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Trent peeked into the living room, feeling both shame and embarrassment. Embarrassment because even though he was eighteen, the badger was looking at his babysitter, the same one he'd had ever since he could remember. Shame because despite everything, what he was about to do would go against everything his parents had ever told him, even though that was the point.

The badger let both emotions run through him, eyes closed against them, until a particularly loud snore made him jump, blunted claws catching the railing. Mrs. Holgen, one of the clan's respected elders, was sound asleep, watching some preacher on TV. It was, after all, pretty much the only programming allowed in the sett. Swallowing, Trent quietly went past the living room on his way to the attic, the early morning light streaming through a high window as he ascended the creaky stairs.

Years of sneaking up here had made him adept at it, particularly how to skip the loudest stair and still land soft enough to not set off the stair following. It was the only room in the sett that had a locking door, plus enough distance to be soundproofed. That it was basically his father's den made his plans better, since his father was also the disciplinarian of the clan. 'Like how they oughtta be' as he was so fond of saying. Well, this morning was going to be different.

As the badger rose to the attic, he zipped to his little hiding place in Father's den: behind the bookcase. The books in there had long gotten dusty from disuse, and it wasn't much effort anymore to move the old wooden thing to reach the hole that he discovered there, dragging out the bag. Then, it was just the work of clearing a space in the middle of the room before he could set up in earnest.

Maybe it was his hyper-religious upbringing, but Trent's research into the occult was, at points, disappointing. Both because it was a lot less than he thought it was, and the parts he was looking for seemed almost stereotypically spot on. The one ritual he had been looking for had him researching alternate books and websites to see if there was some big joke he was the butt of, but those other sources pointed to this one or lifted instructions from its pages. So, he printed them off (at the public night library, of course) and hid them while slowly gathering all the materials he needed.

If this was going to work. Trent had his doubts, of course. Rock salt, a silver dagger (or knife) and all the other items he cobbled together were organized in accordance to the book's instructions, and some part of him felt extremely silly for doing so. Still, if he aimed this correctly - and assuming this was all real, anyway - then he'd have himself a real, live succubus. That still felt strange to think: an actual demon of lust. Still, he made a face, then started shrugging out of his clothes. Gotta do this right, after all.

Drawing the blade across the palm of his hand hurt, but slowly he traced the outer circle with the dripping blood, then got a bandage to keep himself from bleeding further. Another thing he'd have to explain, but if this worked... Feeling distinctly ridiculous, the badger grabbed a hooded robe and knelt at the head of the pentagram he'd drawn, the lit candles flickering as he breathed, then started reciting the words that were supposed to finalize the ritual. He put as much feeling as he could into them, but was almost relieved when he finished, and nothing happened. Of course it wouldn't work. Why would it work? It was all a bunch of hokey--

Abruptly, the blood-traced circle lit up in white, as if it was on fire. Trent rocked backward, unsure of whether to move or not. It certainly felt warmer in here than it had a second ago (or was he imagining that?), but there was definitely a light tracing the lines of the inscribed star inwards. There was a sudden scent of sulfur that was much stronger than the bits he'd used, and when the glow encompassed all of the pentagram, it flashed a blinding light before fading to something softer. The candles were out, and Trent looked around to make sure that he wasn't hallucinating when something crunched, drawing his eyes to the circle. The no longer empty circle.

The badger yelped, crawling backward but unable to tear his eyes from the creature that stood within. The only thing Trent could ascribe to clothing was a strip of deep blue cloth around the demon's waist, tied off to the side and a bit tattered at the hanging ends. Other than that, the demon was nude, and Trent couldn't piece together what he was seeing, aside of some type of bovine.

The demon was thickly muscled, the short fur showing off the sculpted six-pack a bodybuilder would dream of. Surmounting them were the largest pair of breasts the badger had ever seen, bared or otherwise. The fur was a blood red, and each breast capped by a perfectly jet black nipple. There was a gold chain that ended in an inverted cross, a simple golden decadence that further drew the eye to those breasts. The demon's eyes were black with red irises, her mouth frowning, muscled arms akimbo. "Who dares?" she (?) said.

Trent flinched. The voice was deep enough to shake him to his core, as if there was a landslide and he was at the bottom of a mountain. His body was reacting in other ways he couldn't quite ascertain, especially when a flicker of movement from a spade-tipped tail led him to see something else that shattered his mind. It wasn't just that her muscles extended to her legs, thick tree trunk-sized stalks that could absolutely crush him were he to be caught between them. It was the third appendage that hung between them, outlined behind that flimsy loincloth and in defiance of what he knew about boys and girls. Or at least, what he'd been taught.

"How old are you?" The voice, a mere tremble now than the earthquake it had been previous, tore Trent's attention from between the demon's legs. The demon was frowning now, arms crossed, bovine face crowned in magnificent horns, a dark ebony that drank in what little light there was, tips lost to the darkness.

"W-what?" Trent managed.

The giant bovine sighed, shaking his (?) head. "Please tell me you're an adult."

Trent surged with indignance. "I-I am an adult!"

"I can smell lies from mortals, kid." the demonic cow replied.

"I am! I just... I just don't feel like one sometimes."

"That right."

"Which is why you're here!" Trent said, shifting to his knees again, then standing. "You're a demon, right?" His legs weren't shaking too bad, which he saw as a good start.

"Yeah?"

"A succubus?" The demon didn't answer initially, and Trent stepped into that silence with a "Well?"

"You don't want a succubus."

"Of-of course I do! Demon, I command you to have sex with me!"

There was silence. The demon looked the badger up and down, and, recalling that he was nude under the robe, Trent cinched it shut. "That ain't nothin' I ain't seen before," the demon drawled, before leaning against the back of the wall that held it (?). Another headshake. "Besides, you've been hard ever since I got here and you just now wanna cover up? Merciful Satan..."

"That doesn't change the fact that--"

"Just stop for a moment, kid. Do you have any idea what you just suggested?"

"What's wrong with it?" Trent replied, his expression guarded.

"If you have sex with a succubus, nothing will compare to it. If you lose your virginity to a succubus, you're gonna be chasing that dragon for the rest of your life, and all other sex ain't gonna match up to it. " The demon leaned forward. "Put another way: if you fuck a demon as a virgin, you're fucked for the rest of your life."

That sounded disturbing, but for whatever reason the badger's mind focused on something else. "Who said I was a virgin?"

The demon rolled its eyes. "Look, kid. Beyond the bad idea of this being your first sexual experience, do you even know what you want outta sex?"

"What?"

"Do you know what you want out of sex?" it repeated, slower. "Like, what do you like? How do you like to be touched?"

"O-of course," the badger stammered. "And... why should I tell you, demon?"

The infernal nose flexed, then it snorted. "Alright." Abruptly, the demon sat down, cross-legged. From that height, it came up to Trent's neck while the badger was standing. "Show me, then."

"What?"

"Show me. You wanna have sex with a succubus? Show me what I'm gettin' into."

"I... this isn't how this is supposed to work!" the badger protested, teeth bared. "You're supposed to do as I say!"

"Kid, you might have me trapped here, on this plane, but I don't have to do anything you say. All your little summoning spell did was get me here: what I do after that is a matter of negotiation." The demon leaned forward, and even though the movement was slight, Trent became abruptly conscious of the movement of those heavy breasts. "You could just dismiss me, but you brought me here because you want something I have." A glance downward. "My body, apparently, if your little soldier standing at attention is any indication."

The badger resisted the temptation to put his hands over his crotch, ears going back. The demon smirked. "Getting modest on me now? C'mon. I'm a succubus. I know all about lust. My body is built for it."

Trent perked. "So you are a succubus?"

"Or incubus," the demon agreed amiably. "'Lust demon' works just as well."

"W-wait, are you a... a man or a woman?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes! I'm not a-a homosexual!"

"You ain't straight, either."

Trent bared his teeth. "I am not gay!"

"Kid, think outside the binary." Before the badger could rally himself for another tirade, the demon went on. "Look, just trust me on this."

"You're a demon!"

"Or don't." The cow shrugged, again drawing Trent's attention to... its breasts. "Just take off the robe for me. I wanna get a better look at what I might be workin' with."

After a moment, the badger began to undo the sash. "Are we going to have sex?"

"Quit stalling, kid. Only way you'll get an answer is if the robe comes off."

Swallowing, Trent took a breath, then let the robe fall open. "All the way off." The badger flushed, looking determinedly away as he shrugged it off. "Nice. Soft, too. I like that. Got some strong legs, heh. That'll be important." The bovine demon's gaze felt like it was boring a hole into him. "Question though: when's the last time you jerked it?"

Trent looked at the demon, frowning. "What?"

"Jerked it. You know." Then, he grabbed his shaft, squeezing it by the base as his hand moved up and down. It was mesmerizing. "Kid?"

The badger shook himself. "I've... I've never needed to do that."

But then, the bull laughed, still with his hand on that towering shaft, though now his thumb was rubbing over the head. "Aw, c'mon. When was it?"

"Why does it matter?"

"'Cuz it looks like you're real pent up."

"How the... how the heck d--would you know?"

A lazy smirk from the demon. "Succubus, remember? I emit some pheromones that put people into more lusty moods, and it's working so well on you you're dripping." It did not need to look downward at the badger's erection, which he hastily covered with his hands, nor did it need to pout when he did. "Aw, kid."

"Do you need to do that?"

"What? I liked what I saw. C'mon, move your hands, kid." Trent didn't, and the demon's eyes looked back up. "Again, if you wanna fuck, indulge me." The badger blushed, but complied, letting his hands hang down his sides while trying not to curl them into fists. "Now that is tasty," the bovine said with a purr, "but you should probably let off some steam or this might end quicker than you want it to."

"What do you mean?" Trent spat, his ears back.

The bull leaned back, again drawing the badger's eyes to the spire, something that was starting to leak also. "Jerk it. Plus, it'll be a show for me."

"What do you need a show for?"

"'Cuz I like lust, kid. And, it'll help you relax a whole hell of a lot, wound up like you are. So get comfortable, huh? Pull over that comfy chair." The demon jerked its head, and Trent looked in the indicated direction. Then flushed.

His father's chair. He'd sat in it a few times, but only in the few moments when his father wasn't in the chair, or home. It still smelled like him, the scent rubbed so much into the fabric that he doubted it'd come out, ever. His father, who also punished him the one time he'd done something that appeared homosexual... something in Trent hardened.

"Yeah, sure," he said, going to the chair and dragging it closer to the summoning circle. Facing the demon and her... his... its absurd anatomy, the badger sat into the chair. The cow was smirking at him. "What?"

"I just think that look in your eye is cute. Lemme guess: this your dad's room and your dad's chair?"

"You know, if you want me to... to jerk off for you, that isn't helping."

A soft chuckle, and the demon shrugged. "Alright. Show me whatcha got, kid."

There was still that illicit thrill of starting to do this, for an audience that was a demon, and in his disciplinarian father's chair. Closing his eyes, Trent thought of something... well, sexy. It came rather quickly, one of those dreams that he'd had off and on when his bottom half ended up stained with something that undoubtedly leaked from him in the night. With a deep breath, he pictured his crush, a cute badger sow named Trisha, one of the girls from school. She had her head tilted slightly down, a look he'd seen on TV once or twice and that had given him a reaction he didn't act on since he was watching it at a friend's house... a friend who didn't have parents who locked down media so tightly. She started baring fur, taking off her school uniform piece by piece and moving sensually.

"Nice."

The comment startled him, reminding him that he had an audience and was... well, stroking his ding dong in front of... them. "Can you... can you put that away?"

"What? This?" the demon asked, squeezing his shaft with a little shake, a droplet of some substance dribbling from the top to fall to the floor. "Or these?" Hands went up to her breasts, squeezing and playing with them. Trent flushed.

"All of it! Any of it!"

"Why?" The demon was infuriatingly calm about things. "I'm enjoying myself, and you are, too."

"You're distracting me."

"Maybe, but only from whatever little fantasy you had goin' on in your head. You still like lookin' at me, you just won't admit bein' an exhibitionist."

"A what?"

"An exhibitionist." At the badger's blank look, the demon went on. "Someone that likes to be watched when they're showing off? In this case when you do sexy things."

Trent's ears pulled back. "I am not an exhi..."

"Exhibitionist," the demon repeated, eyes narrowing. Trent flushed, finding this new, incisive gaze disconcerting. "You didn't know what an exhibitionist is?"

"So?"

"Do you know what a voyeur is?"

"Of course!"

"Kid, just be honest."

"...No."

"What about this?" Again, Trent flinched when the demon shook his cock again, an organ that was still quite erect. How, he wasn't sure, but it must be something about being a demon. "What do you call this?"

"Th-that's your willy."

"My what."

"Your... your ding dong!"

"Penis, kid. It's called a penis." A pause, then "Define sex."

"What?"

"Just... humor me."

"It's... it's when the boar... the boar puts his, uh, penis into the sow's... flower. After they're married."

The demon blinked. "Right. Seems like I got my work cut out for me. Anyway," he continued, trying to bring his legs out from under him, "great Satan, this ring is small... hey kid, next time you summon a demon, make the ring bigger, huh?" After a few moments of grunting and enough curses to make Trent blush, the demon was finally slouched, upper back pressed against the barrier, its legs spread. Perhaps the most fascinating bit was the absurd erection that didn't seem to lose any of its hardness despite the awkwardness of lugging it around. That is, until the demon pointed out something between its legs that boggled the badger's mind.

"This is the 'flower' you were talkin' about earlier, kid. It's called a vagina, or a pussy, more casually."

"B-b-b-but--"

Rolling her eyes, the cow went on. "Kid, my gender - and sex, for that matter - is 'all of the above.' If you're gonna tangle with demons, you better know that we don't subscribe to that binary your parents taught you." The demon coughed, then started chewing something. "They're wrong, by the way. Plenty of you mortals aren't male or female, or not male or female like how you think 'male' and 'female' are."

"But--" Trent continued to sputter.

"Kid, just trust me on this."

"But... demon!"

The demon sighed. "I swear, a few demons get liberal with the truth a few millennia ago and every demon gets tarred with that reputation." Sitting up the slouch, the infernal bovine crossed their legs and went on. "I haven't lied to you yet, kid. And I don't plan on doing so, not about sex."

"Well, why not?"

Looking directly into the badger's eyes, the demon continued. "Because it's criminal, the amount of truth that's been kept from you all in the service of obeying your god. I've seen too many people like you, that have been raised all their lives in the little cocoon of religion and told to never step outside of it or you'll be sent to my place." The bull shook his head and sighed, gathering and flicking off a bit of fluid from his shaft. "If it was up to me, your parents or whoever decided to hide the world from you would burn in the actual lake of fire for raising you like this."

It was a night from jarring statements from an impossible being, apparently. "You would send... you would send my parents to Hell?"

"If it was up to me," the bull went on, shrugging. "But it's not. Prolly for the best. I'm way too het up about enforced ignorance over one's body. It's kinda my area." Settling against the wall of the barrier, the demon blew out a breath, his hand idly stroking over his shaft.

Trent wasn't sure how to digest this information. It didn't help that the demon's body was a huge distraction, and as enthralling as it was disgusting (though 'disgusting' was probably too strong a word, especially since the 'disgust' might have been less that and more shock). The badger shook his head.

"I dunno," the demon said. Another weird thing about the being was that his voice never seemed to rise too far up or down. "Hell, maybe your parents don't know anything about their own bodies, either. But I know that I can fix that with you. Since I'm here." The even keel nature of the beast lent those casual statements the weight of a brick, one the badger seemed to be constantly recovering from.

"You... want to teach me about my... about me?"

"Yeah."

"Because I didn't know that this" and he gestured downward vaguely "was called a-a penis?"

"Seems to speak to a greater ignorance, yeah, and I can educate you."

"How are you gonna do that?"

"Hands on, kid. Not my hands, but, you know." Another shrug. "You get the idea."

"Do you have to keep... doing that while we're talking?" The badger wondered if he had ever flushed as much as now, in front of a shameless demonic being that hadn't really stopped touching itself during the entire conversation.

The bull had brought his other hand up to his - her - breast, rolling the nipple between her fingertips. While still stroking her - his - penis. "Mm... not really, no. But it's fun. And I wanna show you what you've been missing out on."

"To-touching yourself is a sin." Trent hated that his voice wavered.

The demon - bull or cow or both or neither - chortled. "Kid, according to your religion, demon summoning is a sin, and a big one. You sure you wanna come back with what is, or isn't, a sin?"

Of course. Trent huffed, looking off to the side. It allowed him a moment to recover his composure. And after a moment, he thought that he already had a lot to answer for, in terms of sin, and there wasn't any point to compounding it with more. "I should... send you back."

"If you want."

Startled, the badger looked at the demon, who was still slouched. Thankfully, he'd stopped stroking himself, but her legs were still open, and as he continued looking, a hand moved from one pendulous breast down to the utterly baffling v--flower, two fingers rubbing over it. "What?" the bovine said.

"What do you mean, 'if you want'?"

At that, the demon sat up, legs closing. "Lesson one in sexual education: Consent is the most important thing to having good sex."

"What?"

"Consent," the demon repeated. "Basically, you make sure that everybody's okay with having sex, and the sex you're gonna be having."

"What?"

Rolling their eyes, the bovine continued. "Before you start having sex, you make sure that the person you're having sex with wants to have sex with you."

"Oh... so if they say 'no'--"

"More like if they don't give you an explicit 'yes.'"

"--Then, uh, you don't... have sex with them."

"Yep. And 'yes' doesn't count if they're under the influence of something, like drugs or an abusive partner. It's hard to have good sex without a willing partner. Hell, if we weren't having this conversation right now, I'd tell you to send me back."

Trent's ears went back, blinking a few times. "What if I didn't want to?"

Sitting up again, the demon leaned forward, smiling. It was not a pleasant smile, because the badger noticed the demon's mouth was suddenly filled with a lot of sharp teeth. "I can be very convincing when I want to be." Just as quickly, the teeth disappeared and the demon was leaning back against the barrier again, chewing whatever it was it was chewing. "But you're not preventing me from leaving right now. Moot point."

Trent took a breath. "Right, Uh."

"Back to sex! Second thing, communication is important. Gotta talk about what you want with the person you wanna have sex with, right?"

"Well, uh... what if... what..."

"If you don't know what you want? I'm glad you asked. You gotta figure that kinda stuff out. Which is why I wanted you to jerk it before." The demon swallowed, head tilting. "Still want you to, by the by."

"...do I have to?"

The demon smirked. "Tell ya what. Why don't you just watch me, and do whatever you feel like doing, mm?"

The badger blinked, confused. "That's it?"

"Yeah, that's it. Even if you do nothin' at all, I like being watched. So, you know... watch me."

"A-alright." A swallow, and Trent took a deep breath, squirming further in the chair. "Um. Whenever you're... ready."

With a chuckle, the cow began. Somehow, he didn't notice her massive shaft when her hands were busy combing through her chest. And, again, it was a very prominent chest. Her breasts were full and heavy, and her hands ran down them, blunt fingers twisting her own nipples and bringing sounds from her. She sighed, and furtive glances to her face saw her enveloped in her own self pleasure, looking down.

This, this had to be the most embarrassing part. At least, that's what Trent hoped his flush was from, since the cow tugging on her breasts and emitting soft lowing of what had to be delight were... doing things to him. It made him very aware of himself: how the chair felt against his fur, the beating of his heart, and the little trickle of whatever liquid was leaking from him and rolling down his, his penis. It was hard in a way he'd never experienced before. Maybe he'd been some kind of hard the entire time with this infernal being and her pheromones and her body, but now it felt a bit more acute, the pulsing of blood through this part of himself. As the cow kept playing with her breasts, moaning softly, it was the easiest thing in the world to touch it.

She wasn't looking at him, but Trent could feel the snap of her attention nonetheless. All he was doing was holding himself, the warmth radiating from that betrayal of the flesh, but when he looked at her, she had shifted almost as if to contain her own arousal, even with both hands on her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers. Then she tugged on one, squeezing the other, her sharp teeth suddenly not as threatening while they bared in her pleasure.

Glancing downward, Trent looked at himself. At his hand, at the organ within his hand. The last time he'd done this... the shame washed over him, made him want to take his hand away, made him want to just banish this demon and minimize his sin and the forgiveness he'd have to ask for.

Of course, the demon could sense it. And he said something. But what he said... disarmed the badger. "Do you mind stroking it?"

"What?"

"Stroke it. Your cock."

There was a part of him that strenuously objected, that told him that he should stop now, pray for forgiveness. But that part wasn't flushed with heat, squeezing around his cock (that word sounded so dirty) and moving it up and down. He was... slick. Already. Something had still been leaking out of him. The badger wasn't sure what it was, but it made everything feel different, slippery, even as he gripped a bit harder to compensate. It was the easiest thing in the world to obey the request, and while he didn't breathe any harder, some breaths shook when they came out.

"Nice..." the demon cooed.

Even that one word made Trent blush more, but he didn't stop. It felt too good. To the point when he got confused when the demon spoke again.

"Slow down?"

"What? Why?" Of course, now Trent was stopping entirely.

"Draw it out. Feel better for longer, ya know?"

The badger blinked. "You can do that?"

The bull grinned, then gestured to his own cock. "Watch me. Follow along."

That pillar had still been hard, but maybe it was just the demon's ability to keep it so. And as much as Trent felt conflicted about staring at a penis while stroking his own, he found himself doing it anyway. Something... something about that shaft was enthralling. Maybe it was the demon himself, or some pheromone in the air thanks to the creature's machinations.

What even were the machinations, anyway? It was just... drawing out the pleasure. The badger was flushed, watching the demon start to rub his thumb over that shaft head. He mimicked the action, shivering at the unique sensitivity he'd barely scratched the surface of. "Like that, huh?" the bull said, going back to sliding his hand over his shaft, and Trent shuddered as he did the same.

"Feel close?" the bull asked.

The question cleared some of the fog that had been building. "Huh?"

"Like you're about to cum." At Trent's increasingly confused look, the demon went on. "Orgasm? Make stuff come out of your dick?"

"You can do that on purpose?"

There was a small twitch, but the bull's smile came back in greater force. "Oh yeah, kid. And it's really good when you do. It's kinda... the finale of masturbating, but not always sex."

"I... okay?"

"You feel... flushed, right? Hot? But tingly? Like, say, your body's straining toward something, but... maybe you can't quite tell what?"

The badger squeezed on his cock. "I... y-yeah."

"That's orgasm. When you reach that peak. You've probably felt it in your sleep, with really intense dreams, right?"

Trent wasn't sure how the demon was still stroking over himself while talking like this, but it seemed to speak to the vast gulf of experience that the badger was only starting to see was there. "Y-yeah. I think."

"Ya wanna chase it, kid?"

Trent probably would have answered, except that he saw the bull squeeze his own balls, and he cringed in sympathy. "What are you doing?"

"Huh? Oh. Heh... kid, if you don't squeeze hard, it doesn't hurt. Try it. Careful, of course."

Why was the rapt attention paid by the demon, this creature of Hell, this embodiment of the sin of lust, so... arousing? Maybe he was just making sure Trent didn't accidentally hurt himself, but the slow stroking hadn't abated while the badger tried to apply gentle pressure to his own testicles. That didn't do much for him, but tugging them, strangely, did. That odd sensation felt more pleasing than the squeeze.

But then, the demon directed him to try pinching his nipples, and that only made him confused by the demon's obviously female breasts. The cow laughed that off, though. "You got the same parts, mostly. You might like it. Try it, kid."

Maybe it was the haze of lust he was under, grappling with himself while making these decisions. Maybe it was the ease of the suggestion - and it did feel like a suggestion - from what should be a hostile entity intent on stealing his soul for eternal torment. Maybe it was the confusion of dealing with either or both of those former things while the demon was somewhat forcing him to take in his - her - its entire body, breasts and penis and horns and all, their scent a constant mingling of male and female. Maybe it was all of the above, like the demon said their gender was. For whatever reason, Trent did it, sucking in a breath through his teeth as he twisted a nipple.

"Whoa, ease up a bit there, kid. Little less."

The badger shook his head, but did moderate his twisting again. And it had hurt, a little. But it also sent a rush through him, more so when he finally got into coordinating doing that and also masturbating.

"Heh, alright then. Maybe you're a bit of a masochist. Nice. Wanna keep going?"

Trent responded by moaning, pushing his head against the chair's back. He had stopped, squeezing himself by the base of his penis from some repressed instinct.

The bull chuckled. "Kid, I got no idea if you're multi-orgasmic or not, but fuck do I wanna see. You're leakin' like a faucet and I wanna see you pop off. Go for it."

The permission unlocked something in him. He did go for it, squeezing and stroking until he felt that cliff approaching, then throwing himself off with bared teeth. A wave crested over him, and he felt his body jerking in unpredictable directions, completely losing control of most of it. The first plop of something falling on his chest opened his eyes in surprise, and it was in time to catch the next spurt of an off-white substance landing on his nose. A second (or third, or fourth?) shot almost touched his chin, and the rest tapered off. "Oh, God..." Trent gasped, gaining a new appreciation of the word 'spent.'

"Fff...uck!"

The exclamation was enough to pull the badger's attention from how alive and tingly his body felt to the heaving sexual majesty that was the demon getting itself off. She had placed her hooves on the wall of the barrier, reclined in an intense slouch while fingers dug into her pussy, the other hand wrapped around his - their cock. Somehow, she was stimulating both at once, in a coordination that Trent couldn't parse before the orgasm hit.

A shudder took the demon then, their entire body pulling in on itself. They ripped their hands away from themselves, though by the fluids coming from those respective organs, it seemed more like they were ejected. Trent didn't know what to look at most, enraptured as the demon's vagina clenched, then pushed out a fluid that hit the barrier and splattered over it. Of course, the demonic cock had started firing and didn't stop until there were lines of sticky white over the demon's chest, face, horns, even covering a significant amount of the barrier behind them, slowly sliding down as the demon descended from similar heights.

There was, a second after the bovine started, a smell that assaulted Trent's nose and had him whimper from its intensity. The scent mixed with his own lingering seed, and without thinking he licked over his muzzle.

The demon was doing the same, though took longer due to the amount of substance within reach of its tongue. "Fuckin' Hell, kid. I haven't gotten off that hard in... well, it's been a while, shit. Guess things had gotten a little stale back home. Wow, that was way hotter than I thought it'd be." A pause, and the demon grinned. "Looks like you might know how hot that was, heh."

Guilt had been starting to descend onto the badger when he perked, wondering what the bull was talking about. And then he saw himself almost resiliently hard. When Trent went to touch it, he shivered with the sensitivity he found in himself. "I... probably shouldn't," he managed with a voice that had somehow gone a bit hoarse.

"I hope that's 'cuz you're too sensitive and not 'cuz you feel guilty."

Despite the demon's penchant for saying shocking things, it was hard not to be shocked by this latest statement. "Wh-why?"

The cow didn't answer immediately, instead drawing a finger through the mess on her chest, then sucking it off the finger in a casually sensual manner that had Trent's pole twinging. "Kid, you have to battle probably a lifetime, so far, of indoctrination. So I guess I'm just hoping that you don't feel guilty, 'cuz this isn't anything to be worried about, sin-wise."

The words felt absurd even as Trent spoke them. "Th-the bible says that--"

"The Bible was written and assembled by mortals like you: imperfect and with their own agendas. It ain't all right." The demon's eyes slid to hold the badger's gaze. "It ain't all wrong, either, but it ain't all right."

The badger blinked, his ears back. "Could you... stop doing that? Especially... especially when you're just covered in... white stuff?"

"Doing - oh right." The demon gestured, and the stuff disappeared as if the demon had taken a giant, invisible squeegee and wiped all the fluid off its body and into nowhere. "Yeah, I guess this isn't the best time for philosophy, is it?" Grunting, the demon sat up, giving itself a little shake, and Trent was disconcerted to find out that his eyes kept flicking away from the bovine's face and either to the breasts or shaft, the latter of which remained stiff despite that prodigious orgasm. That he could still smell. "Anyway, you wanna go again, kid? Some part of ya seems to, plus I got plenty ta teach you."

Trent squirmed. "I don't... know that I should."

The demon sat up, looking off into the distance, their eyes flashing. "Well.. your babysitter-- you have a babysitter at your age? Great Satan, no wonder you resorted to summoning me. Anyway, babysitter's still out, and... your parents aren't even on their way home yet." The massive bovine blinked, head shaking as their eyes returned to what passed for normal. "So we probably got a few hours more, kid. Probably not wise to cram it into one night, but I figure it's my civic duty to make sure you're a little smarter since you went through all this trouble."

Swallowing, the badger was silent for a moment, thinking over the offer. "You said... there's more to know?"

"About sex? About yourself? Oh yeah." The demon grinned. "Let's get started."

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Kalevnademous, Levna to their friends, did not like being summoned. Honestly, they were kinda annoyed that there was something in the Rules that allowed demons to be summoned, but those were set millennia before they were born, so there was little they could do about it. Still, the last time being summoned was, while extremely infuriating in one sense, very relaxing in another. Maybe it was just their temperament, but the kid that summoned them hit their nurturing instinct pretty hard, so it was only natural for them to teach instead of try to angle for a soul or whatever Luci wanted them to do nowadays. Though now that they thought of it, maybe the opening of the mind was doing better against the rogue elements of God's People that were concerning even God, last they checked the celestial rumor mill.

Regardless, Levna expected at least ten or so mortal years to pass before they felt a summons again, so it was odd when she returned that they felt the tug of a summons nearly immediately. Mortal time always worked wonky, so they figured they'd answer, especially since it wasn't as coercive as last time. Idly, they wondered how that was happening as they shifted planes of existence.

A brief moment later, they were prepared to put on the whole fire-and-brimstone act but then saw the kid from before. The same one they'd put through a rather exhaustive one night experience in self-exploration, something that would have been one of their fondest memories had it a chance to grow old enough to be one. But here they were again, and they looked down at the badger, who smiled back up at them. "Kid, what am I doing here, again?"

Just then, there was a whimper, drawing the bovine's attention to the additional people in the room. Only one was as naked as the badger, the other two more or less fully clothed, though all had worn some kind of robe like the badger did. As they peered at them with their soulsight, they could see a doe mouse, a rabbit female (though that one's soul was twisted from trying to fit into a male role), and a male wolf. "Am I about to get vanquished?" they went on.

"No, no," the badger said quickly. "It's just... I had a couple questions since we last met, and I was hoping you could answer them. Well, a question and a request."

"Trent, did you actually summon a real, live demon?" the rabbit said.

"A succubus," said the badger and Levna at the same time, which brought a little smirk to the demon's face.

"Is... why would... why..." The rabbit continued to sputter, though Levna had to give her (though, another look at the twisted soul told them that she thought of herself as a 'him,' since the true gender was buried under lots of socialization) points for bravery.

Trent, as the badger's name apparently was, broke in as the rabbit faltered. "That's my first question, anyway. Um, what are your pronouns?"

The bovine demon raised an eyebrow at the badger. But that was soon accompanied a warm smile. "Singular they." It wasn't just the question, though that was gratifying. The badger's soul had been twisted with guilt and repression when they first met, but now was much clearer, with a purity of purpose and a desire to help others.

Which made the next question no surprise. "So," Trent continued, "is it possible that you could... you could help them like you helped me?"

Levna crossed their arms, chuckling. "So long as everybody's willing, I think I'd be happy to." They looked from the badger to the rest. "That's the first lesson, by the way. Consent matters, can be revoked at any time, and can't be given while somebody's under the influence of some kind of drug or whatever else you mortals do to alter your minds."

The other three looked at one another. The demon could sense their nervousness, but could also see that they looked to Trent. They had to get that story at some point, since now they felt a little invested. "So?" the demon nudged.

"Is this going to hurt?" the mouse asked.

"Shouldn't, but considering that you folks are new to this, there might be some pain if you do it a bit wrong."

More silence, then the wolf. "Are we gonna go to Hell for this?"

"While I think the big man upstairs would prefer you didn't get this from me, no." The demon looked at the others. "Any other questions?"

A few head shakes, and they could see the thirst for knowledge outweigh their trepidation. Grinning, Levna undid the knot tying their loincloth, letting the fabric drop. "Alright then. You should probably get naked, then, 'cuz I run a 'hands-on' kinda demonstration." The demon sat down, making themselves comfortable against a wall of the barrier. "By the way, kid," they said to Trent, "Thanks for making the circle bigger this time."

"Don't mention it," the badger said with a little grin.

Kalevnademous looked at the other three while Trent settled down in the corner of their eye, already hard. They slouched, exposing their pussy and moving a hand down across it. "Let's start with the vagina side of things, since at least two of you are gonna want to know how to touch and please one."