FSE

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The first of two new series I wanted to try out. This one'll probably be exclusively M/M. Don't know how often I'll be updating it, but I'll be picking what series to write as inspiration dictates, and if people enjoy it of course. I just hope it's not too rife with errors since I wrote it alongside two other stories.

Anyway, I look forward to more monsters and demons and the like. Actually, something else to mention, this is a different reality than my main series, with a more traditional hell with demons and all, so don't get mixed up. Anyway, enjoy!

Standard boiler plate: This is fantasy, not real. Simple rule of thumb, do not do things to people without their consent in real life. That is bad. No more to say there than that.

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Valian sat backwards on a stool, leaning against the bar on his elbows as he observed the crowd and tried to decide upon his next target. The tall, spindly, white bat licked his lips as he spied a juicy young vixen dancing up a storm, clearly having had just a bit too much to drink.

For all the years he'd been stalking victims, he never thought he'd ever encounter something like a nightclub. It was like someone had specifically designed a buffet for his kind. The alcohol and drugs made everyone nice and pliable, the large chaotic crowd made it easy to blend in and take his time hunting, and perhaps most importantly, the smoky darkness helped to hide his less... natural... traits.

The most easily noticeable of said traits were his eyes, specifically that their colors were mixed up, having black sclera, white irises, and red pupils. Even with the low light assisting it was necessary to hide them behind sunglasses. The others were easier to miss in the smoky darkness, a pair of small pointed horns hidden in his wavy head fur, a set of abnormally long claws and teeth, and a faint plume of smoke that trailed behind him at all times as if the universe itself was trying to reject his existence. The pair of wings extending from his shoulder blades weren't a major concern since it wasn't uncommon for modern bats to have vestigial ones. What made his wings special was that, owing to his mystical nature, they were actually capable of flight.

To explain, Valian wasn't really a bat, at least not entirely. In reality he was an incubus, a male demon that survives by feeding upon the life force of others through intercourse. He didn't remember how exactly he appeared on Earth, or even when, as it had happened far too long ago. All he knew was that he soon found that life on earth may as well have been heaven, so to speak. Of course, as societies shifted things could get rough, occasionally having to suffer through cultures of repression and denial while picking through scraps here and there. Fortunately every society had their freaks if you knew where to look, but in these modern times every hunt was a feast.

If there was one downside to the present day, however, it was that he had to be careful about his conquests, no more simply traveling to the next town to disappear and reinvent himself. With the advent of omnipresent cameras and the internet hiding was no longer an option, though luck still seemed to favor him. Aside from a few close calls his existence hadn't been discovered yet, but if he had been caught it would have been entirely his own fault. While he didn't need to kill to survive, the feeling of completely consuming the life of a mortal had become a genuine addiction. He just couldn't always control himself, and more often than not left bodies in his wake.

And that was how he found himself in this specific club that evening, in a slightly musky wrinkled t-shirt and loose fitting pair of jeans. After reducing an unsuspecting and particularly delicious plump bunny girl to bone char and ash he decided it was time to move on, fleeing west until he felt the hunger set in once more. Over the centuries he developed a good sense for hunting grounds, and the moment he passed by this place he knew he found a winner.

As he passed through the entrance, the tall, gaunt bat was drooling as if he was entering a buffet and scanning all his potential meals. He was a bit startled by a black fox in a red hoodie sitting alone in the corner, standing out due to the red highlights in his dark headfur and shiny red ring on one finger. By design most males paid him no attention, but this fox was staring him down hard. That's not to say the bat was upset about it, he had been known to feed off males when necessity required, it was just an extreme last resort. Given any other option he'd never swing that way, but it was always good to have a backup target in case of emergency. Ultimately he choose to ignore the fox, sidled up to the bar, sat down, and turned around to watch the dancers.

Later on through the night as Valian began to zero in on that drunk vixen he failed to notice that same black fox take a seat next to him.

"New around these parts I'm guessing?" his sudden unwelcome companion asked, doing his best to shout over the pulsing music.

"Hm. Oh? Oh, right, yeah. First time here, just passing through." the bat answered, not looking away from the vixen who was now shamelessly grinding against anyone that got remotely close to her.

"Yeah, you look like a traveler. I've always been curious about world but I suppose I'm more of a stationary sort. Guess I never much saw a reason to get out there when I can see it all with the internet, you know?"

"Heh. Yeah. How about that," he replied, barely registering that the fox was talking at all.

"So what brings you to the club?" the fox asked, inching slightly closer to the bat. "I mean, it's mostly college students and all, and you look a bit more... mature."

Valian mumbled something incoherent and noncommittal, barely hiding a sneer. While he seemed perfectly cordial from the outside, the bat was ready to throw the fox into traffic, backup plan be damned. Best to let him down easy at this point, anyhow, no need for desperate measures quite yet.

"Sorry, maybe mature wasn't the best word? I have trouble with that sometimes. Experienced maybe? I just mean you look like you've seen a lot and-" Valian held up his hand, cutting the fox off.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not really interested in talking. I'm here for a reason, and nothing about you really fits my interests. You should probably move along, alright?"

The fox looked dejected for a moment, but quickly recovered with a smile. "Oh, sorry. Just trying to be friendly." He began to walk away but swiftly turned back, held out his hand, and added, "By the way, my name's Matty!"

Valian grit his teeth putting his long fangs on display and spat back, "I. Didn't. Ask."

As Matty shrugged and left, with any luck for good this time, Valian returned to his observation only to find the vixen was gone. In the time it took him to tell that bastard off she had left with someone else. He spat out a few swears under his breath, trying to find someone else acceptable. Next time he'd have to make sure he tried extra hard to not seek out any unwanted attention.

He barely had time to notice a flash of movement to his side before he felt pressure on his neck followed by a slight hissing, then darkness.

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The next thing he knew, Valian was opening his eyes to see an unfamiliar bedroom. From what he could see it was big, only slightly furnished, and rather dusty. The bed he was lying on was huge, nice and silky, and there were a few dressers and shelves here and there. The walls were plain white and lacking any unique decor.

His first thought was why he couldn't remember the previous night, and how he got to be in what was maybe a hotel room.

His second thought was why he was naked and lying spread eagle on his back, each limb stretched to a different corner of the bed. Despite there being no chains or restraints around his limbs, he was paralyzed in this position, able to move nothing but his eyes and slightly pivot his head.

His last thought was one of panic. This was definitely new, and couldn't possibly mean anything good.

"I owe my grandpa one hell of an apology if I ever see him again, heh." Valian knew recognized the voice from just before his blackout. He turned his head as far as he could and saw that same black fox, Matty, sitting on a large chair next to the bed, footpaws on the cushion and knees clutched to his chest. He was now wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of purple shorts, not to mention a beaming and unnerving smile. "I'm guessing you'd like to know what happened?"

Valian struggled to nod, finding himself unable to speak.

"Alright, I'll give you the short version. Basically, I had an... eccentric... grandfather who went missing a year ago, and after some time was declared legally dead leaving all his possessions to me. A fact for which the rest of my family still holds a grudge, actually. I mean, yeah, he was wealthy and all and they got nothing, but that was their own fault, you know? I was the only one that ever sat with him and let him tell his stories of being a demon hunter, listening to his every word while everyone else just dismissed him as a kook. I never believed any of the stories, of course, but he was interesting, you know? A born storyteller. Anyway, aside from the mansion and huge boost to my bank account, I got a storage locker with a lot of weird stuff, old books and the like. Occult stuff that anyone else probably would have burned, but I held onto it on the off chance he came back someday. The one thing that really got my attention though, was this."

Matty held his hand up to show off a shiny red ring featuring a pentagram surrounded by black gemstones nearly causing the bat's eyes to pop out of his skull. He recognized it, alright.

"A note in the box called it a ring of Solomon, I think. It said you could use it to both recognize demons and enslave them by using the symbol as a brand. I just wore it because I like how red contrasts with my fur and, heck, it just looked cool." The fox gave a shy chuckle. "But then last night you come walking in lit up like a neon sign, and after realizing no one else was seeing what I was, I got curious and decided to give the ring a shot, and surprise surprise, it worked! I was honestly expecting nothing more than a pissed of bat, but instead you just went full zombie. Once you were branded I gave you a command to follow me home, and you did! How cool is this thing, right?"

This was definitely a new definition of worst case scenario for Valian.

"After we got here I gave you a command to go to sleep and stay that way while I dug through Grandpa Burr's old stuff in storage. Knowing it's all real kinda recast all those old stories in a new light. Well, after a couple of days I found a demonology book and after flipping through it I found a section about incubi featuring that same marking on your chest." He pointed to black fur forming a trio of interlocking barbed circles with a curved triangle at the center surrounding his left nipple. "So, that's what you are, an incubus, right?"

Valian stared at the fox, unable to respond.

"Oh, sorry, you're free to speak," Matty said, snapping his fingers for effect.

"If you know what's good for you you'll release me now you nattering little prick. If you do, I might see fit to leave without ripping your spine out through your stomach." Most would have been at least panicked by an infuriated demon spouting personal threats no more than a few feet away, but Matty was not most.

"Hm. Maybe free to speak was a bad way to phrase it. Anyway, after figuring out what you were I read his files on your kind. So you feed by fucking, huh? I guess a kinky sex vampire demon isn't too weird a concept, and to be honest I did find you quite attractive, so I might be willing to help you out myself. Let's see what you're packing."

To Valian's surprise and irritation, the fox jumped off his chair and knelt by the bed. He grabbed his sheath and rubbed the warm furred flesh up and down, gently squeezing it as he moved. Despite his objections, his long black cock slid forth from the sheath and reached its full foot long length in mere seconds, looking almost like a living shard of obsidian. It wasn't until that exact moment with his feeding tool exposed that he was struck all at once by the worst pangs of hunger he ever felt. How long was he kept under? He was already low before this all started, that's why he was out hunting at all, but he had never felt this low before.

"Wooooooooow," gaped Matty with an awed expression. "People really let you stick that thing in them? Cripes, I mean you're sexy and all, but damn. Even without knowing that's a soul sucker I wouldn't let it anywhere near me..." He poked the tapered tip with his finger and was startled by a small spark giving him a shock. "Huh. Well, luckily, while I was rooting around through grandpa's stuff, I came across this." The fox held up a shining metal cone-shaped wire cage with a thick ring at the open end, obviously very old and well used. "According to the notes I found alongside it, it's a traditional cage to be used as a way of executing your kind. Made of blessed meteoric iron or something weird like that, it traps your proboscis there, and basically starves you."

Panic struck Valian like a sledgehammer. Was the psycho fox cheerfully detailing how he was planning to kill him? Why bother with all this damned talking then? In a fright he blurted out, "Please, you can't do that! I... I need to feed to survive, but I don't kill anyone, I just take enough to live and move on! I don't deserve to die and be sent back... back there..."

It was a huge bluff of course, but realistically it was his only move. The fox watched, unimpressed, with one eyebrow raised and a small smirk. "So you haven't killed anyone then? Answer honestly now." He brandished the ring to punctuate his command.

"I may not have to in order to feed, but I kill frequently simply because I love the feeling." If his arms were free he would have clapped his hands over his mouth.

With a disappointed sigh, Matty said "Yeah, I figured as much. So here it goes." He slowly lowered the cone onto the large pointed shaft, surprised at how the moment the metal touched his flesh he could hear a hissing sound as it rapidly shrank.

"Noooooo... it huuuuuuuuurts...." was all Valian managed to say, completely ignored by the fox.

A moment later the base of the cone was flush with the bat's body, his now shrunken cock painfully on full display between the wires. His plump balls were pushed through the ring which was then tightened and locked, making it into a permanent fixture.

"So no more killing for you, those days are over. I did notice something else when I was reading up on you incubi though. It seems you can still consume energy with your other orifices, just enough to survive, but not enough to cause anyone harm. The only reason being locked away is a death sentence is that your kind would rather die than debase themselves in such a manner, and I'm guessing you're no different."

The nervous bat nodded vigorously.

"I suppose we have a problem there. See, I love my grandpa, but I'm not him. The thought of watching anything wither and die, even a remorseless font of evil such as yourself makes me sick to my stomach, you know? So I think we'll both be much better off if I just force feed you, right? You get to keep on living, as my thrall, granted, and I get to tap that skinny ass of yours that I've been staring at since day one."

Valian's eyes were wide as saucers as his large ears twitched. Did he really hear what he thought he heard?

The fox rolled his eyes while adding in a huff, "Oh please, don't look at me like that. Just because I'm gay and a fox doesn't mean I'm not a top."

"It's... it's not that. What you're saying is... if I... please, either kill me or let me go, but-"

Cutting him off with a cheerful "Nope!" , the fox walked over to a dresser and pulled out a container of lube. He dropped his shorts, sighing softly as his 8 inch red erection sprang forth and was hit by the open air. He was clearly more than excited about all of this.

"Please don't do this! You don't know what they'll do to me if I ever go back!"

While applying a generous glob of goo to his shaft, the fox responded "I don't think I owe you any sympathy, honestly. It seems like you deserve whatever you get and more. Oh, you can knock off the talking for now."

Valian felt his jaw snap shut. The moment he got that ring away from that bastard he was going to rip his throat out.

With his cock now completely slick, the fox sauntered over and climbed onto the bed between the frightened bat's legs. "Don't worry, I assumed you were gonna be a tight one, so I got it nice and prepared.

All Valian could do was close his eyes and wait. He felt hands slip underneath his buttocks, followed by a grunt of effort and a feeling of being lifted, which was then followed by a quick drop.

"Holy crap, are you filled with lead? Here, flip over onto your belly, let's try that."

Against his will, Valian felt himself carefully fold in his wings then rolling until landing on his stomach. He stayed perfectly still, face down on a pillow as his his new cage was pressed harder into his pelvis. Behind him he felt the fox straddling his hips and bit his lip as he felt a cool, slimy object prodding at his rear under his pointed tail. After a few pokes, it felt like the fox backed off a bit.

Under his breath, the fox muttered "Like trying to fuck a corpse..." He stroked his chin, then mused "Let's try this, get on all fours with your ass near the edge of the bed, and you're welcome to push back. Try to get into it for fuck's sake, don't just go limp." As he shifted position, the fox slid off the bed a walked up to the presented rear.

Valian grit his teeth as the prodding returned, for the first time in his existence feeling true, genuine dread. After a few tries, the fox got his tip through the unbelievably tight sphincter, working the rest of the way in with short thrusts. Had the bat been allowed to make any noise, he would have been howling.

Once he made it all the way inside, at least everything but his knot, the fox held himself to the bat's rear, relishing the feeling of the tight, warm tailhole wrapped around his shaft. Or hot, maybe hot was a better word. Really, really hot.

"Ooooooooh, your ass is like an oven, dude. This... this is indescribable... single best thing I've ever felt..."

Down below, the bat, much to his complete and utter surprise, found himself thinking something similar. Because of that taboo among his fellow incubi, he not once, never in his centuries of walking the earth, ever tried anything other than, ironically, missionary style sex. But now? Now he was regretting everything he missed out on all that time. Now he had no idea why buttplay was so off limits for his kind, because that comparatively cool shaft buried in his rump felt all kinds of wonderful. Enough so that he just about forgot about his own cock, trapped in an increasingly tight prison as it was. And that was completely ignoring the feeling of his strength returning from the small trickle of life absorbed from the fox. He almost wished he could still speak so he could tell him to start fucking his ass already.

After getting acclimated to the searing heat of the bat's insides, Matty pulled out easily thanks to the generous amount of lube, then slowly pushed back in up to the knot. Using what little movement he was allowed, Valian pushed back against the fox's hips, hissing as the cool flesh of the knot attempted to stretch open his tailhole, clenching harder in return. The fox sighed as the living furnace squeezed down on him like a vice, definitely appreciating the now eager bat's apparent change of heart. Pulling out again was almost impossible as the bat tried with all his might to hold him inside, but with some effort he got enough out to slam back in.

As Matty began to thrust, repeatedly pounding his rear with an urgent sort of joy, Valian tried to relax his tunnel to help him along. The feeling of his tailhole being aggressively penetrated over and over again was driving the bat mad. His imprisoned cock was throbbing through the holes in its cage, and he could feel his balls tightening. Despite his predicament, he was closing in on an orgasm of his own, which he now

wanted more than anything in hell or earth. He felt hands grab tightly around his waist as the slamming from behind increased both in speed and force. If he had been allowed to speak, much to his chagrin he would have been screaming in ecstasy.

Between thrusts, Valian heard the fox say "Feel free... to make... some noise," making him wonder if the ring let him read his mind. Instantly the sounds of pelvis slapping against pelvis were joined by loud moaning, closer to the sounds of a haunted house than one signifying pleasure. The bat bit down on the pillow under his head to silence himself. He heard a laugh from the fox and could only sneer back at the sound.

Before long Matty was mercilessly pounding the upturned rump, his knot pounding against the taut rim each time, letting out his own moans of ecstasy as he felt his climax approaching. One last tremendous thrust got the knot to pop inside and tie the two of them together. The fox shuddered as he came deep inside the bat, leaning forward to bite down on his shoulder.

The sudden flood of cum in Valian's demonically heated oven of an ass was like being filled with ice water from fire hose. His eyes shot open as he shook from the feeling, and with the additional sensation of the knot stretching his hole wider than he ever felt before, he hit his own climax. Several bursts of dark grayish cum spurt forth from his caged cock, liberally drenching the bed sheets below him.

Once they were both finished the fox plopped onto his side on the bed, dragging the bat with him. Still tied together, he spooned the quietly moaning creature and sleepily gave him a loving belly rub. He stopped once he reached the cum drenched crotch fur around the cage, surprised by the slick feeling. Letting out a weak chuckle, he said "...you came just from being fucked?... you really are a slut..." He licked off the discolored goo and added "...tastes like.... hickory smoke?... niiiiice..." and drifted off to sleep, having just successfully fed his new pet.

Valian, on the other hand, was wide awake. The ring wouldn't exactly let him go anywhere even though he was completely energized by that brutal fucking. He had plenty to think about though. Once he gets free of that fox he'll have to be careful since going home wasn't an option anymore. That might be easy since it seemed he found something that felt even better than fully consuming a mortal, even if he'd never be willing to admit it out loud. For a moment he wondered if he owed the fox a favor for opening both his world and his tailhole like that, but even if he did it wouldn't stop him from snuffing him out the moment he was able. Once he could do something about that ring.

The moment that last thought crossed his mind, his captor shifted his hand to hug the bat's chest close, leaving the ring mere inches from his eyes. He could still move his hand just enough to get near it, inching closer and closer until he almost had it between his fingers. As he grabbed the ring and began to slip it off, he heard from behind "...nnn lay off the ring..." and felt his arm go limp. He swore silently to himself as he stared off into the middle distance, waiting for morning.

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A small beam of light cast across his eyes stirred Valian awake the next morning. At some point during the night he must have fallen asleep, even though he didn't remember it. He rubbed his forehead as he shifted until he was sitting on the edge of the bed, trying to ignore the feeling of slight soreness and dried cum from his rear, suddenly realizing that he had his full range of motion again. To his disappointment when he felt the side of his neck the brand was still there, same with the sticky cage locked on his crotch. Still, if there was a chance his newly regained freedom was the result of sloppiness from the fox, he couldn't miss the chance to steal the ring away from him.

He quietly stalked through the mansion, only just then noticing how truly massive it was. It would be easy to get lost trying to navigate the opulent halls, each one looking like the last with the same ruby red carpet, and white walls lined by brown hardwood doors.

The smell of cooking food gave him a direction to follow, which he eventually tracked to its source in a large kitchen. Inside it the fox was wearing nothing but an apron, having just finished cooking something and setting a place at a table. Unfortunately for the bat it seemed he was still wearing his ring. As the fox sat down he noticed the still nude bat standing in the doorway, looking a bit disheveled.

"Oh, you're up! I was hoping you'd find your way here after I loosened your restrictions a bit. How'd you sleep?" Valian stared blankly at him, unsure of how to respond to a question like that. "Slept like a log myself, I imagine it was a side effect of you getting your dinner, right? On that note, would you like some breakfast?"

"I don't really eat food, so no."

"Not what I meant." The fox shifted the apron aside exposing a full erection and making the bat cringe. "I haven't tried that gap between those huge fangs of yours you seem to love flashing. Come on over." Valian felt his body move on its own, dropping to his knees, and without pause wrapping his mouth around the stiff cock. "Holy shit dude, Your mouth is just as hot as your ass, I was hoping that'd be the case."

This wasn't quite as nice for the bat as having his ass fucked, there was no pleasure of his own to be had, this was just work. He sucked on the shaft while holding the root between his fangs, using his long tongue to wrap around and squeeze the hard shaft.

"Mmm, not bad. Not as good as your ass, but I imagine few things are." Matty ate a mouthful of eggs as the bat bobbed his head up and down the shaft. "So, suffice it to say I'll be keeping you. That last night was the single best sex I've ever had, though I have been in a bit of a dry spell lately. Turns out not many people want to be with a top fox who's also something of an eccentric weirdo chatterbox, but you don't have much of a choice, do you? Plus, I'm doing the world a good turn by keeping you on a leash, so that was an easy choice. Actually, I was considering maybe going into the family business, in a non-lethal capacity, of course, now that I know it's, well, real. I've been meaning to hire some staff at the mansion, and enslaving a legion of demons to do my cooking and cleaning? Imagine it! What do you think?"

Valian wanted to respond, either to threaten or mock him, but the cock stuffed down his throat made it difficult. At best he let out a muffled gurgle while tonging his balls, the vibrations of his throat making the fox churr in delight.

"I knew you'd like it. We're gonna have some fun together, you and I." His free hand clasped the back of the bat's head, pulling him close as he felt an orgasm approach. He brought both feet forward to fondle the bat's balls and caged cock, grinning at the slight chirp followed by the annoyance plastered on his face. A few short thrusts helped him to finish the job, working his knot into that bat's mouth and firing several spurts of jizz down his throat.

Once again feeling drained from feeding his new servant, Matty slouched in his chair and let out a sigh of pure joy. His knot wasn't big enough to completely tie with the bat's mouth, though he didn't mind holding him in place by hand for the time being. He resumed eating his breakfast in silence as the bat continued to lightly suckle the spent shaft, only freeing himself from the hot mouth once he was finished. As Valian rubbed his sore jaw, the fox resumed speaking.

"Ah, that was lovely. Anyway, just some quick house rules, you're free to do whatever around the mansion as long of you make no attempt to hurt me, passively or actively, and occasionally you can leave as long as I accompany you. Beyond that just follow any commands I give and we'll have a great time, particularly getting this place up and running, hm?" Suddenly, the fox had a look of realization. "Oh, wow, I never did get your name did I? Oh, well, that was rude of me, but we can start fresh here." He reached a hand out to the still kneeling bat. "I'm Matthias Wechsler, but you can call me Matty. And you are?"

Valian tried to fight, but couldn't resist a direct command. He grabbed the fox's hand, not even remotely able to try grabbing the ring again. Through his clenched jaw he responded, "Valian."

"Nice to officially meet you Valian, welcome to my home. Now... how about we get to work and start tracking down some friends of yours and see what positions they can take?" Matty couldn't help but snicker at his own pun as he ended the handshake.

Valian rolled his eyes, worried that was starting to feel like it would be an exceptionally long few decades.