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Summoning a Lustful Familiar

For Catsithx

By Draconicon

Simon had lived too long on his own, and the black cat knew it. His research into the arcane and the mysteries of magic had been fruitful, of course, and the feline would not have traded that for the simple life of the academies and the 'normal' life of other spellcasters that were weaker than him, but that didn't mean that he wasn't aware of what he had missed out on. His body, in particular, had the same sort of pangs that other men had, and unlike them, he had intentionally isolated himself so that he would not be tempted.

But now, years later? Oh, he was tempted.

The black cat adjusted himself, his robe tented forward until he pushed his erection back and under the waistband of the cotton garment. He shook his head as he took another deep breath, taking his mind off his arousal and his need.

"This will be taken care of...soon enough."

Looking at the summoning circle that he had painted on the floor of his isolated home, he could only hope so. He had been alone for a very...very long time. His hand had done what it could, as it did for most men, but he had yet to have a woman around. A female of any sort had yet to grace his small manor.

Not for lack of temptation, though. He had more than once considered what it would be like to call a succubus from hell and have her put him through his paces, to see how well he could keep up with her, but his studies had made it clear what the price would be for that. Not his soul - they were plain enough about that - but enough of his power to not be worth it. He needed that, and they would claim as much as they could.

So, he waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Ten years of being alone, and now...now, he felt like he could wait no longer. The black cat walked around the circle, studying it from every angle, making sure that every last line that he had drawn was in the right place, that it had been arranged and set up in a way that the creature wouldn't break free. It was important that the bindings be there right from the start, otherwise these spells had a great risk of being incredibly dangerous to the caster.

Not that he was summoning a demon, even now. There were things that one didn't do if they wanted to maintain their pride, and summoning a demon was one of them. No, there were other creatures, many other creatures out there that would make a fine familiar, and there were others, still, that would make that deal and be...companionable.

He swallowed at the thought, his untouched dick twitching again. He irritably brushed it back, shaking his head.

"In a moment."

Simon turned his attention to the circle. It was perfect, as he'd known that it would be. It was time.

It was time.

He knelt down, his hands on the chalk lines that ran in circles through the room. They glowed as soon as he made contact, shimmering with the light of his magic being channeled through them. The cat formed the spell in his mind and began chanting, filling the room with the sound of magical words, the tones of which echoed back at him with each repetition. It didn't take long before the air, too, started to shimmer, hazing like a far-away thing on a hot day, leaving everything coated with the same sort of hazy barrier, making it hard to see details across the room.

But it was the tingle in the air that told him that the spell was working. That was the key, the power of magic that was being called from the other side. He pressed his hands more firmly to the ground, all but anchoring himself to it as he raised his voice, almost shouting to the other side for something to hear him. He called, he commanded, and he summoned.

Something seized hold, almost like something reaching down his throat and seizing his voice. Simon kept speaking, making the spell keep going, knowing that if he broke off now, he'd be pulled through the circle to the other side rather than his catch being pulled through. He kept chanting the same spell, the binding marks on the edge of the circle taking on a blue light rather than the white of the rest of the summoning spell. A little more, just a little longer.

A tail poked out of the ground, tipped white with black fur further down. Another joined it, reversed in color, and then another, and another, until a full six tails were poking through from the center of the circle. They were followed by a head, vulpine in form, and with long ears that were elegant and white inside and dark outside.

In fact, the kitsune emerging from the portal hole was dark-furred almost everywhere, save for a half-white, half-black circle on her thigh and the white fur on her tails, and the little bit in her ears and on her chest, where her nipples broke through her black fur. He bit his lips as he saw that, feeling his body respond, and he forced it to ignore those temptations for now.

As soon as she was completely free of the other world, Simon changed the chant. The portal closed almost instantly, and the points on the edge of the circle turned to chains and rope. They lunged for the kitsune, binding her wrists and ankles. She yelped as she was suddenly and forcefully dragged to her knees, forced to kneel before him as she gasped and pulled at them.

He felt the power of her struggles. The floor threatened to crack from the first yank, and he stood up immediately, holding out his hands. She looked up at him, eyes glowing with the power of the magical other-world. The circle - and her apparent curiosity at his intention - were the only things that kept him safe.

"I call upon you to be my companion," he said, following the ritual words. "I ask that you surrender yourself to me, and allow the bindings to take place. You will be kept until you have fulfilled a service, or until you agree to submit yourself to my will for a time that we decide together. Such is the nature of the spell. Which will you choose?"

The kitsune narrowed her eyes at him, not responding immediately. Yet, she had stopped struggling, which meant that his house was no longer in danger of being ripped apart by her greater power. He could feel the tension in the air, her magic against his, and he knew that it would be a hard fight if they were ever to meet equally. She came from a world where magic was common, where it floated in the air with glowing particles, while he lived in a world where magic had to be harvested, summoned, pulled and cajoled into doing the bidding of the caster.

She had the power. He had the discipline.

Finally, the kitsune lowered her hands further to her sides. The chains pulled tighter, keeping her 'helpless,' and she smiled.

"What is your name, magician?"

"What is yours?" he asked.

"Do you fear me, kitten?"

"I know the rules. One does not give their name without having something in return."

"Heh, you learned well. The last person I asked ended up with a great deal less learning in his head. And much less blood, as well, once it landed on the floor." The kitsune shook her head. "My name is Kerrin the Six-Tailed."

"I am Simon."

"Well, Simon..." She smiled, her various tails sliding against each other as they swayed back and forth, back and forth in a mysterious sort of pattern. "What will you have of me? What task will you demand that I do for you, with such power that I have at my command?"

"...I command..."

There were endless things that one could command of a six-tailed kitsune. They were among the more powerful creatures of the other-world, approaching the upper limits of their powers, and they were intelligent, moreover, intelligent enough to wage crafty war with those that underestimated them. It was said that they were the power-brokers of their world, never seeking advantage for themselves, but rather being the pivotal king-makers that allowed the other species to rise and fall. They were the ones that chose who led, and who followed.

He could ask her to do many things, from kill to kidnap, from seduce to control. And what he chose...what he chose, he picked for himself.

"I command that you satisfy me, until I have been completely drained, until I am done with you for the night."

"...A mortal summons me, Kerrin, for a simple night of sex?"

Simon would have been far more embarrassed if he wasn't as desperate as it was. He might have looked away, and if he had, he would have missed the smile that slowly crept over the kitsune's face. She chuckled to herself, rolling her head from side to side as she looked him up and down. Her eyes eventually settled on his crotch, and as she cocked her head to the side, he watched her smile, seeing if it faded.

It did not.

"I suppose that there is something that I can offer you...if you're interested enough to be able to take it from me. I don't want someone that I have to take care of, someone that can't show me a spark of light, of life. Can you, Simon? Or are you one of those that can't do anything that he isn't told to do?"

The cat twisted his hand from side to side. The chains that held her arms grew, multiplied, and one snapped for her neck. Kerrin gasped as metal links wrapped tight around her neck, and yelped as the cat pulled her forward, dragging her to her hands and knees with her head just barely poking past the circle's edge. He grabbed her by the ears, huffing, shaking from head to toe, but forcing himself to keep going. This was the moment of truth. This was where he would make or break this.

"Listen. I gave you your command. And I intend to...take...my pleasure. If you can give me what I want, then you can leave after that's done. If you cannot...then you will stay here until you can."

"Mmm...forceful, are we?" Kerrin smiled. "I like that."

"Can you do what I've asked?"

"Of course. If you'll let me see what I'm working with..."

She nodded at his groin, and he nodded back, standing up a bit straighter. The kitsune nosed her way between his legs, pushing up with her muzzle until the belt holding his robes closed came undone. The robe split right up the middle, and his cock fell down and out into the open air.

She gasped as it fell over her muzzle, and Simon didn't say a word. It was more than he had immediately meant to do, but the sight of his cock, flowing steadily from his sheath and grinding against the top of her muzzle and between her eyes, was something that immediately made him throb with need. He breathed slowly, taking his time to focus his attention on what he was doing, and slowly pulled on the new leash around her neck.

"Breathe it in. Smell it. Taste it. This is...this is going to be yours to take care of for some time..."

Any 'natural' female from his world would have been put off, offended, he was sure, but not Kerrin. No sooner had the kitsune been nudged across the face than she had buried her nose under his shaft, right where his sheath met his sac, and he bit off a hiss of pleasure as she not only kissed it, sniffed at that spot, but licked from his balls up to the base of his sheath. The little pressure, the warmth, the little wetness that it left behind, had his cock twitching upwards in seconds.

"Mmmm, something the matter, master?" Kerrin asked, the kitsune's lips turning up in a mischievous smile. "Is this too much?"

"Not...even...close."

"Good."

She kissed the same spot again, but her tongue was busy after that. She worked her way up, and he barely had to pull the leash to get her to go where he wanted. It was almost like she already knew the spots that he wanted touched, teased, played with. He fought the blush that kept trying to come up, pushing it back down as she worked his cock, giving him what he had always fantasized about getting.

Lick, lick, lick went her tongue, a long, gentle motion from the base of his cock to the tip, and then around the head. He moaned despite himself, one hand against the back of her head to keep her from pulling back, and the other pulling the leash just a little tighter. His tip pushed against her lips, and then past.

"Mmm..."

She made a sound of contentment as he pushed past her lips, into her mouth, into her muzzle. He could hardly believe what he was doing, but he was taking what he wanted. Taking her.

Taking this...very sexy woman.

His breath caught in his throat as he started thrusting away, pulling her down with leash and hand at the same time. Sometimes she would gasp from the harshness, but it almost seemed like it made her happier, more excited about the whole thing.

He remembered what she said. She wanted someone that had a spark of light and life, someone that could take what they wanted. If she wanted that...then she would get it from him.

He yanked her down as hard as he could, making her deepthroat his cock right then and there. The warmth of her throat, the sudden tightness as she gasped from the surprise thrust, the way that she glukked quietly around it as she adjusted: all of it had his cock throbbing, pulsing with how close he already was. The only thing keeping him from blowing right then and there was the fact that he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of her, and that he wanted to see how long he could enjoy this.

She swallowed.

She licked.

But she didn't fight. That was the one thing that she didn't do as he held her at the base of his cock. She didn't fight him, didn't try and get her head off his shaft. If anything, she found her head further down, nuzzling her nose against his sheath and his crotch, breathing in the slight musk down there as she swallowed and sucked and licked the underside of his cock, nursing on it, savoring it.

She looked so sexy down there. Her ears were pulled back, her eyes were shining, and she had no shame about being wrapped around his dick. If anything, she looked almost...challenging, as if she wanted to see what else he could do.

He pulled her back slowly with the leash, taking his time to drag her away from his cock. She pursed her lips to keep teasing him, to keep up the pleasure, and he huffed under his breath.

She's...she's very...good...

More and more, he hoped that she would take the other part of the deal. If she only gave him companionship, if she only stayed for one night, at the very least he would have satisfied himself, but if he could convince her to stick around...

You have to be good enough for her. You can do that. You can do that.

He pulled her back to his tip, gripping his cock at the base. She gasped for breath as he pulled out, tapping his cock on her tongue. She panted for it, her tongue hanging out, her mouth wide open as she waited for him.

"You want this?"

"Oh, yes...Give it to me..."

"Beg."

"What?"

"Beg for it."

"Mmmph..."

She tried to reach his cock again, but he managed to keep her back. Barely. It was like trying to hold a dog back that wanted to get a treat. But he managed it. She whimpered, groaning as she looked back up at him.

"You are a cruel, cruel man, denying me this treat. I deserve to suck on that cock of yours. I deserve the chance to make you feel good. Give it to me. Give it to me so I can keep sucking on it until you blow your load right down my throat. Don't you dare stop now. Let me have it...let me have your cock and cum..."

He shivered, and gave her the slightest bit of slack. It was enough, and she darted forward and sucked right around the head. No more than that, just the tip, but her tongue was busy, flicking over and around it, finding the most sensitive spots and dipping in, forcing him to keep holding back -

But it wasn't enough. He couldn't hold back. Not after that much.

With a deep moan, he came and he came hard, shooting his load down her throat. She thrust her head down, sucking him right at the root, holding him in her throat as she swallowed again, and again, and again, each time making him feel the tightness of her throat walls pressing against his shaft. He groaned, holding her there, his fingers twisting through her hair, his toes curling against the ground, and his hand barely kept a good grip on the leash as she kept swallowing.

Was this what it was like to have someone that wanted you? Was this what it was like to have someone that lived with you, rather than just came when you summoned them?

Eventually, he stopped cumming, and he got a better grip on the leash. The nursing kitsune grunted in complaint as he pulled her back, and Simon steeled himself as he pulled harder, dragging the leash in tight, pulling her close enough to tilt her head back and make her look up at him. She yelped in surprise, her eyes wide as they stared at one another.

"That was one...but I'm not satisfied yet."

"No...no, I was hoping you wouldn't be," Kerrin said, her lips turning up in a smile even as she gasped when he pulled the leash tighter. "Nnngh...oh, you're getting better at this...much better."

"I'm going...to be...your master."

"You say that...I want to see it."

She didn't know how driven he was, he imagined. She didn't know how long he had wanted this, or what he had sacrificed to get where he was now. Simon planned to show her.

With his cock sagging between his legs, however, he knew that he'd need a few minutes to recover. Cats were naturally quick, and his magic had enhanced his stamina several times over, but that didn't mean that it just happened immediately. He stepped back, and she started to stand up to follow him.

He didn't let her. Pulling on the leash, he dragged her back down to all fours, holding her there and shaking his head.

"When you're with me, you ask permission to stand up."

"Always?"

"Always."

"...My, my." Kerrin chuckled. "May I stand up?"

"No. And come in front of me. I want to look at your ass while you walk with me."

"Yes, sir."

She crawled forward, moving more languidly and teasingly than he knew that she needed to. She stepped ahead of him, her tails high and her movements such that they spread her cheeks again and again, giving him the chance to glance between them at her holes.

She was tight, well-cared-for, as far as he could tell. She didn't look like one of the females that went around allowing everyone to use her, at the very least, which meant that she would feel tight when they got back to bed. That was a big plus. He felt his cock twitching already as she kept crawling, her ass swaying from side to side, her juices rolling down her thighs as she did.

"Did you enjoy that?" he asked.

"Very much so," she said. "I haven't had a summoner that was willing to get rough with me in a very long time. Most of the time, they're stupid enough to make a mistake that means I get out of it immediately. And the rest? They're too scared of something like me. They ask for something, make me do it with magic, and then chicken out and run away. You're someone else, Simon. You're someone that's...very interesting."

That wasn't necessarily a compliment from a kitsune. There were those of her species that collected people, spiriting them away and taking them into a collection in the other-world. The stories of such mortals were of erotic torment, bliss that tilted into torture on the regular, and who would never again see this world while holding the interest of the kitsune that had collected them. Even when they were no longer the fascination of said kitsune, they were more likely to be thrown out there, rather than returned home.

It was more important than ever that he got her to agree to stay here, to be his.

They reached the bedroom after climbing the stairs and going down another hall, and through it all, Kerrin seemed more and more interested in showing herself off as they went along. She took every opportunity to sway her rump, to move a little higher to put it on display, and she was dripping wet by the time that they reached the foot of the bed. She looked back at him, smirking again.

"Shall I take to the bed?"

"Do it."

She hopped up, climbing and dragging herself into it. Her ass, her pussy was on the perfect height for him, and they both knew it. His cock throbbed through the open slot in his robe, and one of her tails caressed it from beneath. He started to take a step forward before catching himself and pulling on the leash instead.

Kerrin gasped, arching her back and grunting. He leaned forward, grabbing her by the hip and spanking her.

"AH!"

"You aren't going to fool me," he said. "That display...you're still seeing if I'm the one in charge or not, aren't you?"

"Mmmph...you are...still smarter than the average summoner."

"I told you. I'm going to have you until I'm satisfied. And I will. Head on the bed, your hips higher."

"Mmm, yes, sir."

She obeyed with eagerness and gusto, lowering her face against his sheets and pillows. That left her ass that little bit higher, and she reached back to spread it for him. Her wet inner walls of her pussy were completely on display now, and he bit his lips as he realized how it was going to feel slamming into that. The fact that he had her in bed, almost like a slave, sent a shiver down his spine; it was the first time that he was going to be with a woman, and it was like this. He was able to do whatever the fuck he wanted, because he was the one with all the power.

Another man might have gone for her ass, taking the 'forbidden hole' because it was something that he couldn't get from other women. Not Simon. No, he saw her slippery pussy, saw her need, and knew that was where he needed to be. Not only would she start getting what she wanted, but he would be showing her where she belonged...and more than that, he might just be able to plant a bit of a seed inside of her, something that would leave an even greater mark.

He climbed into bed behind her, grinding his cock between her soaked thighs. The wetness there was beyond exquisite, and the smell in the air of a horny female was doing things to him. He had never, ever been this aroused before. The pheromones, the wetness, the heat, the obedience of the woman below him: they all combined into a perfect storm, leaving his cock so hard that it hurt, dripping pre-cum on the sheets, and wanting so much more.

"You...are going...to love this," he muttered.

"Prove it."

Oh, he would. He grabbed the leash and pulled, and the kitsune arched her back immediately, her breath coming in sharp gasps and wheezes as he cut off most of her air supply. Not enough that she'd choke out, but more than enough to keep her weaker. She grunted, huffing and pulling against the leash for the first time, only to gasp again as he pushed his cock inside of her.

The first touch was more than enough to make him thrust the rest of the way, hilting himself with the first thrust. If her mouth had been magical, her pussy was even better, squeezing at him and milking him for everything that he had right from the start. If it hadn't been for blowing a load down her throat already, he wasn't sure that he would have been able to last for the first minute.

She started to push back against him, grinding her ass against his crotch, and he could feel her inner walls already clenching, pulling at him, rippling around his cock. He gritted his teeth, holding back, leaning forward as he pulled the leash just a little further back. Kerrin arched her back and her neck, huffing as she looked back at him.

"You already love it."

"Nnngh...you..."

"You love having my cock inside of you."

"Nnngh...yes..."

"Go on...enjoy it...while I take you."

It took everything he had to hold back with the second thrust, third, and fourth. On the fifth, he started to get used to it, and on the sixth, he felt in control again. He wrapped the leash chain tighter around his fist, holding onto it as he bucked his hips forward. Each time that he bottomed out, the wet squelch of a soaked pussy filled his ears, and he knew that she was as into it as he was.

More, perhaps, for the little whimpers and choked-out moans that escaped her as he used her. The feeling of her heat around his cock was so good, and he imagined how it would feel to have her leashed to the bed, used every day, having her wake him up with mouth or pussy just to make him feel good.

Someone that lived with him, someone that craved him as much as he craved them. He deserved that, didn't he?

Simon thrust harder, faster, feeling his cock kissing against her depths. She groaned, her head falling against the bed again when he gave her enough slack, and he allowed it. Instead of trying to force her to look back at him, he just focused on the pleasure of using her. Using her hard, fast, deep, feeling every last clench along his cock, feeling her getting closer and closer to orgasm as she got wetter and wetter.

"You're so...eager...so wet...you wanted this...bad..."

"Mmmph...oh gods...yes...yes, I did..."

"You wanted to be owned?"

"Oooooh...yes...yes, I did!"

She was getting wetter with each admission, more and more frenzied. He grabbed her tails with his free hand, pulling them off to the side. They were one more leash to pull, and she screamed as he hilted -

"NNNNGH!"

And she came right then and there, his hand tight around her tails and his cock buried deep inside of her. The sudden spasm rippled through her, and the tensing, flexing muscles all up and down his cock were enough to pull at him, too. His balls rose, his eyes rolled back at the supernatural levels of pleasure, and -

"MMMPH!"

And he came, too, his cock throbbing as he squirted his second load of the night into her. Deep into her, for that matter, feeling it going right into her womb. The thought of filling her, breeding her, marking her depths as his own, was enough to make him keep grinding through his orgasm despite how sensitive he already was.

Pulse.

Pulse.

Pulse.

He slumped forward when he felt the last shot leave him, grunting as he gave her a little more slack. Kerrin gasped for breath as the chain leash around her neck loosened, rubbing her throat and shaking her head against the sheets. Slowly, the kitsune wiggled her tails free of his hand, looking back at him with the smallest of smirks on her face as she shook her head.

"You really liked that, didn't you? Getting off on feeling your dick that deep inside of me? Or was it the possibility of getting me pregnant?"

"Both," Simon admitted.

"Yeah...I wondered."

She looked down at the point where they were joined at the hips, her cheeks a little red again. Maybe she was a little embarrassed of how into it she got, too, or maybe there was a part of her that was just a little concerned about carrying the child of a mortal. Whether that was on her mind or not, however, she still slid forward with ease, sliding his cock out of her and letting it slap down against his thighs.

The sight of the creampie left in her was enough to stir the wizard's lusts, but not quite his cock. Not yet. He stroked her rump as she laid herself down on her side, enjoying the little trickle of white oozing from between her legs. Little air bubbles followed, and she politely cupped herself down there, keeping the worst of the mess from drooling from her pussy down to the sheets.

He joined her, lying on his side and looking into her eyes. She was a beautiful woman even aside from her sexual allure. The kitsune species was always like that, from what he'd read, but it was something to read it, and quite something else to see it. She had a glow to her, something that made it intensely difficult not to be attracted to her.

She finally looked up from her self-care and smiled properly, and he brought himself back to the moment.

"Are you satisfied yet?" she asked.

"Not even remotely."

"Good. Neither am I."

"Yours doesn't matter right at the moment, I would say."

"Oh, are you going to be that kind of master? Taking what you want, and hoping that I get enough on my own?"

"From what I'm seeing, you're already cumming hard from me doing just that."

"Perhaps I have been waiting for someone to do this to me. Perhaps there's a part of me that has been finding independence rather...overrated."

Simon sat up a little straighter as the kitsune pulled one of his pillows over, tucking it under her head and looking up at him. Her fingers traced a line along his thigh, moving almost to his shaft, only to duck down to his balls, instead. She rolled them along her palm, humming to herself.

"It's not often a summoner has a pair of these big enough to try for a kitsune. Rarer still that he has the skill to hold himself together and enjoy one of us. If you can keep up this...assertiveness and confidence, perhaps I should let you collar me and keep me around for a while."

"I have been looking for a familiar."

Kerrin sat up in a rush, looking him straight in the eye. Barely resisting the urge to lean away, the cat just sat there as the kitsune narrowed her eyes. She flicked them up and down him, then sniffed the air, almost like an animal checking something that she didn't quite understand.

"You...actually want a familiar?"

"Correct."

"And you want that to be...me?"

"Yes."

"...And you want it to be like this?"

"Well, not just like this. I do want someone that has power, that has intelligence, that can do things with and for me...but also this, yes." Simon cleared his throat. "Is that something that you think you could live with?"

"...I think I could find a way to make it work."

"Then shall we -"

"If...you can satisfy me by the end of the night, too."

"...I think I can make that work."

The End

Summary: The power of loneliness compels one to find company. Usually, that would mean going to a bar, but a summoning works too...

Tags: M/F, Dom/Sub, Collar, Leash, Oral, Blowjob, Deepthroat, Magic, Chains, Vaginal, Mild Choking, Kitsune, Cat, Summoning, Orgasm, Cum, Creampie,