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My name is Calion, and I am a demon hunter.

No, that is not a good introduction. I suppose I still am myself to a degree, but a demon hunter? No... not anymore, if I ever even had been. I will start from the beginning.

I was a fledgling hunter at that time, being trained by the masters. 'twas a noble profession, second to none. Certainly a healer would save lives, but we removed from the world the evils that necessitated their services. We were the vanguards of goodness, standing firm against any demonic incursions into this world.

I still remember how glorious our welcome was. We marched from far away in an ever increasing line of new recruits, led through the beautiful valleys of our kingdom. It was an arduous journey, but we quickly adjusted, marching along to the beat of the drums. Gone were the days of childhood, it was time for us to become men. More than men, even: warriors.

Onward our journey went through forests and fields, green and full of life in the middle of summer. This was what we'd be protecting, beyond just the people of the realm. The trees and animals were ours to guard too, lest hellish influence twist them into monstrosities. The sun itself seemed to approve of our newfound purpose, shining brightly over us from the skies above. And oh, the sights only became grander from there. We reached the base of the mountains in which the Order's stronghold-monastery had been built, so it could overlook as much of the surrounding area as possible. Far above us, seemingly touching the sky, we witnessed the mighty castle rising towards the sun, and perhaps even the gods themselves.

Of course, while most of us were relatively hardy farm boys, we weren't used to walking up mountainsides. The climb was steep and treacherous. While seeing more and more of the kingdom beneath us was a wonderful fight, the climb itself sapped much of the enjoyment. Over and over we had to stop, resting the best we could while the recruiters mocked us. As if they had done any better on their first days. I did better than most, but less than halfway up my lungs felt raw, like I was inhaling fire rather than cool mountain air. Nausea threatened to send the remains of my breakfast across the mountainside, and the extreme exertion had my mouth tasting coppery like blood. No-one would be carried, the said; this was the first trial. Those who failed to make it all the way up today would have to wander back to their homes in shame.

I was determined to make it, even though I was wheezing at barely a third of the way up. Luckily, someone collapsed, and the party stopped for a brief merciful moments. I sat down on a flat rock and tried as hard as I could to catch my breath. Deep breaths. In. Four, three, two, one. Out. Repeat.

The fallen recruit was apparently deemed unable to continue and the our leaders announced that he would be left there with a day's worth of supplies to make it back home. A fair enough decision, assuming he could bear the shame. And so, the rest of us, I believe about two dozen newcomers, carried on, struggling to get up the almost vertical path to our new home.

We eventually reached a flatter plateau near the middle. Most of the upper half of the mountain was protected by sacred wards that kept demons from even approaching, much less materializing there. They could still reach into it to manipulate mortals, but the Order was well trained to resist such attempts. When thunder struck from the blue sky, causing fire to erupt from where it splintered stone, we were not near that part yet.

What appeared before us was, to my recollection, the first demon I had personally seen. It was much like one of the wolves that the Order preferred recruiting, but larger. Far larger, with leathery wings, and curved horns reminiscent of those of a ram, except black. Perhaps more prominent than that was its massive erection, pointed menacingly towards us. Perhaps it was already fantasizing of what it would subject us to, but before it could do anything but howl, the recruiters both stepped up in front, drawing their weapons. Their jovial attitude was gone, replaced by a visibly grim determination. One drew a shield, the other what looked like a warhammer, so large that he needed both hands for it. A smell of brimstone and musk filled the air despite the brisk mountain winds, and the demon made a gesture; the almost universally understandable throat-cutting motion. I found myself unable to look away from the creature's maleness, as if it had some primal aura of lust that threatened to take away control of my mind. Intrusive, unwanted thoughts of being on my knees before him filled my mind. Gathering all my willpower, I forced my head to turn until the demon was out of my field of vision, and it felt like a rubber band breaking inside my skull.

As my mind cleared, I wasn't sure what would happen. On one hand, the demon was huge and intimidating, but on the other, the guardians were specifically trained to defeat such things. This much became apparent very quickly. The lupine infernal charged at us, unarmed other than for its scythe-like claws. The guardian with the shield raised one arm and traced a pattern through the air with his fingers, and with a deafening boom, the demon was slung back with incredible force, sending it flying into the rocks, some of them shattering under its immense weight.

It did not seem daunted by this, but quickly stood up, stretching its body and shaking that horned head. The recruiter with the hammer stepped forward, muttering a few words and touching the head of his warhammer, setting it ablaze with a brilliant light, unlike the sulfurous fire that the demon had emerged from. I could see what seemed to be fear in the creature's black eyes, and it flinched, as if the light itself was hurting it. Yet it did not back down.

Instead, it leapt towards our protector, who barely had time to dodge out of the way before those fearsome claws sliced through the air where he had stood a split second ago. The demon howled again, but the howl was cut short by the sudden realization that it was now trapped between the two guardians. It inhaled deeply, and then spewed forth a jet of greenish, tainted fire towards us. The shieldbearer was quick to react and raised his shield to meet the flames. I saw the outer part of the shield heat up, to the point where it should've melted but for whatever enchantments had been placed upon it. They also seemed to protect its bearer, who showed no signs of the heat hurting him.

And then, the other guardian brought his hammer down in a wide arc, burying the sharp end in the demon's neck. For a moment, it remained standing, looking at us with a surprised, wide-eyed stare - and then it slumped down bonelessly, disintegrating into black as before it hit the ground.

Our guardians looked at each other and exchanged nods, then lowered their weapons and turned back towards us.

"This is the enemy," the shieldbearer addressed us, kicking his boot through the pile of ash. "This is who we fight, and who you will fight. The ones who would despoil our land and ravage the innocent!" he announced.

Murmurs spread through our group. Three wolves seemed to indicate a desire to turn back, and the recruiters dismissed them without further words or mockery, still too tense for mockery after their brief battle. It was understandable if some gave up on the idea, and I suppose it was good that they did it before the rest of us had to rely on them on the field of battle. If we ever got that far.

The rest of the journey was just as arduous as the beginning, but eventually, we made it to the gates of the stronghold. At this point, even the recruiters, who had no doubt done this climb dozens, if not hundreds of times, were panting with exhaustion. And so, the gates opened and we were shown to our lodgings. We would finally be part of these heroes of legend.

Well, perhaps we would not be not the heroes of legend.They might, but I was merely a scruffy kit. I had been chosen, along with every other newcomer in what we learned was called the Outer Circle, from relatively promising younglings from the nearby villages. What the Order saw in me, I never knew; I was smaller than the rest, who were primarily wolves and some large herbivores. They were stronger, bigger, and usually faster than me, easily beating me every time in sparring. Perhaps they presumed I would be smarter, capable of basic magic one day. The masters treated me well, but the same could not be said for my supposed equals. They frowned upon me, thinking me worthless. Yet, there I was, in the high abode of the demon hunters, nestled between two mountains in the highlands, overlooking most of the known kingdoms. I had the world below my feet, but received the lowest behaviour.

It was like that from the very first day; being smaller than the rest and the only fox in what felt like the entire order, I was pushed, shoved, verbally abused, and occasionally beaten. I had more bruises from those beatings than the actual sparring.

Such treatment brought with it resentment. I had already been stolen away from my family, forcibly conscripted into our endless crusade against the forces of darkness. It was jarring enough on its own; gone were my comfortable days on the farm where I was safe, protected by the very order that later took me as one of their own. Now I was to be one of them, risking my life to protect the realm, at the tender age of sixteen. Still, the scorn of my classmates hardened me, purifying my will like the forge purified iron into steel. I fought back harder and harder, until one day I would win.

We learned about demons. All soulless beasts who lived only for the baser instincts; eating, fucking, killing. Their presence strenghtened these instincts in nearby mortals, and without the proper training, they would sooner or later found themselves overwhelmed by lust, gluttony, rage or similar unpleasantries. After the mind fell, the body would soon follow, twisting into a similar shape to that of the demon causing the transformation.

There were many of those shapes. The two most common archetypes were the demons of lust; which was further divided into two. The male variant was what we had met that first day on the mountainside; raw, aggressive, primal sexuality that would never be sated. The female variant was subtle, sinister, and cunning, but far less physically intimidating in turn. Make no mistake, our teachers said: either variant would spell the end of the untrained, and both of them could seduce either gender simply through their mere presence.

All of the demons were larger than they had been before their corruption, and all had a connection to the greenish fire known as fel. This was analogous to the life-force of mortals, but brighter, corrupted, and more destructive. Fel would burn through almost anything, except for magical items and hallowed locations. Yet it was not merely fire; the demons used it to work their strange unholy magics. It could be diluted by the demons, and breathed out as a heated mist rather than fire, and if inhaled by mortals, it could have a multitude of effects. It might make them go berserk, cause ravenous hunger or greed, spark a blinding lust to breed or be bred by anything that moves, or even instanteous corruption of the body. Such changes were temporary, as luck would have it, but fel influence nontheless was a fate best avoided, as being in such a state for too long would doubtlessly cause further permanent corruption.

Even as neophytes, we demon hunters would have more resistance than the average mortal, but nobody, not even the old masters, could resist the influence indefinitely. To that end, we had weapons. Mighty armaments filled with holy fire, the antithesis of fel and anathema to demons of any kind. Or rather, they had these weapons. We had wooden swords and staffs, and with these we would spar until deemed ready to wield the real ones.

Each seminar on demons was followed by a modest lunch, followed by hours of meditation intended to quell the instincts the infernals exploited. That, in turn, was followed by several ours of martial training, currently sparring. This is where my story truly begins.

It was an absolutely freezing evening. The summer had come and gone, as had the fall, and my simple robes were not nearly enough to stop my body from going numb as I stood there in the courtyard, waiting for training to begin. It was miserable at best, for both body and soul. I found myself wondering if it was actually this cold back home. It probably was not; we were so high up that the air tended to feel downright frigid and hostile. I had learned some more about why we were located in the mountains; apparently, while fel could burn at almost any temperature, it was inhibited by thin air and very low temperatures, growing stiff and slow. Additionally, thin air was supposedly good for our training, increasing lung capacity and reducing desires. I could muse on the subject for a while, but I had more important things to pay attention to.

My opponent for that round of sparring was a mighty horse. I believe his name was Silvermane, or something similarly pretentious. He was easily twice my height, and far stronger than I would be, even if I reached my highest potential. I was dreading the fight, of course, but I found some solace in knowing that I at least would not die. Killing other students, even by accident, was absolutely forbidden, as was maiming them. Grounds for instant expulsion or worse, so he would have to hold back. I did not doubt that he could crush my skull with one arm if it came to it... if he could catch me, at any rate. It would make for good training given the number of demons that were far larger than any of us, ones we would have to fight sooner or later.

Each of us had only a wooden staff and no armor. The winner was whoever remained standing. Rough and dirty fighting was allowed, as long as it did not cause any serious damage; cuts and bruises were to be expected, as was some scarring.

The bell rang. He immediately swung his staff, and I dodged. I swung my own and missed my massive target by a large margin. I would like to think it wasn't my fault; I was simply too small to fight something this large without some sort of dirty tricks. Luckily, I had picked up quite a few of those, courtesy of the trainers.

It might've been cold, but the courtyard was dry and dusty. I ducked down as the next attack came, missing me by less than an inch, and grabbed a handful of dirt. In that same movement, I threw it into the horse's face, drawing an instant litany of curses. He flailed blindly with his staff while trying to rub the particles out of his eyes, succeeding only in making it worse. While blind strikes with his strength behind were still dangerous, they were uncoordinated and easier to predict, and I managed to position myself behind him.

Then, I brought my own weapon bearing down into the back of his knees with all my might, and the giant stumbled, dropping to one knee, giving what sounded like a pained neigh. I looked at the guardians watching us, and they nodded. I swung for the horse's neck, and only stopped the movement inches from impact, instead giving him a gentle tap. A symbolic victory, at least. The bell rang again.

Each one of these fights was effectively a loss for me one way or the other, however. Either I was beaten in them, or I was beaten afterwards. These large, prideful students did not much enjoy being defeated by a scrawny fox. Not that it happened often, but it did happen, and while the rush of victory helped quell it, I could still feel that nauseous sense of anxiety in the pit of my stomach. I knew Silvermane here would try to take revenge in our free time.

Sure enough, that "revenge" came swiftly. I had beaten him in training according to the rules. Such courtesies were not extended to me. I entered the barracks to fetch my robe for our sunset meditation the next day, and was confronted by Silvermane and two wolves, both students that had joined at the same time as me. One of them was holding a heavy-looking candlestick. I knew exactly what it'd be used for.

"You need to learn your place," the equine snorted, and before I could duck out of the room, the two wolves seized me by the arms. I will not bother repeating the details of what happened, but it was a merciless beating. I could do nothing; I was outnumbered and any of the three could beat me alone. With one blocking the door, the other two went to work, one with that heavy piece of iron. At some point, I blacked out from the overwhelming pain of endless strikes, kicks and scratches.

Then, as I laid there bleeding, my assailants laughing at me, spitting at me, something snapped. Sparked, rather, somewhere in the core of my being, like a wildfire of rage, exploding from within. I felt every muscle in my body burn, but in a good way, as that sudden heat spread through every bone, muscle and nerve, up through my spine and into every limb. And then, into my mind. It felt like a poison forcing my body and mind into overdrive, and suddenly I knew exactly what I was doing. Or perhaps I didn't. Time itself seemed to slow down as I forced myself to get up, gritting my teeth. On some level, I felt like a passive observer to what was happening, like a stage play, but on another one, I was more present in the moment than I had been in my entire life. Every split second, I saw everything that was happening.

Silvermane was facing the two wolves, who had strange expressions on their faces, as if frozen in time by a painter interrupted in his work. They were pointing at me. I snatched up the candlestick, still wet with my own blood, and threw myself at my equine tormentor. One wolf took a step back, the other one stepped towards me, and Silvermane begun to turn around, looking confused. I brought the improvised weapon down hard, with the full weight of my body as well as gravity itself behind it, into his skull. There was a dull crack, and he immediately went limp.

As he was falling, I kicked myself off his body and towards the second wolf. The first one had turned entirely and seemed to be in full sprint, running away from me. This was perfectly fine. Even though I was relatively light compared to the wolf, my weight crashing into him struck him off balance, and he fell back. The candlestick came down again, onto his muzzle, cracking cartilage and bone. I heard a pained yelp, and saw a panicked expression form on his face.

And the rage seemed to evaporate in an instant. I found myself straddling the wolf's chest, shaking with excertion. The horse wasn't moving and the wolf was paralyzed with pain. The heavy candlestick fell from my grasp and hit the floor with a loud clang. I couldn't stay here, that much was clear. If Silvermane was dead, I would be punished with death as well, regardless of if he had caused his demise. Additionally, if this was the doing of demons - which I suspected it was - it'd be even worse. Fel left its mark on those it influenced.

I quickly gathered my belongings from the shared barracks, and climbed out through the window. The wolf that had gotten away would likely alert the Order, and I had to be gone before they arrived. But where would I go? I couldn't go home, as they knew exactly where I lived. However, there were plenty of hiding spaces in the forests and valleys below.

Getting down the mountain was much easier than climbing up it, and uneventful on top of that. Nobody came after me, and for good reason. In the dead of night, they had little chance of finding someone who didn't carry any form of light. They would come in the morning, and they would go to my village.

Even as I made my way down the path that had led me here to begin with, I wondered. If it had been fel influence that drove me into a rage, why had it chosen that moment? Nothing I had heard hinted at demons feeling anything in the way of empathy, and yet, they had perhaps saved me. Was it the evil ends that mattered? Did those ends being reached through good means not matter? The alternative was, of course, that the masters and teachers had lied to me. On the one hand, I had witnessed one of the lust demons attacking us, but on the other, the hunters were their sworn enemies, and doubtlessly both sides would kill the other indiscriminately.

The most obvious answer was, of course, that neither side was right. After all, I had witnessed plenty of cruely in the Order. It was possible that the demons were simply different, rather than corrupted. Of course, it was equally possible that the fel had scrambled my mind and I was now trying to justify it with little choice of my own. I found myself pondering how I'd look as a demon. Would my fur remain orange like fire or take on the greenish tint of fel? Would my wings support flight? Would my maleness too swell to their proportions, near-perpetually erect and eager to be buried in any wet, warm hole? Such thoughts were explictly forbidden in the Order, but then again, I had effectively left it behind. If the mating urge was as strong as the rage I had experienced, I had no doubt I'd spend the rest of my existence in a rut, seducing the unwary.

I shook my head. That thought was definitely not my own; something else was going on. It wasn't that it was unpleasant - I found my sheath swelling slightly at the fantasy of eternal mindless mating - but it felt alien, intrusive. Much in the way that another male's cock inside me might feel; unfamiliar, penetrating, yet hot and euphoric- no. I rubbed the side of my head. This wasn't right at all, it was... I didn't know.

Unbeknownst to me, I had wandered far past the warded area of the mountain while lost in thought. It wasn't as if I had any choice, but I'd have preferred being aware of it, and prepared for what was to come.

I heard someone call my name and nearly jumped out of my pelt. I spun around, tried to draw my staff and remembered I didn't have it with me. Yet, I couldn't see anyone. I did, however, manage to pinpoint the source of the sound; a mostly concealed cave, not far from the path. There was only a slight gap in the rocks, but I knew I could fit through if I tried. While I didn't much like the thought of following a mystery voice into a cramped space, it was as good a bet as any at this point; regardless of what I did, the Order or the demons would find me, and if not, I'd likely starve to death as an outcast forced to attempt survival alone in the wilds. That, and I felt somehow drawn to the voice, finding it soothing.

I squeezed through the small crack and into the cave. It wasn't until I found shelter from the howling winter wind that I realized how sore my body was from the beating I had received, and as sensation returned to my skin and muscles, I had no choice but the sit down. Apparently, I had been running on pure adrenaline after that encounter. My limbs were still shaking, and suddenly terror set it; I had no idea of how bad the damage was. I had been beaten unconscious, and the stabbing pain in my chest suggested broken ribs. My legs were at least functionally intact, if badly bruised, as were the arms, which was a relief. The same could not be said for my head. Not only did I have a splitting headache that became more obvious by the second, but I could see bright green lights dancing in the darkness, all across my vision. Maybe I-

I realized that the lights were illuminating the cave walls. They almost seemed to beckon me deeper into the cave, but I was in too much pain to really move. After a few moments, they drew closer, like moths to flame. Or was I the moth, and they the flame?

"Calion," a voice whispered. "We know you've been abandoned by your precious order. Come to us."

"Get out of my head, demons. The Order might have its flaws, but at least its intents are good," I replied.

"Are they? What good have you seen them do?" the voice called back.

It wasn't wrong. I had not actually seen the Order do anything beyond killing that one demon and indirecly enable my treatment. Still, I wasn't convinced. I said as much. The lights flitted through the air, some like falling stars and others like fireflies.

"You don't seem to have much choice. You're bleeding internally. Nevertheless, we shan't force it upon you to meet us; we will wait. But we will give you a small taste."

The lights suddenly leapt forth and touched my chest before I could protest. A strange, tingling sensation spread throughout me, alleviating pain and seemingly knitting bone back together.

"_Make no mistake, we have only taken away the immediate pain. Soon, it will be worse again. You may choose to die here, or come meet us, deeper in..."_the lights whispered, and then vanished as if they had never been there at all. It was entirely possible that I was hallucinating, but my mind felt relatively clear. If I was indeed bleeding out I didn't have much choice; I'd rather become a demon than die. After all, it was a fate many willingly embraced. None embraced death, and I felt no shame over my choice. The risk was that the lights had been bluffing, and that I'd walk into the lion's den seeking salvation but ending up as the sacrificial lamb.

Yet, when I considered my choices, even if I wasn't bleeding out, I was doomed to be an outcast unless I journeyed far beyond the known kingdoms. None here would offer me shelter once word got out that I killed a fledgling hunter, and most would howl for my blood if they knew about the fel rage.

I forced myself to stand back up. My body was indeed still sore, swollen joints creaking like an old tree in a storm. Still, the acute pain that had felt like someone sticking a red hot poker into my lungs was gone. The cave was almost completely black, and even with my eyes adapted to it I couldn't see my own arms in front of me as I felt my way deeper. I made sure to keep the wall on my left side so that I could follow it out if I got lost.

Luckily, there weren't many offshoots in the tunnels, simply one - i think spiraling - path that led deeper and deeper. Although the prospect of being this deep in the absolute blackness of the earth was uncomfortable, I wasn't too afraid. The crack at the entrance was too small for any larger predator to get inside, and the demons seemed as if they could be reasoned with. I pressed onwards, ever deeper.

Eventually, I reached what seemed like a larger cave, no longer able to feel the opposing wall of the narrow tunnel that had led me here. And then, I saw it, in the middle of that cave. A fox, only a little bigger than myself, with the dancing lights illuminating his body. He was sitting on the cave floor, seemingly nonthreatening.

Of course, he had the usual demonic features. A pair of wings, currently folded, and the curved horns on his head. He also seemed very excited to see. I could see his vulpine cock glistening as the lights hovered around him. Although he wasn't fully hard yet, half of his fat maleness hanging out of his sheath was a dangerously alluring sight. That, and the cave smelled like... I wasn't sure what. An odd mixture of vulpine arousal, musk, and brimstone. The fox seemed to be quite dirty, his fur matted with dried bodily fluids. Such was to be expected of demons, particularly the lusty ones. It was repulsive, but it somehow provoked a perverse sense of jealousy; I wondered how fun a life of constant climaxes would be like. Of course, maybe that hadn't been the whole truth, given that the demon wasn't currently trying to mount me.

He signaled at me to sit down, and I did. Not like I had much in the way of choice.

"Oh, we're quite happy you could make it," the fox purred. "Oh, we as in, myself and the lights... don't worry, I'm quite alone here," he grinned, his teeth looking much sharper than mine, but still, he didn't seem too threatening.

"Can you heal me?" I asked, getting straight to the point.

"Of course, of course, but you know what will happen," he answered, leaning closer to me. I didn't resist as he ran his claws through the fur on my chest. I had to get him to heal me as quickly as possible, and then I could leave. Playing the subservient part would get it done faster.

"You might find that you have no desire to leave at all," he continued, grinning that predatory grin. "Instead, you might want to stay here with me, and we'd mate with each other over and over, roll around like animals in heat in our spilled seed..."

It was a disgusting proposal, but of course, anything a lust demon said would sound strangely erotic. But I was beginning to understand how they worked now. I felt those fantasies slither into my skull, pretending to be my own. Pleasant erotic daydreams of myself lifting my tail for the demon, getting filled with and covered by his tainted cum until I was just as dirty as him, and then licking him clean as we embraced each other with our wings. It was difficult at best to keep those thoughts separate from my own, even knowing what they were. All I had to do was to get on all fours and bare myself for him... or even just pounce him, driving myself into his filthy body over and over like an animal. It was a primal kind of excitement. Just one move, and I would experience pleasures unknown. Certainly, being a virgin didn't help; even without demonic influence, it was hard to resist those hardwired urges.

Still, I wasn't going to give up. Not this easily, anyway. No, I wouldn't give up at all, I thought to myself. I couldn't budge a single inch, or he'd take it all.

The fox's lights danced around excitedly as he watched me, as if he was reading my thoughts. I watched with morbid fascination as one of his paws wandered around to his knotted cock, now fully erect. He was probably thinking the exact same things I was. Or perhaps those were his thoughts. Although his paws looked rougher than mine, with razorlike claws on each finger, he nonetheless gently clasped it around his maleness, moaning with pleasure as he gave it a few firm pumps, precum spurting onto his other paw. He lifted it to his muzzle, turning his head and using the lights to give me a pleasant view of his tongue licking up the sticky fluid, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure. I forced myself to look away, but at this point I was at least equally aroused, my own cock tenting the threadbare robe I was wearing.

"I could help you with that, if you help me with mine..." the demon murmured.

Although I was momentarily tempted, I refused. "No, just heal me and I'll be on my way. I won't tell anyone that you're here," I lied. Telling the order about a demon this close to their stronghold might just get me pardoned.

"Oh, you're no fun," he muttered. "Fine."

He gathered the lights in his palm, moving over to me. I could smell the dried cum and musk on his fur, perilously close to my body. It wasn't altogether unpleasant. He still smelled like a fox, although with that ever-present vague odour of sulphur.

He touched my chest again, the robe easily being loose enough for that. I felt that tingling again, for a few moments, and then remaining dull pain faded away. I supposed he hadn't been lying. I could breathe deeply without any aches now, and as I stretched my arms, they felt as good as new. Still, healer or not, he was still a demon. Now I'd just have to figure a way to extract myself from the cave without provoking him-

And he suddenly pressed himself tightly against my body, locking his lips with mine. I gasped in surprise, and instantly felt my lungs burning, although the feeling quickly faded and diffused into my body. I knew exactly what this was; I was breathing in the fel corruption. It felt amazing, and my cock throbbed against his body as he pulled my robe up to my waist, straddling my lap. He rubbed up against me, but I was holding my breath now. I had to... had to breathe in more of...

I found myself staring directly into his pale green eyes. He was beautiful. I wanted to fuck him, more than I'd ever wanted anything in my life. But I couldn't. He stuck his tongue into my mouth and I could taste traces of semen on it. His own? Others he had corrupted?

I used the last vestiges of my willpower to brace against his chest and pushed as hard as I could, trying to get him off me, but he had his paws locked behind my head now, and I ended up falling backwards, the fox still on me, keeping his muzzle against mine in a passionate kiss. Passionate? Lusty? Loving, maybe? At this point I couldn't tell. The need to breathe was quickly becoming unbearable. I could taste the vaporous fel, I couldn't give in.

He was heavier than me, and kept one arm on my neck to make sure I couldn't struggle and get off him. The other one quickly crept down to my cock, and he adjusted so our erections were rubbing into each other. His paw wrapped around both and he began stroking them together, moaning into my mouth, no doubt trying to force more of that corruption into my lungs.

While the exquisite friction of our frotting distracted me from my need to breathe for a moment, it did little to alleviate it. My vision started to blur. I needed air, or I'd pass out and be completely at the demon's mercy. I knew it was my end either way. There was absolutely nothing I could do.

I breathed in deeply, reflexively. This time the burning sensation was overwhelming, and while the pain quickly numbed, I felt the fel energy course through my body and mind. It was like the tide; no amount of resistance could've helped me at that point, no more than a single man could stop the oceans from rising.

The cavern grew lighter as all my senses intensified. Colours popped out more, especially the endless green fire in my lover's eyes. It was pure euphoria and a wildfire of arousal. As he broke our long kiss, I licked at the dried remains of cum that covered his muzzle. He turned around, still straddling my chest, pushing his ass into my face. I didn't think. I wanted to have more of him. I needed to have everything he had to give. I buried my nose under his flagging tail, smelling that wonderful strong muskiness. And I started licking. My tongue lapped over his balls and that slick, hot pucker, and then I forced it inside of him. He clenched around me, a steady drip of cum from his previous partners oozing down my tongue and into my mouth. It was the filthiest thing I could ever have imagined, laying there and eating out a demon, eagerly swallowing every drop of cum that others had pumped into that little slut. I wished I was like him, happily raising my tail for any male strangers that I encountered, or burying myself inside them. Of course, soon enough, I would be.

Oh, the taste. It was indescribable. The rich medley of semen, his strong musk, and the fel all combined into something that completely destroyed any chance I had of thinking, any feeling of regret or disgust. Everything I did to the fox was the most amazing thing I'd ever done.

I pushed him off my chest, and this time, he let me do it. He naturally fell onto all fours on the cave floor, tail raised up high, and wagged his rear at me. I didn't hesitate. I tore off my robe and pounced him like an animal, desperately and feverishly jabbing at his hole with my raging maleness. Soon enough, I sunk into him, my cock hungrily swallowed by his slick insides. Although he was rather loose normally, he clenched around me to form a hot, wet tightness that drove me absolutely wild, and I began bucking my hips with a feral passion, roughly penetrating him. Nothing existed right then and there but my agonizingly erect maleness, the demon's body, and the euphoric friction they created together as I rutted my cock into him.

I had my hands clutched around his chest for extra leverage and he was constantly pushing back, squeezing, wiggling his hips. I didn't last very long, and I bit down hard into his filthy neck as my knot slipped inside through his clenching ring with little resistance. The tension built up rapidly, like a dam bursting, and I bred my mate properly, spurt after spurt of my hot seed shooting through my cock and into him.

"Mrrh, give me every single drop..." the fox moaned, squeezing down around me. Again and again I jerked and throbbed within his tight body, my balls emptying themselves fully inside him. At the end of it, I was shaking, every last dreg of cum pumped into his voracious body. Yet, I was still turned on. I could've gone again right then and there, but the demon had other plans. Waiting only a few moments, he pulled off my cock without much trouble, my cum gushing out of his hole and onto the cave floor.

"Your turn, lover," he growled. I was only vaguely aware of anything except the wonderful, wonderful raw sexuality between us two. There was a slight burning sensation in my back as one wing grew out, and then the other, and I stretched them out, luxuriating in the sensation of fresh new muscles being used for the first time. It felt natural, like I'd always been meant to have them, like a long-lost limb suddenly growing back. With an inarticulate groan, I dropped down into the proper position, lowering my upper body into the small pool of mixed sexual fluids on the ground. I could feel the wet sticky heat sinking into my increasingly messy fur. The demon moved behind me, his maleness bobbing in the air.

I imitated what he had done, raising my tail and spreading my legs so he had the easiest access into my burning body. He was all too happy to oblige, stroking my new wings as he walked around me. I felt him position himself at my virgin opening, and the touch of his heated flesh on mine sent a fiery thrill running through my body. There I was, about to get mated by a demon. It felt perfectly right; after all, I had already mated him.

I pushed my hips back. The pointed tip of his cock caught on my pucker and spread me wide open as I forced it inside. The fox chuckled softly, and then leaned over me. I would've thought it'd hurt, given how long and thick his beautiful vulpine cock was, but I suppose with me fast becoming a lust demon myself, I would be loose enough for males of any size. With him constantly oozing and squirting precum, the penetration felt very slick, my insides quickly becoming slippery enough for easy fucking. Then, he started humping into my body, eagerly seeking to claim that end of me too, to fill me with his demonic seed. I squeezed around his girth, working towards the same purpose.

He bred me with slow, steady thumps at first, his heavy balls slapping against mine with each one, reminding me of what was to come. I couldn't even imagine how much cum his body produced, but I hoped it was a lot, enough to not only fill me up but coat my fur with it too. I wanted nothing more.

With each thrust, I rocked forward slightly, my body rubbing into the pool of cloudy liquids on the floor. Obeying any sexual impulses at this point, I angled my face down and lapped up some of it. It wasn't just mine, but the taste just made me want more and more. I held that sticky mess on my tongue, letting some of it drip down my chin as I panted with the sheer eroticism of the whole situation, swallowing the rest like I hadn't eaten anything in days.

As he kept mating me, I realized I could feel my cock swelling - no, growing - becoming more like that of my lover. Reaching underneath myself, I pawed at myself, feeling my maleness filling my grasp, lewdly thickening and lengthening even as I held it. A similar pressure built in my testicles, and they too grew, teased into overdrive by the demon's corruption. It was almost painful, and despite having climaxed myself dry only minutes ago, I was already aching to relieve the pressure again. Luckily, each time the demon's erection bumped over my prostate that wonderful release grew closer, tension starting to build in my body again. At some point, my scalp ached, and without needing to feel it, I knew I was growing horns. Just like my partner.

He saw it too, and with a pleased growl, he grabbed into those new bony growths, pulling my head back for a moment, forcing me to push back into his thrusts more. Not that I needed the encouragement, but rough sex was always welcome. Any sex was.

Finally, he sunk all the way into me with a wet schlurp as his knot pushed past my abused sphincter, locking the demon to me. He bit me hard, and I moaned, begging for him to fill me up, to make me his. It was a little too soon, but then again, anything would've been; I wanted him to keep fucking me forever. But I knew there was more to come.

The demon growled into my neck and I felt him tense up, and then he throbbed inside me, leaving no doubts about that he was seeding me. I swear his balls throbbed too, and he pumped shot after shot of his tainted vulpine cum deep into my body, exactly where I needed it. It felt warm, wet, and thick, and with his knot safely tying us together, none of it could escape. It was easily enough to set off my own orgasm too, and once again it felt like the best one I'd ever had, my cream pooling on the ground, joining that of every other male who had visited this cave. And there was so much of it. The demon kept shooting more and more of his gift into me, and similarly, my own climax felt never-ending, my newly corrupted balls producing excessive amounts of blighted semen.

But eventually it did end, and the demon rested his weight on my back, nuzzling and licking affectionately at my neck. We laid down in the mess we'd made, and after a few minutes, his knot slipped out of me, along with a veritable deluge of hot, sticky cream. I tried to clench up best I could, wanting to keep most of it inside me, but plenty still spilled out, and as my tail returned to its regular position, I could feel it getting wet too.

It didn't stop there, of course. We laid there, canoodling with each other, like real lovers - though I suppose that's what we were now, both being demon-corrupted foxes - fondling and petting each other, playing with the excess of cum and smearing it into each other's fur. When I first entered the cave, I had found the demon repulsive, but now it felt like the most natural thing in the world. After all, why wouldn't I want everyone see and smell what an easy slut I was, I wondered, as I licked at the demon's blighted chest and nipples, while he rubbed my ears with his wet fingers. We did almost everything that night.

At the end of it all, we almost looked like twins. After he fell asleep for the following day, I yawned, and when I breathed out, I realized I could now breathe felfire, just like any other demon. Experimentally, I raised my arm, and the small lights - foxfires, I suddenly knew - followed my gesture. I suppose it wasn't exactly what I had in mind when I joined the Order many seasons ago, but it was so much more fun than I ever could've hoped for. I never did learn if the demons had actually forced me into that outburst of violence that led to these events, but it didn't really matter at this point.

More than anything, I looked forward to testing out these newfound powers of fire and seduction on other students the hunters had fooled into joining their pointless quest. The Order had been wrong, demons weren't evil. At least it didn't feel evil to be one, but rather simply... different. More powerful. Lustier.

And I couldn't wait to show everyone just how lusty.