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It was entirely unlike Faust to dispose of material specificities, instead focusing on the ritual of the things. He understood what he was getting into, and he wasn't afraid. Granted, he wasn't courageous neither; instead, it was a foolish sort of bravery borne of general intimacy with the arcane. Being a demon-summoner tended to make one either iron-willed or foolhardy. Faust, happened to be the latter.

He dispensed with the arcane sigils that would protect him from whatever monstrosity he would conjure from the deepest, darkest pits of Acheron. Likewise, he did away with ritual accouterments, instead clothing his lithe form in a pair of black chinos and a long sleeved navy blue t-shirt. His black hair was slicked back somewhat, curving like a shining river of tar around his large ears. The rabbit's pristine white fur was immaculately groomed, giving him an air of haughty perfectionism; a perfectionism marred by a black splotch over one eye, and a spot on his muzzle on the opposite side.

Faust also did away with the ritual placement. It didn't take place in a dark graveyard, abandoned church or hidden forest glade; it was taking place on the bottom floor of his cluttered studio apartment. What walls were not covered by dusty bookshelves that were full of New-Agey mumbo-jumbo and occult texts, were occupied by end tables covered in all sorts of arcane regalia. The only piece of furniture that looked fit for use was a battered old loveseat, no doubt pulled off of a curb somewhere, and an antique hutch style writing desk, sans chair. A temporary podium made of milk crates dominated the middle of the space, an ancient tome of such mystery as to rival the Voynich Manuscript sat propped open upon it.

The rabbit smoothed out his shirt and dimmed the lights somewhat, the darkness seeming to swallow the room. He took a moment to light as many candles as he could, filling every nook and cranny with flickering, wavering light. Immediately, the senses were assaulted by a smell, of warm apple spice. He had forgot to throw away that one candle. Oh well.

Faust cleared his throat and smiled. He had summoned the Succubus once before, and was looking forwards to what would pass as a romantic night for a demon and master. It was to be an eve of debauchery and pleasure, one that the rabbit intended on taking advantage of. His grey-blue eyes squinted behind thick glasses as he struggled to read the fading letters in the unsteady light. Sorceries of a tongue not meant for mortal ears spilled forth from his muzzle.

He raised his hands up as he intoned the words, to the best of his ability, as the aged and faded ink made such things difficult to make out clearly. Regardless, he improvised the speech to the best of his ability. As the chanting reached a crescendo, the candles began to dim down, giving off thick plumes of black smoke, the flames of the candles becoming glittering chips of ruby set in vast expanses of coal. In the absent minded way that was typical of the demon summoner, he wondered if he had changed the batteries in the smoke alarms.

The smoke swirled about the room in unnatural patterns. It moved neither based on drafts nor winds, but of its own malign will. It spilled over the roof of the studio apartment, congregating in great whorls and clouds before suddenly falling down, condensing onto the ground in a thick, acrid fog. Slowly, something swirled within it, a pillar of gas snaking upwards to a height of seven feet. Here, it stalled out, drawing on more of the smoke to increase its form.

The pillar of smoke began to solidify and take on a more obvious outline. Two whorls of the gas took on the form of arms, individual wisps lightly curling outwards to form fingers. A small puff escaped upwards, making what would have been a head. As it further drew inwards, it would be folly to say that details could be seen through the smoke, for the smoke began to freeze and form those details. In the course of a few seconds, a discernible figure strode forwards. A panther, fur as black as overcast night, with a statuesque body worthy of a Greek God. His short fur shimmered in the dim candlelight, giving him the appearance of an idol carved of solid obsidian. The demon's hair resembled long, flowing, Fabio like locks made entirely of wispy smoke, the individual strands coiling and swirling about his strong jawline and high cheekbones of their own accord. His eyes were like the smoldering wicks of candles, tiny, red points of light in an inky black nightscape. Muscles rippled over his body, thick cords of iron set under his fur. His biceps and pectorals bulged outwards, twitching lightly with every little sway and movement, the abs flexing as he strode forwards. His quads matched the rest of his body, equally large, each strand of musculature visible in the limb, the legs leading up to a pair round, perky glutes. In place of where one would find wings on a demon, this wisps of smoke trailed and swirled about his Adonis-esque form. If Heracles was chipped forth from volcanic stone and set alight, the two would have been indistinguishable.

What shocked Faust the most was not that the demon was here, but what was between the nude demon's legs. His manhood nearly a foot long and at least three inches thick dangled there, partially obscuring a large, heavy sack, swollen with his seed. "Hello...summoner," the demon spoke. His voice was nigh indescribable; if one listened closely one could hear the light crackling of fire in his throat, yet the voice was soft and subtle, strong and commanding. It was paradoxical, alluring.

Yet Faust stood undaunted, a scowl etched across his face. "You are not a Succubus! I summoned a Succubus!"

"Incubus, little master," the demon said, stepping forwards to stand beside the makeshift pedestal, "You summoned an Incubus." He leaned against the milk crate lectern; where one would think it would have collapsed under his massive bulk, it stood firm, as if untouched. Apparently the demon was only somewhat solid, made of both material form and ephemera.

"But I didn't want an Incubus!" Faust snarled. The rabbit took a second to compose himself, all the while the demon stood there, a broad, predatory grin stretching over his face. "But that's alright, we'll just start this over." Faust raised his hands towards the Incubus. "I banis-" was all he was able to get out. The Incubus lashed a powerful arm forwards, grabbing the summoner by the throat and lifting him in the air.

"No," the Incubus said, as the rabbit kicked and wheezed pathetically. "You do not merely get to summon me for frivolities and simply throw me aside like a piece of trash," he said, small tendrils of smoke escaping the corners of his mouth. "I have been summoned here to please...and be pleased," he growled. The Incubus' free paw moved over the rabbit's body, slipping under his shirt to run along the rabbit's flat stomach and weak chest. "You, will do," the Incubus muttered. With a quick swipe of his clawed hand, he rips the shirt free from the rabbit, knocking half of the podium down as well. The Incubus spun the rabbit around, holding him by the nape of his neck as he bent the bunny over the few standing milk crates. He reaches around Faust's squirming waist, playfully teasing at the button of his pants.

"I-I banish..." Faust struggled to intone. In response to the rabbit's second attempt at banishing him, the panther Incubus coiled a tendril of smoke around the summoner's neck, forcing it down his throat, causing Faust to gasp and choke on the cut-off words. Meanwhile, the demon reached down and undid the button and zipper on the rabbit's pants, pulling it, and the silk black boxers with screen printed hearts on them, down to the rabbit's ankles. "N-no!" Faust choked out, struggling as best as he could against the demon.

"Shh...calm yourself," the Incubus whispered to him, practically laying atop the rabbit. His massive bulk smothered the bunny, and the most Faust could to was wiggle in place, an action that excited the demon. "The more you relax, the easier it will be." The demon wrapped a warm paw around Faust's member. The rabbit was nowhere near as impressive as he, about half the size. A small black bush of pubic fur wreathed his cock, tapering upwards into a treasure trail that reached a point just below his navel. Faust squirmed and fought against his own natural instincts, but it was a losing battle. So unused to any touch in such an intimate area, he almost instantly began to harden, becoming stiff in the demon's grip. Faust was becoming complacent, relaxing a bit as he enjoyed the big demon's strokes.

In a quick, swooping motion, the Incubus had heaved the rabbit up, twisting him about and throwing the rabbit's legs over his broad shoulders, Faust's groin pressed into the face of the Incubus in a sort of reverse-piggyback. Faust gasped and squirmed as the demon licked at and suckled on his meager manhood, the rough tongue sending shivers up the rabbit's spine as it teased the head while the panther's muzzle engulfed the shaft in its warm wetness. Faust attempted to reach down to grab onto the Incubus' hair, but found no purchase in the smoke. Another gasp escaped his lips as the big demon's tongue managed to snake out and tease at his testicles.

The rabbit's nigh-virginal cock was suckled on, the same way a drunk might silently nurse a bottle. Faust continued to squirm in the Incubus' arms, humping into the demon's face. At the rabbit's eagerness and pleasure, the demon let free a satisfied grunt. The Incubus suddenly moved towards the loveseat and practically threw the rabbit onto it with a heavy plop.

Faust had to admit, he was enjoying this attention and sudden turn of events, as unsolicited as it was. He was confident he could make this work. "Well, at least you know how to service your masters." The rabbit said with a grin. His glasses slid down his muzzle from the sweat, but he managed to push them back up.

"Of course...master," the Incubus hissed out, turning his back to the summoner and bending over the podium. His tail resembled a long, thin wisp of smoke, silently fluttering to the side, exposing his rump to the rabbit. "Go ahead, have your way with me...master," the last word slipping off of the Incubus' tongue with a certain malice that went undetected by Faust. The rabbit perked up, walking over to the presenting demon and rubbing his buttocks. They felt firm, yet gave under pressure, as if made of something that was paradoxically solid, yet not. The best analogy that could be given, it was like trying to press two matching magnetic poles together. However, when Faust's finger reached the Incubus' anus, he found it to slip in with little to no resistance. The passage enveloped his finger in warmth, tensing around the digit. "Master...I know that's not all you have. Don't be such a tease," the panther purred with a chuckle that sounded more like the crackling of flames than actual laughter.

The summoner nodded and gripped the pelvis of the demon. He lined their hips up and slowly pressed his manhood between the Incubus' cheeks and against his pucker. Again, it gave way to the intrusion, swallowing up his cock into the warm chasm. Faust's eyes rolled back somewhat as he snuggled himself against the bigger incubus, burying his face in the welcoming smoke between the demon's shoulder blades. He reached around, tracing over every mountain and crevice the demon's form sported. His fingers played along the hills of his abs before reaching down grab as much of the panther's manhood as he could fit into one hand. Faust began to hump, slowly at first, in order to judge how his partner took to it. Of course, being a demon of lust, the Incubus let out a soft moan of approval, urging the summoner to go all out with a slight clenching of his buttocks; no matter how hard the rabbit would do him, he would take all of it.

Harder, Faust thrust into the demon, their hips meeting in heavy slaps. The rabbit was now pumping in and out of the demon at a surprising pace. Yet no matter how hard he thrust into the demon, the creature wouldn't budge, the massive muscles holding him in place. Faust reached around and ran his fingers through the demon's smoky form, the fur feeling slick and prickly, like oil with spines, yet his fingers passed through without resistance as if it were smoke. The rabbit gasped out some, his thrusts becoming erratic as his orgasm loomed on the sexual horizons. Being a demon, the Incubus knew this, and tightened his grip on the rabbit's dick.

Pulling free of the demon, Faust pointed to the couch. "Go, now!" he demanded, stroking his cock which was slick with his precum, and something else entirely. The Incubus obeyed, trotting over to the loveseat and leaning back against it. The rabbit summoner walked forwards and sat atop the demon's rippling abs, grinding his full cock into the Incubus' solar plexus with hungry humps. Faust groaned out, panting heavily as he felt his orgasm wash over him. His cum shot out of him in thick, ropy strands, splattering across the inky black chest of the Incubus, resembling a cloudy nebula in the night sky. Over the course of a few seconds, the demon's body absorbed the semen into it, and if one had eye enough for detail, would see the Incubus grow bigger and more vigorous. Those strong muscles became more defined, more obvious. Clearly, the demon drew some sort of power from the rabbit's orgasm.

"Good..." Faust said, falling against the massive panther, gently nuzzling into the demon's smoky chest. "You have served me well," he says, tongue lolling out as he nestled his head between the demon's pectorals. His hands continued to move and caress the body of the demon, the same way a supplicant might wipe their hands along the statue of their god in reverence.

The Incubus reached his paws up, gently placing them on Faust's hips. "Ah, yes, but you have yet to serve me, Master," he says, the last word spat from his muzzle and fueled by irony. A wave of terror washed over Faust as he felt something press up between his own buttcheeks. The rabbit's eyes drew wide and his ears pulled back as the demon arched his hips upwards, attempting to shove that massive rod down Faust's untouched rectum.

"No! I banish-" he attempted to shout out, but was suddenly grabbed about the neck again by the demon. Tendrils of smoke wafted down Faust's mouth, keeping him from speaking any words except for choking grunts and moans.

Laughing, the demon licked a finger of his and showed it to the rabbit. It glistened sharply in the candle light. "Demon summoners...you are all the same," he snarls, reaching around and press the saliva-slicked finger against the rabbit's tailhole. The bunny groaned and squirmed, attempting to get away, but couldn't. "Such selfish lovers, entirely uninterested in your partner." With a single, swift motion, he shoves the finger into Faust, purring as the rabbit's virgin asshole clamped down on it. "I do hate repeating myself but...you'll do," the demon purred as Faust struggled and groaned out against the invading Incubus.

The rabbit squeaked and struggled ever more against the demon as the finger was pulled out, panicking as the finger was replaced by the demon's cock head. Faust attempted to scream, but nothing came out but a hoarse feeble cough, his lungs sputtering up a small puff of smoke.

"Again, I do dislike repeating myself, but if you relax, this will all go much..." the Incubus began to force his way into the rabbit, pushing inch by agonizing inch into him. "Easier," the demon hisses, shuddering as his cock was swallowed by the rabbit. Again, Faust felt paradoxical feelings about the intrusion. The thick demoncock certainly felt solid, there was no denying that; but there was an airy aspect to it, a certain gaseous quality he just couldn't put his finger on. Simultaneously, the stretching of his anus caused an immense burning pain to spread through the rabbit's hips, yet at the same time, it was a good pain, bringing with it promises of yet unexperienced and untold pleasures. The sensations assailing his mind caused the rabbit to reach up, digging his stubby claws into the demon's chest as the Incubus' cock continued to push onwards into him. He felt his nails find purchase in the panther's flesh, and even puncture it somewhat, but nothing the rabbit could do would cause any harm to his corporeal form. Smoke seeped from the scratches on his bulging pectorals and biceps, mingling in the air with the acrid, heavy scent of musk and sex. "You're going to have to fight back harder...Master," the Incubus taunted.

Faust suddenly gritted his teeth and sucked in a sharp breath as the Incubus suddenly forced his hips forwards, thrusting the rest of his length into rabbit, their hips meeting with a soft pressure. The summoner panted and gasped, choking on the demon's smoking substance. A feeling of relief washed over him as the Incubus began to pull out, far enough till only the tip of that massive piece of demonflesh remained in his ass; a feeling quickly replaced by the pleasurable pain as the Incubus thrusted back into him. This process repeated itself as the panther demon continued to thrust into him.

A soft moan escaped the Incubus' lips, oddly relaxed compared to the summoner's desperate squeals. "Do you not enjoy this, Master?" the panther purred with a broadening grin. "I shall change that for you," he whispers. The demon shifted his position a bit, his dick drilling into the rabbit at a slightly different angle. It was difference enough, however, as this time, the massive cock of the Incubus grinded mercilessly against Faust's prostate. In spite of the choking ephemera of the Incubus' form, the rabbit managed a loud yelp. His claws batted and pounded on the demon's chest, scathing into it and pounding feebly on the thick musculature. "Ah, that is more like it!" the demon grunts out. Faust's cock grew hard again at the sudden pressure against what was perhaps his most sensitive area. In the deep, subconscious recesses of his mind, he was pleasantly surprised that such little stimulation could drive him wild.

The Incubus kept the angle, thrusting down into the rabbit, each new grind causing Faust to see stars as the demon continued to pound into him. Within minutes another orgasm wracked Faust's body. He let out a series of lust-filled grunts as his cock unleashed its load onto their bodies, sprayng pearly white drops of semen that blended almost perfectly with his white fur, discernable only by their slightly different, off-white tinge. So great was the summoner's orgasm that a spurt of the fluid splattered over his glasses. It was a temporary problem, however, as the panther licked the spectacles clean, savoring every succulent little drop that he sucked into his greedy muzzle.

The process again repeated itself, with Faust's prostate getting hammered like an unruly nail, again the rabbit would manage to cry out as another orgasm wracked his spent body. Faust lost track of time, lost track of how many times the demon fucked him senseless. Suddenly the Incubus arched his hips forwards, those massive, muscular arms tightening around the rabbit's body, his claws digging into Faust's fur as he drove it home with greater urgency. Those glittering garnet eyes of the Incubus locked into Faust's as he suddenly slammed that thick cock as deep as he could go. The demon roared out and Faust's eyes widened as a whole new sensation filled him. Literally. The demon's spunk felt like jets of hot smoke being blown into the rabbit's intestines. And just as soon as it was over, as soon as his partner's orgasm tapered off, the demon vanished. So great was the Incubus' orgasm that it tore his corporeal form apart. Nothing was left of him but lingering strands of smoke, the smell of hot sex, and a subconscious, jovial laughter in the summoner's mind. Entirely spent, Faust fell forwards past where the demon lay on the loveseat, crashing into the furniture with a soft pat. Without any energy to do much else, he lapsed into post-coital unconsciousness.

When Faust finally came to, the candles had all burned out, and the noonday sun streamed in through cracks in his tattered blinds. He groaned and sat up, rubbing his naked body with a pained groan. He swept his legs off of the couch and attempted to stand, but this was an exercise in futility, as any attempts to put any sort of pressure on his legs caused the rabbit to yowl in pain and flop back down against the couch. The rabbit stretched his arm across the loveseat and grabbed a lighter off of an end table. It took a few clicks, but he eventually managed to flick it on, the flame lighting up the room. The rabbit hissed as he discovered one of his more prized books was covered in...bodily fluids. "Damnit!" he swore and pounded his free fist into the upholstery of the couch.

He reached over and lingered the flame over the wick of a candle, letting the fire take hold. When it did, he dropped the lighter beside the candle and relaxed in place. Eventually, he'd have to crawl to the bathroom, if only to chew down handfuls of painkillers in response to lingering fire in his ass and take a shower. He noticed where he either grinded into the demon, or the panther had a hold of him, he was covered in soot. The little snowball rabbit was becoming a little ball of coal.

Faust looked at the candlelight, momentarily entranced by it. A small plume of smoke slowly wisped upwards from the candle, dancing in rhythm with the fire. He smelled warm apple spice waft up from it, making a mental note to throw away this blasted candle. Suddenly a massive, meaty paw launched itself out of the smoke, landing beside Faust's head! The rabbit yelped and struggled to kick away as a form pulled itself out of the thin wisp of smoke, another hand shooting out to pin Faust in place, the claws digging into his shoulder. The rabbit whimpered as the form loomed over him, blocking out the feeble light that was cast by the candle and what stray bits of sunlight trickled in through the blinds. A voice, sultry and smoky began to speak to him as two red pinpricks made themselves apparent in the thick form that threatened to consume him.

"So eager to bring me forth again, Master? Very well, let us begin..."