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Nerai's husky voice echoed off of the plastered walls, his strange chants reverberating against his eardrums. His claws dug into the wooden floor as he squatted above a circle of crimson pigment. He held a lit match to the wicks of pearlescent candles. Flames flickered against his lavender palm. Ochre stained his fingers. The scent of cheap wax perforated the air.

The dragon then stepped back and checked his demonomicon, not breaking his chant. Circle, done. Candles, chants, writ of summoning. All done. He inhaled deeply and clutched the bridge of his nose. He then closed the tome, throwing it to the side. A plume of dust arose as it thumped against the ground. After hours of preparation, everything was ready.

Nerai crouched down before the summoning circle and brandished a pin from his pocket, strange syllables still spilling from his maw. He held the small prick above the fire and watched as its tip glowed orange. He then tensed and plunged the prick into his palm, a drop of blood trickling across his finger. Blood of a virgin...done.

The droplet then plunked unceremoniously into the summoning circle. Immediately the sigils of the pentagram began to vibrate. Imperceptibly at first, then violently. The floor shook and creaked under the weight of an unseen force. Screeches of brass emanated from the circle as its paint distorted and writhed. The surface of its center darkened and bubbled, as if replaced with pitch-black tar.

Nerai smiled wildly. It worked! He fell backwards and planted his palms on the ground, holding himself steady as the foundations of his house shook. Dust fell from the ceiling. Creaking emanated from the walls. The amateur summoner wondered whether it would've been better to do this outside.

From within the tar-like circle, clawed fingers emerged and grasped its rim. Horns, followed by a head matted with wavy black hair. Scarlet eyes shone from the shadowy figure's face. Its mouth gaped as the figure pulled itself into the open air. A pair of round breasts, covered in black lace, nestled above an exposed tummy. Dark grey fur studded with brown flecks. And as it brushed its hair aside, Nerai noticed its goat-like face. Its hooves clacked on the floorboards.

Nerai was frozen on the ground, staring upward in awe. His gaze met the demon's. And for a moment, neither spoke. The rumbling and creaking ceased. Perfect stillness overtook them.

The demon leaned nonchalantly on one leg, thrusting one hip outward. They observed their surroundings, and said:

"This summoning circle is terrible."

Nerai narrowed his brow. "Well, hello to you, too," he croaked. He stood on unsteady legs, brushing off his pants. "Um, so I'm not really sure how to do this, but..."

The goat waved dismissively and ignored Nerai, bending downward and lifting a candle to their face. "Where are these candles from? Bed, Bath, and Beyond?" More silence as the demon inspected Nerai's work. The dragon was too gobsmacked to speak.

The demon rolled their eyes. They said, "Ah. Yankee Candle. Whatever." They then threw the candle to the side and stared downward at Nerai. The boy was at least a foot shorter. They asked, "So, what do you want, small fry?"

Nerai fumbled to find the right words. "I-I was looking to make a deal to, um, do magic. Real magic. I'm a magician, but..." The dragon fumbled for his deck of cards, revealing them from his jacket pocket. "I mean, you're a demon, right? I want to make a deal. I'll sell my soul, whatever. I just want to be a real mage. So I can finally make some money doing what I love."

The goat furrowed their brow. A troubled smirk flashed across their maw. They commanded, "Show me your demonomicon."

Nerai hurried to the tattered tome and served it to the demon, who took it wordlessly in their hands. They flipped through its pages, ignoring the plumes of dust which arose from within. The dragon just watched, unsure of what to do.

"What kind of demon did you mean to summon?" The goat asked, not looking up from the tome's pages.

Nerai responded, "V-Vassago. I meant to summon Vassago."

The goat waved their hand. "Oh, yeah. That guy's all sorts of busy." They then placed the tome down on the floor and sighed, pointing to the circle's edge. "You got the northeast sigil wrong. I'm actually a lust demon, you see. It's a common enough mistake."

The dragon frowned. He looked aside. "Oh. So I'm guessing you can't make a deal with

me, then."

"Hmm." A curious hum arose from the demon's chest as they considered their answer.

They cradled their chin in their paw, staring at Nerai like a predator eyeing its prey. "Well, lust demons can make deals, too." They outstretched their hand. "Maybe we can work something out. My name is Kazimir."

Nerai gingerly grasped Kazimir's hand. The goat's long black nails curled around his palm.

"I'm Nerai. So, um... will you, like, you can grant me magic powers? And you'll take my soul in return? I'm new to this."

Kazimir chuckled. "Yes, dear. I can grant you magic powers. But I'm a bit of a lesser demon. I'm not allowed to claim your soul or anything like that." They stared into the distance. "I take a more... direct form of payment."

The dragon smiled nervously. "Direct... payment? Like, sex?"

Kazimir's then eyes fixated on Nerai's body. Their gaze traced from his snout to his feet, inspecting every inch. The boy's scales were a beautiful shade of violet, complemented well by his icy blue eyes. He wore a floral button-up and cheap black slacks, through which a clear bulge was visible. Kazimir salivated thinking about what the dragon was capable of.

The truth was that Kazimir had never made such a deal before. Sure, they'd seduced mortals at their lowest to do all kinds of things in the past - to become lowly sex slaves in accordance with their deepest desires - but not once had someone asked for anything in return. But as Kazimir stared at this lowly dragon, a great energy emanated from his figure.

Kazimir had heard of this type of thing before, but had never witnessed it in-person. Dragons were known to harbor a certain affinity for the thaumaturgic; their essence was valuable as a magical conduit. Very valuable. If Kazimir could make a deal with Nerai, they could boost their own power, like a radio signal being amplified. And of course, having sex with a dragon wouldn't hurt, either.

Kazimir grinned, placing a hand on their hip. "A deal with me would entail sex, yes. I'm a lust demon. It's my job to produce pleasure." They stepped closer to Nerai, gazing into his eyes. "How about this? We can make a two-year contract. I'll grant you magic powers in exchange for your obedience."

"Wh-what kind of powers?" Nerai sputtered.

The goat smiled. They snapped their fingers, causing a small flame to dance above their hand. Another snap, and the deck of cards flew out from Nerai's claws. Each floated single-file through the air, drifting downward to sit in Kazimir's palm. Nerai's jaw dropped as they formed a neat stack in their clutch.

"With something like this, you could fool audiences the world over. And the best part? No one would be able to explain how you do it," Kazimir said. They handed the cards back to Nerai, who accepted the stack with a shaking palm. The goat then took his hand in theirs. "Think about it. You could be buried under five feet of cement and escape seamlessly. You could jump out of a plane without a parachute and escape unscathed. Hell, you could even remain underwater for an hour without breathing. Audiences would eat it up."

Nerai gulped. Their hands fidgeted. "Y-yeah?"

Kazimir chuckled. "Yeah. How does being the 'Invincible Dragon' sound to you?"

A troubled expression passed over Nerai's maw. "How often would we need to have sex?" he asked.

The demon shrugged in response. They said, "Whenever I feel like it, dear. But don't worry. I would never let my lust get in the way of your career. If anything, consider it a bonus."

Nerai rubbed his forehead, staring away. He said, "I don't know. This all seems too good to be true."

Sensing the dragon's hesitation, Kazimir leaned toward him. They ran their paw from his hand along his arm, feeling along the ridges of his tendons. The dragon's muscles bulged from beneath his scales. The slightest view of his toned pecs peeked from beneath his shirt. Kazimir nearly salivated as they hooked their paw around his shoulder.

They said, "How about I show you how I do things now? And you can decide afterward. That way we can make an informed decision."

Nerai's jaw shook. His body then melted into Kazimir's soft embrace. Their soft fur, their plump breasts, pressed against his chest. He knew he was somehow being deceived. He wanted to say no. But what he actually said was: "S-sure. Let's do it."

Jackpot.

Kazimir flashed a devilish grin before leaning in for a kiss, devouring Nerai's maw. Their breath smelled of smoke and herbs, like patchouli and sage burning on an open fire. The scent intoxicated Nerai. Kazimir swabbed Nerai's mouth harshly with their tongue, holding the back of his head tightly. Their nails dug into his back as they pulled the dragon close.

Nerai couldn't help but squeal helplessly. Despite Kazimir's unassuming appearance, their grip was frighteningly strong. He wrapped himself as best he could around their curves, hugging their warm fur against his cool scales.

Shaking, Nerai felt Kazimir's tongue tense and retract. The demon suddenly pulled themselves away from Nerai, swiveling their head around the room.

"I-is something wrong?" Nerai asked.

Without speaking, Kazimir reached under the dragon's arms and lifted him up, casually carrying him to a nearby wall. They then pinned him to the surface by his shoulders, watching gleefully as Nerai's face blushed.

"Y-you can just pick me up?!" Nerai exclaimed.

Kazimir laughed. "Of course I can. This body is a mere illusion," they explained. "I can manipulate its form and strength as much as I'd like."

Nerai tilted his head. "So if this body is an illusion... what do you really look like?" he asked.

The demon's slitted pupils flared. For only a moment, flames flared behind them. "Don't ask questions you don't want answered," Kazimir replied.

They then forced themselves once more onto Nerai, burying their tongue in his maw. The dragon's body was wholly violated. Kazimir's crotch pressed up against Nerai's as they steadily ground themselves on him. The warmth of their spade made Nerai squirm. He was merely a toy for them; something to be used for their pleasure. And, rather than feeling used, Nerai felt aroused.

Kazimir held their face close to Nerai's, their hot breath spilling across his face. He felt like prey in the face of a predator. "Are you a good boy?" the goat asked.

"H-huh?"

The demon squeezed Nerai's shoulders. "I'll ask again. Are you a good boy?" they repeated. "I ask because... well, I only let good boys inside of me."

Nerai's brain short-circuited. His blood ran from his brain to his pants, making him shiver. "Y-yes. I'm a good boy. You can use me."

Satisfied, Kazimir chuckled and backed away, releasing their prize. Nerai nearly fell to

the ground, but managed to stay upright. His vision swam as he regained his breath.

Kazimir motioned to a wooden chair which sat against a nearby wall. "Sit there," they commanded. "And I'll show you what it means for me to make a deal with you. Oh, and take your clothes off."

Nerai's heart jumped. He hastily removed his shirt and pants, suddenly vulnerable in front of the creature who could rip him apart in an instant. He then sat awkwardly on the rickety wooden chair. He felt Kazimir's gaze burn into him, but he didn't dare look them in the eyes.

The goat was surprised at how beautiful the dragon's body was. His arms and legs were surprisingly robust. With every movement, the boy's muscles rippled, causing his shining violet scales to ripple like waves. His chest, belly, and package were covered in thinner, softer lavender scales.

Kazimir's gaze then shifted to observe the dragon's package. His penis was larger than anticipated, quivering in the open air. Its tip flared in anticipation as Nerai was pierced by the demoness's gaze. Rounded draconic spikes studded its shaft, giving his member a ribbed appearance. Small purple veins steadily pumped it full of blood.

With a snap, Kazimir's clothes fizzled into dark smoke. Their large breasts hung above their tummy, cloaked in grey fur. Their dark, engorged nipples made Nerai's heart skip a beat. The goat's thighs were chubby and plush, between which nestled their slit, barely visible. Flecks of chocolate-colored fur clustered around their round tummy and inner thighs, almost beckoning Nerai inward.

Kazimir then stepped slowly toward the helpless dragon, flitting their short tail behind them, and lowered themselves onto him with a hefty sigh. Nerai's cock laid flush between their thighs, resting against a plume of soft pubic fur. A moment of silence as they appreciated each others' touch. Kazimir placed their claws over Nerai's shoulders.

"Are you ready, little one?" Kazimir asked.

"Y-yes," Nerai replied.

Kazimir then shifted themselves upward and took Nerai in their hand, guiding him inside of themselves. A gasp as Nerai greeted their insides for the first time. Their face contorted in pleasure, staring down at their prey through half-lidded eyes.

Nerai's mind nearly broke upon feeling Kazimir's warmth. His cock flared uncontrollably. The feeling of being pinned and used by such a terrifying creature... it made him feel helpless. And, more than that, he felt aroused. He felt desired, needed, in a way he had never experienced before. His hips bucked inside the warmth of Kazimir's sheath. A pathetic moan escaped his maw as he felt himself enveloped.

The goat quivered as they slowly ground themselves on Nerai, making sure not to crush him under their weight. With every movement they had to suppress the urge to unleash their full strength; even a dragon wouldn't be able to withstand such pressure. So they rode Nerai as gently as they could, savoring the sensation of his glans rubbing against their insides, his studs rubbing against the entrance to their pussy.

"You know," Kazimir teased between gasps, "I give you permission to cum inside."

Nerai's eyes widened. "R-really? That isn't, um, bad?"

Kazimir shot back, "I'm a demon. I'm giving you the privilege of claiming my womb. Or, will you not take it?"

The dragon's chest fluttered. His ears folded back in a show of submission. His dick throbbed. He whined, "I-I'll do it."

"Good boy," Kazimir said, and resumed riding him. With every movement, Nerai's body seemed to tense more and more. The dragon couldn't bring himself to meet the demoness's gaze, too flustered and blushy to admit he was being conquered. His chest rose and fell in rapid succession. His hands grasped desperately at Kazimir's thighs, trying to pull the demon closer onto himself. All the while, pathetic gasps erupted from his maw as he struggled against the demoness's embrace.

"Aww! Getting close, are we?" Kazimir cooed. "You're adorable when you're squirming like this." They traced a claw along his bare chest, scratching their prey's tummy lightly.

Nerai could hardly respond. Just more moans and squeals. His tail thumped on the ground underneath Kazimir's ass. No coherent thoughts could form in his mind, utterly overwhelmed by the smoky scent of Kazimir's musk.

The demon then intensified their grinding, slamming themselves down repeatedly onto Nerai's cock. The chair's wood creaked as they repeatedly forced Nerai inside themselves, savoring the sensation of Nerai's cock pressing against their womb. Lust leaked from their pussy, coating the dragon's groin in sticky precum. Their breathing became unsteady and fanatic.

"Who's a - ah - good boy?" Kazimir asked.

"M-me," Nerai said. His voice was breathy and desperate. "I'm your good boy."

Nerai's eyes were half-lidded, his consciousness hazy. That dazed, submissive look on his face turned Kazimir on. He had fully submitted; it was time to seal the deal. It was time to make him fully theirs.

"Ah! Kazimir! I-I'm gonna-"

"There we go, baby. Cum in me!" Kazimir moaned, feeling herself clench around Nerai's cock. They slammed themselves down onto Nerai one final time, pulling him deep inside.

Just as Kazimir felt Nerai's cum enter themselves, their balance gave out. The cracking of wood. Before they knew it, the pair were keeling over onto the hard floor in a terrifying haze of adrenaline and oxytocin. The demon reached out just in time to prevent Nerai's head from hitting the floor.

Suddenly aware of his surroundings, Nerai steadied himself and looked panickedly toward the chair. "It broke!" he said, holding his head in his hands. "Fuck! My grandma made me that chair!"

Kazimir stood and brushed themselves off, cum dripping from their pussy. "Oh, come on. With my magic, you can make a thousand more chairs."

Nerai turned to them, the emotional whiplash of sorrow and arousal making their head spin. "R-right. We were having sex," he said.

Kazimir raised an eyebrow. "Were?" they asked. "I'm not done yet." They snapped one final time, and almost instantly a cloud of smoke surrounded their genitals. When the smoke cleared, a penis sat where her slit once was.

"Open up," Kazimir ordered.

Nerai recoiled. "H-huh?"

Kazimir rolled their eyes. "C'mon. I know how horny you are. You don't have to pretend anymore. So open up, slut."

The dragon stared for a moment in disbelief, but then his eyes glazed over as he accepted his fate. Kazimir walked to him, cum still running down their thighs.

"I'll consider this an acceptance of my deal, by the way," Kazimir said. They pet the top of Nerai's head. "Are you ready to submit to me?"

Nerai nodded. "I-I don't care. I'll do this every day. Please, just... fuck me already."

The demon smiled. They grimaced as they entered the dragon's warm maw. Nerai wrapped his long, draconic tongue around its glans, cradling its shaft against his tongue. Kazimir's tail flitted happily as they slowly inched themselves further inside.

"I see your gag reflex is weak," Kazimir teased. They gripped Nerai's horns. "Good. You're gonna need that."

Nerai could only release a muffled whine in response. Kazimir began to pump themselves quickly in and out of Nerai's maw, going deeper inside him with every hump. A bulge emerged on Nerai's neck as Kazimir grew inside him. Bitter, acrid precum dripped down the back of Nerai's throat.

"Taste good, sweet thing?" Kazimir teased.

Nerai nodded, greedily drinking the demon's lust. His eyes returned to their vacant state as he allowed Kazimir to use his throat. His cock remained erect, dripping cum onto the floor. He shook in anticipation as he prepared for Kazimir to inseminate his throat.

Kazimir grunted, pushing Nerai harshly onto their groin. "You want my cum?" Kazimir snarled. "Show me that you want it, slut."

The dragon whined, thrusting Kazimir's dick inside himself and massaging it with his throat. His tail swished along the floor, sending dust flying into the air. His body quivered. The pungent and sour smell of their pubic fur invaded his nostrils.

Kazimir's rhythm then began to break down. Their steady humping became frantic and desperate. Their cock throbbed and flared against Nerai's insides. Their knuckles harshly grasped the dragon's horns. A moan erupted from their lips as their abdominals began to tense.

"N-Nerai! Ah! Keep going! Good boy!"

Kazimir thrusted themselves deeply into Nerai's maw for the final time, pushing his nose flush against their pubic fur. Their cock quivered uncontrollably as a guttural growl erupted from Kazimir's maw. Load after load of thick, gooey cum crept down the back of Nerai's throat, filling his tummy with love.

The demon moaned and pet Nerai's hair as he milked the last of their seed. Quiet as Nerai dutifully massaged Kazimir's cock. His mind was lost in bliss. The tang of Kazimir's lust filled his mouth.

The goat snarled, "You've done well for me, boy. I can't wait to see what we do next."

Nerai could only whine. The deal was done.