulder due to Dante’s paw. Unable to see, but able to feel and hear the Hellhound consumed with animalistic lust behind her. Rosie’s continued to moan into his paw, with her moans getting overlapped by Dante’s growls and grunts of pure animal fervor.
Whatever control Rosie had was now gone, the Hellhound named Dante had all the power over her. Rosie was unable to do anything, all the Cannibal Overlord could do now was remain in place. on her hands and knees, her back arched, ass up, getting mounted and ravaged like a dog, by a dog.
Rosie was no longer the prim, proper, and powerful Overlord of Cannibal Town.
Right now, and to Dante, Rosie was just a bitch in heat. To keep her mouth shut and let the male in charge have his way.
To fuck.
To mount.
To breed!
Dante held nothing back on Rosie’s pussy and backside. Rutting into her with the speed, strength, and reckless abandonment of a wild animal. Ramming his whole length inside of Rosie’s helpless pussy, Rosie could feel the bulging tip of Dante’s Hellhound cock prodding against her cervix, the gateway to the Cannibal Overlord’s womb.
Rosie’s legs and arms trembled, trying to keep in her submissive pose. Her ebony eyes half lidded and fluttered, Rosie began accepting her place and moaned in pleasure into Dante’s paw. Digging her nails and fingers into the dressing room floor, letting her thoughts run wild.
“This isn’t sex, this is a Conquest!” Rosie’s thoughts spoke to herself. “Me, an Overlord of my stature, letting this feral animal take me like I'm some common sinner bitch~”
Rosie remained in her thoughts, feeling Dante’s ragged breathing on her neck. Grunting in raw pleasure with each thrust, his claws digging into Rosie’s sweater, the swelling knot pressing up against her lips, the veins and pulsing shaft against her inner walls.
“No sinner has ravaged me quite like this puppy has~” Rosie thought. “Perhaps now i should treat Hellhound with more respect from now on....” she laughed in both her head and Dante’s paw.
“Wonder what your Cannibal friends? Your fellow Overlord’s? Or your pal, Alastor would think if they saw you now!?” Dante teased and grunted. His nostrils flaring up against Rosie’s neck, his heavy balls swinging into her clit with each thrust.
Dante’s words sent shivers up Rosie’s spine. Just what would happen to her reputation if someone other then then Charlie Morningstar had walked in instead.
though as Rosie pondered that scenario, she could feel Dante slowly losing it behind her. His breaths, grunts, and growls got more desperate and feral. He started trembling against Rosie’s body, his trusting grew more feral and wilder. Ramming himself against Rosie’s cervix like his tip were a battering ram.
Rosie could tell that this poor Hellhound was about ready to bust his furry nuts.
“F-FUCK! O-OOhh here it comes. Here it come. Here it...COMES!!”
Dante then announced his impending climax. His final seconds of thrusts were lightning fast as Dante’s words degraded into raw animal noises, Rosie could almost feel Dante’s tip split her cervix open and enter her womb.
Rosie ebony eyes closed half-way as she braced herself for her fate, her destiny, her purpose. Rosie knew that this feral Hellhound wasn’t going to pull out, not after everything they’ve said and done until now. Dante was going to knot Rosie. And pump every drop of Hellhound spunk into this Overlord’s defenseless womb.
Rosie’s womb and ovaries quivered in anticipation. And although it was a trait in Hell that sinners like Rosie were infertile, and couldn't reproduce unlike natural born demon like Dante, the feeling and sheer taboo nature of Rosie letting the seed of a Hellhound flood and occupy her Overlord womb sent her just as wild as the Hellhound rutting into her.
“UGH! Brace yourself bitch! Cause you’re gonna get...F-Fucking...BBRRRED!!”
ds Rosie’s juices ran down her thighs as Dante began pressing hit knot hard into Rosie’s pussy. Until Dante did one hard final thrust, making Rosie take the whole knot with an audible pop. Dante was balls deep inside of Rosie before throwing his head back violently and letting out a noise of ecstasy for the whole of Cannibal Town to hear.
“GGGRRRAAAUUGGHHH!!!”
“MMPPHH!!??”
Rosie’s ebony eyes shot open wider than they've ever been. She moaned in ecstasy into Dante’s paw as she felt it, his cock pulsed like mad inside her as a flurry of hot, thick, white, potent Hellhound seed shot from his tip like a firearm. Shooting past Rosie’s cervix and directly into its new home.
Rosie trembled with each rope. Feeling the warm white ropes painting the inside of her womb, with Dante grunting and snarling with each rope too, his Hellhound nuts churning and pulsing against Rosie’s clit as soon. The ropes were replaced with thick globs of virile Hellhound spunk, ready to leave Dante’s balls and occupy Rosie’s helpless womb.
The euphoric sensation of Dante’s puppy batter filling Rosie up to the brim, sent Rosie’s pussy into overdrive. She couldn’t help but climax with Dante too. Rosie trembled harder underneath the Hellhound as her orgasm rippled throughout her body. Mixing with Dante’s seed.
It caused Rosie’s pussy to milk Dante’s Hellhound cock of every last swimmer from his balls. Rosie’s womb trembled as she felt it overflow at max capacity, turning Rosie’s womb more into a water balloon flooded with all of Dante’s eager swimmers swimming around in their new home.
After a few more seconds Dante’s climax soon subsided. Having been drained of every drop his cock stopped throbbing as Rosie still felt him knotted inside her. Dante breathed heavily regaining his strength and soon releasing his paw from Rosie’s mouth.
“*Gasp*” Rosie gasped out for air the second his paw was freed from her mouth. She regained her own strength as Dante rested atop her back, holding her shoulders as he remained mounted to her rear. His knot sealing all his cum inside of Rosie’s pussy.
“Still consider yourself the on charge now, huh?” Dante teased.
“G-Give me a moment...D-Dante....” Rosie said between breaths.
Half an hour passed by as Rosie waited for Dante’s knot to shrink. After it did so and allowing the Hellhound to finally pull out of Rosie’s pussy. Causing a fair bit of his seed to leak out from said pussy and run down her thighs and stain her jeans. With most of his cum residing inside her womb.
Rosie and Dante got cleaned up and dressed. Wiping away any leftover fluids as Dante put his jeans back on, while Rosie decided to undress herself talking off the sweater and blue jeans. Leaving the messy pile on the floor as Rosie got redressed into her signature red dress.
“While those clothes Charlie gave me certainly have their ‘perks’ I’ll always have a fondness for my dresses.” Rosie said. Doing a little twirl with Dante watching.
Dante smirked. “Well, whatever you’re wearing, a dress or a pair of tight jeans...you still look delectable~” he said licking his muzzle and giving Rosie a chuckle.
“Quite funny with the gentlemen comments there, puppy.” She pouted. “Don’t even a few minutes ago, you were treating and degrading me like a wild little thing~” Rosie giggled.
“But you certainly loved that, did you?” Dante replied.
“Hmm...you make a good point” Rosie smirked.
“Now then, since you finished and had your fun....” Rosie then began to grin. “I think it’s about time i kept my promise to you~~” Using her Overlord powers, a golden thread appeared from Rosie’s hand as it started to wrap around Dante’s neck. The Hellhound was too slow to react as the Cannibal Overlord reminded him who was the real head bitch in charge.
“I hope you don’t mind becoming my new pet from now on?” Rosie teased with a toothy grin pulling Dante in closer. The golden threat wrapped more around his body, leaving him unable to wiggle free. Dante’s face went red as a small wince left his muzzle.
“If old Rosie needs her Hellhound to come over...you’ll do exactly what I'll say, deal?”
Rosie glided her finger along Dante’s cheek and muzzle. Locking eyes with the Hellhound.
Dante simply gulped some saliva. “As...As you wish....my lady.” Dante spoke softly as Rosie tugged on the thread. “M-MASTER!...i-i mean master...” he then corrected himself.
“Good boy~”
Rosie then gave her new puppy a kiss on the cheek. Twirling her finger around the thread holding Dante in place, ensuring that after her previous pet, Alastor, had broken out of their deal.
Rosie was going to make sure this Hellhound wouldn't be breaking free anytime soon.
END