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Luke was thoroughly enjoying his vacation to the mortal world so far. Most summonings sucked him into the dreariest places on Earth, where the hyper-affluent liked to congregate and summon dark creatures like him to perform whatever vile acts would please them. So many rich folks wanted a studly demon who would fill their holes and/or let them fill his. If there was any demon out there capable of both, it was Lukael. A virile beast like himself carried a high demand, his incredible stature including a cock bigger than a street bollard and a virtually infinite backdoor capacity. He could satisfy even the most voracious of sexual appetites, never having met a person who did not come away drained of their sex fluids and/or able to walk properly.

But his talents came at an exorbitant price. What sexual requests he could fulfill were more than matched by what he himself desired. Acting like an obedient servant was the façade of an invariant sex fiend. Whatever was asked of Luke would be demanded in turn. A favor for a favor, an orgasm for an orgasm. Luke was not the type to accept the lesser end of a deal, no matter how trivial or petty. He contained in the otherworldly fibers that constructed his body the powers to commit great violence. Summoners had to establish the most airtight parameters for his time on Earth, utterly free of loopholes through which the demon could potentially inflict harm. Thus it was only the most elite of mages who even attempted to call him, those whose services could only be afforded by the very wealthy. It was from that small pool of people that all of Luke's experiences with mortals had come from.

Then he got a call from someone rather unexpected. Instead of some dreary grotto chock full of mask-wearing, rich perverts, he had been dropped in a condo in the middle of the Bahamas. He'd never been to or even heard of the place, but it was a much-needed improvement over the few places he had. Sun-bleached sands, turquoise waters, and bustling wildlife proved a fitting place to have a vacation. Sure, he'd been asked to do some sex work, but it wasn't much. The guy who'd summoned him, a spoiled shade dragon named Aohren, was a lightweight. Luke had no problem serving him in the few ways that was asked of him.

Then Luke ate him.

It was pretty easy, honestly. Poor guy didn't set enough bindings, hardly enough to stop your average imp. Had it been a less forgiving demon, they probably would have ended the shade dragon's life. Luke wasn't that cruel. He found him kind of cute, actually. Even without the clause that Luke could bring him no harm (Aohren was smart enough to establish that, at least) Luke wouldn't have done so. Aohren was a breath of fresh air compared to the stuck-up pricks Luke usually fucked. Too bad Luke was feeling vorny and decided to stuff him into his tummy.

Belly swollen, cock still wet from cumming inside his prey and inflating him, Luke decided to relax on the balcony. He carried his gargantuan goat body with surprising grace, that man-bloated gut hardly encumbering him. His appearance horrified a few folk into retreating inside. They didn't bother him, not when there was such a beautiful sun to bathe in. He aimed his face at it, absorbing the rays into his gothic black fur. That devilish tail of his whipped to and fro, a sign of content. If only his distended tummy didn't hang over his cock and balls, they too could enjoy the splendor of the sun.

Once he was done sunbathing he retreated back into the condo to learn more about the place. It was pretty nice, if cramped for his size. He never really had the chance to give it a good look, not while he was busy sodomizing and devouring his rookie summoner. He plucked some books off the shelf, summoned some half moon reading glasses, then laid back on the bed to get some reading in. This was while Aohren was still clotted up in his gut, squirming and gurgling on occasion. Luke would just give his belly a pat and continue reading like nothing was amiss. He had to admit that most of the books that were on the shelf were boring; mostly just histories about the Bahamas and the island the condo was on.

It seemed that with each turn of the page Aohren was growing more restless. Though he was technically asleep in Luke's belly, he was in a deep dream state vivid enough to make him stir like a sleepwalker. He was upside down, locked in a fetal ball, but could still find the energy to shove a hand or a foot out, bulging Luke's abdomen. It was starting to annoy the demon. Though he planned on spending as much time as he could vacationing, it would've been annoying with such a squirmy tagalong trapped inside him.

He snapped the book he was reading shut and let out an annoyed snort. "Alright, you little gremlin. I'll let you out." The book was tossed aside and hit the carpet floor. Luke rolled over, his massive body stressing the bed frame nigh to the point of collapsing. He got on his knees and spread his legs apart, that gargantuan gut sinking into the mattress like a ton of bricks. He put his hands on the wall above the headboard so that his back was at an angle to the mattress and the floor. His whippy demon tail flicked into the air, exposing the inner canyon of his glutes and the puffy donut between them. His cock and balls hung down the bottom slope of his belly, the foreskin-swaddled tip resting on the sheet lazily.

With an effeminate shimmy he kickstarted the process of getting Aohren the rest of the way out of his body. It would be easy and without a mess, but unfortunately for Aohren, it wouldn't be out the way he came. There was a thunderous rumble sound from inside Luke as his inner muscles went to work squeezing Aohren through his alimentary canal. The dragon went headfirst through the bottom portal of Luke's stomach, starting what would be a slow, winding journey. With every bend his body would squeeze through there came a fleshy rumble and gurgle that would jiggle Luke's flesh, tickling him.

Aohren made it through him in sort of a torpedo shape with his arms flat at his sides and his legs together in a point. His snout barreled away through Luke's bowels, spreading each length of intestine until he would curve into the next. The grisly process was visible outside of the demon with Aohren's gut-bulging shape writhing about like he was fully conscious and at work. At most he was only dimly aware of what was going on, his dream in an increasing turmoil set upon him by the squelching and squeezing walls.

Then his face arrived at Luke's backdoor, and he really started coming to life. The first thing he was aware of was the omnidirectional pressure that held his limbs captive, that and the uniform moisture that slicked his scales. He tried moving, only to feel the gummy walls clench around him. Tightest was the ring of muscle holding a death grip around his nose. Leathery and taut, he felt it distending as those powerful muscles continued him forward.

Luke let out a soft grunt. His pucker tweaked and started to yawn, wrinkles unraveling around Aohren's nose. It came out slowly, the two nostrils twitching at the cool bedroom air after suffering the stifling heat of Luke's insides. Aohren scrunched his slime-ridden face as the sphincter was dragged up his visor and down his chin until finally his face was free from that gnarly portal. His eyes shot open. His vision was blasted by the sunlight, shrinking his pupils into wafer-thin slits. Eclipsing it were the massive goat glutes hugging the flanks of his head. He gaped his jaw open and gasped as deeply as he could.

"GUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Fresh air swelled his lungs, a luxury he didn't even know he'd been denied. The memories of Luke, being railed and then devoured, came rushing back. He wriggled this way and that, trying to force his way out of Luke's bum.

The demon sighed his relief. "Ahhhhh, there he is! Welcome back!" He couldn't see Aohren, but he could definitely feel him. With a grunted another push. Aohren's head came the rest of the way out, bulging Luke's pucker with his horns until they were poking into the inner curves of those heavy buttocks. "Hahhhhhh... You're quite the package to deliver, big guy."

"Oh God. Get me..." Aohren struggled some more until he realized it was hopeless. He gave it a rest and darted his eyes about the bedroom. "Lukael, is that you?"

Luke chuckled. "Who else could it be? Has anyone else eaten you recently?"

"Dammit! I... Fuck!" Aohren gulped as he tried to get a hold of himself. His Adam's apple hit some resistance against the choke of Luke's tailhole. "Let me out of here, dammit!"

Luke smiled and looked down his back at his summoner. He could see Aohren's horns and the purple highlights of his spikey, black hair. Aohren was technically the master, and yet he was the one trapped between Luke's cheeks. "I was working on that already, sir. If you'll please relax, it will be a much easier process for the both of us."

Sir. It reminded Aohren of the contract between them. It was deeply flawed, and yet it still contained the clause that Luke had to perform everything he asked him to. "Lukael, let me out of you right now. Push me out."

Luke let out a disappointed scoff. "Tsk. Yes sir." Another grunt and Aohren came sliding out further. The dragon winced as he felt his body being pushed further into the open air. Luke's pucker dilated around the breadth of his shoulders. More of his glistening scales came to light as his chest and upper body was evicted, inch by arduous inch. With his arms still locked at his sides he was forced to rely on the heavy pushes Luke propelled him with.

More of the dragon slid out, relieving Luke's gut of his mass and flattening it. Luke sped up the process with a hand on his abdomen to forcibly push Aohren out. There was another loud grumbling sound that waned into a rapid, high-pitched gurgle. Aohren was finally able to pull his arms free and get a hold on Luke's haunches. He clenched his jaw and pushed hard, jettisoning himself to freedom.

Schhhhllllloop!

He came spilling over the foot of the bed like an infant giraffe. His arms came out in front of him just in time to stop from landing face first on the floor where he performed a lazy, haphazard tuck and roll. His body flopped to the hardwood with a heavy smack! Another gasp sucked into him. He curled into a ball with his smoke-tipped dragon tail curled between his legs. From the stifling heat of Luke's bowels he was subjected to the shivering chill of the air conditioning. His whole body was covered in a glistening sheen of Luke's inner body.

It was satisfying for Luke both to hear his master plop on the floor and to feel such a tremendous weight unburden itself from his guts. His asshole was left in a terrific gape, the dark, inner intestine being pressed out to the point of almost extending out past the sphincter. Luke adored the feeling. He knelt upright and fixed the issue with some careful adjustment using his fingers. The other hand patted his abdomen, now back to being a row of sharply carved, disciplined muscles. His entire trunk rang with the delight of purging such a huge weight.

"Whoooo... That was wonderful." His tail flicked back down before he looked over his shoulder to see his master rolled up on the floor, limbs tucked, his jaw shaking as he sputtered each breath. "There you are! So happy to see you again. Did you enjoy your trip as much as I enjoyed giving it?"

Aohren blinked a few times before coming to focus on the giant demon who'd birthed him. He was adjusting to the temperature and was able to unfurl his legs. Jutting from his lap was a towering erection, no doubt brought to life by such intimate and prolonged constriction within the hunky goat. He wouldn't admit it openly, but being ejected was a thrill on par with how Luke had fucked him just hours earlier. Or was it days? Aohren had absolutely no frame of reference. From his plummet into Luke's maw and his head coming out of his butt he had lost all sense of time.

He gulped and asked, "How long was I inside you?"

"Not terribly long," Luke said. He turned around and sat on the foot of the bed, hanging that titanic sex organ over Aohren. "Perhaps an hour or two. No more than three. It's the same day you summoned me, I can tell you that much."

Aohren sighed with relief. That was some good news, at least. "I shouldn't have summoned you. You were way out of my experience."

"Yes, you were," Luke said with a smug grin. "But don't feel too bad about it. Every magician makes mistakes in their eagerness. You're lucky it was me and not some vengeance-driven fellow with the annihilation of Earth on their mind."

"Yeah, well I would've been even luckier if it wasn't someone who was going to fuck me and eat me."

"Oh, hush. You enjoyed every second of it. I saw how hard you came each time."

Aohren sat up and rubbed his eyes with the back of his wrist, only to realize that the stuff covering his face was there too. "Yeah, well, I didn't ask for that." He looked up at Luke who was smiling at him like a friend. He reminded himself that Luke could do something to him again, especially while they were so close to each other. "Sit there and don't move. Don't do anything until I say so."

Luke shook his head. "'Do not' commands won't work on me. Remember?"

Shit. "Sit there. Continue sitting there for the next... I don't know... thirty minutes."

Luke bowed his head. "As you wish, master. I would've stayed here anyway."

Aohren went towards the bathroom, a deeply chagrined look on his face. "Yeah, I'm not gonna take your word on that." He closed the door behind him and fired up the shower. A full 15 minutes were spent getting extra, extra clean, ensuring that none of the stuff that was on him when he came out of Luke was left. An entire handful of scale cleaner was scrubbed across his body while an equal amount of shampoo was lathered through his hair. Eventually he came out of the steam choked shower and grabbed a towel. He hoped that thirty minutes hadn't passed. I probably should've said an hour.

He came out of the bathroom with the towel around his waist and found Luke where he had left him: sitting at the end of the bed with his giant hands folded in his lap like a child paying attention in class. He smiled at his master. "Are you clean now? I hope I didn't sully your scales too badly."

"Yeah, not that you care."

Luke put his hand over his chest in a gesture of offense, surely feigned. "Please, I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to know. I'm here to serve your every whim, after all. I've done everything you've asked, haven't I?"

"Yeah, maybe. You've also overstayed your welcome by waaaaay too fucking much. I think it's time for you to leave."

"Leave?" He sounded genuinely surprised. "Already? I just got here."

"And I already regret it." Aohren strode towards the living room. "I'm going to perform the return ritual."

"Wait."

Aohren stopped. He was halfway to the door, already envisioning himself picking the spell book up when he turned and glowered at Luke. "What?" he demanded.

"I want to see the island," Luke asserted plainly.

"What?"

"The Bahamas, I'd like to see them. You're spending your vacation here. I would like to do the same."

"You can't just teleport here or something?"

Luke scoffed. "You should know I can't, nor even the most powerful demon. Our access to Earth is purely from the mortals who summon us. I've never seen outside the mansions of super wealthy tycoons who summon me for their orgies. This is an excellent change of pace from that. This place is beautiful. I want to see more."

The audacity to request such a thing after what he'd done was flabbergasting. "You should've thought of that before you went and made a meal of me."

Luke shrugged. "Force of habit. It's ingrained in my nature to exact what's been done to me. You fucked me, I fucked you. As for the eating, I felt it was a nice way to spend your stupor after I'd bloated you with my cum. It was a nice bit of aftercare, was it not?"

Aohren expected that Luke knew how good it had felt, either because he'd done it with other people or because he'd seen Aohren's erection. Aohren looked away, embarrassed. "I might have enjoyed it." His gaze came back, ferocity resurgent. "But you were still out of line, demon."

"And I apologize for that. Send me back if you'd like. I'll take no offense. But understand that if you do this for me I'll be in your debt, and I repay my debts just as fervently as I demand them."

"And how exactly would you repay a debt like that?"

Another shrug. "I'll let you determine that. You know that I'm good at, and you know what it is you want from me."

Aohren did indeed. The satanic heat of Luke's insides wrapped around his cock and the joy it brought was still fresh in his mind, that and the stretch of his guts from Luke penetrating and cumming inside him. He had more than proven himself an adept sex partner, though his appetite proved dangerous. Even so, Aohren couldn't stop envisioning himself back inside Luke's tummy where the comfort had been so heavenly to keep him in that dream state. He wouldn't have minded doing all that again and then some.

He feigned disinterest with a scratch on the nose. "Alright, fine. I'll show you the island."

Luke's face lit up in a way Aohren dared to call cute. His tail thumped the bed behind him. "Oh, thank you!"

"Just behave yourself, alright? Don't do anything to anyone you wouldn't want done to yourself." He realized that was a 'don't' command and promptly rephrased. "You will treat people how you want to be treated."

Luke bowed his head. "Yes, master."

"I hope you have clothes. We mortals don't go around wearing just loin cloths on the streets."

"Yes, I know how prudish some of you can be when you're not locked in your grottos."

"Yeah, well do you have anything besides that? Something less revealing?"

"I do, and I can summon it here."

"OK, good." There was a moment of silence as Aohren waited for Luke to perform the ritual. "Well?"

"Sir?"

"Are you going to summon it?"

"I will once the thirty minutes are up. I have eleven left as of now."

Aohren sighed and ran his hand down his face. "You can stand up now. Perform the ritual that summons your clothes."

Luke wore a cheeky smile as he stood up, lightly knocking his horns on the ceiling. "Yes, master." His hands came in front of his chest in a motion like he was preparing to catch a football. One arm twisted so that the fingers were pointing downward, opposing its twin. There was a sudden poof of black smoke around him that startled Aohren. It dissipated to reveal a long tailed, double-breasted jacket that came down to his knees. It was a bright blue color highlighted with shiny gold buttons and black straps that went around the waist. A tightly wound false collar went around the neck with a gold loop for a leash at the very front. Covering his hooves were enormous, black leather platform boots that added to his already sequoian height.

Aohren was pleasantly surprised. He'd expected something much more crude. "Wow. That's... pretty good, actually."

"Thought I'd do worse?" Luke teased. "Almost all my clients- if you can call them that -are super rich folk who like a butler to serve their whims. It's more or less a niche I've filled."

"I see. Is that what the tea is for?"

Luke looked down and saw the silver platter in his hands. In it was a shiny tea pot surrounded by a ring of fresh baked crumpets. "Oops. Force of habit." The tray disappeared with another poof. "Alright! I think I'm ready, then."

Aohren would've thought the same if not for one glaring issue. "I don't think so. You got any pants?"

Luke frowned and looked down at himself. Missing from his otherwise pristine outfit was anything to cover his cock and balls. "Ah, I see. Forgive me. Undergarments are never a requirement at the functions I usually attend." He flicked his fingers and summoned a pair of pants. "Better?"

"Uhhhhhh..." Luke's crotch was covered, but hardly hidden. The pants were taut to Luke's skin, hugging the shape of his penis so that every wrinkle and vein was identifiable. "You don't have anything looser? Can you make that thing smaller?"

Luke shook his head. "This is the best I can create. I'm a sex demon, not a seamster. Nor can I make any changes to this body."

Aohren sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "OK, fine. Just..." He paused to choose his words carefully. "Keep that thing hidden as best you can."

Luke bowed. "Yes, master."

"I'm gonna put some clothes on. Go wait in the living room."

Luke cocked an eyebrow as he waltzed towards the door. "You're not afraid of me seeing you in the nude, are you?"

"No..." Aohren said, feeling his cheeks blush. "I just prefer getting dressed alone."

Luke just smiled. "Of course, master." Then he ducked beneath the doorway and closed it behind him.

A flustered Aohren threw the towel aside and got dressed in a hurry. He didn't want to leave Luke alone any longer than he had to. He put on a pair of khaki shorts and a Hawaiian shirt with the top pair of buttons left undone to expose the valley between his pecs. With a pair of sandals on his feet and some aviators on his face he stepped into the living room and found Luke facing one of the sofas, his back towards Ao. His hands seemed to be clasped in front of him.

"What are you doing?" asked Aohren.

Luke looked over his shoulder at him and smiled. "Admiring this image of a boat on the ocean." Luke sidestepped to uncover a painting of a clipper out at sea.

"Yeah, my parents put that up there."

"Will there be boats like this here?"

"Here? No, I don't think so. At least not big ones like that. We might see some sailboats at the beach."

"Wonderful! I can't wait." Luke looked forward, back at the painting.

"So, uh, you coming?"

"Just a moment," Luke said. A few seconds of awkward stillness passed before Luke sighed and turned around. "Alright! Lead the way, master."

"Just call me Aohren. Refrain from using 'master'. Don't want things getting weird in public."

"Of course, Aohren."

The two of them headed outside and walked down the wooden stairs to the ground. With Luke's mighty size there was no hope of getting an Uber, leaving them on foot. "Stay close," Aohren told him. "I know there's a lot of cool stuff out here, but I can't have you ogling everything willy-nilly, OK?" He looked behind to see the goat demon with his face pointed straight upwards. He was staring at the almighty blue color of the sky and the sun beaming in its center. It was a hot Bahamian day, brightening everything into a vivid contrast. "And try not to look directly into the sun."

"Apologies, sir." Luke blinked and looked straight ahead. "I've only ever been summoned at night."

"Don't worry about it. And call me Aohren."

"Yes, Aohren."

Aohren looked straight ahead and sighed to himself. "Good."

With the money his parents had they could afford a condo on an island well separated from the usual tourist spots that swamped the Bahamas. There weren't any sunburnt, impatient visitors jostling through narrow streets among the insistent badgering of vendors and merchants. Here the roads were clean and quiet. Everything was expensive, but that came with the territory. With a stash of his parents' credit cards at the ready, money was no object.

Instead, he had to worry about the ten-foot behemoth that followed him every step of the way. Persistent was the heavy clop-clop of Luke's boots. People walking past on the sidewalk stared hard; they lost focus on where they were going and almost tripped. People behind glass windows in shops or restaurants would immediately stop what they were doing and gawk as the handsome Goliath would strut by. Cars would slow down as they passed. Everyone wanted a good look at Luke. He gave it to them just by walking.

He was equally enraptured by everything around him. Cars, people, buildings, and street lamps all wowed him like a toddler going to the big city for the first time. Every stare made at him was returned in full. Some were intimidated by his demonic presentation. Others waved. He would wave back. "Can I say 'hello' to that person?" he asked once.

Aohren looked and saw a cat woman in a café smiling awkwardly at the pair. "No," he said curtly.

"Why not?"

"Because I don't know her."

"You will if we introduce ourselves."

"You don't just introduce yourself to strangers unless you have a reason."

"We do have one. I want to say 'hello'."

A deeply irritated Aohren took a deep breath. "That's not a good enough reason."

"Then what is a good enough reason?"

"I don't- I don't know."

"Then how would you know if saying 'hello' isn't a good enough reason?"

Aohren came to an abrupt stop and turned around. He pointed his finger at Luke. "Look. I don't have time to explain everything to you. Do you want to go to the beach or not?"

"I would love to go."

"Then stop asking questions and just follow me. Refrain from saying 'hello' to anyone and for God sake's stop staring so hard." Aohren looked around the street. Some people walking by were looking at them. They snapped their heads away when Aohren saw them. "You're drawing enough attention as it is."

"Sorry, Aohren. I can't help my size," Luke said coyly.

Aohren turned around and resumed the march to the beach. "I know, and it sucks."

The beach was only a short walk from there, the island being small. It peeled into view with the end of the town, a vast stretch of aquamarine absorbing the horizon in one swift moment. The salty smell of the ocean was strong. The dull roar of its waves crashing into the fine, bleached sand was constant. Only a few people were there with no one in the water.

"Well, here we are," Aohren declared. "You're lucky I summoned you here. You can do a hell of a lot worse than the Bahamas when it comes to beaches." He saw Luke standing next to him, wild excitement lighting his features. "Eh, you might not be dressed for it, but it's better than literally nothing. This isn't a nude beach, after all."

"There are beaches where you mortals can go bare?"

"Yes," Aohren said, then answered the follow up question. "But none here."

Luke's smile softened. "I see."

"You can have fun here, though. Can you swim?"

"No."

"Then refrain from going into the water too far. Let's say up to your knees." The vengeful part of Aohren wanted to tell Luke he could go as far out as he wanted so that he would drown. Does this beach have an undertow? But the greater, softer part of him wouldn't do something so cruel to a creature having so much fun.

Luke bowed his head. "Yes, Aohren."

With that, Aohren gestured towards the beach in front of him. "Have fun, then. Go explore, but stay in places where I can see you at all times."

"Yes, Aohren," Luke said with a goofy grin before jogging into the beach, blowing the sand around his boots as he ran. People noticed him for the first time and were frightened by the huge goat as he charged towards the water, coattails flapping behind him.

Aohren ran after him, if just to stay close. He waved at the people Luke had startled to let them know they were safe. A few of them smiled and laughed, others pretended to ignore them. Luke had come to a stop at the very edge of the water where the sand was soggy and a darker brown. He flicked his fingers to make his boots disappear, letting his massive feet sink into the cool mush.

"Ooh!" he chirped. "That's wonderful!" He pumped his two legs in and out of the sand. Water filled the craters with a rude schlop-schlop sound. Wet grains were pasted across his ankle furs.

Aohren was laughing at the giant's childish display. "Feels good, doesn't it? Why don't you try going into the water? Remember, only up to your knees."

Luke did so energetically at first, then more timidly as the waves began slowing him down. He went at a slow wade, his shoulders gyrating to help contain momentum. The coattails of his jacket floated and flapped in the water as the waves crashed into them. He stopped when they began striking his thighs. When he turned Aohren saw the goofy smile on his face. He bent over and started splashing the water like he was trying to get somebody wet. Really, he was just experiencing the ocean as best he could.

Aohren watched from the sand, unable to stop smiling. It was a bizarre sight, the sex demon splashing in the water like he was a kid at the pool. There was only one small problem. Luke's cock and balls were still massive. They bounced and jiggled in his pants with every movement, distracting Aohren and possibly anyone else watching. First, they'd see Luke's height, then his dong. It might've been covered up by his makeshift pants, but the more the demon moved the more it became obvious.

"Luke," Aohren shouted. "Come here."

Luke came to a sudden stop. With his joyous expression gone, he marched out of the water and onto the beach. Water dripped down his legs and off his jacket. "Yes?"

"Why don't we go shopping for a good bathing suit? You can't enjoy the beach properly without one."

"A bathing suit?" Luke examined his outfit. "Is this not proper attire for the beach? It covers me just fine."

"Nooooooot exactly. A bathing suit will cover less of you, believe it or not." But a big enough size will hide that huge dick better than what you have on.

"Oh. As much as my loin cloth?"

"Ehhh, more than that. Loin cloth doesn't cover your ass."

Luke rolled his eyes. "Ah, you mortals are so prudish. Why cover what's been given to you?"

"I know, I know. Let's just go somewhere and see if they have something big enough for you."

Luke bowed his head. "Yes, Aohren."

The pair left the beach to come back into town, earning more bewildered looks. Luckily Aohren knew a place with a great selection of swim trunks. He prayed they would have something big enough for Luke or would at least stretch to his size. Something like the Incredible Hulk wears. They walked into the store where the walls were loaded with swim clothes and the AC was cranked high. The handful of people inside noticed them in an instant, as Aohren had come to expect at this point. He tried to ignore them. Just get some swim trunks and leave. Easy.

First, he had to find out if they even had something big enough. The only employee Aohren could see was a flamingo gentleman behind the register. With nobody in line, Aohren went to ask. "Stay close," he hissed at Luke. "Refrain from touching anything unless I tell you to."

Luke was hardly listening, his focus swimming across the great collection of clothes around him. "Yes, Aohren."

The flamingo looked up to see the odd couple approaching him. His eyes went wide behind his glasses, intimidation flaring upon seeing the massive goat demon. Aohren tried to defuse it with a smile. "Hey! I was wondering if you had any swim trunks in..." Aohren thought for a moment. "5XL or bigger."

The flamingo was still gawking up at Luke. He blinked to make himself stop. "Ah, yes. We might have something in that size," he said in a thick Caribbean accent. "Not hanging up. I'll have to see what's in the back."

"I'd appreciate it, thank you."

The flamingo stepped back from the counter to head towards the backroom. His eyes glanced at Luke one last time. "I'll see if we have anything bigger too."

"Yeah, that'd be nice." Aohren turned to tell Luke they would have to wait. Stopping him was the sight of Luke gazing directly at somebody, a golden retriever fellow who had just entered the store. He was incredibly muscular, clearly a bodybuilder. Though nowhere near as tall as Luke, he sported a similarly chiseled physique textured by sinews and veins. A striped wife beater was stretched around his chest. The gold hair on his head was greased into sharp spikes.

The retriever gawked in wonder at the giant while Luke seemed to admire the man's athleticism. The demon looked him up and down and a familiar look came across his eyes, the same one Aohren had seen when Luke was summoned. He likes what he sees, but I don't think that guy feels quite the same.

"Hey, big guy," the retriever said. He sounded the way he looked, brash and arrogant. "Little hot for a suit like that, don't ya think?"

Luke seemed confused and looked down at his outfit. "Oh, I'm unaffected by temperatures short of melting steel."

That got him a strange look. "Oh, well OK."

"My name's Lukael, Luke for short. What's yours?"

He didn't seem too keen on giving that information. "Ryan."

Aohren laid a hand on Luke's wrist. "Luke, stop."

Luke looked down at him. "Why? I was only making niceties."

"I know, but remember? We don't know him."

"I do now. His name is Ryan. I think he's very good looking."

Aohren felt his gut churn. He spoke in a low hiss. "I know, but you can't just approach random people 'cause they're good looking." Ryan, meanwhile, was making a get away towards the center of the store, away from the two weirdos. "Refrain from looking at him."

Luke grumbled. "Yes, Aohren."

The flamingo returned with a stack of swim trunks in his arms and a smile on his face. "You're in luck. Biggest I have is 6 extra large. I have two of those and four five extra larges." He dropped the stack on the counter and slid it towards them.

"Oh, thank you!" Aohren took the whole stack and held it to his chest. "We'll try these on now." He and Luke made it to the changing rooms. There were only three booths for each gender, each one behind a large wooden door. Aohren gave Luke the stack of trunks. "Try the bigger ones first. I think they'll go around your waist fine, but it's your junk I'm worried about."

"Do I take my outfit off first?" Luke asked, holding the trunks like he didn't know what to do with them.

"Yes," said Aohren, exasperated. "You only wear the trunks."

"Oh, alright." Luke lifted a hand, snapped his fingers, and poof! Gone were his clothes, leaving him totally naked.

Aohren's soul ripped itself out of his body as a mist of black smoke came off Luke to reveal his towering nudity. "No you idiot!" he hissed. Acting quickly, he tore the middle booth open and forcibly shoved Luke until they were both inside. He slammed the door behind them and locked it. His heart pounded in his chest as he stood with his hands and forehead flat on the door, praying that nobody had seen them. There weren't any accusing shouts from the other side, so it seemed they were in the clear. "I meant in the booth," he growled.

"Apologies," said Luke, lacking sincerity. "I thought that was the changing booth."

"No. This is." Aohren rubbed his hand down his face and turned around. Luke absorbed his entire vision, that white crucifix of fur standing out within his billboard of a torso. His pecker hung freely like it was meant to, unsmothered by those pants he wore earlier. "Go on. Put the trunks on."

"I would, but I may need help."

"Help? Do you not know how to put pants on?"

"I certainly do," Luke said, offended. "But this booth is awfully small. I won't be able to bend over to get the trunks beneath my feet. I'm bumping into the walls as it is."

He wasn't lying. The booth was tiny for Luke by himself, let alone with Aohren crammed in there with him. He could feel the heat coming off him from that distance. That musky brimstone made Aohren's nose crinkle. "Fine. What do you need me to do?"

"Just hold the trunks open beneath my feet so I can step into them. Then pull them up for me."

Now Aohren really felt like a babysitter. "Alright. Give me the trunks." Luke handed them to him. The two on top were the 6XL's and they were both the same design of red and white stripes. He thought they would look good on Luke, but kept that to himself. One was unfolded before Aohren fell into a squat and held it open on the floor. Hard to ignore was the pendulous sex organ swaying just inches in front of his face, close enough that it made his face blush. "Make it quick."

Luke obeyed by stepping into both trunk legs. From there Aohren lifted them up his powerful, sinewy legs. As they passed the knees Aohren felt the muscular swell of Luke's outer thighs. The waistband caught his penis and lifted it so that it aimed at the blushing dragon.

Suddenly he felt two massive hands grab hold of his lower back. They pulled him into the demon, bringing his face smack into the canyon between those Herculean pecs. His eyes bulged and a sharp inhale swept through his nose, pulling with it Luke's intoxicating smell. Instinct told him to shove off, but a sweeping arousal prevailed. With his hands on Luke's thighs and a leviathan cock pressed into his gut he didn't feel like leaving.

"Thank you," Luke purred. "I think I can bring it the rest of the way up. I just wanted to repay the favor with a show of affection." He let go of Aohren and started pulling at the swim trunks.

Aohren whispered, "Wait."

Luke stopped. "Yes?"

Aohren gulped. He was starting to shake. "You, uh... Got me a little amped up." He took a step back, allowing Luke's pecker to fall back into place, pointing at Aohren. "I might need a minute."

The demon smirked. "A minute to yourself? Or a minute with me?"

"No, none of that. Not here."

"I can make it quick," Luke boasted. He lowered the swim trunks, letting his fuck stick droop.

Aohren's eyes were locked right on it. He shook his head. "Too loud."

"I'll cover your mouth. Nobody will hear those cute squeals you like to make." Luke reached out to him with one hand. It cupped his groin, the middle finger poking through the gap in his thighs to massage his balls while the thumb played with his hardening penis. "Though I guarantee you'll try to make them."

That thrumming, baritone voice of his shook Aohren to his core. It was second only to the deft grope and squeeze of Luke's fingers, the thumb paying special attention to his cock. He grabbed Luke's forearm, not to wrench him away but to feel the flex and bulge of his tendons. "Y-yeah," stammered the horny dragon. "Let's just... make it quick and quiet."

Luke's smile deepened. "Yes, Aohren."

"And uh... You can call me master again."

"Yes, master."

The combined irony and raunchiness of that word turned Aohren's legs to rubber. He let go of Luke's trunks so that they fell to the floor around his ankles. The top side of Luke's penis rubbed Aohren's belly and shirt as it continued to rise. Aohren closed his hands closed around the shaft, feeling the might of his cock muscle and the leathery smoothness which covered it. He breathed more life into it with slow, deep strokes. Within moments the demon was at full staff, poking Aohren in his gut and forcing him to stand back to make room.

Luke purred. "Thank you, master. Allow me to handle the rest." He grabbed Aohren's shirt by the chest and pulled it apart. The buttons popped out of their sockets and went flying through the booth. Pi-pi-pi-pip! The breeze across his exposed trunk and the massive hands removing his shirt made Aohren shiver. His shorts were next. Aohren pushed them down his legs along with his boxers, leaving him in the nude alongside his titanic lover. His fiery orange pecker swung forth, meeting its more massive counterpart head-on.

Luke grabbed him by the shoulders and quickly spun him around. The time for niceties was over. Things were about to get rough. Aohren let out a faint gasp as he felt himself being lifted into the air. His legs hung beneath him. He was weightless in Luke's ungiving grasp, forced to feel that huge cock bump into his backside as Luke maneuvered him there. Instinct made him open his legs and lift his tail, ready to receive the sex demon's service.

Luke let out a satisfied grumble at the sight of the dragon's pert hind end. He brought one hand to Aohren's stomach and brought him level with his cock. The tip sank into that vulnerable canyon with just a short push. Aohren gasped. His heart was starting to race. Luke's hot breath beat into the back of his neck. Glassy excitement started to ooze from his cock tip, falling to the booth floor in a long, glassy strand.

He couldn't wait anymore. He whispered sharply, "Hahhh... Fuck me. Do it now."

A deep murmur went directly into his ear. "Of course, master." With one hand on Aohren's shoulder and another on his gut, Luke pulled him down. In just that one shove he gaped Aohren's tailhole. In went the head, molding the flesh to his cock breadth and making Aohren whimper.

"Uhh! Huhhh! Ahhh!"

More went inside, grating past that sensitive boy spot and thickening the stream of precum that drooled from Aohren's cock. The hand on his tummy felt a solid mass rise into the whimpering dragon's gut. A visible bulge passed the navel, stopping at Aohren's chest when Luke had him to the balls. There was a throaty growl as Luke lifted Aohren so that his back was to Luke's chest. Their heads were side by side, Aohren's wearing a gaped expression contorted by pleasure. Luke's was calmer, more focused on kissing his master's cheek while such supple flesh choked his cock.

"Quiet, master," whispered the goat between smooches. "Don't alert the store."

Aohren closed his mouth to bite back a moan. Something like a choked squeal eeped through his nose. "I'm trying. I'm trying." He patted the huge bulge that had sprouted up his gut. Even through the layers of scale and muscle he could feel the flare of Luke's glans. Aohren laughed weakly. "So big..."

"So you've told me." Luke migrated the hand on Aohren's belly to his face, completely covering the snout and muffling his whimpers. "If you love it so much, why don't I give you some more?" A trembling Aohren nodded. "Good boy. Now try and be quiet for us. Don't want us to get caught."

Luke pulled him up the length of his cock, leaving his glistening black shaft to bridge his lap and Aohren's sorely gaped tailhole. Without humping, Luke yanked him back down to the hilt in one fluid plummet. Schhhhhhhp. A hearty sigh blew through his nose as he savored his master's grip.

Aohren appreciated it much more, moaning directly into Luke's palm. "Hnnn! Hnnn! Mmmmmm..." His legs, still hanging freely, bent and unbent wildly. The heels would bump into Luke's shins and knees as his journey up and down that magnificent pillar repeated at a long and steady pace. That huge cock bulge would swim up his tummy when he came down and then retreat with the following ascent. His control in the matter was nonexistent, his every movement dictated by the stud whose rough hands were clamped to him, forbidding struggle or protest, not that Aohren would provide either.

Luke huffed through his nose and into Aohren's ear. He grumbled, "Feels sweet, my little cock sleeve, doesn't it? Yes~" He nibbled at Aohren's neck, making his head swoon to the side. "I knew you'd want to get fucked. You mortals are so easy, especially sissy ones like you. I hugged you to my body and you were like putty in my hands. Isn't that right, slut?"

Aohren melted. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as the tide of red colored his face. "Nnnnnnnnnnnnnn~"

"Mmmm, that's right~" Luke increased the pace, throwing Aohren up and down his dick quickly enough that the sound of impacting flesh began to ring throughout the men's changing area. His glutes crunched to deliver humps at the moment of impact, adding a degree of force that brought the squeals on. That shrill siren of delight tickled Luke's palm as Aohren gave it. The demon chuckled. "Yeeeees~ Let me hear it."

Aohren did the best he could, those pathetic squeals fueled by the leg-numbing bliss running through his bum and lower body. It spiked into a nova, white hot and growing. With each successive moan he reached a new octave that was in tune with his rapidly escalating pleasure. Luke recognized the signs and went harder, faster. BAP-BAP-BAP-BAP-BAP. His own devastating climax was on the brink. His face crinkled and his huffs grew louder. He smothered them in the back of his master's neck.

Aohren came hard. His flow of precum exploded into a thick rope of white batter that smacked into the booth door. The force of each spurt was provided not by the throb of his cock muscle, strong as it was, but by the continuous slam of Luke's pillar. With the flight of his cum was the crescendo of his squeals, so high that it could barely be registered. Much clearer was the violent spasming that beset his thighs and jiggled his body.

Loyal to his fuck toy of a master, Luke had withheld his own climax until Aohren's was in full swing. With the go-ahead painted on the door, Luke heaved one last hump and exploded. A literal flood of seed, heavy and potent, swept through Aohren's innards and filled his gut. With just a few heavy throbs of his cock the dragon started to swell, each pump loud and throaty.

Skwirrshhhh-gloob. Skwirrshhhh-gloob. Skwirrshhhh-gloob.

His normally flat stomach swelled past his shirt flaps, turning into a thoroughly pregnant belly sloshing with cum. It was not all that grew. Luke's cock began to swell at a similar rate, reaching deeper into Aohren and bloating everything outward. Aohren's insides stretched and thinned around that throbbing artillery piece, now big enough to absorb most of his abdominal space. His tailhole opened around it, that ring of muscle kept in one piece by no small amount of magic.

By the time Luke was finished Aohren had bloated into something like an oversized beach ball. It sagged over his beltline, big enough that the huge cock buried within its core couldn't be seen anymore. He was lost in a fugue state, hanging there like a zombie, his limbs twitching. The whites of his eyes came to bare as they rolled back into his head. A hideous groan bubbled into Luke's palm.

The demon chuckled. "Excellent work, master. You took all of it. I hope that was to your satisfaction~" He pulled his hand down from his mouth so Aohren could speak.

It took a while before he could, his faculties having been fucked out of him. His brain was churning in a cistern of pure joy, unable to right itself. He licked his lips and whimpered. "Mmmmm... Yes, it was. Fuck..."

"I thought so." Luke patted his gut and gave it a shake. The cum splooshed loudly. "Look how big you've gotten. I must say, I'm proud of myself."

Aohren knew he had bloated, but wasn't aware of the full extent until he looked down. Horror made his eyes go round. "Oh no. Oh fuck! No!"

Luke's smile vanished. "What's wrong?"

"This!" hissed Aohren, suddenly sober. "You turned me into a goddamn blimp!" He kicked back at Luke's legs weakly. "Get me off this thing!"

"Yes, master. Easy now." Aohren went still, allowing Luke to pry him off his pole verrrrrry slowly. A terrible, wet suction noise rang through the booth as the dragon came sliding upwards, revealing a monstrously thick cannon wrung with veins and glossed with nut. Aohren felt it sink down his insides, towards his bum. Did it get longer? he wondered as he reached the summit. His pucker could shrink again, but not quickly enough to stop the sickening belch of a popped balloon's worth of cum falling out of him and smacking the floor like a gooey meteor.

SPLAT!

Aohren let out a shuddered sigh as a great void replaced what had been Luke's penis. He tried clenching but could not hope to contain all of the splooge that fell from his backside in a continuous waterfall. A thickish puddle of ivory blew out across the floor where it landed, splashing Luke's toes and threatening to encroach on the walls.

"Oh, no, no, no!" hissed Aorhen. He had to think fast. Looking around frantically he saw the pile of unworn swimming trunks. He pointed to them. "Stuff one of those inside me! Stop the flow!" Luke didn't hesitate. He grabbed one of the trunks and promptly jammed it up Aohren's butt like stuffing someone's mouth with a rag. "Eep!" It was crude and unseemly, but it stopped the cum flood. "OK, OK," panted Aohren. "Put me down."

Luke did so carefully. It took a moment for Aohren to balance on his sex-wobbled legs, but he was able to stand. Seeing the damage he and Luke had created made his heart plummet. "Oh, this is just great." He turned around and was struck by the new size of Luke's cock, now up to the goat's collar and thick like his calf. "What the fuck is that? How did that happen?"

Luke patted his wet member. It was starting to go soft. "If I cum enough times in a day it starts to grow. It can get even bigger than this."

"And you didn't bother telling me that?"

Luke shrugged. "You didn't ask."

Aohren wanted to throttle him, to order him to get on his knees and accept a beating, but there was a much more pressing issue at hand. There was a flood of sex oil in the booth, a conspicuously massive gut on Aohren, and an even less subtle dick hanging off Luke. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. OK. Uhhh..." A plan formulated in his head. Not a good one, but better than nothing. "Alright. Stay here and put on the trunks as best you can. At least try to cover your dick. Put the coat back on too. I'm going to see if I can't find some stuff to clean this stuff up with."

Luke grabbed the trunks to put on. "Won't they notice your huge gut?"

"Yes, but they'll notice your giant cock quicker. Just stay here, alright?"

Luke nodded. "Yes, master."

Aohren sighed. This is going to fucking suck. He put on his underwear and shorts, successfully covering the stains on his hind end. His shirt, however, had no hope of hiding the obese cum gut that hung from him. He tried pulling the shirt over it only to remember that the buttons had popped off when Luke opened it. Even if they hadn't, there was now way they were going to meet over his belly.

"OK. Here we go." He stepped from the booth and made a brisk pace into the store. His gut was cumbersome, sloshing and gurgling with every step, ready to topple him over at any moment. He caught the attention of the flamingo and Ryan, both of them wondering if that was the same dragon they'd seen walk into the changing booth. Aohren was out of their sight soon enough, vanishing into the bathroom with a head of steam, praying nobody would be in there. Fortunately, no one was. The paper towel dispenser held an entire roll. It wasn't as good as what he might've found in the cleaning closet, but he wasn't quite ready to ask where that was. He opened the dispenser and removed the roll before hustling his way back to the changing room. The roll was clamped in his arm as the flaps of his shirt bounced off his jiggly belly. He huffed and puffed along the way, praying with all his might that Luke could somehow fit the trunks over his colossal cock. Maybe we can fashion some kind of sleeve with another pair of clothes, Aohren thought as he entered the changing room and grabbed the booth door. He opened it. I'm sure Luke has a way to-

He came to a dead halt. Luke was still in the booth, but he was not alone. His back was to the side wall. Both hands were locked around his penis, now the breadth of a wine barrel. Sticking out of the tip were the legs and feet of a person gradually being pulled headfirst into the demon's loins.

Luke saw his master standing there in abject terror, mouth and eyes agape. The roll of paper towels plummeted from his grasp. "Hello, master," Luke grunted casually. "Close the door, will you?"

Aohren came close to screaming before he realized how exposed they were. He leapt inside and slammed the door behind him. His hands slammed to the sides of his head as he watched the poor soul being dragged into his servant's nuts. "Luke! What are you doing!?" he hissed, all effort preventing a scream.

"He wandered in here," Luke said with another grunt, one that drew his victim deeper. Schloooom. "That dog, Ryan. Came to investigate, I think. Mmf. Opened the door on me. He was going to tell on us." Those last three words strained as he clenched again, absorbing Ryan to his ankles, leaving only his feet left.

"So this is what you did!?" Aohren grabbed Ryan's feet and tried pulling. He didn't make so much as an inch. The seal between his legs and Luke's cock slit was impenetrable. "Let him out!"

"Ahh, easy master. It's too late. Once this starts- Hnn... There's no stopping it." Luke proved his point with another clench, this one slurping up the last of Ryan's feet so that none of him remained. They slipped from Aohren's fingers, leaving nothing but a tightly wound dill hole to stare back at the hapless Dragon. He watched as the bloat of Luke's cock shrank towards the hilt in sync with a rapid swell of his scrotum. There was the shape of Ryan's body stretching it before balling into a motionless fetal position, resting on the floor between Luke's fat orbs. His penis was back to a normal shape, though still much larger than when Aohren had last seen it, able to reach the top of Luke's horns if he had stood it upright. Currently it was slumped to the floor like a limp tree trunk, a giant slug of cum drooling from the tip.

The demon sighed. "Ahhh... He was a strong one." He patted the person-shaped bulge in his sack. "But not strong enough. They never are."

"No," muttered Aohren. "No, no, no, no!" He looked up at the demon. "Let him out!"

Luke gave him a sad look. "I'm sorry, but my manhood isn't like my gut. Once you're in there, you're not coming out, at least not how you came in. Not without the proper magic."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean-" Interrupting him was a floor-rumbling gurgle sound that blew from his scrotum. Then it began to settle like a house after a strong breeze. Ryan's shape began to soften, losing its sharp bulges and returning to the natural rotundity of Luke's sack. "Ahhhh... I mean there's a process that starts once he's in there, one that turns him into cum."

"No... No, no!" he pleaded once more, this time dropping to his knees and sinking his hands into the slowly malforming mass that was once a full person, now a conglomerate of flesh and jizz. He felt Ryan's proud muscles dissipate around his fingers, each layer unraveling under the constant churn of sex fluids. Deeper and deeper Aohren's hands sank until they were deep in nothing but a pit of goat nut, held at bay by only a layer of soft, black skin. Punctuating the end of the process was a long, hearty gurgle that tickled Aohren's palms. "No... Fuck!"

"Apologies, master, but I couldn't let him get away."

Aohren didn't listen. He was in shock. He stood up, despondent eyes still looking into the broad canvas of scrotum. "We gotta get out of here," he said flatly. "We can't stay here. We're going home and I'm sending you back."

Luke was disappointed, but not surprised. "Yes, master."

Aohren grabbed the demon's wrist. "Come on." He pulled Luke out of the booth, knocking him by the shoulders into the walls as he went. They stormed out, Luke having to waddle around his bean bag of a scrotum while his pecker dragged on the floor and left a snail trail of cum in his wake. All that covered him was the blue coat, nothing else having any hope of hiding his shame. People in the store screamed at the sight of him. The flamingo was behind the counter with a fallen jaw. Aohren ignored them, although he had the presence of mind to pull his wallet out of his pocket and blindly chuck it at the register. There were half a dozen credit cards in there and about $500 in cash. Hopefully that was enough to cover everything.

The jog back to the condo was miserable. More people hollered and ducked away. Cars screeched to a stop. Hecklers shouted insults. Aohren paid them little mind, too distracted by the fatigue of carrying a belly full of cum and pulling a 10-foot demon whose dick made a dragging sound every step of the way. They made it to the building after what felt like hours. The charge up the steps was agonizing, drawn out by more people spotting them and screaming. They ran into one unlucky lady on the steps, a French poodle with white fur. Aohren told her to get out of the way. She obeyed instantly.

At last, they were at the door. Aohren unlocked it and all but threw Luke inside. Aohren followed, slammed the door, and immediately set about looking for the black magic book. All he had to do was recite a brief cantation that would send Luke back, and it would be done. Luke, meanwhile, stood at the center of the living room, hands behind his back, waiting patiently.

Aohren looked and looked, but the book was nowhere. He overturned couch cushions, shoved things off the counter, but he couldn't find it. "Where is it?" he demanded out loud. "Where the fuck is it?" He scowled at Luke. "Do you know where it is?"

Luke bowed his head. "I do."

"Then tell me where it is!"

"It's in my balls," Luke answered plainly.

Aohren's eye twitched. "Excuse me?"

"I stuffed it in my cock before I left. That's what I was doing while admiring the painting on the wall. I wasn't lying when I told you that. It is a nice pai-"

"WHY DID YOU DO THAT?" screamed Aohren, hands bent into strangle-ready claws in front of him.

"I was afraid you'd recite the sending ritual before we'd finished our trip, so I hid it." Luke scratched his snout guiltily. "Though I see how much of an error in judgment that was."

"Yeah, you're fucking right about that." He rubbed his hands down his face blew through his lips. "Alright. Just cum it out and I'll recite the ritual."

Luke reached down and picked up his limp pecker to begin stroking it. "I can do that, but I think it will take a long time."

"Oh yeah? Why's that?"

"I can't guarantee that the first orgasm will release the book. I can't guarantee any orgasm will release the book. I suggest you climb in and retrieve it yourself."

Aohren scowled at him silently. "You're kidding. Tell me the truth."

Luke shook his head. "I speak nothing but that. If you want the book now, your best option is for me to drag you inside so you can fetch it."

"Won't that turn me into cum? That's what happened to Ryan."

"I can use magic to prevent that from happening. It's what I used to keep you safe in my belly. It's still in our contract that I can't bring you any harm. I didn't use that spell on Ryan because I considered him a threat. I know you much better than that."

"Fuck..." Aohren turned around and ran a hand through his hair for what had to be the dozenth gesture of disbelief that day. He took a deep breath. I should've never borrowed that damn book. "Alright. Fine. I'll do it."

"That would be wise, master. I don't want to ruin this abode of yours with the deluge that masturbating would bring."

Aohren faced him. "Oh, you mean worse than you already have?" Aohren waved it off. "Whatever, let's just get this over with."

"Yes, master."

Luke sat down on the nearby couch, letting his sex organ droop in front of him like a tree branch sagging under the weight of snow. Veins the size of snakes wandered through its ebony façade. Precum continued to drool from the slit. His balls sat on the rug like two basketballs, ovoid and portly. Aohren would've admired the sight if he didn't have to venture into it. At least the cock is bigger now. Maybe that'll make things easier.

It didn't help the intimidation factor as he wandered up to the looming behemoth and began to strip. He stood in the nude before the demon's altar once again, his belly still stretched by its treasure. The cock slit stared back at him as he looked up, goading his further approach. "OK, so... What do I do first?" he asked.

"Allow me, master." Luke leaned forward on the couch and pressed down on his dick. The tip fell towards Aohren and landed on his face heavily. He would've been knocked over if not for the slit clamping to his face like a plunger. Hot, wet flesh pulled at his features, trapping his head and sucking it in with one resolute clench.

Shoomp!

The world went black. Aohren groped at his head but instead found nothing but thick glans. Pushing on it did nothing, especially not when Luke began to clench his floor muscle.

"Relax, master," said the demon. "You'll be in there quickly. Hrn!" Another mighty pull sucked Aohren upwards. The tip fell to his shoulders and began to widen like the jaws of a snake. More of him was pulled inside, rendering his struggles fruitless. He surrendered himself soon enough, letting his grip on Luke's cock helmet go so that he could be absorbed more effortlessly. "Ahhh... That's good, master. Just a few more pulls."

And so it was.Aohren made his journey up Luke's cock pipe in a series of heavy squeezes. His arms were glued to his sides, kept there by a lung-crushing force coming from every direction. It reached the upper swell of his gut, shoving the cum out like icing through a piping bag. The trunks still crammed in his tailhole shot out like a wine cork that was followed by a comet tail of rudely sputtering cum. Ppblblblblblblblblffffff

His snout fell into Luke's scrotum, a slimy reservoir of nectar as thick as it was smelly. By then his waist had been brought into the cock cocoon which was bowed down by the weight of its occupant. His butt disappeared, then his thighs. The rest was smooth sailing with Master Aohren being sucked into Luke's penis in one, fluid pull.

Schllllllllp!

Down into the sack he went, tumbling in a vat of cum with no bottom. Though the scrotum stuck to his wriggling body like shrink wrap it felt like he was suspended in a void. Each thrash of the arm or kick of the leg would find nothing but viscous oil or rough testicle.

Luke was sitting back on the couch, panting his satisfaction as the dragon tussled between his nads. Magic kept the dissolving at bay, though the temptation to let go and absorb his master could not be ignored. Doing so was impossible thanks to the contract, but even if it wasn't Luke had come to enjoy the dragon's company. He wouldn't have done anything to hurt him.

"Mmmm... Any luck in there?" Luke asked his rumbling ballsack. He didn't get an answer besides more squirms. "It's in there. Keep looking." Part of his encouragement came from how nice it felt to have his testicles jostled so chaotically. Suddenly, things went still. Aohren had stopped moving. "Master?" asked Luke. "Is everything alright?" More silence. Dread began to fill the demon. B_ut the magic is still strong! He can't be..._

A hand jutted out against the skin. It was clasping onto something that had the unmistakable shape of a book. Luke grinned. "You found it! Good. Now to let you out." Luke stood up, bringing his siege weapon of a phallus up with him. Both hands began to stroke it, though they failed to wrap all the way around such a barbaric shaft. It didn't matter, not when the flesh was so tender to the touch after so many orgasms. The demon wasted no time, throwing his muscular arms in a flurry to pump out another climax.

It was upon him quickly, though it did not result in ejaculation, at least not at first. Instead of a white goo rocket there came a bulge at the hilt of his shaft where Aohren's head had reentered the urethra. It made rapid progress up the rest of his shaft, relinquishing the scrotum its burden and giving birth to Aorhen's cum-soaked face. His eyes shot open to see the light of the living room wall. It transitioned to the rug as his body came spilling out with his limbs still squeezed together. He hit the floor chest first, the rest of him filing out of Luke's body in a heap for the second time that day.

Luke signaled the accomplishment with a loud groan. "Hrrrnnggghhaaaaahhhh!!!" Following his master was the first real shot of cum, delayed but not withheld. It blew across with living room and struck the wall with a loud thud! There was another shot, then another, each burst a biblical flood on their own. Aohren suffered the storm while bundled up on the floor. He kept the book huddled in his arms against his chest to protect it while blobs of nut fell on him like rain. At last Luke reached his limit, and the cock Aohren had been jettisoned from went limp for the last time.

Aohren was painted white from head to toe. He shook his head, whipping threads of semen off the tails of his hair. Very few orange scales could be seen beneath a heavy layer of ivory. Slowly he gathered his strength and stood up. His arms opened to reveal the book, covered in cum, but overall unharmed.

Luke was fighting to catch his breath. He smiled when he saw Aohren holding the book. "Oh, good. You got it."

"I did," said Aohren, somewhat proudly. He had to spit away a wad of splooge as it sagged down his lip. "Ptoo. That was crazy. Ptoo. I don't want- Ptoo. -to go in there again." He opened the book and flipped to Luke's page. The pages were remarkably intact. Thank God.

"I suppose this is goodbye," remarked Luke. He watched Aohren's eyes dart back and forth in their sockets as he looked over the incantation. "For what it's worth, you have been the best summoner I've had in a very long time."

Aohren memorized the incantation. Looking up from it, he met Luke's gaze and saw something like remorse or regret. Aohren did not return the expression, not knowing how he felt. "Yeah, and you were definitely... an interesting first time."

Luke bowed his head. "An honor, master."

Aohren recited the sending spell. It was done in only a few syllables, its successful utterance triggering a sudden vanquishing of the living room light. The condo fell into blackness. When the light returned, Luke was gone, leaving Aohren alone in the slimy detritus of their time together. Tired, battered, and soaked in cum, Aohren sighed.

"Hope Aolonna never finds out about any of this..."

THE END