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It was just past midnight when Vanir finally pushed himself out of his covers and glanced around the room with a nervous flicker of his eyes, his thick silky black tail swished back and forth eagerly while his ears pricked up. He had laid in bed most of the night waiting for it to get late enough that he knew he had a chance to not be noticed by his Master, especially since he was supposed to be waking up early the next day to run errands into town. The schedule the young pony took was one of rigorous dedication and strict schedules, his entire world revolved around a great church bell in the town that called the hours and kept him running from one chore to the next. He would gather herbs or make potions, he would study in the library or follow his master around the estate to learn a new spell under the carefully controlled tutelage of the aging stag. Every day was planned, orderly, his world laid down in a series of laws and rules that left him confined and chafing.

_I thought I would at least have something more to show for my time here, I thought I would be able to be given some form of compensation or freedom. _ He thought with a sigh as he pushed the covers off himself and wriggled rom his neatly made bed.

Caliphus was renowned across the country as a man of wealth and importance, he was a creature that had enough power that people spoke of him in hushed tones, their awe of him palpable, someone to respect and admire. Vanir had grown up in a poor area of town, his family, like most ponies, worked the mines in long hours of labor pulling carts and breaking through the earth to bring up coal or gems or precious metals. He had been working them since he was a foal, but he wasn't destined for them, he knew he was destined for something greater. That was why he had dared approach the grey furred stag and demand that he learn magic, after all, wasn't it well known that equines had some powers over earth and sky? He had thought it entirely reasonable he be allowed the chance to become something more, something powerful and wealthy.

The dappled grey pony snorted to himself, that had been two years ago and in those two years he had learned exactly two things. That he could do magic, and that his master was determined to make sure that he spent the rest of his life serving the elderly buck. He had tried to learn the magic would let him grow in power, the magic to turn metals or to predict the future, but he was always rebuked and given a bit of nonsense, like growing a good garden. Or the spell that let him purify water for the village or find a good point to open up a mine. It was stupid, the spells were useless for him, he didn't want to spend his life being followed by grubby poor creatures that wanted him to do something for nothing. He wanted a life where he was able to grow and spend his wealth, a large estate that bordered a forest, a place for his parents and siblings, especially Xamir, who had mocked him from the start of his apprenticeship.

_He won't teach me anything that doesn't help the village, who doesn't even pay for it! They just give us food and sometimes a bit of wine! _ He pinned his ears flat at that thought before grabbing a large spell book from under his bed. _They could at least send up some ladies to keep us--well me--company. _

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Of course, pleasures of the flesh were forbidden while he was in training. Caliphus strictly forbad him from going to the local taverns or drinking ale, or flirting with even the pretty little white filly that came to bring them their milk in the mornings. He was supposed to be above that, if he showed favor or weakness of the flesh, it was an invitation to weakening his resolve and his dedication. Weakness was often preyed upon by demons and the like, creatures that wanted to latch onto a mage and try to drain them. He had believed it the first year he'd been here, but he'd been wide eyed and eager to learn everything that was being passed onto him, he'd been willing to try and behave himself. He had been gullible, he knew better now. Weakness of the flesh might open the invitation, but he could still enjoy his body as long as he took precautions and was careful.

The young stallion flipped the large book open on his bed and his thick soft lips twitched up in a smile as he looked over the spells inside it. They were supposed to wait until he was older, but there was nothing in here that was so terribly complicated that he didn't think he could do it. Most of the spells were really all the same at their core, a mage just raised an elemental to answer the call and persuaded it to do what he wanted it to do. Most of them were happy with the attention, they would take a little energy or a bit of food and be happy to tell him if the water was clear or not, or clear it for him for a larger price, it was the same even in the larger spells, it just took more effort to control and had to make use a containment spell for safety to make sure nothing happened that might damage the spell caster.

Vanir flicked his tail a little bit and looked over the aging pages and twisted his lips up in a smile as he looked at the fanciful picture on one page. It was a spell that he had seen and nearly flipped past, but the picture made him pause and linger on it. The creature was a lean and limber female, done in the style of near draconic proportions with a smaller shorter muzzle and a long tail. She was built as lithe as a dancer, sweeping and stretched out, her limbs long and curved as she bowed her back slightly and had a swell of bare breasts that had made his heart speed up. He hadn't even touched himself in so long, that he had lingered over her picture longer than he should have. His mind filled with visions of her lovely body pressed against his own, his eyes lidding just a little bit as he considered just how lovely it would be to have her trapped in his containment spell.

She was a sexual demon, one that answered a summons and would satisfy the one that answered as long as he was able to control her and he was quite sure he could manage that. All the spells spoke about how easy it could be to call the demon up and get her interested, her favorites were young ripe males that were untried with a female, or nearly untried. He shivered a little, even his dappled twitching as he started to lay out the sprigs of olive branches he had cut and began to make the circle, the lavender going along the points meant to calm and stop the demoness from escaping once she was called up. Already he had drawn the markings beneath his bed, hidden from his master, that would bring her to his hand. His ears flushed a little bit as he thought about just how she might appear in real life. The books rarely had it all right, but the spell did stress that she was lovely and sensual, eager to please and be pleasured.

_I wonder if I can bind her to me. Caliphus doesn't need to know, no one does, she can just be caught firmly and summon when I want her. Then I won't spend my time staring at that filly and getting smacked when I don't pay enough attention. _ The thought stirred him as he made the circle tightly, interweaving the herbs to make sure that they wouldn't host a gap that might let her out.

His sheath began to fill out as he considered what he was thinking about, the idea that he would have a sexual slave of his own. He would have power! That was why he had started this path, why was it so surprising that he wanted it still? He could have her, claim her, he could command her to do anything he wanted her to do and explore her the way he had longed to explore others. He wondered if he could make her take the shape of a mare or if she were forced to maintain the façade of a dragon? The pink fat tip of his shaft spilled over the leathery edge of his sheath while he moved and began to decorate his room, snorting to himself softly as he set up the bits of candle and beeswax candles, his body flaring hot at the very thought about what he was going to do. This was what magic was supposed to be about, pleasure and control, and he would have both. The dartmoor pony's iron grey body shifted a little bit as he kept his eyes on the flickering flames curiously and drew in a steadying breath, lips curling backwards just a little bit thoughtfully.

"Alright, I know this is going to work. The old man is asleep, he won't wake until dawn, not even if I played the bells all night." He spoke out loud, his voice a touch nervous, but he couldn't contain the quiver that escaped while he turned about and gave a look towards his bed, the hidden markings. "I can do this, I can control her. It takes tight control, but I have that. I'm a mage."

Just saying the word out loud sent a shiver down his spine and he slipped out of his light robe, feeling the cool air running along his naked body, not even trying to hide the hanging length that was drooling from his sheath. By the end of tonight he would not only have relief, he would have his own personal slave to attend his every need, every part of her controlled by his whims and desires. The stallion went down on one knee and lifted one hand, his other curling up along the tip of his cock, rubbing lightly, a touch of his precum and words and she would soon be his. Victory.

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"My.. aren't you a bit too small to be a mage?" The rich sultry feminine voice filled Vanir's ears hours later, hours of spell crafting and coaxing to the nethersphere to draw the demoness to him.

His eyes snapped open and he nearly fell, his entire body felt as if he had lost more than a pint of blood instead of the puddle of messy percum he had pumped from his rigid mottled shaft. There was enough that it was webbing his fingers messily, the scent of musk and pony arousal was flooding the air as he surged up onto his hooves and swayed a little bit, his bright eyes fixated on the form stretched out on the bed and regarding him with amusement in her bright and strange eyes. The slight tilt of her head making his throat feel a rapid beat of blood flushing through him in excitement as his eyes widened in absolute pleasure at what he had managed to call up.

The demon was tall and lovely looking, her body patterned after a horse, but such an equine he had never seen in his life! She was fiery red from nose to the tip of a long twisting tail that tapered down to a point. Her face featured with a slight short muzzle and a full set of lips that hinted at curved fangs hidden behind them, but he wasn't fixated on her face, he was drinking in the sight of her reclining body on his very own bedspread. Her breasts were round and tight, pushed up high in the as if begging to be stroked and caressed, their very fullness inviting him to go over and stroke them. His fingers itched to touch them, wanting to feel the weight in the palm of his hand, against his fingers, the tips of the nipples were so perky and tight looking as he let out a breath, his aching cock flexing slightly.

"Not at all, I'm just compact, easier for your pleasure." He answered confidently, licking his lips as his eyes slid down along the demon's loins.

She was nude, but unlike the nude elementals, she exuded her sexuality without shame, her legs parted just enough he could see the rise of her soft mounded vulva begging for him to lean over and lick it. It was glistening wetly, the soft dark red lips showed a slightly paler pink inner lining waiting for him as he stumbled forward a hoof, flaring his nostrils open wide. He drew in a breath, deep and full, sucking down the scent of her with a low rumble of pleasure, his ears pricked up high on his head as he flicked his tail and nearly swaggered as the strange mare's eyes slid over him, her long tapered tail curling behind her lightly. The eyes were brilliant green, glittering like twin jewels as they admired him, making his chest swell even as his shaft ached with delight and need at the sight of her.

She didn't have smooth hair or a mane like he did, instead, she appeared to have very fine hide or scales, the line of her neck was decorated in a series of horns that ran all the way down to the nape of her neck before disappearing down her back. He moved to the edge of the bed and nearly fluttered his eyes closed at her scent, it was sweet and alluring, the scent of raw mare heat was filling the air and spiced with cinnamon strong enough to nearly burn. His body was so hot it was nearly painful, burning and smoldering with need for the mare he'd summoned, already imagining throwing her on her back and sinking home into that ripe cunny, feeling her body spread around her new master.

"Compact? Barely enough to pleasure me, little stallion." She teased and pushed herself up on one elbow. "But you quite ardently called to me, something that I admire when it comes to the spell."

"More than enough to pleasure you, girl." He tried to deepen his voice, reaching out with gossamer fingers to try and form a loose net around her, not enough to touch her or alert her, but simply to begin to start his hold on her. "Your name?"

"My name? Your name, would be mage!" The mare laughed, the sound sending a shudder down his back, his breath coming faster. "Give it to me."

"Ah ah.. that's not how we play this game." He laughed and moved onto the bed, grinning confidently. "Of course, we can always find your name later."

"You have twelve hours, do you truly think in that time you can convince me to give that up?" She asked and shifted forward, reaching out with her tail until the small stallion startled to feel it curling around his muzzle. "My my, you are ripe and still untried, I can taste it on you."

Her tongue flicked out and the pony opened his mouth to answer, but it froze as the long thin length extended out with a curl right along the tip. It was obscenely long, longer than his forearm easily, the tip spreading out and opening to show twin tips flicking lightly along nothing, mocking him as his breath caught in his throat. He moved his hand out and brushed her hip, almost dropping at the heat that poured off of her. She felt feverish beneath his touch, and the moment his fingers touched her hide his entire body was shocked with a wave of intense need the likes of which he had never experienced in his life. It robbed him of speech, it stole away everything except the blinding desire to have her, possess her, take her. He reached forward with his other hand and curled along her breast, feeling it against the palm of his hand and she arched up into the touch approvingly, but it wasn't just a pliant movement designed to pleasure him.

She moved, the demon arching and turning on the bed until he yelped out as he was rolled beneath her body, her eyes brightening and glowing along the edges of her cheeks. He tried to squirm out, regain control of the situation, but she pressed him back against the bed with a demanding shift of her body that made him arch and shudder slightly, his eyes flashing open wide as he was pushed backwards firmly, her hands unyielding and the pressure growing as she rolled over him. He tried to regain the top, shifting and arching, struggling to get his way free, but she only pushed him down harder against the bed, a smile on her elegant features mocking his attempts as his cock was pinned against his belly and her own. He felt the heat radiating from her, the scents, rich and arousing him, distracting him as she leaned back and put her ass right on his legs to pin him in place.

"Why not use your muzzle?" He shifted a little bit with a grin, trying not to sound too eager while she looked down at him, his magic netting fraying as he felt her hands sliding down his belly.

"Hardly a mouthful down here." The succubus tilted her head a little bit and flashed her sharp white teeth. "Tell me, why did you summon me so ardently? One would think you could have hired half a dozen females by now."

"I wanted y-you.." He swallowed a groan, his words fading into a stammer as the demon dropped her head and suddenly extended that long sensual tongue. "Oh.. oh god yes... Just like that, pretty mare."

The nameless demon let out a laugh, the sound sent a shiver down his spine as the long tongue grazed the tip of his cock and the hot lips spread open to kiss against his glans. The light in her eyes brightened as the thick lips brushed along the edges, sliding this way and that while his cock throbbed and pulsed eagerly against her touch. He leaned up, pushing his elbows under him, staring at the way she was delicately lapping around his glans as he writhed and twisted in place. The gentle touches dabbed and sampled him lightly, scooping up the precum as he arched and rubbed himself against her muzzle, not caring about the sharp teeth, he just wanted to feel them kissing against him. The hot breath hammered out, erupting in a rush that spread over the mottled throbbing glans before she drew him into her mouth and he reached back to grab his head board with a wordless groan.

This was the best idea he had ever had, her body was stretched out and eyes were watching him brightly, eagerly, enjoying his reactions as the slender muzzle began to swallow up the length of his cock. Every gulp and ripple pulled over the spire, saliva coating him messily while he twitched and quivered greedily, his hips raising to stuff himself into her muzzle. She was a demon, he knew he should be cautious, but all he knew was just how delightful it felt having her suckling and drawing along his girth, sliding her tongue beneath him and gliding down towards his base as her hand moved down to curl right between his balls. The first touch nearly set him off, making the small pony squeal out in delight as the fingers ran beneath the heavy swollen orbs, rolling them lightly back and forth and pressing them up between his legs so he spread them open wider.

Her snug little cunny was pressed right up against his leg, the wetness smeared against his coat while he tilted his head down and let out a rough noise, whickering out wildly when she swallowed and gulped along his length. The slow drag ran her tongue along his underside, tightening and squeezing down delightfully tight as his cock tip jabbed messily into her throat. He was sending up bubbling spills of precum into the maw, coating and splattering out in hot rushes as he tried to hump against her. His mane fell along his eyes as the demoness looked down at her work, her head bobbing slowly, dragging over his cock, pulling it upwards and swallowing again. The tightness more than enough, he had already been worked up and eager before she had appeared, and now having her maw on his cock was enough to make him writhe.

The pony's cock began to flare open, the tip bulging and gaping wider and wider as it swelled and his shaft gave another twitching throb against the line of the tongue. The twisting length wrapped around him, adding another layer of sensation as he gulped down a breath and arched his back, trying to hilt himself into the tight muzzle, feeling every swallow and gulp of the maw that was clutching him, pulling him, trying to take every last drop as he rocked the bed under him. His balls tensed up, pulling up taut enough that he couldn't look back as he let out a shrill wild squeal of pure pleasure before his shaft began to throb and quiver.

There should have been a rush of relief and pressure, the eruption of cum that should have sense of exultation as he was pushed over the edge, but it didn't happen. He felt the pressure as there was a stream of cum erupting from his tip, but it didn't happen the way it should have. It was more like he was pumping up precum that was more copious than normal as his balls churned and the demoness groaned out around his cock. She suckled and pulled, swift rapid movements that gulped down the syrupy creamy mess was swallowed down while her fingers kneaded and squeezed around his cock, cupping her tongue under the swell of the length. He shuddered and shifted, squirming in delight and frustration both as the stream of cum slowed down to a drool and the succubus let out a soft hiss and pulled her muzzle back with a wet popping noise.

"Oh my, productive aren't you..." She applauded and licked her lips. "Very impressive, but so soon, I don't think we're done already."

"No, not yet.." He panted, confused and frustrated as the need to cum was still there, even as he could see his flared cock draped against his belly, spent already. "Just roll over and I'll give you what you need."

"What I need?" She laughed, husky and mocking. "I know what I need, exactly what I need, and it's right here."

The pony furrowed his brows slightly as she moved down and licked his still flared cock and made him whimper out, cringing away, he was sensitive enough that it was almost painful feeling as she curled her touch around. The tongue caressed and pushed around the edge, the slender tips dancing as he went to push her away, but suddenly her long tail snapped out and went up right along the line of her back and it wrapped along his wrists. He tried to jerk away, pulling to one side, but she tightened her tail hold and dragged his legs up as the demoness began to lick a bit more firmly along his aching cock tip. He wanted her tongue there, he wanted to cum, his body was throbbing and beating with that need, but it was too much. He whimpered, swallowing back a high pitched noise.

"H-hey lady, it's better on your back, I promise.." He panted and let out a hot heavy huff, the noises flushing out wildly as the tongue tips nestled along the opening of his urethra.

"Well, I hope you are right, you're about to find out." She taunted him, and there was something in his eyes, something terrifying looming there that made him cringe backwards.

"W-wait.." He felt his first brush of unease, fear, Vanir's body going tense as her tongue tips suddenly slipped forward right into the narrow opening of his urethra.

It was a light tickling stroke that made him jerk and squirm backwards, his ears fell backwards against his head, trying to get out from under her, but her hand only gave a firm squeeze against his balls. He couldn't stop himself from letting out a short noise in reaction as the tongue pushed forward a bit more firmly, sliding forward to give a wiggle just against the opening. The slender twist pressed together to form a thick seamless tip that began to slide and press a bit more firmly against the narrow opening, the light dabs starting to push forward as he jerked his hips again. Her fingers squeezed his balls warningly while her tail tightened over his wrists, keeping them from being used to shove her head away, his legs firmly pinned under the curve of her rump as she examined him.

The tongue pushed forward, opening the urethral tube wider as it nudged inwards with a slick strange feel of wetness probing him. It was barely an inch, but it was more than had ever been pushed inside of him before, making him bow his back slightly with a short noise in his throat, eyes snapping open wide in a panic as his breath caught in his throat. The tongue only dipped down a bit more firmly, sliding and spreading, swirling the comparatively narrow tips inside of him as the rubbery skin began to stretch and spread open wider. He couldn't stop it! He tried to jerk his hips back against the bed, but she pushed her weight more firmly against him while penetrating the narrow tube deeper, her eyes rolled up to watch him as the panic began to grow. He wasn't growing softer at all, even after cumming, and feeling so damned sensitive, he was still stiff to allow the tongue start to push forward in slow steady strokes.

"STOP THAT!" He yelped out, his voice cracking in a squeal of panic as he felt the strain growing as she grew larger and gaped him open wider. "HEY!"

The succubus rolled her eyes up to watch him, brightly glittering with amusement as she sampled him with purposefully slow rubs that began to stretch the opening wider and wider. The press starting to make him ache and burn as she glutted the narrow tube with his girth, pushing down a bit further as he balled his fists up and let out another short squeal. The sound was high pitched, he couldn't stop it, it was so wrong feeling as the tongue purposefully ran along the length of his shaft and let him feel it sinking even deeper than before. Nothing should have gone in there! He knew that for a fact, his mind was screaming it, but she was still pushing forward a bit harder, the narrow opening soon gaping lewdly in a tight O around the oral appendage.

Saliva coated along the edges, messily running down along the outer edges of the glans, dribbling downwards a little bit while his cock began to twitch and throb in reaction, pressure building. His nostrils flared wide, his eyes snapping open wide as she pushed her tongue down again and the burning ache of being stretched started, sharp and distracting as his precum struggled to push up, seeping out around the edges of the dark length of the tongue. The hot rivulets were rolling downwards over his mottled length as the demoness moved her hand up and wrapped right around the base of his cock and gave a squeezing caress before moving upwards. His entire shaft quivered and twitched while his breath caught in his throat, eyes going as wide as he could make them.

The tongue tips curled inside of him, not a lot, just enough he felt them dragging backwards with a smooth caress that slithered backwards and caused him to writhe in place, he arched his hips. The tongue suddenly pushed back into him, pushing deeper in a stretch of aching pain and fullness that overwhelmed him. It was painful, it hurt, but it wasn't just that, his body was reacting to what she was doing as she examined him and the slender tongue tips pushed deeper inside of the long shaft, curling and exploring lower in his body, teasing and flickering with light little touches that made him gasp out and his ears tightened down hard against his head. His ball started to pull up tighter between his legs as the demon's muzzle opened up and suckled lightly around his aching cock tip while he saw her eyes sliding shut.

She moaned around his cock, the sound vibrating through him as the breath came in short bursts, the tongue sliding free just a little before the push forward. The thrust was unlike anything he had ever experienced in his life, causing him to shudder and throw his head back. He yanked harder at the grip on his wrists, struggling to find a way free, he didn't know if it felt like the most amazing sensation he had ever experienced or the worst, the feelings were too mixed up to sort out. He didn't know how to struggle past them as she stretched his urethra open as wide as it could possibly go right at the base of her tongue, making it ache as her lips suckled around his cock slowly, pulling with delicate little squeezing suckles.

He was going to cum, he felt it, the build up that had been still lurking beneath the surface was surging forward as she smoothed her fingers under his balls. She was kneading them, almost like she was trying her best to make sure that they filled up for what was to come, but it was that tongue that had him on edge. She was lavishing strokes through his passage with such intensity that he was throbbing and quivering wildly. He squirmed backwards and forward, arching his hips up in short thrusts while he felt himself burning, on fire, the ache of the tongue penetrating him was in the backdrop when compared to the way that she was working him. The tongue tips sliding backwards with a slithering that let out hot heavy bursts of precum as the pressure was released, but it didn't last, she was soon plugging him up again.

The demoness was moaning softly, little noises of pleasure as she ruthlessly explored him, the swirls and turns moved her head to one side and then back again. She was dragging along his sensitive glans as the tongue tips worked inside at nerves that weren't meant to be stimulated. Vanir was letting out helpless noises, he wasn't thinking about it, he was calling out with high pitched needy bursts, refusing to come down from the high that was surging beneath the surface. His body was on fire, even his soft thick lips felt as if they were swollen with the rush of arousal, his cock starting to throb and quiver as his balls pulled up tight between his legs, heaving up as close as they could get to his body. There was a sharp feel of pain from being forced to cum so soon after the first, but her tongue was sliding free.

He heard it, there was a wet noise as his urethra was allowed to be emptied and he let out a short whickering cry, every part of his body tensed up in anticipation of the absolute pleasure that should have been pouring over him. It was a pleasure that didn't surge to the surface as the hot mouth closed around his cock tip and began to suckle and swallow, the powerful movements drawing up the first stream of his seed as it erupted out of his recently stretched tip. It poured from him, his body was cumming, throbbing and beating in time with his heart beat, but it didn't touch the need he was trying to satisfy. There was no overwhelming rush of hot relief and pressure bursting over him, instead he was crying out and hunching his hips, trying to get to that edge. His body was doing what it was supposed to do, but it was wrong, it was all twisted around, he wasn't being given RELIEF!

He poured streamers of seed into the demonic mare's muzzle, watching as she lapped and licked his throbbing and painfully swelled tip, but he still felt the wild need that nearly maddened him. He grunted and squirmed, he tried to thrust forward to reach that peak, but the tongue only made him flinch back, wincing unhappily as each touch was a torment to him. His nerves were as sensitive as they would have been after he had really cum, but hadn't touched on his real need. He finally stopped and shuddered, falling back against the bed, gasping and shaking. A slight sheen of sweat was showing along his chest, darkening some of the dapples as the crimson demon tilted her head up to look at him, her preternaturally long tongue lapping her lips clean as she did so.

"Oh you are a wealth of food, aren't you?" She murmured softly, running her finger around his still flared cock tip. "I haven't been fed properly in so long."

"Wh... what are y-you doing to me?" He managed to stammer out as she teased around him, the little pony squealing softly and jerking away, but her tail only tightened on his wrists.

"I'm feeding." She flashed her sharp teeth and ran a thumb along the underside of his cock. "Mmm such a lovely little cock, I had thought you too small to be worth it, but you are proving me wrong."

"You're feeding on me?!" He asked, horror making him jerk up, but the strange mare was standing, her body lean and powerful looking as he struggled free of her tail.

"Oh feeding is perhaps the wrong word, I am feasting on you." She amended, her eyes brightening as she ran a finger down to trace his achingly hard cock. "Mmm not too long, but thick enough, we should see how you feel inside of me, don't you think?"

Too late he remembered what he had summoned, he knew he should have contained her from the first meeting, but he had let lust fog his mind and even now it was hard to make his mind work properly. It was throbbing with the edge of white hot lust still, telling him to not think about what she was doing and simply strap himself down for the ride, but he shook that feeling free with a noise of frustration and fear both. No, she was using him, she was conquering him using his own body when he should have been the one to conquer her. The spell had warned that summoning a succubus came with a price, one that was outlined in the binding spell that he had started and let fall free, but he was smarter than this! He had been dealing with elementals for years, he just had to ensnare her and then he could unhook her control from him and take his pleasure.

He didn't say anything else as he struggled off the bed, feeling weak kneed as he came to his hooves, nearly falling forward as he found his balance and started his way towards the edge of the circle. He could get outside of it and clear his mind of whatever foul spell she was using and then could start to bind her properly. Just thinking it helped ease some of the fog back, his eyes fixating a little more clearly as he heard her moving behind him as he stumbled towards the ring designed to contain her. He barely got two steps away from her before her tail twisted around his waist and he heard her rich husky laughter floating over the air and sliding down the length of his back, promising and amused as he was jerked backwards.

"Now, where do you think you're going, my new toy?" She whispered in his ear, her hands sliding along his belly, his cock still aching hard against his lower belly as he felt a fog of her magic over him.

"Release me!" Vanir commanded, trying to send out a flash of magic to force it, but she only tightened her hold on him and brushed her lips along his shoulder.

"You want release?" She murmured. "I will give you all the release you can possibly imagine, pony."

Vanir started to answer, but his lips only parted wide enough to let out a gasping cry of shock as sharp hooked teeth suddenly snapped down against his shoulder. The sharp burning pain spread over him, rushing along the curve of his shoulder in such a powerful spill that he was nearly screaming out at the feel of it running down along the back of his shoulder blade. He shuddered and tried to jerk away, but the sharp curve made him stop as a wave of pure fire rushed through his blood, making the skin swell around the fangs as venom rushed through him. He tried to reach back, tried to find a way to get out from her clutches however he could, but the only thing he managed was to shove at her as his body went rigid in absolute shock. The heat was eating him alive, burning down his spine until every part of him felt swollen and engorged, his legs trying to collapse under him as her nude body pushed up against the line of his back.

Too late, too late he managed to fling his magic at her, he didn't even try to make the spell neat and contained, but it was a wild burst of light and power that freed him. The fangs jerked free, leaving his shoulder aching with sharp pain while he stumbled towards the ring to get free of it. He ran, he didn't care that it lacked even a hint of dignity, he wanted out of her clutches and all he had to do was hit that wall to manage it. He tried to jump over the herbs and candles, aiming for the wall to stop his headlong plunge, but as his hoof touched the edge of the ring he smacked face first into a hard unyielding wall that sent him reeling backwards, cracking his chin against the wall hard enough to make him see stars as he fell back onto the ground. The impact hard enough that he didn't even try to catch himself as he hit the ground with a thump.

"Oh, dear. It looks like you're stuck, little would be mage." The demon's voice was triumphant while Vanir tried to clear his thoughts. "You're marked as mine, and what is mine can't penetrate that barrier, silly spell. It keeps even those I control from getting free, as if I could do so much damage in twelve hours."

"Please.." He gasped out, his eyes rolling up as the demoness moved in front of him, her form no longer looking like something out of a wet dream, it looked like something terrifying as she reached out to wrap her tail along his wrists again.

"Yes, learn to beg, I love when they beg.." She applauded him as he struggled to find a way to get free, but she moved down with a low laugh.

Shadows began to reach out for him, they were twisting and rising from the ground to curl along his legs as she dropped down to all fours with a purr, her tail sliding free of his wrists so they could be captured by the shadow tentacles. He batted at them, struggling to fling them to the ground, but the only thing that happened was a feeling of tingling before they tightened down harder and hauled him up onto his knees. His heart was pounding in terror as the lovely mare like creature turned away from him on all fours, her eyes cruel looking as she lifted her tail and presented herself in a way that he dreamed of from the moment he had seen her, but now he didn't want anything to do with her. He could feel the aching need under his surface, so powerful that it was threatening to rob him of his sanity and she wasn't offering him any relief in return.

He stared at her soft thick lips, they were glistening wetly as the shadows forced his aching body forward, he was writhing and trying to pull back, but they made him slide forward, his nose brushing right along her ass. Her scent flooded his nose, it was like everything he had imagined in a female, he was nearly choking on the fertile scent as he was made to slide over her back. His body was shaking, so hot that he felt as if he were about to pass out, but it didn't matter as the demon made him mount her. Vanir struggled to get off, he cried out, he didn't want to be on her or in her, he wanted to do anything and everything except what she was trying to force him to do! He snarled and twisted his hips backwards, but she only pulled him in closer, the shadows twisting around him and pinning him along her back while his cock pushed right up along the crease of her ass, the partially flared tip drooling messily over her.

"Come on, pony, give me what you promised.." She taunted him, turning her head and grinding back against him.

"Please..! Stop this.." He tried to swallow a whimper as she rocked against him hard enough that his cock was sandwiched right along the crease of her ass, throbbing slightly as his balls kissed the hot slippery cunny lips.

"Give me your name." She responded and he jerked his head up, the little dartmoor pony flattened his ears in horror, he knew better than to give his name to any creature from the other world.

"NO!" He responded immediately and then let out a ragged whimpering cry as her hot tail twisted around his cock.

"Then I will feast." She responded in a matter of fact tone that made him want to choke out a sob as his hips were drawn back. "Take what you can, pony, you know that you want to."

Vanir did, that was the awful part, his hips humped against her tail no matter that he knew it wouldn't give him real release, he was crazed with the beating need as his drooling cock was pulled down to the plush expanse of her folds. He clutched her, his hands gripping her stomach while she guided him up and felt the full lips starting to spread open around his still mostly flared tip. The sensation was too much, it was too warm, too slippery, it was too much for him to handle, but he still hunched his back sharply with a short squealing cry. He didn't try to stop it, he couldn't stop it, he shoved forward and felt her walls stretching around and swallowing along his aching mottled cock with so much heat that he felt as if he were about to collapse, every part of his body on fire as he impaled the succubus, her wetness squelching out along the edges and she groaned out her pleasure and gave a buck back against him.

She was everything his mind had told him she would be, tight and gripping, the internal walls locked around him as he drove forward with a wild thrust. He wasn't as large as one of the horses, but he was thick and he struggled through her tightness as she clutched around him and squeezed with powerful caresses. He felt the way the internal walls were rippling around him, the clutching tugs that were made to pull him in deeper as his precum bubbled up. His fingers dug in against her hips and stomach, he wanted to stop, to yank back out, but his body knew what it wanted even if his mind was trying to speak in reason. He drove as far as he could get inside of her, forcing his base in deep so that his balls pushed up hard right against her inner thighs and slapped loudly before the slow drag backwards that pulled his shaft from her with a slippery messy sound. He pulled outwards again with a wet noise, inch after inch tugging free from her spread folds as her tail twisted around his waist and yanked him forward to spear her again.

"Good boy.." She purred approvingly, letting out a shivery little moan as he whimpered and squeezed his eyes shut.

His body moved of its own volition, stuffing her as full as he could before dragging backwards past the way that her walls were clinging around him tightly. They moved in a way that seemed to grip him and pull up each time he dragged back, so wet that he could feel the rivulets coating him, being pushed out along the stretched lips as his own precum was drooling out into her body as he clutched her hips harder, tightening his grip on them, refusing to release them as he snarled out a noise and gave another rough thrust. His tail flagged up behind him as he pushed far enough forward his balls were grinding against her, feeling the way that they were slicking over him messily, the taste and scent of her flooding his mind as he lost the feel of control. Nothing mattered but the female under him, nothing but her body, he squealed out shortly and tried to nip at her neck, the haze closing over him as she squeezed her tail and started to thrust in wild powerful movements of his hips.

He heard the lewd wet noises as his cock plumbed deep inside of her, rubbing through her walls while she squirmed and arched upwards, helping to thrust him in as deep as he could go with rocks of her body. He heard his own noises, animalistic and unthinking, her own throaty and pleasured as he clutched and squeezed, he felt the way her walls were working him, suckling pulls that made him speed up his thrusts in a grey dappled blur of movement. His cheeks turned dark red, his ears burning, while he closed his eyes and simply gave himself over to the desperate all consuming need to cum built up high enough that his stomach began to ache, his legs were shaking. He pushed forward over her, more of his weight pinning her down as he moved into a crouch, breeding her with all of the thought and style of a feral horse pinning down a mare, and he didn't care.

He didn't care that he was making more noise, he didn't care that he was squealing and shrieking out, he didn't care that the house wasn't empty, he just buried himself into her time and again. Her wet hot heat driving him on as she reached back with a hand and clutched his neck with a groaning cry of pleasure. Vanir's lips opened and the tried to bite the back of her neck, teeth plucking firmly as he snarled out his growing pleasure and felt his entire body shuddering, the movements building to the point that his body was growing tighter and building up. His balls were sore as they began to pull upwards, tightening themselves hard enough that he was dizzy and not even that mattered. He had never cum more than twice in one night, and the pain that was building as he tried to reach his peak again was soon showing why he didn't, his body was being consumed, burning away at the parts that made him Vanir and ruthlessly thinking only of that peak.

The succubus cried out beneath him, her back arching up as he crammed every fat inch of his cock desperately into her spread cunny lips, the small pony shrieking out a wild noise as his tail began to twitch and pump. He flooded her, the eruption of seed that poured out of his tip flushed into her tight cunny and flowed out in a steady stream as his aching balls tried to churn out more and more of the pony seed. He called out his frustration and hammered into her again, the burst of movement stimulating his aching shaft as he wildly tried to find some source of relief for himself, but it wasn't there.. There was nothing there! Only the bare edges of his orgasmic pleasure being snatched away and swallowed by the demon under him as she writhed and arched, his seed leaking out around his mottled shaft, coating down along his orbs, robbing him of every chance to finally have relief.

And he couldn't stop himself...

~ ~ * ~ ~

Caliphus stirred to the feel of magic in his house, though magic was rarely something that would have woken him up, but the tone of the spell was different, sharper and more powerful than a simple elemental summoned up by his apprentice. The aging stag stirred from his chair beside the fire, his sleep slowly fading from his mind as he tasted the magic on the air with a sharp scent of cinnamon and something more. His eyes slid open slowly and he saw the fire was far banked, barely more than a red glow in front of him to attest to the late hour and shifted with a slight hiss as his back protested being roused so soon after falling asleep. He preferred a steady nights sleep, especially since he had taken up an apprentice to carry half of his load and the nightly calls that always seemed to come.

His large ears pricked up high, his entire body going alert as he heard a wild scream bursting through his home, age or no, the stag surged to his cloven hooves and snapped his ears down flat. It was a sound that was so out of place that it flushed away the last hint of sleep from him, his heart leaping to his chest as he immediately began to fling out a spell that lit the torches and lamps that flooded his large room in light while making for the door. It had been a sound of despair, loud enough that it could have quite likely woken the dead and in the unmistakable tone of his apprentice from somewhere in the upper levels of his home. There was no denying who it had come from, he knew that voice as well as his own and the sharp tang of magic attested that the pony had been working magic on his own again, powerful magic.

"Damn and blast him." Caliphus snarled to himself as he took to the stairs fast enough that his body began to scream in protest.

He had taken the small grey pony in several years ago in the hope that he could finally pass on his knowledge and his services to a younger set of shoulders that were willing to learn. The bright eyed Vanir had been quite becoming and fetching, there was something about him that made him soften and feel almost protective. The boy was intelligent and eager to learn, perhaps a bit obsessed with glory, but he certainly understood the spells. There was a naivety and eagerness to him that had made the stag enjoy sharing what knowledge he had, but those fine traits were lessened by the sheer brash boldness of the boy. The recklessness that he often displayed when he got his mind fixated on something, a lack of determination and self control that often made the stag want to throw a bucket of cold water just in the hopes of startling him out of his poor habits. This wasn't the first time he had been sent running through his house in the dead of night in answer to a call for help.

The stag came to the head of the stairs at a run and pushed the bedroom door open with little effort, stepping into a wave of light and heat that sent him reeling a step backwards with his nose crinkled backwards. He had expected to be greeted with the shamed and mutinous face of the young pony, or perhaps a wild elemental burning away at the house or trying to flood the town after being insulted, but that wasn't even close to what had been risen up at the boy's hand. The magic that he had detected earlier was running wild in the boy's bedroom, throbbing and beating at him from the barely contained ring that kept the summoning contained. The sensuality and sexuality both made the older male flinch and fold his ears flat back as his eyes swept over the scene with growing incredulity and anger as he realized just what he had come upon.

The ring was solid enough, but just beyond it his apprentice was miserably crouched on all fours, his muzzle pushed between the thighs of a demonic creature that looked somewhat like an equine. She was laying back against a pile of pillows, her long tail wrapped around the dappled head that had a muzzle soundly buried against her loins, his tongue pushed out and lapping as the boy rolled his eyes up. They were unfocused, the pupil dilated so there was very little of the brown left as the tongue was moving automatically, his entire body sleek and coated in sweat as he attended the succubus. For succubus it was, there was no mistaking the raw sexuality that was clinging to the girl, her body showing itself off while she licked her fingers free of something creamy, the long tongue tips twisting around. The reek of pony musk was only slightly lesser than her arousal and spell of lust being cast out over her small realm of influence.

Caliphus closed his jaws and tightened his teeth, trying to not give into the rise of pure anger that was threatening to consume him. He had known the boy chafed at his demands that the pony remain celibate, but it was for his own good, there were reasons that an apprentice shouldn't give into bodily lusts. He had even explained them all in simple terms to make the pony understand how important it was, but the little beast had gone ahead and ignored every last warning that he had been given. Not only had he ignored it, he flaunted it right in the stag's face with the summoning of a demon who's only purpose was sexual pleasure and feeding from it. The boy looked as if he had been half beaten as he barely stirred at the sight of his master, the blank look and fang marks on his shoulder attesting to just how deeply he had been sucked under the succubus' spell.

"You seem to have my apprentice." Caliphus spoke in a low tone, exuding a trickle of his own power to engage the demon's attention. "I am afraid that pony has already been spoken for."

~ ~ * ~ ~

Vanir lifted his head out from the glistening mound of the demon, his own seed tasting salty on his tongue and running along his lips as she had forced him to clean her out. The taste was sharp and laden with her own heat, the nectar had covered his dark muzzle as he tried to focus on the shape of a stag standing in the doorway of his bedroom. He found it hard to put two thoughts together without having them fall apart, everything was working all wrong. His mind was too full, he couldn't keep his attention on anything, but the sight of his master helped push back some of his lusts as he lifted his muzzle. His master was watching him, watching his entire humiliation as he was hanging from his sheath still, so hard that he wanted to sob his frustrations, he hurt so badly that he just wanted to curl into a ball, but the need wouldn't let him do anything but obey the demons commands.

"Oh? Is he?" The demoness reached down and guided his muzzle back to her loins firmly, making him bend his head, but his eyes were on Caliphus. "It seems to me that he is for free use."

He flicked his tongue out again, letting out a muted whimper as her long tail curled down under him and started to curl right along the base of his tail. He couldn't even do anything to stop it, instead he pushed his thick tongue into her body and started to scoop out the mess he had made, obeying her despite the fact he could feel the presence of the stag looming just outside of the protective circle. Somewhere, in some small sane place, he felt a rush relief that he was about to be saved from his own foolishness. Even if the mage was angry, it would be a matter of pride to make sure his apprentice wasn't simply broken.

"He might have made himself appear so, but I assure you, he is very much under my protection." The stag sounded almost embarrassed to admit it. "If you would be so kind as to release him, I can see that you are returned to where you are most comfortable."

"Mmm.. but I've already begun.." The demoness let out a shivery breath and the pony tensed up as her tail snaked down to slide along his balls. "I still have ten hours left in which he is mine."

"Ten hours?" There was a lilting question, but Vanir's mind was slipping away as he felt the slender tail tip probing against the thick dark pucker hiding beneath his tail. "Ahh the Latheian Spellbook. I warned you not to touch it, Vanir!"

Ed me,

"Mashter.." He slurred against the cunny and rolled his eyes up pleadingly towards the imposing stag, desperately trying to beg with his eyes as the tail tip probed at him forcefully.

"You cannot leave well enough alone!" The sharp rebuke made him flinch, but that flinch was nothing compared to the jerk he felt as the tail tip curled right against his pucker.

He muffled a cry and snapped his ears down tight against his head and writhed in place, the tail tip started to nudge and push forward, wedging the pucker opened slowly. It was an assault on him, a shock as he felt it probing and rubbing, starting to wedge his body open wider and wider, forcing the walls to adjust around the slender tail tip. He knew it wasn't large, he knew it was slight and narrow, but it felt massive as his swollen passage was spread open wider and wider, making his walls clamp down in reaction, the squeezing press causing him to pull away, jerking forward as his muzzle burrowed right against the full hot lips. He swallowed around them as she began to sink her tail in deeper, violating him while his master walked just beyond the safety of the ring, not even trying to walk past it! His muscles started to tense up, stomach turning while the first few inches probed and jabbed just inside of his narrow opening, making his cock slap up against his belly.

"Pleash!" He called out with a muffled burst, jerking his head backwards after a moment and balling his fingers up. "MASTER!"

"Oh my, you are not doing your job." The demoness purred and ran a finger under his wet muzzle, the tail tip probing a spot just inside of him that forced his cock to jerk and twitch, his balls trying to pull up between his legs. "He is mine by right, mage, he summoned me and that makes him rightful prey if he cannot defend himself."

Vanir's eyes bulged slightly while his anal ring was stretched open wider and wider, gaping as the thick tail probed itself deep enough to make him writhe and twist his hips forward. He nearly pulled away, but then she jabbed forward hard enough to draw a squeal from his throat as six inches of the tail were stuffed into him, making him flag his tail up high in the air. It was painful, aching faintly, but the tip was rubbing along a spot inside of him and flicking it roughly to make him jerk forward in a short thrust that sent precum splattering out to the ground messily, the hot streamer pooling against the ground as he tried to think. His mind didn't want to think, his mind was only feeling the maddening need that was making him want to shriek out, beg, give her whatever he needed to give to make sure that he was given real release, not have it stolen from him as she fed.

"It is my job to defend him." Caliphus answered slowly. "I cannot let you rob me of my apprentice."

"Oh I do not kill.." The demoness laughed and her tail pulled back, pumping lightly as he was guided closer to her body, shaking and nearly sobbing as his cock was throbbing so hotly he felt as if he were about to explode. "When my time is up he will be let go, I am not allowed to damage those I feed on. Well, not in any way that would last past this evening."

"You won't leave him broken?" The stags voice was thoughtful and Vanir jerked his eyes up wildly, looking at his master desperately while he was forced over the demon again. He didn't want to fuck her, he didn't want to feel the stream of useless cum leaving him.

"Master.. p-please... Save me.." He choked out and writhed as the tail suddenly stuffed under his tail again, feeling the legs sliding around his hips in silent welcome. He had never felt so terrified of a naked female in his life. "Please don't leave me!"

"I won't leave him broken, I will be well fed, but that is the price for my appearance." She answered, but the creature was speaking up at him as she licked along his lips and her hand grabbed his cock. "When I am done he will be weak, but alive and recover."

"Master!" He gasped out and then sobbed, he couldn't stop himself as his cock kissed her too hot folds, feeling their wetness rubbing his aching glans as she started to guide him.

"It will be a lesson then." The stag nodded his head and narrowed his eyes. "Remember this, Vanir, pleasures of the flesh are denied to you for a reason, and this is one of them. There are creatures out there lured to you by your lusts if you do not learn to control them and you have offered yourself up to one who will have no mercy."

"NO!" He yelped and jerked backwards, but the tail jabbed so hard into his ass he squealed out.

He couldn't stop himself, he tried to get away and in doing so drove forward and down, his cock tip driving into the suckling hot folds again. His aching flesh was spreading her open as she arched up to greet him with a moan of her own. His master turned away, he didn't say another word, instead the stag opened the door to the stairwell and began to leave as the pony let out a shrill high pitched noise as his inches were driven back into the welcoming sheath of the succubus that was tightening around him painfully, his ass impaled on ten heavy inches of tail that held his pucker straining open wide. His master offered no more advice or sympathy, only shut the door soundly behind him and left him to the hungry demon and his own consequences. And ten more hours...

~ ~ * ~ ~

Vanir was covered in sweat and seed and other fluids, his body cast on the ground as his chest rose and fell, unable to even lift his head up as he heard the demoness moving beside him. He barely twitched as her fingers ran along his chest, he didn't have the energy left, he had nothing, only the burning need to cum that had remained with him all night, the pleasure that had constantly been robbed from him as he had been taken time and again. Every part of him had been penetrated and invaded, his pucker ached and remained spread open, his urethra had been pierced by tongue, tail and claw, searched and explored. His cock felt as if it were rubbed raw as he felt the hands sliding up to curl along his chin and he tried to pull away, but the movement was short barely forceful.

He didn't know how long it had gone on, he just knew the haze of lust and need had made the world slow down until every moment was an agony. He had never been robbed of pleasure and satisfaction before. His lust hadn't been satiated, no matter that he had fucked her ass, her cunny, her muzzle, he hadn't touched the need that was only driven to heights so painful that he was ready to scream in frustration if he could just be able to finally have some relief. He would have given her everything she wanted, except, she hadn't asked for anything, she had taken it. She sucked down everything he was and seemed oh so pleased whenever he was able to go another round, leaving him with barely enough energy to make his body breathe and his blood pump.

"Oh dear, are you broken, little pony?" She murmured and planted a soft kiss right against the tip of his cock, making him whimper and shudder. "Not ready for another round?"

"No.." He panted and opened an eye, cringing as she licked her finger a little bit, he remembered when those fingers had been under his tail, just thinking about it made him want to squirm away.

"Ahhh such a feast you have been." She rolled over and suddenly was on his body, Vanir's eyes snapped open in terror, ready to feel him grab at his cock again for another round. How many times had he already cum? "It has been a long time since I've been so full."

Vanir didn't know what to say, he had nothing he could offer her as she leaned forward to kiss his muzzle gently. Her scent was no longer making him wild with need, it was something frightening that had him cringing backwards as she stroked along his cheek lightly. The light touches ran along the line of the cheek with a tender caress that made him turn his head to one side so that she could nibble right down his neck towards the spot she had bitten him and left two raw wounds against his sleek hide. He tried to make his body struggle, he attempted to kick and twist, to throw her off, but instead, he just whickered out a harsh ragged noise beneath her.

"Don't worry, little mage, I'm not going to leave you empty handed." She whispered hotly into his ear. "I had thought you too little to even touch my appetite, but I think you are more than worthy of me."

_I don't want you! I want you to leave, please... Just leave. I'll never think about sex again! _ He thought wildly, trying his best to make his mouth work, but it didn't.

"Leave?" He managed the word and she let out a rich laugh and licked the wounds on his neck, but as her tongue touched he felt a jolt of fire.

"Oh I am, but don't worry, I'm going to be waiting. Every time you rouse to orgasm, I will know it, I may not come back, but I will know you have given in." She murmured against his neck hotly, her breasts pressed tight to his chest. "And one day, I intend to come back to feast again."

"No.. please.." He stammered, Vanir's eyes flashing open before the succubus let out a laugh, delighted and throaty.

"Oh don't worry, little pony, you won't need to beg me to come back. Such a feast!" Her laughter rushed through his room, flowing over him like a hot rush of air before her weight lifted from him. "Enjoy your rest, my toy, I look forward to feasting again!"

She left him, a rush of hot air blew over Vanir as he scrabbled back weakly, his body so drained he only made it a few feet before he went still and saw his room emptying of the sleek red equine that had been dominating it. His heart beat wildly, eyes turning around, looking wildly this way and that, searching for her in the rising light of dawn that spread over the ground. The pony wanted to get up, she tried to surge to his feet, but he didn't have the energy, he just dropped back down again with a rough groan, his eyes squeezed closed, mind flushed and heavy with a hundred thoughts and none of them able to be contemplated as exhaustion hit.

The apprentice dropped down on the ground, his head tilted back as the fresh sweet air of the morning sea slipped through the windows and filled his nose, chasing away the hot heavy scent of sex and need. Vanir's eyes slid shut, his aching need so painful that he wanted to scream, but didn't even have the energy to do anything about it. Instead, he closed his eyes, and prayed sleep would take him. Take him and put the entire terrible night behind him until he had to face his master again with what he had done.