Chaos 8
This one came from a very short piece based in the Warhammer universe about a certain desk that had been confiscated by a Grand Inquisitor - Short and yiffy.
Chaos 8 - M/M, Oral/Seduction, Human/Demon - June 10, 2013 Written by Afril, Edited by Chaos Blackwing (cl) The Gay Furry Association
This one came from a very short piece based in the Warhammer universe about a certain desk that had been confiscated by a Grand Inquisitor
"Bastard Chaos-Lovers!" The Inquisitor muttered. To be able to afford such things as this all-wood desk, and he barely got by with plasti-furniture. It would still have to be burned, of course, but only after such items as this were... Misplaced. He touched it, noting how the imperfections in the rough-sawn material made patterns in the top. Along the front... Almost like letters - Without noticing it, his lips were moving in a chant that was much older than the planet he resided on. His mind transcended Space, briefly touching another mind, pulling it through it through the dimensions until...
He knew what being Posessed was like... He had seen plenty of heritcs with demons riding them - Or at least they Said they were posessed when 'Questioned'. Now, it was happening to him, and there wasn't much he could do about it. But it wasn't like he expected - There was no struggle, no demanding he give up his humanity. It was like having a warm blanket laying on top of him... Another mind gently caressed his fears away and he closed his eyes, feeling the transformation come over him in a wave of multi-colored sparkles.
When he could see again, he felt no different. But when he looked in the mirror that he kept to one side of his office, a plain brown mouse stared back at him - Except it was taller than he was. And it was most definately male, with a sheath as big as his fore-arm, and a huge pair of pink balls that felt wonderfuly full as he caressed them. Lust oozed from the dark button-like eyes as he ran his hands over his new body, tweaking his 6 nipples.
Gikin was hungry. And there was a being on the other side of the door who would do nicely for his first meal in ages...
"Markus, Come here please."
The aide came in swiftly, wondering if he had done something wrong. "Inquisitor?"
His boss stared at him strangely. Was there a stain on his suit?
"Close the door. Drop your pants... And park your cute butt over here."
If the command sounded strange, the enamored human didn't notice. He closed the door, dropped his pants and shuffled over to put his naked butt on the desk. He felt the blunt-clawed fingers cup his cheeks, digging in just a little. He saw a mouse's head dip between his legs, the pink tongue flicking over his cock-tip, making it jerk to erection, while long whiskers caressed his thighs. Thin lips engulfed his throbbing member, riding the taut skin, driving him insane as the creature bobbed it's head in his lap. His toes curled as the strongest orgasm he could ever remember having blew all sanity out of his brain, hands clutching the firm rodent shoulders, hips shuddering as the soft nose rubbed his thatch of hair, the muzzle sucking his nuts dry.
At last he lay on the desk, moaning as the tongue teased his length, cradled his dick in the mouse's mouth, keeping it from going soft, as slim fingers reaching under his shirt to tease a nipple. The demon pulled back slowly, nibbling on the man-meat until just the tip was collared behind the thin lips. It was thuroughly cleaned off by a talented tongue, then allowed to slide out, with a hungry kiss that made it thicken slightly.
"Mmmmmm... You taste so nice. But there is work to be done, and we both need some tea, I think."
A gentle swat on the still-panting human's rump got his aide to scramble off his desk. "As much as I prefer you naked, you do need to have your pants up when you leave."
Markus shivered with lust, pulling his pants up so he would look 'normal' when he left his Master's office. It would take practice to get all of that rodent's pony-whang inside him, but he looked forward to riding the mouse, bent over the wood desk, spewing his seed over it as Master came inside his ass. A much more worthy goal than 'Employee-of the-Month'... But for now, tea - Then kneel and lick Master's leathery balls clean.
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Gikin grinned, knowing every thought the human had. And agreed it would be nice to pound that firm, tight ass as deeply as he could. To sacrifice him and several other hot, willing males on the Altar of Lust. He stroked the wooden surface of his 'desk', grinning. And of course he would have to keep up his quota of 'Deviants squashed' - Both to swell his own ranks and to weaken others. He was a Pleasure-Demon, and despised his counterparts that spread hatred, fear and sorrow... The less influence they had, the better! He rubbed his hands together, thinking of the sexy human's rump, and how much he wanted to shove his muzzle into it, nip and lick and kiss the quivering mounds of man-flesh - Cream with your tea, Master?
Most definitely!
The End