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Daemonfished

By Danath

Characters © Foulsbane

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"One hundred coins, and I don't haggle."

"It's more than worth the price. They won't be cheating old Jovius anytime again! Ha ha ha!"

A tall canine just over six feet tall leaned forward across a large wooden table. High stone walls surrounded them, while oil-fed lamps cast a flickering glow across the black leather sheath holding a slim dagger where the canine dropped it. The steel pommel glinted as the person on the other side leaned forward as well, dropping a large leather coin purse that thudded heavily on the timbers before snatching up the dagger.

The scarred, battered, old warrior feline, a lion, pulled the dagger from the sheath. He spent most of his days reliving past glories at the tavern in town a few miles from the keep rather than any actual adventuring nowadays, and he'd been suspicious for month that the other players in the nightly dice game at the inn were cheating him out of his hard-earned gold.

"How do I know it works?" the lion asked, casting a suspicious glance at the canine.

Rory smiled back and nodded. "I thought you would expect a demonstration."

From beneath a long set of dark blue robes, a cream-furred paw emerged holding a pair of dice. He tossed them on the table, then pointed at the blad, which remained unchanged.

He then produced his other paw, holding a second set of dice, and rolled them. They came up as a four and a three, and the blade of the dagger glowed a bright green for several seconds after the loaded dice came to rest.

"Ha ha ha! Excellent!" the lion said, voice rising. "This will prove that Marteus is a dirty, stinking, thief of a feline!"

"Then our business here is concluded," Rory said, returning both paws to his robes. He found projecting a sense of detachment helped these quiet little deals he made go a little easier.

"Right, right," the lion said, stuffing the dagger back into its sheath before pushing the both into the belt on his large waist. "Thanks, priest."

Rory waited for the lion to leave the room before collecting his dice and the bag of gold coins, smuggling them under his robes. He slipped five of the coins to the owner of the tavern as he passed by on his way out of the establishment, ignoring the obvious stares of the tavern's patrons who tried to see past the wide brim of his robe's hoods, which obscured his face and head.

As he was about to step outside, shouts of anger erupted near the fireplace. The lion's roar of "cheat!" echoed through the room as another lion, a smaller male with a black mane, grabbed at his chest where the bigger male plunged a glowing green dagger. Rory smirked and stepped outside into the chill night air, leaving the brawling patrons to it.

He hustled up a rough-bricked cart path before turning onto a series of steps hewn straight into the outcrop of rock. He climbed and climbed, higher and higher, as the wind whipped around him, pulling at the robes he clutched tightly from inside. After almost forty-five minutes, the canine finally reached the keep where he lived, representing his priestly order in the Keep of Helvgar high in the mountains.

The keep itself had four stories, plus a dank and wet basement. The first floor contained the lord's chambers and throne room, a dining hall, kitchen, and servant's chambers. The second floor had Rory's room, along with the rooms of the various other tradespeople and visiting merchants. The third floor contained the armory and soldiers' quarters, while the lord and lady of the keep, as well as any visiting nobles, occupied the fourth and top floor, including a large balcony that provided an incredible view of the surrounding mountains.

Built entirely from quarried stone, the mountain itself formed the back wall of the keep. It framed a small mountain stream that flowed downhill through the kitchen and beneath the keep, descending down into the mountain. It provided both fresh water and a means of discharging waste further downstream. Provided the ample food stores lasted, the keep could hold out against a siege indefinitely, and acted as the central pillar of defense for the king's lands on the other side of the mountain. Often called "The Crown of the World" because of its remote, yet strategically important location, the keep protected the king's lands for more than a thousand years from bandits, armies, and monsters of all types.

Rory was the 99th priest of the Order to serve at Helvgar Keep. He hated every minute of it.

Rushing through the open courtyard and into the keep itself, where the grand hall led to the lord's audience chambers, he took a side hall to the nearest stairs and bounded up them two at a time. His large and curly tail lifted the hem of his robes as he hustled through the halls lined with wooden boards hundreds of years old, along with the paintings of the keep and the nobles who'd previously commanded it.

His room was in the back corner of the keep, behind the small chamber where he held services four nights a week. What he did on his nights off, like tonight, would earn him not only a prison sentence, but excommunication from his order. Selling enchanted items was bad enough, but to actually create them? Few would dare risk the consequences, but Rory was no fool. He kept his charms small and simple, using the powers of minor daemons to earn coins whenever he could.

The canine opened the door to the prayer hall, where smoky incense burned around the clock, filling the room with a smoky haze. His robes flew open as he pulled them off and quickly unlocked his personal chambers, then relocked the door behind him.

His room was small and spartan, as was expected of priests. A small table under the glass window, a straw mattress on the floor, and a few unlit candles near piles and piles of books, many religious in nature filled the tiny room. But what nobody else in the keep knew was that, over the past thousand years, his predecessors were busy installing all manner of secrets in the small chamber.

The canine's mop of dark red hair fell around his eyes, in between the bent, chocolate brown ears atop his head. The medium brown shade of fur continued over the sides and back of his neck, then down his shoulders and arms. His lower jaw, throat, and chest featured a lush pelt of creamy, pale fur that contrasted nicely with the darker brown. Around his neck, a full and fluffy ruff of fur layered around his shoulders, chest, and backside like a mane, reaching down to just between his smooth pecs in a point.

A bleached jerkin made of woven fibers hung loose around his torso, matched by a pair of simple pants of the same material. They hid his predominantly pale furry legs from view except for his large, clawed toes. A wide tail stretched from his hips in the back, brown on top and fading to the pale cream fur along the bottom as it twitched and swung behind him.

He pressed his palm flat to the wall at a particular point, two stones to the left of the windowsill. A subtle grinding noise echoed through the room as a three-foot-wide section of wall slid aside, revealing a short hallway into another chamber. Previous priests used this space for many things: hiding refugees, storing forbidden texts, hoarding food, or simply as a private chamber in which to meditate. The canine currently occupying it, however, used it for far more sinister purposes: Daemonfishing.

Some called it an art and others a blasphemy. Rory treated it as both. Casting his soul into the ether, he trained his aura to project weakness, luring minor demons hungry for fresh prey and often unable to get the larger, stronger souls upon which their more powerful brothers and sisters fed. Once he'd caught one, he would complete the summoning ritual, bringing them into the world, only to be captured by his traps and enchanted weapons, and forced to use demon-magic to alter the reality of certain objects. He would then release the demon, always careful to observe this catch-and-release cycle. Demons were subtle and could strike at any time, so Rory was careful not to let his guard down.

Enchanting the dagger had been surprisingly easy, though. A simple summon, really. The demon - a tall and goat-like red-fleshed male - seemed more annoyed than anything, and left in a huff of sulphur that Rory could still smell. The canine grinned as he walked around the summoning circle burnt into the floor with sage and deposited the little sack of coins next to dozens of others, each one containing 100 gold coins. Within a few more months, he'd have enough to leave, a fortune he could live off of for many years. He'd travel, maybe across the ocean, and see the world. The priesthood never appealed much to the canine, but it was an easy living as long as he kept a few lines from the holy book memorized.

Though it was dark out, the sight of so much gold excited the canine. He could almost feel the hot breeze of a bright beach somewhere far, far away from the dank and cold Keep of Helvgar. Maybe he'd try to get one more enchantment done before turning in. A simple one from the list.

He pulled a handwritten scroll from the right-hand side of the shelves holding the bags of gold and pulled it open, scanning the names on the list as he walked back into the other room and set the scroll on the desk. Taking a quill from its stand, he struck through the name of the lion and put a check next to it, indicating payment was successfully received. The next name down was familiar - the blacksmith in town often called on him to create small charms to enhance his goods on the sly, such as making a sword retain its cutting edge for longer or preventing a bowstring from ever breaking. This time, the blacksmith wanted a sharpening stone that would cause any blad it ran across to never strike the owner of the stone. Apparently wanted by an advisor to the current lord who was worried his position might soon be in trouble. Rory grinned. It was a simple charm of avoidance that any minor demon would be able to place with the right motivation.

The canine's practiced paws quickly set up the summoning circle, distributing fresh sage in two large, concentric circles, one around five feet wide, the other almost twice that. The fresh sage sat on top of the blackened and gray ash of previous circles, helping to ensure a constant seal. Rory closed the sliding trick door from the inside, so that the room was lit by a single black candle on a stand near where he stood in the corner. He held a whip in one paw, enchanted to cause pain but no actual damage, and a pair of large wooden wrist-restraints in the other, which were similarly enchanted to seek out and immobile any demon that took his bait.

Rory bowed his head, arms at his sides. He had many more tools and safeties in place with which to ensure no demon could harm him, but the whip and steel-bolt manacles were his preferred items when Daemonfishing. The candle flame burned brighter as he took a deep breath.

"Into the void I send my spirit," he intoned, voice dropping lower as the candle's flame stretched higher, illuminating his face from one side as his glazed eyes stared vacantly into the circle of sage. "Powers of the dark, hear my call and come to me..."

The chanting went on for a while after that. Rory knew it all by heart.

"And from the darkness grant me my request, trade for trade," he said, voice growing louder. From the center of the circle, a flame spread outwards across the floor, causing the sage to smolder. The smoking green plant stopped the unholy blue flames from spreading further as the canine's voice rose louder yet. "Come to me, Demon, who has called you into the mortal realm!"

The flames jumped higher and Rory's eyes momentarily de-glazed. He took a step back as the pungent, sweet scent of the sage filled the room, making his eyes water. The smoke was unusually intense in the center of the circle. Rory's eyes quickly glazed back over as he resumed his concentration, trying to focus on the remaining words despite the unusually heavy smoke. It happened sometimes, usually with a more powerful demon.

"Trade for trade, action for action, in fairness and without debt I summon-" the canine said, breaking down coughing as the thick clouds enveloped him entirely. He couldn't finish the sentence as he rubbed at his eyes, tears streaming down his face.

Grasping for his cloak, Rory cursed as he hit the candle, unable to see it through the haze, knocking it to the floor where it rolled into the outer ring of fresh sage and started a small patch alight. The canine finally managed to grab the fabric and waved it in front of him, trying to dispel some of the smoke out of the hidden vents that tied into the smokestack running to the kitchen, providing fresh air and at the same time disguising the smoke's origin.

Rory stopped waving his dark blue robes when he realized there was a figure in the center of the inner circle. Unable to see in the darkness, he could only sense the presence of a demon. A weak one, too, from the aura surrounding the burning sage. Hardly worth all the smoke.

Coughing still, Rory leaned down and picked up the candle, then lit it along with a dozen others around the room, including a pair of bright oil-fed sconces on the walls. Each additional light brought more of the figure in the circle into view, especially as the thick, billowing smoke was sucked into the air flow and taken out of the room.

The canine stood just outside the circle, eyes wide. This was something... different.

"Mmmph! Omm, mmafshshhttrrr!"

Rory stared, disbelieving, at the small, red-furred fox who appeared, having apparently taken the bait and followed his soul-line back to the mortal realm. The canine's fingers slipped around the manacles, which would not be necessary at all in this instance.

The fox looked almost normal. A thick red pelt, black-tipped ears, a white jaw and torso were all standard vulpine features. A large tail featured a band of black just below the white tip, separating it from the rest of the red-furred appendage. Shadow-like black fur wrapped around the sides and back of the fox's neck, matching the dark shade of his outer ears. Finishing his physical appearance was an unnaturally pink shade of hair, at the moment pulled back and held in place by a small leather cord, keeping his face and golden eyes revealed. He was slim and short, no more than four feet tall, and looked even smaller in his current position.

Shiny black leather strips about half an inch wide stretched over the demon's shoulders, cutting into the thick pelt. They squeezed tight over his chest, separating his soft pecs and smooth belly. The upper harness connected to a strap around his belly, from which two more straps swept down around either side of his tail before wrapping back up around in front. It was almost as though he wore a pair of shorts made only out of leather seams.

His arms were behind his back, connected to the base of his large and fluffy tail, which whipped back and forth behind him as he grunted and tried to talk around a larger piece of leather between his teeth. It was held tight by more straps, muzzling him and preventing him from speaking. The small demon's wide hips flowed into a deliciously narrow belly and chest. The fox was on his knees, chest pulled back as his arms were pulled down, forcing his belly and hips outwards, including his very aroused, very cute maleness. The pink member stretched upwards, quivering and dripping, obviously having been teased relentlessly to be in such a state.

Rory stared, confused, trying to make sense of this. Had the summoning spell failed? He'd never had a demon appear looking like this, bound up and strapped, pre-bound and without even a glimmer of fight in those large, wet eyes. Despite his apprehension, Rory felt his sheath stir as he watched the fox's light pink cock wiggle in front of his white belly.

"Mmmththherrr!"

Rory shook his head. The demon was trying to tell him something, but he wasn't sure if it was safe. Those restraints could all be for show, and the moment the canine crossed the sage, he'd be in trouble if that were the case.

Reaching for a sac next to the bookshelves, Rory pulled a handful of salt out and tossed it in the direction of the squirming demon, who wriggled in his restraints as his thick little fox-cock dripped onto the floor. The lights of the room sparkled off the small horns curling out of his skull between his ears, almost hidden beneath the swath of bright pink hair.

"Reveal they true nature, demon, and confess your desires!"

"Mmfffrrr! Mffff! Mfff mfff hfmfmmrfffrf."

Well, that wouldn't work, Rory decided. There was nothing for it. Scattering more salt to form a path to the tiny four-foot-tall fox, the six-foot-three canine carefully stepped into the outer ring of sage, waited a breath, then took another step, whip in his paw ready to go at the slightest ill-judged move from the squirming demon on the floor.

"Mmffrff!"

Slowly, every so slowly, the canine reached out. He hesitated, fingers at the border of the sage as the fox leaned forward as much as he could, until the side of his face flattened against the invisible wall of his magical pen. Rory had no trouble reaching through, however, and undid the button at the side of the muzzle holding the fox's mouth shut, then the other before pulling it away. The large block of leather forming the gag fell out and landed in front of the fox as he turned his head back up, gazing with wide golden eyes at the canine.

"Master!"

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I smiled up at Master and tipped my head back, submissively showing my neck to the brown and tan canine.

"Oh, Master! Please, please fuck me!"

I shook my hips, making my pink cock wriggle back and forth as I stared up at the cute canine. I could feel my pre-lubed rump cheeks squishing and squeezing above my feet as I twisted in my black leather harness. It clung to my body tightly, showing off my thick, feminine curves.

But would the summoner take the bait?

I spotted a tell-tale bulge in the front of his pale pants and managed not to bare my teeth as I felt his aura change. He'd made a mistake in the summoning. I could feel the strength of the magical binding on me, but there was a loophole.

I moaned, long and low, and wiggled again, squeezing myself up against the barrier preventing me from crossing the sage. I managed to turn around in the narrow space and leaned over, hiking my tail up. My cheek pressed into one side of the barrier as I flattened my plump rump against the other side, sliding back and forth to get my pink tail hole exposed and puckered against the smooth barrier.

"Master, please! Please fuck me!" I moaned, gasping. A string of pre-cum fell from my erection to the floor between my feet. Fuck, I really hoped he did, because after paying those other demons to tie me up and get me ready, I was in desperate need of release.

But the subterfuge appeared to be working. I could see the outline of a think maleness now pushing up inside the canine's pants, and his eyes were locked on my wiggling, plush rump. I'd spent a long time on this form, making myself as small, cute, fuckable, and apparently defenseless as I could.

"Oh, Master!" I gasped. "I must feel your cock inside me... please! Please, Master, I'll do anything... please!"

The canine's resolve wavered, I could sense it, but he stepped backwards and held out a paw.

"Demon of the Void," he said, casting a handful of salt towards me, "reveal they true form!"

The grains of salt scattered around me, but of course nothing happened. I groaned and leaned back, using my hands to tug my tail up higher. This was, after all, my true form.

For now.

"Master, please! Please fill me with your seed!" I gasped. "Oh, Master... I'll do anything... anything to make you happy! Please take this worthless slave's ass!"

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The groaning and obviously aroused demon-fox certainly looked tempting. I grinned for a moment as he squealed and ground against the barrier, but I wasn't so sure yet. The salt hadn't worked, but it could be he was trying to trick me some other way.

"Demon of the Void," I said, this time including some ground acorn powder, lilac root, and dried egg with the salt, "If you plan on deception, by the Covenant I demand you confess!"

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So the canine wasn't a total amateur. The deception I did plan would have been revealed, but the binding was insecure thanks to his aborted summoning ritual. I was here, but not fully under his control, which made my plan all the easier - and meant I could simply ignore his latest attempt as though I were perfectly innocent.

"Master, please destroy this worthless fox's ass with your cock! I must have you, Master, please!" I gasped, begging as I leaned over, head almost to my ankles as my hips battered against the barrier. "Oh, Master, I'm so needy for you... please, please!"

Was he satisfied? He certainly adopted a more casual attitude as he walked around me in a circle. I kept begging for him all the while, watching his hips whenever they were in view, even turning myself in the circle to keep my hips ground against the barrier.

"Please, Master, fuck me! Leave the barrier if you must," I said. "Just please, quickly! Ooohh!"

My cock flexed, shooting strands of cum across the lower part of the barrier in front of me.

"Oh, Master, I'm so horny for you... I just came looking at you, Master!"

That really got his attention. I could see his maleness clearly outlined now. He wasn't small, possibly augmented with magic. This would be fun.

I felt him step up behind me.

"I hope I don't regret this," he muttered.

A few moments later, a thick tip prodded under my tail. I crammed myself backwards, gasping and moaning for his benefit as he shoved forward, driving himself deep enough to bump my hips away from the barrier. His claws dragged over my fur, clutching at my broad hips, hooking into the straps of my harness to drag me down roughly over his flexing arousal.

"Oh, Master! Master, yes! Harder, Master, please!" I begged, grunting as his hips drove forward again, smacking against my plump backside.

I could feel his aura clearly now. He was strong for a mortal. No wonder he was such an effective summoner. Other demons told me stories of the cagey mortal who trapped them until they charmed his objects, but I wouldn't have believed it was so easy to get into his confidences. So much success had obviously gone to his head.

The canine's stalk flexed deep in me as he leaned over, squeezing his stomach into my bound arms. His paws reached around and grasped my pecs, digging into the plump flesh as his jaws spread around my shoulder. I squealed and wiggled, shoving back against him as he moved further into the circle. His hips bounced against me, driving my front flat against the barrier as he drove in and up, almost lifting me off my feet with each drive. He was over two feet taller than me and put his size to good use as his large paws ran down my slim belly and wide hips. His teeth dug into my shoulder, but he'd have to bite far harder than that to cause me any damage.

I closed my eyes, almost humming as his thickness stretched my tail hole. I could already feel the power gradually draining from his body, his aura, into my own, and that's what really made me clench and squeeze as a second orgasm cause my arousal to splatter seed across the barrier.

"Oh, Master, you feel so wonderful! Please... annnnnhhh! Don't stop, don't stop, Master!"

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I wasn't going to stop. I couldn't stop. Nothing could stop me from fucking this sweet, tight, delicious little rump. I crammed forward, fully inside the inner circle - something I'd never done, and promised myself a million times I never would do, but I couldn't help myself. He was just so perfect. I gripped at his plush fur, clawing at his sides and hips as I slammed in harder and harder. He could really take a pounding - but that only reminded me of his demonic origin.

The short fox squirmed around my cock as I thrust upwards, lifting him off his feet and leaning backwards until his backside and shoulders squeezed up against the barrier. I pulled tight with my arms as my hips slammed upwards, against and again, as his little legs kicked to the sides, claws scraping down the invisible magic wall.

My ears twitched as I listened to his cries. He was so perfect, so tight, so warm and squirmy and soft and plump... I could feel my breath coming in short, desperate pants. My legs ached with the strain of slamming in harder and faster as he squeezed down tighter and slid his large tail across my chest until -

I pumped forward and leaned over, grinding him roughly into the barrier opposite. My teeth dug into the back of his neck as I pulled on the scruff. I erupted inside and gripped his hips, pulling him down tight until I swore my balls followed the shaft inside his clenching hips.

His scent was spicy, full of heat and the promise of even wilder passion. He rippled around my cock and I moaned into his shoulder, biting down through his fur, tasting his smoky scent. That made the little fucktoy demon wriggle all the harder and I shoved forward, pinning him roughly against the barrier as I emptied myself in side him, his eager moans and cries of "Master, more!" ringing in my ears.

I dug my claws into his hips as I felt him groan and wriggle, clenching hard as my cum pulsed between those tight, round rump cheeks. He was small enough that he was easy to lift, and I let him him on my half-erect shaft as he leaned back and wrapped his arms around my neck. I could feel his sharp little claws stroking through the large ruff of fur around my neck and shivered with pleasure as his warm insides milked my shaft.

The demonic fox turned his head, muzzle hanging open, a strand of drool hanging from his lower lip as he blinked several times. I had to struggle to remember he was a demon, but those small black horns sprouting from his fur behind his ears reminded me. I pulled free, jerking my shaft from his rump as he gasped and seized up, clenching around every inch as I tried to get out without buckling from the pleasure.

I managed to finally drag my length from between those tight little cheeks and staggered backwards out of the circle. The demon pressed himself up against the edge. His eyes glowed red now, the color of fire, as he stared at me, his hips and chest squeezed up against the barrier.

"Oh, Master! You're so wonderful to your slave!" he gasped.

I stared at him, trying to think as a wave of dizziness came over me. It was hard to focus and I fell forward onto my hands and knees in front of the circle, legs kicking and breaking the outer circle of sage. I looked up at the short fox and moaned, grunting as I felt my cock harden again, unnaturally tender and aroused. The fox's teeth spread in a vicious smile as he shoved his hips forward, squeezing his small red cock and balls against the barrier. As I watched, trying to see through blurry vision, I swore they grew larger. Not a lot... but a little all the way around. It could have been my imagination.

Regardless, I couldn't think, couldn't see, and couldn't hold my balance any longer. I pitched forward, exhausted, and fell into a deep sleep.

I woke up to the feeling of a warm muzzle wrapped around my erection and sat up, paws out, grabbing the small demon-fox kneeling over my hips.

"You!"

I looked around the room, head spinning. We were in my bedroom, on my small mattress. I was naked and fully aroused, to the point I felt like I could cum at any moment. I groaned and pushed the fox away as he reached his small black-socked paws out for my maleness.

"How... how did you get out of the circle?"

The fox grinned and hopped off the bed, completely nude and fully erect. "Master has bound me! I'm Master's eager fucktoy... please, Master, please use me!"

The fox turned around and leaned forward, clenching his buttocks so they pulled up taut and round. His cute little cock and white-furred balls pushed back through his hips, flexing against the backs of his thighs.

But this was wrong. No demon should be able to leave the circle without my explicit permission. I had to something, if the object were not at hand that I wanted enchanted. But had I given the fox permission?

"What's your name?" I asked, trying to focus on anything but the hypnotic tush swaying in front of me.

The small vulpine looked over his shoulder, lips still wet from the blowjob he'd woken me up with. "My name is Azratai, Master, but my may call me anything you wish!"

I swung my legs off the bed and stood up. I pushed the small fox away again as he tried to squeeze against my front and get his get muzzle back on my aching cock. I hurried to the secret room, but the fox was ahead of me and pushed the button for me, then stood proudly by the entrance as he looked up at me for approval. I ignored him and the pouting look on his muzzle when he didn't get a reward for good behavior. Inside, I dug around in my desk drawers, looking for the certain powders. I didn't trust the demon, not one bit.

My head clonked the table as I felt a pair of paws slide over my lower back, claws tickling down to the base of my tail.

"Ouch!"

"Oh, Master, this worthless and pathetic morsel is sorry! Please punish me for my misbehavior!"

I rubbed my head and swung my tail back and forth. It was large and heavy, and the fox was too small to stop it shoving him aside, pulling his claws from my pelt as he went. I spotted the bottle I was after and pulled it out, turned around, and took the stopper off the lid.

I shook it with my thumb over the hole at the top before flinging my wrist towards the small fox-demon, sending a spray of clear liquid in his direction.

"Azratai, Demon of the Void," I said, ignoring the fox as he played with his own arousal, "To whom are you bound and at whose leisure do you serve?"

The drops of distilled lavender, thyme, and ground bone meal ran across the fox's smooth white-furred chest. His eyes widened and his muzzle opened immediately.

"I serve you, Master, and at your leisure. To you am I bound."

The fox's jaw snapped shut and he winced, rubbing at the side of his muzzle. "Master, please, your useless and weak slave can do you no harm," he whined.

Fine, I decided. If magic could not reveal this demon's subterfuge, perhaps a different tactic was necessary. I strode across the room and picked up the wooden manacles from where I'd dropped them the day before. I held them in front of my face, whispered a few words, and tossed them in the fox's direction. They bounced once on the stones and ricocheted towards the demon, who didn't try to escape the restraints as one side clamped around his wrist, dragged his arm behind him, and clamped in the other. The silver bolt tightened of its own accord before it lurched forward, forcing the four-foot-six demon onto his knees.

I picked up the whip and strode across the room as the small male whimpered, eyes wide as he saw the enchanted whip. It was painful, but could cause no real damage. I used it on those demons I fished out of the void who were less forthcoming with their talents. It might also serve to encourage this small demon to give up his plan.

I stood above him as he whimpered, head bowed, shivering as he awaited the strike, even leaning forward and hiking his tail to expose his rump. With his wrists locked behind his back, his shoulders slumped into the stone floor, along with the side of his face.

"MMmaster, please punish me!" he moaned.

I watched the small male's hips weave back and forth and felt my tongue hang out of my muzzle, just as my cock hung out of my sheath. I was still naked, so nothing stopped the growth of my thick red shaft.

No, I decided. The whip was too cruel of an instrument to use on this one. Even if he was a demon. A better idea sprung to mind as I moved behind the prostrated fox and grabbed his tail, lifting it upwards. He wriggled and gasped as I lifted his hips off the floor entirely.

"M-master! Please!"

I wasn't gentle. I didn't need to be. His ass swallowed my aching cock with a hunger. I shoved in to the hilt and listened with satisfaction to his gasps and moans, but I wasn't just going to fuck the little male demon. I was going to get answers.

Leaning forward, I wrapped my claws into the base of the fox's neck, pulling on the longer ruff of fur there. He yelped as I slammed forward, but with my tight grip he couldn't move, so that his tail hole took the entire impact. I did it again, and again, and again, and soon was pounding away as he yipped and yelped beneath me, alternately begging for mercy and encouraging me to pound him harder.

It was almost fifteen minutes of debauched fuckery before I realized what I was doing. My cock was on the verge of cumming and my knees trembled.

"Master, please, please cum in your worthless fucktoy!"

I stopped moving and soaked my shaft deep in the demon-fox's impossibly tight and warm rump. His walls rippled over my shaft aas I pushed down, shoving his thighs wide apart as my claws dug deep into his pelt.

"Demon... of the Void... Azratai," I gasped. "Reveal... your... secrets!"

* * *

I had to give the mortal credit. He was a fighter. Even when I had him on the verge, he tried to summon a simple magic designed to make demons tell the truth. But his heart wasn't in it, and all I had to do was squeeze just a little tighter to make him forget all about his pointless and silly questions.

The rush of magic followed the rush of canine jizz as I absorbed his generous power. He was a fertile young mortal, well-versed and trained in magic and the holy arts. More than a meal. More than several meals, in fact, as I felt my hips growing and my cock draped lower. Each moment he pumped inside me, each warm rope of cum deposited in my rump, he fell deeper under my control.

"Master," I gasped, squirming backwards as I milked his cock for every drop, desperate to feel the surge of magical energies flowing from his body into mine, transforming and building me up. My toes flexed and stretched as I felt a ripple of power along my stomach. I stroked my claws over my fur and shuddered at the feel of the hard abdominals, though they were well-disguised beneath my soft white fur. I had to be careful not to take too much or I'd grow in power too quickly, which could tip the magic-sensitive canine off that something was amiss.

One thing I wasn't faking, however, were the deep moans of pleasure as the canine's thickness sawed into my plump, firm rump. The canine knew how to fuck, that was for sure. His claws scratched at my tough skin as he dragged me back over his shaft, resuming his eager and heavy thrusting.

A second round?

"Oh, Master... oh, your stamina is incredible, Master!"

Yes... a second round... I could feel his magic now, swirling and electric as it tingled around my aura. My pecs filled out, no longer smooth and soft, and my muzzle lengthened slightly, keeping up with the increase in height.

"Are you... are you getting bigger?"

Uh oh.

Time to pull out the secret weapon. I squeezed as hard as I could, rippling around his stalk as I pushed back insistently. My torso lifted into the air as I levitated my chest, allowing my legs to stretch to the floor. I squatted down against the canine's hips, using gravity to my advantage as his muzzle opened with surprise, only to clamp around my shoulder a moment later. His hips pounded hard, fast, three or four deep slams every other second as I squealed with pleasure, doing my best to distract him from the fact that he was now the same height as me.

I felt his teeth clamp down hard as he held himself inside me, followed by a familiar gush. The second transfer was like a delicious dessert after the main course - I could leech as much of his magic as I wanted while he leaned into my backside, growling and huffing and clutching at my plump rear end. I may have grown taller, but at the moment I was still very feminine in appearance despite the firm muscle beneath my pelt.

* * *

I woke up the next day after dreaming of Azratai. Though the memories of the dreams faded, I could recall the horror I felt as his wide eyes surrounded me.

The fox's arm drifted of my chest and I jerked myself to the side, eyes wide, panting suddenly. What happened the night before? I remember trying to get the truth out of the demon... then seeing his cute rump swinging... and mounting him as he encouraged me on, squeezing around me so nicely...

Azratai's muzzle pressed against the side of my neck submissively as his claws teased down my front. I shuddered as I felt the demon's large sheath slide against my hip.

"Oh, Master... I hate to see you so tense," the demon said, his voice a purring growl. "Please, Master, let your humble servant help you relax."

I shuddered as he slid against my side, pressing his chest into my arm as his paw circled my erection. At his expert touch, I slumped back into the mattress, groaning and wriggling in his delicate fingertips. What had I been worried about?

I couldn't recall.

Azratai's muzzle pressed lower, kissing his way around my neck and shoulders, teasing and nipping at my cheeks as his palm wrapped around my maleness. I could feel his thick, larger shaft pushing against my thigh and considered rolling over for him right then and there...

But no, that wouldn't do. Azratai was my servant, not the other way around.

To demonstrate that to the nuzzling fox, I reached for his ears and shoved his muzzle down towards my face. He grunted and growled happily as his nostrils sniffed across my length and down my sheath as his legs spread around my chest. I tipped my head up and stared at his flexing, wriggling red and white rump before my eyes were drawn to the fat white testicles below, so big they were squeezing flat into my sternum as the vulpine muzzle surrounded my stalk.

I pumped my hips upwards, stroking my cock fully inside, but I no longer felt the tight confines of his throat when his lips bumped against my thighs. Instead, his muzzle was long enough to easily handle my length. I tried to figure out why, but thinking when his long, red tongue swept around my arousal was impossible.

Instead, I dragged my feet up and pressed the soles of both footpaws around the fox's head. For the first time in what seemed like days, the fox wasn't moaning and whining and calling out for me. I shoved my legs down, forcing his muzzle to surround my sheath as well as my stalk. On the other end of things, I slapped my paws around his plump buttocks, now squirming up my chest until the large pillows were inches from my muzzle. His heavy balls rested at the base of my neck and I could feel his thick erection stretching down my sternum. Certainly it was larger than the small four-inch prick he'd sported the first time I met him... wasn't it?

The fox's lips clamped and pulled, suckling my shaft until I forgot my troubles. I thrust upwards, using my feet to keep his head down as I humped, hard and reckless, gasping and moaning as I bucked. My eyes locked onto the swollen white testicles dragging across my upper chest, though, as they grew.

I could see them growing. I could see the individual hairs of fur stretching and spread as more fur grew in to cover the expanding skin. I could feel their weight increasing and smell the extra powerful musk generated by the oversized orbs. They were each larger than my fist by now and swelling even larger as I desperately humped at his muzzle, cumming hard, my orgasm more intense and pleasurable than the last as I emptied my seed into his eager mouth. His tongue slathered my arousal with saliva, drenching it as he milked my seed into his throat with long pulls, suckling hard as his grunts and deep groans echoed through the room.

My eyes widened as his huge balls stretched outwards in all directions, growing faster yet, until the soft, fluffy white orbs squeezed up against my lips.

The demon pulled off my maleness and shuddered.

"Oh, Master," he cried, turning around to wiggle his hips, dragging his growing sac across my nostrils, "please, may I satisfy your cravings? May I please help you content yourself fully?"

His hips lifted and his heavy nuts slid down my nose and over my lips again. The fat slab of fox-cock trembled against my chest, ready to pull back and thrust between my lips in an instant, I was sure.

"Nnnnffhh... nngghhh..."

I groaned as I tried to say no, but his muzzle dipped down, pulling my member back into his heavenly muzzle, where his sinful tongue squeezed down into my sheath and sent my legs quivering.

"Don't... don't stop," I gasped, fingers digging into his thick and firm rump. "Don't... mmmfff!"

His hips lifted, dragging the thick, nearly ten-inch long fox-stalk up off my chest and into the air. It hung down over my face, dripping thick drops of pre-cum over the bridge of my muzzle. I stared at the thick length, watching the veins pulse along the sides and the urethra throb with each new spurt of seed. My nostrils flared as his muzk hit me, so warm and spicy and good... it amplified my desires until I couldn't stop the worlds tumbling out of my muzzle, spoken in a muffled voice through the swells of his fat fox balls.

"Yes, Azratai," I groaned, "Fill my muzzle!"

"Oh, Master!"

The fox's stalk thrust down, spearing past my lips and down deep, plunging right into my throat. I gagged immediately, but the fox's hips squirmed down hard, keeping my throat full as his huge white nuts draped over my eyes and forehead. Each time his hips lifted, the fat nuts dragged off, only to slap back down when he decided to thrust against my tongue again.

My own shaft trembled in the demon's muzzle as the unholy sixty-nine progressed. Over six feet tall by now, well on his way to seven, the fox demon was larger and more muscular than me at this point - which was good. It was the way things should be between master and pet.

"Oh, Master! Your muzzle is wonderful, Master! Oh, sir! Oh, I'm going... I'm going to cum, Master!"

My eyes opened wide when I heard that. I'd seen the loads the fox produced.

I was right to be concerned, too, as the first steaming, musky blast of seed not only filled my throat, but bloated my cheeks and sprayed out of my nostrils. The fox's hips plunged down into the pool of my open muzzle, displacing even more seed as I struggled to swallow. I could feel my shaft firing off as well, though my seed was weak and small compared to the tall fox's thick ropes.

"Mmmmaster!"

His hips wiggled, driving deep, flexing into my throat and pinning my head down as he lapped at my shaft, suckling around the tip for each and every drop of jizz I managed to produce from my small sac. I could feel his claws stroke up my sides, following the curve of my narrow, tight belly before it spread into a plush and stretchy pair of rump cheeks.

I closed my eyes as his teeth teased at my thighs. His cum filled my muzzle until it was all I could smell, all I could taste... until it was all I wanted.

* * *

Master tried to hide in the barrier, but I knew I had him - it was just a matter of time. The canine's cock quivered, completely hard, as I shoved forward against the invisible barrier, sliding my growing sheath against the smoothness.

"Master, please... please, Master, let this worthless slave fill your ass," I moaned. "Let this fucktoy make you feel good, Master!"

I pushed my lips against the surface, next to the quivering ears of the slim, effeminate male. Just one thrust... that's all I needed...

The manacles held my arms tight around my back, but that wouldn't matter. I could tell Rory was ready to succumb. His eyes gazed with greed at my maleness, most of its size and power stolen from the canine himself, not that he realized it. The dumb mutt was already addled, confused, addicted to my musk and seed.

I changed tactics when I saw him gazing at my sheath with my half-hard length squeezing out of it.

"Master, oh, Master!" I groaned. "My cock is getting so fat and hard for you... please, Master... please, help your loyal servant!"

The canine's fingers clenched into his palms as I watched through narrowed eyes, moaning and gasping theatrically. Truth be told, I did want him, of course - being a demon of lust, I wanted pretty much everyone. But this powerful little mortal was going to be mine, all mine, as soon as I broke him down to the last. I shifted my hips, making my fat and jiggling rump swing side to side as my fat and stuffed sheath flattened against the barrier. It was a neat trick I'd learned could make even the most resolute mortal succumb to lust: keeping my cock soft, stuffed away in my sheath as it swelled larger and larger, fatter and impossibly huge, but still soft to the touch - right up until I wanted to get hard. I could even make pre-cum burble up form the soft tip and did so, leaving streaks of clear pre on the magical field separating me from Master.

I groaned as I felt fingers reach through the barrier and come in contact with my sheath, but I only pressed harder against the ring of sage. I couldn't remove him from inside of it, not unless he wanted me to.

"Ooooh, Master... oh, yes, Master... your servant needs you so badly..."

He dropped to his knees, gasping for breath. I could see his cock twitch, already drooling a thin trickle of pre-cum onto the floor between his spread legs as his plump ass smooshed into his ankles and calves. His muzzle stretched forward along with his paws, pressing firmly into my pliable sheath until the white fuzz tickled the insides of his nostrils.

"Mmmhffff... yes, Master, oh, yes! Please, Master!" I gasped. "Worship my sheath, Master... tell me what a good servant I am!"

The canine huffed, eyes glassy as my musk hit his nose, filling his senses with my scent. The canine's tongue stroked up my sheath before his lips pressed in across the top. My hips jiggled below my bound paws as my sheath swelled larger and larger yet, until it was almost as wide around as the canine's thigh. His tongue slid inside and rolled around the head of my flaccid member, sending sparks of pleasure up my spine as he tasted my pre-cum.

"Yes, Master... yes!"

Rory whined as he leaned forward, halfway out of the circle now, but not yet fully under my control. I could feel his resolve slipping, his lustful instincts growing as he pressed his face against my sheath, moaning again, louder this time. His claws stroked through the pelt on my powerful thighs as I moaned in response.

Soon he suckled at the opening, pusing his lips down, eager to get his muzzle over the tip of my maleness. Soft as I was, my fat shaft still filled the canine's muzzle as my sheath climbed back up around his whiskers. I shoved my hips forward; his eyes closed as my sheath wrapped higher up his mouth, enveloping more than half of his long muzzle before I relented.

"Oooh, yes, Master... you're so kind to your faithful servant," I crooned, thrusting my sheath across his muzzle several more times as I spoke. His tail wagged and he moaned, huffing warm breath across my flaccid stalk. "Please, Master... take off these cuffs!"

The canine's brown and tan body followed my sheath as I took a few small steps backwards, luring him out of the circle entirely without him ever realizing. The manacles fell away, opening of their own accord as I felt the last of his resistance fade.

Instantly my paws grasped at his head, holding him tight as I plunged my hips up and down, forcing his face deep into my powerfully musky sheath until the white fuzzy fur stretched over his eyes, reaching past his brow. I held him down, keeping his head completely enveloped in my growing sheath. Sharp points pricked at my palms, forcing me to move my paws. I grinned as I saw the small black horns poking out through the fur atop his head. They were tiny and pathetic, nothing like the grand pair of black onyx horns curling high above my own ears.

"Open wide, Master," I cooed.

My shaft flexed into his muzzle, hardening in moments. He gagged and tried to pull back, but I kept my paws tight on his skull, refusing to let his face leave my stretched sheath. It felt too good to finally grow myself long and hard down his clenching, swallowing throat.

"Oh, Master," I gasped, hips already thrusting, making my fat rump jiggle and bounce above my large thighs, "I promise to make you feel so good!"

His throat distended around my maleness as I shoved in hard, pulling him down until nearly his entire head was buried in my sheath once more - only this time, I was hard, and my cock flexed deep in the canine's throat. I thrust in and pulled back roughly, throatfucking the mortal until his gasping whines sounded like music between each hump. Saliva and pre-cum dribbled from the corners of the small canine's stretched lips as he struggled to accommodate my girth. Not that I minded the resistance - his throat felt tight and silky and warm, just how I liked it.

"Master, your throat is so tight," I groaned. "I could fuck your throat all day and night, Master... please let me fill this muzzle... I want to cum so badly, Master!"

The canine had to give himself to me. Those were the rules. But there was a little wiggle room to them, just like I had a little wiggle room for my oversized maleness flexing deep into the horny, slutty canine's muzzle. I felt the claws squeeze, the extra swallow, the pleading in his eyes, and I knew...

He was mine.

My shaft erupted deep in his throat, launching fat ropes of cum straight down into his belly, which expanded gradually under the rushing onslaught of demon-jizz. I held his muzzle down tight, keeping his nose deep in my sheath to force my musk and scent to imprint on his malleable brain. His small black horns acted as the perfect handholds to thrust and pump, each time making the canine snort seed out of his nose between gasps for breath.

"Mmmff... what's wrong, Master?" I asked, hips jabbing forward, making my oversized balls slap underneath the mortal's chin. "Can't resist my thick cock? Can't control yourself around my huge balls?"

The canine whimpered as I pulled back, leaving the spurting tip across his tongue, and let him busily swallow and suckle my load for a few seconds.

"Ooh, Master, you're so cute when you eat my cum," I said, shivering. "I'll make sure to feed you every day as long as you want. Would you like that, Master?"

The canine shuddered and closed his eyes as his belly filled further with demonic essence, warping his brain further and bringing him under my control.

I dragged my tip free of his lips and grunted down at him. I was more than twice his size by now, and a wide smile crossed my face as he leaned into my huge balls, panting and gasping and moaning and squirming against me as my thick stalk drizzled a steady stream of cum over his head.

Soon, after corrupting the rest of the mortals in the keep, my power would be unstoppable. I would be a god amongst these pathetic creatures, and though I'd always keep Master close my side, I'd enjoy showing my tender mercies to the rest of the deliciously corruptible minds I sensed around us.

"Mmm... oh, Master... we'll have so much fun together..."

* * *

I stretched my paw behind my hips, grasping my rump cheek, and pulled it to the side of my curly tail. Dragging the stretchy pelt to the side to showed the nine-foot-tall demon my needy tail hole. The black leather straps of the harness Azratair gave me - the same one he wore when I first summoned him so many days ago - squeezed around my chest and hips, helping me display my eager backside. I could feel my small cock and tasteful sac hanging between my thighs as I wiggled my wide hips, trying to encourage Azratai to take me with more urgency.

The fox demon grinned as he knelt behind me. His massive cock flopped over, almost two feet long. It stretched up my backside, warm and heavy, and I couldn't stop the eager groans and slutty whimpers curling past my plump lips.

"Mmmhh... Master, you look particularly adorable today," Azratai said, slapping his paw across my cheeks and sending them bouncing. "Heh... look at you wince, Master, as though I didn't spend all of last night owning your perfect ass."

I closed my eyes and gasped, tongue extending as he spanked me again. The previous night was a blue of pleasure, pain, and glowing golden eyes. I shuddered as his fingers wrapped around my sac and pulled, making me yelp.

"Yes, Master," the fox groaned, his arousal throbbing along my pelt, "Moan for me... yes, beg for me, Master..."

The words filled my mouth before I could stop them, though as I spoke, I realized I didn't want to.

I wanted to beg.

"Yes... yes, Azratai... fuck my ass," I gasped, leaning down onto my chest so I could use both paws to show off my tight little pucker. "Please, Azratai... take me!"

The fox growled and I closed my eyes at the grating noise. It sent shivers into my very soul. The huge warm tip slipped under my tail, prodding at me as I felt the huge demon's paws caress my sides before grasping the harness and pulling me against him.

"Master is such a good and tight lay for his servant," the demon said, his voice a low rumble. "I'll make Master feel so amazing by ruining his wonderful ass!"

Claws dug into my skin, hard enough that I swore he'd rip my flesh right off my body, but somehow I held together. I clenched my jaw as his hips surged forward, then whined and finally screamed out for Azratai as his enormous tip flexed inside my tight rump. I could feel it as it stretched my inner walls impossibly wide, but the pleasure only increased as I squirmed around him, begging for him to put the rest in.

"Yes! Yes, fuck me! Harder!"

Was that really me shouting for the demon to take me? Had I fallen so far? Could I ever escape his influence... and did I even want to?

Those concerns, much like my prostate, disintegrated as the huge stalk flexed in, jamming deep and stretching my plump, round rump wide. His claws dragged me back as his heavy breathing and groaning echoed in my ears. His chest pressed down against mine. He was so huge, but still curvy, with wide hips and a slender belly, plus an amazing rump I'd spent several hours worshipping this morning at his suggestion.

Azratai always had the best ideas.

The nine-foot-tall demon's cock filled me, bloating my belly and distending my pelt. His claws slid higher, latching into my shoulders to tug me upright. His thickness stretched outwards, throbbing and wiggling against my paws as I clutched my stomach.

"Master," he gasped, his black lips tickling against my ears as my legs dangled uselessly in the air, "don't you think we should have more toys to play with?"

That was a good idea. My cock erupted, spraying a small load across the floor in front of me as his claws dragged my hips down deeper. I was nearly sitting on his thighs.

"Maybe some of the people in the keep... Master, you could introduce me to them..."

I nodded, tongue hanging out as he squeezed me down harder, tighter, and I felt my plush ass spread across his thighs. His teeth caught my ear, biting and tugging until I wriggled madly in his arms.

"Please, Master... say you'll let me meet your friends..."

"Yes," I heard myself say, my body arching along the curve of his god-like arousal. "You'll meet them all, Azratai..."

"Thank you, Master!"

The demon's eruption caused my belly to slump forward, visibly swelling outwards as he filled my guts with his demonic essence. I closed my eyes as the affairs of the mortal world felt farther and farther away. Certainly no reason to get excited about anything happening at Helvgar Keep, and if Azratai wanted me to have a few more playmates, well... the demon fox did know best. And, being his Master, that meant I also knew best.

His teeth tugged on the nape of my neck as he humped upwards, bouncing me and my sloshing belly on his oversized stalk. His claws stroked down my chest as I leaned back into him, arms going up and wrapping around the bases of his twin horns. The demon's body moved against me as I opened my eyes, staring out into the world as though for the first time.

Azratai's muzzle slid alongside mine as the red glow in my eyes matched his own. He smiled viciously as his hips jabbed inside me, and I came again, unable and unwilling to stop the pleasure coursing through every limb whenever and wherever the fox touched me.

"Oh, Master!"

Had Azratai said that? Or had I?

The end