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“The Cabal: Invocation"

by Amadeus Wolfpaw

The carved the last white line into the wooden floor and completed the circle. Around it stood six candles: one at each point of the etched upside-down star, and one in the center. The crabeater stood up and grinned. His ears twitched as an intoxicating tingle scaled his back. He threw down the lance of chalk and walked over to the nearby table. In the feeble candlelight, he picked up a book bound in chains.

He held it close to his chest as he walked back towards the circle. The silvery fox plopped on the floor and picked the lock with his claw. A metallic click wailed from the rusted lock. He opened it, dropped it beside him, and flipped the book open to the first page. He scanned the scribble on the first page and the strange pictographic images therein. He analyzed them for a moment, then smirked. The fox flipped to the specified page and ran his finger along the lines of the page until he found the incantation. He stared at it for a moment, and then slapped the book shut and discarded it behind him. He rubbed his paws together and smiled as his ears bent backwards.

The center of the room was clear, the candles flickers, and white lines on the floor seared his eyes. He focused on them intently for a moment, then he got on his knees and put his clenched fists above his head. He inhaled, his muscles relaxed, and he wailed, “Dominus doloris, et voluptate…veni foras et quare hoc viderit, ire aliquid fructuosa…"

Nothing.

The crabeater looked around the room. Nothing had changed in the slightest. The candles still burned, and the wind shrieked outside. He scrunched his face, then raised a brow as he hauled the abandoned book back into his lap. He turned to the same page and scrutinized the symbols until he grumbled, “Shit," then scoured the etchings for the proper conjuration. His eyes inflated once he spotted it. His mouth watered and his palms shook. This time, he set the book down gently, and sputtered the chant with his fingers above his head. They wriggled with the anxious pang of his nerves.

“Dominus voluptas et dolor…venit ad me egrediebatur, et conteram in testament tuo…"

The candle wickers rattled, the floorboards shook, and the summoner collapsed. Once he recovered, he looked up at the circle. The candles' flames, once gently swaying willow tree branches, thrashed. The shockwaves infected the floor and jostled him. They threw the crabeater onto his palms. His arms jiggled as he braced himself. The quake continued. An orange light pierced his eyes and glanced up. The air above the circle conflagrated. The heat exploded from the center; the fox frantically pulled his arms before his face. His eyes were spared. The heat burnt his sleeves. He heard them sizzle before a thunderous thud coursed through the floor. It threw him on his back, he mewled, then looked up to behold his guest.

In the center of the once empty circle stood a massive red wolf. His shoulders stretched across his torso. He had wide picks and fiery eyes. He skin stretched across his vast muscle. They supported a huge mane of red hair. It collected on his shoulders, spiraled down his back from a single knot, and trailed onto the floor. He hovered in place, then his glowing eyes blinked. He looked around the room. The crabeater watched, ears down and mouth open. The candlelight lashed the giant wolf's red fur, abs, pecks, up to the two glistening horns that protruded from his temples. They curved before him. He swiveled his head, locked onto the fox, and stepped forward.

The crabeater stayed still and watched his guest approach him. His muscles shook under his weight, bouncing like bag of beans. The giant red wolf leaned down and eyed the fox. His voice resounded through the room.

“Are you the one who called me?"

The fox's awestruck expression transitioned to panic. He stumbled to his feet. The red wolf's eyes followed him. Even hunched, he could look the fox in the eye. The fox stood erect; his paws crossed as he bowed before his guest.

“Yes!" and he bowed again, “yes, m'lord. 'Twas I. I…uh," the fox flopped over his words before the red wolf scowled at him. The fox's ears quivered when he noticed. “M'lord? Have I done something to offend you?"

“Yeah, quit the fancy talk, kid," he grumbled. “What century do you think it is?" The fox stepped back. His arms sagged and he stared at his guest. He mumbled some more before the red wolf spoke again. “Well," his voice leaped at the fox, “what am I here for then, huh? You want someone dead? Is this some kinda revenge story? Or are you another one of those teenaged punks who thinks we can be buddy-buddies, 'cause I'm telling you right now that's-"

“No, no m'lord, I," he stopped when he saw the wolf lips vibrated. The subsequent growl found his ears a moment later. “Uh, no, sir?" the fox said, rose his shoulders and extended his paw.

The wolf scoffed. “Fine," he rolled his eyes. “That works. Now what do you want?"

“I must ask something of you, sir. You see, I've spent a long time preparing for your arrival, and per the passage in the book," the fox pointed to the black-bound bundle of pages on the floor, “I am allowed to make one request upon your arrival, and I-"

“What!" The red wolf howled. He flung himself towards the book and snatched it. The bindings sizzled in his paw. Smoke danced around the book as he lunged at the fox. The crabeater stumbled back, falling on his ass. The pain shot through him as the wolf thrust the book an inch from his face. “The book! This book?" he yelled. “You brought me here with this book?"

“Uh, yes?" the fox said. The red wolf spun the book around and flipped through the pages and found the marker with his invocation. His eyes widened and he growled. He threw the book down and pressed his maw against the fox's face. The vulpine shook.

“You summoned me with the Liberium Infierna? This book was sealed away from good reason! Do you know what kind of shit you can cause if you called the wrong guy?"

The fox's eyes widened. “B-But I was just trying to,"

“I don't care what you were doing. It's fucking dangerous, you little shit! Do you have any idea the kind of power that book holds?"

“Well, I…" the wolf's roar silenced him again.

“And you used it to call me? Me!" and the wolf's laugh thundered through the room. It shook the floor and cracked the window. The shards fell as he slammed him paw down on the wood panels. “This had better be good, then. Why the fuck am I here? What the hell do you need me for?"

“I-" the fox sputtered.

“Well, spit it out."

“I wanted you, to…to, uh,"

“Out with it, kid! Why the fuck am I he-"

“I want you to fuck me!"

Silence. It suffocated the room for a moment while the flames from the wolf's circle finally dwindled. The fox shivered and looked down. He could hear the soft wheezes of his guest, and they gradually increased in volume until he could see his massive paws trembling. He closed him eyes. He winched in anticipation, but instead head the demon loudly groan. He looked up and the red wolf rubbed his forehead with his paw. He stared down at him with a crooked brow and an ajar maw. The wolf crossed his arms and squinted at the fox. He instantly felt patronized.

“Seriously…? You brought me here, using the single most dangerous tome known to mortal-kind, with the sole intention of having me fuck you?" The fox feebly nodded. “You can't be serious," the wolf said. He turned around. His mane spiraled down from his head and onto the floor and wriggled behind him. “I've heard some asinine reasons in my day, kid…but this? I can't believe you'd pull a stunt like this." He threw his paws up and sauntered back to the center of the circle. His bare ass jiggled with each step. “I'm leaving. And you'd better get rid of that," he pointed to the book on the floor, “before actually cause some damage."

“What? No! Please, don't go. It's my birthday! And I've spent months preparing for your arrival. I-" the fox's plead was bounced off the giant wall of red fur. The crabeater wailed. His blood pounded in his ears.

As begged, he looked over the demon's body. His muscles were enormous, larger than any he'd seen on a mortal. His pecks stretched across his russet chest, and his tongue glistened in the weak ember light. His ears flickered, and his mane shone deeply. Then finally he lowered his ears and lurched at his guest. He placed a paw around the wolf's exposed junk and squeezed it. He looked up at the wolf, his eyes glowing with resolve. The wolf's eyes, already lit with rage, flared red, and the air around him boiled. The fox's eyes bulged, and the wolf shoved him back. The force knocked the wind out of his and threw him against the wall. The wolf lunged at him and pushed him into the wall via his chest.

“What the hell do you think you're doing?"

The demon saw the light in the fox's eyes flash as he teetered on the brink of consciousness. He loosened his grip, grunted, and the gasping fox fell to the floor. The wolf stood over him, his flaccid junk dangling inches from the fox's face.

The fox tried to speak, but he produced gasps. “C-Cah, ugh…" he piped. The demon griped,

“You got some balls, kid," said Malacoda. “You went to all the trouble of summoning me, risked your life and soul for the chance to get fucked in the ass?" The fox grasped his chest and nodded. “Let me guess, virgin, right?" The fox nodded again. “Ugh. If you'd put in half the effort it took to summon me, you probably have gotten laid by now. Honestly, just hire a prostitute or something…" Malacoda stopped and thought. “Wait, you still have those, right?"

The fox nodded; his ears twitched. Malacoda brayed at his expense. “Well," he said and locked his right index finger and thumb on the fox's chin. “If you're this stupid, I may as well give you what you want, could be fun for me." The demon saw the fox's eyes lighten. His tail squirmed, and Malacoda could hear his heartbeat jump three beats ahead. He pulled the fox in. The crabeater felt the demon's hot breath pour down his nostrils. “What's your name, shithead?"

“C-Co," he coughed and grasped his chest. Through his battle for air, he choked, “C-Corey…s-sir," to which Malacoda smirked.

“Well then," he said, “Corey, your ass ain't prepared for me." He gestured to his gifted extension. “Luckily for you, though, I have a skill for this sort of thing, so it won't hurt. Much." Malacoda grinned evilly. Corey's eyes bloated.

Malacoda pulled him in and positioned Corey's maw only an inch from the base of this dick. He combed his massive claws through the poor fox's fur and whispered, “Get to it, bitch."

With that Corey gulped. His ears wriggled and he pressed his nose against Malacoda's crotch. He inhaled and caught the scent of brimstone, ash, and iron. His nose twitched as the smell entered his body. The wolf smiled. A hearty chuckle echoed.

Malacoda grabbed the fox's head and pulled him up, sliding Corey's maw across the length of his rod. His lips grazed the bulging veins. The demon shuddered, and his ears twitched. His gleaming teeth moistened as he ran his tongue along them. Drops of his mucus fell from his salivating maw onto Corey's head. A whimper struck his ear. Malacoda situated the fox's head by the end of his dick, then cradled Corey's chin in his paw and angled him upwards. He stared at him. Corey saw humor live in the wolf's eyes.

“You wanna back out? You still have a chance. I thought you wanted this?" The fox looked back down. He reached his paw forward and took Malacoda in his palm at the base. He couldn't grasp all the way around. At least an inch remained between his thumb and pointer finger. His eyes narrowed, and Malacoda saw his tail halt. The crabeater looked up and smirked.

“I do," so the wolf leered and presented himself to Corey.

The fox pressed his thumb against the base of Malacoda's head. The first of many jolts jumped through the red wolf's body. A rumbling moan leapt from his throat as Corey closed the distance between his maw and Malacoda's cock. He watched it approached, becoming larger the nearer it drew. Upon arrival, he lashed at the head with his tongue. It was warm. Very warm. The spit left behind sizzled and evaporated into Corey's nose. He coughed, but recomposed himself and transfixed his eyes on his target. His lids fell, and he buried his maw onto Malacoda.

The heat radiating from the wolf's dick spread quickly throughout Corey's maw. His eyes watered as the heat filled his mouth and travelled through his nose and throat. He shook, his throat closed, and he recoiled as the back of his tongue sizzled. He coughed and grasped his chest as he gasped. His brows straightened, and he looked up at Malacoda. The demon wore a smug grin. “What's wrong, kid?" he inquired. “Too much for you?"

Corey squashed the knot in his gut. He growled and ran his tongue in circles around his maw until the burning sensation eased. He locked his eyes on Malacoda and once more took him into his paw. He stroked it, invigorating the fluids writhing inside the veins. Malacoda's cock swelled, bloating to twice the size and girth. Corey lay on his knees unfazed. He snorted and wrapped his tongue around the demon once more.

He bobbed his head, sliding on and off as the heat became too much. He lathered the wolf in mucus and let it steam as he worked other areas. Malacoda sighed. The sides of his lips curved to a simper. “Not bad, kid," he muttered. His paw glided to the back of Corey's head. “But it's gonna take more than that, try it more like this!" He pulled Corey in and skewered the fox's throat onto his cock. He heard Corey choke; saliva drizzled over his dong as the crabeater struggled. His throat closed, and the vibrations from his body fighting the intrusion resounded through Malacoda's paw. The rubble energized him. He groaned. “That's more like it! Take it all, bitch." Corey fought some more. His maw felt so full his tongue anchored to the bottom of his mouth. He tried to stay in control, but the more his body fought, the more heat accumulated in his maw. His eyes watered, a whimper vacated his chops.

He moved fast. His knuckles collided with Malacoda's dangling fruit. The wave reverberated through the wolf and he staggered back. Corey fell to the floor, coddling his throat and wheezing as the fire dancing across his tongue faded. He expected the wolf to attack him, to thrash him around as punishment. Instead, once he'd drawn breath, he looked up and the wolf swayed. His face was up, and his tongue drooped from his maw. The demon's ears were back, and orange ooze cascaded from his maw. It dripped onto the floor like morning rain, clicking with each drop that fell. Corey knelt there dazed and weakened. His throat was sore, and his head pounded. He tried to speak, but before he could Malacoda looked down and bellowed.

“Damn, kid!" he chortled. “I didn't think you had in it you. That felt great. Keep that up and I might just enjoy this, after all," Corey blushed. Malacoda knelt down and cupped Corey's face in his massive paw. He leaned in and licked the fox's sagging lips. He smiled. “Ready for what's next? Or," he made a circular motion around his still stiff stick, “would you to try again?"

Corey swallowed. His words returned and his ears stood at attention. Malacoda watched the hairs on his head tingle. “Let me at it. I can still do it," to which the demon grinned. He sat down, spread his legs, and leaned back. His knees butterflied. A grand view of Malacoda's assets met Corey's eyes. He stared for a moment, his maw frothing as the thought of its taste. He sighed, rolled up his singed sleeved and crawled towards the demon's groin.

He arrived at it quickly and took Malacoda's base into his paw a third time. He clenched his fist and punched the demon's fruit sack. Malacoda shuddered. “Ah, fuck yes," he moaned. “Harder, bitch!" Corey tightened his fist; his knuckles shined white. He thrust them into Malacoda again and watched the wave spread out from the wolf's nuts. A loud groan vaulted through the room. “Grr," the wolf snarled, “Yea, just like that. Harder! Hit me harder!"

Corey ran his paw up Malacoda's length and pinched his fingers around the demon's head. He squeezed until the pads of his fingers almost touched. The hole peeking through the wolf's scarlet skin widened, and Corey clamped his jaw on it. He slammed his fingers into Malacoda again. From this, Corey heard the demon's first moan. “Oh, mff." Malacoda closed his eyes and let his head fall back. He supported his weight on his arms as Corey attacked his crotch. He licked his lips, gently rocking as Corey began to work his way down his throbbing shaft.

A creeping tingle scurried through the demon. It started in his gut and rampaged through his chest, arms, legs, and soon, his dick. He could feel it vibrating with anticipation, building steadily as Corey punched his nuts once more. Malacoda lurched forward, his mouth opened. He groaned as his ears finally bent backwards. The feeling spread to his throat. Dribbles of thick, orange ooze leaked from his member. He felt them run down his length as Corey hastily bobbed. The fox slurped the fluid with his tongue, but it evanesced in his maw before he could taste it. His cheeks burned, and his brows narrowed, but he continued to suck. Malacoda growled and leaned into Corey. The tremor pogoing through his body reached his palms, and then his ears. They danced, squirming above the demon's head while Corey dowsed his dick in fox spit. The warmth and texture eroded his thick russet skin, and he felt a zap shoot through him.

“Ah!" he growled. He grabbed Corey's head with one paw and pulled it upwards, the fox stared at him. Malacoda leaned down and licked the fox on his lip, then he smiled. Corey stared at him blankly until the demon released a ringing cackle. “Hold on there, kid. If you keep that up, I might actually crack. Hehe," he said, “For someone that's never sucked cock before, you're not all that bad."

Corey halfheartedly grinned. “Uh, thanks, sir," he wiped his maw across his forearm. Malacoda moved his paw from the fox's head to his shoulder and gently applied force.

“Bend over. We're kicking things up a notch," the fox complied.

As Corey leaned back, he turned over and exposed his britches to Malacoda. The demon eyed them; his claws trembled as he reached out. He grabbed onto Corey's waist. He felt the fox flinch, and Malacoda smirked. His paws glowed, and Corey felt heat overtake him from the waist down. He looked back and his pants and underwear had completely vanished. Around him lay scattered ashes. A cool breeze briefly whipped his bare ass until he felt Malacoda's huge paws grope his dainty cheeks. The wolf whirred.

“Mm, always did like a virgin ass. And you've got a nice one."

The crabeater's eyes widened, and he leaned down. He rested his weight on one arm and braced himself with the other. He turned his head to the side as his ears folded. “Thank you, sir. I-" he peeped, “I-I'm ready. Fuck me!"

Malacoda's guffaw flooded the room.

“Ha!" he began, “good one, kid. If I fucked you now, you'd probably bleed to death." He felt Corey shake in his paws, but quickly followed with, “Luckily for you, though, I have something for this…" the shaking stopped. He pinched Corey's ass. The fox squeaked. Malacoda smiled and massaged the pillowy lumps in his paws. “Just keep still. I'll have you prepped in no time."

The wolf released one of Corey's cheeks and cracked his knuckles. The pop bounced across the fox's ears. His upper row sunk into his lip as the wolf held out his paw and hummed beneath his breath. His fingers twitched, and a thick orange substance dripped from the tip of his claws. He groaned as it escaped him, and he held it over Corey's ass as the fluid complied into a large droplet. It fell from his claw and splashed the crabeater's ass. It momentarily burned, but then his skin tingled and he felt at ease. Corey moaned as Malacoda rubbed the spot, arching his back and rocking his hips in motion with the demon's paw. Malacoda smiled as he scrubbed the fox's back with his claws.

“Yeah, that's the stuff, eh? Works every time. You want more, kid?" Corey nodded. His eyes fought to keep open.

Malacoda hummed again and maneuvered his claw down the contours of Corey's ass. He squealed as the liquid burrowed into his skin. The momentary burn, followed by the pins-and-needles sensation it produced, stupefied the fox. His eyes fell, and his mouth followed. His arms soon felt floppy, and his crack slowly widened as his senses weakened. Malacoda saw the gate open, and he licked his lips. He trailed the fluid down Corey's crack, nudging the opening to his reaches as he arrived. Corey moaned. Control of his backdoor had been surrendered. He lay flopped on the floor, his cherry at the mercy of his guest.

Malacoda leaned down and slapped Corey's ass with his tongue. He started at the base of the fox's crack, then pulled upwards. He grazed every ridge and rose with the increasing volume of Corey's moan. The fox gasped. Malacoda could feel the muscles tenderizing under his skin, the work of his secret weapon. Corey's tailhole blazed with sputum, and Malacoda pressed the tip of his claw against the entrance. Corey recoiled. Malacoda reached up and placed a paw on the fox's shoulder. He locked the crabeater in place as more fluid seeped from his claw. Corey felt it tantalize him. It drizzled across the surface and stung him, as though he'd received an electric shock. He whimpered, and Malacoda scoffed.

The red wolf smeared the fluid into Corey's skin as his claw breached the fox's entrance. Corey tilted forward and wailed, stunned by the intrusion. He did not move far; Malacoda held him in place. “No you don't," he grumbled. “We're getting to the good part. Just breathe, kid, and don't move."

Corey nodded. His head pounded and his ears rang. The room faded around him and his legs melted. He collapsed; his flaccid cock squished against his stomach. Malacoda laughed. The demon pressed further. He dove his claw into Corey a full inch until the fox tottered. His head snapped back, and his tail stiffened. He screamed or groaned. “Yeah," said Malacoda, “that's it."

The demon stuffed his claw into Corey. His ass tingled like used trip wire. His back convulsed. It thrust upwards as Malacoda carved a path deeper into the fox. Corey grit his teeth. The demon's fingers were fat and firm. He felt like a keyhole. The ridges of the demon's fingers contorted the canal in which they rested. They pressed then stretched the skin as they sank deep. Corey teetered. His eyes refused to open, and he reached outwards in both directions to brace himself. He released his lip once he tasted blood. He tried to breathe, but instead produced a wheeze. Malacoda, oblivious, pressed harder and inserted the remainder of his digit into Corey. Once down to the knuckle, his finger danced. He twirled it around inside Corey and sullied the fox's ass. He glazed the orange fluids throughout the tunnel. The fox moaned. Malacoda pushed up, then to the sides, and finally downwards at an angle. For a moment, Corey felt pressure against the back of dick, just between his legs. The shock that followed immobilized him.

He screamed, and his ears suctioned to his head. He grit his teeth and ground them. His claws dug into the floor panels. The scratching sound paraded across Malacoda's ears. He sniggered at the fox. “You love that, don't you, kid? My fat fingers up your ass?" Corey moaned. “Yeah, I thought so. Now," he said and slipped his finger out. The tip of his claw grazed the sensitive skin lining Corey's wall. The fox whined softly as the demon's shiny claw emerged from his ass. Malacoda grasped his schlong. He massaged the shaft. He smiled. “Get ready. I don't hold back," the fox nodded. His eyes pinched. Malacoda felt the fox tighten in his paw. His ass clenched, but Malacoda smacked his cheek. The slap resonated. “None of that! Give in. Or do you want this to hurt?" The wolf felt Corey's cheek relax in his palm. He smirked. “Yeah, that's better," he pushed his head against Corey's hole. The fox winced. The demon leaned down, he straddled Corey's neck in one paw and clenched his ass with the other. Corey felt the heat from Malacoda's dick permeate his skin. He whimpered as the demon pulled his head up. His fiery breath swept across the fox's face.

“Are you ready?" Corey nodded.

Immediately, Corey felt a large blunt mass press against him. It punctured his ass, like a needle through fabric. It filled him quickly and left little time to react. His eyes shot open as his innards expanded. His ass warped around the demon's endowment. He never felt so full. The space filled instantly, and the sudden pain quickly subsided as the vibrations from the demon's cock rubbed the fluid into Corey. His ass went numb, and his mind shut down. His eyes rolled back as the joystick bounced around inside him. The heat overwhelmed him. It felt like embers burned from the base of his dick all the way to his tailhole, but he couldn't scream. He couldn't make any noise. Drool drizzled from his maw onto the floor as his wail steadily transitioned into a moan. His mouth hung open, and he pressed back against Malacoda as the demon pushed further.

The tight space cradled Malacoda's throbbing member. He growled as he pushed inside Corey; the space conform to his extension. He pushed hard and quickly and inserted himself into the fox down to his base. Courtesy of the orange fluid, he slid back out halfway, then shoved back in. Corey finally screamed. Malacoda felt the fox tremble in his paws. Malacoda groaned. His thighs tingled, and loins screeched for more. He complied. He moved his paws to Corey's hips and situated himself above the fox's gapped ass. He dangled over it and angled himself for downward thrusts. He didn't give Corey a warning. He rammed back in; more excitable noises elicited from the crabeater. Malacoda thrust deep and glided across the bulge along Corey's wall. The fox trembled from the acute pleasure.

The demon bred Corey. He pumped his lengthy member into the deep reaches of the virgin's ass. With each thrust, the walls around Malacoda's dick loosened. They slid across his dick and slapped loudly as he thrust in and out. The fluid popped as it leaked from the space between Malacoda and Corey. The demon growled and pushed downwards into Corey. The fox continued to grace the room with his lofty cries. Malacoda rampaged his way in, his head skimmed the inner walls of Corey's ass. He felt a barrier, and grinned. He shimmied his hips and wriggled himself around inside of Corey. The wolf wobbled and his dick flopped around inside the fox's posterior. Corey moaned. His spit flooded the floor. His ears drooped, and his fingers twitched as he feebly braced himself. Malacoda didn't let up. His cock shook. It rattled the tight muscle around it and pushed out more fluid. A bright puddle formed on the floor under Corey.

Malacoda pulled out, massaged his dick, and drizzled it in more orange fluid. It gushed from his claws as he rubbed it along his length. As he jostled himself, he tapped Corey on the ass. The fox weakly turned his head. Malacoda saw his ears quiver. He smiled. “Flip over, kid. I'm gonna fill you up."

Corey flopped on his side and rolled over. His flaccid dong hung pitifully across his stomach. Malacoda laughed. “Aw, fuck no," he snorted. “You wanna make me look bad? Here," and he held out his claw. The fluid trailed down his finger, collected on the tip and crashed onto Corey's dick. It buried into his skin. At first, it stung. He thought the blood drained from his member, but then it seared. His dick heated up faster than he had time to scream. Like a piece of welded iron, it burned between his legs. Corey couldn't lift his head. The tingling sensation the fluid produced paralyzed him, but he still felt the rapid growth stir between his legs. His dick expanded to twice the size and girth. It stood at attention while Malacoda chuckled triumphantly. He took the organ in one paw and scooted into Corey's groin. He aligned himself up with Corey's tailhole again and nudged it. This time, the demon didn't ask for permission.

Malacoda jammed inside. Corey's ass dilated as the demon's dick carved its way inside. The mixture of pain and paralysis overtook Corey, and he surrendered to the stream of cries that vacated his body. The sounds stimulated Malacoda. They encouraged him to push harder, deeper, and faster. He reared back, his dick emerged halfway out of the crabeater's ass, and then he thrust back inside. The fluid made his dick tingle. He felt pre dribble from his head. More heat. The droplets tunneled into the fox's skin. A sharp sting followed, and his engorged dick throbbed in Malacoda's paw. He squeezed it and pumped, espousing translucent pre from the fox. Corey bounced his hips. He matched the demon's rhythm as he jerked. His sharp claws tormented his cock. They slid precariously along the fox's bulging veins. His dick shuddered, and as Malacoda sunk to the base of his dick and throttled, a deep welling stirred inside Corey.

It crept up through his loins, into his ass, and into his balls. It swelled and encompassed his thighs. Corey's whined and wildly tapped Malacoda's paw to warn him. The demon sneered. He released the fox's cock, and before Corey could inquire the reason, large knuckles collided with his nuts. Corey howled as the pain splintered him. A tear scurried down his cheek. As he whimpered and recoiled from the pain monopolizing him, the wolf's laughter filled the room.

“As if, you little bitch! Not before me. But," he said and wedged his dick inside the fox. “If you wanna pop that badly, I can make that happen."

He placed his free paw on Corey's leg and pulled the fox in. His other paw twisted around the fox's hip. Corey now lay, knees over his head, completely exposed to the demon, his ass filled with pulsating wolf cock. His body had long since yielded, and with it his will to fight. His arms fell and his fur smeared into the puddle of drool he left on the floor. He jerked forwards and back as Malacoda fucked him. The wooden panels creaked beneath them.

Malacoda continued to pump Corey. His cock slid into the fox easier each time. This prompted the wolf to delve back in more forcefully, locking Corey's walls around his dick. Each time it gripped him, he shook, growled, and repeated. He built a rhythm, pulled out and burrowed back inside with the same power and force as an oil drill. This continuum endured until Malacoda, like Corey, felt a stirring in his loins. Unlike Corey however, as it built his growls grew louder. The wave seized his thighs, then his base, and it slithered through his cock up to the head.

Malacoda roared and ripped his cock out of Corey's ass just as torrent of syrupy golden fluid blasted from his head. It cover Corey's chest, stomach, groin, and face. The residue landed on the floor and wall. It covered the near vicinity. The fluid reflected the light from the candles and shone brightly through the window. Malacoda rubbed his shaft and aided the departure of more fluid. It leaked from him onto the plump dick of the fox. Corey didn't say a word. He lay there motionless as Malacoda blustered with laughter.

“Now," he sighed, “you." He took Corey in his paw, sliding his paw up the fox's length with the fox's upward thrusts. The stirring returned, and the fox cried out as his swollen balls puffed with the imminent surge. The wave crashed against his groin, collecting at the base of his dick and spouting. His own milky fluid pooled on his chest and mixed with Malacoda's. Together, the honey-looking substance plummeted from Corey's chest and onto the floor. Corey sighed, the deepest he'd ever done so. He lay still as Malacoda rose to his feet, still fiddling with his gradually receding erection. He released it, and it flopped against his thigh with a hard and wet smack. He snickered, then turned to Corey, “You know, kid, that wasn't-"

Corey still laid there. His chest rose and fell, but not even his ears flickered. “Kid?" Malacoda said. The demon stepped back and scanned that which he'd dominated, but before he could say another word, he heard the fox whisper under his breath as the arms of sleep enveloped him.

“Finally, I'm a man…"

Malacoda shook his head. He placed a palm over the right side of his face as he stepped over the outer line of the engraved circle. His mane trailed behind him and spread the fluid across the floor and into the cracks. It whipped around him as Malacoda took his place in the center and stared at Corey one last time. He watched the fox, legs spread, and arms tucked. A smile adorned his face. Malacoda scoffed. His mane swayed. “Sleep well, kiddo," and he held out his paws. His eyes glowed and the circle illuminated.

A pillar of fire rose from the lines and encircled Malacoda. They swirled around him and cackled as they danced. Malacoda pushed the flames aside and stepped outside their embrace and landed in a crag. The walls were lined with red brimstone, and a dried riverbed. A crack in the wall stood before him. The skies hung overhead with purple clouds and fizzling embers raining down. He sauntered inside; golden honey clung to his skin. He passed through one corridor and entered a large chamber with a single chair at the center. It appeared to be many hands, sparkling with the same treasure adorning Malacoda's skin. As he stepped towards it, he heard a slurp in the corner of the room. He turned and saw a bear with chocolatey fur sit back. Before him, a black rat on their knees bobbed their head. The bear grunted. Malacoda rolled his eyes.

“Enough of that, you two!" he hollered. “Are you so impatient you can't wait for summons?"

The rat stopped and looked around. The bear's eyes fixated on Malacoda while the rodent staggered to their feet. He wiped the blend of fluid from his lip.

“I should think you're one to talk, sire," the rat pointed to the droplets on Malacoda's groin and thighs. “Seems you've had some fun while you were gone."

“I had…something. It was a weird night." He turned to the bear, “Where are the others?"

The bear stood up, his erect schlong poking the rat in the leg as he crept behind him. “Out. Shall I call them back?"

“No. Let them finish. I just," he looked down. He smirked then turned his back on his subordinates and walked towards his throne. He plopped down and rested his head on his palm. The bear and rat followed him. They stared at him and hunched forward. Their eyes locked on him. Their pulses rose. “I just…I need to tell them what I found. That mortal," the bear and rat held their breath. “Somehow, the Liberium Infierna has been unsealed…" the demons gasped. “And I fear what that means for us…"

...to be continued?