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The Contracted Demon

for AkimitsuSevecan

by Draconicon

Azorious was just starting to feel the hunger for more lustful pleasures when the summoning spell caught him. The wolf demon smirked, ready to ignore it for the sake of his own indulgences, but even as he called at his own powers, the ritual spell seized him by the ankles and pulled, hard. The red and black wolf was yanked off his feet, through the sidewalk, and into the between-space that was the annoyingly familiar dimension where all demons and spirits entered when someone demanded their presence.

It didn't last long, just long enough for the wolf demon to come up with some choice words for his summoner on the other side. The portal popped open again just above his head, and he flexed his own strength, just enough fire and brimstone and smoke to slow the perpetual pull around his body so that he wasn't catapulted through the hole. Instead, he extended his arms, burly and thick, through the portal, laying his hands on either side and growling deep in his throat. His claws cracked the stone floor around the portal entrance as he pulled himself up and through, his eyes glowing a brighter red than they had to as he let every single bit of demonic pressure and terror ooze into his voice.

" Who dares summon me?" he growled, the top of his head rising out of the portal. " Who dares call the great Azorious from his pleasures in such -"

"Taking lessons in theater, are we?"

Azorious blinked, dismissing the fires at that voice. On the other side of the black-fire candles and the red summoning circle was a familiar black-scaled dragon, one that was, more atypically, lacking his usual robe. The white-eyed dragon leaned against a spellbook podium, arms crossed at the chest and legs crossed at the ankles, one foot flat, the other resting on the claws of his toes. The incubus's eyes went down to the dragon's low-hanging cock for a moment before flicking back up to the familiar face, and he chuckled.

"Drac, you realize that you don't have to summon me like that if you desire my company," Azorious said, dragging himself the rest of the way out of the portal. "If you want the touch of a demon, you need only ask."

"I'm sure," the dragon said, shaking his head with a small smile. "You've been gunning to get into my bed for how long now?"

"Several years, at least."

"Well, today's your lucky day."

"...Come again? And again and again, of course, heh." The wolf demon chuckled. "But in all seriousness, do explain."

"Of course."

Draconicon reached around the podium, rolling up a piece of paper that was just out of sight before flicking it across the spell barrier. Azorious shook his head at the abundance of caution to avoid breaking the seal - one that he noted was just strong enough to contain his full powers, to his annoyance - and unrolled the document. As soon as he saw what it was, he blinked...and grinned.

"Oh ho ho, are you serious?"

"Quite," the dragon said, a faint blush on his cheeks. "I've been bitten by the subby bug, and I need someone to take care of that for me."

"And you're hiring me. Lykus will be jealous."

"He's a switch. And that's all fine and good, but that's not enough for me right now."

"Heh...You need someone to take control that badly?"

"More specifically, I need someone that can use me and make sure that I feel properly...valued, that way. And harder than Lykus is usually willing to go."

"Mmmm...now that is a tempting offer..."

"And one that I know you won't be turning down, no matter how temporary it is," the black dragon said. "If you'll read the terms?"

"Already did."

"Read them again."

He indulged the clearly slightly-nervous mage, unrolling the piece of paper properly and running his claw beneath the terms and agreements of the document. It was clearly written with the aid of a lawyer to ensure that any demonic twists and turns were not going to be too easily accomplished, but the document itself was quite easily read, and quite a turn-on, for that matter.

It amused Azorious to know that the black dragon was handing over control of his body, his orgasms, and his sense of pleasure to him. He'd long wondered how it would feel to have the dragon mage as a bitch, however temporary, and while it wasn't going to be the same thing as collaring him and putting him properly in bondage - latex bondage, he imagined with a small smirk - it would be something. And it would give him something to brag about, both to Lykus and to the various demons that he kept at bay from the wolf.

The term limit for the contract was a total of one week, which was a little less than he would have liked, but considering that he was being offered this almost like a gift, he was hardly going to complain that much. He could have more, another time, and he was more than skilled enough to fit a great deal of entertainment into just a week. Being an incubus meant that one had access to quite a few tools.

"Well?" Drac asked.

"Just giving it one more look-over."

"As you will."

The demon had already taken in all the terms of the agreement, of course. Instead of looking down, he was looking up and imagining what he'd do when he signed it.

After all, Draconicon had been a mutual friend of his and Lykus for some time. They had enjoyed many conversations, and had double-teamed the mortal wolf more than once to tease the living hell out of him. There had always been some potential for fun between him and the mage, but Azorious had less interest in letting someone else control him than the wolf did. He wanted to be in control, teasing, topping if he couldn't actually dominate.

And the dragon was easy on the eyes. Seven feet tall - nearly his own height - the dragon's black scales were small and smooth, so slight that they almost didn't seem to be there most of the time, and lacking the bumpiness that some lesser reptiles were possessed of. The dragon's cock wasn't the slitted sort, wasn't the kind to nestle in and hide, but was rather on display all the time. Soft, it hung eight inches from his groin, resting over a pair of balls that were heavy and full almost all the time, and properly plump and taut, too.

He loved that look. It meant that there was plenty of food for him down there.

As the black dragon shifted from one bare foot to the other, arms still crossed, Azorious could feel his sheath filling in anticipation. The terms kept him from blatantly mind-controlling the dragon - which was fair, he supposed, considering the way that most demons would take too much from someone else that way - but there were many more limited body-controlling options on the table with the contract. He could do quite a bit with that.

"A week, hmm?" Azorious teased. "Are you sure that's going to be enough?"

"It'll have to be. There's appointments to be met."

"And here I thought that you were the dictator of your own city. Emphasis on dick."

"I could be, but that just means more meetings."

"Meetings that could be quite a bit more pleasurable if you let me take care of them."

"Yes, I'm sure. But there's standards, and I mostly just want to get this out of my system," the dragon said, shaking his head. "In a fun way, of course, and with someone that knows what they're doing -"

"I do."

"But I'm not going to lie. A good part of this is just getting all this out of my system so I can focus again."

"Mmmm, I understand. A pity; I would have loved to be the one to take you in properly."

"Sorry; my soul and will is spoken for."

"By?"

"Myself."

"Tease."

Nevertheless, Azorious smiled as he conjured a quill of fire and smoke. The rippling orange lights danced along the fronds that would have been the edges of the feather, and the smoke billowed out of the tip, gas becoming solid ink on the bottom of the contract.

"I so agree," he said, rolling the paper up and tossing it back.

"Good."

"Your turn."

"...It's actually happening."

"You say that like you didn't expect it to," Azorious said.

"In a way, I didn't. I think some part of me was hoping that you'd decline," the dragon said, shaking his head as he smoothed out the paper against the podium. "I want it, but -"

"Heh, you want to be valued."

"...That too."

"Then trust me when I say this, dragon. There are few greater jewels than your scaly self that a demon could want. There are certainly no dragons that I would care to take under my care for a few days than yourself. And I plan to remind you with everything we do that I prize you more than you think."

"..."

"And if you tell Lykus that I said that, I will find some way to get revenge on you."

"So warned," the dragon muttered, and Azorious smiled at the further spread of redness across the other man's cheeks.

As soon as the contract was signed, the demon could - and did - step through the summoning circle. He lifted one hand, raising the temperature of the room enough to get the dragon sweating, savoring the sight of the little droplets popping out along his new slut's scaly chest, down his thighs, along his groin and cock and along his balls. Considering the little sweat streams coming from the floor, he imagined that the dragon's feet were getting a good little toasting, too, making them nice and hot for later.

With the mage blushing, it was as good a time as any to start. Azorious turned his finger in a circle, a deep smirk on his face as he made his first command.

"Turn."

"Yes, sir."

'Sir' had a nice sound to it, and Azorious crossed his arms this time, watching as his new dragon turned in place. The view of that rounded rump from the side was nice, and he could only imagine how that thing would clap when he started stuffing it properly. Unlike Lykus, that scaly butt was bigger, nearly horse-sized in its own way, and rather than the muscular cheeks that he was used to pounding, those ones looked like they had some jiggle to them.

Probably from the dragon sitting around and doing more scholarly things most of his life. Not a bad thing, at all, and it would be nice to have some variety.

"Tail up," he said, and Draconicon lifted his tail on command, showing off the swell of those cheeks. "Mmm, when was the last time that you got stuffed back there?"

"A few weeks ago."

"By?"

"A leopard."

"You're going to take something much bigger from me."

"That's the hope."

"Good, good..."

"Just don't expect much -"

"I'll expect everything that the contract allows me, Drac...trust me. I'll expect everything that the contract allows."

And he knew what the dragon wanted, just as he knew what the dragon didn't want. Unlike his wolf friend, Drac didn't have that oral need, that hunger to shove a cock down his throat and feel it spasming and squirting, oozing and dripping. There was no hunger to blow other men. Instead, the black dragon had a deep hunger for something else, something deep inside of his ass...

And a desire to be shown off.

As soon as his contracted slut finished that first spin, Azorious snapped his fingers. Obsidian shackles with red and purple runes on them appeared out of mid-air, floating down to the dragon's ankles. Draconicon blinked, almost pulling back before Azorious held up a finger.

"Ah-ah-ah."

"What?"

"No complaining. No fighting."

"..."

"And besides, you want someone to shackle you, force you to show off..."

"Nnngh..."

"It's not so fun when you're doing it of your own free will. I can taste that. You want me to make you."

"I..."

"Stay right there."

The dragon did, and Azorious - as if he needed it - got confirmation that he was right. The dragon's cock started rising, the foreskin peeling back from the tip ever so slightly. The hint of dragon musk in the air was getting stronger, cock-scent being added to foot-scent and sweat-scent as the dark shackles hovered near the dragon's ankles. They twinkled in the light of their combined magics, clicking like chomping jaws near the dragon's feet.

Click, click, click they went, and as if the sound was a teasing touch, the dragon's cock kept rising. The black dragon's cheeks burned so bright that his face looked more like a red dragon's, or some demon-touched plaything rather than the proud mage that he always presented himself as. Azorious's own cock was already rising from his sheath, the black shaft spilling out and falling down like a stiff tree being felled in a forest, tip soaked with pre-cum in anticipation.

Finally, he couldn't wait any longer. He snapped his fingers once more, and the shackles clicked closed. Draconicon shivered, his toes curling in sharp points against the rock beneath his feet, and the dragon bit his lips as his cock reached full erection from foot-bondage alone.

"My, my, what an eager slut."

"Mmmph...not so...eager."

"To act like one, no. But to be forced to be one...to have no choice..."

"Mmmph..."

"Any demon would beg to see you like this," Azorious said, taking a step forward so that they could be face to face, so he could grab those balls and give them a good fondle. "You would make me the envy of all of hell, if they could see you right now. Your legs shackled like a slave, your cock throbbing up for me, your face as red as any demon's. You look like what they crave...and what I have wanted for far too long."

"Ha..."

"Your cock...shouldn't be so free, should it?"

"...Are you going to -"

"For the week, it's mine. And it will reflect that."

Azorious smirked, half-expecting the dragon to fight, but as he drew his finger along the base of that thick, uncut cock, as he drew his power in a ring around the base of that hefty cock and heavy balls, he felt nothing. Nothing but that throbbing, horny hunger, and - of course - all that magical power that his contracted slut had in those heavy balls. They were always so eager, always so full, and as he teased them, he could feel the magic just inside. An aura of power that would be so easy to tap, and impossible for most demons to resist.

He was not most demons. He had sufficient power...and the dragon was a friend. Perhaps, later, he would drain a little for their games, but for now...he would have his fun.

As the ring began to take shape, the same dark obsidian with red and purple runes that the shackles were made of, he channeled a different spell into that cock. Draconicon gasped as the changes began, the white-eyed dragon looking down and going wide-eyed.

"Oh, fuck..."

"A simple cock, so bland and shapeless, is not that interesting for a demon such as myself."

"Nnngh..."

"Grow...swell...change."

The black dragon's cock was already quite large, of course, standing at fourteen inches long and nearly fist-thick. The head was shimmering, almost purple with how hard the dragon was, and soaked with pre-cum, but for the purposes of the demon's pleasure, he wanted to bring out something more...heh, more true to the dragon's horny nature, something more uncontrolled, something more desperate for pleasure.

And what was more desperate for pleasure than a stallion that had yet to empty his balls? He traced his finger around that swelling ring, the wrinkling flesh, the shifting scales around the dragon's groin. Those heavy, scaly balls were falling further down, getting firmer, more leathery and heavily scented, while the shaft started to swell towards the midpoint. A firm ring appeared, getting thicker and more visible with each passing second, and Azorious licked his lips as he traced his other hand along the underside of the shaft right to the swelling head.

"You always liked horse cocks, didn't you, dragon?"

"Mmmph...ah...they're so..."

"Big."

"Uh-huh."

"And bestial."

"Mmmph."

"And so much drippier even than a dragon," Azorious said, squeezing his hand right under the flaring, transforming head of that cock. "And that's what you want...something obvious...impossible to hide...just a little embarrassing for all to see..."

The dragon nodded without thinking, only to burn with embarrassment immediately after. But his cock? Oh, it swelled and throbbed, adding two more inches to its length, coming up to a full sixteen inches with the head swollen and needy. It was something that only the most gifted of anal sluts would be able to take, and that was fine. Azorious didn't plan on letting the dragon fuck anyone but disobedient, difficult imps with it in the near-future, and he didn't care what they said about their assholes getting reamed by something too big.

He smiled as the cock-ring at the base kept it good and hard, firm and stiff. It was going to be that way for a long time, if he had anything to say about it, and, of course, he did. For the next week, he owned that cock, owned those balls, owned everything that the dragon took pleasure from, and that? That was hot as hell.

He stroked himself with his free hand once the change was done, running his hand up and down his shaft, from the tapered tip all the way down to the thick black knot at the base. He walked around his slave, teasing him, stroking the tip against those scaly hips and leaving trickles of oozing, musky goo all over him.

"You're enjoying yourself, right?" he asked.

"Mmmph...maybe..."

"Maybe?"

"Maybe a little," the dragon muttered.

"Oh, don't lie to me."

Another finger-snap, and the dragon's heels came right off the ground. Draconicon almost fell backwards, almost cracked his head, and would have if it wasn't for the fact that Azorious was standing right there, holding him by the back of his head, catching him as easily as a dancer would catch their partner in a dip. The wolf demon smirked with all the smugness that was his due, shaking his head.

"You know what you are..."

"You...asshole."

"My cock, your asshole, soon enough."

"Nngh."

"But first...let me make a few adjustments to my shiny, shimmery, sweaty property."

He left a shimmer of a spell behind the dragon's back, keeping Drac from tumbling to the floor, and walked around to stand at the dragon's floating feet again. For all that he teased, feet weren't really a kink of his. Oh, he knew that Lykus had started taking a liking to them, that he enjoyed footjobs and being under-paw, and that the wolf had started taking some interest in licking them and staring at them when someone was walking along barefoot. That was all fine; he had his own tastes, and they didn't include such submissive things.

Teasing those that did enjoy it, however...

He grabbed the dragon's left foot, thumb digging into the arch and giving it a light prick with his claws. Draconicon hissed, arching his back and huffing under his breath, and Azorious smiled indulgently.

"Look at that. Soles so sensitive already?"

"A little."

"Looks like you have all the targets a demon could want."

"What do you - ah!"

He cut off the dragon's question with another little prod. These soles were quite sensitive already, and he knew from his own powers, his own demonic spells, what Drac liked down there. He enjoyed them being licked, yes, but the dragon was also one to torment his soles. Whether from sharp pricks, electric spells, or other, more traditional punishments, he liked having his feet put on display and 'tortured.'

"Look at them. Such soft soles, demanding to be used," the demon said. "You flaunt them as if you want someone to worship them, but we both know where your lusts get really stirred. You show them off so that someone can shackle them, trap them, put them up for someone to squeeze, tease...Mark."

Draconicon bit his lips, but that throbbing horse cock was all that one needed to watch to know what he really liked. That throbbing thing bounced every time that Azorious hit the mark. He didn't even need his powers to know that he was getting it right. He chuckled as he traced a finger along the sole, watching as the dragon's toes curled, as his feet twitched and dripped with sweat.

"Such sensitive things. I know a number of imps that would pay plenty of sole currency to have these shoved through portals to hell, to have your feet offered up as playthings. I could make a fortune off you."

Another tease, another demand that he would never actually fulfill, but the dragon liked it. He loved being someone's treasure like that, and the demon was feasting off the pleasure and lust that such words brought out of the beast below him. Draconicon was huffing, panting, oozing pre-cum all over his chest without even touching himself, and Azorious gluttonously fed on it all.

With a flick of his hands, he forced the dragon's legs apart, the toes pointing to the ceiling, but giving those new horse balls and that thick cock plenty of space to be displayed. The sac hung low, nearly falling over the dragon's asshole, and Draconicon hissed as that new weight hit the end of its tether.

"Mmmph!"

"Heh, what's the matter?"

"So...big."

"Big things have their price."

"Nnngh...apparently..."

"And they're all the hotter for it. Just like you're getting more and more appealing the more that I perfect you, my prize slut..."

Azorious stepped between the dragon's spread legs, rubbing his fingers up the scaly thighs to those low-hangers. The balls were so full, already, but they could be made to produce even more, made to drip, made to churn incessantly. Such things were of great value to the demon, and he grinned to himself as he rubbed them, each orb halfway to the size of his fist already.

A little magic made them jerk upwards, almost like they were forced to orgasm, but not quite. The dragon arched his back as if it had been, squirting a shot of transparent pre-cum over his face and onto the wall behind him, anyway.

"Ah...ah..."

"That's it...Let's improve those."

"What did you - nnngh! Ah...ah...ah!"

The sudden surprised groans of pleasure, the panting whispers of need, were like a three-course meal at a five-star restaurant for the incubus. He hummed to himself, barely keeping his tail from wagging as he enjoyed the pulsing pleasure that rolled off his little slave. Every little pulse, every little shimmer of need was getting more and more intense, particularly as the red spell-runes that he'd just left behind started to glow that much brighter, and the balls that they were written on started sagging and filling up more and more.

"A prize stud shouldn't have anything less than full balls at any time," Azorious said, rolling the swelling orbs between his hands. They were large enough that even Lykus, that desperate cum-slut, wouldn't be able to drain them completely, and they were constantly refilling, too. "Now, let's see how long you can last...and how much of a meal you can give your master."

He pushed that sac up, having to rest it over the dragon's thigh as he felt for that pucker. He expected something with some experience, and he found it, the wrinkled flesh between the cheeks giving way to the slightest pressure from his fingers. They sank in almost instantly, and the black dragon huffed, groaning as a clawed finger worked its way deeper and deeper, rubbing right over his prostate.

"Mmmm, look at that. So eager."

"Mmmph...that's the button...for everyone."

"And particularly for show-off sluts."

"Ha..."

"How much would you crave having an audience, my dragon?" Azorious whispered. "How bad do you want others to know what you are...to abuse it...to have to climb back up from the bottom..."

"Mmmph...more than...more than a little tempting..."

"Shall I show them?"

He could. He could display this to the whole city, if the dragon really wanted a dom that would take it that far. And he had no doubt that the mage could cover himself, find a way to bring himself back to the top after that sort of humiliation. Draconicon had done many impossible things, and this was part of his contract. Azorious would take it that far, if he was asked.

But the dragon hesitated, and he knew that it wasn't time for that. So, instead, the demon wolf chuckled as he changed tacks.

"But why should I share my treasure with them, hmm? Why should I show off what's mine before I've marked it properly?"

That got a clench around his fingers, and he knew that he'd picked the right thing. He drew his hand back, rubbing his fingers against the dragon's thighs before bringing his dick up. Big, massive, mighty to the point of dwarfing the horse cock that he'd given the dragon, his cock was the sort of thing that broke bitches. In fact, some lesser demons had named it such: the Bitch-Breaker, the thing that shattered anyone less than him. He had used it to put countless lesser demons and corrupted souls in their place.

He could use it here, for that same purpose. He could have reached past the bounds of his contract to corrupt the dragon, to push him further, to see just how much that they could do when the dragon was completely broken in...

But he didn't. Not just because of the contract, but out of mutual respect.

"Take it, slut...take it and show me just how much you're worth."

That loose pucker tightened around the tapered tip of his cock, squeezing down hard at the tip for a split-second before loosening enough for him to start sliding forward properly. The heat within was enough to make him grin, and he sighed as he felt that hole clenching and rippling every few inches as the dragon got used to the extreme stretch that was an incubus's cock.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Always in for a few inches, pulling out to make that pucker pop, and then pushing in again, just a bit further than the last time. He kept his attention on the dragon's eyes, his face, and the tightness and clenching down below. Any sign of pain, and he would have had to adjust himself, to take a different approach to his pleasure, but the dragon never gave any sign. He wanted this.

No. He needed this.

As Draconicon closed his eyes, clearly lost to the pleasure of the moment, Azorious gave himself a moment to appreciate the dragon's ass. It really was a treasure with how well it took his cock, and it didn't take long before his knot was knocking on that wrinkled pucker, grinding on it and nudging it for entry. Draconicon's toes curled, his raised feet showing his pleasure as much as his dripping cock was, and that heavy sac was barely staying where it was, trying to contract and rise up rather than resting on the dragon's thigh.

"Heh, taking it well. How long have you been practicing for me?" he asked.

"Nnngh...long enough."

"So you have been practicing."

"Nnngh! Just - just shut up and -"

"Oh, no. You're not getting off that easy. You're mine for the week, and I'm going to make full use of that. And you."

In, out, in, out, taking his time to angle his cock up to reach the dragon's prostate every time, enjoying the sight of that oversized horse cock swaying back and forth, slapping against the dragon's chest and oozing pre-cum all over him. Pre-cum and sweat mixed together to create an extra-oily, thick and musky layer over those scales, and he sucked in the smell with a deep sniff. He groaned, his cock swelling and throbbing all the harder in that increasingly loose dragon pucker.

He imagined what the week ahead was going to be like, from the various ways that he'd pose and control the dragon to the various orgasms that he'd force from him. He imagined what he'd do to make his slut face a window and jerk off towards the city, grinding his cock against the window for all to see, to the day that he filmed the dragon's debauchery in front of him, encouraging him to put those feet to work as demonic pre-cum slimed them up and added even more sensitivity to them for later. Perhaps he'd even drag Lykus in on that, keeping the dragon's cock drained again and again, keeping that fat horse cock down the wolf's throat as a perpetual milking device while he worked this ass over and over again.

Too many thoughts, too many fantasies to keep the average male from blowing his load. Azorious debated between knotting that pucker and giving the dragon a creampie, or giving him a mark. The answer, it turned out, was easy.

Just as Draconicon was arching his back, clearly ready to blow his load, Azorious whipped his cock free. Draconicon gasped, his eyes wide, only to moan and buck against empty air as the wolf demon sprayed his seed all over those black soles. Thick white lines oozed over his toes, between them, webbing the spaces in between, only to ooze in long, broken, jagged lines down the balls of his feet towards the arches.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

"Heheh, you like wearing my scent-mark, hmmm?" Azorious smirked, rubbing the seed in with his thumbs, almost massaging them in. "Good. You'll be smelling like me all week."

"Promises, promises."

"Oh, it's going to happen." Azorious smiled. "Because that's what you want."

"Why do you think I picked you?" Draconicon smiled. "You can read that part of my mind, at least."

"Indeed. And you need a break."

"...Okay, maybe a little."

"You do. And then, we'll get you knotted proper. Maybe in front of a mirror."

"Mmmph...fuck."

This was going to be a fun week, a very fun week indeed.

The End

Summary: Azorious is summoned to fulfill the needs of an old friend, and in a surprising way for the incubus.

Tags: M/M, Dragon, Draconicon, Wolf, Demon, Azorious, Contract, Summons, Size Difference, Hyper Cock, Sheath, Wolf Cock, Horse Cock, Transformation, Musk, Sweat, Shackles, Cum, Orgasm, Seed, Cum on Feet, Teasing, Incubus,