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It was the third day of the Arcane Knight festival and the streets overflowed with drunks - the taverns unable to hold them any longer - and many of the Mages from the monastery overlooking the city loaned their Arcane talents to create spectacular fireworks in the sky. From the arched window of the monastery's library, Sam watched with the corners of his scaled lips pointing down. He shoved a worn book onto the nearby shelf. "Let's hope this year's different..."

The Arcane arts were a blessing and a curse for him. No matter how complex and guttural a spell's utterance, he could vocalize it on the first try and his claws could flex and bend like an archmage's, but all that ability came at a price. For him to leave the monastery, he'd have to find an Arcane Knight who could withstand his powers. The likelihood of which diminished as he matured, and secretly, he feared the view from the window was all he'd ever see.

He motioned with a flick of his wrist to his fist-thick spell book hovering in the air just a few feet away. It jerked forward only to be yanked back in place.

His mind went on the defensive, his tutors often tested him with these surprise encounters. His ivory claws gestured with a superhuman speed as the sleeves of his red robes fluttered about, "Invulera!" He bellowed the last syllable and the spell took hold, leaving a glittering silhouette of the invisible figure with his spellbook in his lupine maw.

There were no canine tutors.

Again, his fingers flew through the air etching a different, lethal patterning. The ears of the invisible creature perked up at his incantation and the dancing glitter flew away through the books and to a different part of the library before Sam could finish. The spell dissipated with a fizzle. "Come out now!" Sam bellowed. "I'll--"

The glittering figure reappeared, pouncing on top of Sam. "You'll what?" It growled, shedding its invisibility. The creature's short fur was a solid shade of black and most would assume he was a simple Canid, a Doberman in particular, but Sam knew otherwise. With his towering pink ears and threateningly sharp muzzle, the beast was obviously a hell hound. It smiled widely at his realization.

"Turn you into a statue."

"But then you'd lose your only friend."

"Friend?"

"As close as you seem to get to one." The smooth voice snapped right back. "Unless they're hiding behind the bookshelves."

"Clever. Now, how did you manifest?"

"All the magic in the air, of course," he motioned to the window. "I don't have long though. So, here's the deal. The magic here keeps me alive and avoiding my captors --"

A loud boom; a bright flash of purple filled the room. "Speak plainly. What do you want from me, beast?"

"Freedom." The Hellhound growled, jumping to his feet and marching towards the window. "I want my freedom and you want yours. This window here I see nothing but blackness but I can sense the world out there."

He turned around and Sam's eyes made out the pink tip poking out of his sheathe, and realizing what it was, he looked away from the muscled beast. "What you're asking of me..."

"-- is our freedom!" His voice and figure started to fade. His translucent lips spoke, "Kalvoltrix." Then, he was gone. Rising from the floor, Sam motioned to his spellbook and it followed him to a desk where a candleflame spell floated overhead. Just for a moment, he heard the rapid-fire booming of the fireworks, a finale he had seen so many times now.

Perhaps there was a bit of truth in the Hellhound's words...?

* * *

The crystals in the face of the gray stone glimmered in the morning sunlight. Voices rose and fell in excitement as the next batch of Mages were about to head out into the world, and had it not been for them, Sam would've slept on his spellbook throughout the greeting ceremony. As first student, he was suppose to greet them, they get to try to overtake his Arcane powers with their physical strength - fail - and then he would come back here to wait for another year.

"Except maybe--" He shook his head. The Hell-hound's tempting offer was still floating around in his thoughts, but it was out of the question. So rarely do deals with demons work out for the benefit of the caster. One of his dozen or so published volumes spoke about the problematic nature of their kind. While only a footnote in the mentioned volume, Hellhounds were gluttons for pleasure, mischief, and violence among other things he couldn't remember.

Sam jumped in his chair as a book tumbled off the shelf and the spine smacked the ground. The pages flipped furiously until about midway through the book. "Damn mind spells.." Sam muttered a spell to prevent mental intrusions. "I'm not going to look at that."

Some of the older and fragile volumes threateningly scooted to the edge of their shelves.

"You know I can rebuild those volumes, but I suppose you'll keep doing it until I read, won't you?"

One of the volumes leaped off the shelf exploding into a heap of dust and yellow paper scraps on the floor.

"Excellent," Sam muttered, pushing back his chair. "You know I have to give a speech shortly, right?"

Another volume crumbled on the floor - St. Thesius's collected works on Oneiromancy.

"Fine, damn it!" Sam collected the open volume off the floor.

The D'vaedreth Pack: Aligning with the constellation of Hedon, this type of Hellhound is indiscriminate in its sexual selection. Mating in orgies, D'vaedreth males openly mate with either gender; however, when a female is unavailable, they will actively dominate a single, submissive male until - Sam shut the book. How did that bastard know?

As if answering, another book fell down in the massive library. "Gods be damned! I'll read it when I get back." His red robes whirled as he turned away. He threw the book on his desk as he passed it and he stormed down the hall for the spiraling staircase, the spellbook floating behind him.

* * *

His fellow mages made a wall of red around the elegant, square courtyard, all of them chattering excitedly until he emerged. They politely nodded and he returned it before taking up position at the marble fountain in the center. His claws shaped the Ceremonial Spell, a complicated formality he had to carry for three years now, and at the end, he threw up his claw and high above, the sky exploded in red.

"March!" A grizzled voice bellowed and the floors shook with their metallic lockstep march. Their armor formed a wall as they rose up the stairs towards him, their excited faces hidden by the silver helmets reflecting the morning light. The first row of five approached and knelt before Sam, and he extended his glowing claw. Each man and beast reached out for it and despite their years of strength training, they could not reach his claw despite how hard they struggled. When they decided they failed, they left one by one, and another five came up to try and then fail. Ten rows came for him - nearly two for every one student there - and they all failed.

He got up and turned to them. Despite their helmets, he could sense the disappointment they hid. "A hundred and fifty men before you have tried and failed to match my Arcane strength. I understand it's a humbling experience, and know those you connect to here will make far better companions then I will ever." Sam bowed and left for the library; his duty here was complete.

* * *

Stepping into the library, he turned his attention to the mess of books on the floor -- all of them had been violently shredded by claws. Sighing loudly, he began to cast a modified spell, his ivory claws twisting, and it ended with a bellow: "Invulera." The small glittering orbs emerged from his hands once more and sailed around, stacking, fixing and shelving books. It took only an annoying moment for the library to be back in order, and he re-shelved the beast's book.

Turning around, he found one of the Knights standing next to his desk, still with his helmet on. "Are you just going to stare at me? I want a book on Oneirmancy."

"Excuse me. I'm the head student here and you'll treat me with the respect I've earned."

"Maybe I'll sink my canines into your spellbook, again?"

How was he in reality, again? "Oh, Gods help me. You wanted me to cast a spell. I'm such an idiot -- and why are you dressed as a Knight?"

"You know why..."

As Sam's scales shifted to a deeper, richer color, the Hellhound strutted seductively towards him, and Sam backed away.

"Stop, I won't let you." Sam pressed into the bookshelf and the Hellhound smirked, getting closer now.

"How?"

In a single blink of Sam's eyes, the beast closed the distance, and he fought down a surprised groan as sharp teeth buried into his neck. His scales yielded to the pearl daggers, and pain shot down his body. A vibrating, arousing pain.

The teeth would release their pointed grasp only to clamp down as soon as Sam moved. The beast was in control and from the lustful way he growled, Sam could tell how much he was enjoying it.

The vice like maw released its hold on Sam. "You want my dick in your ass, hm?" The whispers came sharply into his ear. "It's as big as your fucking forearm, and you get it all. I'll fuck you like a real canine!"

The beast pressed tightly against him, his scent almost overpowering him. "I can't!"

"You will_submit to me. You _will_be my obedient slut. And you_will be mine." His dark words insinuated what would happen if he refused him, and Sam agreed weakly. The armor faded away. "Good, now show me. Get on your knees and show me you deserve this pact."

The dark allure of the beast had caught Sam, and he slid down into the musky scent, losing all resistance. The heat of his crotch radiated over his face, and having no experience he felt intimidated by the dominant canine.

"You gonna touch me or just stare?"

Sam checked to make sure the barrier spell was up, then glanced at him. "I'm new at this."

"And I'm going to fix that. Now, do something other than admiring."

Sam reached out, his fingers brushing the black fur of his thighs. The muscles underneath were tensed and ready for battle, and the skin held tight against them. His hands moved along, deeper into the warmth between his legs, and he swallowed heavily. It was wrong but Gods, this beast would be a phenomenal warrior to... his face grew hot at the dirty thoughts.

"Use your mouth." The Canine growled, stepping so close his thighs surrounded Sam's face.

Sam leaned in. Kissing the fur between his balls and his sheath, he pulled away lightly sucking on the skin. The masculine taste of sweat coated his lips and he moved up the sheathe kissing it, and feeling what was inside. His slow rise to the tip had the beast grunting approvingly, and every so often, Sam would look up, locking eyes with him.

Coming at the tip, he saw it was out a little bit - a tapering inch or so - and not enough to really suck on. So, Sam went back down. This time, he lapped at those thick orbs, so big they were pressing against his thighs. Thick, hot and musky. He drew in his scent and his snake-like tongue flickered over his sack, and in a moment of lust, he brought each orb into his mouth.

His nose pressing against the sheath, he could feel the knot passing and looked up in a lust filled daze. A thick fleshy tube stood above him. Sucking on the top of his sheathe, his nose brushed against the throbbing dick. He felt precum on his nose and the scent of musk overcame him. There was no chance for him to find a Knight as depraved as this beast. A beast that knew his every desire, whose very look made him shiver in fear but also made open his legs to be taken. A beast that was his -

"-- Master." The beast grinned wickedly and Sam realized the spell had dissipated. "Relax pup. I want to penetrate more than your mind." The beast's black paw came down to cradle the back of his head, thrusting him back into the heat and smells of a Hellhound.

If he said anything after, Sam barely registered it as his eyes fell upon the massive cock and he wondered if this was a serious mistake. He could barely wrap his palms around the thing so how would it fit in his ass? As if in response, a few more bright-red inches pushed out of his sheath.

"Painfully - but I'm glad we're both thinking this is going in your ass." The Canine smirked. "Now, cup my balls with both your palms."

The wet orbs churned in his palms as he did what the beast told him to.

"Open up," the cock tip dripped down on his face as it was maneuvered towards his maw, and he took it without complaint, looking up into his.. master's eyes.

"I own you."

The fat cock began to go in, separating his maw. His mouth was flooded with the bitter salty taste of cock, and the sensation of smooth and hard skin. Eager to taste more, his tongue encircled it like a serpent, holding him, guiding him towards his throat.

"Remember to swallow when it hits the back of your throat." The big paw came behind his head and he could feel the magic dissipating into his scalp Sam looked up, wide-eyed.

The Canine leaned forward and started to hump his face. Even though his throat was blocked, he found he could hold his breath far longer than normal and he nursed on that throbbing dick, graciously accepting each salty squirt of cum down his eager throat. Eagerly wanting more, he wrapped his arms around to the Canine's ass, pulling more cock into his swallowing throat.

"Fuck me..." The Canine leaned forward grasping the shelves and panting. His powerful thighs started to press forward, burying his cock deeper into Sam's maw.

Sam's eyes closed, accepting it and feeling the smooth flesh sliding over his tongue and deeper. Moving forward a little bit, he felt the cock go down his throat until he found himself kissing the knot. The Canine reached down yanking and pulling his maw down on his cock until Sam clamped his lips around it and looked up at the panting canine.

"See, I knew you'd submit to me..." his master purred in approval. With ease, the hard dog shaft pumped in and out his throat, and Sam could feel it pulsing, eager to fill a maw. Throatfucking him until he was nearly cumming, the beast pulled out letting the spit-soaked dick rest against Sam's nose.

"Turn around, I need to mark you as mine." The canine's eyes flashed violently and Sam obeyed in spite of it. Sam's hair was grabbed and yanked on.

"My name is Kalvo," Kalvo sneered. "And master! Not beast, understand?"

Sam nodded, looking back at Kalvo's huge cock. "I dont' think I can--"

"Shut up!" Kalvo tossed up his red robes, exposing his ass. His tail came down to meekly protect his tailhole.

Slap!_Sam cried out as a book spine came down on his upturned ass cheeks. Glancing back, he saw his own spellbook raise up - he clenched his teeth - _Slap!

"Raise. Your. Tail." Kalvo held the book up threateningly.

Sam resisted.

Kalvo leered with rage, and slapped his ass over and over with gnashed teeth until Sam lifted his tail. "I like you. I like how you struggle to resist me. Maybe if you keep on doing it I won't get bored..."

Tossing the spellbook back up into the air, Kalvo wrapped one paw around his knot while the other held Sam's ass. His thumb squeezed the cleft of his cheek, revealing the tailhole, tucked between those tight little cheeks. Bringing his paw up, he spat on it and started to run his black paw pads over that valley of scales and that tender hole. He stroked it, thinking about jamming it in right then, but he wanted to savour the feeling. Wrapping his tongue around his maw, he guided the tip between his ass cheeks, finding his hole with ease. He thought about teasing him more but Sam was panting like a canine in heat, and he needed it just as badly.

The hot passage squeezed around his tip, pushing against Kalvo's invading cock and only pleasuring him more as he speared deeper into him. It was so tight, so very tight, that Kalvo swore he was going to rip the reptile in two before he even got the first hump out.

"No-- Slower -- I, I've never taken anything --" Sam gasped.

"Tough shit." The Canine's balls shifted delivering another lubricating squirt, easing the pain a little. For a moment, Sam could sense his dark, bestial side wanting nothing more than to spear him on his dick and glancing back he could see the cruel smile.

With a snarl, Kalvo yanked him back into his dick and the rod of flesh speared into his expanding insides. It was so big! Sam's big, green eyes grew wider until the whites around them were exposed. It had to be the diameter of a wrist, at least! Sam thought, and glanced behind. Only an inch of his tip had probably gone in and there was so much more to go. He could only pant and clench his teeth as he stretched out around the cock.

Every squirt from the dick made it easier and clear lines of precum dripped down his taint. Again he glanced behind, his ass was growing closer to the furry crotch, and somewhere along the way... it hit something because his whole body was electrified. The pain melting away as if it had never been there. His fingers dug into the stone and as the pressure in his ass grew, so did the pleasure and he couldn't help but let out a low moan.

Sensing the hole weakening around his dick, Kalvo started to lightly pump him. Getting a little faster each time the muffled slap of fur and scale echoed mutely between the bookshelves. Eventually, his massive arms came down on either side of Sam, and his ass bounced wildly in the air.

"Like that bitch?" Kalvo panted in his ear before biting it.

"Yes! Harder."

Kalvo gave him everything his body could give. Every muscle flexed and tensed and rolled like a thousand river rocks under his skin. "Mmph, Lizard's the fucking best!" He grunted.

Slck. Slck. The noises of a wet gaping hole getting filled over and over was all over the library now. If someone came in...

"Yes," He heard Kalvo purr, then a paw came to his shoulder and maw, and he felt himself flying backwards. His eyes filled with swimming colors of light as the pain shot up his spine, and he was tied, filled with a swelling knot of a Demon's dick.

He tried to get off.

"Don't squirm," Kalvo huffed behind him. "Doesn't make it shrink any faster."

"I'm just trying to be more comfortable--Shit!" Sam's ass hit the ground suddenly as Kalvo disappeared. He jumped to his feet and pushed down his robes, just in time as he heard the metallic lockstep march approaching.

"Good call," he muttered as he straightened and casted a spell to clean his robes. A really good call as both the Archmage Elaine Grandor and the Arcane Knight's Master-at-Arms entered the library. Reaching up into the air, he snapped his fingers and his spell book descended from the ceiling to rest lightly on his palm.

"Good morning, Ma'am. Sir." Sam bowed deeply to them both, moreso for the Archmage.

"Good afternoon, Sam." Elaine's green eyes lit up like emeralds, and she reached out touching his shoulder. "I take it you're dealing with it in your typical manner. That's good, I suppose."

Tell her about your 'typical' manner... Sam jumped at the sound of Kalvo's voice -- it was like he was whispering in his ear.

Elaine furrowed her brow. "Is something wrong?"

"Rats - I think that idiot chef has been dumping scraps off the side of the mountain, again." He shrugged, "I suppose you're not here to take a tome?"

"Considering I've read them all, no. However, I was discussing your unusual circumstances with Heinrich here and he seems to have an unorthodox solution. Tell him Heinrich."

Heinrich cleared the phlegm from his throat. "How familiar are you with Canines?"

Very familiar now. "They predominantly live in the canyon regions of Faer, pushed out during the Godwars, and are fierce warriors."

"The fiercest warriors. Do you know why we won against them?"

"Low numbers of Warriors. They have brutal initiation practices. For each soldier they have, two others have died trying to become one."

"Seems he spoiled your surprise, Heinrich." Elaine's eyes seemed to smile at the Commander's annoyance.

"Bah. The point is, if you're going to find someone who can contain your power. You'd find him there."

"There hasn't been a free mage since the fall of St. Valen."

Elaine nodded. "Unfortunately, that is where the problem lies. To leave here means you've forsaken your vows."

"And I'll be hunted."

"Yes," Heinrich added, "Given your level of skill, the Arcane Knights'll hound you until the border."

"If you decide to leave, it must be later tonight. During the festival." Elaine said, "We can only turn a blind eye for so long, so if you decide to leave, leave and go as far as you can."

Sam nodded, "I'll have to think about it, but if I do decided it, thank you for all you've done for me, Archmage."

"I believe in you," She smiled, wrapping her arm around Heinrich's and walking him out. Sitting down only once he was sure they were gone, he buried his face into his scaled palms. There was no way he could survive out there, and yet, the cold truth of it all was that this was his only chance of freedom.

"So, you just gonna keep fucking around or start planning?"

He looked up from his palms. "How are you manifesting?"

"I'm surprised you didn't read that book I set out for you."

"I did. Awhile ago."

"Well, then I guess you know Hellhounds can also bind to the spirits of others through sex. We're in this together now, slut."

Sam went back into his palms, "Hells."

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Sorry for the wait. It's been a busy past few weeks and many more to come. :D