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Masami was practically slavering as she watched the summoning ritual from the spirit realm. She felt it's gentle, seductive pull, but resisted for the moment. She would appear soon enough. For now she wanted to enjoy the treat this foolish summoner had presented her.

They stood at the edge of the room, lit only by an outside lantern glow through shoji screens. No open fires in the room, but that was about the only precaution the summoner had taken correctly. Their circle was sloppy, parchment and notes scattered on the floor. Their apprentice, a white tigress, had a seal on her forehead, and on her back, but the dark lines of her fur interrupted the characters. They would be useless. Masami shuddered in anticipation- she would be able to possess the lithe creature effortlessly. Perhaps she would even keep the stripes. They were lovely, emphasizing the lines of the naked tigress's body as she panted, kneeling in the middle of the dark room. Her legs were spread, her back arched, as if she offered her breasts to a lover, even as her hips writhed and her sex gripped the jade length between her thighs.

That was the real reason Masami was here, why she couldn't help but watch this delightful display. Jade was a proper offering for the kitsune spirit, her eight tails wreathed in fire of the very same hue, claws, fangs, and eyes all glowing with unearthly green power. Yet, Masami had never before seen it offered in quite this way. She watched, one hand between her own thighs as the lithe tigress took inch after inch of the slick stone cock into her body. The summoner's pet had a serious expression on her face, but nevertheless, her soft gasps and moans filled the room, a more potent call to Masami than any incense a summoner could have offered.

The kitsune spirit tore her eyes from the tigress for a moment when the cat finished writhing through another shuddering climax. The summoner couldn't be a more stark contrast to the lovely thing in the center of the room. He, or she, Masami had difficulty telling with some mortals, was thin, willowy, so cloaked in golden silk robes that you could barely see a hint of red scales. They were a dragon of some sort, long white locks hanging down their back, and golden antlers on their head. Elegant, whiplike whiskers and tail twitching as they observed their sacrifice, icy blue eyes watching with an academic interest. Masami was not impressed by such a foolish mortal. How could they watch the display before them with so little passion? The tigress recaptured the fox spirit's attention with a loud gasp, as she finally managed to sink the thick knot of jade into her sex, lifting both her hands to her own chest, rolling and teasing at her nipples, the only evidence of the summoning focus an impression of the stone maleness a bulge within stretched lips and taught midriff.

Masami couldn't wait anymore. She needed to possess this tigress, to change her, and show the foolish summoner exactly what pleasure he was missing. She shuddered at the thought, hopelessly aroused by her own voyeurism and fantasies of bending that dragon over, seeing his face contorted in the same helpless pleasure as his tigress pet. Masami couldn't imagine a more perfect return to the mortal realm. She let her presence wrap around the sacrifice like a warm cloak, embracing the kneeling tigress as a lover. Everywhere the demon touched, the tigress's fur stood on end, Masami grinning as her victim released another breathy moan, arching her back even further, offering herself for possession in the throes of ecstasy- and Masami did not deny her new pet for even a moment. She sank into the tigress's body as water into rain-parched soil, where the flower of corruption blossomed. The tigress's white fur took on an inner glow, even as the black stripes faded into an ebon void. Then the sacrifice's tail thickened, into the thick brush of fox, before splitting in eight parts, weaving and dancing together, tiger stripes remaining and becoming a hypnotic, enthralling dance. Her ears grew, flicking with amusement, her muzzle pushing out and narrowing, until she had the proper grin of a kitsune, smile revealing jade fang and tongue, the sacrifice's flesh now matching the hue of the wicked relic that caught Masami's attention. Masami stood, stretching, the sublime body of the sacrifice turned divine by the kitsune's magic, a vision of eternal beauty, tall, strong, intimidating and fearsome. The dragon summoner only watched from outside his circle, gaze lingering on her curves, her breasts, her hips...

Masami felt her control increasing, running her new hands over her enhanced body. The tigress's mind was aware of what was happening to her, but surprisingly, Masami didn't feel fear from her new host. Only deep erotic satisfaction. Masami was shocked and thrilled by the depth of this mortal's sexual hunger and perversion. She wanted to be a tool for the kitsune! Masami couldn't imagine a more perfect vessel for her own lascivious appetite. Her hand paused between her thighs, tracing a jade claw around engorged lips, feeling the stone still locked between her folds. At that moment, Masami remembered the summoner, feeling his gaze upon her changed form. Oh, there was hunger there too. Their eyes glowing with lust, standing just on the edge of their inadequate summoning seal, as if they would throw themself upon her at any moment, abandoning all caution and prudence.

This was almost too easy. Masami couldn't believe her good fortune. To be offered such a perfect sacrifice, and such a foolish summoner to enslave, it was enough to make the kitsune feel positively generous. She decided she would reward this summoner. Oh yes, she would sate the yearning in their eyes. She splayed her elegant fingers on her sex, feeling her clit throb and her vessel shudder under her skilled grasp. Then she reached for her well of demonic magic, and began altering her body further. Flesh pushed free, the jade cock that captured Masami's attention now transformed wielded by her. Thick and heavy, a sheath covered in white fur formed, showing only the tip of a fearsome jade length, yet already matting her fur with potent evidence of her arousal. The heat of summoned flesh between Masami's fingers made her shudder in anticipacion, and give her new cock a few lingering strokes as the transformation completed. Soon, between her thighs hung two balls, heavy and full, and Masami fondled them, luxuriating in her power. Her other hand groped her chest, breasts still soft, alluring. She stepped forward, offering every inch of herself for the summoner's inspection. The mortal vessel, now nothing more than an amusing presence inside Masami, was filled with excitement as she approached the summoner. Masami smiled- perhaps this tigress pet would enjoy the role reversal she had planned. Well, who was she to deny these two ambitious servants their reward? Masami's tongue lolled out, green length extending and curling around her own nipple, enticing the summoner to abandon their foolish ambitions, and instead revel in her own twisted fantasies. It had been so long since she had a proper mortal slave. Her cock throbbed in it's sheath just thinking of all that she could do with this willowy dragon. Male, female, somewhere between or beyond, the gender of mortals mattered little to her. She would break them, make them her slave.

Her tails arched forward, reaching to pull the crimson dragon into her embrace. She towered over their slender form. Dark, verdant flame flickered to life at the edge of her striped tails, fire dripping from her maw like a predator's hungry drool. She would devour this summoner's soul, strip them of every last bit of their mortal sanity, until they were nothing but a toy for her perfect, twisted desires. She approached the edge of that worthless circle, her fell presence blocking out all other light, her face inches from his own, scattering the loose parchment on the floor-

Something was wrong. The summoner smirked, as if her presence somehow amused them. They should have been frozen in fear, or stricken by unearthly lust, a helpless slave to her will. She snarled, her voice making the timbers of this wretched temple creak and shudder, but the dragon, arms crossed in golden robes, did not waver. In fury, her tails lashed forward, piercing the barrier, seeking to coil, to grasp, to drag them into her embrace!

But her body defied her at the last possible moment, and she felt a rush of pride from the vessel inside her. Her tails were frozen inches from hopelessly ensnaring the summoner. No, not just her tails. Masami's entire body defied her, and she was completely unable to move. The summoner's smile grew, and they brushed her body with their elegant hand, stroking her like some kind of house cat.

“Marvelous" they observed, nearly breathless in appreciation for her body. “I hoped of course, after all this preparation, that the artifact would allow us to summon a powerful spirit, but you have exceeded even my greatest expectations." They continued to inspect her body, gently tracing under her maw, the line of her back, the shape of her breasts. They even dared to draw a claw against her nipple, teasing that aroused flesh, before testing the heft and weight of her needy cock, the balls swaying heavy between her thighs. Masami growled as she struggled against whatever binding spell they had placed on her, eyes darting around, looking for the source so that she could incinerate it and properly consume the summoner who dared to mock her so.

“What is your name?" They asked her, whispering in her ear like a lover, their breath warm and pleasant. Masami realized with a start that her arousal had not diminished even as her plans had been foiled. Her plans to rut, to breed, to dominate to… Masumi felt her cock continue to throb, her body thrum with need, her thoughts becoming sluggish and distracted. She fought a growing sense of dread, struggling harder against the bonds and distracting visions of fucking the dragon who had summoned her. She had, of course, rutted and corrupted mortals before, but never had she harbored such all consuming lust. To be overcome by such things was a weakness of mortals, not of demons. The kitsune had become so lost in her fantasies, so focused on what she would do to the foolish one that had summoned her, that she didn't realize the fervor of her lust was not entirely her own. The vessel inside her fed it, and the body that Masami created had acted as a perfect pyre, lit by the flames of devotion that the tigress felt for the summoner. For her master. Masami caught herself wondering how this dragon had inspired such devotion. There were few that retained any sense of will when possessed by a kitsune. That this tigress creature was not only still aware, but able to influence Masami's own thoughts and instincts? It was unthinkable. Masami shuddered as the unpleasant feeling of fear sank into her bones for the first time in centuries. These two, this summoner, they had fooled her. They had captured her attention, played to her arrogance, and she fell for it like a beast devouring poisoned bait.

The summoner repeated their question, but Masami only snarled in answer. She would not give this treacherous dragon any of her power. She did not care if this lust was not her own, she would trap them beneath her, fill their body with her cock, with her seed until they were stained with her essence. She would snap those antlers in her jaws, humble this dragon beneath her, make them beg to serve her! Masami's green fire grew brighter, erratic as she thrashed within the binding spell. The room itself began to respond to her fire's glow, suffused with her essence. Masami let her power spill out, her cock erect and dripping. She would break this summoner yet. The dragon may have found a way to bind the corrupted body of their servant, but no mortal could bear to be in her presence for long and not worship her. Even now, the fel vapour of her flame, of her musk, of her arousal would twist their desires, their needs, until they matched her own.

“I will not give you my name mortal." She finally responded, watching carefully as her power worked on the dragon. “But, your cleverness deserves a reward. Tell me what you seek, and I will grant it to you, summoner."

Masami grinned to herself. Yes, let them tell her what they truly wanted. Even now, they would be questioning to what purpose they had summoned her. Truly, who would ask for something as fleeting as power, or wealth, or wisdom, when offered eternal carnal bliss? This foolish dragon had already admired her body, and soon, soon they would bend to her will, and she would break them, until they were begging to be fucked, lifting their tail and pressing against her, serving her cock with their body. Masami indulged in her fantasies, waiting for the summoner to speak. To seal their fate by asking for what their body's lust told them they truly desire- to worship her. To serve her carnally for the rest of the days.

The summoner began to pull off his golden robe, baring their body before her. Masami, relaxed in her bonds. Already, they were submitting to her power. Masima took a deep breath, tasting their spirit as they disrobed. Male. Good. Male mortals were so easily reduced to their base desires. He would be hers soon. She admired his body, beneath the heavy silk robes he was lean, shapely, a white chest and stomach with gold markings contrasting to the crimson scales on the rest of his body. His elegant talons, with golden claws, tread carefully, threading between scattered parchment as he drew closer, pressing his body against hers. She could see his golden length begin to slide free of the slit between his legs. She growled in satisfaction, his hands at the small of her back, exploring her tails, the curve of her ass. The bounty of her chest pressed against his, and she felt him sigh softly into the thick fur of her neck. Masami chuckled to herself. So beautiful, so alluring was she that even bound, even unable to move this poor mortal creature could not resist himself. Her cock jumped with anticipation, lurching another few inches from its sheath, marking the soft scales of the dragon's hip with sticky arousal. Then she felt the dragon's length curl around her own, his prehensile cock embracing her bestial implement. His hand slipped beneath her tails, reaching to tease the feminine sex she still possessed, hidding between thick thighs and soft fur.

“I desire your name, and your service, demon" he whispered to her, the tone of a lover asking for the smallest trinket. Masami started, his repeated request waking her up from the lustful trance he had been drawing her into. She snarled, realizing that he was not submitting to her at all, but stoking the lust he had poisoned her with, trying to tempt her. How dare this mortal presume to seduce a kitsune?

“There must be an exchange for service, mortal" she growled, voice echoing with rage and power. She was losing her patience. She needed to break this binding, needed to take him, show him what his foolish plan had wrought. Let him feel the wrath of a kitsune inflamed by lust. Perhaps she would twist his body next, make him taste the ache of unyielding heat between his loins.

He did not flinch, lifting his muzzle to meet her eyes, one hand gently cupping her face to bring it closer to his. Their lips brushed, an intimate promise of a lovers kiss twisted into mockery in this circumstance. “In exchange, I offer pleasure" he replied, kissing her again, deeper, drawing her demonic tongue into his mouth, letting them dance together. His cock echoed the motion with hers, his length spiralling around and caressing her need. Masami closed her eyes, letting herself fall into the kiss. When she did not fight him, the bindings seemed to slip, and she was able to press into his embrace, her tongue meeting his, her cock thrusting along his, her tails curling around him, her arms feeling the strength in his slender body. But when she tried to dig claws into his flesh, claim his cock slit with her own maleness, glut his throat with demonic tongue, bind his body in fire and fur, the spell stopped her, and she moaned in frustration and need.

He pulled away from her, eyes glittering, green fire dancing on his tongue as he laughed. His whiplike tail cracked against her as it coiled around her leg, spearing her femine sex and writhing within as a teasing mockery of what would truly sate her lust.

“Pleasure must be granted, not taken, oh greedy demon" he rebuked her. “Tell me your name, give me your service, and I will sate every lustful desire you harbor within your twisted soul, as long as it does not harm my body, nor my spirit." His terms set, he dropped to his knees, taking her cock in one hand, and her balls in the other, carefully curling claws so that they did not harm her turgid length. His hands were soft, and dextrous. He teased her sheath, slowly drawing it over her jade flesh, ever so gently squeezing her still hidden knot. Her hips yearned to buck into his touch, but only gentle, submissive movements were allowed by his spell. He rolled her balls gently in their heavy sack, as if testing their weight, letting them drape over his soft scales, occasionally tugging ever so gently to remind her to be still. After a time of this, finally, his silver tongue, which had so sweetly laid the terms of his treacherous bargain, began to now persuade her flesh, curling around her cock tip, savoring and tasting her lust, swallowing every drop with undisguised delight. His tongue was long, and coiled around her cock, slowly wrapping and unwrapping, tasting, teasing, guiding it inch by inch into his mouth. His whiskers twitched every time her cock jumped, filling his mouth with her pre-seed. If she surrendered to his attentions, she could just barely thrust and move against him, but his delicate touch was able to easily restrain and control her, still bound by his spell.

Masami screamed in rage and frustration. His mouth upon her cock was nothing but torment. Every touch only clouded her judgement more. She needed him. She needed the pleasure he was promising. Masami cursed the vessel she possessed, it's desires infecting her own. How could she submit like this? It was unthinkable. But when she relaxed into the summoner's throat, she became unable to deny her desires, to deny him his reward. Her cock throbbed again, and she let her hands fall gently to his shoulders, bent over double, curled around his maw as it swallowed her length deeper and deeper. Her legs shuddered, his tail curling tight around her thigh, pushing into her sex. She was so close, on the precipice of release- but the binding spell denied that freedom too. This was sublime tortue, she felt her balls pulling tight, tense, hot against the dragon's chin, but she could not release. His tail curled tighter around her thigh, feeding inch after inch into her shuddering body, but all she could do was tremble above him, unsure whether she was fighting the spell, or simply fighting to stand. The mortal vessel she had corrupted was screaming to submit to pleasure, to breed the warm, clutching passage that begged for her essence, but she could not seed this dragon's throat unless she accepted his deal, and gave him her name.

“So, be it" she groaned. Her lips drew back in a snarl, fangs exposed as his lips kissed her knot, his hand tight behind it, holding her torturously upon the edge. “I will serve you Summoner, as long as you serve my lusts." her voice was a tight growl, barely able to form words between her moans and grunts of need. But she had to get something out of this. Some sort of concession. What if the summoner bound her like this, forever aching, forever earning for a mortal's touch? She could not take the thought. She made the plunge, admitting defeat.

“My name is… Masami"

Immediately, she felt the spell ease, and her voice became a howl of release. Her cock exploded in his throat, her hips slamming forward, knot sliding behind his teeth, locking his muzzle to her length. Her tails snapped forward, curling and binding around his limbs, his waist, his chest. She held him beneath her for countless minutes, surrendering completely to her own climax.

But also to his terms. When the flow of her demonic seed finally ceased, her balls slowly falling from their tight cupping of his chin, and his clawed hand gently tapped her thigh, she pulled back with a satisfied sigh. The summoner swallowed the remnants of her release, coughing once and holding a silk kerchief to his mouth as he stood. He held himself with dignity, as if he had not just been claimed by a demon of lust, his throat knotted, and his belly filled with cum as she rutted his face. It infuriated her again, her tails lashing behind her. Her arousal rose, unceasing and angry, a storm rolling in from a treacherous sea. She wanted to pin him beneath her, cover his body with her own utterly- he raised a clawed hand, interrupting her thoughts.

“Do not forget that you serve me now, Masami" he said. She felt the touch of his magic, cold and confident, as he tapped her power and her green flame danced above his claws as demonstration. He grinned, stepping forward and admiring her body. His hand traced her curves, moving from her chest to curve around her hip possessively, the fire of her own power tingling skin beneath thick fur.

“Beautiful." He murmured, almost to himself, before meeting her eyes. His own glittering with mischief. “You may call me Reika, if next time you wish to call out my name, instead of your own."

Masami grinned, leaning forward to draw him into a deep kiss, before she replied. “Perhaps, Master Reika, you are not such a foolish summoner after all"