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Beneficial Infernal Deals

for Roureem

by Draconicon

Zeru stood on the moonlit sandstone steps leading up to his father's palace. It was a small place, as palaces went, but it stood on the desirable grounds of the great river that ran through the city, cutting through the heat of the day that lingered in the stones beneath his feet. The albino jackal pulled at his cloak, feeling the breeze trying to steal his warmth, as well.

"It's been a long time..."

"Heh, don't worry. You're ready for this."

Smiling, Zeru looked over his shoulder at the golden jackal behind him. Azizi joined him at the bottom of the steps, putting a hand on his shoulder and giving him a one-armed hug. A precursor to what would come later, he was sure.

"You ready for this?" Azizi asked, one of the scars over his face tightening as his smile grew fiercer.

"Not as ready as you, heh. You look ready to rip him apart."

"For what he did to you, I'd do a lot more than that."

"Don't worry. What I have planned will punish him more than we ever could."

"I don't know. I have a lot of ideas."

"I know. I know." A hint of softness slid into his voice as he reached up and cupped the other jackal's chin. He pulled Azizi's face down, giving him a gentle kiss before releasing him. "But this is mine to do...and yours to help, of course."

"Heh, as if you could stop me."

Ever since they'd met in the far wastes, in the little rough and tumble towns that dotted the great desert, they had been close. It had taken time for their relationship to reach a level where Zeru felt comfortable with Azizi knowing all the truth about him, but once that had come out...

Well, there had been a great many adventures, and now, the profits of those adventures would be put to use. He turned back to the palace, looking at the great columns that marked the door, and took the first step up the great stairs. Azizi disappeared, moving through the grounds to the side doors that Zeru had already told him about, ready to take his place inside while the albino held the attention of everyone inside.

He reached the front door without incident, the great slab closed. He tapped his knuckles against it, and a lowly black jackal opened the door. The servant gasped.

"L-lord Zeru. You've -"

"I have come to speak to my father."

"Your - Lord Ade is...indisposed, good lord."

"You will take me to him, anyway."

"I -"

"You will take me to him."

It was a simple flex of the word, but it was more than enough for his purposes. No sooner had the words left his mouth than his eyes shimmered, and that shine was reflected back at him from the servant's gaze. The other dog stiffened, standing straight in the white linen skirt that all the servants wore, then slowly bowed.

"I will take you to him, Lord Zeru."

"Thank you."

Falling in step behind the other male, he was led through the familiar halls of the family palace. They were made of the same sandstone as the stairs, though made of the great white blocks rather than chiseled layers of it such as decorated the grounds outside. The walls themselves were adorned with the occasional brazier or frieze, but other than that were unmarked save for weapon trophies that the warrior had kept for himself. Clearly, his father had not changed since the day that he had run off.

The rest of the house was quiet. He imagined that this servant was here more to keep visitors from prying through the front door while his father took his pleasure than for any other reason. He anticipated meeting the other jackal with his pants down and his knot buried inside of some servant woman. It was not the first time that his father had abused a portion of his authority, and far from the first that he had caught the older jackal in the middle of some debauchery that he would have denied enjoying.

He imagined that this time things would go quite differently.

They were halfway to the bedchambers when he heard the moaning. Zeru bit his lips, suppressing the growl that wanted to come free, and glanced at the servant. The black jackal stopped in his tracks.

"Lord Zeru?"

"I can find my way from here."

"But -"

"You are dismissed."

Another strain brought the glow back, and the other canine nodded, hustling away with his tail between his legs. Zeru breathed slowly, working to calm himself and suppress the heat that came with such use of magic. The demon...the demon had warned him about that.

But it is worth it...it is worth it.

He took three slow breaths, forcing them in and out of his nose before continuing down the hall. The moans got louder, and though they were feminine, it still stirred the lusts between his legs. It didn't matter that they would have been unsatisfying to him. What mattered was that it was intense, sexual, interesting, and that was enough to stir his libido. His plans, too, added to his anticipation, and against his will, he felt that heat building up further between his legs. Zeru shook his head; he imagined that the demon was chuckling, if it happened to be watching its latest servant.

Reaching the linen sheet that divided his father's chambers from the rest of the palace, he pressed his hand against the white cloth. It fell inward, and unsurprisingly, he found himself looking at the ass cheeks, balls, and shaft of his sire, seeing the latter two battering against the cheeks of a female beneath him. The low-class dark jackal was moaning, whimpering, but the sounds were as fake as one could have imagined. He knew the sounds of true pleasure even before his bargain, and this was not that. It seemed that his father's ego still could not be satisfied with the mere use of another. It required domination.

He waited for a few minutes, seeing if the old man would finish, but he showed no sign of slowing. Shaking his head, Zeru whispered a word under his breath.

No sooner had the arcane charm left his lips than the older canine arched his back, burying his cock almost knot-deep inside of the female. She moaned, whimpering, gasping at the sudden, sharp shock of the older male's seed inside of her, and old Lord Ade groaned, shaking his head.

"What...what the -"

"Hello, father."

Zeru's voice cut the silence, and both members of the rutting pair froze. The male turned, familiar eyes in a golden face looking back at him. It was nearly enough to wipe the smile off his face, but Zeru stiffened it, even making it into a smirk as he stepped forward.

"It's been some time."

"What are you doing here, whelp?" Lord Ade growled.

"What am I doing here? I should think my return makes it obvious."

"...Get out."

The words were for the servant rather than him, and the female didn't even bother gathering her clothes before running for the door. Her thighs were stained with everything but her own juices, clearly unpleased with the results of the rutting she had gone through, but that didn't matter to him. He just watched her go, then brought his eyes back to his father.

Though they were of the same species, there were many differences between him and his father. Not merely the albinism, though that had done much to sour their relationship long before he had shown any traits of an actual person rather than a new-born babe. His father was tall and strong, while he was of average height and relatively lean, though no longer as sickly as he had been in his youth. The golden-furred jackal lord narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms over a chest far less scarred than Azizi's, and harrumphed.

"If you've come to beg for a place within the family, you lost it when you ran away."

"I'm sure that's why you're trying to breed another heir with the help," Zeru said, looking down the hall. "It won't take; she's not fertile."

"There's always a chance. And they need to learn their place beneath proper men."

There was just enough of a snarl on the word 'proper' to make him smile. Once, that would have been a cutting remark, but these days, it was just a reminder of the pathetic nature of his sire. The master of the house narrowed his eyes.

"Are you laughing at me, little bitch?"

"Are you still trying to use the same old insults, father?"

"You - what do you want, then?"

"Simplicity itself. I came here to take what you have..."

"You think you can kill me? You're not ready for that. You're not nearly strong enough for that."

"Hmm, you might be surprised. But I don't have to kill you to take what I want."

In the side chamber attached to his father's rooms, there was a small toilet with a tunnel that the servants used to remove waste so that they didn't bother those of proper birth. He had told Azizi of its presence, and he smelled the presence of the other jackal through the other smells in the room. His father doubtlessly did not; the stench of sex was probably too strong for the older jackal to pierce at that moment.

Zeru adjusted the modest cloth that he wore, pushing the white linen over his chest and hips. It was not dissimilar from the robes of the priests of the great temples, complete with the golden bands at the belt and the plate at the chest. However, unlike them, he wore no godly symbol. Instead, a simple green eye, consisting of a gem and a series of little runes inscribed into the gold, made up his symbol. His father, unsurprisingly, said nothing about it. He just growled as Zeru continued.

"I have traveled far. I am not the 'bitch' that you chased away."

"I did nothing of the sort. You ran."

"Yes, I ran. I ran away from someone that could only see someone equal to him who had strength and more manhood than he did." He chuckled. "Don't think I've forgotten you standing over me, waving your cock as if it was a weapon you'd slay me with. Don't think that I've forgotten the days that you spent, reminding me of my lack compared to what you had between your legs. I have forgotten nothing of your abuse.

"But I did not come here to remind you of that. I came here to take what you will never give me, and punish you for what you've done to me."

"Hmmph...I'd like to see you try."

Doubtless his father would. The fight would have been short and sweet, and it would have favored the older man. Despite being in his forties, the golden jackal still had the muscles of his younger self, and he had the power to bring a great deal of force to bear. Moreover, he was a fighter, a warrior in the king's army, and that in and of itself would have been enough to break the albino of any ambitions.

But he had not come here to fight like that, and as soon as Azizi poked his head out from the sheet to the side room, the older man's fate was sealed. Zeru nodded, and the other jackal lunged forward, seizing his father from behind.

The fight was less uneven than one might have expected. Surprise served Azizi well, but even then, Lord Ade put up a fight. The older man nearly managed to flip Azizi over his head, and only the bandit's experience in a grappling fight saved him. Despite suffering more than a half-dozen blows to his sides, Azizi pulled the older warrior down, taking him to the floor. Zeru's lover wrapped his arms and legs around the older jackal, keeping him pinned to the floor, Lord Ade laying on his back with Azizi under him.

It was not ideal, but it was better than nothing. He approached the pair of them, one hand on his belt as he shook his head.

"You see, father, I have allies now. One that can best you...and one that can punish you."

"You will - ugh - you will pay for this...I swear...you little -"

"Call him a bitch...I dare you..."

Azizi's threat was accompanied by just enough pressure that one could hear bones grinding and creaking against each other, and despite his hate, Ade shut up. It was something of a pity; once, Zeru would have adored the chance to see his lover rip his father limb from limb. Now, however, there were other options for punishment, and he looked forward to indulging in a greater one.

He slowly pulled his belt free, tossing it off to the side. The once-condensed robe flared open, becoming more of a dress than anything else. As the albino jackal pulled the chest plate over his head, laying it on the ground over his belt, Azizi chuckled.

"I always love watching this."

"Abominations like him -"

"What did I just say?"

It was always something of a pleasure to hear his lover defending his honor, though these days, Zeru had no need of it. The deal that he'd made, the promise that he'd given, meant that he had all the power that he'd ever need. Azizi was less here out of necessity and more out of moral support, helping him go through with what he had planned and keeping him from backing down.

Though, at this point, he honestly wondered if it was needed. Yes, the support was wonderful, and to have his lover there meant that it was something that they could share, but all those hateful memories of the old days were coming back and reminding him why he wanted to do this in the first place. All the times that his father had looked down on him, all the times that he had been judged weak, insufficient, inferior to his sire; it all came back to him then, and he had to fight down the growl that came from deep down in his chest. He knew, he knew that anger would not help. No, only calm...

Calm, and lust. He felt that still, and as he finally discarded his robe, it showed. Little rivers of feminine fluids ran down his thighs, dripping through his fur and making their way down to his knees. A few strings hung down from his clit and sex, and he shook his head. His father hissed and growled.

"You always were - ulk!"

"Don't choke him too much, Azizi," Zeru said.

"Not too much. Just enough to get him ready."

"We have other ways of doing that, as you well know."

"Heh...he doesn't deserve it that nice."

"I know, but we will do it my way."

"Whatever you say..."

As the golden jackal released his grip, Zeru looked into his father's eyes. The control that he had over the servant would be insufficient here. He could not be so subtle, could not force that level of obedience through such an unwilling - and annoyingly strong - mind as his father's. All he could do was leave two small commands. As Zeru's eyes glowed green with the power of the demon, so too did the sandstone room turn green in his vision.

"Still."

The simple word made the golden jackal freeze up, his body stiffening as if frozen in the ancient wastes far to the south. Azizi experimentally let go, and the older man didn't try to get up.

"Put him on the bed," Zeru commanded, feeling the tension already getting to him. The power of the demon was one that he didn't have full control of just yet, and it had an effect on his body that he couldn't entirely deny. He bit off a hiss as he forced himself to move, to help carry the older jackal back to the bed. They laid him out over the sheets, letting him rest on the cushioned surface.

He was wet, now, wetter than he wanted to admit. There was need down there, but there was no time to indulge just yet. Though they had the whole night to do this, he wanted to be focused for it, not lost in the throes of need. He didn't want his father to see him as some weakling, as he had always done. He wanted the warrior to see his better, the one that had come to take him down.

Breathing out slowly, he fixed his father with another stare. The green intensified, and he growled out another word.

"Hard."

The half-limp shaft that had just taken the servant started rising again, and fast. Blood rushed through it, the knot flared, and soon, it was standing as hard and proud as one could have imagined, pointing up and out of the golden jackal's sheath. It was as hard as one could ask, and would stay that way for hours. He knew; he had used this spell before on his lover, when they wanted to go all night long and needed to take turns. It was no longer merely dependent on its wielder's stamina, and would stay up for as long as the spell remained active, and that meant for at least twenty-four hours.

They wouldn't need that long, of course. They would be done with this in short order, though not before he was satisfied.

"Ha...ha..."

Zeru slumped back as he felt the power rushing out of him, his sex clenching so hard that the emptiness hurt. He had to lean back against Azizi to keep his footing, and even then, he barely managed to stay upright. He groaned and huffed through clenched teeth, and the other jackal petted his back, reassuring him, holding him, supporting him.

"Good, good...you're doing great."

"Nnngh...not done yet..."

"He's watching you. He's scared; I can smell it."

"He'll be...he'll be more scared...in a moment."

"You need a hand?"

"Only when we're done with him. I'll need something to wash away the feeling of him."

"I understand. Show him...show him what waits for someone like him."

Nodding, Zeru found his feet again, striding over to the bed and sliding into it. He crawled over his father's body, making his way to that shaft. Not out of desire - or at least, no more than the physical desire that his body fed him for using that magic - but rather, out of the desire to hurt him. To punish him, humiliate him, and break him for all the trauma that he had gone through.

It was time. It was past time.

"You see, father, there are powers in the world that mean more than sword and shield, than flesh and fang. There are things out there that reward service, that know what power actually is. Where determination and willpower mean more than a mere fleshy shaft between your legs."

He grabbed hold of his father's cock, and despite himself, he had to admit that it was large. Very large, indeed, as it throbbed between his fathers and begged for the release that it had just had. Such was the effect of the spell that he had laid upon it; it was needy, aroused, and would continue throbbing until it was finally given the release that it craved. Not physical, but magical, for even a climax wouldn't be sufficient to steal its need away at this point. It would need so much more than that.

He stroked it up and down as he slid forward, moving so that his legs were on either side of his father's hips, so that his sex was right over that shaft. As he nudged it against his sex, however, he saw his father's eyes widen ever so slightly. There was more than just disgust there now, and he smiled to himself as he knew just what it was that his father had felt.

"Yes, I have something in me, now...something that's waiting to help me punish you. Have you ever heard of a trapsnatch, father?"

Not that the older jackal could respond, now, but there was a hint of movement in his eyes. Not confirmation, but confusion. No realization, no understanding. Not surprising, either, considering his father's utter ignorance in so many other arenas that didn't involve fucking or stabbing something.

He slowly lowered himself, grinding over the tip again before lifting his hips. As he did, he felt it. Tendrils slid out through his sex, running out of his vaginal opening and gripping the head of the shaft. A dull scream of horror came from his father's clenched teeth, and he smiled to himself as he knew that this revenge would be even better than he had planned.

This was one of many things that he had bargained for from the demon. A trapsnatch parasite was a creature of infernal origin, something made of hellish energy that was meant to break mortal men. It normally went inside normal females, but he had been implanted with this one, giving him the power to trap other men as he chose. His magical talents - and the permission of his new master - meant that he could keep it from affecting Azizi save for the way that they wanted to play with it, but his father had no such protections.

"This is meant to break you...but there's something more. Something that I will explain at the end."

He rolled his hips forward and down, and the tendrils guided the head of that cock to his sex. He pushed down. Not far, not far at all, just enough for the tip to slide into him. It was thick enough to draw the slightest of grunts from him at the effort, the physical pleasure just strong enough to push past the disdain that he had for the older man and what he was doing.

"How does it feel, father? How does it feel to have someone smaller than you, weaker than you taking control? You aren't even on top. You are under me. Under a bitch. How does it feel?"

The words were coming with so much venom that he had to spit them from his mouth lest they destroy him, and he rolled his hips. Soon, it was enough to draw little grunts of unwilling pleasure from the older male beneath him, and he took some pleasure in that. His father had looked down at him as useless for so long, waving around that stupid thing that was even now inside him as evidence of the older man's superiority. He had insisted that Zeru would never be a man, merely a bitch for what did not hang between his own legs.

Look at him now. Look at this pathetic thing.

The tendrils sliding out of him went further and further down the shaft, and despite it belonging to a creature inside of him, he could feel every inch of that cock as if it was sliding into him instead of into the creature. He rolled his head back, his toes curling through the soft sheets on the bed. Azizi was there behind him, the other jackal hugging him, wrapping his arms around his waist, and his lover chuckled.

"He's not as good as mine, I hope?" the once-bandit whispered.

"Not even close."

"Good. I don't want to have competition."

"You never could."

"Mmm, is one of the babies stirring yet?"

"Close...so close..."

"Make sure to give it to him. Let me have that bit of revenge with you."

They shared a kiss, and then Azizi went quiet, serving as a frame for Zeru to lean against and use to help him ride the shaft beneath him.

He finally pushed down, taking the whole thing inside of him. It was a slight effort, but not as much as his father would have had him believe. He wondered, briefly, if all those times that his father had bragged of breaking servants with his tool was little more than useless braggadocio.

The moment passed as he wrapped his hands around Azizi's shoulders, using that leverage to lift and lower himself. The parasite creature within him was clenching tight around his father's cock, pulling it deeper, all but lifting his father off the bed between thrusts. There was an intense strength to the creature within him, and he had forgotten just how hungry it could be for the things that it craved. He groaned as it pulled him close to his father once more, keeping him riding even as he struggled to keep focused on his revenge.

There were things inside of him, things that he could feel moving as the rut brought that shaft closer and closer to the entrance of his womb. The core of the trapsnatch waited in there, and he could feel the 'babies' inside swirling, swimming, stirring. He rested one hand on his stomach, huffing as he felt his own pleasure rising despite himself and his hate. Just a little bit more.

"You...mmmph...you are close, aren't you, father?" he asked, grinding down on the older male's knot. "Yes...very close. Soon, you're going to cum into your own son. The one that conquered you. The one that beat you."

Up, down, up, down, each time feeling that little pleasure getting stronger, that little need growing tighter in his core. It wasn't just his plan, his revenge, but the pleasure that he felt from having that filling. He had used the power enough that he wanted this more than he had anticipated, and it was getting closer than he liked. His father would see him cum at this rate.

Well, let him. It was one more thing to hold over the older canine.

With a deep groan, he went over the edge, releasing his tension in a short squirt over his father's cock. That pressure and slickness was finally enough to draw the knot past the edge of his sex, into him. The parasite clenched around it, making it easier for him, and that in turn pushed his father over the edge.

Even through the paralysis spell, he could see the sudden muscle tension going through the older jackal, the way that he arched his back and tried to thrust upward. He wanted to cum, needed to cum, but he wasn't quite making it. Instead, he panted, whimpered, moaned, twitched, all in their own muted way through his paralyzed state. He was spasming in micro-motions through his body as he emptied his balls into his own son, and that knowledge, that surety of his father's humiliation, gave Zeru a smile that he had never expected to have again.

Even as he felt the heat running through him, soothing some of his own simulated urges, he felt the other thing that he had been anticipating. He smiled as he felt the movement of the little beasts inside of him, the spawn of the parasite, rushing for that shaft. He waved his hand, and his father could finally move again.

"You - nnngh!"

And the first thing that the older man did after trying to threaten him was moan, as well he should. Zeru could feel the shifting movement inside him, the warmth of that spawn slime moving down. Like a second feminine sex, it rolled down his father's cock, swallowing it deeper and deeper until it was fully encased. The tendrils of the parasite kept that shaft locked inside him, too, ensuring that it stayed good and close, unable to escape, unable to avoid being fully entrapped.

"What...what..."

"I told you...my revenge."

Zeru leaned back, spreading his legs just enough for the blue head of the parasite's spawn to be seen as it gummed its way down to the base of his father's cock, wrapping around the knot and squeezing tighter than any whore's mouth. His father gasped, thrusting, the lord of the palace biting his lips as the forced pleasure started to make its way through him.

It was more than just a mere spell now. The parasite was bad enough for those that weren't ready for it, infusing their cocks with a slime that made them throb harder, made them more sensitive and yet needier for ever-increasing stimulation. For those with weak minds, it was little more than a curse of utter cock-brain, unable to think of anything but their own shaft, unable to focus on anything that didn't provide them the greatest of pleasures. Those with greater wills could still think of other things, but even Azizi had some trouble thinking straight for a few hours after they had their fun, and he had protection.

His father, however, had none. Even though there was nothing to hold the man back or make him thrust forward, his hips still bucked, grinding into Zeru's sex. The feeling of being stretched open wasn't bad, but the fact that it was his father, as enticing as his revenge was, still made it a mixed feeling.

So, when he could pull off the knot, he was hardly displeased. He groaned as it popped out, but rather than a washing load of seed coming out, there were only the slimy signs of the spawn wrapped around his father's cock. He smiled to himself despite the situation, and his father stared at it, his hips twitching, his balls pulling up. There were moments when the tip of his cock opened slightly, when a hint of white was seen flowing into the wide-mouthed blue thing, but it was growing ever rarer.

"What...what in the hell..."

"That, father, is a spawn. A creature of hell, and a mark that you will not be able to remove," Zeru said, shaking as Azizi supported him. "You wished to prize manhood over all else, and now, you are marked for someone that does the same. His manhood, however, is far, far greater than yours, and he will soon claim you and show you that."

"You...you can't do this," Lord Ade said, his mouth hanging open. "Take it back. Take it off!"

"I can't."

"You mean you won't!"

"No, I mean, I can't. I was never given the means of removing it. Only those 'weak' priests might have the skill to do it, and they are all more than a day off. In twenty-four hours, father, he will come for you, and when he does, you will be taken to the realm of true manhood, where he of the greatest shaft rules over all those beneath him. My master...he will show you what your philosophy ultimately means."

And when the great demon came, when those green eyes settled on his father, he knew that his master would find the jackal wanting. There was no great manhood there, though there was a shaft of some production. He smiled as he imagined his father dragged down to those pits, put to work beneath the other men, milked, rendered little more than the cock that he so prized for himself.

The jackal moaned again as the little creature wrapped around it swallowed and sucked, pulling itself tighter and closer. One could just see the shaft wrapped under it, and there was no ignoring the way that it throbbed and bounced, twitched and pulsed from the constant stimulation that the spawn forced on it. He smiled as he imagined what it would do this father over the next twenty-four hours, the need that would wrack him, the hunger that would drive him all but mad as he tried to focus on finding some impossible way free.

There would be none. He had ensured that with the time that he had struck, with the way that he had masterminded the situation. There was no way that his father would find a priest in time to remove it, and no priest that would see his father without holding shame over him forever more if by some means the jackal managed to travel further and faster than either of them expected.

Lord Ade rose from his bed, staring at his shaft, and then lifted his eyes. He opened his mouth, some unspoken threat on his tongue -

And Azizi stepped forward, grabbing the golden jackal by the throat. The resistance that the older man had shown the first time was nowhere to be found as Azizi pressed close, holding the other man to the wall, pinning him there cock to cock. He leaned in, and his words warmed Zeru's heart.

"You had your chance. You squandered it. I don't know how stupid you had to be to see your son as anything but the man he is, but you drove him to this. The only thing I can say you did that was good was find a way for him to meet me, and me to meet him. But even that..."

He threw the older jackal toward the door, and without a word, Lord Ade fled. It was a futile retreat, for even the city guards would mean nothing if they were summoned, and Zeru didn't credit his father with that level of foresight. His terror would drive him, his lust would distract him, and in less than twenty-four hours, Lord Ade would be captured by the master's servants.

Sitting down on the bed, he gathered up the sheets. Azizi helped him, and they threw them across the room before Zeru laid on his back. They pressed themselves together, smiling.

"Ready to anoint the bed as ours, oh master of the manor?" Azizi asked.

"Mmm. I want to get rid of his stink."

"Heh, I don't smell much better."

"You smell like you. That makes all the difference."

They kissed, lips to lips, and soon, shaft to sex. There was something more intimate about this one, and not least because it was more willing and wanted. Zeru had a great deal of lust left to quench from his use of his magic, and there was only one that could do it properly.

He barely had the time to cast the protective spells before they were linked together at more than the lips, and then, they descended into celebratory pleasure.

The End

Summary: A banished lordling returns to his family house, ready to take some revenge on his father.

Tags: M/I, Intersex, Man with Pussy, Jackal, Canine, Knot, Parasite, Magic, Control, Incest, Vaginal, Forced Orgasm, Orgasm, Control, Humiliation,