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Nicholas struggled against the bindings that were holding him to the altar he was currently stuck to. Desperate cries fell on deaf nonexistent ears as he tried in vain to maybe loosen the shackles that his hands and feet were bound to or break the chains that were being used to hold those chains, but to no avail he was stuck as stuck could be.

“H-HELP! Someone!” He screamed out again and again until his breath was horse , hoping his kidnappers would maybe take some pity on him and release him, but it was no use, they were long gone. He remembered how he ended up in this predicament. He was approached by some woman for directions, then she had used some spell or potion or something to knock him out, and then he woke up with about a dozen other women surrounding him, all wearing robes and chanting in a language he didn’t understand while one of them tattooed a mark on his chest, belly, and hands, then they imbued them with some kind of magic and then disappeared leaving him to Isran knows what fate now.

He tried screaming again, and again his cries of desperation and fear fell upon deaf, nonexistent ears. Now his voice, horse and weak from screaming. Then he heard a noise, he couldn’t quite place what kind of noise it was, but it soon began to grow louder and louder, it was almost the sound of something opening, looking to his side, he could see a small whirlwind began to form near the stone wall to the back of the base of the altar, the whirlwind at first was barely visible, with him only know it was there by the displacement of the few pieces of debris that were swirling with the vortex, but soon it began to grow in size and change color, it soon turned a crimson red and a thing began to manifest inside of it. Nicholas’ heart soon dropped; he knew whatever it was that those witches had summoned were not going to treat him in any way kindly, he tried to scream again, but his voice was now too weak to carry any further than his lungs: a silent yell at his inevitable doom. The figure became more and more manifest until the figure became a physical being upon this world. Then finally the thing, whatever it was that those craven witches had summoned to no doubt kill and devour him, had fully manifested onto the mortal plane; with a guttural, almost animalistic roar, it took in the first breaths of air from the world, and Nicholas swallowed a lump that suddenly formed in his throat.

Nicholas managed to get a good look at whatever it was that the witches had summoned. It was something he’d never seen before. They had the head of a goat, which was something that Nicholas had never seen before, not a goat he’d seen a bunch of those both living and dead, no he’d never seen anything that wasn’t a goat with well the head of one from that head he could also see a pair of glowing crimson eyes, that head was attached to the body of a woman, and it was extremely clear it was a woman due to the fact that they had the largest breasts that Nicholas had ever seen on a woman in his life, fully bared to the world. Her belly was large, protruding rather prominently. Her thighs were as thick and large as her belly, along with wide hips, the kind that one would associate with giving birth to many, many children. These were finished off by her legs, which were just as goatlike as her face. She was as beautiful as she was haunting and scary to Nicholas. He tried calling out again, only to be stopped by his horse throat. Though the creature seemed to notice him, this sent Nicholas panicking again, as he tried again in vain to break free of the chains that had bound him to the altar, as it approached him. It was now staring down at Nicholas, who was now frozen in abject fear. He tried to speak, but nothing came from his throat. He then felt the creature place its finger upon his lips and it trailed its soft fur covered fingers down to his throat. He could feel his voice slowly return to him.

“P-please, d-don’t kill me.” Nicholas stammered out, his fear in overdrive, the creature cocked her head in wonder, it then touched its palm to his head, and he could feel something enter it, not being sure what that something was, all he knew is he felt like his mind was being… expanded or changed in a way he’d never thought of, whatever magics was being used on him it was alien and otherworldly compared to what he’d seen other sorcerers and the like use.

“Can you hear me?” He heard a voice say it was an otherworldly voice and ethereal voice from… her, the creature. It didn’t move its lips at all, but he could hear her ‘voice’ as clear as if it were speaking to him.

“Y-Yes?” Nicholas asked, not sure if what he was hearing was real, or just a fear induced figment of his imagination, “Why can I hear you?” Nicholas asked the creature. It looked at him with a sort of kindness in its eyes and gently swaddled his head in her arms.

“It would be rude otherwise.” The creature said, its voice still as ethereal as can be, still her ‘voice’ was soothing more so than he figured it would have ever been, especially considering what he was looking at, he was not sure what on Elhiem he was looking at, he’d never seen anything like her in his twenty-four years of life. He’d seen Cervine, but this thing was most certainly not one of the deer people of Britoria. She was too strange, too alien to be one of them, her body and face and everything really was just so otherworldly.

“Wh-What are you?” Nicholas asked, hoping he’d get an answer. The creature thought for a moment, not sure what to respond before it spoke.

“I am a demon.” The creature said, demons were strange creatures, with some not even thinking they existed, they come from a realm unlike the one that of Elhiem, and the Church of the Mark taught against dealing with them, they considered them a ‘corrupting force,’ but the creature before Nicholas didn’t seem corrupting its voice was too soothing, it’s body too soft and it’s features too kind. This thing looked more akin to a goddess to be worshiped and venerated than a demon to be smited and destroyed.

“Why are you here?” he asked. Maybe she would be able to tell him why those witches had bound him to this altar. The demon tilted her head for a moment.

“I’m not sure. One moment I was in the eternal plane, the next I’m brought here. I had at first assumed you had summoned me,” she stated. She then picked up one of the chains that had him bound to the slab of the altar. “But then I saw you were indisposed and figured you would not be the one who summoned me.” The demon said, then placed a single finger against one of the chains binding him and the chain broke. She did the same to the rest of them, freeing the rest of his limbs from the iron chains that had bound him to the altar. He took a moment to savor freedom for the first time in what must have been hours and then turned to the demon who was next to him, then his face flushed red when he remembered she was still naked, he turned his head away from her.

“Th-Thanks for freeing me.” Nicholas said as he sat up from the slab and propped his legs over the stone so he could leave the temple or grove or whatever it was he had been brought to for whatever this ritual he was being made privy to was for, he stopped when he felt the full weight of the demon’s breasts on his shoulder, his breath hitching as she wrapped her arms around him, and he swallowed involuntarily.

“Why leave now?” She whispered in the ethereal voice of hers, even though it wasn’t physical it felt like it, the hairs on the back of his head stood on end, and he could feel her against him, her body was soft against his bare back, she traced a finger down from his chest to his stomach, stopping at the symbol that was on his belly, it was a pentagram of sorts, with intricate circles dotting it, “I can tell you’re attracted to me.” She said to him as she nibbled his ear. Nicholas let out an involuntary moan as she did. He could feel himself getting hard just from this.

“S-Stop!” Nicholas yelled as he pulled away from the demon, who indeed stopped what she was doing. Nicholas could feel his heart beating rapidly. He tried to take deep breaths to calm himself, but it wasn’t working. His body felt like it was a raging inferno and

“I-I’m sorry.” The demon said. Nicholas took a moment to calm his nerves, as he motioned for the demon to come near him again. Her body, her fur, her everything was soft against him in a way he’d never felt before.

“I-it’s okay I’m… just I wasn’t prepared for your touch.” Nicholas said as he felt the demon move her fingers down his body again, his heart was beating hard and fast against his chest, so hard and fast that he thought it might burst out, he’d never been with a woman before let alone a demon of all things, this was a new experience to him.

“I’ll be gentle with you.” The demon said as she brought his lips into hers. Her lips were as soft as her body, the way they seemed to fit perfectly against his. Nicholas felt her hands slowly make their way from his chest to his crotch, her delicate and deft fingers playing with his balls in such a way to bring out his erection even more he moaned into their kiss as he bucked his hips against her gentle playfulness. The demon then moved from his lips and then to his neck, gently biting into his skin, drawing from him another moan as his body reacted in ways he didn’t expect. He gripped at her body, and she pushed him down on his back and began to play with his body more. She moved her lips down his body, sucking and kissing as she went further and further down. Her kisses sent shivers down his spine and lit a fire in him he didn’t know existed. She played with his body in ways that he didn’t know he would like, all the while drawing moans from his mouth. And while she was kissing him, she was stroking his cock gently.

“Fu-fuck!” Nicholas moaned out as the demon stroked his cock up and down, her rhythm was methodical and slow, wanting to get the most out of her lover, his hips bucked up and down with her rhythm, he’d never felt this type of sensation before, he’d never even played with himself, so this feeling of someone else making him feel such pleasure was so alien to him.

“Does it feel good?” The demon asked her soothing voice seeming to only enhance the experience, she then moved her massive mound toward Nichola’s face, he could see trickles of milk leaking from them, and he swallowed a lump that had seemingly formed in his throat, he took her tits into his mouth, sucking and playing with her massive tits with his mouth and tongue. From her nipples came a stream of milk into his mouth. It was odd at first, but he didn’t dislike it. He could hear the demon moan with each tug of her massive breasts, using his free hand Nicholas began to play and tug at her other breast that wasn’t in his mouth, and each time he would tweak her nipple a stream of milk would come from that one, and all while this was happening the demon was still stroking him, and he was close to release when she suddenly stopped. His breathing hitched a bit at the sensation, and he saw the lust build in her eyes even higher than before.

“Y-YES! MORE!” The demon moaned in his mind, she was wet and wanted desperately for him to fuck her, moving so she was now straddling his lap she positioned her snatch above his cock, her pussy was a sight to behold, dripping wet and waiting to be used by him. She then impaled herself on his cock and the two let out moans in unison. Her snatch felt like absolute heaven. If this was what it was like to have sex, Nicholas was disappointed he’d not done it sooner. Gripping the demon’s hips, the two moved in unison as her hips moved up as he moved his hands. She then slammed down upon his pelvis, and the two moaned again. Bouncing up and down on his cock, the demon was moaning like he’d never heard, her melodic voice going several octaves higher than he expected, this compounded with the image of her enormous tits bouncing along with her, it was a hypnotic image to behold. Nicholas was feeling like he was about to reach his edge again, he gripped her hips and let out a grunt when he felt his cock twitch and throb, flooding the demon’s womb with his seed, the demon let out a moan of ecstasy as she ground her hips against his as she felt him fill her to the brim with his thick ropes, she collapsed atop of him as the last spurt of his seed entered her. She kissed him deeply as she spoke to him again.

“I want to be bound to you.” The demon said. Nicholas had heard of that before. If a person knows a demon’s true name, they become bound to a person for the remainder of that person’s life.

“A-are you sure?” Nicholas asked, wondering how things escalated this far, but he wanted to do it. He wanted her near him forever. Something about this demon said he needed to be near her.

“Yes.” The demon said, “Just say my name, Sazakol, and I’ll be bound to you for the rest of your life.” Sazakol said, speaking that he would have her for as long as he lived.

“Sazakol.” He spoke aloud, and he could feel it. His soul became permanently linked to this demon. Sitting up he was brought into a giant bear hug by the demon who kissed him again. It was going to be an interesting life with Sazakol.

A Few Weeks later…

Sazakol was an interesting woman to live with, Nicholas had returned to his home with her (she had used her magic to turn herself into something that wouldn’t draw the attention of any would-be demon hunters,) and that was that of a cervine woman. She had taken up living with him and while his family was surprised to see he’d brought her to them as his future wife (he’d informed them it was because she’d gotten pregnant.) They, while surprised, didn't seem to mind all too much. Introducing herself as Sarah to his mother and father, she talked about how kind he was, which was embarrassing. Still, he was happy that his parents liked her. If what he said was true, they’d have a child soon, and that thought made Nicholas happy. He’d never thought that being captured by witches would lead to something so life changing, and yet if given the chance, he’d do it all over again to meet Sazakol.