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The scent of candles and phosphorus had been filling the room for the past few minutes, but Madri was too focused on his ‘handwriting’ – as he liked to call it – to even care about the smell.

He’d always been really thorough with that side of the art of summoning. The borzoi didn’t always believe all the stories he’d heard, except those that told horrifying tales about the fates of those who’d drawn a shaky pentagram on the floor, or forgotten to write one or two glyphs that completely changed the course of the invocation. They might be false, but at least they were cautionary – they were a reminder of what might happen if you didn’t take things seriously when you were about to bring a demon to the mortal realm.

Pentagrams were an elaborate craft. Whatever you wrote in those lines determined the timeline of your summoning, every single thing that was allowed to happen or not. And Madri had been getting creative as of late, which didn’t necessarily go against being careful.

With a satisfied yet slightly repressed sigh – Madrid didn’t want to blow out any of the candles he’d carefully placed around the room – he took one long look at his work and nodded succinctly. Yes. That’d do.

The demon he’d picked was to be taken seriously. Horexecal wasn’t one of those lower imps you summoned to train. He was a particularly powerful overlord and one who’d probably gained his reputation by tricking hundreds of novices just like Madri. The borzoi really hoped he wouldn’t join his list of victims in the near future.

Taking a deep breath, he stood up and examined his pentagram one last time before closing his eyes, clasping his hands together and reciting the proper incantations. He’d practiced them for several moons, hoping to make them automatic by then. And they were. Every syllable was placed right where it should be. Every word, specifically chosen for its task. One by one, Madri pronounced them out loud with solemnity.

It didn’t take long before the magic circle surrounding the pentagram began to glow. Madri could see it through his loosely shut eyelids. It was working.

A column of smoke rose from the center of the pentagram, the scent of phosphorous, and burning ashes, and an entirely different thing that the borzoi couldn’t identify at first spread in the room. Madri knew those were all distractions, of course. He kept on chanting the words he needed to say with discipline, forcing himself to remain focused.

His task was made difficult by that third, unknown scent filling the room. Madri didn’t know what it was, but he could guess. Horexecal was known for exuding some kind of magic musk which was supposed to be aphrodisiac, or so he’d read. But he couldn’t stop now – he had to finish summoning the demon properly or the consequences would be terrible.

Finally, with a shadow of a pleased smile spreading on his face, Madri said the last word.

The column of smoke became a whirlwind, the scent of sex and smoke an unbearable storm. Madri stood his ground, mostly because he didn’t want to step into the circle yet. He knew the summoning had been successful so far, which was the only thing that he cared about.

After a few seconds, the smoke began to fade. A low, deep rumble could be heard in the room. When visibility became normal again, Madri could spot the huge demon inside the pentagram.

He was way bigger than he’d anticipated, in all senses.

“ Who dares summon me from the void? ” came the horse-shaped demon’s voice. “ Who dares raise me from the ashes of hell, where countless, pitiful mortals squirm in despair after muttering my name with pitiful abandon? ”

Madri knew Horexecal was just trying to get to him. Obviously, those mortals he was talking about had to be counted. If there was something he knew about demons, was that they were proud creatures. He could totally see them bragging about who’d pulled the more mortals to the underground – which meant they had to take a rigorous count of them.

“You will address me as Master,” he said as an introduction. Obviously, he wasn’t going to give his real name to a demon. That was one of the most basic rules in that field – you know your demon’s name, but they do not know yours. “You’ve been summoned to serve me today, Horexecal.”

The demon stood up in all of his height and Madri felt slightly intimidated. His features mostly resembled those of a horse, yes, but he was very unmistakable a demon. Not only was he about two heads taller than Madri, but his body was covered with a thin layer of hellish-red fur. Horns grew from the sides of his head and prominent gold-tipped tusks pointed at the borzoi from his position.

The demon was obviously well-built, muscles bulging with each and every movement. Obviously, Madri wasn’t going to pick a weak demon. He’d appeared completely naked as well – his massive cock hung between his legs, partially hiding his huge, hanging balls. The musk in the air had intensified during the past few seconds and Madri was finding it a bit difficult to keep his head clear.

“ Is that so? ” the horse-demon asked, a wide grin spreading on his face. “ I’ve been around long enough that I can tell I’ve piqued your interest, mortal. Why don’t you come closer and tell me your name so that I can respond to your interest in a proper manner? ”

The scent of musk got even more intrusive and Madri felt tempted to let go and walk right into the magic circle, but he managed to stop himself right at the last second. He’d anticipated Horexecal would try something like that. He was prepared and all was settled for the situation.

“I have no obligation to tell you my name,” he replied. “But you are bound to obey me, for I know yours.”

Those words had also been practiced for a long time. However, Madri wasn’t entirely sure which response he’d receive from Horexecal. He’d imagined a few scenarios, of course, but demons this powerful tended to be unpredictable. The borzoi was ready to behold a frightening demonstration of mighty demonic magic, or at least a few imaginative insults, but instead Horexecal tilted his head…

… and smiled.

“I see,” he said, his deep voice falling back to a calmer, earthlier tone. “I hadn’t anticipated such a response from you, mortal. You are right that I cannot do anything to claim your name. Except your eyes seem to wonder. You see something you like when I stand in front of you, don’t you?”

Another powerful wave of musk hit Madri’s muzzle and the borzoi gulped.

“Th… that’s irrelevant. Whether I like what I see or not, I...”

“Ah, but it is a breach, you see. One I can took full advantage of, little summoner.” Horexecal took a step forward. His figure, as it stood closer to Madri, looked even more appetizing now. “And you would love to let me take advantage of that, wouldn’t you?”

Madri felt a shiver go down is spine.

“I… I summoned you here because I…”

But Horexecal interrupted him again.

“No explanation is needed, mortal. I know exactly why I was summoned here.” A knowing smirk spread across the demon’s face. His eyes were suddenly lit with an alluring glow that seemed to pull Madri closer and closer, like a particularly strong magnet. “You’ve heard the tales. You needed to see for yourself. I can feel the thirst in your eyes, growing more and more insistent with each word I say. Am I not right, summoner?”

The direct question seemed to snap Madri out of some kind of stupor. Only then did he notice he’d been walking towards the circle, placing one foot in front of the other, like a sleepwalker. His cheeks were burning hot and his heart was beating fast. Perhaps too fast.

“I… I…”

“I promise not to ask for your name,” the demon reassured him. His voice was like a strong hand pulling Madri’s strings – if he was an instrument, then Horexecal was definitely an expert at playing it. “In its place, all I’ll claim is your body. Let me take it and do with it as I wish. You know you will enjoy it. I know a thing or two about that thirst of yours. And I can assure you, you will never drink from a better fountain, mortal.”

It was too much for the borzoi. The demon’s scent, his words. The sight of that massive body, built for sex and domination. Those magnetic eyes pulsing pleasantly. He just wanted to give himself up to Horexecal so hard. There was nothing he desired more at the moment. His feet moved as if they had a mind of their own.

He had already stepped into the pentagram before he could stop himself. By then, it didn’t matter anymore. Horexecal’s presence crashed on him like a tidal wave, washing everything else away.

“ On your knees, mortal.”

The sentence was enough to evaporate whatever resistance was left in Madri. His legs shaking, he dropped to his knees and looked up, eyes never leaving the demon’s blinding gaze.

_“ Worship me _.”

The borzoi had the immediate feeling that worshipping was exactly what he would have done next, even if Horexecal hadn’t asked for it. He reached for the demon’s huge cock with trembling paws. By now, Horexecal’s dick wasn’t hanging loosely and softly – instead, it’d reacted to the natural state of submission in which Madri had been put in. It throbbed under the touch of his soft paws, reacted to his enraptured kisses. The borzoi said a few things under his breath, most of which he didn’t understand or remember. As his eyes wandered the massive length, one of his paws moved to ponder the demon’s balls.

Horexecal let a pleased growl.

“ Say it, mortal. Say you’ve never desired anything more than you desire me. ”

Madri’s tongue moved and his mouth talked, but he wasn’t entirely sure it happened of his own volition. He took a deep breath of the demon’s intoxicating musk and fell even deeper into his spell. His paws went over Horexecal’s throbbing cock as it stiffened, becoming bigger. He buried his muzzle between the demon’s legs and took a deep breath of the poisonous musk, letting his mind wander in a blissful whirlwind.

At some point, Horexecal grabbed his chin and forced him to look up. Madri responded as if he’d awaken from some kind of dream, with glassy eyes and a heavy tongue. The demon was moving one of his fingers in a circular motion.

“ Turn back and offer yourself to me if you desire to be taken. ”

Madri did desire to be taken. He did what he was supposed to do and turned his back to the demon. The borzoi could feel his looming presence behind him, a shadow cast over his shivering, needy body.

Horexecal chuckled.

“ I meant on all fours, mortal.”

It didn’t take Madri a whole second to adjust his posture to Horexecal’s desire. The demon was also quick to lean over him, placing one arm at each of the borzoi’s sides. Madri felt Horexecal’s chest against his back, his big cock pressing against his rump. A sudden, slightly frightened thought occurred to him – there was no way he could take all of that in, right? But another wave of musk dissipated his doubts and he relaxed, his smaller frame surrounded by the demon’s mountain of reddish fur and firm muscle.

One of those thick fingers slipped down the borzoi’s robe and then right into his hole. All of Madri’s tensions seemed to fade away once he realized how easily that finger had made it through and his previous worries got replaced by the sudden realization that no matter how big the demon was, he would take it, for he was his, and the demon had claimed him, and it was Horexecal’s right to do whatever he wished with his body, and he would comply and let him be as if he was just a piece of helpless, mortal meat.

A second finger felt its way to his hole. When they slid out after a while of exploring, Madri knew what was coming and still he didn’t move a single muscle.

Horexecal’s cock pierced pushed his cheeks apart and sank inside his body like a spear. Madri felt all air suddenly leaving his lungs, as if there wasn’t any room for it, and a soft gasp left his throat as his body ached and complained. Right behind him, Horexecal groaned with dominant pleasure and his hot breath hit Madri’s ear like a tropical storm. Other than that, his body felt… so tight and small.

When the demon’s length began receding, the borzoi managed to take a shallow, shaky breath – and he only managed to do that before the demon’s cock pierced through him again, long and stiff.

“ Is this what you desired, mortal? ”

Madri couldn’t respond. There wasn’t enough air in his body for that, and his muscles were so stiff and tense that he couldn’t even nod. His body felt like he was about to snap in half as Horexecal kept on thrusting against his ass, the demon’s balls hitting the borzoi’s calves with each movement. The pressure inside Madri’s body only kept on rising as Horexecal’s cock pulsed and swelled. A helpless gasp escaped his lips as a particularly violent thrust hit him, the demon’s groans filling the silence in the same way his heavy shaft filled every single inch inside the borzoi.

The thrusting got even more erratic and violent from then on. Placing one of his strong hands on Madri’s head, pinning him down to the ground as he claimed the borzoi’s ass, Horexecal kept on fucking him with reckless abandon. The trembling lights of the candles around them danced in Madri’s eyes, whose awareness had been pushed out of the usual limits of his head both by the savage thrusting, the overwhelmingly strong musk and the demonic spell keeping him down.

At some point, he passed out, or so he thought.

When his awareness came back to him like an echo resonating deep in a dark, empty cavern, he had a feeling that Horexecal’s movements were even more aggressive now. His body kept on being pushed over and over against the floor inside the pentagram, a weird tingling sensation filling the inner parts of his body, together with the pain and the enrapturing pleasure.

It was then when Horexecal came, filling his body with hot, creamy hellish seed. Madri let out a weak moan as he felt the demon’s cum being shot inside him, his body adjusting to the huge load as a subtle bulge appeared in the dog’s abdomen. One of Horexecal’s arm closed around his torso as his other hand pushed him even harder against the ground. Madri felt as if he was about to break in a million pieces. His conscience was about to leave his body again, but it remained there, if only barely.

After a few seconds, the demon growled with satisfaction and pulled his long cock out of Madri’s ass. The borzoi remained on the floor, motionless, as he regained control of his body little by little and drops of warm seed trickled down his legs. The demon was panting, but something about how pleased with himself he looked like made Madri think he would gladly go for another round if asked kindly.

Well, perhaps another day. Madri was spent as things were.

“ Much better now, isn’t that right, mortal? ” Horexecal’s voice came ringing in his ears. “ Now that you’ve been claimed by me, you know how true domination feels. And now you will tell me your name. You know how this works. You stepped into the circle and you will obey me… Master. ”

There was a brief silence as the last word left Horexecal’s lips. Madri wasn’t looking, but he could easily imagine the demon tilting his head – shaking it, even – trying to understand just why he’d said such a word to finish the sentence. Well, he’s about to find out, the borzoi thought as the gears in his mind slowly but surely began to turn once again.

“You will tell me your name, Master,” Horexecal insisted. He tried his tone to be as demanding and dominant as when he’d talked before, but he failed.

He was probably starting to get it now.

“I told you I have no need to tell you… my name,” Madri said, still panting. The exhausting sex made it difficult to go into elaborate arguments, but he needed to make his point clear. “If you’d read the annotations around the pentagram when you were summoned, you would know… But obviously, you were too excited about getting your hands in an impressionable novice, weren’t you?”

“ What do you… what do you mean…” the demon asked. His voice was starting to sound slightly nervous. Annoyed. “You stepped into the circle. There’s no circumventing that! Mortals who enter the circle when a demon has been summoned inside must belong to them. That is the rule, Mas… Master! Ack!”

“Additional clauses can be used to alter existing rules, demon,” Madri explained as he stood up with weak legs. He began walking towards the outer part of the circle and pointed at a few well-written glyphs. “I added a new clause here, claiming that if the summoned demon would have sex with the summoner, then he would give up the mortal’s soul and relinquish his own will to the other side of the contract. That’s what you did, Horexecal. You made me win.”

The horse-shaped demon held his gaze, furious.

“Master, you can’t… I…”

His glowing eyes seemed to be shining with a different kind of glow now. Confused. Compliant. The demon was furious, but his anger was slowly starting to recede, like lava to a volcano who’s suddenly been forced to remain dormant, if only such a thing existed.

“You belong to me now, Horexecal.”

The demon trembled. He was struggling and making a huge effort to resist, but Madri thought it looked like he was already accepting his defeat.

“I… don’t… Hmph! I…”

It was just a matter of seconds, the borzoi told himself. Not even such a powerful demon could fight the binding nature of a contract. He would be bound to obey it, sooner or later.

Finally, Horexecal raised his head and held Madri’s gaze with a defeated look in his eyes.

“I belong to you, Master.”

A wide grin spread across the borzoi’s face.

“Good. I knew you’d get there at some point.” Madri shook his head and considered his options. His whole body ached and he was extremely tired. Perhaps he needed some additional time to think about it. “I banish you from the mortal realm for now, Horexecal. If I ever summon you again, our contract will stand. Is that clear?”

The demon nodded. There was no sight of the dominant, cocky beast who had claimed Madri’s body a few minutes ago. Now what stood in front of the borzoi was simply a big, dumb brute willing to do whatever he said. The power rush felt like a balm to Madri after enduring such a rough session of demonic sex.

Which wasn’t to say he hadn’t enjoyed it.

As the borzoi watched Horexecal disappearing in a spiral of smoke and ashes, he told himself he was likely to repeat the experience at some point. But first, a hot shower and a good scrubbing of the fur around his thighs and calves was in order.

Summoning could be such a dirty job sometimes.