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A Demon Underfoot

For Sarnes

By Draconicon

Judas was, to put it mildly, having a very bad day. For that matter, he had been having a very bad week, which was the current end of a very bad month. Then again, one could imagine being in prison souring one's days and one's outlook on the world in general, particularly when one was the only one of one's species inside the dungeon.

Held prisoner by chains that were layered with papers writ with holy script, Judas was as helpless as a demonic cat could be. Though his eyes still glowed red and his horns illuminated the stone behind him, he was as helpless as a kitten, unable to harness his greater strength and the power that was his by right. He growled every time that one of the foxes that guarded him passed by the bars that held him back, narrowing his eyes and waiting for the slightest chance to remind them of what he was.

They never gave him the opening. Their master, a lord by the name of Manaki, had them all too well trained. Every time that one of the newer guards leaned in towards him, one of the veterans would reach out just before he might have snagged them.

"He's a demon," they would say. "His powers are...unnatural. Leave him be."

And so Judas was left, locked away and given little more than a loincloth for warmth. Were it not for the demonic fires that burned in every member of his species, he would have been frozen to the bone in the depths of the dungeon. As it was, he was still chilled, though not mercilessly so, and he continued to plot his revenge for the humiliation of being kept like this.

It was near the end of the month, today, and he was half-expecting the priest that had sentenced him to this life to come by and bind him again when the door to the cell opened. He looked up, but rather than the blue-robed kitsune that had captured him, he found himself looking at other foxes, red-furred for the most part, though a white-furred one stood at their head. The purity of color must have granted him his position as their temporary leader, he supposed, considering that the white fox was no older, nor apparently more experienced than the others. The white fox stepped closer, barely out of reach of the chains when he came to a halt.

"Demonic one. It appears that fortune befalls you today."

"I doubt that," Judas said. "Nevertheless, what is it?"

"Lord Manaki has offered you the chance for some limited freedom."

"Hmmph. My 'host' wishes to allow me the chance to roam around? Bold of him. And what cost is that to me?"

"Little cost at all, demon. Merely the chance to be examined and judged by him directly."

"And my alternative?"

"To rot under the holy writ of the priests, of course."

Little choice at all, when one came right down to it, and he knew that they knew such. He narrowed his eyes at them, wishing that the white fox would take but half a step closer. That would put him in reach, and a quick swipe of his leg would bring the vulpine servant to the floor. Then, he would have a hostage, and he doubted that they would just give him up.

Yet, they were wiser than that, holding position just a few inches from his reach. Judas considered it for but a moment, then sighed.

"I will...meet with him."

"Then you will be prepared."

"Prepared? Hmmph. What need have I of that?"

"A great need, by the smell of you."

"..."

"Release his chains, but be wary. And you, demon. Remember...you are on your honor. There are worse things for your sort than priests in this land."

Worse? He could hardly imagine that. Insofar as he was being offered a chance to be free of the dungeon, however, he was willing enough to take it. He did not resist as they pulled the heavy chains from the stone walls, the chains clattering and clicking as they were pulled through old rings of hard iron. They walked him free of the cell, and though temptation struck to fight his way to freedom, he resisted. The different paper seals were still close by, and while he had his movement back, he did not have his strength.

Wait, wait, he told himself. Wait until you've seen the Lord Manaki. Then make your decision.

The servants led him from the underbelly of the castle to the upper levels, from the stone passages that were rank with dank and damp to the floors above, kept clean with regular dusting and great effort. The wood-paneled floors were all but frictionless, leaving him clutching at the ground with his claws to keep from falling over. The servants chuckled up their sleeves at his difficulty, but showed no fear when he bared his teeth.

They led him through the ancient halls of the castle, past doors of paper and wood, to a different chamber of stone, older and sturdier than the rest. The paper door slid to the side, revealing a hot spring, and they pushed him forward. He stumbled over the edge of the room, nearly falling into the water.

Then, the white fox pushed him, and fall he did. The water splashed around him, the heat surging through his bones in a way that he had all but forgotten during his time in the dungeon, and he surfaced slowly, taking his time to glare at the assembled servants.

Still, they showed no fear. The white fox clapped his hands.

"Bathe him, and prepare him for Lord Manaki."

Judas had always been a traveler, not one for attendants or servants. There had never been need of them as he walked through the wild lands and made his way through cities. They were bothers, little more than a source of amusement before he tired of them and left them behind. They were annoyances, things to take care of and feed before they were too weak to move on.

And yet, he was forced to be attended to, now. Their hands were all over him, carrying brushes and rags, using the water to scrub him down. Old sweat, traces of oil, and more were dragged from his fur as they washed him down, and the soft scent of lavender and other soothing sweet things were poured over him to replace them. The loss of the wilderness, the 'civilizing' of his body, was hardly something that he was keen to embrace.

But embrace it he did, though not of his own free will. The foxes forced it on him, and he stewed in the hot water in more ways than one.

"He is certainly attractive enough under all this mess," one fox said.

"Do not let the lord hear you saying that. He intends to take this one as his property, if he fits the lord's standards."

"I half-hope he doesn't. A chained demon may be most amusing."

"You would lower yourself to be with a cat?"

"I would have to ignore that, of course, but there is the amusement of the demon half."

"Ha! I would not be so brave."

"The lord may be."

"The lord may be. We shall see."

So, it was to be something like that, was it? To be the sexual amusement of a greater male, in that case? He narrowed his eyes, staring down at his reflection and shaking his head slowly.

I am no toy...I will not become someone's toy.

He would take his chance when it came. Some soft lord would mean nothing to him. He could escape that without even trying.

The brushes became more numerous, his white fur more vibrant the more that it was scrubbed and groomed. There was little to be hidden there, anymore, and they worked from the top of his head down to his sheath, scrubbing and grooming him such as he hadn't been cleaned in over a year.

By the time that they lifted him from the water, working their way down his legs, he shone almost like the sun. He would have blinded them, were the light not so dim. He shook his head, looking up at the white fox.

"Am I to your satisfaction yet?" he asked.

"Not yet. You must still be marked."

"Marked? You would presume greatly to do that."

"We do as our master asks, demon."

The white fox snapped his fingers, and one of the red foxes rushed forward, bearing what looked almost like a bracelet in hand. It wasn't until the fox was nearer, sliding between his legs, that the demon realized that it was something far more intimate than that.

"What is the meaning of this?!"

He stirred from the water, standing up for but a moment before the foxes pulled him back down. The loss of his strength from the holy seals on his chains was never more prominent than that moment, and his face burned in rage and humiliation.

"What is the meaning of this?" he growled.

"This is the mark of a servant, a reminder of your place," the white fox said as the red fox started to fondle him, running soft fingers along the demon's sac and sheath. The latter was pulled down, pointed toward the ring itself, while the former were already being pulled through the band, dangled through it. "To be under the Lord Manaki is to wear this. It is required of you, demon."

"..."

"And you will be returned to your cell if you refuse to wear it."

"...Fine."

"Apply it."

The red fox nodded, slowly pulling it down and past the cat's sheath. The feeling of the firm band rubbing along the top of the furred bit of skin was just enough to drag the tip of his shaft free, something that left him tingling just a bit at the feeling of being exposed. But...there was more to it than that.

Even as it pulled his package forward, even as it dragged his sac out to be on display more than usual and his sheath likewise, he could feel a tingle not dissimilar from his own powers. There was magic in the ring, he realized, powerful magic that was not of the same sort that mortals used.

There was another demon in the castle, and a powerful one, at that.

Judas gritted his teeth as he felt the magic sinking into his crotch, drawing his shaft from its sheath in a way that was both arousing and nearly painful at the same time. As if some invisible hand had crept into his sheath, it seized hold of his member and dragged it free, forcing him to display himself before all the other servants. The foxes watched him with a smile on their faces, almost sneering at his misfortune, and he wished them all the worst for seeing him like this.

Finally, he was cleaned to their satisfaction, and then allowed to his feet. The tightness of the ring around his shaft meant that he couldn't stop thinking about it, and that in turn meant that he could not go soft. The throbbing, bobbing feeling between his legs refused to go away as they dragged him through the castle, not allowing him even the scant covering of his loincloth anymore.

As they walked through the great halls of the ancient structure, they passed other servants, other vulpines that were more than willing to take a glance at him and enjoy the view. Many of them stared at his other end, and he did his best to keep his tail down, but there were times that the servants took offense to that and forced him to lift it instead. The feeling of so many eyes on his naked body was new, and he did not know what to think. Other than humiliation, arousal forced its way into his mind, and he did his best to fight that. Humiliation could be countered with anger; he did not know what to do with arousal.

Thankfully, it did not take long to reach the quarters of the Lord Manaki. The other foxes stopped at the door, leaving him alone with the white fox. The servant master turned to him, narrowing his eyes.

"The Lord Manaki has told me to allow you to speak with him alone," the fox said.

"Hmmph."

"You will be on your best behavior."

"You think that you can tell me what to do?"

"I think that you had best believe that you should behave well. It is the lord's judgment that will save you from an eternity in the cells."

"..."

"You will see the light of day if you please him. If you treat him with disdain, if you displease him, he will allow the priests to do as they will to you. Only his hand has stayed their banishing powers."

Judas had wondered why he had been merely restricted to a cell rather than banished from the land. Now, he had his answer. This 'lord' was not merely his host, but his rescuer, for some reason that currently escaped him. He wondered if he would find the answer tonight, when they spoke.

The white fox turned to the door, knocking on it twice. A faint voice answered, just out of the cat's hearing, and the servant opened it a crack, poking his head inside.

"The demon has been brought to you, my Lord."

"Allow him in, then. I will see him."

The Lord Manaki sounded...soft, for lack of a better term. There was a depth to his voice, for certain, but he had that sort of mellow sound that the cat associated with fat merchants that had little better to do with their lives than count coin. He doubted that this would be a problem for him.

And once I am alone...

He felt the ring twitch and tighten slightly around his shaft, almost as if to remind him that it was there. He did his best to put that from his mind, shaking his head as the white fox turned back to him. That narrow-eyed glare returned as the servant held the door for him, nodding him inside.

"Go."

"...Hmmph."

He stepped around the fox, walking through the doorway only to find himself faced with a room nearly as opulent as the man that owned it. The wooden paneling on all the walls were chased with gold, painted in streaks of copper and golden tones that detailed great feats of the line. There were foxes and cats alike portrayed on the walls, and the light that glimmered from the high windows painted a reflection that ran across the floor. The details would shine and shimmer with life as they danced across the ground over the course of the day, almost like a slow-told story that changed by the hour.

Such wealth would have been powerful enough, but then there was the man that owned it all. Seated on the throne just a dozen feet away on a raised dais was a hybrid. Not merely a hybrid of fox and cat - though that was startling enough - but a hybrid of mortal and demon, as well.

Judas's hackles went up almost instantly, and the Lord Manaki chuckled softly, his eyes slowly filtering from a soft blue to a deep red, just as dark and demonic as the cat's own. He leaned forward, folding his hands under his chin.

"Well, well, well. It's good to see you face to face, finally."

"You...you're the one that owns this castle?"

"Of course. I am Lord Manaki, am I not?"

"Or you have possessed him."

"Hmm, either way, I have ownership of all you see, but I am the Lord Manaki, regardless."

"Then you can release me."

"What, merely because we are both demons? I think not."

Judas growled under his breath, but the hybrid said nothing. Instead, the purple-robed figure leaned back, multiple tails sliding out from behind his back and adorning the throne with further grace as he spoke.

"No, no, I have kept you for a bit of amusement. There is little to be gained from allowing a priest to banish you. But to keep you? Why, that would give me far more entertainment."

"You betray your own blood."

"Do I? Do I really? I don't think I do. Nobility is satisfied by ruling my subjects. My demonic half is satisfied by showing my dominance. Truly, there is little more to be gained or honored."

"You should stand with those like you."

"I am split in twain, wildling. I may choose where I stand. And I choose to stand above the lot of you." Lord Manaki smiled. "Now...let me see you. Come closer."

He gritted his teeth, feeling the urge to run, but there was power here. Great power, too, despite the fact that Lord Manaki was a hybrid rather than a full demon. Someone had taught him, or he had taught himself, but there was a manifestation of greater power than any save the old lords here. The hybrid had learned how to use it, harness it, and he put it to great effect here.

Judas had no chance of escape. Not in the presence of someone like this.

So, instead, he bowed his head tentatively, and slowly moved forward. He would have to take a different tack.

Stopped with a gesture six feet away, he turned slowly on the spot. Lord Manaki's eyes traveled up and down his body, and he knew that he would...be put through indignities under this half-breed. He growled under his breath, looking away as best he could, trying not to think about what his future held.

"Raise your tail."

Another growl, barely stifled, preceded the motion. He dragged his tail up, and he could feel the eyes on his rump. Shapely as it was, lithe as the rest of him, he knew that it had attracted attention before. Great ogres had chased him in the past, eager for the very thing that this lord would doubtlessly try and claim for free.

Lord Manaki chuckled. He was allowed to put his tail back down as he turned.

"Hmmm, certainly satisfying to look at, though you are quite...small."

"I am hardly that," he grunted, nodding down to his shaft. "This rod has broken many a man."

"I'm sure. I'm sure. It is, what, seven inches?"

"Seven and three quarters."

"Ah, I see, I see."

And a proud rod it was, too, something that stood tall and proud, something that had been the eye-catcher even for those that preferred to look at his rump. The tip was dotted with barbs, and the whole thing throbbed with demonic power and life. He thrust his hips forward, trying not to let it look as defensive as he was afraid that it did.

"Look. I am more than enough."

"You are...something. But this..."

The hybrid stood up to take off his robe, and finally, Judas realized the true size of the man that ruled these lands. Lord Manaki was not merely tall, but gigantic, standing nearly eight feet tall to his five-foot-seven. The multi-tailed hybrid loomed over the rest of the room, his presence impossible to ignore.

And then he split his robe, and he revealed a shaft that was nearly a foot long, something that stood out and nearly burnt the eye for those that knew how to see the aura of demons. Judas stared, his mouth agape, and then -

Then the scent hit him. Not hard, not brutally, as if he had been brought before the great unwashed, but rather with the potent scent of those that served in the bedchambers of power. He smelled the manhood, the sex, the warmth that came from that place of the body, and it struck a chord in him.

All demons had power over the base instincts of others, but it was a rare demon whose mere scent could move another...and Judas could feel himself being moved. Even as Lord Manaki sat down again, the cat demon had taken a step forward, his eyes wide, his hand outstretched. He stopped himself, only for the hybrid to chuckle.

"Come forward, little demon."

"You..."

"I hold your fate in my hand. While it would certainly be less amusing to hand you to the priests, it is still well within my power. Come to me, lest I think it the better option."

To be banished was still a possibility. To serve was a horror, but it had the possibility of survival, and eventually, escape. He had to give in, at least for now.

Another step, then another, each one making him all too aware of an arousal that was not his own forcing his rod hard and firm. He groaned as he felt his shaft twitching, throbbing with a stiffness completely unfamiliar to him. One step, another, and another, until he stood before the throne. Even standing while the lord sat, he was barely tall enough to meet the other man's eyes, let alone loom over him.

"Kneel."

He went to his knees, narrowing his eyes as he stared at that shaft. He could feel his lust burning brighter and hotter with each breath he took, the musk from the other male's manhood rushing through him and setting fire to his needs. He could see it bobbing before him, watched as the first hint of pre-cum started to flow from the tip down the bulging underside. Soft barbs along the tip betrayed the feline heritage that was otherwise mostly hidden - save for the ears - and he shivered as he looked up.

"You will please me," Lord Manaki said.

"Or..."

"Or you will be cast out. But you do not want to disappoint me, do you?"

"..."

"Oh, little one. Are you so stubborn?"

"No...nor am I little."

"I feel... you are."

He gasped as he felt the soft touch of a furred toe just under his sac, and he looked down to see that the lord of the castle had brought his foot up. Two toes fanned out, trapping the base of his shaft between them, stroking from his sheath all the way to the tip of his member, and then trapping the barbs between the digits as he stroked back down. All the way down. Torturously, slowly down. The ring made it all the more pleasurable, and he was panting, gasping, and breathing in more and more of that heated scent.

Every time he breathed in, he felt it that much easier to justify where he was, how much he wanted to do this. It didn't matter that he would be giving in and humiliating himself, as long as he got what he needed, after all. The lord of the castle could not be vigilant all the time, and the more that he gave in, the easier it would be to eventually escape.

Judas gritted his teeth, the arousal forced through him not quite enough to extinguish the embarrassment of kneeling before the larger hybrid. He glanced up, trying to find the gumption to say something, to muster some sort of response, but the toes that slowly pulled up and down his shaft, the teasing of pleasure through his own denial...

Denial.

How long...how long will I wear this ring? he wondered. How long will I be forced to wait for any sort of satisfaction?

There was no clear answer, and he doubted that he was going to get one. Not from the servants, and not from their master.

However, there was a clear task for him, particularly with the hand on the back of his head now guiding him forward, bumping his nose against the tapered, yet barbed, shaft before him. He felt the soft bumps against his lips, smelled the warm, salty, almost bitter scent attached to the shaft. He could not breathe without smelling it, without tasting it even without it being in his mouth.

"Please me, little one."

The word 'little' was accompanied by a soft push against his crotch, a reminder that his own shaft barely covered a portion of Lord Manaki's sole, while that shaft...that shaft would do far more. He swallowed hard, fear fading in the face of this...this humiliation...

And this arousal. It could not be denied, not any longer. He groaned as he felt it throbbing between his legs, begging for more attention than a foot, but he knew that wouldn't come until he delivered on his side of things. So, he finally opened his mouth, dragging the shaft past his lips and feeling it rubbing along his tongue.

It was smooth, mostly, save for the barbed head. Even that did not ache the way that he knew it could in a hole, as the barbs were small enough to not bother his tongue. His throat, on the other hand -

"Gulk."

He gagged as it went too far back, struggling to pull off, but the lord kept him there, the hybrid holding him for nearly five seconds before he was allowed to pull back. Even then, he could not pull off it entirely, forced to hold it in his mouth. As it oozed over his tongue, he felt the ache in his throat, not quite sore, but tender from the barbs raking over it. He swallowed, clearing his mouth of the latest mouthful of pre-cum, only to feel more flooding in, covering his tongue, soaking into his teeth and cheeks, almost rising into the roof of his mouth where he could not help but smell it with every breath.

It was torment, and it was...it was...

It was hard to think. His shaft throbbed harder than ever, his hips twitching to thrust against those slow-stroking toes, trying to get more from this lord than he was giving. He barely got it for a half-second before those toes clenched tight around the base of his shaft, Lord Manaki looking down at him while leaning his chin on one fist.

"Come now...you can do more than that..."

"Mmmph..."

"Take more, little one...and show me how much you appreciate this little offer of 'freedom.'"

He had little choice, or so he told himself. Once more, Judas took the lord's shaft into his mouth, feeling it pressing down on his tongue and trapping it in place. The powerful pressure it exerted, the way that it made it impossible for him to think of anything but what he was doing, was just one more way that the lord exerted his power over him. The hybrid had him pinned, and he...

He was forced to take it...

Made to take it...

Or...

No, the hand was no longer pushing him along, no longer forcing him to go all the way down with each bob of his head. He was doing that himself, he realized, and he blushed as he realized how far he had gone. How far he had fallen. He wanted...

Or...was it needed?

His humiliation burned in him, and he closed his eyes, trying not to think of how hard he was, or how wet the toes that stroked him had become. They were drenched, he realized, drenched in all that he had dripped in such a short time. He was...he was falling...falling further and further into...

Suck, swallow, suck, swallow. It was easier not to think, to focus on the action, instead. To focus on the sucking, the swallowing, rather than the flavor of what he was forcing down his throat.

The rasping feeling of the barbs continued to drag at his neck, making him feel the red rawness that it left behind. Not pain, never pain, but always that marking feeling, that reminder of just what he was touching. Someone else that could have let him go, but chose not to. Another demon, overpowering him.

Another male, using him.

And him, letting himself be used.

His head spun as he went all the way down again, the other male's sac pressed to his chin, his nose buried in the fur there. It was thick with the heated smell that he had been inhaling for the last few minutes, and he breathed it in slowly. It helped him, he realized, helped him feel just need, just desire, rather than the breaking, shattering feeling that was in the very back of his mind. It was better that way. No thoughts, just action. No thoughts, just the shaft that was buried in the back of his throat.

He pulled up slowly, taking his time to go back to the tip, running his tongue properly along the underside as he had made companions do to him in the past. It was...it was easy, to give in. Too easy.

But could he stop? No, he could not. He went back down again, sucking the whole thing into his throat, swallowing hard. He gagged slightly, but not as much as he had the first time, not even as much as he had before. Up, back, swallow, licking the head and around the little leaking spot again, before going down once more. No gagging, this time. No gagging, just slow swallowing, his head going light and spinning from the thick scent, the warming, head-hazing feeling that ran through him.

He could not decide what to focus on. The hands on his head, both of them helping him as he started to go limp? The feeling of that thick shaft pushed so far back in his throat, gagging him when he took his thoughts somewhere else? The feeling of those soft toes, stroking along his rod, pulling at him, pulling him closer and closer to that climax while denying it every time?

It was impossible to pick, so he just wandered, flitting from thought to thought as his mouth was put to use for the lord before him. The great Manaki. The powerful hybrid. The regal demon of cat and fox.

The tails pulled themselves around him, too, guiding him closer, pushing him down until he took the whole thing up to the hilt and then stayed there. Somehow, he managed to breathe around it, taking the whole thing and just holding it in his throat. It was good. It felt good. It tasted good, now. His eyes were half-closed, and he realized that the chains had fallen sometime in the past.

What...how...

It didn't matter. His eyes slowly rolled back, the tails replacing the hands on his head, almost stroking his face as he bobbed, bobbed and bobbed some more, drunk on the scent, his eyes rolled back, his heart slowing down from sheer relaxation. He faced the lord with no more resistance, only arousal as the hybrid smiled back at him, grunting from time to time as the seconds wore on.

Then, suddenly, there was a louder grunt, and then the spilling of seed began. He felt the heat in the back of his throat, and something there, some spell, perhaps, forced him to feel a feeling similar. Not an orgasm, for his sac did not rise nor did his shaft shoot, but he still felt mind-blowing pleasure, his head rolling back, his throat barely remembering to swallow around the member in his mouth.

Slowly, the lord pulled back, and Judas slumped over, hitting the floor with a dull thud. His eyes were still barely half-open as he caught his breath, the taste and scent of seed strong with every breath. Lord Manaki rose from his throat, a massive male that looked down at him with eyes that were pitying and amused.

"You will be a good servant, if you are so easily broken," the white-furred, red-striped lord said, chuckling as he laid one foot on the cat's head. "You will amuse me for many days to come, I am sure."

"Nnnngh..."

"Sleep, little demon. Sleep."

And with the pressure on his head and the words echoing in his ears, the tingling power in that load of seed dragged him down to the deep dark, where sleep waited with chains that not even he could escape.

The End

Summary: A demon cat has been captured and held in a palace of foxes. He is offered a chance to avoid banishment, and takes it, heedless of the consequences.

Tags: M/M, Oral, Blowjob, Service, Submission, Demon, Cat, Fox, Kitsune, Hybrid, Cock Ring, Edging, Foot Fetish, Footjob, Forced Erection, Chastity, Orgasm, Cum, Deepthroat, Fantasy, Speciesism,