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Wanting to explore the greater depths of the magical realm was an understandable thing, especially for those who'd finally gotten their toes in the water. All too often, the first completion of a successful spell or the understanding of new wisdom was fuel for a fire that was burning out in a dull life, and for an impatient apprentice, there was never enough information to absorb.

Learning magic from one of the best wizards in the known world was already a high honor, but getting to such level of skill meant understanding the importance of patience and discretion: no wizard learned every spell in the book in a day, or mastered every method of magic without some hiccups.

Juren understood that, but he was still frustrated with his teacher for putting him on such a slow path.

Were he allowed to leave the dungeon, he might have been able to talk to someone else, and the outside perspective might have helped him come to terms with why being patient and taking his time mattered so much. Alas, he remained in the figurative dark at his teacher's behest, and the literal dark, with only dim light from dying candles to illuminate his work desk.

Tired wood was splintering at the edges, fraying with such pace that it mocked Juren's sense of discipline. He was a living, breathing thing, and a conjurer that was rumored to have limitless potential, but like so many others who had heard such a thing, that statement turned his confidence to arrogance, and his passion into greed.

As he took notes in the eerily lit dungeon and dipped his feather into the ink well over and over again, he felt as though he was the thing being bled dry, until his paw wouldn't drag itself across the pages any longer.

"A proper conjuration of a being from another realm...something that only the greatest among us are said to be able to do," he muttered, repeating the lines from his previous lesson with a mocking tone. "Why would he bother telling me such a thing if he wasn't going at least let me try to perform it?"

The wizard would never take it upon himself, but to Juren, it felt as though someone was dangling the entire world on a string in front of him and yanking it away whenever he got too close to grasping it.

He wasn't going to sit at a desk any longer, when he was sure that the time to imprint his name in the annals of history was upon him.

"The basics of the spell require a very specific summoning circle and an absolutely perfect conjuring enchantment...any break in the conjuration, any misstep in drawing the circle, or any flickering of the candles at the sacred points will cause the spell to fail..."

Most entry level students weren't trusted with ancient texts and dangerous spells, and Juren was eating some of his own karma for lording the contents he was trusted with over the lesser students...but all of his training was coming unraveled in the form of a chalk and salt blend, being spilled over the stone floor.

He wanted to prove it to his teacher as much as he wanted to prove it to himself, but he wasn't going to rest that night until he summoned a demon; whether the demon itself or the successful spell would force the elderly wizard to respect him, he didn't have a preference.

"Six candles instead of five? And so many extra marks on the floor for this conjuration circle...no doubt in my mind that this will summon a demon of the highest order!"

It was late enough in the dungeon that no one else was awake, and his voice didn't carry well enough to stir anyone. In as much, the tabby feline was convinced that he had all the privacy he needed to attempt his conjuration without risk of reprimand, but the reason he was kept away from the spell for so long had nothing to do with his potential for being disciplined.

Juren was able to handle being punished, and in his training, he'd been run through the gauntlet of disciplines made available to an apprentice.

What remained as the unknown was starting to come to life as he knelt in the middle of the absolutely perfect circle he'd drawn. Every mark was a match for what was drawn on the pages before him, and the candles were placed just so that the transference of energy between the mortal realm and the summoned beast would not be broken.

He knew it was crucial that the outermost ring, known as the binding ring, remained untouched and unbroken for the spell to work properly. Summoning a demon would have disastrous consequences if the candles so much as flickered, or even a single grain of salt upon the floor were moved.

Confident enough to try it, Juren clasped his paws together and opened them again, slamming the floor and sending a charge through the circle. Just sustaining that level of energy was exhausting, but as he did, the darkness of the dungeon came alive with wisps of orange and red, illuminating the circle around each candle.

As if it were filling in with the blood of the stars, red-orange light moved with an ooze-like slowness, spreading around the circle and trapping Juren in the middle of his own actions: there was no turning back from there, and the moment of conjuration was upon him.

"Ribbon round hellfire, a mortal's prize...from depths of darkness, let evil rise...present the beast, to grace thine eyes!"

Fire leapt from the candles and burned the summoning circle into the stones below, opening the portal to the underworld. The sound of the infernal dimension was already a thing to behold, but in the silence of the dungeon, Juren was certain that someone would awaken from the sound of overwhelming energy and tortured souls screaming up into the portal.

In the middle of all that, Ash's arrival might have come across as underwhelming: his appearance brought an end to the sudden and bloodcurdling screams, bringing them in and sending them away with all the power and haste of a thunderclap.

"I swear...I finally get a chance to take a damned shower, and some two-bit, backwater moron finds a way to summon me back to the mortal realm..."

Sharp, black horns, eyes of brilliant red and sharp, curved fangs would have made Ash an intimidating sight to anyone that summoned him, but the presence of a scrub brush in his paw and the suds about his body were so comical, Juren wondered if they were on purpose.

Seeing the demon summoned before him, however, gave him only so much pause before reality set in: he'd actually done it. The hellhound was proof of his skill, but just as his teacher was worried about, his skill was yet to be tampered by proper discipline.

Excitement forced the tabby feline from his knees. He lowered the hood of his robe, leapt right up, and...knocked over one of the candles of the binding circle.

"Perhaps two-bit was a compliment for someone like you," Ash groaned. He was filled with inward delight at what he'd just seen, but to be released from the binding circle in such an embarrassing and unceremonious way was the kind of thing he wouldn't want to own up to later. "Do you have any idea what kind of trouble you've just invited upon yourself?"

To get this far, Juren had to have some proper education of the dark arts, rendering the question rhetorical. He was going to answer, but by the time he came to that conclusion, Ash was already showing his disapproval with a tap of his foot against the broken binding circle.

"I'll take your dumbfounded silence as a yes," he muttered. "Though, I guess this puts us a little closer to even, since you've literally just given me the freedom to move about in the mortal realm again."

That was enough to snap Juren out of it. "W-wait a minute...what? What do you mean, even? You're saying that like I owed you anything in the first place!"

"You interrupted me in the middle of my shower, you moron...do you know how long I'd been waiting to get myself all cleaned up? Do you have any consideration for what I might have wanted to do with my evening?"

One of the most basic tenants of a conjuration spell was offering thanks and courtesy to the summoned creature: they had to be transported all the way from their own realm for the purposes of the conjurer, and returning them took a massive amount of energy and talent that Juren simply hadn't refined yet.

His rude and boisterous nature was all a front...a veneer of confidence, at best, but it revealed more about the true nature of Juren than Ash would ever need to find out through questions and answers.

"It wasn't my intention to inconvenience you this way," Juren admitted. "I was simply trying to prove a point to my teacher, and...w-with this, I figured he would finally learn to respect my abilities!"

"That you think summoning a demon is a flippant and casual thing speaks to the fact that haven't retained your lessons very well, or you've had a terrible teacher," Ash suggested. "Performing this spell in the first place makes the latter unlikely, but perhaps...he just hasn't been firm enough with you."

Juren gulped. "Firm enough? He's nothing but firm with me!"

"You and I have very different definitions of that word," Ash assured him. "However, as part of my thanks for your freedom, I'd be more than happy to show you those differences...and give you a taste of my abilities so you know the severity of what you've gotten yourself into."

Getting even the most basic display of skill was a delight that Juren never thought he'd be privy to.

Getting one face to face, with a genuine demon of his own conjuration... that was what he'd consider the defining accomplishment of his life, thus far.

"You'd really be willing to share some of your abilities with me?"

"I suppose you've earned a basic demonstration, given your very basic accomplishment."

Every step of the way, Ash was teasing Juren and pushing his buttons, but the amateur warlock knew that he was out of his league.

It was something of a turn-on to be standing with such a powerful creature before him, and naturally, he had to summon a handsome beast without a scrap of clothing to his name...but Juren didn't think that his conjured acquaintance would feel the same way about him.

He also wouldn't have to wait long to find out how wrong he was.

"You see, I know without asking that you're not capable of returning me to my own realm," Ash claimed. It was a bold assumption, but Juren shying away from the subject was all the confirmation that he needed. "And the reason I was showering in the first place is that I had a prior engagement to attend...a sensual affair, as it were."

Juren connected the dots. "So I just cost you more than a shower...a night of passion was at stake?"

"At the very least , yes. I don't think you understand the amount of frustration I have at what you've done, but if your greatest mistake was summoning me, your immediate redemption was breaking that circle; I can give you a proper demonstration of what my date would have experienced, thanks to that."

Without any knowledge of the underworld or the mating habits of hellhounds, Juren had no reason to assume that they would use their otherworldly abilities in the act of making love.

Once the thought was in his mind, however, he felt silly for not considering it: there were plenty of magic users and practitioners that were renowned not just for their ability with a wand and a spell book, but with their supposedly enchanting methods, as well.

Being trained under a more traditional wizard, Juren was discouraged from pursuing such activities in general. Combining them with his conjuration magic wasn't something that he'd properly figured out yet, but now that he'd summoned someone with a little more experience, he was rediscovering the youthful exuberance he felt when he first came to the dungeon to learn.

"If...if I may...in exchange for the powers that you're going to share with me, I...I could perhaps be your consort for the evening?" Juren offered, hoping that his deal wouldn't come across as an insult. "I understand if that doesn't quite make up for what I've done, but..."

"I'm not sure you're in my league," Ash dismissed the idea. "I know I'm good at saving face, but I am a demon...mortals like you aren't equipped to handle what I can do in the privacy of a bedroom...or the middle of a dungeon floor."

Being underestimated was the easiest way to spur Juren on, but this time, it wasn't at the behest of a well-meaning teacher.

Ash was playing him for the desperate fool that he was, and it took only the transgression of his paws clenching around the fiery textures of red and orange on Ash's wrists to move things a step further.

"Please, I...I'm begging you! Let me make this up to you while you show me your abilities!"

Energy crackled into the air, emerging from Ash's wrist. His flesh was a little warmer than usual, but it became uncomfortably hot in an instant.

Arcs of red-orange energy leapt from his fur and scorched Juren's palms, but that burn was delicate in the face of the enchanted flames that burned up the length of his robes, reducing them to ash at the point of contact.

"There's your first sample," Ash murmured. "If the fire doesn't burn hot enough, it catches to the host below, as well...it's really quite a terrible fate I just spared you, mortal."

Juren was clenched up, nervously hugging himself as if that would hide him from the wrath of the hellhound. His foolish belief was rewarded with two handfuls of ash, as the only remnants of his robes...even the soot fell away from his flesh when he opened his digits to the floor.

"You c-c-c-could have done that a-a-anytime..."

The stammering feline tried to take a step back, but the lines of excitement and fear were blurred as easily as the now defunct summoning circle on the floor. Chalk and salt were kicked around as Juren stumbled, and with a twist, he dropped to his paws and knees, prone for the eager demon.

"I could do so much more than that, but...all in due time, mortal. I'm gonna be here a while, aren't I?"

The apprentice was only just starting to realize the error of his ways; his own devices were turned against him as ethereal shackles came up from the floor, binding his wrists in place with the ingredients of the summoning circle, further damning him to his fate.

A tug on his tail and a quick drizzle of hot, messy spittle were all the preparation he received, and as a collar of the same enchanted material came up from the ground and held his neck steady, Juren was denied the majesty of a demon rutting him from behind; getting to see it would have _almost_made up for the punishments he'd receive.

He was loathe to imagine what his teacher would do when he walked in on the display, but first, he had to survive the heated, fiery touch of a canine cock against his lubricated pucker.

"Being able to summon shackles at will is a great way to keep squirmers like you from ruining the experience," Ash explained his methods as he worked, and without breaking his words, he eased the tip of his length forward and penetrated the foolish apprentice, drawing a nervous gasp from him. "As much as you're still trembling, though...you're either loving every minute of this, or you're worried about what comes next."

Juren could scarcely nod to agree to the second point.

"Try not to worry so much. I like 'em tight, but you're already seizing up so much back here...my knot is never gonna fit if you don't relax."

For the obvious gap in their power and experience, Ash was taking it much easier on Juren than he could have, and the conjurer realized that he was safe, so long as the hellhound was having fun with him.

He'd have been a liar if he said he wasn't enjoying himself all the same, and his exposed, barbed member was already dripping precum into the middle of the broken summoning circle.

"Believe it or not, most of my abilities revolve around drawing as much pleasure as I can out of a lover," Ash continued his brief tutorial, all while starting a smooth, enjoyable pace with his hips. In the dungeon, there was just enough emptiness that the delicate slap of his sack against Juren's thighs was heard between them, like a metronome of their continued act. "Seeing how easily you gave yourself over to me, the shackles just seemed a fitting touch...and I can't wait to hear you squeal when I stuff you properly."

Being a feline, Juren had no experience with the unique anatomy of a canine, but he was already getting a hint of it, as greater pressure landed against his stretching pucker. "Wh...what do you mean by properly?" he asked, breathlessly hoping that Ash would simply maintain his comfortable pace.

Claws denied that hope as they stroked over Juren's hips, lighting his nerve endings ablaze. The hellhound embraced his canine nature and pounded into his new, feline companion, hammering away at his inexperienced tailhole and leaving him on the verge of crying out...but there was something soothing and unexpected at the moment of their unified climax.

As Juren's cum gushed into the cracks of the uneven floor, Ash spilled his own demonic seed within the stretched, panting feline. "Such a s-slow learner," the hellhound grunted, keeping his weight fully against Juren even after he felt his knot breaking through the final barrier of resistance.

Shackles and collars were nice, but the hellhound still preferred the literal bind of his knot as it stretched Juren to his breaking point. His cries echoed throughout the dungeon as the knot took hold, and from the tip, thick strands of hot, slick cum spread across his insides...heightening his pleasure with every single drop.

Groans of discomfort and a cry of shock quickly turned to disbelief, and a stupefied feline slumped into the floor that much harder as his body trembled.

This...this is what pleasure magic can accomplish? This feeling is unlike anything I've ever known...no mortal coil should be able to feel this!

He was precluded from talking by the bliss that ran through his form, but his continued panting and a trickle of drool from the corner of his lips was a sign enough to Ash that the conjurer had learned his lesson about underestimating the power of more advanced magic.

With no way to get back home, however, Ash was already working on their next lesson...