Devil's Bargain
Benet scoured his notes, and scrutinized his setup carefully: the candles were lit and properly arranged, the offering cup was filled with the ashes he had prepared the night before, and, most importantly, the summoning circle was immaculately drawn. He took a deep breath, then tossed the notebook aside and knelt in front of the cup. Years of study, months of preparation, had all led to this moment. Soon, the power he had dreamed of would be in his grasp.
The young cat drew the small blade from his waist as he began chanting the ritual spell. He paused the change just a moment to take a breath, steeling himself, and drew the blade sharply across his paw. It hurt more than he expected, but he gritted his teeth, forcing himself to continue through the pain. He squeezed his paw, and blood dripped into the ashes in the cup before him. He raised the knife in his other paw and continued chanting.
Did he imagine it, or were the chalk lines of the summoning circle glowing? Was the room growing warmer? Was there a faint smell of fresh fire? He ignored it - they could all be tricks of the mind, and he needed to complete the spell without interruption.
Wisdom. Wealth. Women. Everything he could ever want would be his for the taking. Don't get distracted. It was a long ritual, but he had rehearsed it for nearly a year. He closed his eyes as he neared the conclusion.
The effect at the end was unmistakable - a hot gust of wind which seemed to blow out from the center of the circle snuffed the candles, plunging the dim room into darkness. When he pronounced the last syllable, a bright red flash glowed even through his closed eyelids.
Silence.
Benet opened his eyes, but there was nothing out of the ordinary in the dark room. The summoning circle was empty, and other than the candles, everything was as it had been thirty minutes earlier. Maybe there had just been a gust of wind through an open window somewhere, and he had imagined everything after all.
He waited several minutes, silently pleading for something to happen, then sighed heavily, shoulders slumping. Another failure. He stood up, gingerly rubbing his face with his cut paw. He would need to disinfect that, then clean up the chalk and candle wax from the basement floor before his parents came home. Then, more research. He was close - even if this experiment failed, he knew he was close. He was just another layabout college dropout for now, but with just a little more work...
Boo
Benet jumped. He felt rather than heard the voice, felt it right behind him, hovering right behind his neck. He whirled around, clutching the knife fearfully, but there was still only the empty room.
He sighed again, and shook his head. He was so desperate for success he was letting his mind run wild on him.
"You really should be more careful when you're playing with demons."
This time, Benet froze. The tone was conversational, but something in it sent a lance of fear straight through his heart.
"You're not supposed to cross the circle, you know," the voice behind him continued.
Benet trembled, breathing in quiet little gasps, and slowly looked down at his feet. He wasn't in the circle, not really. Any reasonable person would say that he had barely grazed it with his foot, at most had stepped on the outer edge of the chalk. He hadn't really crossed it. Benet felt as if all the blood drained from his body, and broke out in a cold sweat. He knew he wasn't dealing with a reasonable person.
He stayed locked in place, too terrified to move, too terrified to look up. A darker shadow passed by his right shoulder, stood just a foot away from him. He couldn't make out more than a vague pair of legs in the darkness.
"Now then," said the figure, "Let there be light."
The candles instantly flared back up, a brilliant crimson flame dancing above each one. They cast a red glow across everything in the room, and Benet could now make out more detail of the figure in front of him - two black-furred legs, ending in wickedly sharp, polished black cloven hooves.
"Hmmm," the demon said thoughtfully, and Benet withered under his inspection. He felt as if his entire soul was on display - which, perhaps it was. "You wanted power, yes? Wanted to make a deal, hm? Wanted to take, little kitten?"
Benet swallowed, squeezed his eyes shut.
"Look at me when I'm speaking, boy!" the demon roared.
Benet couldn't resist the command - his eyes snapped open, and his head jerked up to stare at the pure black goat who was grinning wickedly back at him. The demon's horns curved flawlessly about his head, and the red glow from the candles made them look stained with blood. The goat's square pupils flicked over Benet.
"Hmm. Another cat. It's always you cats who go poking around, isn't it? Well, that's fine, I'll always take another cat."
The goat walked back around Benet's other side and disappeared behind him. No longer directly confronted by the demon, Benet managed to find his voice and squeaked out, "Please..."
There was a slow, thick chuckle from behind him.
"Yes. You will please me."
Benet whimpered, and the demon laughed again.
"How about a wager? After all, it's more fun for me if I give you a chance."
Benet's heart leapt. "What are the terms?" he squeaked.
The demon was suddenly pressed against his back. Benet flinched, but found himself unable to flee. The demon seemed unaffected by his fear. "I am going to fuck you. I am going to fill you with my seed. You will be marked forever. That is going to happen either way, kitten."
Benet trembled, started to cry.
"The wager is this: If you cum while I'm fucking you, I take your soul back with me. If you don't, then I'll leave you here, safe and sound." The demon licked one of Benet's ears salaciously, making him whimper pitifully. "Do you accept, kitten? Or would you prefer we just skip the formalities?"
Benet closed his eyes and mewled, "I accept."
Benet stood naked before the demon, unconsciously covering his sheath with his paws. He shivered under the hungry stare of the goat in front of him and tried not to look at the throbbing cock jutting out from the thick black fur of his crotch. Benet had seen goats in porn before, had always thought their cocks looked smaller and thinner than other species. Naturally, this demon didn't follow the trend.
"On your knees, kitten," the goat ordered.
Benet slowly sank to his knees - now that he was eye level with it, it was impossible not to stare at the goat's large red member. It waved hypnotically as the demon shifted on his hooves. Benet looked up, and met the demon's gaze, grinning sadistically down at him.
"Crawl over here, I can't fuck you from across the room."
Benet took a shaky breath, then crawled on paws and knees towards the demon, stopping just in front of him. He raised back up to his knees, and leaned back, trying to keep from coming into contact with the throbbing cock now inches from his face.
The demon grinned wider. "It won't bite," he said teasingly, then after a moment's thought, "This time."
Benet swallowed heavily. There was the unmistakable scent of virile maleness from the demon's member, but also the subtle smell of smoke and flint beneath it. His head swam under the assault of the powerful pheromones.
"Don't be shy now. Give it a kiss," the demon said, waving his cock just in front of Benet's nose.
Benet hesitated, then, knowing he had no choice, leaned forward and gently brushed his lips over the tip of the demon cock. His lips tingled where they made contact, and almost instantly the demon's cock sprayed a small jet of salty pre-cum across his mouth. The demon laughed.
"How cute! How chaste," he sneered. "The first kiss. But what I meant," he said, and gripped Benet's small head in one of his large, powerful hands, "Was a french kiss."
The demon's large cock penetrated Benet's mouth, and his sense of self-preservation was strong enough that he made no attempt to resist it. It forced his jaw open in one smooth, steady thrust. His entire mouth tingled and burned like it was filled with pepper. The demon didn't pause until the tip tickled the back of Benet's throat - Benet gagged involuntarily, but the demon just held his head in place as he writhed and choked. His eyes watered, and a near constant pulse of hot precum splashed against his tonsils, running down his chin to soak into his chest. He struggled to get his retching under control before he accidentally did something to upset the demon.
The demon goat said something else in a mocking voice, but Benet was too distracted to make it out. Suddenly, the cock pushed further. Benet retched painfully again, but the demon just kept shoving inexorably deeper. Benet's throat was spattered with the hot, salty precum, and he was forced to let it drain into his stomach. Finally, after a long minute, his burning throat grew used to the sensation, and his gagging lessened.
"Good kitten," the demon said, and then began to thrust.
Benet whimpered and gasped for air around the large cock, and continued to fight down the urge to vomit. The demon paid no mind to his discomfort, just kept drilling into his aching throat and pouring more and more pre into his stomach. Every thrust shoved Benet's nose into the demon's thick pubic fur, continuing to fill his mind with the smoky pheromones.
"Ready for your first taste?"
Benet went wide-eyed, and almost immediately felt a torrent of cum in his throat. Most of it ran straight down to his stomach, but a fair bit flooded back into his mouth and down his neck, coating his tongue in the demon's thick, salty seed. The demon continued thrusting into Benet's mouth through his orgasm, then pulled out and flopped his cock on the cat's face, rubbing out the remaining spurts of cum across his head as Benet spluttered and coughed.
Benet sobbed, trying to spit the vile tasting cum from his mouth, then pulled his head away from the still-pulsing cock and looked up at the demon. "Wager's over," he said weakly, and grasped his throat as it spasmed painfully. "I won. Now leave me."
The demon just smirked. "Did you think that was it? No, kitten, that was just foreplay. Now that we're both warmed up, the real fucking can start."
Benet started to protest, but before he could say anything the demon reached down and lifted him up by the waist, pulling him close. Benet yelped, then turned away, abashed at the sudden intimacy of their position. They were chest to chest, and if Benet turned back they would be face to face as well. The sticky mixture of cum and saliva on his chest was smearing into the demon's chest fur as well, and a similar mixture on the demon's cock was now spreading across the front of Benet's thighs.
"Isn't this romantic," the demon sneered, and Benet grew even more ashamed. The demon lifted him slightly, effortlessly, and tilted him so that Benet had to flail and then grab hold of the demon's shoulders to keep from falling backwards, and his legs instinctively wrapped around the demon's waist. Benet was practically sitting on the demon's hot, messy cock now. He could feel it pulsing under his sheath and along his ass cheeks.
"I-I-I'm not ready," Benet stammered lamely, desperately casting about for any escape from this predicament.
"Don't worry, kitten. I want you to enjoy this, after all."
The demon shifted his hands lower, grabbing either side of Benet's ass, and shifted him up again. Benet moaned in shock as the tip of the goat's cock speared his ass, and then smoothly continued in. The cum and saliva on the demon's rod was more than enough lubrication to ease his entry, and he was still spewing a constant stream of pre-cum that made the violation even easier. Benet's ass burned, but not so much in pain - it was a strange heat that radiated through his groin and up his spine. He was belatedly realizing that it was probably more than the demon's body heat he felt whenever he came into contact with his cock.
Benet mewled in defeat as he felt his rump come to rest on the demon's thighs, which devolved into whimpers as the hands on his ass tugged down gently, pressing another half-inch inside him. The demon was fully hilted
"Feel that, kitten? Can you feel me all the way inside you?"
Benet gasped as the demon lifted his ass again, then moaned loudly as he let him drop, impaling him once more and sending waves of heat through his body. The demon's precum had him completely lubed already, he could feel it dripping down along his limp tail. Without even realizing it, Benet had wrapped his arms around the demon's neck, was burying his face in his rough black scruff.
He had to hold on. All he had to do was not cum. It should be easy enough when he was being raped like this.
He was lifted again, dropped onto that thick cock again, moaned out loud again. All he could feel was that heat, that fullness inside him. Don't cum. Just don't cum. The goat picked him up, let him drop, and this time gave him no chance to recover. As soon as his ass clapped against the demon's thighs, he was pulled back up again. He grunted and moaned in time with the penetration, gripped himself to the demon's chest tighter as the speed increased.
"I'm sure by now you've figured out what's happening," the demon said. "There's an aphrodisiac on my cock that's burning away all of your resistance. You'll be begging for more of it soon enough."
The demon slammed the young cat's ass down particularly rough to accentuate his next thrust, eliciting a delectable squeal from his helpless prey.
"Do you know what's going to happen when I take your soul?"
Benet squeezed his eyes shut, but he couldn't stop the desperate sounds escaping his mouth. His own cock was now fully free of its sheath, and the sensation of it rubbing through the goat's fur was pushing him to the edge. He tried to focus on something, anything other than the pleasure being forced into his body, but was failing miserably. All he could do was ride the demon's cock and listen in rapt horror to his words.
"You'll stop existing. Like you were never born at all. Every trace of you gone," the demon taunted, never stopping his rhythm. He paused his monologue long enough to suck at one of the cat's ears, eliciting a whorish moan in response. "You'll be my toy forever, and whenever I'm in the mood to use you I'll pull your soul out of nothingness and fuck you like this again."
Benet shuddered and squeaked, and even he didn't know whether it was in fear or joy. Suddenly, the demon stopped. For a brief moment Benet felt a small surge of hope - had the beast cum inside him? Had he suceeded?
And then the demon crouched down, still impaled inside him, and leaned over so that Benet's back touched the ground. He removed his hands from Benet's ass, used them to pull the cat's arms from around his neck before he gripped him by the waist again. Benet's lower half was now on the ground, while his legs and waist dangled in the goat's unthinkably strong grip. Benet looked up, and all he could see was the demon leering down at him above his own throbbing, barbed cock.
Then the demon started fucking him properly.
Benet's prior exclamations were nothing compared to what he uttered next, guttural and animalistic cries of ecstasy. The demon used him like a cock sleeve, throwing his hips forward as he yanked Benet's hips back to meet his thrusts. With every thrust, Benet's cock leapt, threatening to explode at any moment. The only thing saving him was the tiny core of primal terror in his mind, screaming at him Don't cum! Don't cum! Don't cum!
Would it be that bad, though? An eternity of this pleasure, of being this demon's plaything, what was wrong with that?
Everything! Don't cum! Save your soul!
The demon started fucking him faster, and Benet screamed.
"Do you like that?" the demon asked casually, not even panting for all his exertion.
"Yes!" Benet couldn't help crying.
"What do you want?"
"You! Your cock! Fuck me!" Benet gasped, barely articulate.
"Don't you want to cum for me?"
Benet half-squealed, half-shrieked as his mind raged an internal war with itself.
"Hmmm," the demon mused, "You've got more resolve than I expected."
With little more fanfare than a reserved grunt, the demon started to cum inside him. Benet gasped, then squirmed happily at the sensation of being filled even further, while that tiny seed of logic crowed in triumph. He had done it! He was marked, forever tainted in unknowable ways by the hot, potent, delicious seed of a demon, but his soul was safe.
Suddenly, there was a hand around his shaft. Benet squealed again, and managed to squeak out, "Not... fair...!"
The demon just grinned down at him. "I never claimed it was a fair wager."
One slow stroke, and Benet groaned, "Noooo....!"
Two strokes, and Benet was humping weakly against the hand, his final bastion of sensibility rapidly dissolving.
Three strokes, and with a squeal that would make a whore blush, Benet came, spraying his seed across his own face while the demon grinned cruelly down at him.
The demon straightened, his cock still occasionally throwing thick cum into the now empty air, and looked around disinterestedly. Benet was gone, his existence erased, his soul already snatched to the demon's realm where he would exist as a plaything forever. The only sign that Benet had ever existed in this world was now a heavy splattering of cum on the floor, which his parents would surely be confused about later.
The goat demon sniffed, and stretched a kink in his neck. "What a dump," he muttered, and with that, was gone.