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Misthaven Academy for Apprentices. To the majority of the kingdom of Fronjhar and beyond, this was the main hub of the entire world's magic, where wizards from all around the realm travelled to study the arcane arts. Hundreds upon thousands of coins had been sunk into the establishment to make it one of the most booming, successful schools in the entire kingdom, accepting people from as young as 15 and beyond. It always sought new teachers, and new students.

For Cailindor, Misthaven had been a brand new start, and a chance to reinvent himself into the man he wanted to be. For the domestic Feline, his dream was to be the youngest Higher Summoner in history, and he planned to get there by any means necessary. So, when he had moved from the dirty farm where he and his parents used to live and chose to start a new adventure in the expansive, grand Misthaven Academy, he planned to make the most of it.

Misthaven was at least 300 or so acres of land in the middle of nowhere, roughly 2 hours by carriage from Fronjhar's capital, Dewmont. When someone first enters the campus, they are first required to be invited in, and that is done by the gatekeeper, who opens the portal for them to enter. This is chalked down to the paranoia of the high Warlocks, who in their old age have decided it's better to be safe than sorry. From there, the carriage would lead down a finely decorated cobblestone path, that ends in a simple path that circles around back onto itself in a wide ring, with a fountain sitting in the middle. There, students are greeted to the main building.

Like all the buildings on the estate, the main Academy's hub is larger on the inside than it is on the outside. Whilst it looks to take up at least 40% of the amount of land they possess, it is, in fact, at least 10 times that size inside, almost like a labyrinth, with winding hallways and a large lobby. One could easily get lost, but the building thankfully guides it's students subconsciously to their destination, so long as they are certain in where they want to go.

From there, there are a number of other buildings: the mess hall that can seat thousands, and 4 or 5 dormitory buildings crafted from brick and stone, able to house at least 100,000 wizards per building, thanks to the magic used to expand their interiors. Because of all the fancy magic that helps to house as many wizards as possible, it is considered the largest safe haven for warlocks and wizards, as well as the largest complex ever to house them.

Cailindor had been greeted to the wonderful sight when he had first arrived on campus, and he had been awe-struck at the sheer magnitude of the new life he was undertaking, from the never-ending hallways of the main building, to the fact that his own was labelled '12,042'. However, despite his best efforts to push himself into being the High Summoner he one day hoped to be, life seemed to always have a different plan for him.

Cailindor is short. At 17 years of age, he is only 5 feet and 5 inches tall, and he doesn't seem to be getting any taller. Even the majority of 15 year olds are already beginning to get taller than him, and he's become the butt of many jokes thanks to his height. However, he was able to one-up them all, claiming that he was 100 years old. No-one believed him at first, but his constant insistence made people eventually bow to his claims and play along, and they all treated him with a bit more respect.

But even that was the wrong move. Wizards were often stronger the older they got, but it was quite clear to anyone who paid attention that Cailindor didn't have much of a magical bone in his entire body. In fact, he could barely pass his beginning summoning classes, which made him even more of a laughing stock than he already was. As a prideful and easily sensitive Feline, he was quick to cave to judgement, and is continuing to try his best to appear stronger than he is.

It started like any other day. Cailindor slipped on his loose mixture of robes that covered the majority of his body, and he stepped out of the bathroom to be greeted to the sight of his already changed room-mate, Tito.

Tito was different than Cailindor. He was just about the only friend the Feline have, and for good reason: he was too much of a kind-hearted soul. Tito was a Hyena, but he was anything but a scavenger, as much as the stereotype seemed to hold true for the rest of his species. He was an amateur Wizard, and didn't have much more power than Cailindor himself, but he was always kind, and never picked on the Feline. It was because of that that the two had become close friends rather quickly, to the point where Cailindor was honest to him about his real name, and his age.

"You all ready to go, Cai?" The Hyena spoke his real name, shorter and meeker than the made-up one he continued to tell everyone, and the Feline winced at the shame, rubbing the back of his head. He nodded wordlessly, and the Hyena stepped towards the door, a number of books in his hand as he went. He held the door open for his friend and they stepped through, standing in a stone hallway with floating candles lining the ceiling.

"So, what's your plan? I mean, you're not doing good in your summoning classes. You need some magic boost, or something." Tito grimaced as the Cat as they walked, and Cailindor rubbed a hand over his head, sighing. He ran his hands through his purple-blue-grey-ish fur and glanced at Tito with his sharp, yellow eyes.

"Trust me, I know," The Cat groaned. "But I have a plan. It's...uh, it's risky, but it's worth it. Trust me." He assured the Hyena, who shot him a wry smile.

"You know I do." He put an arm around him, giving the Feline a quick squeeze, before sliding his arm off of him. Tito was harbouring a secret from the Feline: he secretly liked him, in more ways than one, but the Feline was always dead-set on girls. It was a difficult conundrum, but one that the kind Hyena was willing to put aside, for the greater good.

The two descended down the floating magic air draft, that allowed them to float up and down to reach the other floors based on their thoughts alone, and the two happily descended down to the ground floor, stepping out into the hallway and towards the front door. They stepped out to find the sun shining overhead, and the main plaza of the academy bustling with life.

"Do you need my help with it, then? Whatever it is you're going to do?" The Hyena asked, and the Feline quickly shook his head, grinning over at the man. Tito was a year older than Cailindor, but the pair of them acted like they were the same age.

"No," Cai began, shaking his head. "I should do this alone. I don't want you to get in trouble."

"...Should I be worried?" The Hyena asked, and the pair of them chuckled as they headed towards the wooden-built double doors leading into the main academy complex.

"I can handle myself." Cailindor assured his friend. The doors had already swung open long before they got to them to let someone else inside, and the two of them stepped up into the main hall, wandering across the stone-built floor to the winding staircase at the far end.

The two had their early morning summoning practice, before they would move onto magical theory shortly thereafter, and then take a quick break for lunch. Whilst the act of training for magic and learning to do it took a great deal of time and effort, the actual work that they did often never spanned for more than 5 hours a day, and they often had plenty of free time to practice on their own. Other than the magical wards that kept any intruders out, and the fierce Battlemages that occasionally patrolled the grounds to break up any disputes, the security around the Academy was incredibly lax. This was primarily because of the trust put to the students, and because the majority of spell books were firmly kept hidden away in the Grand Library. For Cailindor's plan to work, getting a scroll from the library would be the first step.

As usual, 'Summoning 101' was just as brutal as he had expected, and it never seemed to get any better for him. They practiced as they had done for the past few weeks, sitting in front of a doll made of wool, and chanting a mantra to coax a spirit into inhabiting the inanimate object. Provided all went well, the Doll would start to move. Cailindor had gotten the spell down to a fine art, but his spirits never lasted long, leaving mere minutes after arriving, in comparison to his friend and the other students, who could keep theirs up for hours on end.

His teacher had often told him he had 'drive, but no talent', and that stung more than just telling him he was bad. He desperately wanted this. It was all he had ever wanted in life, and to be told he wasn't good enough just wasn't an option. That was why he was going to resort to such drastic measures. After a few hours of training, and then another number of hours of pure and simple theory-crafting, the two friends founds themselves back at the lobby with the rest of a wonderful afternoon ahead of them. However, that wasn't factored into Cai's plan.

"You head on back. I've got some things to take care of." The Feline insisted, and Tito knew he was up to no good. However, he didn't want to annoy him, and he wished him the best of luck, turning around and leaving the cat be as he went to enjoy the rest of the afternoon. With that, the Feline set his plan in motion.

Security was terrible, but the Library was usually quite well guarded. Cailindor made his way there through the winding hallways until he eventually found himself at the Library's entrance, and he stepped through to stare up at the mountain-high pile of books in front of him, as well as the various overstock shelves strewn with books. At a small counter right in front of the pile sat a young Owl secretary, who was flicking though the pages of a book, spectacles balanced on the end of his beak. Cailindor attempting to slink past him, and was thankful that the bird was too engrossed in his book to pay too much attention.

Slowly, Cailindor made his way towards the back end of the library, rummaging through the books in an effort to find the thing he was looking for. He new it existed, it was just a case of finding it so that he could use it. It took him at least half an hour or more until he finally came across the scroll he had found many weeks ago, and he uncurled the parchment to stare down at the spell within. He didn't know all the words, but the gist made sense enough. He could pronounce them, at least. He curled the scroll back up and glanced around, before slipping it into his robe.

He slipped back past the Owl again, who was still fully engrossed in his book, and stepped back out into the hallway. The worst part was over: the rest from here was a cakewalk. He utilized the Academy's unique 'thought-mapping' system, and willed himself to find an empty room, away from prying eyes, with all the equipment he needed. Considering there were hundreds of rooms in this place, he was bound to find a similar one to what he needed. Within a matter of minutes, he found it, and he pushed the door open to be greeted to a dimly-lit room. A few candles swayed overhead, and a number of provisions for what he needed sat in the corner. It was perfect.

The ritual itself was easy to setup for: the scroll itself detailed exactly what he needed to draw out, from the main summoning circle and runes, down to his own protective rune and circle that would keep him from getting torn apart by the familiar before he could form a contract. Magic was a dangerous business, but Cailindor was willing to do anything for the power and recognition that he felt he rightly deserved. Anything for his dream.

With everything set, he lit the candles that sat on 5 points of the summoning circle. Now that he was looking at it from a distance, it was suspiciously beginning to appear to be some sort of demonic circle, but he paid it no mind. He opened up the scroll and make sure to stand within the protective circle, before he cleared his throat. Slowly, he began to chant the words on the scroll. It was a reasonably long phrase, and he guessed that by the time he'd finished reading it off twice, the familiar would be summoned.

Even as he began to chant the words, he felt as if something was amiss, but he held fast and kept uttering the words. The wind around the room blew, but there were no open windows. The candle lights flickered, but somehow remained ablaze, despite such a powerful assault. As he finished off the chant once and began again, he felt a pain in his chest, a stabbing in his heart that was growing more and more intense as he spoke. He chalked it down to indigestion, but he had a feeling something was very, very wrong.

The final word of the chant rolled off his lips, and in front of him, the summoning circle glowed. He watched with wide eyes as it looked as if the world practically opened up inside the circle, revealing fire and brimstone underneath, lava spitting up and scorching the stone floor. From it's depths rose a creature, floating upwards as if the very Earth bowed before him. Cailindor's eyes widened as his eyes focused on the creature amidst the fire and smoke.

It looked like a Dragon, only it lacked wings. It's body was built like a powerhouse, with powerful broad shoulders and a slim stomach, with relatively average hips and athletic calves. It was something like a chiselled beauty, a stunning depiction of the perfect male. It's scales were a ruddy mixture of red, purple and black, in various exotic patterns. A thick tail draped between it's legs, looking to be about as long as it's body, which seemed to be at least 7 foot tall. It's head was pronounced and pointed, with a thick snout and two large, powerful horns protruding from it's head, curling back and upwards, with two smaller horns jutting out right underneath it. On top of all of that, a fine slit sat between it's legs, housing god knows what, and it bore no shame in being naked. As it finally rose up from the depths completely, the portal beneath it sealed shut, and he settled on it's three-toed feet. Smoke billowed from it's nostrils, and the room fell deathly silent. Not even the wind howled.

"I--" Cailindor croaked out, before clearing his throat and starting again. "I-I own you now, familiar. You serve me."

The Dragon looked at him with an expression between amusement and utter annoyance. His eyes scanned up and down the Feline and he suddenly took a step forwards. Cailindor's stomach quivered, but he knew the protective circle would keep him safe.

He practically paled as he saw the hand slip right through a protective barrier that didn't seem to even exist. The hand invaded his inner circle, and Cailindor trembled as the scaled digits drifted towards his face. Any moment now, he expected to be dead, missing half his face.

The hand caressed his cheek, stroking along his fluffy fur, and the familiar let out a slow rumble of approval. He drew his hand back and Cailindor felt every single one of his muscles melt. That was a close one.

"You missed a few runes."

"W...What?" Cailindor blinked. The Familiar could talk. Well, of course it could, but it's voice was so sensual and full of life and lust that he was thrown off guard. He looked down between his feet and frowned, and the Dragon squatted down, pointing to a few blank spots on his protective circle.

"Old parchments. This is why kids aren't allowed them: they're so faded that they're missing most of the crucial bits, like all these runs that would have held your protective circle in tact. Unfortunately, it didn't work. Uh, count yourself lucky, kid. Well, not lucky today in some regards, but definitely still lucky." The Dragon spoke rather casually for a familiar, and it wasn't something that Cailindor had initially expected. He frowned and stepped back, now away that the circle wasn't going to protect him. He held up a hand and sparks trickled at his fingertips.

"Oh, that's cute. You can't even connect your Tonitrua together," he spoke with a fluent Latin tongue, easily spotting the boy's spell. "You gotta be...what, 16? 17?"

Cailindor faltered. This familiar was too smart, and now he was beginning to regret summoning it at all. He looked down at the scroll and scanned it for some sort of dismissing spell. Hopefully, he could drive it back home.

"Oh, no, no. That's not going to work. Sorry," The Dragon beast shrugged and looked mildly apologetic. "I'm going to take a guess and assume you can't read Latin fluently yet, or else you'd know what the spell actually does."

"...I don't follow." Cailindor mumbled after a moment, and the Dragon strode towards him with all the casualness in the world. The feline backed up immediately, but the towering figure was already upon him, pinning him up against the wall. Fear tied a tight knot in his stomach and he struggled against the beast, wondering if he should scream for his life or not.

"Let me spell it out for you," The creature began, smoke pouring from his nostrils, smelling like burning coal. "The spell is actually part Latin, part Cthonian. What you actually did, instead of, I can assume, summoning a High Familiar, is you actually summoned a Greater Demon, offering your soul as tribute, or...payment."

Cailindor paled. He'd summoned a Demon? How could be so stupid? He shook his head in disbelief, and the Demon looked as if he felt sorry for him a little.

"Hey, relax kid. I mean, on the one hand...you kinda got what you wanted. I am, essentially, in servitude to you. But on the other hand...you're kinda missing your soul. You can feel it, right?"

Cailindor should have been crying, or screaming for his life, or something, but he felt numb. That was his soul: it was broken and fragmented, making him unable to feel a thing other than the most primal urges: fear and lust. And at this very moment in time, he felt nothing but fear.

"P-Please," He began, realising the error of his mistakes. "I can't go without my soul. I want to be--"

"A High Summoner, I know. Trust me. Your soul also comes with your memories. I know everything about you, Cailindor...or should I say 'Cai'?" The Demon grinned, tracing a finger down the boy's cheek, and the Feline visibly tensed. "You know, I love me a cute little fuzzy thing like you."

"What are y-- I'm not gay!" The Feline shoved, and the Demon backed off for once, allowing Cailindor to pace the room and try and figure out what he was going to do. He rubbed at his temples, idea after idea bubbling up to the surface.

"What if I could pay you back some other way? Get my soul back, give you some other tribute?" Cailindor suggested, and the Demon put a hand to his chin.

"Hmmm...it could work, but a Soul's tasty, you see. You'd have to pay a heavy price otherwise." The Demon pointed out, and Cailindor took a step forwards, a desperate, fearful look in his eyes.

"I'll do anything."

"That's just what I like to hear." The demon smirked, and he tapped his finger to Cailindor's chest. All at once, the Feline felt his emotions rush back to him, and tears suddenly welled in his eyes. The Demon stepped forward and stroked the boy's cheeks, wiping away any brimming tears.

"There, there...it's alright. The price isn't so bad," The Demon assured him. "Here's the thing...I'm a Demon. Specifically, A Greater Demon. Even more specifically? An Incubus."

Cailindor felt a wave of relief wash over him, and he rolled his head back with a sigh. Thank god: he wouldn't have to do any blood sacrifices, or murder anyone. Incubi were all about sex. Then, that revalation hit him, and he shuddered.

"Oh god. What did I agree to?" Cailindor whimpered, and the Demon smirked a little, stroking behind Cai's ear.

"You fucked up big time." He assured him.

Cailindor put a hand to his head and sighed, taking a step back and wiping his eyes, tossing the scroll to the side. He didn't need it anymore, and it had gotten him in a whole heap of trouble. Maybe he could make his way out of this somehow.

"Alright, let me cut the deal for you," The Incubi suggested. "First of, my name's Xaidar. My normal name is too hard to pronounce. Secondly, I can offer you this: you gather the energy that I need, and I'll give you the power that you so desperately want in return for that little dream of yours. If you don't provide me enough energy, I'll take your soul. Sound good?"

Cailindor knew he was way in over his head, but if he refused, his soul would get taken anyway. Wordlessly, he nodded, and watched as the Demon snapped his fingers. A contract appeared at his fingertips, along with a floating pen and quill. Cailindor seemed mildly impressed, but Xaidar held up his hand.

"Don't be impressed. Most Demons come with a floating pen and quill. Just sign here." He turned the contract around, and Cailindor saw it was in a crudish Demon dialect that he didn't understand. Despite trying to learn from his mistakes, he had to sign it nonetheless, and he wordlessly put his signature on the dotted line. The contract and writing implement disappeared before his very eyes.

"Excellent. Alright, since this is your first day and it's already...getting late, I think, I wont ask that much of you today. I just need 1 load."

"...Load? What, do you want me to undress, or...?" Cailindor hesitated, touching his robes and feeling a colour rise to his cheeks. Incubi were male: if this were a Female, he could have enjoyed it all that much more, but he was dreading it instead.

"Well, yes, but not for me. No, I can't just take yours, it's not as simple. I need the energy of other people." The Incubi grinned, and Cai finally realised what he meant, after a number of seconds of trying to work it out.

"Y...You want me to have sex with other guys?" Cailindor meekly responded, and the Incubus smiled.

"Now you're getting it. Yes, go and get some of their loads, or 'energy', and I'll collect it from you, by way of my mouth." he opened his maw and revealed the rows of teeth and wide, fleshy tongue. Cailindor shuddered in response.

"Gross..." The feline replied, lowering his head. "...Alright, fine. And how do I get power from you?"

"The same way you're getting 'power' from everyone else. Only my way is a lot more messy." The Demon assured him, and Cailindor groaned even more at the prospect. It was either having sex with men, or losing his soul. Either way, he wasn't going to like it.

"Alright, fine...I guess I can stick my dick in a few guys..." The Feline mumbled, and the demon quirked a wide eye ridge.

"What? Oh, no, no. That wouldn't be you getting their 'energy'. You're going to have to bottom." The Demon insisted, and Cailindor visibly recoiled, his face going pale.

"You're joking, right? I'm not...I don't even..." He began, his voice trailing off when he realised the magnitude of his situation. How could he have done something so reckless. He put a hand to his head and rested against the wall, feeling a panic attack coming on.

"At least tell me no-one's gonna see you. If people found out I summoned a Demon to help me in school, I'll be laughed out of the academy, and worse, expelled." Cailindor meekly spoke, and felt a hand on his shoulder. He glanced back towards the Demon and watched in mild surprise as the creature's form suddenly changed into nothing more than a pin-prick. He zipped through the air up to Cailindor's ear, and stabbed right through the flesh.

"Ow! Fuckin'..." Cailindor winced and felt a stab of pain shooting through his ear, before the pain subsided dramatically. He frowned and reached up with a hand, feeling around his ear. There seemed to be a reasonable meidim-sized bead, about as wide as his fingertip, pierced into his ear.

"...An earring? Seriously? Are you trying to make me look like an idiot?" Cailindor snapped, his face souring.

"Quit your complaining. I think it's pretty." The Demon spoke, but now aloud: the voice was projected right into Cai's mind. He chalked it down to their proximity and their contract.

"Alright...fine. You wanted...what, 1 'load'? Disgusting...but I know someone who can help." Cailindor grumbled, dusting himself down and making himself look presentable, before he stepped towards the door and went out into the hallway. No-one was nearby, thankfully. With a sigh, he turned and kept moving, heading down the hallway, the dim lights flickering overhead.

"How come the wards aren't recognising you as a threat?" Cailindor asked casually as they walked, as the thought had played on his mind for quite some time. The Demon snorted in his mind, like something between amusement and surprise.

"Well, we have a contract, so that makes me invisible to them. That, and I was summoned in the Academy. Imagine it like...coming out of the sewers in a city. You bypass the front gate." It was a good analogy, but Cailindor didn't feel any safer.

"Right...and how old are you? God forbid I got tricked by some new Demon with little power." Cailindor was still attempting to see the best of the bad situation, ignoring the fact he had to have sex with men in favour of the idea of immense power.

"Oh, at least 1000 or so. Demons live longer than you strange Warlocks, of course." The Demon quipped in his mind, and the Feline felt a surge of relief wash over him. At least the creature he'd summoned had a lot of power at this fingertips, especially if he was that old.

Cailindor continued at a brisk walk, hoping to avoid most of the students as day was slowly turning into night. His eyes were set on one thing: his dorm. If anyone could help him, Tito could. After all, that Hyena was his best friend, and the only one he could trust. He quickly crossed the courtyard to the dorm building, and he stepped through the doors.

After wafting up the free-falling elevator to his floor, he made his way to his room, and pressed his hand against the doorknob. The handle recognised his 'aura' and unlocked, allowing him to enter his room. Tito was already there, sitting on his bed with a book in his head, pouring over the pages. He raised his head when he saw Cai enter, and a grin spread across his face.

"You got done what you need to do? Wait...is that a piercing?" Tito snickered for a moment, rolling around to sit up properly. The Hyena was dressed in a tight pair of short shorts and a vest, as the heating was wafting through the air, keeping the room warm, yet too warm for robes. Cailindor sighed and sat down on his bed, looking up at Tito with a surly expression.

"I need help." The Cat meekly replied, and Tito frowned, shifting to sit down next to him.

"Cai. It's alright to be gay, you know..." Tito assured him, giving him a supporting pat on the shoulder, and Cailindor twisted away from him, his eyes wide.

"What? No! I...I fucked up, Tito. I really fucked up." Cailindor put his head in his hands as he heard the Demon chuckling in his mind, clearly amused at the poor Feline's misery.

"Tell me all about it." Tito assured him, putting an arm around his shoulder and cuddling the feline close. He was his friend, after all.

"I...found a scroll that could summon a strong familiar, and I wanted to use it so I could get strong...but...I read it wrong. There were words I didn't understand. I was so fuckin' stupid...I summoned a Demon, Tito."

"Oh. Shit," Tito knew that was bad, and he stroked the Feline's hair, pulling a face. "It's okay. It didn't take your soul, did it?"

"It did," Cailindor nodded. "But, I bargained for it back. In return, I have to...do things. Things with guys."

"Wow. Sounds like you summoned a bad one, but...at least you're not having to sacrifice goats or anything, right?" Tito suggested.

"That's a common misconception." The Demon quipped in Cai's mind, and the Feline ignored him, shaking his head.

"Tito, I have to...bottom for guys. You know, let them stick their..." He shuddered, shaking his head again. "And he has to eat it out, or something, to accept the energy. And then he has to do it to me for me to get stronger."

"Wow. That sounds a little fucked up. How many times you gotta do it?" Tito asked, and Cai leant back, wiping his eyes.

"I have no idea. For tonight, he just said once. That doesn't sound so bad, but...he's already here." He reached up, pointing to the strange ear piercing, and Tito grimaced, patting the feline's shoulder as he got to his feet, standing opposite him with a determined look.

"It's okay. I'll help you, any way I can." He assured him, and Cai let out a sigh of relief.

"Good. Because...I don't trust anyone else, Tito. I need you to do it. To..." He cleared his throat, feeling the colour rise to his cheeks. "Be my first."

"Ohohoho. That's juicy, 'Cai'. You're a virgin? Oh, if I had known, I would have gone first." The Demon chortled in Cai's mind, and the Feline lowered his gaze, realising that it was a lot to ask. He was completely oblivious to Tito's affections for him. So, for the Hyena, this was a dream come true. The circumstances were horrible, but to be able to have sex with his crush? That was a blessing in disguise.

Cailindor tried his best to ignore the Demon as Tito took a tentative step closer, his hands fiddling with Cai's robes, wondering whether he should take advantage of the situation or not. He looked nervous, even.

"Are you sure?" Tito asked quietly, and Cai slowly nodded, reaching towards his collar and pulling his robes up over his head. Tito helped him, yanking them over his head and tossing them to the side, revealing Cai's slender, boyish form. Underneath that robe, all he was wearing was underwear and a loose vest covering his chest. Tito stroked a thumb along Cai's collar bone, and he could see that the boy was visibly uncomfortable.

Slowly, Tito leaned his head down, sliding his head in closer and tracing his lips across the feline's cheek. Cai angled his head away instinctively, unsure whether he was up for the idea of kissing yet, and Tito frowned.

"Cai," He began, reaching up to twist the feline's head to face him. "This is your first time. Do you want it to be good, or awful?"

Cai clamped his mouth shut and he lips wriggled as he tried to formulate the appropriate response, but his mind was drawing a blank. Slowly, Tito leant in against, and he didn't resist him this time. Their lips met, and Tito leant him with a small groan of delight, his hand sliding over to Cai's slim hip. The Feline leant into the kiss. He might as well try and enjoy it as much as he can, right?

Tito slowly angled the Feline and pushed against him, and Cai responded to it in the most natural way possible. As the Hyena pushed against him, he pulled back, until he was laying down on the bed with the kissing Hyena atop him. He felt those hands sliding all over his fur, from his blue-grey-ish hips, up to his purple-blue-ish shoulders. Cai wanted this over with as quickly as possible, regardless of how the touching to his body made him tingle. He just wished that the person caressing him was a woman.

His hands toyed with the hem of the Hyena's vest, until he finally pulled it up and over Tito's head, revealing his slim, average-bodied chest. His eyes trailed down and he spotted the Hyena's obviously aching erection tenting slightly within those short shorts. The Hyena leant down a little further and traced his lips against Cai's neck, sliding his hands over his hips nad tucking his fingers into the waistband of the feline's underwear. Slowly, he pulled them down, revealing the cat's sheath underneath.

If this were in Cai's hands, he would have said they were going too fast, but he wanted this over with as fast as he could manage. However, he also knew Tito had his own pace as well, and he let him do whatever he wanted, if it meant he might finish quicker. He quivered underneath the Hyena's hands as they slid around to his rump, spreading his legs a little and sliding a hand over his furry sheath. His hands raised to the cat's vest next, and he pulled them over Cai's head with ease, tossing it aside. Now, the feline was completely naked, but Tito had yet to undress completely.

The Hyena leant back, an anxious grin on his face as he popped the button o nhis shorts and parted them, slowly sliding them back his heads to reveal his tight briefs. Those soon followed the shorts, and Cai was greeted to the sight of the Hyena's twitching erection, which made him briefly gulp, and his eyes widened in surprise. The Hyena's cock was peculiar, epsecially for the feline. Tito sported something that looked to be 7 or so inches, and it was slightly thin, with a strange tip. A pair of furry balls swung beneath, lightly rocking to and fro with each movement. The Hyena squirmed for a moment until he was finally able to kick the pants off of his feet. The pair of them were naked now, and Tito planned to make the most of it.

His head leant down again, and he peppered the feline's body with kiss after kiss, moving lower and lower each time. The Demon was thankfully silent throughout the entire sexual encounter, and probably getting off to it himself, but Cailindor was far too into it to notice. His body quivered and tensed against each and every kiss that travelled down his body, watching as the Hyena got closer and closer to his sheath. A small moan escaped his lips as Tito skirted past the sheath-hole to nuzzle right down into his balls, taking in his scent.

He didn't know how or why, but he was getting hard from this. Tito was actually managing to arouse him, and his mind was filled with cloudy thoughts, wondering if he was even gay or not. He squirmed a little from the assault to his nut sack, eventually feeling the Hyena's sloppy, wet tongue smearing all over his package, making the breath hitch in his throat. His member began to slide from his sheath, slowly at first, but steadily growing. After a few moments had passed, his member was at half mast, pulsing weakly against his stomach.

Like all Felines, Cailindor had a barbed, cone-shaped member, and whilst barbs naturally tended to deter most species, Tito seemed all for it. He deliberately dragged his tongue up Cai's balls and to the base of his throbbing cock, sliding it from the base to the tip, as the flaring barbs on the upper half of his cock flared and pricked lightly into the Hyena's tongue. The wet appendage managed to catch a great deal of them as it dragged up, and each one was like heaven. Cailindor let out a shuddering groan and rolled his head back, his chest heaving.

"T-Tito..." He moaned the Hyena's head, squirming underneath him as the Hyena slipped his mouth over the fat little cat cock, pushing it against the roof of his mouth as it hardened and pulsed against his tongue. He dragged his tongue up and down, teasing and pleasuring the barbs as he slid his mouth back and forth, making sure to slather spit over every single inch of his member.

Slowly, the Hyena bobbed his head, and Cai panted beneath him, his member pulsing and twitching within the other's mouth. He'd never received a blowjob before, but something about this was different. It was intimate, special, as if Tito was putting every ounce of his feeling into it. Soon, Cai's chest began to heave up and down, feeling a tight pressure in his pelvis that made him squirm. The pleasure heightened more and more, until he was a weakly mewling, panting mess.

Suddenly, he felt the pressure release, and an overwhelming feeling of pressure swept over his body, making his muscles relax as he flopped back down onto the bed. He groaned weakly, his cock throbbing and pulsing, shooting thick strings of cum right up into Tito's mouth. The Hyena dutifully gulped and suckled down each and every drop of his seed, squeezing the base of his member and milking him as much as he could. Cailindor has masturbated before, and whilst that had been amazing, this was far, far different. It was pure bliss.

The orgasm faded rather quickly, leaving Cai a panting mess beneath the smirking Hyena, who slid his mouth off of the Feline's member, leaving it to weakly throb against the Cat's stomach. He crawled forwards on the bed until his own crotch was sliding up against the Feline's own, and he grinned down at the Cat, his tail wagging to and fro.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" He teased, and Cai furrowed his brow in response, feeling the colour rise to his cheeks in embarrassment.

"I'm not gay." He retorted.

"You sure moaned like a good little bitch, though." The Demon pointed out in his mind, and Cai scrunched up his eyes, trying to block him out.

"Alright...you ready?" The Hyena asked, already lifting up Cai's back end and stuffing a few pillows under his behind. Cailindor looked nervous, glancing down between his legs and staring for a moment at the long Hyena cock, wondering if it would even fit inside of him.

"I...I guess I'm as ready as I'll ever be." Cai mumbled, and Tito took that as a good enough answer. The Hyena slowly crawled forwards until his cock was lining right up with the Feline's tight, virgin pucker, and he smeared the head of his member against the taut entrance, oozing pre-cum against the sensitive skin.

Slowly, Tito began to push, and Cai winced at his tight entrance spread open to accommodate the member. It sank down deeper and deeper into him, an inch at a time, and the feline let out a hiss or two as it slid down further into him. Each inch took more effort than the last to get use to, as he felt an uncomfortable stretching on his sphincter, giving him a dull, weak searing pain. Tito was groaning atop him, shuddering and gasping out in delight at just how tight and warm the Feline was in the inside, his velvety inner walls squeezing and clenching around the Hyena's cock.

"O-Oh wow." Tito mumbled under his breath, slowly sliding back and pre-cum oozed from the tip of his member, trailing along the Feline's inner walls. Each squeeze from the Feline spread that sticky substance around his inner tunnel, and as the Hyena pushed forwards back into him, he felt less resistance, and had an easier time gliding his way in.

Cailindor winced and gritted his teeth every so often as the cock slid back and forth in a slow, sensual rhythm. Tito knew it was his first time, and he was trying his best to help him accommodate, making sure each thrust and hump was slow and methodical. But even a kind person like Tito couldn't keep it up for long, and his hips eventually began to speed up as he bottomed out completely in the Feline, his pelvis squishing up against Cai's rump.

He pulled back and thrust with more intensity each time, the Hyena's breath coming out in laboured, groaning pants. Each thrust grew wetter than the last, eventually filling the air with the wet sounds of their sex, the Hyena's balls slapping and bouncing off of the Cat's body as his hips thrust back and forth. Cai winced and grunted with each thrust, his insides spasming and clenching down instinctively from the pain, trying his best to get use to it.

"H-Hnn...Oh god, Cai..." Tito arched his back and thrust harder and harder, his chest heaving, his breath coming out in short, hot pants. He was getting close, and he knew it, his hips slamming up and down as his cock throbbed and pulsed. Soon, those manly groans were replaced with weak, gentle whimpers as the pleasure grew too much to bear. His thrusts turned irregular and inevitably slowed, and Cai knew what was coming.

The Hyena slid down slowly and his entire body shuddered in delight, a thick spurt of cum jetting from the end of his cock and right into the Feline's insides. Cai winced briefly and curled his toes, letting out a soft exhale as he felt the Hyena unload into him. One spurt after the other shot deep into him, and Tito's knees quivered and trembled with exhaustion, his eyes rolled up into his head, driven mad with lust and pleasure. He stayed in as long as he could, making sure every drop was milked from his back, before he eventually slid back. His member dangled down a little, not looking as rigid as it once did, and slowly began to soften. Tito sighed, crawled up beside the Feline and curling up against him, an arm around the Cat.

"...That hurt." Cailindor grumbled, and Tito gentle stroked his fur, mumbling a tired apology. As much as Cai wasn't gay, the idea of a nice warm hug was...tempting. He leant closer into the Hyena and pressed his head against his chest, feeling his warmth and the glow of his affection.

After a moment, his ear felt considerably lighter, and he turned his head to see the Demon forming back into his original form in a dramatic cloud of smoke. The Dragon beast stood there with a smirk plastered across his face, admiring the two cuddling boys for a moment.

"Well, isn't that sweet? Oh well, now it's my turn. Just stay still, 'Cai'." He got down on his knees beside the bed, and Cai quivered as he felt the Demon's large hand on his backside, spreading his 17 year old cheeks and exposing his slightly leaking, cum-stained rump.

Cai's eyes widened and he winced briefly, watching the Demon wedge his fat snout between his cheeks. He felt something almost scaldingly hot pressing right up against his pucker and he shuddered, gasping under his breath. Tito curled his arms around him and held him tighter, the pair of them watching the Demon do his work.

Cai let out a weak little whimper as he felt that lavishly hot appendage slid right into his pucker with ceremony, sliding deep into his insides. He could only guess it was the Demon's tongue, but it seemed so viciously long. It was sinking deeper and deeper into Cai's insides, until he was let a mildly groaning, trembling mess. He could feel the tip of it wiggling this way and that inside of him, collecting every single drop of the Hyena's cum.

Finally, after what felt like a number of minutes, the tongue slid back, but did so incredibly slowly, making sure that the poor feline would be left shuddering and groaning from the ordeal. The Demon eventually snapped his tongue back completely and grumbled, sounding rather pleased.

"That was mighty fine. Not as good as a soul, but...certainly quite nice, considering I've been hundreds of years without that kind of 'energy'." The Demon assured them, and made an effort to climb into the bed with them. They were relatively lucky: both of the boys had their own double beds, courtesy of the Academy, so there was plenty of room for the three of them.

"So...So, that's all you need? You just, what, stick your tongue in there?" Cai asked quietly, feeling the demon's hands travelling up his naked body, before eventually curling around his stomach and spooning him.

"Precisely." The Demon muttered. God, his scales were so wonderfully warm against Cai's back, to the point where his skin was prickling. It felt nice. But there was clearly something else that he was feeling, and he knew what it was: the Demon's thick, throbbing cock was deliberately sliding between his cheeks, gently sliding up and down, hot-dogging him.

"A-And, uh...how am I going to get power from you?" The Feline asked nervously, and he felt the grip around him tighten. He trembled briefly as he felt the Demon's hot breath on his ear, making him shudder.

"I think you know." Xaidar growled lower and huskily, his hands stroking over the Feline's stomach, making it clear what his intentions were. Cai gulped nervously, and glanced up to Tito, who smiled down at him and cuddled against him, wanting to make sure he felt safe.

"O...Okay. Do it now, so that I'm all powerful for tomorrow." Cai mumbled quietly, and the Demon definitely didn't need telling twice.

Xaidar definitely felt a lot thick and a lot bigger than Tito, and he had a feeling that he was not going to be gentle. Cai was thankful for the Hyena laying in front of him, because he held onto him tightly as he felt the tip of the Demon's cock smearing against his wet, sticky pucker, before a hand clenched his hips, and thrust up.

Cai was able to take a good 4 inches of the Demon's cock before he felt nothing but an uncomfortable pain, and a hiss escaped his mouth, clinging to Tito desperately, who gently held him and stroked his face, a look of worry plastered over his own. The Demon growled low under his breath, stuffing inch after inch of his fat, exotic cock firmly into the Feline's behind. He had to at least be 9 inches or more, and was definitely 'girthy'. The tip had been pronounced with a clear ridge for his glans, and the underside of his cock was lined with similar exotic ridges that ribbed against Cai's insides. The thing that worried the feline most was what was at the base.

As the demon pushed up, he met a final piece of resistance, and the Demon groaned quietly in his ear, rocking against him. Cai soon realised he was face to face, sort of, with a knot, and it was a thick one. He could feel it pressing dangerously against his rump, desperate to enter and tie with him, and he squirmed against it, knowing that it would likely ruin him. He gripped to Tito's chest, wincing here and there as the cock slid back, ribbing his insides once more, before the Demon thrust up.

With each thrust, it grew easier. The pain still seared his behind, but it was slowly dissipating, and he began to become awash with a feeling of pleasure in it's wake. It wasn't purely down to his body, however: the Demon's pre-cum with mixed with a mild magical aphrodisiac that made the Feline all the more receptive to his cock each time he pumped his member back and forth. The ribbed underside raked against the Cat's insides and he was soon left panting and squirming against the thick, fat member. Each sharp, rough thrust was met with a hot, wet slap, as his knot bounced off of the Cat's sticky backside.

The Demon was quite clearly enjoying himself. Whilst one hand was holding the Feline firmly by the hip, the other and sliding up and down his fur from underneath, occasionally sliding up to stroke across the Cat's sensitive nipple. He had one leg cocked up, thrusting powerfully into the Feline like a true male, with each thrust eliciting a small grunt from his lips.

"Fuck..." The Demon grunted, thrusting harder and harder as a pleasure built up within him. His member slid back and forth and Cai was left a whimpering, slightly groaning mess against Tito's chest, who quietly held him and nuzzled into the top of his head, giving him the comfort he desperately deserved. The knot pounded against the Feline's tight, stretched pucker, desperate to tie and knot inside him with each thrust.

Eventually, the pleasure was too much, and the Demon knew he needed to tie, and quickly. He thrust up hard and Cai visibly winced for a moment, a weak mewl escaping his lips, and the Demon let out a growl of frustration. He gripped the Feline's hips a little harder and thrust with all the power he could muster. The knot pressed tightly against Cai's rump, and the powerful hands forced his hips down, until finally, the knot slipped right into the Feline's backside, stretching his sphincter to it's limit and completely locking with him.

That was all the Demon needed. He groaned in delight and suddenly changed tact, curling up against the Feline and groaning in pure ecstasy. He rocked his hips against Cai's backside as his knot slid back and forth, merely a couple of millimetres, and his cock throbbed powerfully inside the Feline's tight inner walls. Thick ropes of cum shot from the end of his cock and splattered right into Cai's most deepest, intimate areas. The Feline could feel a sudden warmth that spread throughout his body and made him groan in a strange mixture of uncomfortableness and delight. He felt his belly swelling for just a moment, before it magically began to shrink and disappear. His body was, in fact, absorbing the Demon's cum, and he could feel something within his chest: a surge of power.

Nestled between two men, who were loving carressing and stroking him, it was hard not to relax in the post-coital bliss of it all, and he soon closed his eyes, feeling sleep take a hold of him. His mind was clouded with many dreams and emotions, feelings that he couldn't quite place and the nightmare and horror of the situation he was in overshadowed it all.

Light filtered in through the window the next morning, and the Feline lightly stirred, yawning and stretching out his back. He could feel warmth on him from both sides, and realised that the Demon and Tito were still curled up against him.

"Mmmh...morning, beautiful." The Demon growled into Cai's ear, making him jump and twist his head towards Xaidar, who pressed his snout into the Cat's fluffy fur.

"I...uh...do you eveven sleep?" Cai meekly asked.

"Nope. Not at all. But I've lived many years...8 hours carressing a beautiful boy is not something that bothers me. Plus, I was stuck for a few hours." Xaidar rolled the words off his tongue like melted chocolate, making shudder run up Cailindor's spine. He slowly sat up and glanced down at the snoozing Hyena, before crawling across the Demon to get out of bed. Just as he was half-way over him, he felt hands on his hands, stopping him, and he suddenly realised it was straddling the Demon. Xaidar grinned up him, caressing his hips.

"C-Cut it out," Cai pouted a little, trying to wriggle off of him. "I have to get ready for class."

"Mmmh...fine, fine." He let go, and Cai slipped off his hips, thankful that he was now dislodged from the Dragon Demon. Somehow, he felt lighter, more alert, and definitely not sticky between his legs.

"Your, uh...where did it go?" He asked casually enough, and the Demon rolled onto his side, propping his head up to admire the naked Feline getting dressed.

"Your body absorbed it all. That's how you get more power from me, and don't worry, it's permanent. But, ah...you're going to need a lot more from me to compete with the big boys."

"Great..." Cai grumbled under his breath, tugging a fresh vast over his body. "...So, how much have I got to get for you today, huh?"

"Hmm...4. We'll start small. The more prolific you get and the more word gets around of your deeds, the more we can ramp it up, and the more power you'll get."

"What do you mean, 'of my deeds'? I don't want anyone to know I'm a slut!"

"Isn't it better than them knowing you have a Demon familiar?"

Xaidar had backed him into a corner there, and Cai struggled with the thought for a moment. He knew he was just going to have to grit his teeth and get on with it, and he let out an exasperated sigh.

"Fine." He retorted, grabbing his robes from the floor and dusting them off for any flecks of hair or dirt, and tugging it over his head. He gestured with a hand and the Demon obediently obliged, getting to his feet, but not before he tossed a blanket over the sleeping Hyena, who didn't even seem to stir from all their talking. The Feline stepped out into the hallway and the Demon followed, humming a merry tune.

As they stepped into the hallway, the Demon was courteous enough to sweep back into an ear piercing once more, attaching himself snugly to the Cat's ear.

"Mmmh, it feels so good to be close to you, baby." He teased, and Cai pouted, shutting the door.

"Shut up." He hissed, heading off down the hallway, and floating down the elevator and out of the lobby. Today seemed mildly more overcast than it had done the previous day, and the Feline was a little surprised. He hadn't even remotely seen this place as anything but sunny since he'd been here, but then again, it had only been a few months.

He stepped up into the lobby, which was bursting with people as usual, and he made his way down a wide hallway, his mind set on a training room for his spirit studies. He had an hour before class, and Tito was meant to be there with him, so he knew he was a little early. He turned towards a door and twisted it, opening it up into a blank room. Light filtered in through the window, and the Feline closed the door behind him.

Slowly, he crouched, taking out a piece of cloth from his robes, and placing down the same doll he was using for practice, and for his lessons. He stared down at the thing for a moment, before he raised a single finger. He traced the possession rune on the doll's chest, and it light up a bright blue, as it usually did. When he was done, he clapped his hands together, and there was a spark of arcane power. That was definitely knew. Usually, nothing really happened.

The Doll suddenly bolted upright with all the vigour of a newborn child, and starting running around in a circle. After a moment, it stopped and stared up at the young apprentice sitting before him, the Feline's eyes wide and awe-struck.

"Dada!"

Did it just speak? Spirits possessed into an inanimate object never spoke. Just what had he done? Was this a taste of the power he had at his fingertips? A day ago, he couldn't even get a spirit to remain in an object for 2 seconds, and now he had one that was talking and walking like a human being. He watched as the doll ran up to him and hugged into his knee, giggling happily.

One the one hand, he was elated. He was powerful now. But with that surge of power, he felt something in his stomach. A bad feeling.

A feeling of dread.