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Date with a Devil

The full, autumn moon shone its bright white light down upon the dark neighborhood. A small wind blew, shaking loose leaves from trees and howling a low mournful wail between buildings. Most of the houses were dark at this time of night, the residents having responsibly gone to bed in preparation for their busy lives. The keyword being most houses. In one house, one of the windows was lit with and unstable, flickering, red light. If one were to climb up the tall, crooked oak tree outside and look in that window, they would see every conceivable surface in the room, a bedroom to be precise, covered in candles of all shapes and sizes.

A man knelt in the center of the floor. His black hair flowed down his shoulders and his hands deftly sketched a series of complex runes and symbols on the floor in chalk. Next to him sat a diagram he had printed out from the internet showing the circle he was making, as well as the ritual to go along with it.

After several minutes of drawing, examining, erasing, and then redrawing, he sat up, satisfied with his work. The large circle he had drawn was filled with intertwining lines of symbols that blended together almost hypnotically. Perfection. Now all that was left to do was to start the ritual.

He bent down, placing alternating red and black candles at key points in the circle and lit them. He then sat down outside the circle, legs crossed, and shut his eyes. He had been memorizing the words needed for the past week or so, so they came quickly and easily to the front of his mind. He didn't actually know what the words meant, since they were a weird mixture of early German and Latin and something else he wasn't quite able to identify, but really did he need to know? The internet said it worked and that's all that mattered at this point.

He had gotten about five words of the strange elegant yet guttural incantation out when the loud peal of an anime theme song cut through the silence, his cellphone ringtone interrupting him. He grumbled and stood up, grabbing the phone off his desk, grumpily swiping his finger across the touch screen to answer the call.

"Yo, it's Theodore. Yeah. Yeah, I know. Yes, I got the stuff out for dinner tomorrow. Okay. Have fun. See you tomorrow." He sighed and hung up the phone. His roommate worried too much. Theodore had decided to do the ritual tonight since his roommate had been out of town for the weekend at a convention and wouldn't be back until later tonight, and he didn't want to get interrupted but... whatever he supposed. He sat back down and started chanting again.

As words poured out of his mouth, the light seemed to drain from the room filling it with a darkness that seemed almost liquid in its consistency. Even in the increasing darkness, the shadows on the wall began to grow and twist, distorting into monstrous shapes that laughed and writhed, consuming the rest of his room- his furniture, his walls, even the door and window in a dark void. In shock, Theodore tried to stop chanting, but the words continued to force themselves out of his mouth against his will, leaving him barely any time between harsh syllables to take breaths. The white chalk on the ground began to darken in color at the center before the change spread out turning the pure white of the runes to a dark red, the color of blood. Theodore forced his eyes shut, afraid to see what the next change to his room would be. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he reached the end of the spell. He gasped for breath as control of his lungs finally returned to him and slowly opened his eyes.

"What the...?"

And then every candle went out.

Theodore jumped to his feet. His foot got caught on the leg of his desk chair, he tripped, and both he and the chair went tumbling to the ground, his head hitting the floor in the process. As he shook, the pain from his head, the candles in the room began to relight, one by one, except instead of the flames being red they were a ghostly blue which slowly darkened until it seemed like the room itself was somehow being lit by darkness.

A deep laughter echoed through the room. "Hell? Yes, you would be quite correct there, I suppose. Hmmm. So you're the one who summoned me? I expected more out of the first one to speak my name in a millennia."

Theodore looked around the room, trying to find the one who spoke.

"But apparently you are quite the novice. Come now, you should know where I am. After all, you're the one who summoned me."

Theodore looked closely at the circle. The air above it was shimmering almost like it was hotter than the rest of the room. "No way."

"Very good. Maybe there is some hope for you." The shimmering coalesced into a solid shape. Before him stood a demon. The creature stood a good foot taller than him. Its body was mostly shaped like a humans except it was covered in dark grey fur. Its forearms and lower legs were covered with jet black scales and its hands and feet were tipped with razor sharp claws that gleamed in the eerie light. Its face was, well, its face was just a skull. Theodore would describe it as something like what he'd seen artists imagine a dragon's skull was like in shape, but it had four dark, empty eye holes. Four horns curled out of the skull, two of them circling inward and plunging deep into the upper two eyesockets. The other two curled behind its head forming a halo. Two wolf-life ears perched atop the demon's head, twitching in amusement and a scaled, black demonic tail slowly twitched behind him. Theodore knew it was definitely a him by the sight of the large, demonic cock that was poking its way out of the creature's sheath.

He chuckled "Impressed, are we?"

Theodore realized he had been staring at demon for a bit longer than was appropriate. He blushed and forced himself to look at its face even though he was honestly more terrified than he had ever been in his life. The demon looked like it was smiling.

It bowed to him. "So, master, what would you bid me do?"

"What?"

"That's why you summoned me, correct? You must have some business you wish accomplished to summon one such as I?"

"Well, uh, actually, I just found the spell on the internet and it said it would just summon something silly, like a tiny demon frog."

The demon looked at him for a moment before bursting out into laughter. "That explains so much. I had wondered why someone had summoned the great Salaxar using only a minor circle of binding. Tell me, human, did you even realize that had you summoned the correct denizen of Hell, this circle is useless anyway." He pointed at several points on the circle. "Your form is fine, but it doesn't matter if you don't even use the correct grammar. Had I been a far less magnanimous demon, I would've leapt from this circle immediately and devoured you soul and all."

Theodore felt his breath catch in his throat and he took a step back. Oh god. He had summoned a demon and it was free to do whatever it wanted. He was screwed.

"Oh, don't act like that. It hurts my feelings you know." The demon looked him over. "Honestly, you're a pretty solid specimen of human. Better than the old wizards with their grey beards and sagging wrinkles that used to summon me. At the very least you're serviceable."

"Serviceable?"

"Look into my eyes, Theodore."

Theodore found himself unable to resist the command, his gaze meeting the dark void of its sockets. A pin-point of glowing red light formed inside each one and Theodore found himself unable to look away. He tried to move, but found his body would no longer cooperate.

"Good. You didn't ward yourself either. I hadn't expected you to, but one never knows." It strode out of its circle, predatory and catlike in its movements, eyeing Theodore like he was its prey.

Theodore finally found enough willpower hidden away somewhere to look away, his eyes settling upon the small, iron pocket knife he usually kept on his desk. He remembered reading somewhere that iron hurt demons. If he could just grab it... He used the same will to slowly inch his hand closer and closer to the desk. Almost...

He felt the demon's clawed hand wrap around his wrist, sending a strange tingle up his arm. "Surprising. Perhaps I underestimated you. You might be a better catch than I had first thought." The hand slowly moved up Theodore's arm, coming to a rest on his shoulder its arm wrapped around his body. "But you're still mine." He whispered in Theodore's ear.

As it whispered, a haze seemed to force itself upon Theodore's mind. He found himself having trouble thinking clearly, his thoughts coming slow and muddled.

"Wha..."

"Shhh, you're mine." It continued to whisper in his ear. "And really, is that such a bad thing, being mine? Imagine having a strong demon to care for you, to hold you...

Theodore leaned into the demon's embrace.

"To fuck you senseless."

Theodore moaned as the demon reached down with its other claw and rubbed at the bulge forming in his pants. He imagined the monster filling him with the cock that he could feel rubbing against his back, slowly coating his shirt with the thick pre-cum leaking out of it.

It let go. "All you need is to tell me you're mine. To give yourself to me. Two simple words. A contract of sorts, you see." It reached up and rubbed his face.

Teo moaned at the touch. He knew exactly what he wanted. Every single atom of his body burned with the desire. "I'm yours." He whispered.

The demon chuckled behind him. "Good. I knew you'd make the right decision. Now then. Let's get you into a slightly more... suitable form, shall we?"

Theodore wanted to question what that meant, but the fog in his mind wouldn't let him. He just stood there as the demon, his demon, ran its claw down his clothes, cutting them off his body. They fell to the floor leaving him standing naked in the middle of the floor, his cock full and throbbing with need.

"Eager I see. Let's get started then." The demon reached over and slowly ran its claws down Theodore's arm, the contact sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. Where they touched, dark, black hair began to sprout and grow, quickly covering the man's white skin entirely. Underneath the fur, Theodore could feel his bones breaking and rearranging. He watched as the muscles in his arm not only bulked up, but changed, making his arm look more bestial than human. The demon repeated the process on the other arm. Then it reached down and grabbed one of Theodore's hands in its own, rubbing it. Theodore looked down to see the bones begin to shift and move, stretching and elongating. The skin of his palm began to darken and become leathery, forming itself into thick pads like those of a dog. He moaned out both in pleasure and pain as sharp claws burst from the tips of his fingers, his own blood dripping thick and red onto the wood of the floor. When that hand was done, the demon moved to the other one, seemingly taking its time and teasing the human that was so entirely enthralled in its spell.

Once Theodore's arms were fully changed into those a wolf. The demon ran its claws down his chest. Once again, black fur began to sprout. The demon reached down and began to play with one of Theodore's nipples. Every single pinch and movement of the demon's claws sent Theodore closer and closer to the edge- and edge he couldn't quite seem to cross. Once again, Theodore could feel the bones and muscles inside his body bulking up and changing beneath his skin, but the more it was happening the harder he was finding it to distinguish the pain from the pleasure. He felt a brief moment of confusion when the demon reached down to one of his new abs and began to play with something there before the new connections in his brain began to spark to life. The demon was playing with new nipples that had sprouted on his now wolf-life body. Once again as he brought Theodore to the edge of orgasm, the demon stepped back and took a look at its creation.

It bent down, and Theodore was briefly excited before he realized that no, it was moving to play with his legs. The process proceeded similarly to what the demon did with his arms. His feet stretched into paws, claws bursting from his toes. What Theodore didn't expect was when the muscles and bones in his legs began to stretch and change entirely. He lost his balance and fell over onto the bed. He looked down and watched as his legs changed from their plantigrade stance into a digitigrade one. At that moment the full enormity of what the demon was doing to him hit him and broke through the haze of pleasure. It was turning him into a monster like it. He began to breathe heavily in fear.

"Don't worry, the process is almost over. Remember, you agreed to this." The demon laid down on top of him and began to play with Theodore's cock using its claws. Skin began to stretch up around it and waves of pleasure radiated throughout his body before Theodore tensed up and came the orgasm ripping through is body and mind as white cum erupted out of him, splattering across his chest. He caught his breath as the demon seemed to smile at him and reach down, once again playing with his cock.

Theodore was shocked to find he was just as hard again already, if not harder. His cock looked as though it was overfull and about to burst, dark red and pulsating. He watched as the demon began to pull on it, almost as though it were trying to mold it. He was shocked when it did begin to stretch, longer and thicker, eventually coming to a tapered point. The demon reached down the base and began to pull on it there, forming a canine knot.

Once again, Theodore moaned out, this time more a howl than a moan though, as lust and pleasure wracked his body and he reached another orgasm in less than a minute after the first. More cum, this time no longer white but a feral yellow, splattered across his chest. His eyes rolled up in his head and he began to find it harder and harder to think about anything besides the feeling the demon was providing his body.

But still, the demon was relentless and didn't stop. It reached one hand down and began to play with Theodore's balls. They expanded beneath its touch growing larger and larger until it held two orbs the size of oranges in its hands. It stopped for a moment and looked directly into Theodore's eyes before slowly reaching down and placing a single claw on Theodore's canine dick.

White hot bliss shot through Theodore's body and his mind was utterly lost to the pleasure as the ensuing orgasm lasted for several minutes, the wolf's cum coating both him and the surrounding bed.

When it was finally over, Theodore lay there in a stupor, unable to think. The demon lay down beside the wolf and once again began to whisper. "See how nice it is to become my pet. To exist only for the pleasure of the flesh."

Theodore groaned. "Yes, master."

"Good. Now, I think we need to give you a new name. Teo seems more fitting for a werewolf servant of a demon, don't you agree?"

Teo sat there for moment in though. Teo was a much better name. Theodore really was such a dumb name for something as powerful and sexy as him. His master was smart, very smart. "Yes, much better."

"Very good. Now, let's finish you up, shall we." The demon leaned over and began to kiss Teo, his long, snake-like tongue entering the wolf's still human mouth. As the demon's saliva began to coat his mouth, Teo's teeth began to stretch out, becoming sharp fangs. He could feel his face slowly stretching out into a muzzle, fur beginning to cover it. What he couldn't see was the amber color slowly beginning to seep into this eyes changing them into those of an animal or his ears begin to slowly stretch to points and climb their way up his head. Beneath him, he could feel his tailbone begin to elongate and stretch longer and longer, forcing the muscle in his ass to move and force his now much looser and waiting tail-hole out into the open until finally a three foot wolf tail poked out from underneath him.

The demon pulled back and stood up, staring at the 7-foot tall, muscular monster of a werewolf laying on the bed in front of him. His creation and pet.

Teo looked up at the demon and whined before rolling over and exposing his tail-hole to his master. Behind him, he heard the demon walk over with his new ears and then felt a single claw coyly begin to tease the hot, needy flesh. Once again Teo whined, this time more desperate. The desire to be filled was consuming him.

A howl escaped his throat as he felt the demon's cock enter him. It began to thrust, each thrust hitting something inside him that sent blinding pleasure shooting through his mind. But the demon wasn't working fast enough, not going deep enough. The wolf began to thrust backwards desperately trying to find release. His tongue hung out of its mouth and a single clawed paw reached down and began to stroke at his canine cock trying to find that release.

Then, with one final, especially hard thrust, the demon entered him fully, knot and all, and came, its thick, hot cum filling him. Teo howled in ecstasy as his eyes rolled back in his head and he too began to cum once again for the fourth time that night. He soon collapsed onto the bed, the demon still stuck inside him, covered in his own seed.

They lay like that for what seemed like hours before finally the blood began to leave its cock and it was able to pull out. Teo whined as he did, feeling empty once more.

"Don't worry my pet. We'll have more fun later. But first..." The demon seemed to smile.

The sound of a door opening and slamming shut echoed up from downstairs.

"Hey Theodore, I'm home now." His roommate yelled up to his room.

"...how about we share your gift with your friend?"