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Name: Marcus Species: Panther

Health: 38/38 Lust: 20/20 Corruption: 00/25

Strength: 11 (+0) Dexterity: 12 (+1) Constitution: 15 (+2) Intelligence: 14 (+2) Wisdom: 17 (+3) Charisma: 12 (+1)

Skills:

Spell: Bind 3 (+3, 6) Perception 3 (+3, 6) Agility 4 (+1, 5) Magical Knowledge 5 (+2, 7) Persuasion 4 (+1, 5)

Inventory:

Smart Phone w/magical database Potion Belt (carries 6) -Health Potion (heals 2d6 health) -Stamina Potion (temporary +2 bonus to Constitution) -Black Cloud potion (induces temporary darkness)_

Your name is Marcus. You are a panther in the service of Mage Instructor Tamin, a red panda from Thailand, and you have been working with him for the last five months as an assistant, brewer, and a number of other roles that he has come up with for you. As a result, you have a large range of different skills, but you aren't particularly brilliant in any of them, at least, not yet.

Despite all the work that you've been putting in, however, you are starting to feel a little bit bored. You want to learn faster, try something a little more exciting. If nothing else, you want to deal with something more...engaging than just the imps that the master lets you summon during your free time.

As all magic comes from demons, either favors from them or binding them into service, you have decided that you want to try your luck with a more powerful creature. Not one of the lords of Hell, of course - you're not stupid - but rather something more...interesting.

You have set up the circles, lit the candles, and recited the incantations. The world seems to spin around you, red lightning flaring from the inside of the circle. You hear the roar of Hell, the shrieks of many souls trying to escape...

POOF!

And then the room fills with pink dust, so much so that you might end up coughing.

(Roll Constitution, DC 12)

(1+2)

You have a horrible coughing fit, so horrible that you actually end up on your knees, wheezing and wondering when you spontaneously contracted asthma.

As you gasp for breath, you hear the soft chortles of the demon that you summoned. It takes you some time to actually be able to hear much of anything of substance under your coughing and gasping for air, but eventually, you manage to look up.

Floating before you is a red-skinned demon, alright, but this one is almost...cute? Well, he would be if he wasn't naked, but even there you can see he has a bit of a twink-y sort of body, slender but with hidden muscles in his arms and legs, smooth in the chest and abs. He is nearly hairless, save for a tiny patch of dark fuzz just over his dick and along his chin, the latter of which he's curling thoughtfully.

"Well, now," he says. "Are you done trying to cut me off with all that coughing, or do you want to try and silence me for a little longer?"

/

---

//: After coughing for a few moments longer, I begin to slowly get back up on my feet. A little out of my element with this larger demon, I decide to try and stay silent, hopefully holding back any more coughs. (end)

He waits to see if you're going to say anything, then nods approvingly when you stay silent.

"A mortal that knows his place. I like that. There's not nearly enough of you."

He sprawls backwards, almost as if he's floating on a great recliner or throne rather than mid-air. The spell circle seems to still be holding, though you can't take a close enough look at it right now to be sure. You hope that it is. This wasn't the demon that you meant to summon, that's for sure.

"Now, as I was saying, you, little mortal, should feel positively privileged upon meeting me. It's not every day that a member of the incubi comes to earth, after all, and certainly not to someone quite as..."

The demon looks you over, then shakes his head with a tsk.

"I'd say 'plain,' but that would insult the word. Anyway, you should count yourself lucky, mortal. You have summoned someone that is well and truly talented in servicing other males...for a price...

"You do have the price for my services, don't you?"

/

---

//: Still confused as to why this demon appeared instead of my intended summon, I start by asking him, "Why were you summoned? I didn't attempt to summon one of the incubi." I feel like I may have heard of the incubi before but that knowledge has likely left my brain long ago. (end)

(Roll Magical Knowledge, DC 11)

(15+7)

It might have left your mind, but a little bit of work trying to remember it brings back what the incubi are, and more besides.

In the hierarchy of demons, there is, of course, a great deal of moving around (mostly through murder, temporary or otherwise). However, the general order of things tends to start with the little imps on the bottom, moving up to the grunts, then the warrior demons, then the incubi and succubi, then the knights of Hell, and so on and so forth.

You had been attempting an ambitious summons of a warrior demon, but perhaps you aimed a little too high.

Or you got the runes on the circle wrong. That was always a possibility.

The demon, on the other hand, chuckles.

"Whether you aimed to summon me or not is a moot point. I am here now, and I would not be here if the circle had not allowed my passage," he said. "Or the passage of my package, now that I think about it, heheh."

The slender demon spreads his legs, showing a shaft that is anything but. The red, uncut length seems to burn with Hellish energy, hazy in a way that the rest of his body is not, but there is no doubting the sheer size of that thing. If it were to slide inside of you, you could essentially ensure that you would never feel anything else in there for the rest of your life.

"Now, the price? Or are we going to try this pointless haggling? You've already given me a decent opinion of you, mortal, and I doubt you want to spoil it."

/

---

//: Not wanting to provoke the demon into any hostile action, I instead ask about the price. "What exactly is the price? I don't think I've read about any price anywhere." (end)

"Aren't you a mage?" the demon asks, cocking his head to the side. "Seriously, you would try and summon one as magnificent as myself, and you don't even know how to pay for my services?"

Well, he is an arrogant one, isn't he? But you can see that he's not exactly angry yet, more miffed that you and he haven't gotten on to the fun. He moves closer to the edge of the circle, slapping the head of his cock against it, making red light flare in a see-through barrier that seems to flatten out the head of his dick.

"An incubus provides power such as your other summons likely have never given you...I can give you bliss, pleasure - so long as you're gay, heh, and you will be by the time that I'm done with you." He smiles. "All it takes is a little piece of your soul. Oh, and a bit of your mind, but you'll hardly miss that if you're making this many mistakes."

(Roll Perception, DC 14)

(8+6)

It's hard to notice much besides the fact that his dick is throbbing so close to you, considering the barrier is only a foot or so away from where you're standing, but you do notice one rather key thing.

The ring around the incubus isn't exactly the strongest...and there are some cracks in the magical protection. If he knows about that, then he might just be making this offer as a courtesy. If you say no, he might just burst out and take what he wants, anyway. And if your master were to find out that you had done something this stupid...

/

---

//: Before the circle is destroyed. I attempt to disengage the ritual before the demon is able to form a bond to something in this world, hopefully causing him to go back to his own realm similar to the imps I once summoned. (end)

(Roll Wisdom, DC 17)

(6+3)

Your previous attempts with demons had been limited to the imps that were at the bottom of the totem pole, and more often than not, you were attempting to bind them rather than banish them. Your attempt here...

Doesn't go so well.

You sweep your hand over the circle, collecting magic, but all you accomplish is the further ruination of the circle. The demon smiles, floating through the barrier, floating merely an inch away from your face. That same fat cock that you'd been staring at a moment ago is now floating in front of you, its scent lingering around your nose.

(Roll Wisdom, DC 13)

(19+3)

You feel a surge of something from him. Whether it's simple pheromones or some sort of Hellish magic, you feel it try and raise your libido, and while you have a shiver go up and down your spine, it doesn't quite succeed.

"Come now, why be coy? Just take off those clothes and let me put that pretty little ass of yours to work..."

/

---

//: I immediately take steps back to try and put distance between us, a little bit of panic filling up my head. I blurt out, "B-But... I'm not gay. Why would I..." Basically mumbling at this point as I try to think of some kind of way out of this problem, regretting my choice to even summon something stronger. (end)

You are in your master's summoning room. It's a small little apartment, bought and rented by the red panda as a means of keeping his home life and work life separate, and only you and he have the keys to get in and out. The only door into the summoning room is behind you, unlocked, and it attaches to a central hallway that leads to all the other rooms in the apartment, including the one that leads to the outside world.

The demon approaches you again, keeping close to you.

(Roll Dexterity, DC 13)

(17+1)

You barely avoid him sitting on your shoulders as he keeps floating forward, and even manage to duck your head back to avoid a grind along your cheek from his rapidly hardening cock. You're doing your very best to not notice how big it's getting, either.

"Heh, not gay?" He chuckles. "I have heard that too many times to count. Trust me, I know how to turn someone...and you're going to enjoy the...turning."

The demon laughs, pointing down at your cock.

(DM's Roll, DC 10)

(13+6)

(Roll Wisdom, DC 19)

(4+3)

You try to resist the incubus's magic, but you feel it hit you like a freight train. No sooner does he point down than you feel your cock come rocketing up, almost as if it was spring-loaded. What usually takes almost an hour of edging to achieve - cock so hard that it aches, pre running out of it in rivers - occurs almost instantaneously, and if you look down, you can see your cock pointing forward like a gun in your pants, oozing so much that the front of your clothes darken almost immediately.

(Lust +4)

"Come come, let me show you what it means to be used by an incubus...let me show you the pleasures that come from a demon's touch..."

/

---

//: In a moment of panic, I open the door behind and slide outside while slamming the door hard behind me. Overwhelmed and not sure what to do, I simply lean back hoping this attempt to hold the door shut will somehow stop him from getting out until I can think of something. (end)

(DM's roll, DC 12)

(18+4)

Usually, when you're doing these sorts of experiments, the Master is there to keep track of you and make sure that the demons are kept down. You have never, ever, ever had one escape the circle, let alone the room.

Well, this seems to be a day of firsts.

"Mmmm, you have a nice ass, kitty," the demon says through the door, and you feel his hand groping you, somehow.

You forgot to put the binding spells on the door.

"Mmm, I bet that your ass would look even nicer split around my cock."

You can feel him rubbing and manipulating your ass cheeks, spreading them through your clothes, forcing the cheeks apart and then pushing them back together. His hands move, starting to slide around your waist, and soon, you can feel him starting to push something else against the back of your pants.

Do you want to try and keep holding the door and risk a ghost dick up your ass, or start running? Or do you want to try and use a binding spell to seal him back behind the door for a bit? You're not strong enough to do it for long, but you might just be able to keep him there for now.

/

---

//: Worried about messing up the binding spell like I did the summoning as well as the thought of getting a dick up my ass, I immediately bolt from the door, running down the stairs as fast as I can. (end)

(Roll Agility, DC 13)

(4+5)

You are not having a good day. You run for the stairs as fast as you can, but unfortunately take a tumble halfway down them, your legs coming out from under you and falling head-over-heels towards the landing nearly ten feet down.

(DM's roll, damage, 2d4)

(2+3, 5 HP lost)

(Roll Agility, DC 11)

(10+5)

You manage to get to your feet as the demon floats out the front door of the apartment. The goateed demon smiles down at you, fanning out his arms and still showing off that goddamn dick to you as he floats down the stairs.

"Ah, my summoner, why do you flee? Is it because of no foreplay? Should I have offered to suck you off first?" he mocks you as he floats down.

"Perhaps you would like it if I just pinned you to the wall, hmm? Perhaps you'd like it if you just had a little suck first?" he asks, gesturing at you again.

(DM roll, DC 15)

(10+6)

(Roll Wisdom, DC 16)

(10+3)

(Lust +5)

You tense up, trying to resist his magic, but he hits you with it again. Your hard-on throbs all the more needily, pushing up against the front of your pants, dripping into your clothes so much that you feel a bit swampy down there. It feels for a moment or two like someone is coiling a tongue along the head of your shaft.

"Come on...give me a chance to show you what it feels like...gay or not, you won't miss your soul that much..."

/

---

//: I don't even take the time to give him any answer. I immediately run out the door, hoping to put some distance between us so I can have some time to think. (end)

Running out the door the way you do, you do look a bit crazy, but then again, people are used to that in this day and age.

You run out onto the streets, rushing past a minotaur walking around you into the building. He doesn't seem to see the demon inside, and you can only assume that this incubus is only visible to you rather than to anyone else.

The streets are filled with people of all sorts. Humans and anthros, of course, but also various little creatures of fantasy, from the fully-wrapped diurnal vampires to the little fairies that float through the air. Cars, horse-drawn carriages, centaurs, and more wander through the street, and the air is filled with creatures that not everyone could name.

It's a mass of people, and maybe, maybe, you could hide among them. Maybe, you could find somewhere in the alleys to hang out until the demon goes away. Or maybe you could keep running. Or maybe do something with the door behind you.

Or maybe something else, if you're feeling clever.

/

---

//: I slam the door behind me. In an attempt to trick the demon, I throw one of the potions in my belt, the one that produces black smoke towards a nearby alley way as if I ran through it and tried to conceal that there even was one there, even though you could clearly see the smoke doesn't reach high enough to hide the entire thing. I hope the demon will think I just messed up while trying to hide in there. Afterwards I lean against the wall of the building, right next to the door so I am concealed from view when the door is opened. (end)

As you hide behind the door, the demon floats through it rather than pushing it open. However, his attention is all on the potion that you threw and the darkness in the alley rather than whatever you're doing.

"And here I thought that he might be worthy of a little respect. That was a serious offer for a blowjob, and I don't do that for just anyone," the demon says.

He floats off, heading towards the dark cloud and giving you a little bit of breathing space.

Of course, the question is, do you go back up to the little lab upstairs to try and find books and materials, or do you keep moving and put some space between you and the demon? He won't take long to find out that you were just making a distraction, and you don't know whether he'll go back up or try and look through the city for you first.

/

---

//: Not knowing any places in the city to go which could help. I decide to go back to the room, hoping that he looks throughout the city to find me. After all running will only buy me so much time, I need to find a solution. (end)

You hustle back up the stairs, groaning a bit from the fall and bad knee that you probably gave yourself from running too fast. You get back to the apartment and stumble inside, probably not so happy with the boner that you still have. The magic the incubus used certainly is powerful; it's not fading away in the slightest, no matter how many distractions you give yourself.

You return to the circle. A quick look shows that there's not much hope of sending him back to Hell. You put a few runes down that allows the incubi to stay until either he is satisfied or he is banished directly by someone that is more powerful than the summoner. In other words, if you confessed to your Master, he might be able to send the demon back, but then...

Well, you're pretty sure that you wouldn't have a teacher or a job anymore after that.

You could give yourself to him. One gay experience, a bit of lost soul...

(Roll Magical Knowledge, DC 12)

(10+7)

...Would be a very, very bad idea. You know enough about magic to know that this whole thing is just begging for your mind and body to be fucked with. Hell, if the demon just had a sexual encounter with you, you'd run the risk of your ass being turned more sensitive than your dick, your sex drive more than tripled, and your body basically turned into a gay playboy centerfold.

And if he gets hold of your soul, even a portion of it, it would be even worse. He would be able to start messing with your mind, then, and you don't want that.

Well, you're back in the lab. What do you look for?

/

---

//: I scout the room for any information on the incubi I can find. Intending to find any weakness or alternative solution to whatever the demon wants to do with me. I start with the books, surely there must be something. (end)

(Roll Perception, DC 10)

(13+6)

Not only do you find the answer, you find the answer very, very quickly. Your Master's teachings about how to research information must have come in handy.

Unfortunately, the answers probably aren't what you want. There are a total of two guaranteed weaknesses for an incubus, and maybe a few others that might or might not work, depending on just which incubus you've summoned.

The first guaranteed weakness to an incubus is sex. They feel the need to cause it, and they feel the need to participate. If there is an open offer for it going on, then the incubus must be strong-willed indeed to avoid immediately shifting his attention from his target to that, and copulating madly.

Sounds like you might be able to keep him off your back, at least a little bit, in the Red Light District. He'd keep getting pulled to the whores instead of you, though that would mean leaving other people to be affected by his corruption.

The other option is to be dominant enough to take control of the demon. That would mean being gay for a short time, unfortunately, but you would be able to take control of him and use him, rather than him using you. It would allow you to keep your soul.

The other options include finding a substitute that the demon will accept, but you aren't sure that'll work. Particularly with this one.

(Roll Perception, DC 15)

(11+6)

As you read, you hear something on the staircase, a whistling that seems to be entirely too happy to be a normal person. And you can feel your dick twitching, almost as if the magic in it is reacting to its source...getting closer...and closer...

Is the incubus coming back? It might just be...

/

---

//: Not wanting to risk any chances, I attempt to escape down the fire escape. I kick the books into the corner, hoping the demon doesn't realise I come back before trying to make my escape. (end)

(Roll Agility, DC 10 for slow, DC 15 for fast)

(8+5)

You manage a slow crawl down the fire escape, learning your lesson from fleeing down the stairs not that long ago. You can hear the demon moving around in the apartment, probably looking for you. Hell, it might even be tracking you; you're not entirely sure if a demon can do that with the person that summons it.

(DM roll, DC 12)

(12+2)

The demon, however, seems to hear the rattling of the fire escape, and pokes his head out the window. He looks down at you with a grin.

"Oh, come on. You can't say that my company is that bad." He laughs, floating out the window and looking down on you. "Don't you think that this has gone on long enough?"

He looks around, and you see his eyes settle on the people that are on the far end of the alley. He looks at them, then at you, then at them.

"You know, I think I should stop letting you run around."

With a gesture, a passing satyr suddenly comes to a halt, his furry legs suddenly spreading as a hard, throbbing cock starts growing out from between them. The satyr pants and puffs, then slowly turns to look your way. The way that he's staring, it's clear that he wants you. Or at the very least, your ass.

"Well, well, the goat man or the demon, little mortal?" the demon asks you, looking down with what he probably thinks is seduction. "Up the ladder or over the goat?"

Or over the alley wall, if you think you can climb it, but it is rather tall.

/

---

//: A look up the alley wall, noticing that if I fall. I'll land back on the fire escape and basically be free pickings for the demon but seeing no other option. After a little hesitation, I attempt to climb up and over the alley wall. (end)

(Roll Agility, -1, DC 14)

(3+5-1)

You scramble up the wall as the goat charges, trying to get to the top and somewhere safe, hoping to get to the other side of the alley and somewhere away from the demon.

Unfortunately, you only get about half of that. You get away from the goat, only to land back on the fire escape. You thump onto the metal, the ladder thankfully just a bit too high for the short satyr, but -

"Hello there."

The incubi squats down over your chest, smiling at you as he cocks his head to the side. His cock and balls are right in front of your face, and one droplet of pre-cum actually falls on your forehead. The smell of male is almost overpowering.

"You know, I think you owe me a blowjob after making me chase you all around. How about you open your mouth and let me in..."

Suddenly, you feel another blast of magic right at your crotch.

(Roll Wisdom, DC 18)

(5+3)

You really have no resistance to magic at all, do you?

Suddenly, your cock throbs in your pants, actually squirting pre-cum out rather than just leaking it, and you can feel the sheer need that the demon exudes rolling through your balls. You pant, swearing that they're churning with desperate need now, and it takes everything that you got to keep from humping up against his hand.

(Lust +5)

And...since you're panting...well...

POP!

"Mmmm, not a very practiced mouth, but definitely a tight one," he says with a laugh as he rests his oversized dick against your tongue, forcing you to taste his pre-cum and all the salty, musky flavor that comes with that.

/

---

//: With my constantly rising lust, it's becoming increasingly harder to think of creative ways to avoid this situation. I push the cock out of my mouth, panting out, "I... won't let you use my mouth." Even though I know he won't care, I look up at him pleadingly. (end)

He chuckles at you.

"Do you seriously think that you can deny me the price of my services?"

Whatever you say, he really does seem insistent on that. Once summoned, a demon can only be banished by someone of greater power than the one that laid out the summoning circle (as greater power must be used to break a contract than the powers that made the contract), or it must be paid. He seems very insistent on getting paid.

"Look. Perhaps you need a taste of...a more intense pleasure."

His eyes darken, and you feel his power gathering. You tense up your will, trying to resist...

(DM's roll, DC 12)

(11+6)

(Roll Wisdom, DC 19)

(18+3)

You brace all your willpower together, and you throw it up like a barrier between the demon in front of you and your mind, and your soul...It works, but it doesn't save your body.

The pleasure rushes through you, slamming you harder than anything that you ever thought possible. It's like the best orgasms of the last ten years, combined and made even better, suddenly slam into you all at once. You feel your cock explode, jerking and twitching in your pants, exploding with lust and need. Your pants are utterly soaked, clinging to you, feeling nearly ruined by that orgasm. You look like you've been hit with a hose from the inside, for that matter.

You can feel more than that, though. Your cock aches, still hard as hell, almost as if the orgasm hadn't even happened, and...

And your ass...

Your mind and soul haven't been corrupted, but your body sure is a lot needier than it used to be. You almost wonder what it would feel like to have something in your ass...

(Willpower success. Avoided corruption gain. Lust steady at 15/20)

"Mmmm, well now, you are really, really trying, it seems," the incubus says. "But enough of this..."

He grabs you by the waist of your pants, giving one hard pull, and leaves you naked from the waist down. However, he ends up pulling too hard, stumbling back a few paces, giving you the chance to move.

/

---

//: Knowing the Satyr is still on the ground waiting for my ass. I instead try to get back into my window, hopefully I can wait by the door till the demon comes in the window and make a break for it. I attempt to get back in the room and once against lean against the door and watch the window for the demon. (end)

The demon stumbles back a bit, but it's entirely possible that he is able to recover before you get up the ladder enough to hide...

(DM's roll, DC 15)

(...20.)

Unfortunately, you are dealing with an incubus who is also apparently an acrobat, one that leaps back up and charges after you, flying up to float by the window just as you're trying to pull yourself in.

"Where do you think you're going, hmm?" he asks, grabbing hold of the base of your tail before you can get through the window. You flop forward a bit, stuck half-in and half-out of the window, your bare butt on display and...

You just remembered. Nobody can see this demon but you, so this will look like you're just flashing your ass to the neighborhood if anyone looks towards you. There will be no sign of rape or fucking or anything, just you flashing your ass.

Big hands grab your butt cheeks, spreading them as a familiar dripping heat starts to ooze over your pucker.

"Well, well, well. Certainly nice and tight. Not gay, hmm? You will be after I finish."

This is your last chance before he gets it in. If you throw something at him, using a binding spell, you might be able to distract him and run. Or you might be able to wriggle free, though that'd be difficult in this position.

Or...you could give in to the inevitable...

/

---

//: In an attempt to distract him, I grab one of my potions, the stamina one to be exact and throw it at his head. Hoping the shattering of the glass vial will cause some kind of reaction. (end)

(Roll Dexterity, DC 10)

(13+1)

With a grunt, you pull the vial free of your belt and throw it over your shoulder. It goes tumbling end over end before you hear a crack. The demon suddenly lets go of you, grabbing at his face to try and pull the shards of glass out of his skin. You don't plan to look behind you, but you can imagine he's probably not gonna be very pretty until he gets all that glass out of his face.

However, that does give you the freedom to wiggle into the hallway, which you quickly do. As you come down with a thump, you can hear the demon grumbling, almost comically now.

"When I - ow - get all of these - ow - out of my face, - ow - I swear - ow - that you will regret - ow - what you've done."

Taking out all the ows, you imagine that you probably will.

The question is, what do you do now? Run for the street as you planned, or do you try and get back to the summoning room, looking for more potions? Or do you try and knock the demon off the fire escape before you do anything? Or maybe something else entirely?

/

---

//: Staying in this building is bound to cause more problems than it will help and there's no way that the demon wouldn't immediately check the summoning room if he gets any idea I haven't left. My best option is to head out and try to get back to my own apartment for some clothing, sticking to the alley ways if I can. (end)

(Roll Agility, DC 12)

(1+5)

Running anywhere has not been a good idea since you started this adventure, so why would that stop now?

With a heave and a fall, you slam your head into the carpet.

With a twist and a turn, you throw yourself against the door.

With a shout and a yelp, you even throw yourself down the stairs like a pregnant teenager in Alabama without access to an abortion clinic. Every single one of them hurts, and you only feel more bruised and battered for your pains.

(DM roll, damage, 2d6)

(4+5)

When you hit the bottom floor, you really don't want to get up. You're starting to think that getting fucked in the ass and turned into a slutty little gay boy toy would probably be a lot less painful and annoying than this is turning out to be.

Still, you get up and you stumble out the door, hearing the demon in hot pursuit behind you. He must have gotten all the glass out of his face already.

Which way do you go? You could check your phone, if you think you can do it quick enough. Map a route through the alleys. Or you could just do it by blind guesswork.

/

---

//: Checking my phone is too risky until I at least have some distance. I'll run blindly through the alleys in the general direction I think my house is in. (end)

(DM roll, 1d4, higher the better for direction)

(2)

You are going in the right direction, but you can't think of any good alleys that would take you in the right direction for your house so you have to keep to the main streets. The good news is that you aren't losing ground to the demon. The bad news is -

Well, that boner of yours still hasn't gone away, and you're running naked through the streets. Everyone jumps out of your way, thankfully, but you can feel every eye in the world on your balls, on your cock, on your ass. You are going to be the talk of the town after this little run, and that's if you are even still yourself by the end of this.

Despite the lack of corruption, your cock seems to swell, desperate for another orgasm, and the temptation is growing in the back of your head to play with it. For now, you can ignore it, but dear god, you want to stop and jerk.

You keep running, though, getting around a few corners and gaining a little ground. Do you want to keep running or check your phone?

/

---

//: Now that I feel I have gained some distance, I'll check my phone. Hoping I can use it fast enough before I get caught by either the demon or the cops. (end)

(Roll Perception, DC 11)

(13+6)

You notice a little out of the way nook between a restaurant and a post office, and duck into that spot. At least now, you don't have people staring at you while you're working.

You pull up your phone and hit a few little buttons. In seconds, you have a map that'll take you right to your house without anyone seeing you, one that you quickly memorize so that you don't have to worry about checking the phone every few seconds while you're running and possibly going for another fall. You're not sure that you can take too many more of those.

While you're looking at your phone, you can see a message from your Master on it, a text saying that he had felt a disturbance in the magical threads back at the apartment. He is asking if you're alright, first, and second, if you know anything about what happened.

/

---

//: The urge to tell my Master everything is overwhelming but if he knows, I'll lose everything I've worked towards and that's basically the same as losing to the demon. I can't let either happen. So I respond telling him that I'm fine and to have him let me know if he finds out anything, hoping that maybe my Master can help me without knowing it. (end)

(DM roll, DC 14)

(4+6)

You feel a sudden rush of energy about five feet to your left, and you realize that the demon is tracking you. Not precisely, since he missed with whatever he was doing with his magic, but close enough to leave you worried and to let the tingles of his arousing, tainting magic not that far away. He floats through the building, glaring at you with still-healing cuts on his face.

"You are a pain and a half, little mortal. I will have to do something about that...Perhaps I should bind a cock ring to your penis, and make sure that you can never cum without something big and fat jammed up your ass," he says, his irritation showing in how he's starting to get a bit more coarse with you. "Or maybe I should just turn you into a little fuck-toy, nothing more than a mindless whore that bends over the second that they see a cock."

He steps out of the building, panting and seething with both anger and sexual energy.

"Unless you submit now, I promise you...this is going to be much, much rougher than it has to be."

/

---

//: To be honest after being so bruised and battered as well as being thoroughly embarrassed, the offer was tempting but he couldn't stand down now. "Why would I submit. All I do is lose everything, surely you can find some way of getting someone more willing. I'm not even gay, this has to be more hassle for you than it's worth." (end)

(Roll Persuasion, DC 16)

(17+5)

You see him look a little bit contemplative, almost as if he is really considering going after someone else.

"If it hadn't become such a matter of pride, then perhaps I might accept that sort of deal..." The demon snorts, shaking his head a few times. "I'll tell you what. If you can find me someone that will let me fuck their ass after you give me a blowjob, then I will take their soul instead of yours. But...that means that you get down on your knees and give me a blowjob, right here, right now," the demon says, giving his counter-offer.

It wouldn't be the worst deal, would it? After all, it's not like you're taking it up the ass, and you can say that you're not actually gay if you're doing it under duress, right? And besides, that cock is so big, and you have already tasted it once, already...would it be that bad...if you just...went down and gave it a bit more attention?

The temptation is there, and you're not sure if it's your own libido going crazy or if the demon is doing something to you, but it might be your only way out.

/

---

//: Despite my reluctance, I eventually give in and kneel down. 'It'll just be a blowjob and then I can put this all behind me... Just a blowjob. Nothing else...' (end)

The demon smiles as you lean down and then lean in over his cock. Despite the healing wounds from the stamina potion to the face, his cock is hard and throbbing, and just as before, you can't help but notice that thick, musky, masculine scent that comes off of it. It's like this is the essence of cock-hood, a reminder of pure masculinity that your own shaft can't quite compete with. It's...very...very strong, and very hard to ignore.

He pulls you closer, forcing his tip into your mouth, and you can immediately taste the same salty heat that you'd felt in your throat when he was using you on the escape ladder. This time, though, he seems to have no interest in letting you go, his fingers running through the fur on your head, pushing you further down the thicker shaft.

(Roll Wisdom, DC 15)

(11+3)

You try, and you come so close, but this time the corruption sneaks in. You can feel it sliding into your mouth with his pre-cum, and you shiver as your entire body starts warming up. Whatever arousal you were feeling before is nothing compared to this, leaving your naked lower half humping the air and your ass starting to clench, squeezing down on nothing. For the first time in your life, your hole just feels...empty. Needy. Horny beyond anything that you had ever felt with your cock.

(Corruption +3, Lust +4)

Just from sucking his cock, you can already feel yourself starting to tremble, near to cumming hands-free at the taste of him. It's humiliating as all get-out, and somehow, that only makes you hornier.

"Come on, that's just the tip...can't you take more?" he teases.

/

---

//: My head is so cloudy with lust, so hard to think. I eventually give in to his demand and try to push more into my mouth, gagging due to my complete inexperience to having something this thick even going near the beginning of my throat. (end)

He 'helps' you with his cock, gradually dragging it further and further along your tongue, his hand on the back of your head giving you no choice. You can't pull back, you can only rest where you are or push more into the back of your throat. And considering how it seems to get worse when you stay still, the choice is fairly obvious.

You blush as you feel something happening in your mouth and throat, almost like they're getting more sensitive. It's not the same as jerking off, but as his cock grinds against your tongue...mmm, it's almost like a bit of half-pleasure, like you're getting some of the pleasure that you're giving him. You've never heard of this happening when giving a woman oral...could this be...

(Roll Wisdom, DC 16)

(6+3)

Mmmph. You almost believe that this is what gay people feel like all the time, the pleasure of serving so much better than -

You moan, spontaneously cumming, squirting a load over the incubus's feet. You can feel your entire body spasming, a hands-free climax ripping through you that does a few more things in the process.

(Lust down to 5/20, Corruption +2)

You feel more and more hunger for cock...You can't help it...you need it...

The demon smiles, pulling his cock out of your mouth, slapping your face with it a few times.

"Hehehe, what's the matter, panther? I thought you said that you weren't gay."

/

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//: "I'm not... gay... Not... gay at all." I'm panting, it's hard to even talk at this point. The clouds of lust have gone but something more intense has taken its place. Eventually I shake my head, trying to get rid of the sensation but can't, once again repeating, "I'm not gay..." (end)

"Mmm, are you even fooling yourself anymore, little kitten?"

He seems to be back to his old jovial self, though you aren't paying much attention to what he's saying. All of your attention seems to be on his cock, an obsession burning in the back of your mind. You know what it tastes like now, and you know how good it feels inside of your throat, how it feels pleasurable to have it running against your tongue. The thought hits you. How would it feel if it was up your ass?

Before the curiosity can sink too deep, the demon smiles at you, pulling you to your feet and patting your cheek.

"Now, why don't you keep running? I'm sure you have a lot of work to do to find that 'friend' to take your place," he teases, turning you around and giving you a hard smack to your ass.

You're embarrassed to find that you rather like the touch.

"Run, my little slut boy. Run. You have one hour."

/

---

//: Despite the overwhelming desire to ask him to do more, I eventually agree and move on ahead. Continuing towards my house for some pants. (end)

Eventually, you reach your house. The last stretch of the run is across an open street, but the hour is late enough by now that there are few cars and you make it across without incident. You enter your house, trying to ignore the hunger in your mouth and throat, the need to suck cock pulling at your attention and begging for something phallic down your throat.

As you go through the front door and into your dwelling, you are able to find pants, but there's a wriggling doubt in your mind. Do you...do you really want to wear pants? It had been...surprisingly sexy to run around without them, showing off like you were some sort of sex god. Even though you were embarrassed, you were still turned on.

And your ass still wants something in it so badly...would it be so bad to stay naked for a bit longer? You'd just have to change again before long, considering that your cock seems willing to get hard over anything...

Or is that the corruption speaking?

/

---

//: After debating with myself for a while, I shake my head roughly to snap myself of it. I know it must be the corruption talking, I force myself in my pants. A worry deep inside me, that if something happens in public again, I might not be able to even stop myself. The worst part is that thought is both horrifying but somehow sexy too. (end)

As you pull yourself back to the moment, you remember that the demon told you that he needed a replacement for your ass if you wanted to get out of this completely unfucked. That was twenty minutes ago, and you had an hour, then. That means that you have forty minutes before you are visited by him again, and he'll expect either a replacement for your ass...or your ass directly.

You have a phone, and you have some contacts that owe you favors, but would you ever really sell them down the river like that?

Alternatively, you could call your master, and you could beg his forgiveness. Maybe he could fix you.

Or maybe...maybe...

You remember that there is a chance to hold out against demonic sex. You could give in, allow him to take a piece without taking everything. If you can just be mentally strong enough...

But are you mentally strong enough?

Maybe you should...prepare...you have a few things that could serve as dildos, after all...It would get you ready so he isn't quite so overwhelming...

(Roll Wisdom, DC 16)

(1+3)

You feel a tremor in your ass, and suddenly, that's all you can think about. The emptiness back there completely overrides the questioning of your sexuality, and all you can think about is to shove something back there. Completely for the purposes of combating the demon's prowess, of course. You aren't actually gay, you just REALLY need something up your ass right here and now.

(Corruption +4)

You run to the bedroom, finding an old wand that your Master gave you. You haven't used it for over a month, and you doubt that you'll ever use it again. It's smooth, covered in a layer that prevents splinters...and it looks so good...

Before you know it, you're on your back, teasing your pucker with the end of the toy, hovering right on the knife's edge of slamming it into your ass to open yourself up and prepare yourself for the fucking that you may just be about to receive...

/

---

//: As I'm about to force it in, something deep inside me speaks up but not in a good way. Something is whispering deep in my head, 'But why should you have to settle for this?', 'You have something so much better'. I was able to fight off the corruption before, but its so overwhelming. My body doesn't want something this small, it wants the real deal. (end)

You pant, resisting the minor corruption of the wand up your ass for the greater corruption of the big, fat dick that the demon has. You can't call someone else, even though the phone is right there on the nightstand. You can't give your master evidence of what you did. All you can do...

Is wait.

And wait you do, until you feel hands coming up from beneath the bed, a cock rubbing against your ass cheeks in an impossible way. The demon's voice comes to you from below, his touch undeniable, his cock hot between your ass cheeks in a way that burns your libido, pulling you right back to where you were when you made your earlier decision.

"Mmmm, you couldn't find anyone? Or could it be...that you really are gay?" he teases, grinding his cock up and down between your cheeks.

"Or are you one of those...crusaders...thinking that if they can just outlast me...they will keep their personality intact?" he teases, whispering to you, running his hands along your hips as the tip of his cock grinds against your pucker.

It is such an impossible situation. You're lying on your bed. There should be no way for anyone to be beneath you, but even so, you can feel him, almost like he's possessed the bed, almost like the bed itself has a cock to fuck you.

/

---

//: My body has already given in, it needs this and it won't listen to my mind anymore. All I can do now is steel myself to try and not lose myself. In one final act of rebellion, maybe my last, I mutter once more, "I'm not gay and this won't change that." (end)

"Mmm, we will see how long you feel that way. You give me your body...and I finally take my price."

(Roll Constitution, DC 14)

(20+2)

(Roll Wisdom, DC 13)

(8+3)

The touch of an incubus is pleasure, and as he slams his cock into your ass, you feel exactly that. The feeling of his massive shaft tells you that you should have been ripped apart by that first thrust, but all you feel is ecstasy. You cling desperately to the world around you, trying not to lose yourself right then and there. By virtue of your physical shape, of how well you have taken care of your body, you do not suffer the humiliation of cumming on the first thrust.

But the physical touch of a demon is corruptive as well, and with you so focused on not cumming, you shiver as you feel the need burning inside of you, the pleasure that comes from that hot, hard cock on your prostate.

(Corruption +2)

It is better than anything that you have felt before, your cock throbbing to full life, throbbing and dripping on you as if you haven't cum in a week, so pent up and needy, leaving you gasping and panting.

"It's even better than it was in your mouth, isn't it?" he whispers to you as he slowly sinks further, further, further in, seemingly infinite in his length as he fills your ass with his cock. "You need it...so badly..."

And you do. Oh god, you do, but...but you're not gay...

Right?

/

---

//: An internal debate is going on in my head, a losing debate. I can feel myself changing... or maybe I was always like this and didn't know? No no, that's can't be. I'm not gay, and all this pleasure won't change that... I think. Uncertainty fills up up as much as his cock does. (end)

As he pumps you in and out, you can't help but feel that your body needs his cock more than you thought. It's like an addiction that's slowly building under your tail, your hole puckering every time that he pulls back, and then seizing on it every time he slides in, trying to keep it inside. You want it. You need it...

Or...do you?

It's hard to tell as he slides in and out, pulling himself back and forth. He uses you hard, pushing you for a good ten minutes, not letting you go over the edge, just trying to build your lust up, trying to push you to want things more than you ever did before.

(Roll Constitution, DC 15)

(4+2)

As much as you try to hold back, you can feel your lust rising, your need getting worse and worse. By the time those ten minutes are past, your tongue is hanging out of your mouth, and you're panting, almost mewling like a little kitten.

(Lust +10)

Suddenly, he stops, pulling out of you. You can feel him sliding away, floating out of the bed and then standing at your side. He smiles, holding his cock at the middle.

"Do you want it, kitten?" he asks, giving it a few strokes, your hole feeling ever so empty. "I haven't cum yet. And you're being so...unhelpful, making me do all the work."

/

---

//: As he pulls out, the emptiness from earlier is back but much much stronger. Too strong, it's overwhelming. It's like a burning that won't stop. Nothing else mattered but filling myself up more and more. I looked over at the demon, my eyes pleading more than my mouth ever could. "Please... please... I need it, I need more..." (end)

The demon smiles at you, and flicks a finger. You find yourself floating off your bed, being pushed to your window. You groan as your cock presses flush with the cool glass, your pre-cum making it slide along it as the demon comes up behind you again. His cock slides into you like a hand into a glove, almost like it was meant to be there.

(Roll Wisdom, DC 15)

(12+3)

You manage to avoid further corruption, but it feels so good that your lust can't help but go up that little bit more.

(Lust +4)

You are oozing pre like a faucet all over the window, feeling the demon slowly rutting you from behind, stretching you as he makes you show off for the entire street below. Nobody has looked up yet, but you are just a few scant glances away from being revealed as the pervert that you are becoming. One little look, and suddenly, everyone will know that you, the mage's apprentice, are nothing but a window-humping deviant.

The demon growls in your ear.

"Do you want me to cum in you? Do you want my seed, my little kitten?" he asks, stroking a claw along your cheek. "Do you want me to...claim you?" he asks, dragging his hand down to your neck, stroking around it as if he is drawing a collar.

"Maybe...I...should be your master..."

(Roll Perception, DC 14)

(7+6)

You are just short of realizing the repercussions of this. You get the feeling that if you were to accept something like that, you would end up in a very different situation. Maybe...maybe even be giving the demon a chance to stay on this world even longer...but that...that's impossible, right?

Just as impossible as you becoming gay is, but that seems to be happening...

And he keeps humping, thrusting, grinding into you, battering your prostate into submission...

/

---

//: Realising that I've gone too far to save my sexuality, I remember what the second weakness of the demon is. In one last vain attempt, I try to take some kind of control in the situation, even if I can't fully defeat him, I might not even be able to be dominant anymore, maybe I can make some kind of stalemate. Throwing away any sense of worry about being gay, I try to bind the demon to only my ass. Taking control of him in another way. (end)

(Roll Spell: Bind, DC 8)

(8+6)

In desperation, you seize upon the last chance that you will ever have and cast a binding spell on the demon, linking him to yourself. He is so focused on fucking you that he doesn't even notice it happening. If it had been any bigger of a spell, he would have, but you picked the one thing that he was focusing on anyway.

You feel the power rushing out of you and into him, and feel it come rushing back. Suddenly, his hands grip you all the tighter, and he pushes you firmer against the window.

"What...you...oh, you clever...clever mortal..."

He chuckles, almost with some degree of admiration in your ear.

"Oh, you need me alright...you may have bound me to you, but you are my slave, mortal...even if I must come to your call now...you...are...mine..."

(Roll Wisdom, DC 14)

(11+3)

You feel a final attempt at corruption in your ass, but you manage to resist it...

But not the lust.

With a moan that shakes you from your head to your toes, you cum, spraying your seed all over the window, spraying it from where you grind your dick on it all the way to where you rest your hands. You can feel the smears everywhere, and slide along it -

"Hehehe..."

The demon laughs as you hang out the window, dick and everything else exposed to a crowd suddenly looking up at you. Several camera phones come up, taking pictures before you are pulled back into the house.

"Well...I suppose my power is bound to you now, mortal," the incubus says, licking his lips as he looks you over. "However...we shall see how long this balance of power lasts..."

#

Your name is Marcus, and you are bound to a demon named Belinal. He's not so bad, once you get to know him. Not so good, either, but you get used to that.

You live in a penthouse on the top floor of one of the opulent buildings on the north side of the city, a big upgrade from where you used to be. Part of that is the sudden burst of power that you've had with a demon to control so readily, and part of that is the sudden influx of money from all the porn that you do.

Yes, porn. That was part of Belinal's influence, fucking your ass over so badly that you really couldn't focus unless you were getting railed for at least a quarter of the day. Not wanting to let the demon do it - at least not too often - you went into the business and did pretty well for yourself. Still do, from time to time.

Your master was...not best pleased, but with the power of the demon arrayed against him and your own corruption - you were honest with yourself, then, you had been changed to the point of not wanting to leave the demon behind - he couldn't just get rid of him. Instead, your teacher cut you off and attempted to have you blacklisted as a potential student.

It mostly worked, though you still pick up stuff here and there. Belinal is...very persuasive to prospective teachers, and he's good at getting you to whore yourself out, too.

There are days when it comes dangerously close to the demon taking control, but you've managed to hold onto your own bit of dominance, if not your own sexuality or mind. You are far, far, far sluttier than you ever were before, and you don't think that you would have ever done some of the kinks that the demon has pushed you to do in the past...

But...

You have to say, this is a better life than you had. Not the life you wanted, but still a good one.

You just wish your master would stop sliding the prayer beads under the door. Every time Belinal sees them, it's another round of anal beads to endure.

End Stats

Health: 24/38 Lust: 19/20 Corruption: 11/25

Strength: 11 (+0) Dexterity: 12 (+1) Constitution: 15 (+2) Intelligence: 14 (+2) Wisdom: 17 (+3) Charisma: 12 (+1)

Skills:

Spell: Bind 3 (+3, 6) Perception 3 (+3, 6) Agility 4 (+1, 5) Magical Knowledge 5 (+2, 7) Persuasion 4 (+1, 5)

Inventory:

Smart Phone w/magical database Potion Belt (carries 6) -Health Potion (heals 2d6 health) -Stamina Potion (temporary +2 bonus to Constitution) -Black Cloud potion (induces temporary darkness)

Game End