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Part 1: Lykus 2

for akimitsusevecan

by Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Head spinning, cock throbbing, his entire body on fire with a wanton lust that begged for someone to touch him and take advantage of his cock, his face, his everything, Lykus was a mess. He was barely aware of anything but the screen and the cards anymore, and the full pleasure of both continued to ripple through him with all the happy force of a true rut. He panted, almost giggling as he reached for the next card on the table, barely seeing the words rushing by on the screen.

What next? What next?

The card turned over, but he had to move his twenty-inch cock out of the way to see it. HotFox was going nuts, demanding a face-fucking, and more and more people were showing up for the display. He ignored them, looking at the card.

Big.

Throbbing.

Cock.

Even in his inebriated state, Lykus could understand what the single cock at the bottom of the card and the growing silhouettes around it meant. He giggled, thrusting his hips forward, bouncing his cock over the +5 at the top of the cardboard rectangle.

[i]HotFox: What was it? I can't see.

HotFox: Fuck, he's big.

DeerRunner4: Uh, I...I think that's +5 inches.

HotFox: Fuuuuuuuck.

NaniteUser50: Now that's going to be big.[/i]

Lykus moaned as the tingling that he'd almost gotten used to from the previous cards hit him again. He moaned, thrusting forward, then back, then forward, then back. Each thrust brought a new tingle with it, a throbbing that pulsed through him faster than his heartbeat. Pulse, throb. Pulse, throb. It kept happening, and -

Thump.

The black and white wolf moaned as his cock started to push further forward, a tug at the base of his shaft, right where his knot was starting to inflate guiding it.

Thump.

Another one, his cock pushing outward, further along the table than it had been before. Lykus moaned, grabbing the edge of the card table with his tongue hanging out the side of his muzzle. It felt so good, so hot as his dick started pushing forward...forward...forward.

The tingling, throbbing, thumping feeling kept hitting him, each one bringing a fraction of an inch to his dick and making it stand that much taller. It was getting thicker, too, the broad rod starting to cover the card completely. He moaned, grinding his shaft against the table, unable to stop himself from going through the rutting motions. More, more, more as his balls churned and his head spun. He needed this, needed it more than he'd needed anything in so long.

[i]NaniteUser50: I didn't think a twink like this could have a cock like that.

NaniteUser50: Are there other cards - oh, fuck, there are.

HotFox: What?

NaniteUser50: looking up the card database

NaniteUser50: That's the smallest growth card.

HotFox: ...

HotFox: WHAT DOES IT COST?!

DeerRunner4: Wolf

DeerRunner4: Wolf, I really hope

DeerRunner4: That dick can keep going

HotFox: Fucking hell, I need to find this guy

HotFox: Hottest fucking dick I've ever seen[/i]

Each comment fed Lykus's ego, making him pant and grin all the more. His cock kept throbbing, too, pushing forward inch by inch until it had finally topped out at twenty-five inches. Twenty-five hot, throbbing, dripping inches, all over a pair of balls that felt heavier than he remembered them...

Well, he didn't remember very well. He giggled, grabbing his cock by the knot and pulling it back. It thumped against his chest, far higher up than it used to be...maybe? Hard to tell, but it felt good, very good, very hot as it slimed up his fur and ground against his chest. He liked that feeling, liked it a lot.

Another card.

Another turn.

Another thing.

Still groping himself, he reached out blindly with his other hand. Unable to stop moaning, he kept squeezing his knot gently, keeping his cock good and hard until his fingers found the end of another cardboard rectangle. After a few seconds of fumbling, he managed to turn it over and -

And it was another silhouette, this time of someone sucking themselves off. They were bent in half, lying on their back while doing it, but that was silly. They must have had a really tiny cock. Lykus could do that by barely bending his head forward.

[i]HotFox: It should have been me!

DeerRunner4: Oh, that's...that's going to go deep.

NaniteUser50: Hope he doesn't have a -

NaniteUser50: FUCK![/i]

Lykus went straight down to the middle of his dick, taking over twelve inches of cock at once down his throat. Considering the number of horse-dicks that he had swallowed over the course of his naughty career, twelve inches was nothing. He moaned at his own sloppy, salty taste, wrapping his lips tightly around the head of his cock before sucking hard. His cheeks pursed in, the pressure on his cock grew, and he moaned as his balls swayed every time he shifted his hips.

He couldn't read the chat anymore, but that didn't matter. They were getting a good show, and he was getting the sort of pleasure that he had been missing. Suck, swallow, suck, swallow. Running his tongue along the head of his shaft, then further along the topside - the part that usually didn't get that much attention - he worked himself further and further toward a proper orgasm. He was going to cum on camera, and he...he couldn't stop himself. He just wanted to fuck his face, and get his face fucked, and -

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Was it the card or was it him? Was there a difference right then? He didn't know and he really didn't care; he was drooling over his own dick and doing it happily as he forced it down his throat, bending over more and more the more of his cock that he took. He leaned sideways against the table, showing off his technique without even thinking about it, one hand going behind his balls to gently fondle them and keep him dripping, while the other rubbed the back of his head, reminding him that he was a good boy. Good boys sucked dick, good boys got face-fucked, good boys swallowed -

THUMP!

That wasn't from hypnosis. The door came down with a slam and a black and red wolf stepped into the room. Lykus looked up as his head was forced back from his dick, giggling drunkenly as he stared at his friend.

"Heeeeeeeey..."

"What the hell is going on? None of my messages were getting through."

"It's fiiiiiine, we're just having fun."

"Oh, boy. You're way out of it. Time to wake up, pup."

"Naaaaah, I'm fiiiiiiine."

"Wake up."

Azorious leaned in the same way that he had done hundreds of times in the past. With the demon in him, merged with him, it was nearly impossible for him to be controlled; Azorious was as powerful as a demon could get while still being able to freely roam on the mortal plane, and Lykus moaned, whining at the thought of the fun coming to an end -

ZZZZZZP!

Only for Azorious to be repelled by shimmering black letters appearing between him and Lykus. Azorious blinked, forced back a full pace from the wolf.

"...The hell?"

[i]HotFox: Hey, who the fuck

HotFox: get outta here -

HotFox: No, wait, get naked!

DeerRunner4: Uh, any chance for a threesome?

NaniteUser50: Wait, is that a demon?

NaniteUser50: is this wolf friends with a demon?[/i]

Azorious pointed at the camera and the screen. A flicker of fire darted from his fingertips to both, and they poofed into smoke, the whole thing overheated and shutting down. Lykus kept staring straight up, idly licking around the head of his cock until the demon grabbed him again.

"Lykus. Let me in."

"Mmmmm..."

"Lykus. Can you hear me?"

"Mmm?"

"...Fuck...fuck, fuck, fuck..."

#

Azorious didn't just leave his best friend behind. Not before trying to merge with him six more times and realizing that something much stronger than usual was keeping them apart. At first, he'd just thought it was a new separation spell that someone had offered the wolf, but no. There was something else going on, something much more heinous.

It was a contract-spell, and it had Lykus in a powerful grip.

After cutting the power to the entire apartment building - and flipping off four different Karens that complained about it - he locked Lykus into [i]his[/i] bedroom, chained him to the bed, far from any and all cards, and left the building. This fucking place was going to pay for whatever the fuck that they'd done to his best friend. They were going to pay [i]hard[/i], and then they were going to fix it, and then he and Lykus were going to make sure that their lives were a living hell as a result.

Was that all kinds of old demon thoughts? Sure. Did he care? Not a bit.

He almost flew over the rooftops as he ran from one building to another, carried on wings of flame as he jumped from one to the next. He soared, glided, and fell before running again, his head tilted forward and his arms pumping at his sides. He was so lost in thought about what he'd do to the bitch in charge of this whole operation that he almost overshot the building, having to pull himself up short and drop from the fifth story of a nearby building to the sidewalk.

The resulting crack was quite noticeable, and even Azorious groaned as he brushed the dust off his black jeans. He stood up, ruffled his vest, and cracked his head from one side to the other.

"Alright...let's see if you can justify this fucking bullshit..."

Oh yeah. He was angry.

He didn't strut; he marched. Each step was as purposeful and filled with intent as a duelist making his way across the arena. One car rounded the corner at speed, only to meet a wall of fire that melted its tires and seared it to the ground. Azorious barely even looked at the driver as he cast the spell. He was too focused on ZSS.

As he stepped through the door, the internal temperature rose by a full twenty degrees. The rat at the front desk went from smiling to panting almost immediately, fanning himself and wheezing as he looked up from his computer.

"Do - ah...hot...Do you have an appointment with...with anyone?"

"I'm here to get my friend back."

"Your f-friend?"

"Let me in."

"Uh, um, if you don't have an appointment -"

Azorious growled, leaning over the desk and grabbing the rat by the shoulder. Rougher than usual, he squeezed the rodent's shoulder hard as he channeled a blast of corruption straight between them. The rat's eyes turned from blue to yellow, hellish yellow, and Azorious growled in his face with musky flames rising from his throat.

"Let...me...in..."

"Yes, master, sorry, master," the rat begged, all but squeaking as he hit all sorts of buttons on the other side of the desk.

The door opened. He stepped around the front desk and into the corridor, all but stomping as he kept walking forward. The air continued to heat up around him, rising from sixty to eighty to ninety degrees before the air conditioning even had a chance to stop him or slow him down. The heat continued to rise higher still, creeping up by single-digit increases, and he heard grunts and huffs and complaints from the closed doors all around him.

Azorious ignored them. He was too pissed off to care. They'd fucked with Lykus, and now he was going to fuck with them.

He left the hallway behind, stepping into a large cafeteria. No sooner had he stepped out of the hallway than a security door slammed shut behind him. Thick, steel, it wasn't enough to keep him inside, but -

"That should keep the worst of your corruptions from putting our employees into heatstroke."

He turned around slowly. A crocodile woman in a blue suit, standing six and a half feet tall, stood between him and the elevators. She had her hands clasped behind her back, and she looked up at him with less fear than he expected. She cocked her head to the side.

"Azorious, I presume?"

"You're the one in charge?"

"Quite."

"Then this'll be easy."

The demon loomed taller, more and more of the demonic nature that he usually kept restrained showing. His body was wreathed in flame, black and red and yellow fires burning from beneath his fur and flaring out, showing long silhouettes of ancient horns, making his tail longer, his claws more visible. He growled as he loomed over the crocodile, a foot and a half taller than her in his base form, but feeling taller still as he glared down at her.

"Let. Lykus. Go."

"Hmmm. Not yet."

He lunged for her -

Zzzzzp.

Only for his hand to stop a half-inch from her throat, his claws pressing against some sort of barrier that kept him on the other side. Azorious growled deeper, pushing harder against it, the barrier itself feeling almost insubstantial against him. He swore that it bent slightly, but it didn't break. He breathed the same hellfires toward her that he had done at the rat, but they too were pushed away, rolling off the front of her face and dissipating behind her.

After a few seconds of failure, he pulled his hand back. He looked down at his claws, saw that they were blunted from the attempt, then looked back at her.

"...What is this?"

"Contract-magic," she said. "And one that required quite a bit of work; I'm rather proud that I was even able to arrange it."

"You knew that I'd come here."

"I wanted you to come here." The crocodile chuckled, and for the first time, showed her teeth in a smile that felt far too similar to the demons back in Desiderium. "After all, it's quite rare that there's anyone that willingly associates with a demon, particularly out in the open. Let alone one that has a demon that cares enough about him to do something if their mortal friend was in danger."

"You threatening Lykus is beyond stupid."

"Perhaps. But it opens up a unique...opportunity."

"What the fuck do you want?"

"Rather than talk about it where there can be collateral damage, why don't we go upstairs?"

"You think I'm stupid?"

"I think you care, Azorious," she said, a little chuckle rumbling in the back of her throat. "And I think that, once you're not quite so furious, you'll worry about some of the people that you could have hurt by complete accident. Tempers are a dangerous thing, after all."

"..."

"Shall we?"

"...Fuck you, but fine."

#

He managed to get his anger under control by the time they reached the meeting room on the third floor. Much as he hated to admit it, she was right that he'd feel guilty about hurting other people that had nothing to do with this. Lykus's situation notwithstanding, he knew for a fact that the wolf would be pissed as all hell if he actually did let loose the way he'd been tempted to. For all that he was a demon, he was supposed to be better than that. He'd left the rings of the underplanes to be better than that.

Still, he didn't trust the crocodile. Not one bit. She'd clearly lied to Lykus, and now, she was ready to lie to him.

"What is this place?" he asked as she sat down on the other side of the desk. "This isn't some streaming place. Not really."

"Indeed," she said, chuckling. "This is a place to make money. And streaming, frankly, never does."

"You sell sex, then."

"Mmm-hmm."

"And that means selling people?"

"Sometimes," the crocodile said. "There's quite a few people that are more than willing to invest in being 'guest stars' for someone's stream, taking advantage of the streamer while their brain is 'otherwise inclined' than usual."

"They ever remember what the hell happened to them?"

"Mmmmm, sometimes. But they have to be very special for that."

So, Lykus wouldn't even know what had happened to him. Maybe that was a mercy; knowing that a bunch of random people had just...

Azorious grumbled. No, the wolf would be pissed off that he didn't get to remember what had happened to him. There'd be some part of him that was scared, sure, but there'd be a small part of him that would have wanted to be conscious for it. Fucking perv-wolf.

Which reminded him. He leaned against the desk.

"Why can't I drag Lykus out of his trance?"

"His contract forbids that sort of outside intervention." The crocodile shrugged. "It's part of the business model. I can't have random streamers being dragged out of their performance just because someone else gets squeamish."

"Squeamish?! He's completely -"

"Under their control?" The crocodile chuckled. "Yes. Yes, he is. And he will remain as such until the contract is up; failure to comply with the contract's terms will lead to consequences. All written down and agreed to, and enforced through the magic of the contract."

"You bitch."

"Sometimes. That tends to be my subordinate, however; Huang Tai is [i]very[/i] good at fulfilling that role..."

"Let me see the contract. Now."

"Certainly. I have nothing to hide."

As the crocodile reached under the desk, Azorious tried to focus on staying calm. He needed to think clearly for this. There had to be a loophole, something that'd get Lykus out early, or at least something that would allow them to link again. There was no way in hell that he was going to let this asshole keep hold of his best friend and use him this way. It was -

"Here you go. Read away."

Grunting, the demon wolf took the paper, only to freeze as he looked it over.

It wasn't in English. He wasn't even certain that it was written down in any language that was spoken on this planet. He tilted it from side to side, trying to make sense of the curving letters to no avail.

"The hell is this?"

"Eldritch. Quite useful for certain contracts."

"Fucking - you're cheating here."

"Hardly. It's merely using the language of one's business partners. Lykus's one was as precise a translation as we could get of the terms, and he read through it just fine. Now that it's agreed, it's in the language of the one that has to enforce it."

"Nnnngh..."

If it had been something more infernal, he would have been fine; he had a reasonable understanding of demonic law, even devil law, and knew how to work within it. If it had been more celestial, he could have called Sijashi down, and the lion would have had this solved in two seconds, and probably gotten the crocodile on their side in the process. He was good at that.

But Eldritch...

No wonder the letters looked like tentacles, and no wonder it felt like the damn thing was trying to reach out and snare his fingers the longer he held it. Azorious put the paper back on the table, rubbing his face.

"What the fuck is the point of all this? What the hell do you want Lykus for?"

"Lykus?" The crocodile smirked. "Haven't you figured it out yet?"

"...You wanted me."

"Mmm-hmm."

"Why?"

"Because there's never been a demon on live-streaming entertainment before. Do you know how much demon porn there is online, how much of an audience there is? Oh, more than you can imagine, I can tell you, and an untapped market was never bigger. Well, except angels, but that's for another day."

[i]...Suddenly very glad that I didn't tap Sijashi for this...[/i]

"If you wanted me, why didn't you -"

"Because you would have fought it every step of the way, and we wouldn't have had any leverage."

"You don't fucking know incubi, then."

"Hmm? Would you have been willing to sign contracts demanding 10 hours of streaming a week, plus guaranteed acts as redeems for people watching? Would you have been willing to have a spell that made them able to redeem instant orgasms for sufficient donations?"

"..."

"Didn't think so. No. We wanted leverage," she said, leaning back in her chair and putting her hands behind her head. "And when we found out that you and Lykus were basically bound together, we realized that leverage was just waiting for us to take it. Considering his hunger for showing off and your attachment to him, there was very little chance that we couldn't get [i]something[/i] out of the two of you."

"...I don't have to make a deal."

"Hmm?"

"That contract," he said, nodding at it. "I can't read it, but I fucking know those tentacle bastards. That shit doesn't come cheap. Every time that you have to enforce that thing, you're paying out the nose to keep control, aren't you?"

"Clever. But yes, we are."

"How much money are you willing to spend to get me? Can't be -"

"Currently, our budget for that is set at 5 million."

Azorious's legs almost went out from under him. He leaned against the desk, staring at her with wide eyes.

"I told you. Demons are a rare commodity. We are willing to spend a great deal of money and do a great deal of things to get you on our side. And if that means that we end up with a bit of a deficit in the first quarter of the year, that is a price that I'm willing to pay."

"...I could fight."

"You could. And you would probably win. But that means that you're going to leave Lykus completely undefended for that time."

He growled. It was a rare person that could run a verbal fight like this. Every avenue of attack that he could think of, she already had a defense ready. Every time that he thought that there was a way in, she had it blocked off with a price he had to pay.

[i]Goddammit, Lykus, next time read the fucking fine print...[/i]

He knew that he [i]could[/i] just wait them out. Five million was a lot of money, but in terms of long-term magical contracts, it was almost nothing. Lykus would be under their control for a month, maybe two, and then the whole thing would be over. Azorious wouldn't even have to do anything; he could just sit on the couch and wait for the spell to run out, and the company would be out of money, and...

And he'd still have to leave Lykus alone. The wolf would be under the control of everyone else, and he wouldn't be able to step in if anything went to shit. He'd have to rely on ZSS for that, and he knew that was the worst play he could make.

So, he sat down. The crocodile sat up straighter.

"Let's talk terms," he muttered.

The crocodile nodded, folding her hands on the desk.

"Here's what [i]I[/i] want, since I already know what you want. Minimum 10 hours a week on-camera for the streams - preferably more, but no less. You will have several commands integrated into it that the chat can use against you: instant orgasm, fetish implantation (scaling in cost depending on what it is), and minimum two streams a month where you get a second person on-stream with you - not Lykus - as a partner for the chat to command and work through. Gives them the illusion that they're in the room with you."

"No dildos," Azorious said.

"Only a top?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Pity, but I can live with that. Particularly if it gets me what I want. Anything else?"

"I get to remember everything between sessions. You don't get to wipe my mind between them, and I get to be [i]completely[/i] conscious while I'm doing a stream. None of the thinking I'm doing something else bullshit."

"Hmmm, that is a [i]bit[/i] more annoying. I'd need something back for that."

"I'm already giving you ten hours [i]and[/i] basic hypno. What the hell else do you want?"

"Let's say...half a gallon of demon cum per week?" the crocodile asked.

"...You're thirsty."

"Hardly," she said, rolling her eyes. "Demon seed sells for a significant amount of cash, and reliably, at that. There's plenty of people out there that [i]are[/i] thirsty for it, and others that would be using it for magic. I have a few clients tentatively lined up for this already; you give me that, and I'll let you keep your memory with this whole operation."

"...A quart."

"Deal."

"Shoulda held out for a pint," Azorious muttered, rubbing his forehead. "Hmmm..."

"Anything else off the table?"

"Anything going [i]in[/i] me."

"Again, pity, but there's enough horny bottoms out there - I don't have to tell you."

"Heh. No. No, you don't."

"Then we're agreed?"

"Much as I hate it...if it gets Lykus released from his contract now...yes."

"Then give that to me in a proper oath."

"...Bitch." Azorious sighed, leaning his head back. "By fire and shadow, by sulfur and sin, I, Azorious, Incubus, give my word that I shall sign my name to a contract involving all we have discussed."

"Good enough for me."

"Better fucking be..."

The crocodile turned to her computer and tapped a few keys. No sooner had she finished than the demon's phone started ringing. As soon as he saw that it was Lykus calling, he answered, holding it to his ear.

"Lykus? You -"

"[i]Why the hell did you stop that?![/i]"

"...Uh...what?"

"[i]That was [b]FUN![/b] Come on, I get that it was freaky, but that was fun. Now I gotta come down and make a whole new contract.[/i]"

"Wait, wait. You were...actually fine?"

"[i]Yeah. A little high, but - wait. What was I doing? I remember it being fun...[/i]"

Azorious slowly turned to the crocodile. She smiled at him, her hands folded over her lap, and she looked entirely too smug and self-satisfied. The demon barely held back a growl as he shook his head.

"I'll be back in a few minutes. I'll explain."

"[i]Okay. See you soon, but - seriously, what WAS I doing?[/i]"

Click.

"He doesn't remember."

"Of course. He didn't bargain to keep his memories," she said, shrugging. "And you didn't bother to dig too deep about the terms. Honestly, the only 'consequences' we put in was that he'd be dragged down to the studio to perform if he didn't log in enough while remote, all while in trance."

"..."

"It worked pretty well to get you on board, though."

"You...you little -"

"I'll talk with you both in a meeting next week. We'll get you properly signed up and performing soon enough. You can leave now."

"When this contract is over, you know I'm going to be coming for you."

"Indeed." She smirked. "It'll make for [i]great[/i] TV."

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Lykus continues with the stream work, only to be interrupted by Azorious who has gotten very, very concerned.

Tags: M/solo, Showing Off, Exhibitionism, Wolf, Demon, Crocodile, ZSS, Contract, Hypnosis, Stream Chat, Commentary, Series, Temper Temper, Masturbation, Oral, Blowjob, Manipulation, Cock Growth,