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Abel only had one reason for becoming a demonologist. Unlike his peers, it wasn't a thirst for power or the desire to be rich. Changing his appearance was the furthest thing from his mind, and he didn't have any enemies to smite. What Abel wanted, more than anything, was a demon itself. Not just any demonic creature, of course. He had standards.

His greatest desire, the thing that kept him up at night and fueled all of his most frantic fantasies, twisted up in sheets, stroking himself as though he'd never get enough, was a succubus. Nothing else mattered as long as he could have those massive red tits, pouty lips, and exaggerated asses. It didn't matter that he'd have to give up a piece of his soul to contract one; he'd gladly give it all for one chance to stuff himself past the gates of heaven and finish inside, to taste the sweat glistening on bouncing orbs and hear dulcet moans.

Now, after months of study and discarding every lesson besides what he needed to fulfill his lifelong wish, he was about to summon the demoness of his dreams. Heart soaring with desire and pants tightened with an erection that could pierce stone, he drew runes on his hardwood floor in chalk, then trailed salt around the circle, silently reciting the home-brewed chant he pieced together during his free time.

Pulling back his hood, Abel bit his thumb, writing the last growing rune in his blood, then sat, beginning the arcane, resonant chant. Eyes tightly closed, he infused the words with his desperate wish for the succubus of his dreams, feeling part of his essence flowing from his chest to feed the summoning. As the last words flowed past his lips, taking with them the oppressive, swirling aether settled over the area, Abel fell backward, suddenly overtaken with a moment of extreme exhaustion.

"Interesting. It's not often that a novice can summon Nobility." A distinctly masculine voice broke the silence, followed by the soft click of something tapping against the wood floor. A slight breeze scattered salt across the floor, forcing Abel's eyes open as a shadowed figure leaned over him, blocked out by the light above. Judging by its voice, it wasn't the succubus of his dreams, but he could hope.

As the creature's face clarified, Abel realized he should have asked for an experienced demonologist to inspect his spellwork. Far from the crimson-skinned beauty he expected, the monster had a thick coat of wild black fur, pink, human-like hands, and a distinctly rodent-like face with a swishing naked pink tail sticking out above its furry rump. While the creature's chest was quite large, it wasn't a pair of breasts that he sported but pecs that put most women to shame, bouncing with every breath with hard pink nipples.

With a start, Abel realized that his demonic circle wasn't working. The creature was a few feet out of the salt, standing over him with its completely nude body unaffected. Backing up, he watched as it followed him, an amused look on the rat's face as it smoothed back a head full of fur between glowing orange horns.

"Judging by your expression, I'm either not what you expected, your wards failed when you expected them to hold, or you're not my summoner. The third seems unlikely considering your current outfit and the scent of male arousal rolling off you in waves, so I'll assume it's a combination of the first two." Cracking a grin and showing off sharp teeth, the rat licked his lips, scratching his sculpted stomach and bringing Abel's eyes to a pair of hairless balls that could easily break his nose with a small amount of momentum.

"S-Succubus. Supposed to be. Hot." Stammering, Abel tried to keep his eyes off the rat's physique. Abel felt nothing towards his gender before, but something about the creature pushed all of his buttons. Was it attraction magic? Or a stipulation of their contract? Even the goat's horns sweeping backward from his forehead were dashing.

Bending down, the rat looked over the remainder of Abel's magic circle, one pink paw covering his mouth as he laughed. "Well, 'Master.' I'll correct your magic, though it seems a bit late." Tracing his fingers through the air, the rat created runes out of thin air, sending them to float around Abel's head in a taunt. "While you used the correct word for 'sex demon,' you used the incorrect gender according to my people's dialect. As a result, the rest of your specifications took on the same tilt. 'Well-endowed, large-rump, incubus, virile, mild manner, et cetera.' Honestly, you're lucky. A mistake like this could have brought you something far more frightening than me."

"But h-how are you walking free? The circle should hold all but-" All but demonic Nobility. Fuck, Abel brought a demon Noble to the human world. Worse than simply summoning the wrong individual, he may have brought about the apocalypse. How long before this creature brought the world to its knees?

Squatting down and dragging those sagging, intensely musk-scented orbs against the floor, the rat tilted Abel's face affectionately. Eyes glowing with flame-like demonic glee and horns alight with hellfire, he pressed closer until Abel could feel the heat of his breath and smell the curiously cinnamon-like scent it carried. "Fret not, young master. I'm benevolent, for the most part. My summoners are usually women seeking a child, and I doubt I would receive further summons if I harmed them before their wish quickened within them. Your clumsy attempt will be the first time I've entered into a permanent lifelong contract. Promise you'll keep me entertained?"

"Can't I break the contract and send you back?" Heart dropping into his stomach, Abel tried to hold back the growing desire to taste those cinnamon lips, his cock demanding access to the open air. There was an intense thrill to feeling so vulnerable, so much so that he was sure that he would bend over at the demon's demand, regardless of his anal virginity. Such a desire was nothing but the rat's influence and not his; it had to be.

"Should you break the contract, your soul is forfeit, and I receive unfettered access to the human world. Somehow I doubt either of those appeals to you, but if it's what you wish, I'll start building my harem of breeding stock this very moment. It should only be a year, possibly two, before my armies become unstoppable, bolstered by my infinite progeny." Eyes flashing, the rat licked his lips, drool dripping down his chin to stain Abel's robe. Pulling at Abel's robe, he revealed the human's straining cock, his thumb tracing the underside.

Unable to stop his mouth from opening in a soft moan, Abel stared into those burning orbs. Somehow, he could sense that the rat demon wasn't lying. The only thing between the world and a rat-jizz-induced apocalypse was Abel's fragile heterosexuality. All he had to do was give in to the blazing need inside of him. "Th-The contract stands. I will fulfill my end of the bargain." A deal to feed a succubus's wanton needs seemed alluring, but now he was trapped with the same terms.

"Ah, the innocence of a blushing virgin. Such a noble sacrifice." Claiming Abel's lips with his, the rat subjected him to an eternal kiss, the cinnamon scent on his breath clarifying into a heated sweetness reminiscent of cinnamon cookies. As his tongue took control of Abel's mouth, licking deep enough that it felt like he was fucking the human's throat with his slippery appendage, he put his claws to work. Shredding the robe in moments and leaving Abel shivering against the cold ground in nothing but his grey boxers, he broke their oral embrace, looking up and down at the slightly chubby human.

"It's been so long since I've been able to play with a male. Drinking in femininity has its perks, but they're never quite so honest with their desire." Peeling Abel's underwear and dragging his nose through the webs of arousal festooning the fabric, the rat sighed, his heated breath mere inches from Abel's manhood. "Sheer perfection. Males are so very truthful when it comes to desire. Hard, dripping decadence, aching for touch, quickened breath, guttural groans."

Attempting to ignore the rat's blatant teasing and looking away from the intensely arousing sight of those cinnamon lips pressing a scalding kiss to his tip, Abel grasped at conversation topics as if this were simply some fucked up dinner party. "W-What's your name?" He finally managed to stammer as that talented tongue swiped over the slit at the tip of his cock, tasting him. Gods, that simple touch was better than anything Abel ever felt.

"Jozzoth the Virile. Though perhaps that's too much of a mouthful for the sort of relationship this contract forces. Perhaps Jozz will suffice." Long tongue draping over Abel's member, the rat dipped his head, his appendage coiling like a snake and wrapping every inch in slippery luxury. Suction soon joined the slow stroke, pulling each pearl of arousal into the hungry depths of the rodent's maw.

Pleasure radiated from each stroke, stealing Abel's breath and clenching his hands into claws on the hardwood floor. His toes curled, and he kicked at the air, moans vibrating through his throat and the urge to cum far too soon rising from his virgin shaft. Without thinking, he grabbed the rat's horns, humping upward and smearing his meager balls through the drool dripping from Jozz's chin.

Just as Abel reached the edge of orgasm, he felt the coiling tongue tighten, keeping the rising tide of orgasm from reaching its crest. No matter how desperately the human thrust, Jozz clung to his hips, claws digging into his flesh just enough to add a bit of spice to his expert blowjob. Moments felt like hours, throbbing desperately within the rat's maw and moaning like a cheap whore, but Jozz eventually relented, releasing his talented tongue's grip and thrashing the underside of his member with slick affection.

Nearly screaming with relief, the human squirmed, his thrashing hips followed by the draining suction of that talented maw. Spurt after spurt worked its way up his shaft, disappearing as if it never existed into the rodent's hungry throat. Jozz's muzzle seemed to suckle at his soul, glistening with a ghostly blue glow before a sloppy tongue licked it away.

"Tainted by desire but still so innocent. Don't worry, little virgin. I won't take anything more than the sweetest taste of that delicious soul. Nothing you won't regenerate by the morning." Bringing a terrifyingly large cock into view, the rat spread Abel's legs and nuzzled his tip against the human's pucker, letting him feel its heat and copious drool of arousal from its slit. "As for your body, I'm afraid there will be lasting damage."

Still reeling from his orgasm and wrapped in the cloudy embrace of desire, Abel nodded, swallowing hard as he watched a cockhead the size of his fist trace a slow circle around his virgin pucker. Deep down, he knew there wasn't any way he'd survive taking that cock, but fuck; he wanted it. Fuck the consequences. At least he'd die happily impaled, pleasing this masculine beast.

"Brave little summoner." Groaning out his pleasure, Jozz popped his bulbous cockhead past Abel's slippery pucker, aided by the sloppy drool of demonic pre. Leaning against the wall and hunched over the human, letting him dangle with his ass in the air, he forced himself deeper, his cock's journey strangely painless despite the impossible stretch it caused and the bulge in Abel's pudgy stomach.

"I-I- W-What?" Overwhelmed by the demon's first hilting thrust, Abel could only dangle helplessly, watching his stomach bulge outward until the outline of the demon's cock nearly reached his chest. By all logic, he should be dead, burst by the demon's massive cock like an ill-fitting condom, but all he could feel was an intense burning pleasure radiating from every inch of his innards, as though his inner walls contained more nerve endings than his cock ever could.

"Oh, come now. Did you think I would hurt such a tasty morsel? No, the damage I'll inflict is far more insidious." Dragging the human up to eye level and pulling out to the tip, the rat leaned in, molesting his throat with another deep, cinnamon and cum flavored kiss. Only stopping once Abel's vision darkened, his lungs screaming for oxygen and his mouth utterly coated in sweet cinnamon, the rat trailed his teeth over the human's neck, continuing his honeyed speech. "I'm going to break you. To utterly ruin you for any other male and subject you to pleasures that even the most promiscuous human will never know. Nothing else will do."

Coming from anyone else, those words would bring nothing but a derogatory laugh, but there was weight behind Jozz's words. Weight mirrored in the heavy slap of his massive breeder balls bouncing off Abel's ass with increasingly insistent thrusts. Feeling exposed, like the demon's prey, Abel could only clench and whimper, lifting his neck into the slow lap of Jozz's tongue. Deep down, he wanted it, wanted to be the demon's fucktoy. He couldn't even blame the rat's masculine scent or the pleasure he brought Abel with every push. Straight men didn't feel this euphoric from the rough rut of another male.

Surrendering to the increasingly overwhelming feeling of fullness brought on by the rat's rough rutting, Abel whimpered, clinging to furred shoulders. Plunging thrusts wrung lewd, sloppy noises from his overstretched hole, and a growing puddle beneath him showed off the demon's virility, its presence an ominous warning for the human's poor insides. When Jozz finished, it would be a veritable volcano of cum. Would Abel even be able to take it? Panic rising in his throat, he attempted to ask the demon to pull out, but the telltale heave of the demon's cock and the growling grip of his teeth on the human's neck let Abel know he was too late.

Swelling with each spurt, the demon's cock sprayed its virility deep into the human's innards, coating his inner walls in scalding seed and bringing heat up to his cheeks. One blast, two, then three swelled his stomach out into a perverse pregnancy before the rat slopped free from his hole, painting the wall below and adding to the slippery mess beneath his feet, his virile goo spreading out with each added contribution.

"The bittersweet song of virginity lost. The sweetest sound I shall ever hear." Fur shining with sweat, the demonic rodent set Abel down, smearing his cock over the human's bulging stomach to clean the last dregs of cum from its shimmering length. "Tell me, brave little summoner. Is there a bath nearby? I would enjoy your hands exploring my body."

"H-Hallway. Bathroom." Hoarse from his desperate carnal screams, Abel whimpered as the rat threw him over his shoulder, two of the rodent's fingers stuffing themselves into the mess he created between the human's cheeks. As the demon carried him through the house, his only thought was how to please Jozz further. There was no need for study, thought, or anything else. The pleasure was all that Abel needed.