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"Change of plans"

By Patrick D. Lambert

Commissioned by Nekrozs

One by one, the lights of Harold's home turned off as the 8ft black bear dragged his paws on his way to the bedroom. Another long day at work, followed by an intense gym session to distract him from his rut season. Now his body was too sore and tired to think of anything else that wasn't going to bed. He even discarded the idea of dinner after taking off the clothes on his way upstairs.

His heavy balls moved like a pendulum with each step taken. A string of pre hanged from the tip of his cock, only to get trapped by the fur of his thigh. Hunched, the bear yawned while his fingers scratched behind his balls, an act so simple that still provoked him a brief shock of pleasure. It wasn't really what he wanted, but the itch would be worse.

His black fur was still damp from the bath he hurriedly took at the gym, which didn't get rid of his musk completely. The hazel eyes followed the red carpet on the floor as he passed by the guest room. He felt too tired to raise his head. There would be time for a thorough shower in the morning. His neighbor was blasting music in his backyard, but Harold was confident enough that those basses wouldn't wake him up for the next 10 hours.

The bear crossed the door into his room, closed it, put the lock, moved the dirty clothes from the bed to a chair, and fell on the soft mattress. The room trembled softly from the impact. A bed big enough for him to roll around suddenly felt empty on nights like that--especially during that season. But Harold was aware of the little inconvenience that complicated things for him.

"Good thing the month's almost over," he said while looking at his cock.

Harold put the pillow over his face and grunted. A cold draft came through the open window. The bear only had the energy to put the sheets over him before falling asleep.

He felt something... familiar. A warm and soft texture down below. It was pleasant. It felt... incredibly good. Harold thought about waking up, but his eyelids weighed a ton. He then tried to move away from whatever was there, but something held him down. Then a moan escaped from his mouth... did he dream it? It sounded too real. And too strong. And that sensation was so... fucking good...

He wanted to go back to sleep. He was so tired. But the pleasure he was feeling was getting stronger with each passing second. And Harold couldn't ignore it anymore. The bear gathered all his energies to open his eyes and look down.

The first thing he saw was the roof. With his brain still struggling to start up, Harold couldn't figure it what was he feeling at that moment, and only heard the slurping sound of someone sucking something. His entire body felt too heavy and even moving his head to look forward required a massive effort. The light coming from the window barely illuminated his room, but he caught the silhouette next to his crotch... more precisely...

The pieces were forced into his head and Harold jumped away from the shadow until he sat with his back against the headboard. With his heart almost getting out of his chest, the bear looked for the small switch of the lamp, begging for the shadow to be nothing but a hallucination.

The dim light flooded the room, but the shadow didn't disappear. Knelt at the base of his bed was a creature Harold's mind couldn't comprehend. His features and body smaller than his resembled a canine, with the fur of his chest painted on a metallic tone of blue and the rest completely white--those were all the similarities, the rest was straight of a nightmare. A set of black ram horns came from his brow, with blue stripes and dots, and the end of both horns was painted blue too. From the back came two large wings, which flapped as a greeting; those were mostly black with only the end of the feathers blue. And the tail wagging behind him was way larger than any other species he knew.

"Oh, I beg your pardon," the dog... creature, apologized, holding a hand against his chest. "But an open window is also an open invitation. I tried not to wake you up but...," his yellow eyes glanced at Harold's manhood, "I guess I got excited."

Harold looked down. His cock was still hard as a rock. It gleamed from the saliva and pre covering it. The bear knew he had more important things to think about but his brain refused to stop asking why it was still firm.

"Boy, I must say you taste delicious," the demon continued. The forked tongue ran over his lips. "Not many males can presume a virile flavor like yours."

When the demon made a move, Harold tried to jump off the bed.

"No you won't," the demon said.

He raised his hand and a magic circle appeared in his palm. Harold was thrown back to where he was. When he tried to move, he felt a set of invisible chains holding him against the headboard. Not even the shot of adrenaline running through his body could give him enough energy to break the spell cast on him.

"Who... who are you? What do you want from me?"

Those were the first two questions his head managed to put together. He continued struggling, much to the demon's delight, who approached him on his fours and pushed both hands against his chest. The large tongue ran over Harold's cheek and moved up his ear.

"Well, I don't think my name has any relevance. Unless you wanna moan it, in which case you can call me Nekrozs," his claws pressed against the bear's skin. "And as for what I want, I think that answer is too obvious."

Harold didn't get it at first. The entire situation was bizarre enough already and his mind was struggling to keep up with everything. But as soon as he saw Nekrozs moving down, he understood what he was looking for.

"I could smell your lust from miles away. God, you really are horny, aren't you?"

Eyes wide open, the bear saw him as his lips closed again around his cock. He tried to warm him, but the only sound that came from his mouth was a moan. The demon squeezed his shaft as it swallowed it, getting it deep inside his throat. He wiggled his hips in a silly attempt to push him away, which resulted in him facefucking the horny demon.

One hand closed around his balls to massage them and the other looked for Harold's nipple. The bear whimpered with the first pull. The rut season made his entire body hypersensitive.

"Ple-a-a-se... do-don't do t-this...!"

With eyes closed, Harold resisted the intense pleasure Nekrozs was causing him with his mouth. The forked tongue wrapped around his cock, licking it as his head moved back and forth. Each time the tip made it into his tight throat, Harold felt dangerously close to climax. It felt too quick, but also he couldn't tell for how long the demon sucked his cock while he was asleep.

The word tasted strange in his mouth. Demon. How could a demon be real? And why he had to discover it that way? Why him? Harold wished he could find the answers, but the pleasure was fogging his mind. He couldn't focus with the slurp sounds Nekrozs made each time he pulled his cock out. And whenever he looked down, rather than the unnatural features of his body, Harold only saw his head sucking so passionately his cock.

"He-help...! Somebody...!" Harold called between moans.

"No one's coming. It's just you and me," Nekrozs said, leaving his cock for a moment to move to his balls. "What a wonderful musk you have."

"W-why are you doing this...?"

"Isn't it obvious?" the demon looked straight at him. Harold froze at the energy coming from his big, glowing eyes. Despite the spot he occupied, a strong dominant aura was coming from him. "Males succumb so easily to their most basic instinct. The most banal fantasy can make their cocks go crazy. And I feast on that lust. The seed of males like you makes me stronger."

As he explained that, Nekrozs cast another spell to fill his mind with all kinds of lustful desires. Harold gasped and shook his head in denial as his darkest fantasies took place in his mind. All those places, all those faces, all the things he did and said. What a shameful display that was. But the demon knew, after tasting the pre coming from his cock, how much he wanted to live those moments.

It was useless to deny it. He wanted so badly to take advantage of what his seed could do--especially during rot season. But the black bear wanted to be better. That's why he resisted his urges. That's why he suppressed those fantasies. And that's why he tried to stop the demon from milking him, afraid of what would happen...

But it was too late. Nekrozs felt how hard Harold's cock throbbed as it got closer and closer to his climax. Oh, he wanted that sweet nectar so much. He kept only the tip of the bear's cock inside his mouth and jerked off the rest. Harold rewarded him with a series of whines before the long and loud moan announcing his orgasm. And then he felt and tasted the cum coming from his sensitive cock. One shot after another, his hefty load quickly filled the demon's mouth, who did his best to swallow it all and still got some of it leaking through his lips. His entire body shivered and his wings flapped in excitement at the salty flavor and the thickness of his seed, making it much better than any other he had tasted.

Harold squirmed as his orgasm continued, and his moans could be heard across the entire house. His moans quickly became more desperate after the pleasure of weeks without cumming became too intense for him. The climax even made him shear a tear. And then... it ended.

An invigorated Nekrozs stood up and shook his shoulders. He licked the cum from his lips and took a moment to savor it. That load should keep him satisfied for a couple of weeks, if not more.

"Oh dear, that was fantastic!" He praised Harold, releasing him from his bindings. "It's gonna take me a lot to find another one like you."

"You... you don't understand... that's dangerous..." Harold muttered between huffs, as he struggled to recover his breath.

But Nekrozs wasn't listening anymore. The demon had already jumped out of the bed and was about to leave through the window when his legs faltered. The flavor of Harold's cum came back to his mouth. And it was getting stronger.

"Wait... what's happening...?" The demon asked.

He began to feel dizzy. And more hot than usual. Nekrozs looked back at the bear, who was slowly getting up from his bed--the fat cock was still hard as a rock, with some cum still coming out. The whining male suddenly adopted a more dominant, almost threatening aspect, with his hands open and the sharp claws visible. And Nekrozs found that image so... so alluring.

"I told you to stop..." Harold growled.

Nekrozs held from the window frame. His cum. There was something wrong with his cum. He didn't notice it before, distracted as he was feeding from the bear, but now he was conscious that his seed had something hidden under that strong flavor. A pinch of old magic, strong enough to affect him. And it worked extremely fast.

It was now his mind the one invaded with naughty imagery. The same fantasies he forced Harold to watch, but Nekrozs was part of them. And in each one of them, the bear was the one in control, using him as a mere fleshlight. It was so humiliating to think that way, and still he couldn't stop himself from doing so, and from enjoying it so much.

The corners of his vision became blurry as the bear approached. He could taste that strong and salty musk and wanted nothing else but to lick the sweat from his pits and put his nose under his balls. No matter how hard he resisted, nothing stopped those dark desires from invading his mind, not even his own magic. He knew Harold was suppressing his sexual desires. Was that the reason for it?

His cock quickly came out of his sheat, already covered in pre. Never a male made him get erect without him wanting to. Harold was the first one. Nekrozs felt as if his cum was getting inside his head, covering it completely. He wanted so badly to jerk off for him. And he also wanted the bear to tell him not to do so. To control him. To make him obey.

He never realized how big Harold was. He could crush him if he wanted. Oh, how lovely would be to have his big paw over him, to feel him put some weight on him. It would be the perfect definition of control. A mortal stepping a demon--what a scandalous thought! Nekrozs was losing it. He was getting weaker by the second. He had to escape immediately!

Nekrozs put both hands over the frame. But instead of flying away, he presented his ass to the bear, looking over his shoulder with a horny expression and a dim glow coming from his eyes. He wouldn't escape from his master.

Harold didn't say a word. He pressed his wet cock against Nekrozs' hole, and found it very loose, and at the same time, extremely tight as he shoved one inch after the other.

It was now the demon who moaned uncontrollably for everyone to hear. His strong claws crushed the frame as he tried to endure the length and girth of the bear's manhood, feeling grateful for receiving Master's cock. His long tail wrapped around the bear, telling him to be rough, to dominate him. And Harold understood immediately.

Giving Nekrozs a warning spank, Harold went balls deep into his hole and, without waiting a single second, began to fuck him mercilessly. In a strong and rough display of dominance, Harold took him by the horns to gain a better grip, forcing the demon to look straight at the moon.

Thoughts disappeared from his mind with each thrust. The bear took absolute control over him, and Nekrozs did nothing to stop him. After all, that's what his cum did to everyone during rut season: a strong attraction and an unavoidable desire to obey Harold. That's why the black bear resisted his urges. But now, he was too horny to stop. And the demon didn't want him to stop. He wanted to fuck him all night. And that's what Harold did.

Harold had a fantastic day the next day. And the day after. And the day after. And so on. He was in a very good mood, did an outstanding job, and lifted even more than usual that night at the gym. Everyone was surprised by that unexpected change of attitude, to the point that some joked he was an imposter. The bear took those comments as a joke and continued with his day.

But what people didn't know, is that every night, before going to bed, Harold made sure to keep his window open. It was an open invitation for someone who simply couldn't get enough of his tasty seed.