A Thin Place.

Chapter 1. Summoning.

Lord Eschaton of Wolfsbridge accompanied me, as usual. It’s a somewhat pretentious name for an Alaskan Malamute. The title was bestowed him from a breeder of champion canines. I called the dog ‘Eski’ for short. He’d been my companion and my lover for many years. Like all Malamutes he’s a complete bastard. But I love him dearly.

We made our way to an unremarkable and sparsely wooded patch of land near the border of a neighbouring kingdom. Crisis was building between the two principalities. High-level diplomats and Augers were attempting to avert a war through negotiation. But unrest had fomented amongst the two populations and conflict was becoming inevitable. Yet there appeared to be no actual motivations for the discord. Some outside influence was provoking the nations to hostilities. Two armies had massed and the region teetered on the brink of war.

As Master Demonologist I was mandated to investigate possible demonic influences responsible for the building tensions. Eski and I followed a wending trail charred with indistinct hints of corruption. We arrived, as best I could determine, at the centre of the emanations. But there was no locus, no manifestation of demonic incursion. I had expected to discover some middling-level demon wreaking mischief from a botched summoning.

Some higher-level castings were required to investigate other possibilities. From the saddle-bags carried by my dog I assembled arcane equipment. Firstly I performed a ceremony to cast a wide-area spell to stress the weave of reality. I had begun to suspect there wasn’t a specific malevolent entity involved in the political crisis. The spell tugging at the threads of the world confirmed my suspicions. We were at a Thin Place.

There are two main realms making up our world. In the realm of Demons corrupt beings of immense power cavort and have a good time. In the realm of the reality you and I inhabit people, animals, trees go about their generally miserable lives. The two realms ebb and flow with tidal forces. Occasionally Demons make incursions into the human realm. Typically the incursions are the result of humans screwing up the summoning of a Demon. We Demonologists are tasked with cleaning up the often literal mess. Rarely a human will venture into the realm of Demons - those expeditions are generally short-lived.

But this was not a Demonic incursion. This was a Thin Place – a place where the interface between the two realms had frayed. The spell of stress highlighted how tenuous the boundary had become. Corruption was seeping through the tattered fabric into this world. The malign infection manifested as a xenophobic hatred intensifying in the people of two kingdoms.

I needed to understand the cause of the thinning. Generally the walls separating the two realms are sturdy, needing powerful magicks to circumvent. Summoning spells are difficult and arduous. Some past cataclysm had fatigued the structure of reality.

A ceremony of past augury revealed centuries of wars and conflict. We stood at the centre of an ancient killing field. Untold thousands of lives had ended in terrified agony on this ground. Layer upon layer of bones and blood became the foundations on which more wars were fought. Each war fatigued the weave separating the realms, leading to more leaked corruption, leading to more war. This place would cascade into a major cataclysm.

Inverting the augury created a future viewpoint where I could assess the danger to the realms. Gruesome scenes unwound before me: in a day the two armies would converge on this field. Twenty thousand lives would bleed out, staining the soil. The holocaust would finally sunder the weakened threads of reality. A dark rift would spew forth corruption, molten rock, and vile gasses. Untold thousands of lives would be destroyed. For many leagues in all directions the realms would be scarred and uninhabitable for generations. The wound to reality may take centuries to heal.

I stumbled away, shielding my eyes from the visions. This was bad. This was very bad. A day – a single day... Assembling a cadre of Mages and Druids to reinforce this thinning could take weeks.

No, whatever was to be done would be done now. As the only adept in magicks within a dozen leagues it was my responsibility to, at the least, belay the cataclysm. I would try to defer Armageddon until a battalion of Druids could enact a permanent mending.

Of course, the Druids would be standing on the smoking ashes of my corpse as they chanted.

I was under no illusion – a magical detonation of huge proportion over so wide an area would be fatal to me. I would be a conduit for unimaginable energies which would flay my soul and rend my flesh. One life to save thousands seemed a fair exchange. I hoped Eski would survive.

Dear reader: Before you admonish me for endangering my dog let me describe the measures I have put in place to ensure his protection. Lord Eschaton of Wolfsbridge wears his nametag on a glowing collar forged with Nether-weave. I’d commissioned the skills of an Artificer Mage. Together we etched with fire one thousand symbols of fortification. Sigils intertwined to form a cascading chain of spells. At the cost of a year of my life (truly, a chunk of my lifespan was excised and infused into the band) we engineered a collar which monitored whether Eski was distressed or harmed. Protection spells would envelope the dog, healing spells would trigger. At the same time Eski would be teleported instantaneously to a place of safety. The collar was incorruptible, irremovable, finely attuned to Eski. In all the world there were no Kings or Archmages more protected than my dog.

Twice the collar had been activated to transport Eski away to safety. The first activation occurred when a novice summoner had allowed a Ghast to slip through imperfect defences. The monster launched venom and razor claws at Eski. The startled dog vanished leaving the Ghast to impact with the wall. The second activation of the protection collar happened when I tried to trim the Malamute’s toenails. As soon as I reached for his claws Eski screamed and disappeared. You never touch a Malamute’s paws. It’s torture – the worst thing imaginable. Or so they’d have you believe.

So while I needed Eski’s help with the Sealing, I hoped only my life was being sacrificed. I trusted the dog would be whisked ten miles away to the safe destination where I’d nominated the tavern at the last hamlet we’d traversed.

In preparation for the spell of Sealing I drank every potion of mana, ate the entire stash of herbs of sustaining. I fed Eski all the power-infused snacks we carried. Prior to detonating the spell there would need to be a phenomenal accumulation of energy. One of the most potent sources of magicka comes from sexual release. All people expel magical power during orgasm. The talent of spell-casters lies in harvesting and channelling that energy.

Yet we would be insufficient. We could fuck our brains out and still fall short of the necessary volume of energy required for the massive Seal. There would need to be… an assistant, a conduit. A Demon.

For the ritual of building power Eski would be a source and I would become a condenser. It would be an arduous experience for us both. I hugged him and kissed his nose. With tinted unguents I scribed a Glyph of ‘Source’ on the dog’s flank. Other runes and glyphs augmented the many sigils of power tattooed into the skin beneath Eski’s fur. Chains of triggers and delaying spells wove the symbols of power into a slow cascade that would sustain us through the ordeal.

Eski was enthusiastic for the summoning. He has learned a ‘Source’ glyph means he’s going to get plenty of sex. As I removed my robes he became more excited – barely restraining himself from leaping forward to claim my body. I packed my robes into the dog’s saddlebags before hiding the satchels in nearby shrubbery.

I stood naked beside my dog surrounded by a large ring of magical symbols. A smaller circle of beckoning lay before us. I chanted the Mantras of Summoning. My flesh tingled with building imperatives. “Micharosyne, I summon you to request a boon!”

Air shimmered with gusts of brimstone as a demonic figure rose from the circle. He was beautiful in his naked malevolence. The demon’s flesh was deep red like burnished rosewood. His torso and arms were somewhat human-like in their muscular build. Embers regarded me from a demonic face. Goat horns framed his pointed ears and the creature towered on goat legs.

A voice of grinding rocks boomed though his fanged mouth, “WHO DARES SUMMON MICHAR… oh it’s you.” The demon snared at me, but I glimpsed fear momentarily betrayed in his eyes. “What do you want, Pigsblood?”

The demons had given me a nickname. The implication was my father had fucked a sow, and I was farrowed in a litter of piglets. It was insulting to my father, my mother, my siblings and to me. However as I never knew my parents, had no brothers or sisters I was aware of, and I’d fucked more than a few pigs it was hardly the insult the demons intended. I thought it was kind-of cute I was infamous enough in Demon society to deserve a nickname.

“Mikey! It’s great to see you again, too.” I grinned and spread my arms in welcome. Of course, standing naked before the Demon my body displayed the intricate tapestry of runes and sigils etched into my flesh. My body was inked with laceworks of protections and power. “All I want is your favour.”

“Get to the point, Pigsblood.” But the Demon’s interest was piqued. He was subtly testing for shackles of power, parameters of restraint. Finding none, discovering he was standing unfettered must have intrigued the beast. The nature of relationship between Demonologist and Demon is conflict. We are adversaries in a cold-war over human souls. Yet here one of the most respected Master Demonologists (I’m not merely bragging!) had summoned an unbound Demon. Moreover the circle of protection in which we were standing wasn’t to protect me from the Demon. Instead the circle was to protect the Demon from assail by the human realm.

Our world is inimical to demons. Their power bleeds out in painful waves. It hurts them. If you’ve wondered why demons are so pissed-off when they’re summoned it’s because they dislike being in agony while you channel their suffering for your selfish ends. You wanted your penis larger so you tormented a powerful creature - you shouldn’t be surprised when the monster shatters your defences and shoves a bigger cock right up your arse. It also oftentimes means the task of dispelling a summoning-gone-wrong can be as simple as convincing an angry Demon his return to the Demon Realm would end his agony.

Micharosyne was profoundly suspicions – there had to be a significant catch. Why was a summoner concerned about the welfare of a demon?

Binding a demon is confrontational. You’re forcing another sentient creature to do your bidding. They’re definitely unwilling, probably annoyed. It’s a struggle of wills demanding power and control. Conversely, requesting a Boon from a Demon is more equitable. It’s a contract, usually mutually beneficial. You’re offering a reward for service. It’s true, the demon will still find some way to fuck you over. But the nature of the contract is respect and supplication rather than demands and compunction. Boons can induce substantia benefits through cooperation but the cost – the payment – can be steep.

“I request interaction with your Micharosyne-chur aspect. This is …” I began.

The demon’s booming laugh interrupted me, “You want to be fucked by a tentacle monster? Pigsblood, is your dog no longer satisfying? Have you come upon such desperate times no-one will touch your tiny manhood?” The Demon grabbed his balls in his fist and waved his serrated penis toward Eski, “Does your dog crave Demon flesh?”

“Monster, hold!” I commanded. “This is a Thin Place moments away from rupture.” I spoke a Truth – the Glyph hung above us, heavy with implication.

The monster drew back, cowed. Momentarily the coals of his eyes faded as he sampled the currents of reality. He returned, shaken. “Master Summoner, I apologize. Yes, I understand. What is your proposal?”

“For six hours your ‘chur aspect will be conduit between myself and the dog. You will strive to draw forth as much magicka as possible from our conjoining but you will take none for yourself. I will focus the energies. At the end of six hours I will detonate a Glyph of Sealing. This should be sufficient to reinforce the Thin Place until other Adepts can implement a permanent restoration.”

The Demon considered, “And in payment, what do you offer?”

I winced. “My soul.”

Micharosyne raised an eyebrow, “That’s… quite the reward. And so glibly spoken.” Again his eyes dimmed as he tasted the future, “… but I think you may be cheating me of payment. The detonation is certain to rend you utterly from existence. I would be left with nothing to claim but ashes.” He pondered. “I have a counter-proposal: My brethren in the underworld can assist with the Seal. This cataclysm would be detrimental to both our realms. Combined, your Seal and our Binding would permanently restore the walls dividing us. Your detonation could be moderated to a slower release and you may possibly survive.”

It was a good plan. With help from below we could engineer a significantly rigorous patch on reality. And the demon was right – I may even survive! “And your payment?” I queried tentatively.

“Ah, yes. Well of course you’ll need to keep your soul,” the demon grinned, “if you survive. Consider that you’ll be using my body for six hours to build your mana. I propose, after the Sealing and if you’re still alive, I get to harvest your mana for my own use for an additional six hours.”

That would be… gruelling. Twelve hours of submitting to a tentacle monster. For the Demon it was a generous reward. Micharosyne would gain significant power – almost as much as my soul was worth. He might even be elevated from Minor Demon to Marquis. I imagined a future novice summoner would be getting quite the surprise. Expecting a discrete evening of solo tentacly fun with a Minor Demon, their entire dormitory would be roped into a prolonged orgiastic rape. It was probably important for me to update the tutorial summoning Grimoires to prevent this. And who knows… perhaps one day I would update those tomes.

“I accept.” A Glyph of Truth formed with my words. A Greater Contract unfurled with the Glyph. We were bound. Breaking a Greater Contract is one of the Very Bad Things You Should Never Do. It’s agonizingly, soul-renderingly, eternally, buggeredly bad. The Greater Powers take a very dim view of a broken Contract.

For six hours myself and Eski would submit to the ministrations of the Demon manifesting in his tentacled aspect. He would draw out and channel sexual release from Eski into myself to condense an explosive charge of power. After six hours I would detonate a Masterclass Sigil of Sealing. With help from demon hordes the seal would be absolute.

Then for an additional six hours I would submit to Micharosyne who would squeeze my essence like a lemon.

Footnotes to the Contract stipulated no corruption or harm to Eski, and no lasting damage to myself. There were conditions about the Demon being protected by the circle for the full twelve hours and blah, blah, the usual legalese. All Demons are lawyers, and all lawyers are Demons. As best I could determine the Contract was reasonable and sound and probably wouldn’t fuck me over permanently.

We signed, of course, in blood. The universe reverberated briefly as the agreement became irrevocable.

With a wink Micharosyne sank into the ground. In his place a forest of translucent ruby tentacles grew. There were many, they were thick, they writhed as they issued from the ground. Something wet on their flesh glistened in the waning evening light. I sighed in resignation while Eski ‘yaffed!’ enthusiastically at the tentacles.

A long and gruelling night stretched before us.

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Chapter 2: The First Six Hours.

Micharosyne-chur, the tentacled aspect of the Demon, was skilled in the ways of pleasuring. Thousands of encounters with novice summoners over centuries provided ample opportunity for the honing of his skills. Of course, in those encounters Micharosyne-chur was pissed-off, bleeding out power, and urgently wanting to bring the summoner to completion so the Demon could retire to his comfortable realm.

However in this encounter Micharosyne-chur was protected from the agonizing influence of the human realm inside a defensive circle. He luxuriated in being entirely focussed on extracting maximum sexual energy from two willing sources. He was also constrained to avoid provoking Eski as distress would result in the departure of the Malamute, the dissolution of the Contract, two realms being disrupted and the loss of the Demon’s advancement.

Unfortunately I wouldn’t be permitted to orgasm for the full six hours of stimulation. I was to be a vessel, the condenser of energies. For my own power amplification to be most effective the tentacles would keep me perpetually at the brink of orgasm. Only at the ultimate detonation would I at last be allowed to cum. It would be torture.

The clearing was illuminated by two circles of power glowing with cerulean emanations. Hovering above us the Masterclass Sigil of Sealing was luminescent gold. A full moon cast illumination over the perverse acts below as clearly as daylight.

I waded, naked, into the tentacles and dropped to all fours. Eski practically leapt onto my back and enthusiastically humped. The dog was highly experienced and took only a few seconds for his questing penis-bone to pierce my sphincter. At the same time the wet maw of a tentacle clamped over my cock and balls and began suckling. Other tentacles writhed over my torso – two smaller tentacles suctioned onto my nipples. There was no foreplay, no subtle build-up. The suckling around my cock brought me close to cumming. Eski’s knot inflated past my sphincter and I could feel his cum squirting into my bowels. Fire radiated out from his semen as the magical discharge infused my flesh. I was immediately overwhelmed – after less than a minute I was going to cum! I drew in a deep breath and ground my teeth together. It was important not to orgasm, but I couldn’t hold back. My abdomen tensed up, my balls pulled upward in preparation for release.

But within a hair’s breadth of my release the tentacle on my cock withdrew and the appendages playing over my torso went ice-cold. I was so close to losing control my penis jumped twice and a tiny sliver of semen oozed from the tip. The slightest breeze on my cock would have tipped me into orgasm. I hissed in combined frustration at my denied release and relief that my weakness hadn’t ruined the harvesting of energies.

Three breaths later and the tentacles around my torso warmed. The wet maw returned to suckle gently on my penis. It vacuumed away the dribble of my almost-orgasm. Another tentacle near my head thrust into my mouth. I tasted my own cum as it returned the escaped magicka for me to swallow and re-absorb.

Eski’s knot fully inflated and I knew we would be tied together for at least thirty minutes. All that while his mana would squirt into me with his semen. The sensation was profoundly intimate. He lifted one paw over my rump and manoeuvred to turn away. This was the normal mating position for canines – butt-to-butt with the dog’s penis lodged in his bitch. His knot tugged at my insides in a delicious way.

I looked over my shoulder to ensure my dog was comfortable. Translucent limbs rubbed over his body, massaging his muscles. The Malamute was panting and happy with his tail curled over his back. A tapered tentacle probed at the dog’s puckered anus. It swiped around to liberally coat the pink area with gooey slime. The tip pressed into the centre of my dog’s anus. Each time Eski’s cock throbbed inside me, his butt clenched and relaxed. And each time his anus relaxed the probing tentacle pushed forward to slowly be engulfed by the dog. I watched entranced – the tentacle pushed forward, paused, then pushed forward synchronized to the clenching ring of muscle. Inch after inch of semi-transparent organ wriggled into the dog, spreading his anus so I could see his insides. The tube of flesh thickened to three inches in diameter as it pushed deeper.

There must have been a metre of tentacle entwined through the intestines of the dog. The pulsing of Eski’s cock inside me intensified. Bulges rippled along the tentacle invading the dog’s bowels. Micharosyne was internally stimulating the Malamute through the organ’s flexing.

A bluish mist surrounded us and flowed from Eski into me. I absorbed all the liberated magical energy that leaked around his pleasure. I’d never been bred so long by the Malamute. We were tied together for a full hour. Whenever the pulsing of Eski’s cock diminished the invading tentacles flexed and bulged, spurring another volley of magical discharge. All the while I was held at the brink of cumming. Pre-semen drained freely from my cock into the suckling demon maw to be piped into my mouth.

Eventually I felt Eski’s knot deflate. The dog shuffled forward and his cock popped from my sphincter. Immediately a thick tentacle plugged my gaping anus – not one drop of the dog’s emissions could escape. Eski took a some time to lick around his sheath and receding penis, unconcerned by the mass of demon limb invading his butt.

One hour gone, and only five more to go. I could do this. My resolve was strong although I was desperate to cum.

Blue light flared as one of the Glyphs of Potency ignited on Eski’s flank. He vocalized a quiet ‘Harraf’ then humped his hips as he walked toward me, instantly horny again.

I was lifted by the mass of tentacles and rotated so I faced upwards. My limbs were restrained and stretched outward. Tendrils pillowed my head to keep me at the perfect height for the Malamute to breed my face. Eski mounted me, lifting his paws over my outstretched arms. His fuzzy chest pressed against my chest. I opened my mouth so he could thrust his cock into my throat. My lips pulled the dog’s sheath back as I swallowed his length. A vaguely metallic taste filled my mouth. As Eski humped my face his balls slapped against my nose. My tongue worked against the underside of the dog’s cock, stimulating him further. I sucked and swallowed his flesh as he pushed into my throat. My breathing became snatched gasps of air between moments when the dog’s cock blocked my oesophagus.

I struggled against the bonds holding me – I needed to keep the dog’s knot from swelling in my mouth or I’d suffocate. But Micharosyne wouldn’t relent. As the Eski’s knot grew the dog stopped thrusting. The shaft of his cock lodged in my throat, his balls were pressed against my nose and my face was buried in the fur of his belly. I was panicking, straining to free my limbs to push the dog away. My throat gagged and convulsed around the penis, but still I couldn’t draw breath.

Swarms of dark motes drew inward from the edges of my dimmed vision. This was it – this is how I would die: suffocated to death by dog-cock. A gibbering voice in my head wondered at the ballads to be sung in memory of my deeds. Yet the experience was insanely erotic. I would spatter cum as I died, and half a continent would die with me.

My cock jumped again, oozing droplets of semen. Suddenly a sting of magick burned along a symbol tattooed on my throat. Micharosyne had activated one of my Glyphs of Sustaining. Blessed oxygen flowed through my veins once again and the dark motes retreated. The recovery almost pushed me into orgasm – so very close, my balls were tensed in readiness. The demon was the consummate artist at keeping me edging near bliss – icy bonds wrapped my torso. Tears streamed from my eyes, either from the near suffocation or at not being allowed sweet release.

The knot in my mouth made my jaws ache from being held apart. I could see past the fuzzy balls resting on my nose –tentacles flexed and bulged inside the dog to siphon the magicka and prolong my torment. I realized I the dog’s abdomen was undulating against my chest. Such a great mass of tentacles were entwined around his intestines his stomach was distended. The Demon’s flesh writhing inside Eski rippled the dog’s fur against me. Every drop of essence the Malamute could produce was milked and pumped down my throat. The Glyph sustained me through an hour which seemed like two. I was unbreathing, but alive.

At last the dog’s knot receded and the demon allowed us to separate. I drew a gloriously cool draught of breath through a raw, stretched throat. Before I could even gasp a word a fat tentacle plugged my mouth. Fortunately I could still draw breath through my bruised nostrils.

I had survived two hours of this torture. My cock ached for release. Only another four hours to go. I wept silently.

Another bloated tentacle extruded from the ground and enveloped Eski’s sheath. The puffy triangular opening of the tentacle’s orifice was shaped like a bitch’s vulva. When the next Glyph of Potency flared on Eski’s flank he humped the substitute vulva as though he was breeding a bitch. It was fascinating to watch – I could clearly see through the transparent flesh as the dog’s cock lengthened. The maw around my own cock synchronized rubbing along my length to the thrusting of the dog. The tentacle in my butt thrusted at the same time. My brain, in its desperation, transposed our positions so it seemed I was watching my cock thrusting into the bitch’s vulva. And it seemed the bitch’s vulva was my butt. So it seemed as though I was watching myself as a dog fucking my own butt. I felt the vulva clench around the base of the dog’s knot. I watched streams of potent semen jet into the tube of flesh. Micharosyne piped the dog’s semen directly into my butt so I could feel the heat and essence infuse me. I felt my own cock beginning to twitch and throb as though I needed to push out the semen.

But again the monster denied my release. The suckling vulva around my cock became cold and lifeless. Small tendrils pinched skin around my groin. Instead of piping the semen to my butt the demon directed the flow into my mouth. I had to swallow the sweet-salty liquid, or drown.

Whenever my frustration at being denied orgasm impinged on my arousal Micharosyne redirected the flow of semen, and synchronized the squeezing and clenching around my cock. My perception shifted between being dog and being teased human. The monster drained my dog to his limit for another full hour.

I started to lose my sense of self, adrift in a constant wash of erotic stimulation.

I remember Micharosyne allowing me to mount and fuck my dog. Perhaps the sucking vulva had lost effectiveness. The long tentacle snaked out of my dog’s bowels. Eski was lost in his own orgasm with a bulging sack massaging his knot. I pounced on the dog and thrust my cock into his gaping hole. He was so stretched out from the fist-sized tentacles his anus was barely any stimulation for me. But it didn’t matter – I humped him like a horny stud. At last I was going to cum. I was going to pump my seed into the dog and To Hell with the people who would die when the Thin Place ruptured. I was panting and weeping and my orgasm built. When it seemed the world was lost, when my orgasm was inevitable the unthinkable happened. A thousand cold, prickled vines whipped around my body and hauled me back from the dog. Flat paddles of flesh slapped my face. I screamed in frustration, “No!”

But I was again kept the merest fraction away from blowing away the lives of thousands of people. The bloated sack glowing indigo with power withdrew from the Malamute’s depleted cock. The sack manoeuvred behind me and the bulge, as large as an aubergine, forced past my sphincter. I drew a sharp breath at the unexpected diameter larger than the Malamute’s knot. The bulge deflated and hot mana poured through me.

I was butt-fucked and face-fucked. I drank dog semen orally and anally. Mana flowed into me, flowed through me. I was not allowed to cum.

After five hours of teasing I was a weeping, incoherent mess. I was openly crying with frustration in my desperation to orgasm. My balls ached as though I’d been kicked by a mule’s hoof. My teeth hurt from grinding molars together. I babbled, begging Micharosyne to let me cum. I would do anything, promise anything, just please release my torture.

Micharosyne’s laugh reverberated, “Tell me, Pigsblood… Will you swear fealty to me for all time and worship me? Just say ‘Yes’ and I will gift you the orgasm you desperately need.”

“Yes! I’m begging, let me cum! Oh Gods, Yes!” my brain screamed. But a powerful Ward against compunction flared on my shoulder. My mouth uttered, “No.” In disbelief at my own words, I broke into shuddering crying. I couldn’t even free myself from this torment.

“Ha! I had to try.” The demon was unperturbed. “Just one more hour of denying your pleasure remains.”

An hour. A year. A lifetime. An eternity of wailing torment. The virtuoso played my body, keeping me as close to cumming as inhumanly possible. At times when a single misplaced gust of air could have toppled me into release, stimulation retreated the merest fraction. At other instances when sanity threatened to bubble to the surface of my awareness the Demon would intensify stroking around my penis, or the thick tentacles raping my butt would flex against my prostate. The river of leaked pre-semen draining from my cock was immediately siphoned into my mouth – not one drop of essence could be wasted. My limbs were restrained by unbreakable ropes or I would have grabbed my penis and masturbated to my own screams.

Electricity crackled in arcs over my body. Every hair on my head fanned outward trying to escape my skull.

I was gone. I was reduced to a crying, squirming, mindless creature of lust. Time lost meaning. There was only overwhelming desperation. A suckling orifice on my penis synchronized to the thick appendage in my butt, writhing along my entire intestines. Tentacles at my mouth occasionally thrust down my throat and dumped yet another load of Eski’s semen mixed with my own prostate fluids. Magicka flowed into me from both ends. My skin felt taught, straining to contain the powers bloating me as though my flesh could explode from my bones.

At the last, when I was beyond human endurance, the tentacles lifted me upwards to the golden sigil floating above. I was insensate, writhing, swollen with power and desperation. Micharosyne held me in extremis. The demon enveloped Eski and raised him to me. I was face up, with my legs drawn upward and back. The demon manipulated the dog over my hips and positioned Eski’s cock in front of my anus. There was already a thick tentacle stretching me out, but that didn’t prevent the Malamute from fucking me missionary position. The tentacle invading my rectum softened to allow the dog’s cock to impale me as well. Eski was not gentle as he fucked me, but I was barely aware of his existence. The false vulva had withdrawn so my exposed cock rubbed against the chest fur of my dog. A thin demonic tendril wrapped around the shaft of my cock, stroking but leaving the head exposed. Another vine entwined my scrotum and tugged until my straining balls made the sack shiny and taut.

Eski tied with me once more and the eruption of his essence seared my colon. My anus was stretched around the Malamute’s knot as well as the thick tentacle penetrating my bowels. Deep thrumming began somewhere in my intestines. The flesh inside me undulated and bulged. My prostate was pounded by knot and tentacle combined. My entire being vibrated with stimulation.

My body convulsed - I screamed as argent conflagration burst from my penis. I felt I was pushing my soul out through my genitals. White hot semen spurted from my abused cock. The ropes around my aching balls tightened so the pain amplified my orgasm. My ejaculate never touched my chest – instead it vaporized into pearlescent mist. Clouds of steaming magicka whirled into the growing Sigil. We were surrounded by lightning discharges of energy.

In anticipation of my having some difficulty focussing on the intricacies of performing the Seal whilst cumming my brains out, I’d pre-prepared the spell. The detonation of power triggered a symbol which cascaded into the blanket Masterclass Sigil of Sealing. Incandescence coruscated over my flesh. The maelstrom of energies whipped away my insensate cries. I was no longer a sentient creature – I was a spasming conduit, channelling unimaginable power into one single spell. Orgasm so intense it was pain wracked me. I clenched every muscle to squeeze myself like a sponge, draining semen from my balls, from my very bones. The pleasure, the pain, the fire was prolonged. It could have been a lifetime of blessed release from the hours of torment. Cramps of strained muscles squeezed my groin. There was no time, there was only bliss and discharge.

I woke to a dog’s tongue licking my face. When he saw my open eyes the Malamute’s tail propellered. He ‘yaffed’ happily at me. The air was singed and all hair had been seared from my flesh. Moving was too painful, so I lay still and tested the resonance of the world. This was no longer a Thin Place – the Seals and Binding laminated two Realms to staunch the bleeding corruption in both directions. Further afield two armies drew a heavy sigh. As though the soldiers waked from a rage, all compulsion to violence dissipated in the morning light. This day no battle would be fought – this day an armistice would be signed. Hostility evaporated. We had succeeded.

“Human, I would exact my payment.” Micharosyne towered over my supine body.

The Demon, true to our contract, had milked every possible erg of magical energy from his two victims. The wards protecting him held, so the Demon remained immune to assail from my Realm.

My voice crackled when I tried to speak. I swallowed ash and tried again, “Demon, I can barely move. Allow me a moment to recover.”

“No,” he replied as he sank into the ground.

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Chapter 3: The Second Six Hours.

I had absolutely no strength to move my limbs. I lay face up – turning my head was a heroic expenditure of reserves. I would be a ragdoll at the mercy of the Demon’s tentacles. Whether I wanted to submit was irrelevant – I was a depleted sack of aching flesh. I grimaced and awaited immersion in a thicket of tentacles.

Instead a horde of Imps clawed their way from the soil. Imps are nasty creatures - fat little demons with diminutive wings. They’re mischievous individually; collectively they’re a plague. They look like caricatures of tiny devils – hooves and pointed tails included. All were naked and obviously male. As an aspect of Micharosyne-kesh they could work cooperatively. There must have been twenty of the bright red monsters ranging in size from large dog to small tomato. They swarmed over my bare flesh like rats from the Demon realm.

“Micharosyne! I did not agree to this!” I was disgusted by the idea of Imps on my exposed body.

All the Imps paused and spoke simultaneously with one voice, “I’m afraid, Pigsblood, you did.” A clause of our contract shimmered into view, “You agreed for six hours I would use my ‘chur aspect to help you attain the necessary energy discharge, and then I would drain you for a further six hours. There’s no stipulation I should retain a tentacled aspect.” The imps giggled. Micharosyne-kesh would be my tormenter.

Fucking Demons! He was right, of course. At least my dog would be spared this ordeal.

“… and in addition your dog will be joining us.” A pudgy finger highlighted a footnote of the ‘Definition of Terms’ page, “See here when you’ve defined Lord Eschaton of Wolfsbridge along with yourself as ‘The Party’. So I regret to inform you have committed your husband as well as yourself to another six hours of sex.”

Fuck! In consolation there was virtually no energy left in either myself or Eski. It would be sparse pickings for the nasty critters. It was, however, a clever play by Micharosyne. Humiliating me, along with his part in facilitating the protection of the Demon Realm, would gain him immense stature. He may possibly be promoted to the status of a Prince. I imagined some future novice Summoner unwittingly ensnaring their entire college into a tentacle orgy. Yeah, I really should remember to advise the librarian for the Order of Demonologists.

The contract stated I would do everything in my power to facilitate the Demon’s milking of my essence. I fully expected to be - and indeed I now was - entirely depleted of magicka after the Grand Sealing. So I knew I wouldn’t be able to cast any spells of potency. Demons can’t create Glyphs or Sigils – their power is aspected differently. My Glyphs of Potency tattoos had burned away with almost all my other sigils in the detonation. Aside from a few wards I was entirely depleted and too drained to cast any spells at all. We’d used up Eski’s Glyphs earlier, putting a natural limit on how much power the Demon could harvest from us. Perhaps I hadn’t been entirely ethical when I’d agreed to the payment terms, given this would probably be ultimately fruitless milking.

One of the larger Imps dropped a tattered document beside my face. The paper was an Indulgence, signed by the Pope himself! Twelve Glyphs of Potency had been meticulously scribed into the paper. What possible favour had a tentacle Demon done for the Pope to earn such a rich reward? Twelve Glyphs of Potency, all unused. Eski pawed at the document, his tail wagged enthusiastically. Damned dog recognized the symbols. Ah well – at least I would be able to share the burden with Eski. Otherwise I would be a frayed, raw mess.

“The dog will remain unharmed. I have no argument with your husband,” the Demon offered some reassurance, “And it benefits me to safeguard him so he won’t depart.”

The Imp tore one of the Glyphs from the document and tossed it to Eski. The Malamute snapped the paper out of the air, biting through the design. Blue light flared in his muzzle and flowed over his head and body. The effect on Eski was immediate: his tail curled over his back, and he began humping his hips in the air, desperately wanting to mate with anything. The dog pounced on the largest Imp and bowled him over. Eski, the well-trained stud, quickly located his target and his penis-bone speared the fat Imp’s butt. Seconds later and the Malamute was tied and squirting into his conquest. Blue mist flowed with the semen from dog to Imp.

A smaller Imp tore another Glyph from the Indulgence. His pudgy fingers jabbed at my lips until I grudgingly opened my mouth to bite into the paper. Heat permeated me. Glyphs of Sexual Potency will unquestionably restore your ability to get an erection and achieve orgasm. Unfortunately they don’t restore your energy or relieve aching muscles. When I activated the Glyph immediately my cock stiffened. I was still unable to move any of my limbs. I lay face-up on the soil, ragingly horny but unable to do anything about it. My cock pointed at the night sky.

The Imp was the size of a fat, red badger. He crawled over my head dragging his genitals over my face and down my chest. The pointed tip of his long tongue slathered greenish goo over the head of my cock. The Imp turned, lifted his devil’s tail and aligned his butt with my penis and crawled back. With a grunt he sat down, impaling himself. For me the physical sensation was quite pleasant – his rectum was tight and stroked my length nicely. But the creature was ugly, smelled like old socks, and he spewed obscenities as he rode my cock. His fat belly jiggled – he had to use one hand to lift his rolling flesh aside to find his own penis to stroke while he rode mine. By choice I really would have preferred to be fucking a pig.

There was nothing I could do to help or hinder the Imp. His rectum stroked my cock, stimulating me into orgasm. My balls hurt – squeezing out cum was alternately pleasurable and painful. The Imp sat hard down on my pubis with my penis fully embedded in his butt. Power flowed into him. One of his hands hoisted his belly so the other could pump his cock with his fist. The tiny organ spat a greenish wad onto my stomach. The Imp giggled and slurped the goo. Then he reached back and slapped my scrotum. The jarring pain was unexpected, but my cock squeezed out more of my essence. It seemed my body could recover just enough energy for the Imps to steal it away from me.

The Imp crawled forward so my cock slipped free. The head was over-sensitive post-coital. But the Imp’s wide mouth engulfed my glans penis and he suckled like a calf. He extracted every drop of my cum while I gasped and winced with over-stimulation. Another smaller Devil, about the size of a large rat, clambered up my scrotum. The larger Imp released my cock from his mouth to allow the small Imp to push his flexible tongue into my urethra. It was a strange sensation having my urethra licked from the inside – not painful but not pleasant either. When the smaller Imp was satisfied the morsels of residual mana were swiped he grasped my penis with his small hands. He stood up and penetrated my urethra with his surprisingly long cock. The little bastard was fucking my penis. If I could have moved my arms I would have swatted the filthy creature away. But my exhausted muscles betrayed me. The devil-rat ejaculated a load of goop into my urethra while shrieking obscenities. I felt utterly violated, disgusted at such an intimate invasion. The rat-bastard flopped away and rolled off my stomach, giggling. My urethra felt scratchy and my balls ached. I was drained and limp of muscles and cock.

I glanced over at Eski. Two small Imps were braced either side of the Malamute’s rump. They used their hands to pull open the flesh of his sphincter. A third Imp wrapped his arms around the dog’s tail. The Imp slipped hooves-first into the yawning cavern of the dog’s anus. When the devil was hip-deep, he stuck. The round belly of the Imp was as big as my fist and despite wriggling and struggling the Imp remained firmly lodged. The largest Imp of the troupe approached and wrapped his hand around the head of the smaller creature. With a shove the small Imp popped past the sphincter of my dog. Eski yipped, but the whine turned into a groan of pleasure. The largest Imp continued to push the struggling smaller Imp. The large creature’s arm buried up to the elbow in my dog’s bowels. Eski remained tied with the Imp beneath him. The dog’s eyes were half-closed in pleasure, and saliva dibbled from his lolling tongue. He seemed happy enough. Probably the stimulation of the Imps at his rear was keeping the dog cumming hard. Power flowed.

A slap against my bruised nose brought my attention to the Imp waving another Glyph at my face. I sighed and bit through the design. Contractually I was obliged to assist Micharosyne-kesh any way I could. Heat flowed directly from my mouth to my groin. My cock pointed at the night sky.

A flock of devils latched onto my arms and legs. Although their wings were comparatively small, they were creatures of Demonic power. I was lifted and positioned behind my dog. The largest Imp withdrew his arm from Eski’s bowels and the devils manoeuvred my body. My head lolled forward, too heavy for my weakened state. I watched as my cock was pushed forward into my dog’s arse, still spread open by four demonic hands. They shoved me until my cock sank full depth in the dog. Then they lifted my balls and pushed them too into the open cavern of the dog’s rectum. The two Imps released my dog’s sphincter and his muscles closed around my cock and balls. My genitals were completely inside the dog and being lightly squeezed. It was a novel sensation. Then I felt a mouth clamp over the head of my cock inside the dog’s bowels. With a start I realized the small Imp had remained in the dog and was now suckling me. The sensation was incredible. I was unable to move at all but the dog’s muscles rhythmically squeezed my shaft and balls. Eski was squirting cum into the demon he was still tied with and each spurt clenched his sphincter. I grunted with pleasure. Both the Imp and Eski massaged my genitals. Overworked muscles in my perineum cramped to force out a wad of semen. It was barely an orgasm so much as a milking. The demon in my dog’s bowels drank my essence.

I was stuck fast in the flesh clasped around my balls and cock. Warmth clenched and released, massaging my genitals. I was brought to a second quivering orgasm inside my dog.

Eski’s knot shrank away his cock slipped from the Demon he’d tied with. So much power had filled the Demon he glowed iridescent purple. The Imp waddled to the edge of the circle and collapsed asleep, snoring loudly. At the same time Imps dilated Eski’s sphincter so my genitals could pull free. My cock stretched painfully as it hauled the bloated, suckling Imp from Eski’s bowels. When the fat belly of the Imp strained past my dog’s sphincter Eski yipped again and leapt away. A bright purple and bloated devil plopped to the ground, waddled off and dropped asleep next to his compatriot. He burped a cloud of ethereal blue mist.

The winged creatures positioned me kneeling on all fours. My limbs completely lacked strength so demons of various sizes held and propped me. Another Glyph of Potency for both me and my dog readied us for the next humiliation. My cock stiffened below my belly.

Like they had with my dog, Imps held open my sphincter. I had no strength to clench my muscles in resistance. Cool night air touched me in places air isn’t supposed to touch. And as he had with my dog the largest Imp shoved his arm up to his elbow in my rectum. His fist held a squirming Devil. The large creature was less delicate with me than he had been with my dog. It hurt when the clasped smaller demon punched through my anal ring. I yelped in pain, but the invading arm kept pushing forward until the demon was almost shoulder-deep in my bowels. His fist released the struggling smaller Imp and withdrew. I felt profoundly violated.

But Eski was aroused and enervated by Glyphs. He leapt onto my back and fucked me like a jackhammer. Imps braced to keep my body from collapsing to the ground. One of the larger Imps lifted a tiny Imp and pressed its rump against my cock. The diminutive Imp was barely the size of a tomato. But somehow its butt-hole opened up and engulfed the head of my cock. The larger Imp forced the body of the smaller Imp to elongate as it stretched over my shaft. The smaller Imp was dragged back and forth along my penis like a cock-sleeve. The larger Imp used two hands to masturbate me into the body of the tiny monster enveloping my cock.

It’s impossible to resist the sensations of a dog’s knot pummelling your insides compounded with arousal from a Glyph of Potency. I panted in anticipation of Eski filling me. But something else was wriggling inside me. The relief of my Malamute’s mana flowing into me was denied by a suckling Imp in my bowels. I was brought instead to a jarring orgasm in my disgust and pain. Purple light flared into the fist of the Demon wanking me. The little strength I’d recuperated siphoned away.

Eski tied with me for another full hour. I couldn’t see but I expected Imps were stimulating his prostate somehow. Each time it seemed the dog’s knot was receding I felt him nudged and jiggled and his knot would re-inflate. Whatever the Demons were doing to Eski kept him cumming and drooling.

The fist milking me never paused even when I was gasping and whining about my cock being too sensitive post orgasm. Somehow the pressure of my dog’s knot against my prostate and a wriggling Imp in my colon kept me erect. The fluids inflating the stretched Imp over my penis provided some measure of soothing lubrication.

Eventually Eski’s knot deflated fully and his cock slipped from me. The Imp in my bowels couldn’t be pulled out by retreating dog cock – there was no bulge of a glans to envelope. So the monster had to physically wriggle, crawl and writhe out of my colon. The sensation was oddly intimate and when his obscene purple body finally plopped free of my sphincter I juddered and shook free a thin dribble of cum. Two more glowing purple Imps waddled to the scrum at the periphery.

For six long, arduous hours the repulsive swarm used me and my dog in unimaginable ways. They extracted every possible iota of our energies and strength. The morning sun was over the horizon when the wobbling mound of purple Imps sank away to the ground. Eski retreated to minister to his abused genitals and stretched anus with his tongue.

Before the rings of protection dissipated Micharosyne rose and towered above my prone form. Webbing of purple fire etched a network of veins over his rosewood body. “Pigsblood, it has indeed been entertaining sharing a night with you. We’ve saved a couple of worlds, and you’ve uplifted my status,” the Demon was stroking his rigid cock. “Before I leave you, I’m going to fuck you one last time. Something for you to remember me by.”

I managed to turn my protesting neck enough to stare at the monster’s serrated cock, “No damage… contract…” I could barely croak out words.

“Oh human! Dispel your fears! Of course I wouldn’t fuck you with this tiny thing,” he waggled his ten inches of serrated penis at me, “Today I gift you with secret knowledge!” The Demon’s shape blurred, flowing and changing. His face elongated to a blunt muzzle, his body thickened and grew in width. The goat hooves changed into thicker pillars of a horse’s legs. His balls grew larger and hung low in a shiny sack. The Demon looked more like a red Clydesdale horse. “You are the first human to witness Micharosyne-hin, horse-aspect.” His penis was a terrifying, magnificent twenty-four inches of equine-meat.

“Shtoo big… split me…” I protested weakly, laying at the feet of the monster and staring up at the giant cock which was going to tear me in half.

“I’ll be gentle – I pinky-swear.” No glyph of truth manifested as Micharosyne crouched to gather my limp body like a ragdoll. My head lolled as he dragged my face over his balls and up the column of his penis - my body rubbed against the turgid shaft of horse-cock. He paused and held me with my diminutive cock at the base of his pillar. His length almost touched my chin as I faced the wall of his chest. The slabs of his paws were large enough he could raise me with up one hand while he spat into his other palm. He slathered goo around my butt-hole, pushing into me with his fingers. The wide tip of his cock, positioned at my anus, was larger than my fist.

I’d never thought to have circumstance necessitating the Ward tattooed in the cleft of my buttocks. There is a Spell of Accommodation triggered by something too big trying to fuck me. The Ward has never previously activated despite some outrageous encounters with randy beasts. Experience and stretching exercises had proved adequate in the past.

Lines of power seared my buttock as the blunt head of the monsters cock punched through my sphincter. The Ward kept me intact and somewhat malleable, although I cried out in agony. Micharosyne wrapped both hands around my shoulders and pushed my limp body downward. I was impaled by twelve inches of cock as thick as my arm.

“Ahh… such a tight little bitch getting your first real fucking.” The monster was enjoying his domination, using me like a fuck toy. He raised me upward until the flaring tip of his equine cock forced open my sphincter and popped out. Then he shoved me down, hard. The blunt cock-head punched into my guts – I could feel my internal organs repositioning around the invading mass. Had I not been under the defences of the Ward, being impaled by the full twenty four inches of his cock would have been fatal. My balls and cock mashed into his pubic mound when he fully hilted inside me. At the base his shaft was five inches in diameter. The momentum swung his scrotum up to impact against my lower back. I couldn’t even cry out as I was winded from the invading shaft compressing my lungs.

Micharosyne fucked me like a sex toy – like a cock-sleeve with no regard for my enjoyment. His two great fists clasped to my shoulders alternately lifted and shoved me down on his cock. He thrust his hips forward to meet my downward plunge. My abdomen bulged from the obscene intrusion.

Although the concussions of my internal organs threatened to knock me unconscious, I held a thread of hope. The surrounding wards protecting the Demon would soon dispel, leaving him vulnerable to assail from my world. He would have to depart soon after and this ordeal would be over. But perhaps also the Demon was miscalculating. With his building orgasm I could sense an encroaching discharge of mana. When the Demon seed flooded my guts I would be able to channel the energies into a powerful binding spell. I had not a single erg of my own mana to contribute – I was a depleted sack of inert cock-sleeve. I would shape the energies released by the monster pummelling my organs. At the moment of his orgasm, as he pumped his mana into me, I would divert the energies for my benefit. It would be something of the challenge to vocalize the necessary syllables of the Binding during the monster’s discharge. I would have seconds only while vile Demon seed filled my intestines. But it certainly wasn’t the first time I’d had to focus mantras during orgasm – my own, or other people’s or animals’ in some combination.

My neck muscles protested from the whiplash of flopping back and forth during the pistoning of my body. Micharosyne was close now – the scrotum whacking into the small of my back was contracting. The demon’s abdomen muscles flexed. Unbelievably the diameter of his cock thickened. Somewhere near my breastbone the flared head of the beast-cock solidified. Through a haze of pain I visualized the phrase of runes to utter.

With an inhuman roar and demonic strength, Micharosyne hoisted me upward. Stabbing pain tore me as though my organs were being dragged in the wake of flared cock-head. My concentration was broken and the mantra shattered. The monster’s flare burst free of my battered anus and he tossed my body aside like a rag-doll. He frantically grasped his cock with both hands and rubbed his fists along the entire length. His long horse muzzle clamped over the end of his cock. Between moans of ecstasy he gulped down his own discharge. Lightning trails of blue magicka arced from his penis down his throat. Convulsively his hips thrust his cock between his lips. Not one erg, not one shred of mana leaked away for me to utilize. The demon licked away dribbled emanations.

I was a forgotten toy laying face-down in the dirt. My abused rectum gaped cavernously. It seemed there was an echo when the Demon spoke.

“Ahhh… your arse is divinity. You’ve practically elevated me to Saintly aspect.” His form reverted to his usual Micharosyne aspect. He licked at a droplet of energy wiped by a finger. Then he bent down to caress my cheek with (probably feigned) affection. “Until we meet again, Pigsblood.”

“Oh just fuck off, you monster,” I summoned my last reserves of energy to turn my head and bite his finger. Oddly, a sliver of the demon’s skin flaked into my mouth.

Micharosyne laughed, sinking into the ground just as the ring of spells protecting him puffed away in a glittering shower.

I spat the dry square left by the beast from my mouth. I could just decipher the final Glyph of Potency from the torn scrap of Indulgence parchment. Oh shit. Warmth detonated in my mouth and turquoise arousal suffused my aching limbs. Instantly my chaffed cock hardened, jutting painfully into the soil beneath. I couldn’t move to relieve the pressure – I lay face down, limbs sprawled, butt-hole a gaping barn door. Everything ached, including a driving randiness from the Glyph. I sobbed quietly.

Some considerable time later Eski’s tongue provided soothing relief with a balm of drool over my stung anus. I still was unable to clench my sphincter so the dog was easily able to lick several inches inside. I groaned in appreciation, but my cock was abraded by chunks of dirt. In concern the dog licked my cheek. I should be more grateful but I’d rather the Malamute licked my face before licking my arse.

The sun was high before I mustered sufficient reserves to lift myself from the soil. Every limb, every muscle protested. I wondered if I’d ever be able to close my butt-hole. The breeze stung against the raw skin of my cock. The lightest touch burned – even the soft caress of Eski’s tongue scratched like sandpaper. I pushed the disappointed beast’s muzzle away. There was no relief for the induced horniness pervading me.

Instead I crawled to the shrubs where I’d stashed the saddle-bags of robes and equipment. Naked, tired, abused I fumbled with the leather straps to affix the satchels over Eske’s shoulders. As I clinched a buckle under the dog’s chest I notice one of his toenails had sheared in the earlier melee. The claw was chipped, split. I reached to take his paw to examine if he’d need a salve. The Malamute screamed at me and his collar flared brilliant white. Lord Eschaton of Wolfsbridge vanished with a clap of thunder, taking the saddlebags of clothes and equipment. I blinked owlishly while my vision cleared, staring at the place where my Malamute had been.

It was a ten mile trudge back to the hamlet. Magicka for the entire region was exhausted from the Masterclass spells. My wards and tattoos were utterly depleted. The skin of my penis chaffed too tender to stroke – I could neither relieve my horniness nor utilize magical discharge to empower other beneficial spells. I would have to walk the entire the way to the hamlet naked, with a hardon. I sighed, defeated. Malamutes are bastards. Perhaps they’re demons too ornery for this realm to assail.