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Grammer sucks. Bite me :P Was kind of written on a whim to give an origin to a new character on SL. If you like dark and demonic and dont mind little extreme stuff, this is the one for you.

Jarin sat crouched in the darkness of the magical classroom, his nose pressed close to the floor. The scent of the musty wood beneath his nose tickled it, threatening to make him sneeze but he held his breath to keep from doing so. The white chalk lines that etched the floor were almost done. The young human mage's hand shook slightly as he carefully drew the final line in the arcane inscription for the summoning circle he had spent the better part of the night working on. The human boy couldn't have been older then seventeen. Mousy brown hair was a messy nest on top of a thin, still hairless face. He had that tall, gangly look to him of a boy not quite finished growing. Most would have called him homely looking. In fact that's what most of the girl's in the village near the training hall's called him. The only saving grace was that the boy had the loveliest pair of silver blue eyes that sparked from within with the hidden potential of his current calling. Magic. Since he had come to Drekihiem at the insistence of his parents, he had been taken in by the mage in charge of magics in the Overlords standing guard. It was by no means a glamorous position. He had come to learn that, while he had potential, it was not yet unlocked. And the path to unlocking it was a long, hard, and most of all, boring path to walk. He had all but given himself over to such a tedious life when he had found the book. Thinking of it now he turned his attention to the seemingly harmless book that lay open beside him. He had found it in the Head Mage's study, fallen between two shelves and covered in a thick layer of dust. The old mage or perhaps even his predecessor had probably had it resting on the top of the shelf and at some point it had been knocked between them to lay forgotten for who knew how long. The young teen felt another thrill go up his spine as he remembered the sensation when he had first taken the book into his hands. The rush of Power that had raced through him from the object had left him nearly breathless! Even now, just looking at the yellowed pages with is odd, rust colored inked lettering, sent his gut twisting in anticipation. This book had whispered him little secrets in its ancient pages. The small cramped writing within it was often hard to read, and it had bled into the parchment in places or become faded with age. But it still gave up its secrets of magic. Jarin knew that much of what it said were forbidden arts. Things in dealing with the blood magics and sacrifice that the Overlord and the Mage's had strictly made illegal. But why? Even he could feel the Power that it unleashed. He had only killed a few small animals, in the darkness of his room, taking from them the rush of power that they released at their moment of deaths. Nothing too big. A rat he had trapped in the kitchens, a bird that had a wounded wing. But tonight. Tonight he had to have something larger. The boy's tongue licked across his lips nervously as he sat up from his handiwork. The runic etchings he had made with the chalk were still dormant, nothing more then chalk upon wood. But even still, looking upon them seemed to make ones eyes hurt. As if they tried to crawl across the surface of their own will. Jarin rubbed across his eyes and looked away from it, looking back at the book beside him. The diagram in the book seemed to do the same thing, so he assumed it had to be right. He knew that many mages, when they grew to a certain skill they could call to them a familiar to aid in their magics. But that was too far away for him! He wanted Power now, and this. THIS would give him what he wanted. A demon, bound to him and forced to do as he bid. Not a big one, this had to be small, easily controlled and easily hidden. A minor demon, an imp that could feed him just enough to prove he was ready to be something more then a lowly apprentice. The boy turned his attention to the goat that stood placidly chewing its cud, tied off to the side. This would be his sacrifice for the night. He had never killed anything so large before, but the thought of the rush of power he could gain from this beast was enough to make his heart race in anticipation. He knew, on some level it was wrong, but the Power he gained from it burned away those reservations. Turning his attention back to the book he read over the incantations carefully, murmuring the words under his breath a few times before turning to face the circle. The words for this part of the ritual had been quite clear and his voice rang with a confidence in the dim workroom. The spelled words of Power felt strange in his mouth, twisting his tongue in odd ways. If words could have a taste these were acidic and they made the back of his throat burn, but he said them anyway. "Aw xdopn kolnfyzz blat qwepw odd yjed ofk zef patyz balsw. E podd ihaf uai sa rejy sa ty afy ab uail aqf! E xefk es sa ty xu swy zoplebepy ab xdaak ab xyozs ofk xafy, ofk izy swez sanyf oz swy ofpwal blat qwepw swyu tou zyljy!" The chalk circle upon the wooden floor seemed to shimmer and ripple as the last utterings of the words escaped his lips. This was a good thing! It meant it was reacting to the incantation and was primed for the offering. Jarin's breath grew more quick as he grabbed the silver ritual dagger and got up from the floor. That stupid goat just kept on chewing its cud stupidly, its gold eyes blinking sleepily in the faint flickering candle light. Nervous fingers plucked open the knot on the rope that bound the goat to the chair he had tied it too. Grasping one of the horns he would tug the beast over to the faintly glowing circle. Not an easy task to be done. The moment he began to pull the beast towards the circle it seemed to gain some sense of its iminate danger and all four of its legs suddenly went rigid. Some instinctual fear of what that circle represented and where it was being tied to caused the goat to struggle. The loud bleatings of the animal beginning to kick up a ruckus. Jarin cursed and struggled against it, trying not to smudge the chalked impressions on the wood. If he didn't hurry someone was going to hear this stupid beast! In desperation he plunged the dagger into the side of the goats neck. The beast gave a strangled bleat as crimson welled up around the hilt of the dagger to splatter against the wooden floor. The circle flared with light, as if sensing its promised sacrifice was near. Finally the goat was silent! It still lived too, weakly kicking, its mouth opening in gurgled bleats that dribbled blood from its lips. But it was definitely dying! Even now he could feel the race of fear and pain from the animal feeding into him. He couldn't stop to savor it though. Hauling the dying beast to the circle he brought it to the edge and yanked out the dagger. Blood fountained from the wound and splattered against the lines of the circle. The light from within it grew stronger, and the blood seemed to melt into it, staining the white lines slowly crimson. It was taking too long though! With grim determination he took the ritual dagger and plunged it back into the neck of the dying goat and cut it open more, ripping the beast's throat open to spill the blood more quickly and freely. He dropped the dagger to the floor, where it clattered against the wood and came to rest just within the lines of the circle. The light within the goats eyes dimmed and turned glassy as he held its nearly decapitated head above the runed circle. There boy belatedly realized he had become spattered by the blood himself and some part of him wanted to wretch. However he serpressed that as the last white light from the circle was consumed in crimson. He tossed the goat's corpse into the circle and stepped back. Turning his eyes back upon the book he licked his lip nervously. The sharp metallic taste of blood greeted his taste buds but he ignored it. He had to say this part absolutely right. This was the part he called upon the Name of that which he wished to summon. Admittedly, he was a bit wary of this, as this here would be the most dangerous part. And the Name in this incantation was hard to read, the lettering faded to the point of being nearly illegible. "Wyol tu podd ihaf uai Mastema! Mastema xy xaifk xu swez Xdaak." His voice shook and cracked in the darkness of the room. But as he spoke the sullen crimson glow of the circle grew stronger, and a twisting, shimmering light began to grow from the center, just above the motionless body of the goat. It made his confidence grow slightly. It was working! " Mastema xy Xaifk xu swez Byssyl." The light within grew stronger, and the scent of brimstone and sulfur began to cloud the room with its stench. It burned the back of his throat, causing him to cough to clear his lungs. The room was growing strangely hot as well. And the dagger that lay just within the circle began to glow a molten red. "Mastema xy Xaifk xu swez Bdyzw." It was hard to see within the circle now. The light had grown, the corpse of the goat begriming to burn and char, adding to the stench within the room. The single candle had had lit was burning brightly, the was melting quickly, dripping and pooling against the floorboards. "Xy zittafyk balsw ofk xy xaifk sa zyljesiky!" He half coughed, half shouted the last of the incantation. The light from within the circle became blinding as a roar of fury vibrated from within. At the heart, the floor seemed to give way to some place Other. Fire licked up from it, filling the area within the circle. Jarin made a strangled cry and backed away from the heat that burst forth from the circle, hotter then even the blacksmith's forge at the height of summer! The book had said nothing of this! Panic began to grip him as he stared in horror at the place now Open. A clawed, wing flared up from that portal to fire. The fleshy webbing seemed to drip and ooze living lava, spattering across the floor as it came down, the clawed 'hand' portion gripping against the edge of the opening and pushing down. A second wing, matching the first would erupt upward. More of that liquid fire splattering across the floor, making it hiss and crackle. This was not an imp! Jarin's mind raced in circles as he stared in wide eyed horror as a strange hand appeared. Each finger was tipped with what looked to be a hoof, glowing and radiating heat and searing the wood beneath it. With a surge of effort between that hand and the wings, it pulled the owner of them upward. An equine head with a mane of living flame appeared, flinging its head back as if pulling oneself from a pool of water, not flame. Long horns crowned the equine features, sweeping back from the eyeridges of the creature. The tip of each of the four sweeping horns, two small ones in front of two larger ones, glowed with sullen heat. Eyes the color of molten fire were wide and staring with a burning anger the mouth gasped open as if breathing air for the first time. Long teeth not of equine make flashed with the glow of burning fire visible from within that open maw as another scream of pure fury escaped the throat. With a wrenching of shoulders and wings the creature pushed itself up from the pit of fire that had once been the floor of the circle. The beast's body was the most fascinating colors. Black fur, striped in orange seemed to be the most predominant from head to arms and shoulders, however the black gave way to orange just past the shoulders, sporting instead pale white stripes instead. Only to again return to black and orange from the knees down to where molten cloven hooves, wreathed in burning flames, finally came to rest upon the wooden floor. The chest and stomach of the creature however was a radiant white that caught the light of the burning flames, casting rippling colors of orange and yellow to dance across it The tail of living fire, made to match the mane that crackled and hissed down the beasts head and neck, lashed in anger, snapping and sending embers and sparks crackling in the air. The view of the Other place snapped closed the moment the second hoof joined its burning twin upon the floor. The creature remained crouched, gaining its bearings as it eyed its current situation. Slowly it stood upward. The form of it was feminine, but it was almost hard to tell. Blackened metal armor crafted to resemble the skull and bones of demons hugged against the body of the demonic mare about her chest and shoulders. A demonic skull of crafted metal hung from a belt just above her groin, biting down upon a strip of black silk that kept her form mostly covered. Jarin stared openly at it, her, as she stepped up to the edge of the circle and stopped. One of those burning hands reaching out to test its strength. He seemed to be utterly ignored as he sat gaping at what he had brought forth. The mares hand pressed against the unseen to him, barrier. Finding that she was indeed bound behind it, the lips pulled back in a feral snarl of rage. Then and only then did her attention turn upon the boy that sat just outside the circle. "Uai? Uai talsod plyosily wojy swairws sa zittaf ty? O hoswysep qozsy ab witof bdyzw?!" The demons voice radiated anger. Jarin couldn't understand a word of what she spoke, but it cause his ears to hurt simply listening to it. The boy's hands lifted to cover his ears as he struggled up to his feet. "D-demon! I have summoned you, and therefor you must do as I command you to do!" His voice was shaking. This wasn't an imp, but maybe this could be better! This was obviously one far more strong then the imp he intended! However the look of amusement from the thing bound behind the walls of the magical barrier dashed his hopes of that. Smoke escaped the mouth of the creature as she gave a mocking laugh, and spoke not in that hurtful, twisted tongue but his own. "You think you can command me little mortal boy? Do you? Do you know even who it is you have summoned within your circle of blood and bone? Do you even know how to control that which you have summoned of my realm?!" The mare paced within the circle, the hooves searing the place within it with every step, yet not once truly setting the ancient wood on fire. "T-the book said that you are bound to me and my service!' Jarin tried to sound confident in this as he went to the book, grabbing it up as if afraid the demon, though bound behind the barrier, might take it away from him. "Oh I am sure that book is most informative boy. I am sure it tells you all you need to know on the summoning and control of demons. But the understanding of it. That is what it cannot give you." The mare's eyes never left him as it paced within its trap. A small smile curling upon the muzzle of the mare. Those molten eyes seemed to trap him, like a snack trapped the mouse before it struck. The way she stared made the boys confidence begin to wane as a knot of fear began within his stomach. "I-I have done the incantations and have given the sacrifice! Just as the book said to. Now you should do as I say!" That confidence was fading more and more as the mare circled the limits of her prison. Those molten hooves of one hand dragging across it as she paced its limits. "Oh a masterful job of the casting child. Commendable truly for your lack of skill and competence. But you are still.... a child." The mare came to a stop just before where he knelt on the floor, clutching the book in front of him. The heat that radiated off her matched the fires of that Other place that she had crawled from, making it hard for him to sit there as he was. Sweat trickled down his spine, wetting the back of his robes as he got himself to his feet. The mare watched his every movement in a way that caused his inner core to shake like the last leaf in the first of winter's winds. "I-I am no child! I have summoned forth you to be mine! No child could have done that!" His legs were shaking, he could feel them shaking beneath the concealing length of his robes. "No. You are a child. Even now your fear of me slickens your body and weakens your will." Those glowing eyes grew brighter as she stepped back, to the center of the circle. "If you think yourself to be a man, come then to me and prove it. Otherwise, come to me and I shall make you one." A smile curled on the mare's lips, a smile that spoke of lies and secrets. Deception seemed to envelop itself about her tongue but there was something in the way she spoke. A compulsion that left the youth struggling not to blindly do as she spoke. Those molten, webbed wings unfurled, scraping against the sides of the circle's boundaries. Jarin stared openly as the mare unbuckled the chest peice of that dark armor and let it fall to the floor with a heavy thump. The young boy's could not stop their travels to take in the feminine curves that the demon had reveled. The pale white fur of those womanly assets caught the orange hazy glow from the fire that flickered about the demoness' hooves. The light caught and highlighted each crest and peak of her flesh. The flesh of the mare's nipples seemed to draw the eye, with the faint glow of the fire's furry contained within the demonic beast. And yet to look upon them was to desire them. Jarin felt his fear begin to melt away, to be replaced with something far different. The book he held so tightly to his chest began to slip from his fingers as he stared. The demoness' eyes glowed brighter, a look of satisfaction slipping to her features as she let the boy drink in the sight of her bared chest. "Come then... Step within the circle. You wish it do you not? Desire it?" The compulsion of her voice was as sinister as it was seductive. Part of his mind was screaming in terror, trying to fight it, but his body moved of its own will. With a clattering of leather and ancient parchment the book slipped from his fingers as Jarin stepped towards her one foot at a time. The boy's dazzling blue eyes memorized by what was reveled. He was within the circle of the demoness before he truly realized it. The boy's hand reached out to touch the bare flesh, but the mare's hooved hand caught it about the wrist. The burning hooftips should have burned his flesh as they had the wood, but instead felt hot enough to be uncomfortable and nothing more. "No boy. You may not touch until I say you may. You seek to control that which cannot be controlled. You summoned me to your presence and for that you will pay the price." Jarin tore his eyes away from the mare's bare chest, his breath coming in gasps as she held his wrist in her grasp. There was some ache within him that should not have been there! He should have been terrified, running away to seek help of the stronger mages, instead he felt his voice come tumbling from his throat. "Oh please. Please let me touch you. Your body it is so perfect. I must touch it!" There was a near desperation to his voice. This was not like him at all! What was happening to him? And why did he feel the growing ache beneath his robes as he stared up at the demonic creature that stood above him. The mare's smile only grew more satisfied with his near whimpered words of desire. Contemptuously she released his wrist from her hand and arched her neck in equine dominance. The webbed wings flairing outward. "If you wish to worship upon my form, get upon your knees and beg to serve me. Beg forgiveness for daring to coerce servitude from your new mistress." The words were spoken with deep satisfaction, the molten eyes half closing as she watched the inner struggle of the boy's will. The way it fought valiantly against the dark magics of her Compulsion. The boy's will broke easier then she thought as it lost more and more ground with every word she spoke. Now he would play by her whims. Foolish child. Jarin was unaware of this battle of wills, for to him, it was already a battle lost. The young boy fell to his knees before the mare who watched with a near impassive face. His hands reached out to grasp at the glowing cloven hoof, heedless of the flames that licked about it. He felt no heat as his hands slid around it and his tongue found the curve of the hoof. It was hot, there was no denying that, but it burned in a way that left him aching. "F-forgive me M-mistress! I was a fool. Please let me worship upon you as you deserve! Let me forever walk in your burning shadow so that I may forever bask in the heat of her presence. I must taste you Mistress, I must touch you. I was a fool. Please do not cast me away, for I will never be complete without you!" Even as he said them Jarin wanted to deny the words he spoke, but could not. His body truly screamed to touch her, to feel her. Even know he could feel the hardness of his loins as he prostrated himself upon the floor before her and licked at the flaming hooves. Mastema, demon of sin and flame only smiled approvingly as the boy gave worship upon her hoof. How easy it had been indeed. It had been so long since she had gotten the chance to twist a mortal's will to her desires. Perhaps being ripped from her home wouldn't be so very bad after all. A nice little respite before returning home. The mare removed her hoof from the grasp of the boy and stared down at him. The fire-made tail giving a lash behind her as she furled her wings once more, close to her body. The barrier of the boy's warded summoning circle was unpleasant to the touch, and would be a distraction from what she wanted. "Sit up then boy, and you may worship your Mistress." That deceitful, sinister smile pulled her lips back, revealing the sharpened fangs once more. With a practiced twist of her hooved fingers she undid the buckle to the metal armor about her hips. A crashing clang echoed in the darkened workroom, now lit only by the light cast from the burning mare, giving the room a sullen, flickering glow. Jarin gasped sharply as he took in nude form of the demon. Nestled between the thighs of that mare hung a heavy, swollen sheath. The head of the glowing shaft just visible within the white furred folds of the outer sheath. Jarin had never before desired a man, and yet seeing the male organ on his mistress only made his own loins ache worse. Heavy and full his mistress' balls hung just below the laden sheath. A whispered moan escaped his lips as he drank in the sight. Tucked just behind them lay the faintly glowing outer lips of the mare's feminine folds. They looked so hot and inviting, causing his cock to throb beneath his robes. His mistress was perfection given form! He wished only to serve hir, his Mistress! Wait, why did he think of her as that? Confusion conflicted within his eyes as his will struggled against the compulsion of the demoness. The demoness sensed his hesitation and confusion and sought to banish them once more as hir fingers slid beneath his chin and turned his attention back to hir. Putting more compulsion behind her words she would speak with a tone that gave no option but to obey. "Worship me." The words were so simple, but so very powerful. Confusion was banished as he stared up at the demon's glorious form as he whispered a soft "Yes Mistress." with all the aching longing he felt within. Mastema only smiled slowly as she stood up once more and watched her newest plaything do as he was told. So easy and so weak were these mortal things. Jarin's hands were inexperienced, shi could tell that he had never once touched another intimately. Not that shi truly cared. Taking the innocence from a virgin would simply be all the sweeter. The molten eyes half closed as shi stared down at the boy as he did as he was told. Jarin's hands slid up across the well toned thighs of the mare to envelop either side of the equine shaft. His own eyes slowly closed as he he pressed his face directly to her groin. The mare gave a sharp snort as he nuzzled against the sensitive orbs of his Mistress' sac, causing more of the molten colored stallion's shaft to push upward from the sheath. Shi smelled like brimstone and wood smoke mingled with the heady musk of a stallion and faintly subtler arousal of a mare. A moan trembled from his lips against hir flesh as his own swollen cock rubbed harshly against the fabric of his robes. "Oh mistress. Your body smells so divine! I wish to bask in its scent for all time." His words sent a thrill up hir spine as a deep, satisfied growl told the boy his words were pleasing to hir. Turning his head he would let his tongue slide from his lips to draw over the white furred flesh of one of those swollen, round orbs. Mastema gave another snort, and another inch or two slipped free of the sheath to rest against Jarin's cheek as he bathed first one testicle, and then the other with his tongue. The demoness stood still above him, watching him with an almost impassive face as he worshiped upon hir. The slowly swelling shaft plumping and growing against his cheek. The molten hued flesh was hot, almost searing, but any discomfort could not be felt with this desire to please hir. Tilting his head upward he let his tongue slide along the shaft to find the head. His lips wrapped around it, drawing as much of the meat into his lips as he could. His tongue explored the spongy head of the equine shaft, digging into the wide cumslit that lay nestled at its core. Mastema stomped a single hoof as any stallion did as they began to become excited. The length of the stallion-hood growing quickly. The boy may have been inexperienced, but it had been some time since shi had enjoyed the clumsy attempts of mortal hands to please hir. One of the boys hands slipped up to cup the balls, sticky with his own saliva. The other slid past it to find the folds of hir marehood. Tentatively his finger's explored the shape of it. The glistening, glowing folds were nearly as hot as the shaft now lovingly captured between his lips! The demon's eyes drifted fully closed as shi let hir head fall back. The mare's hands moving to grasp at the boys unkept, brown hair. Gripping it between hir fingers shi guided his head as his fingers explored hir female sex. The mare folds were wet, coating his exploring fingers with thick, slippery juices. Hesitantly his fingers would push into hir folds, sliding within hir tight sex. Those now sticky digits would be treated to the tight squeezing of hir pussy walls, causing him to moan in desire against hir shaft. "Good boy. Swallow more of your Mistress. There is more for you to worship." There was something in how shi said it. Something that should have set instincts screaming in fear. And yet the compulsion behind hir words seemed to dull those senses. Jarin only became more determined to worship it all. Already his jaws ached with how wide he had spread his jaws to accommodate hir length. The spongy head of the equine shaft nudging at the back of his throat, tickling at his need to gag. The hands on his head however was not going to give him that option. Sensing his need to pull back or gag, Mastema instead pushed forward. The boy's jaw going slack as the hot shaft shoved itself past the entrance of his throat and bulged against the limits of his throat. A deep, pleased whicker escaped the demoness as hir cock throbbed with more life. This boy's throat was exceptionally tight! Hir cunny walls clenched against his fingers as shi pushed her hips forward further. More of hir cockflesh pushing into his maw, cutting off his air as shi felt a hot squirt of hir precum finally escape into the boys body. Jarin could feel some odd detached panic as his breath was cut short. But despite it his cock continued to throb, untouched beneath his robes. There was an odd tensing of his mistress' balls as they rested against his palm, followed by a burning sensation as his Mistress' pre oozed into his throat. It burned all the way down to his stomach where it seemed to sit and burn there, ignighting further desire in him. The tainted seed further eroding his will and spirit away. However his growing need to breath was becoming hard to ignore and he pushed back, trying to remove that sticky rod enough to get a fresh lungfull of air.. Feeling the boy begriming to truly fight against hir hands shi relaxed them just enough to draw his head up. Inch after inch of her now fully aroused cock slipped up from the depths of his throat until a glistening, glowing, full sixteen inches of stallion cock rested just outside of his mouth. Hir breathing had quickend and shi stared down at him as the head of hir cock rested in his mouth. Another, glowing glob of precum oozed out onto his tongue with a soft grunt from the mare. Jarin swallowed the burning dollop of demonic pre-seed without hesitation, granting him a smirk of approval from the mare. Shi could feel his fingers still diving and digging into the female folds of hir female sex, and shi rewarded him by giving the digits another squeeze. "Say that you are mine to do with as I wish. Tell me that you will become my mare. Beg me to ease your ache.." Jarin didn't understand why he said it, why he needed it. But the promise of hir easing that ache inside him was too great to ignore. And all it took was for him worship hir! So simple a task, and one to be done with joy. Pulling his fingers from hir wet snatch, he wrapped the sticky digits about the base of hir shaft and used hir own fluids to slowly stroke against hir. Unbidden words escaped his lips, breathless and eager. "Oh Mistress! I am yours forever. My body is yours to do as you will." The boy nuzzled the side of hir shaft against his cheek, his body tingling with excitement as he spoke. More of the tainted pre-seed oozing against his cheek, hissing in the cold air and surely leaving his tender flesh pinked beneath the heat of it. "Make me your mare upon which you call upon time and time again! Please each your own aches upon me so that I may have mine quenched as well. I seek only to be your humble servant." Mastema's pleasure at his words could barely be hidden as shi watched hir pre-seed sear against his cheek, and yet the compulsion of hir magics made him not notice. Oh how wonderfully stupid these mortal things were! "Strip yourself then, and we shall see if you are worthy of worshiping me." Shi backed away from him, hir shaft standing firm in front of hir as hir back brushed against that troublesome barrier. Oh but it wouldn't remain there for long. A cruel smile curled on hir lips as shi watched as the boy scrambled to do as he was told. His hands fumbled with the heavy apprentice robes, tugging them up off of his head and tossing them to the side to fall outside of the circle. He nearly tripped over his own feet to get his underclothes off and shi nearly laughed as he stood in front of hir, his modestly sized cock jutting forth from his hips. Perhaps well enough sized for a human at six inches or so, but laughable in comparison to what shi sported. Stepping forward the demonic mare would slide the hooved fingers of one of hir hands about his shoulders, drawing him closer. His hands came up, unbidden, to cup at those firm, perfect breasts that now were trapped between them, even as hir other hands slid about his hips. The mare's lips were suddenly pushing to his own human ones. The hot molten tongue of the mare shoving itself within his own mouth and entrapping his own. That hot tongue nearly burned within him, hovering just beyond intolerable. And yet it caused him to crave her even more! With unnatural strength shi pulled him up against hir. Dark impulses of her own crafting crawling into his mind, making him do as shi desired as his legs slipped around hir hips and locked ankles behind hir back. That flagged, flame made tail tickled at his legs and feet as he held himself to hir. The flames were incredibly hot, but left his flesh untouched. Hir hot shaft grinded against his own smaller one as shi let hir tongue dance against his own. More pre-cum oozed from the wide cumslit at the center of that equine cockhead, slickening his furless stomach, pinking his flesh with the heat of it. Enough of this! Shi wanted to defile this mortal and shi was growing impatient. Breaking away the kiss shi had forced upon him shi braced hir hooves more firmly against the floor and shifted him in hir grasp. The hand about his shoulders slipped down between them, keeping him in place with hir other arm about his hips. Grasping hir own shaft shi slipped it down to press up against the virgin asshole of the young teen. Those molten eyes brightened as a thick cloud of smoke escaped those flared equine nostrils in excitement. The hot slimy precum oozing out against that puckered ring, making the young man moan. His smaller cock, now pressed between them, giving a twitch as his own, cooler pre dribbled from his cocktip. Jarin's pulse and breath quickened as he knew what was to happen. The last shreds of his will clawed at his mind, trying to break free, but as the hot head of his Mistress' shaft pressed itself against the tightly closed entrance of his ass, his will was finally broken as his mind blanked to all but what Shi would do to him. The pressure at the boy's ass slowly grew as the fat cockhead of that stallion shaft pressed more and more insistently against him. The demonic mare shivered in delight at the boy's painful moan. His small fingered digging against the sides of hir breasts as he clung to hir body. The arm around his hips held him more firmly as shi pushed forward with intentional, lingering slowness, drawing out that agony of first penetration for as long as shi could. Not even the slimy pre-cum of hir seed seemed to help his case. It seemed shi would simply be too large for some mortal teenage boy, but oh shi would make it fit! With a low, agonizing cry of pain filled pleasure came from the young boy's throat as the mare's male shaft finally managed to push itself past that tightened outer anal ring. Hir lips pulled back in delight at the agonized expression on the boys face, baring hir teeth as the cockhead pushed itself inside of him with an almost physical snap. Hir nostrils flared wide, snorting smoke across the boy's face as his newly deflowered ass spasmed around the head of hir cock. It was almost enough to cause hir to loose it now! Virgins were always so delightful. However his task was not yet complete. Shi was now inside him, but only just. He had a good fourteen more inches to go. Shifting hir weight once more shi would move both hands now to each of his hips, the compulsion over him causing him to entwine his fingers about hir neck. Once they were both in position shi began to push him down as shi jerked hir hips upward. Every shove caused the boy to cry out with painful pleasure, but his untouched cock throbbed and jerked with each one. The mare didn't draw back after each thrust, only thrust forward again. Shi would have him take hir full length and he would relish it! Inch after inch of that solid cockflesh disappeared inside of him. Every inch was measured with a grunt or snort from the mare, and near sobbing cry of the poor boy who had only wished to summon an imp. Only half of hir had found itself inside of him when it found that barrier from his anal passage and his true gut. The grin from the mare was one of true sadistic delight as the boy gasped in her grip. He was locked in some nightmarish wold of pleasureable pain as his Mistress took him as hir own. Mastema would not be kind with this new barrier. Shi knew what it was, and shi knew there was room for more just past it. Locking her lips upon the half sobbing, half moaning boy shi would push hir tongue once more to his own. Shi wanted to taste his scream! The hands gripping his hips grew more firm as shi pulled his shaft back slowly, sliding a few precious inches free before surging hir full length forward again to push past that inner barrier and sheath hir full length inside of him. Hir balls coming to rest against the curves of his ass as the boys body arched up in pain and twisted pleasure as he felt in insides seemingly torn apart. And yet somehow his cock simply spasmed and his seed began to spill between them. The scream that tried to rip from his mouth was instead swallowed up by the demonic mare as shi moaned in greedy lust in counter to his scream. The demoness held him there, hir cock throbbing within his gut. Shi could feel the hard lump of hir cock head pressing up from his stomach. Breaking the kiss shi leaned back to eye that bump, even as the boy moaned. And what was she to find, not just the lump, but the sticky mess of his orgasm that had been messily lost between them. He had cum! A soft, nearly mocking laugh escaped her. "Who gave you permission to cum little mortal? For that, extra punishment." Keeping her hold upon him she would lay him down at the center of the circle. The long forgotten dagger that had been dropped within laying near the boys head. Mastema's eyes flicked to it but otherwise seemed to ignore it. Shi had more important things to attend to then that just yet. With the boy upon his back shi leaned upward. Grasping the teen's legs in hir hands shi pushed them up and down so that his knee's press against his chest, and all the more gave hir access to his now well claimed ass. Compulsion made him grasp his his own legs and hold them, leaving the mare's hands free to slide up and grasp each ass cheek in turn. A small, satisfied growl escaped the mare's slender throat as shi spread his cheeks as wide as possible so that shi could watch as that molten hued cockflesh disappeared within the widely stretched hole of the boy's flesh. Oh he was so deliciously tight! The once puckered ring of the boy was stretched so wide his pink flesh had turned white. Shi licked across hir lips with a look of delight as she traced a hooved finger along his already spent, but still hard cockflesh. The boy moaned and his already tight anal walls squeezed down against hir, causing hir to shiver. "Mmm... You may be a stupid boy. But you are certainly delightful to fuck." Slowly, and leisurely shi began to thrust hirself into his body. Jarin had never felt so very full and satisfied in all his life. Despite the pain that had been nearly overwhelming he could do nothing but want for more. He knew his life was over for anything else that did not devote itself to hir, but he didn't care anymore. The hot shaft seared along his insides, burning his body with desire as he grips his own legs tightly. Already his cock was throbbing as shi took hir time in sliding hirself in and out of her body. Even as he looked down the length of his own body he could see the lump within his belly as hir cock slid itself in and out of his guts. And yet the sight only caused his cock to swell and throb harder as his eyes rolled back and another moan escaped him. "Oh Mistress! P-please. D-don't stop please. M-more! I want to be your mare! Please!" His unbidden begging caused Mastema to laugh. If it was a touch cruel well, shi was a demon. "More little mortal? Do you think you can survive more?" Hir hands slide along the curve of the boy's thighs as shi pushed hir full weight within him, grinding hir cockflesh deep inside of him as shi growled in delight. Shi had to take this slow or shi would loose hirself within him before shi wanted to. Even now shi could feel the head of hir equine cock begriming to flare out in preparation for release. "Yes mistress! Please! More! I-I need to feel you Mistress! P-please make me your mare. Let me give myself to you every day!" The mare's eyes half closed as shi watched the human boy on hir cock squirm and beg hir for more. Fine then! Shi would give him more. Slowly shi drew hir cock back. The flaring head of hir cock dragging slowly backward along the inside of his intestine, coming to a halt just before withdrawing from his gut, if only because that flared head wouldn't allow hir too anymore. Not without killing him that is. Hir wings flared upward, mantling above her like some molten bird of prey before shi thrust forward again with enough force to knock the wind from the boy with a gasp and half moaned pain. Again shi drew back, poised at the edge before it once more rammed itself home within his gut. And again. And again. The mare grunted with every thrust, nearly in mockery of the boy's own painful cries. Time and time again Jarin would feel his body invaded by the burning member that he was now slave to. His untouched cock was throbbing, aching for another release. A race of excitement going through him with every thrust, feeling the seed heavy sac slapping against his ass cheeks, simply waiting to release their torrent inside of him. Mastema was loosing hirself to the sensation of the tight flesh about hir cock. More and more shi lost hir senses of sanity to the carnal lusts of hir own desire. Every thrust shi made was harder and faster then the last. The boy began to get shoved along the floor, but as he came to the edge of the summing circle shi finally pulled him back to keep him in place. The flames that made up hir mane and tail grew brighter the closer shi came. He was hir'! He would always be hir's! And shi would let no other take him! A sharp ringing whinny erupted from the mare's throat as shi finally thrust hirself as hard within him as shi could. The lump of hir cock pressing up from his stomach all too visible as hir balls rested against his ass cheeks for just a moment. A look of pure, animalistic concentration on hir face would meet his gaze for only a moment before Jarin felt the sudden tensing up of hir sac against him . The heavy orbs squeezed and tensed, begriming to jump and twitch against him as he felt the hot demonic seed begin to burn within his guts. That flared stallionhood throbbing within him, the lump of his stomach throbbing in time to each spurting of seed that was spilled inside of him. The sensation was too much for the poor boy as a second orgasm spilled his seed across his own stomach once more, mingling with the now cooled seed of his previous release and the sticky slime of the mares' pre-seed that had been oozed out between them. Mastema's eyes rolled back and closed as shi flagged hir tail and snorted hir success of mating as any good stallion would have. Shi held herself there, riding through the glorious sensation of defiling the boy who had so stupidly thought to command hir! It took several moments before the mare's senses slowly returned. Slowly shi would sit back, pulling hir shaft from his now well used flesh. The flared head of hir shaft had gone down enough now that shi had released that it posed no threat of harming the boy as shi removed it. Standing up from the boy now laying exhausted against the floor hir cock dribbled a few drops of the glowing seed to the floor. The boy was a pretty sight really. His legs spread, covered in his own cum, with her own molten leaving oozing from the widely stretched hole of his ass. A smirk played across hir muzzle as shi enjoyed the view for a moment before shi pushed the image from her immediate concerns and instead walked over to where the dagger had fallen unnoticed. Stooping shi scooped it up and looked it over. A small bemused expression on hir face as the boy behind her moaned and struggled to stand up, holding his head as it waking from a haze. Turning to him as the nude, defiled young man turned to face hir shi held up the dagger. "Tell me, do you know what this is little mortal?" The dagger seemed to glow with some sullen light, visible only to the eyes of those who could work with magic. But it was not the clean aura of a normal ritual dagger. This held a black taint to it that twisted around the metal like a thread of poison. "Wh-what? It is my ritual dagger. Why?" Jarin's head felt so confused. What had just happened? He hurt all over, and his gut burned as if fire were crawling from within it. "What have you done to me?" "Hmm? You don't know what it is? A pity. You are more foolish then I thought." The mare caressed the blade lovingly as shi chuckled at his confusion. His will had been broken once, and would forever be hir's to command. But it was always so much fun to let them regain themselves to suffer through the memories of what shi had caused them to do. "You see, when you summon a demon, you must offer up a focus. That is how you summon a controlled demon. You control their fetter. It is what binds us to this world and we are slaves to whoever posses' our fetter. And if it is destroyed, we are returned to our home realm." The boys expression of confusion was priceless to the demoness as shi moved back over to hir discarded armor pieces and picked them up and rebuckled them into place. Shi waited. Surely he would get the significance of it soon enough. "W-what? The dagger? But the ritual said nothing about a 'fetter'." Mastema's laugh was cruel as shi strode over to the boy who stared at hir. "Oh but it does. Do not tell me you simply read the incantation without translating it." At the youngsters flush of embarrassment the demoness laughed, curling a hooved finger beneath his chin with one hand to look up at hir. Hir other hand slid the dagger point up to press to the throat of the boy. Jarin's breath catching in his throat as the metal seemed to burn against his flesh, biting into it and welling up blood against the blade without seeming to have to truly be pressed against flesh. That was not like the dagger he had dropped earlier in the night! "You truly did not know? You are even more stupid then I assumed. You will be of no use to me." And with a contemptuous flick of hir wrist the knife sliced through flesh and sinew. Jarin's eyes went wide as he saw his death standing before him with mocking laughter as he crumpled to the floor. Gasping and clawing at his own severed throat the world was quickly growing dark... but the burning in his gut only grew worse. Fire boiled within him, and the pain of it became worse then the fear of dying, and soon, all too soon, there would be nothing but fire and pain. Mastema watched in amusement as the mortal boy fell bleeding to the ground, gasping and dying like a gutted fish. The seed in his belly would condemn his soul to the hells, of that shi was most certain. To those of the proper Sight the view of the sullen glow within seeded in his stomach grew, and the soul that struggled to flee was consumed by it until it winked out of existence to be taken before the judgment of the Gods and condemned by the taint. Lifting the dagger up to hir lips shi would slowly lick the blood from the blade. A shiver of delight raced up hir spine at the fresh taste of mortal blood. There was no regret in that boy's death. He had summoned hir here and attempted to bind hir to him? Fah! He deserved his death. And shi had gotten some pleasure out of him and claimed a new soul for hell. A good day. Sheathing that most precious of daggers in one of the empty sheaths attached to hir armor shi would turn to the mess on the floor. With hir fetter now in hir possession shi really didn't need to stand about here anymore. Stepping over the dead apprentice shi left the circle. The runes upon the floor winking out, leaving only a burned impression of them on the wood. Surely whoever was in charge of this place would find and clean up the mess in the morning. But shi just couldn't let things go as they were. A lesson should be learned here. After all, this was a classroom!

The next morning the students of the warrior hall would step into the magical work room to a view out of nightmares. The nearly decaptiated body of their classmate lay strewn across the scorched wood floor. His body nude and clearly ravaged, laying in a pool of his own blood and the foul leaving of... something.... still oozing from the dead corpse. The wall across from it with a simple scorched message in the wall: "Children should not play with fire."