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Terin stumbled from the ashes of his former home, coughing heavily. It took him a moment to fully understand what he'd done, but even a novice cleric like himself could understand its severity. His home was in flames, the summoning circle he'd drawn nothing more than burnt chalk, and now a demon was free in the realm.

Foolish. He'd thought he could do the Church a service by summoning and banishing a demon on his own. True enough, it was the same thing that necromancers and mages did, but Terin was doing it for an enitrely different reason. As far as he was concerned, if he was able to get rid of one demon after summoning them, then that was one less demon that other mages would be able to summon and use for evil.

Of course, things hadn't quite turned out that way. They never did. The lizard's tail swung about in agitation behind him, and his burnt robes barely held together in the wind. The tight, virgin ass the cleric had was plainly visible, not that he was aware of it -- and even if he had been, well...

He had more things to worry about. Like the demon that was now on the loose, that he had unleashed and that the Church would almost definitely find out about.

Alright, Terin, you did this to yourself._The cleric frowned, his thoughts moving rapidly. He'd summoned a demon of wrath, thinking that it would be the easiest to overwhelm; he hadn't expected the demon to somehow burn through his magical protections. That meant that magic would more than likely be less efffective against this particular breed of demon, which meant he would need to do something else. _Fix it, Terin. You're smart enough, you can figure out how...

He thought. The demon he had summoned was a demon of wrath, yes, and a powerful one besides -- but all demons had their own weaknesses. All he needed to do was find the right one. As a demon of wrath, he suspected that this one would be more resistant to physical forces and offensive magic...

Which meant he would need to use something different. Divine light by itself wouldn't work if he couldn't weaken the demon first; he had to play to one of the demon's natural weaknesses, whatever that might be. Ice? No, more likely that it would be another vice, another sin...

Lust, perhaps. Terin grimaced slightly at the thought, but it was the best he had to work on. He'd noticed the way the demon had stared at him hungrily whie he had still been trapped within the summoning circle; this time around, he imagined, it wouldn't be particularly different.

Now he just needed to find the demon. It had vanished almost as soon as it had wrecked his home, but a cleric wouldn't be very good at their job if they weren't able to do something simple like figure out where a demon had gone. A short burst of magic, and...

There. Wrecking a nearby, completely empty house, apparently-- in a mindless rage, like most summons tended to be when first summoned, though this one was lasting longer than most. He needed to be able to subdue the demon somehow before he could banish hm. How he would do that was a little beyond him, but he was a cleric. He had to at least try. Except he needed to distract the demon with his lust, and he had no idea how others would normally go about seducing seven foot tall, muscular demons. Heck, Terin didn't have any experience at all when it came to seducing anyone. Clerics were required to abstain from sex, and even before he'd become a cleric...

Well. There wasn't any need to go into that. Terin took a deep breath and approached the demonic creature thrashing the house, trying to keep himself as small and unthreatening as possible. "Uh... hi?"

There were better pickup lines to go with, he reflected, even as the wrath demon turned an angry gaze upon him. "Summoner," he sneered. "I didn't think you were still alive. You think to defeat me now? You have little power to your name, and even less on your body."

"I know, I know," the cleric said, fidgeting a bit. "Your name is... Xevias, right? Demon of wrath?"

"Names have no power over me," the demon said, his eyes narrowing at the cleric. "I do not know what you think to try, but you will find that I am not swayed so easily by the mere utterance of my name. I am a servant to wrath and destruction, not a mere imp that would bend to the whims of a summoner -- and certainly not a mere cleric."

For a demon of wrath, he was rather wordy, though Terin wasn't about to say that to Xevias' face. The demon looked a couple of seconds away from ripping off the lizard's head, and he wasn't about to push the boundaries any further than was necessary.

"I know, I know," he said, holding up his hands in what he hoped was a pacifying offer. "I was just... uh... hoping that..."

He didn't really know how to finish his sentence, cleric that he was. Blushing furiously, the cleric turned around, his tail lifted; the burnt robe exposed the scaled ass that was hidden by the folds of his cloth. It was enticing, though the cleric was new to it; he had a good, faintly muscled body, and his ass was tight and round.

All the same, the demon behind him snorted out a laugh. "You think to tempt me with your body?" Xevias shook his head. "And a cleric, no less. And what makes you think I don't have better partners in Hell? That your body would be any particular weakness of mine?"

"But, uh..." Terin searched for the words, uncertain. He barely knew what it was that men did with other men in the bedroom; all he had to go on were tales that he'd heard before he became a cleric, and the few glimpses he'd seen in alleys during his walks around the city.

He knew that the ass was involved, and that the demon would probably find it attractive. He shook his butt about slightly, the robes falling apart at the movement and showing off the tight pucker between his cheeks. "It doesn't matter, right? I mean, the worst that can happen is that you get to, uh... fuck..." He blushed a bit at the word. "A cleric. And that's an accomplishment, right? It's not like I can do anything to you after..."

Which was true, he realized. He had no idea what he would be doing to the demon once he'd lured him into his trap. He was too far in to change his mind, however. Might as well go all the way with it, and figure things out as he went along. "And, uh... you can boast about it, right?"

"That is true." The demon couldn't quite hide the note of interest in his voice; it came out as a faint growl underneath the aggression, a chill that rode down Terin's spine and hinted at things to come. "Clerics are particularly tough victims for demons. But what makes you so willing, little lizard? Why give your body and your powers where your peers would fight to the death?"

"W-well..." Terin blushed a bit, thinking rapidly to find an answer. "You're just... so powerful, and I know I don't stand a chance against you... and I've always wanted to know what it would feel like to have a p-penis inside me..."

He couldn't believe he'd said those words -- and by the looks of things, the demon couldn't, either. Xevias blinked in disbelief before a slow smirk grew across his expression and he stepped forward, heavy footsteps thumping against the ruined debris on the floor. "You do have a particularly welcoming ass," he muttered, thick fingers rubbing against the base of the lizard's tail.

Terin couldn't help himself. He hadn't expected to feel any pleasure at all, but the sensation of rough skin over his tail made him groan unexpectedly, both his tail and his cock twitching. He'd never even known that part of his body was sensitive, but... apparently it was. He'd lied, of course; he'd never considered even once what it would feel like to have a prick buried deep inside him -- but now he was starting to wonder if he had missed out.

The cleric blushed, a reddish tinge to his scales as he let the demon fondle the base of his tail. Xevias' hands would brush against his hole ever-so-briefly every once in a while, as though teasing him, and every time the cleric couldn't help but let out a little yelp as he jerked forward. Hard as he tried, he couldn't control his reaction; he was far more sensitive than he'd realized.

"Heh." Xevias shook his head. "Even if this is some trick, I have a feeling that I may be the one coming out ahead here, cleric. You are aware that demons of wrath are not particularly known to be gentle?"

"O-of course!" Despite the ridiculousness of the whole situation, Terin couldn't help but sound slightly offended. If there was any part of his studies that he'd put a lot of effort into, it was demonology -- and wrath demons being violent was something basic that most people understood even without study. "I-I can take anything you care to dish out."

"You may regret saying that, little lizard." Xevias chuckled, his voice low and deep, reverberating in the ruins of the house around them. If Terin had had the presence of mind to look behind him, he would have seen the large, horned creature take off what little clothing he wore. Underneath the loincloth was a large, thick shaft, already throbbing with arousal and wet with precum.

Of course, he didn't turn around. He didn't want to subject himself to this... this humiliation any more than was necessary, he told himself. All he needed to do was to distract the demon for long enough for help to arrive, or for him to figure out some way to banish the demo--

All thoughts of doing such vanished the moment he felt the tip of that demonic shaft press against his tailhole. The cleric moaned out loud like a slut in heat at the sudden surge of pleasure, the demonic precum interacting with his body and his magic to overwhelm him with sensation. He whined out loud, pressing his ass back against the demon's cock, his own suddenly aching within his robes.

Xevias let out a laugh. "Eager now, little lizard? Perhaps you should have read into demonic anatomy a little more carefully. Or did you forget about the corrupting power that our seed carries?"

In truth, Terin had forgotten -- but he wasn't about to admit that to the demon of wrath, even if said demon currently had him bent over in the dirt and was pushing a thick, red shaft into him. The cleric let out a little whimper of pleasure in response, pressing himself back against the demon, his mouth falling open slightly to pant.

He was just distracting the demon, he told himself. But more and more he couldn't help but notice how good it felt to be owned in this way, to have his hole violated by a demon, of all things. It was so wrong, leaving behind everything he knew, but the forbidden nature of it all...

It sent a rush of blood to his cock that he hadn't felt for years.

It wasn't long before Xevias had hilted within him, hot red balls pressing against his own scaly hide. The lizard let out a little whimper as he struggled to adjust; the demon hadn't tried to make the ride comfortable for him, although demon seed naturally dampened the pain of penetration and amplified the pleasure. If not for that, Terin would undoubtedly be whimpering in pain rather than pleasure.

Now, however, the hard shaft in his ass only brought a warmth to his chest and a need that could only be fulfilled by one thing. He _groaned_as Xevias began to move, pressing his shaft in and out of his hole; the ridges along the demon's shaft slid slowly along the lizard's prostate, pushing and rubbing against him and sending a shiver of pleasure up his spine.

Xevias laughed behind him as his dick pushed into the lizard's tight hole, eyes dancing with pleasure and amusement. Even knowing that the cleric was likely planning something -- or was at least trying to delay him -- he had to admit that taking the deal was worth it. Seeing the slender lizard bent over in front of him, tail raised and scales red with embarrassment at how much pleasure he felt...

He couldn't wait to see what Terin would look like when he was cumming. The demon growled, pushing in until he hilted within the lizard, _grinding_into the poor cleric and listening with delight to the moan he barely withheld. The cleric was far beyond rational thought by that point; he'd long ago stopped thinking about how he might use this moment, take advantage of it to send the demon back to Hell.

It was beyond him to even think about stopping. Terin's mind swam with pleasure and he let out a low groan as he raised his tail just a little bit more, giving the demon better access to his body. His cock throbbed beneath him, the hardened shaft brushing gently against his robes with each thrust and staining it with his precum.

He didn't dare to think what the other clerics might think if they found him like this -- but he was rapidly starting to realize he didn't care. This was what he'd been missing out on with the class he'd chosen, and now that he'd experienced it, he wasn't sure he could live without it. "X-Xevias," he gasped, groaning, claws scrabbling at the dirt. To his own embarrassment, he found himself pushing back against the demon, needing more.

"Slut," the demon said in response, amused. He grinded his cock in, pressing deep into the cleric and rolling his hips so that all those bumps and ridges along the length of his shaft would tease against the lizard's prostate. The poor fellow could barely breathe; he was panting, moaning...

And all at once, he stopped. The demon pulled back, his cock making a wet slurp as it slid out of the cleric's loosened asshole; the lizard made a confused sort of whimper as he did so, looking back at the demon in confusion. It was a cute little sight, really; a lizard with a blush on his face, dressed in holy robes, tail raised and eager...

"W-why did you stop?" Terin asked. He hated how needy he sounded, how desperate -- but he couldn't help it. He'd felt pleasure for the first time, that thrill of arousal and need as he was filled and put into his place. He didn't want it to stop, and he couldn't fathom why it had.

"It seems to me, cleric, that you don't quite know your place." The wrath demon grinned down at the cleric, amusement in his eyes. He leaned back on some rubble, his cock still hard and leaking. It was almost funny how Terin couldn't quite keep his eyes off of the man's erection; his gaze was practically fixated on the demon's cock. Xevias lifted a foot, wiggling his toes in the cleric's direction, and watched as Terin's attention was drawn towards that instead.

"What..." The cleric said softly, his voice apparently confused and uncertain. He couldn't deny the way his cock had suddenly twitched when he'd noticed the rough soles on the demon's feet; his sensitive nose sniffed at the air, suddenly aware of a strange, earthy musk that had filled the air.

Xevias chuckled. He'd always had a thing for having his feet worshipped; it seemed that having the incubus he'd met enchant them had been a good idea, after all. "You know what you have to do," the demon prompted, wiggling his toes once more.

The poor cleric groaned, seeming simultaneously confused and horny -- but he couldn't help himself as he crawled forward slowly, his tail still raised and swaying behind him. Xevias had to admit, the sight was arousing; it took a great deal of effort not to take the lizard again right then and there... But he had his plans, and they involved making the little cleric into a toy he'd enjoy playing with.

That meant teaching the cleric his place.

Terin didn't -- couldn't -- understand his arousal at seeing the demon's feet and those bare soles exposed to him. He'd never before had a thing for feet. He'd never before had a thing for anything, and yet now he was staring at the demon's red toes, at the slightly calloused skin. It stretched along Xevias' soles with every flex of his feet, every wiggle of his toes, and his eyes were impossibly drawn to it.

Before he realized it, the cleric's face was in the demon's feet and giving them a deep sniff; he let out a soft little moan as he did so, the smell triggering something within his brain. A deep, primal arousal of sorts -- a need, a desire that was new and alien to him.

Before he even realized what he was doing, his hands had pulled the demon's feet towards him and he pressed a kiss on the ball of one foot. His tongue darted out, dragging across the Xevias' sole; it tasted of sweat and sin, of indulgent pleasures he'd never once felt but now suddenly wanted...

He barely felt or saw the black that slowly spread across his scales, the way his scales seemed to mutate and grow into spikes along his shoulders. His cock throbbed and twisted beneath him, ridges forming along the normally smooth shaft. Corruption was spreading within him, and even if he had known, Terin wasn't sure he would have stopped it.

He wasn't sure he would have tried at all. His licks were eager, now, and he felt the magic manifesting around him as his tongue lapped around the demon's toes, as he took them into his mouth and sucked breathlessly on them. He let out a panting sort of moan as he did so, his eyes glazing over with pleasure -- only for the demon to pull them back abruptly, smirking.

"X-Xevias?" Terin looked up, his eyes pleading -- but the word didn't seem right. He shook his head slightly. "N-no. Master... Please."

The demon in question smirked. It had definitely been worth the price the incubus had wanted. Xevias pushed Terin down against the ground, his chest flat against the dirt and that corrupted, loose hole exposed -- still slick with his fluids, still leaking drops of demonic precum down along the lizard's legs.

His cock slid in easily this time, and Terin moaned like a whore in heat. There was no hesitation, no doubt; he pushed back against the demon's cock and enjoyed every second of it, spreading his legs wider and groaning, his manhood twitching and spurting precum as he did so.

Xevias spared nothing for the now-corrupted cleric. He was rough, pounding in and out of Terin's hole, _using_him for nothing more than his pleasure -- and the lizard seemed to love every second of it. He couldn't remember how many times he came before the demon had his own orgasm; the first was a splatter of seed across his robes and the floor, and Terin had torn off the remainder of his burnt robes in frustration.

The second was when the demon had shoved him against the wall and began ramming into him, somehow harder than before. He was forced against the brick, his cock slapping against his stomach with every thrust, and before long he'd allowed himself to cum again. By then his mind was gone; he was little more than a slut for the demon, eager to be used and abused.

Terin lost count of how many positions they fucked in, how many times he cried out the demon's name -- but Xevias finally growled in his ear as he lifted the lizard off his feet, shoved him down on his cock, and hot, demonic seed flooded into him and spilled out the sides of his ass. That moment he remembered.

It was the moment he was happily, utterly corrupted, and the moment he allowed himself to belong to Xevias, body and soul.