My foxy spirit partner

They say one shouldn’t be alone in a forest, even more so when the forest is one of the Old Ones, the kind that has trees older than some kingdoms that scrape the clouds and can be seen from miles away. Those kinds of forests are dangerous, for, well, fairly obvious reasons: it’s dangerous, there’s things that man has forgotten stashed deep inside them, in the tree branches and under the rocks and roots, the air is stale and there is little light. Normally no one wouldn’t go there, it’s dumb, risky and grandmas often terrorize children with the horrors someone saw long ago, but sometimes the rewards one can reap are as high as the risks: rare herbs no longer seen, treasures from desperate thieves that hid them in tree trunks, the occasional bones of an ancient beast… Makkio, or Mak for his friends, the few he had, was not searching for any of that, those were all things that he could find no use for: his family was rich, he had money and wealth and a host of other things that those generally found deep in forest wanted, yet there he was, two days deep into an Old Forest with little food to go, his sword cracked after the last fight with an elk that was three times the size of a normal one. His clothes were a little tattered and smelled of sweat, blood and dirt, more of the first one than anything else considering how far he had walked and the few breaks he had taken. He was so tired he failed to see the small creek he was about to cross: he fell down, splashed and the next moment he was gasping for breath, coughing, wheezing and cursing at himself.

“Fuck it… I’m taking a break.” Makkio got out of the creek, sighed and rolled over, facing the tree canopy above: the usual sight of branches, leaves and the tiniest hole that let through just enough light to see the path ahead, or lack thereof. “Yes, a break.” Wet from head to toe, shoes squeaking as his feet sloshed in their personal puddles of water, the young man began to undress and preparing a fireplace to warm himself with.

Though tired, hungry and fairly annoyed, Makkio did not move about carelessly again, making sure that his clothes would not be stolen by an animal and placed them on a long branch under which he was preparing the fire, setting stones in a circle and using his cracked sword to cut dry branches into manageable sizes to burn. He wasn’t sure of the time, he hadn’t been in days, but he guessed it was close to evening, judging by the orange tint of the sunlight, the little that bled through the branches of the old trees around him. He was fairly inexperienced with the life of a man of the outdoors, so it took him what felt like a day but was closer to an hour just to make himself a decent fireplace and manage not to let the fire die within ten minutes, relying on the knowledge his grandfather had given him years before when the old fart had taken him camping. Makkio sighed again: he should’ve listened that time, but he was rich and young, so he thought everything could be solved with money and help from others. Now that he was stuck alone in a forest, money felt oddly irrelevant when faced against cold, hunger and sore feet.

With great luck, he managed to get a fish by stabbing it with his sword, or rather, he threw it hard enough to stun the fish and then stab it deeper as it crashed into a rock in the small stream. If his father knew of the fate that the sword he had been assigned, he’d be so, so mad, but his father wasn’t there and he’d not come to know he had used the blade to remove fish scales and guts. It was his little secret, just like the trip in the forest, hopefully not a secret that would take him to the grave rather than the other way around. As the fish cooked, spreading the not too enticing smell of burning meat, Makkio set the clothes where the wind would not blow smoke against them and then returned to the stream to take a bath.

At twenty five years old, he was fairly athletic, a nice, well-built young man with the body of a soldier, as per the family training regime. In a year he’d have to complete the final step and find himself some monsters to kill and claim his spot in the kill ranking, try to get to the top of the ladder and finally do something decent with the power his family had, rather than wallow in the shadow of those who had cheated or lucked their way into a higher position than him. Thoughts of what his cousin would do in charge of the next generation if he lost made him both worried and mad, plunging his mind in a spiral and making him oblivious to his surroundings. Too busy imagining the smug grin of that woman, Makkio dunked his head into the water, not realizing that the fish he had been cooking was gone and that he was being watched. A pair of bright emerald eyes stared at him from the shadows as they grew deeper and darker with the evening. Silent steps grew closer to him, a silver muzzle covered in silver fur crowning those emerald eyes, slowly revealing their owner to be a fox of rather unconventional size, its head wider than Makkio’s torso with ease, the rest of the body just as big. The fox kept on staring at the human, curious about the intruder, though it was clearly interested in him.

It quietly moved around the fireplace, completely silent despite its massive size, sniffing the area with little regard for the intruder himself. As its nose found his clothes, the giant emerald eyes widened, its nose flaring with interest at the odd scent of man. The fox sniffed harder and slowly forgot about hiding, turning its head around to check if the human was still bathing just as Makkio turned around as well. Their gazes met: the human, naked, wet, half submerged in a small creek, the fox caught with its nose in his drying pants, the fish gone. Makkio braced for an attack, but nothing happened besides the huge, seven foot tall fox sniffing his pants one more time. The man was defenceless and very, very vulnerable, but something told him that this creature was not hostile, not at the moment.

Slowly, carefully, more worried about not stepping on sharp rocks and cutting his feet, Makkio got out of the creek and stood before the fox, unsure of what to do. It was just there, staring at him with a curious gaze, licking its lips. When it moved, he tried to move closer to his chipped, broken sword, but something kept him still: it wasn’t as if he couldn’t actually move, but rather he wasn’t allowed to, something clung to him like formless, invisible hands and forced him to stay locked in place. It took him all of two seconds to realize the fox was responsible for it, which was both good and bad: on one hand, this was a perfect candidate for his goal, on the other, well, he was at the mercy of a very powerful being with arcane magic at its disposal. But the fox did not seem to be interested in harming him, not for the time being, rather it resumed sniffing, inching closer to him as it moved with nary a broken branch, quieter than a shadow. Closer, closer, closer till its snout was barely three inches away from him. Every instinct trained into his mind told him to fight, run, do something, but the sense of hopelessness was starting to become maddening for him, utterly unable to do anything but stand and watch and hope.

The fox glanced at him for a couple seconds and then huffed, its nose flaring as it moved from his chest to his belly to his junk. Makkio took a deep breath and hoped for the best. The fox glanced at him one more time and then pressed its snout against his junk, between the root of his cock and his sack, huffing softly with deeper and deeper breaths. As much as the young man wanted to be scared or fight, being so utterly hopeless left him with no options, though he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the warm breaths on his cold skin and the light tickle of fur. Another glance as the fox looked up, he blushed and tried to look away in shame when he felt a tongue lap at his sack. Makkio hissed and reined in other instincts that were bubbling in the back of his brain, instincts of a far less suitable nature. The fox kept on huffing and slathering his nuts in warm saliva, the broad, broad tongue completely encompassing his sack as his cock started to stiffen. Whatever spell kept his arms and legs and head from moving apparently did not prevent his third leg from moving. He blushed oh so hard as the six inch soft shaft slowly stiffened over the bridge of the fox’s snout, moving towards seven, eight and ten inches, fairly thick and hefty.

He blushed harder and harder as his cock grew harder and harder, beads of precum bubbling from the tip and soaking into the pristine silver fur of the demon before him while it kept licking his sack. Makkio suddenly felt the hold on his body lessen, but unsure of where to dash and far too aroused and close to the demon, he forgot every bit of training and fell on his ass, a patch of moss cushioning his fall to some degree. As he got up, the fox was once again on top of him, paws keeping his legs to the ground by force this time as its snout opened, saliva drooling down on his junk. He gulped, braced and then moaned, his cock suddenly engulfed by a warm maw and teased by a broad, messy tongue. The fox moaned as well, savouring the taste of his flesh as its eyes glimmered with interest and lust for the man and the cock it was attached to. Makkio reached for the fox’s snout and caressed it, trying to appease the beast and avoid angering it as its teeth were oh so close to his junk. The demon simply purred and kept on sucking him off, paws kneading at his legs and thighs as it bobbed its head back and forth, tongue completely engulfing his eleven inch shaft, swallowing every bit of pre he was spilling into its maw. Seconds turned into a minute and the minute turned into several as the sloppy sounds of a most unconventional blowjob echoed in the forest, a man grunting as he tried to last a few seconds longer, a fox demon trying to milk the man as its tongue slathered his nuts and lapped at his cock over and over again.

Tired, hungry, pent up for over two weeks, Makkio couldn’t last too long and came, grabbing hold of the fox’s snout and hammering his cock back and forth for a handful of seconds, mashing his crotch into that wet nose, his trimmed pubes forcing his scent into the demon’s lungs as his balls tapped its chin. He came oh so hard, shot after shot after shot till he was dry, cum sloshing in the fox’s mouth, nearly a quart of spunk as his sizeable sack twitched and heaved fat wads. The fox pulled back after he was done, opened its mouth and let the man see the pillars of spunk, the sloshing liquid making him fire one more shot right in that lewd pool before the demon swallowed it and smirked. The forest returned to be quiet once the soft bobbing and Makkio’s panting halted, the two staring at each other.

“Cat got your tongue?” The fox kept smirking as it licked its chops.

“You… can talk.”

“Well duh.” It rolled its eyes. “You don’t get this big if you’re not smart enough to pick up a couple languages and learn a few tricks.” The fox inched closer yet again, tongue darting out to lap at his still hard cock. “Up for another round, hot stuff?”

“Uhm… I mean… I don’t even know your name…” He blushed as the demon gently kneaded his sack, its soft pads caressing his flesh oh so lovingly. “I’m Makkio, human of the house Kartein.”

“Serith, fox demon of course.” He smiled. “You’re odd.”

“Odd?” Makkio blushed some more. “How so?”

“Mmmh where to begin…” The fox giggled as he milked a drop of pre from Makkio’s cock with his paws, licking it off his pads while keeping eye contact. “You’re a lone human in an Old Forest, with a broken sword, taking a bath in a creek naked…” Serith huffed, rubbing the man’s cock over his snout. “You’ve got a decent cock…” Makkio blushed, hard. “A cock that smells heavenly, if I have to be honest, and you’re still hard despite me having taken quite a lot of your energy.”

“You were draining me? I didn’t even notice.” Makkio went on the defensive, though it was just a farce to settle his nerves and embarrassment: so close to his junk, the fox could rip him in two. He had heard of demons and spirits that feasted on the energies of man, but he hadn’t felt anything but pleasure as he got sucked off.

“That’s even more interesting…” Serith whistled and kissed his crown, inching lower till he was slobbering over his sack. “Normally you’d be dead, but you’re odd as I said.” The fox giggled. “So, Makkio, up for round two? If you last five rounds you might convince me to become your familiar.” His frown made the demon grin. “I know what a man comes here for, I’m not dumb and I’ve, well, taken advantage of a few men in my lifetime.”

“Ten loads and you serve my family till our bloodline ends.” Makkio grinned as arousal mixed dangerously with newfound confidence and the same bold, rash and wild spirit that had brought him where he was at the moment. Serith’s eyes widened in shock first, then he smiled, baring his teeth at him as he turned around, lifted his tail and presented a massive, swaying, slightly sweaty pair of nuts, each as big as the human’s head.

“Ten loads, I cum at least twice and if you fail I get to ride you till you’re dry. Or you ride me… whichever your body can handle” Without anything else to be said, the fox demon spread his legs and sat on his face, smothering him in a few hundred pounds of soft fox ass and placing his musky pair of fox nuts right on his mouth. The demon’s sheath swelled and fattened as a cock as thick as the man’s arm began to slide out, inches turning into a foot and then more, growing ever closer to an inhuman, absurd three foot long cock that would put a horse’s to shame, his knot still hidden deep in the fuzzy cock holster. “I hope you can last long enough.”

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“House Kartein turned into a proper power from that year on, thanks to the efforts of the fifth head of the family after his encounter, battle and subsequent contract with the demon fox.” An old, somewhat burly-looking man paced back and forth from one end of the small room that had been long ago turned into a classroom, his feet kicking up some dust that hadn’t been cleaned yet, a tome resting on the podium where he occasionally gave glances to refresh his memory. “Once the fox was bound to us, it helped us maintain our power as the struggle for the seat of leader caused no little problems for a good few years.” The man sighed and turned around to the small class of students, all of them part of the Kartein Household, some blood related to the original core, some were servants’ children, and a couple of direct descendants of the fifth head himself.

“I always wondered how Makkio managed to defeat the fox…” One of the girls in class voiced her concerns to the teacher after raising her hand. “In one legend he’s weak and not powerful enough to be the head of the family, in the next he’s strong enough to defeat a fox demon alone with not even a sword and without backup.” She frowned as her teacher smiled wryly. “It just doesn’t make sense.”

“Young Dhalia, legends are always like that: sometimes unreliable because time passed, sometimes because they are intentionally manipulated to fit someone’s agenda years after the fact, sometimes the man in the legend is just too big for people not to exaggerate his achievements.” He chuckled. “Regardless of the finer details, that’s how the events we are sure of went down.” The teacher paused for a few seconds. “Of course maybe the descendant of the fifth head could very easily ask the fox spirit and tell us.” The entire class turned around to the man in the corner of the room, one wearing a richly decorated shirt with the family’s crest embroidered right on the heart, a position reserved only for the descendants of the oldest lineage. “He agreed to come here today for your last day of lessons before the summer so you can ask questions and see where you want your first job in the family be.”

In the corner, the man looked up, revealing a relatively young face, a short stubble added a few years to his age and made him look older, although he was at most twenty five. At his side was a sword just as richly decorated, his pants stained with dirt in sharp contrast with his otherwise pristine look and noble air. He sighed and looked to the side with a bit of an annoyed look: floating in the air was a big silver fox, smirking at him.

“Sir Maverick, the floor is yours, if you please.” The teacher stepped back and allowed the young man to take the podium. None of the kids or the other adult seemed to be able to see the massive fox in the room, nor did the fox seem to be able to interact with the objects in any way, simply phasing through the wooden desks, the kids and the floors with ease, which bothered the man a lot. Standing at a tall four feet in height, Serith was far smaller than when he met Makkio in the forest, though he hadn’t shrank because of a lack of power as much as for an overabundance of restraints piled up during generations of servitude by ever weaker masters. He coughed a couple times. “Thank you for coming.”

“What was the question again? Sorry, but I’m quite tired after spending the night hunting.” Maverick scratched his head and yawned after putting his hand in front of his mouth. The fox giggled.

“Hunting, yeah, sure thing.” Serith grinned. “You’ve spent five hours tracking down a band of ogres and just barely managed to hold out till then sun turned them to stone for you.”

“Oh, I was asking how did the fifth house leader manage to get the fox under his control?” The young girl asked again, her eyes shining. The next leader of the house was barely ten feet away and she was eager to find out what the legends and books couldn’t tell her. Every leader in the family was chosen by the fox itself and was bound to be the one bringing the entire family into the next era, so they could find out and ask things that history had forgotten with ease.

“Let’s see.” Maverick groaned under his breath and looked to the side. Serith was grinning even more. The damned fox pretended to be deep in thought and then chuckled, floating around till its huge ass was right in front of the man, his furry sack rolling over the podium. Maverick winced in spiritual pain as the fox’s musk hit him hard, that mix of cum, sweat, slick fur and cock that he had grown oh so familiar over the years as the fox decided he was no longer a kid and ready to be teased and annoyed. The kids couldn’t smell it or see the fox as his cock grew hard, stretching the fat cock holster as precum dripped down on the wooden floor, but he could, and he could also smell it. He sighed under his breath. “Serith says he was bested in combat and wit.”

“Hey! No lies!” Serith turned around, slapping Maverick with his tail as the demon’s cock was now aimed at him directly, fat loads of pre gushing on his shirt and pants, staining them for him and hime alone. “Your honoured master and I fucked hard for hours and hours, we spent an entire night making out as he stuffed his big cock up my ass and dumped literal gallons of cum inside it.”

“It was a long, hard battle. Serith had the upper hand in terms of strength but our ancestor was much more clever and used his strengths to prevail with ease.” Maverick closed his eyes just as the fox aimed his cock over his face, painting the man’s face in rope after rope of ghostly precum, turning his hair in a sticky mess as dollops dripped down his face. He couldn’t wipe it off or people would notice that something was off so the young man was forced to bear the assault of the demon’s precum on his face and clothes, the taste and smell making him light-headed.

“Oh yes, it was very, very hard…” Serith chuckled, curling over himself, nuzzling his own cock as his owner and master tried to act composed. “He made use of all of his talents: he licked my cock, he kissed by big sweaty furry balls, he made out with me after I sucked him off…” The fox murred, opening his mouth and sliding a couple feet of throbbing foxcock inside, suckling on it as loudly as possible, dollops of pre spilling from the demon’s lips over the floor.

“Makkio laid ambushes, kept the beast on its toes for days and eventually managed to fight it barehanded into a standstill, too tired to go on himself and then struck a deal.”

“Hehe, we were very tired indeed yes… he fucked me so hard I could hardly stand on my toes afterwards…” The fox murred, groping his own nuts as he lapped at the still hardening flesh of his cock. “Lots of barehanded fighting, yes… he was very good at handjobs…”

“I’d ask more but Serith is still ashamed he lost to a human.” He smirked, the fox blew him a raspberry.

“Oh shut up.”

“Anything else?” Maverick coughed as Serith grinned lewdly and floated behind him, hugging the man and shoving his massive, three foot long foxcock between his master’s pants, using his thighs to masturbate while Maverick waited for another question. The heavy panting of the fox bothered him to no end, a high pitched whining and moaning as his legs were turned into a messy, gooey state, the demon’s sheath slime and his precum mixed to form lewd bridged and no little amount of mind-numbing musk. Even after years of this, even with his distaste for the fox’s stench of cum and sex and sweat, he was a man, mortal and weak to influences. “I am sorry but I can afford only a few more minutes and then I’ll have to leave, family duties and all.” Maverick smiled wryly as Serith licked his neck and began cumming all over the place, fat ropes of white spunk shooting from the beast’s cock onto the podium and the tome with the family’s history. The man huffed, appearing tired and flushed after a night of work and hunting, his arousal caused by the friction of Serith’s mammoth cock, the reek of sex and the lewd, submissive panting around his ears hidden to all but himself and the damned fox.

The kids made a few questions after that, each trying to get one in before Maverick had to leave, bombarding him with all sorts of odd inquiries about his private life and the relationship with the family’s spirit. Of course Maverick had to lie extensively, something he had grown to be extremely good at, seeing that he had to constantly pretend the fox wasn’t bothering him 24/7 or trying to annoy him in ever lewder and more perverted ways. The demon, as he had come to learn in his late teens, was not a warrior spirit or anything of the sort one could make best use in battle, no: Serith was a sex demon. On one hand it was extremely good at teaching how to manipulate energies and employ mental warfare, on the other every technique the fox had was sexual in nature. The more powerful the technique, the lewder it was. Over the years the family heads managed to… work around the most perverted ideas and fix them to some degree, using their principles rather than their contents to make safer spells. Serith of course was against the ‘perversion’ of his techniques, which was ironic to say the least.

After another ten minutes, Maverick was out of the classroom, dripping ghostly cum from every part of his body, his clothes utterly soaked in fox spunk as the demon kept on using his entire being as a cum rag, wiping his big nasty cock on the man’s face. The reek of cum was so strong even those who couldn’t see Serith could feel that their master was… oddly attractive, more so than normal. Every head of the family was very handsome, but generations of men trained in the ways of a sex demon had turned each of the leaders into sex fiends and studs of the highest calibre. Maverick’s cock throbbed in his pants, a solid fifteen inches of thick manflesh, another gift that the demon had given the family, though it was not one that came handy often. He was very uncomfortable as that thick piece of meat rubbed in his pants, oozing its own sizeable load of precum, his nuts groaning, so full that they hurt. It always ended up like this after a hunt: the more he used the fox’s power, the hornier he got. Serith enjoyed it a lot, him not so much.

Maverick’s private bedroom was one shared between family heads during each generation, the styles of decorations telling a rich tapestry of histories and different times all melding together in one big messy scene. The moment he closed the door, the young man groaned and sighed. Serith stopped being invisible right then, touching the ground at last and immediately huffing as he fired a few wads of precum on the ground, the shots splattering all over the place, adding to the many, many, many other stains that had been accumulated over the time. The entire room reeked of cum to high heaven, a place that was a perfect place for the demon and a hell for any man that wasn’t a total sex fiend and of the same inclinations of the fox. He sighed as the damned spirit started to hump his pillow and murring, the massive foxcock peeking from the other side of the soft sandwich, its red flesh glossy and slick with the spent loads of the day.

“I really hate you.” Maverick began to undress, tossing his cum-soaked clothes on the floor, they were ruined anyway and they’d hardly be used for a hunt any time soon, the reek of spunk and sweat and sex would attract beasts from miles away with ease. “Did you really have to do that?”

“Well, you know what happens after a hunt and you still ignored me. I get real horny after we go out in the field, you know? I gotta unload and if you don’t do immediately then what am I supposed to do?” Serith giggled, stopping his breeding of his master’s pillows to stare and ogle at the man and his increasingly more naked body. “How about you give me a show, Mave?” The fox licked his chops and smiled.

“No.” Maverick rolled his eyes, but he could feel the glare of the demon on his back still, those piercing emerald eyes glued to his body. He was chiselled all the way down, the physique of an athlete drawn to its outmost limits and perfected with unnatural energies to draw out even more power from his relatively compact physique. “I already have reservations about your… methods.” The man eyed the meaty foxcock in the corner of his eyes and groaned inside when he once again felt an interest in that massive, oversized slab of flesh. All the powers he had been granted with training made him lustful more than any man his age or younger, eternally stuck in a rut he barely held off with great effort, a battle he often had to lose on purpose to recharge his powers and coax the fox into staying subservient.

“Awww, buzzkill.” Serith rolled his eyes as well. “All of you are the same: prudes, annoying, stuck up… I do all this work to make you strong, handsome and hung like horses and you still refuse to show appreciation to me.” The demon faked a defeated, frustrated expression. “Ahhh, how weak I have gotten over the years…” He fell on the bed and shuffled till he was on his back, drooling three feet of cock jutting from his sheath and spilling their load all over his belly and the bed. Maverick couldn’t help but lick his lips at the sight, part of him hating that he was at least partially attracted to the demon and part of him genuinely impressed by the fox’s equipment. His own cock throbbed and slapped on his belly the moment he pulled his pants down. “MMMh come here boy, lemme have a taste.” Serith murred hard as he stared at the man’s cock, all of its fifteen inches of very inhuman flesh oozing sweat, cum and pre from tip to base, his nuts as big as apples dangling heavily beneath it, just as messy as the shaft above. “Oh yeah…”

“I really hate you.” Maverick huffed as he grabbed his cock and stroked it, slowly getting into the mood as well despite his reservations against the process. It was hard to resist the temptation after all, and he was so very pent up to boot. “Why can’t you stay silent more often?”

“I know of a method to fill my mouth…” Serith chuckled and opened his maw, strands of saliva connecting his lips as he was still on his back, idly pawing at his cock.

“Oh fuck you.” The man held his cock in his hand, requiring both to keep the massive spire still as he unceremoniously dropped his sack on the demon’s snout and let the fox sniff it freely. Maverick felt hot breaths over his flesh, the cold, wet nose rubbing all over the engorged flesh of his sack, the tongue lapping at the front of his nuts and collecting wads of precum and sweat. Serith’s cock throbbed lewdly as its owner snorted and moaned, drinking in every bit of musk the man had with unrestrained, unashamed, unabashed passion, true to its desires and inclinations. “Fuck…” Maverick groaned with mounting pleasure, biting his lips to keep his emotions and lust in check. He truly hated that he had to do this just to keep his family safe, that he had to strip naked and release all the energy without fail with this perverted demon as his one and only partner, yet he couldn’t help but also love the feeling.

And how could he not love it? Serith was already almost a century old when Makkio met him, and after three more the damn beast had grown into a machine made to make men cum and groan in pleasure. Maverick bit his lip as he pulled back amidst Serith’s complaints and moans. Thankfully he was able to shut him up immediately: the man grabbed the demon’s maw and shoved his cock in, the hot, slick mouth welcoming his shaft like any other day as he hilted himself in one single thrust. The tip of his cock bulged Serith’s throat lewdly and immediately the demon began to suck him, the nearly divine tongue that had lapped the sweat off his balls now polishing his shaft to perfection as he slowly thrust in and out. With Serith laying on his back, the beast’s own spire was gushing on his owner’s chest, painting him in gooey streaks of clear lewdness, one after the other, each dripping down and eventually finding themselves lapped up by the same beast as his tongue slathered Maverick’s crotch in saliva.

“I hate that I have to do this…” He huffed and grunted, his thrusts growing deeper and stronger, his balls slapping against Serith’s nose over and over, his cock bloating the demon’s throat oh so lewdly, the shape of his shaft visible as it was massaged and milked. “But fuck… you’re so good…” He hated it, truly, why couldn’t his ancestor have brought back a decent demon spirit? Why was their family stuck with a perverted sex demon, not even a woman at that. “Slutty… male… fox demon…” He panted, his thrust heavy as sword swings, his ass clenching as he put every muscle in his body to the test and piledrived the fox into the bed. Serith yipped in surprise at the sudden shift in speed and strength, his throat stuffed to the brim with sweaty cockflesh, his body pushed into the softness of the bed as his front was pinned by the man’s steel-hard muscles. “But why is it so good…” He whispered to himself as he howled and grit his teeth, speeding up yet again and then hilted himself, mashing his crotch against Serith’s nose and then came, hard.

The fox whined in pleasure as he drank the man’s seed, no, as it was injected straight into his stomach, the fifteen inch beastly shaft gushing, fat rope after fat rope, beyond what any mortal man should have been able to produce in months, let alone in a single day. Serith whined and took it all, his nose buried under Maverick’s twitching sack until he pulled back and began making his fur even whiter than it was already. And still the demon took it all with pleasure, his own shaft gushing, adding to the mess as pints of cum were spilled without anything more than the stench of balls and a good filling. The tiredness of their powers being drained was slowly vanishing as sexual energies flowed between their bodies, Serith feeling his powers bubble and swell more than usual. Both males grunted and huffed as they each unloaded hefty shots of spunk, the room starting to fog up as both got sweaty and musky, neither having had the chance to shower beforehand. Maverick wiped his cockhead on Serith’s muzzle, wincing for a moment as his sensitive flesh fired one last shot of cum onto the demon’s fur. He was not softening at all however, still as hard and needy as before, maybe even more needy as the nature of his demon’s power made him stay as hard as he could be while providing some more energy. With a smirk the fox decided it was time: he had waited enough and Maverick’s self-control was slipping faster than expected. A pleasant and welcome boon.

“Mmmh look who’s needy today…” Serith chuckled and licked his lips, letting out a small burp that tasted and smelled like human spunk, wagging and shaking the still gushing feral cock, its near endless spurts ending up all over the place. Maverick grit his teeth and grabbed the demon, turning him around, lifted his ass up and then pushed his muzzle onto the cum-soaked bedsheets. “Huff… what’s…” The fox grunted while his master pinned him to the bed, tail lifted up by force, his puffy, utterly slutty-looking donut glistening with sweat bared to the human behind him. “What’s gotten into you today?” Serith was rather shocked that his master had changed attitude so quickly but pleasantly so: he got filled and fucked in the muzzle hard, his fur was caked in cum and now he was being handled rather roughly, a very nice change of pace. “I like it…” Just some more nudging and the man would fall… Serith licked his lips and fed the man a little bit more of his power: Maverick groaned, his cock jumping and gushing fat ropes of pre.

“Shut up…” Maverick slapped the fox’s ass, earning himself a sultry, aroused moan from the demon, a moan that got even sultrier as he pressed his still hard cock to the fat, puffy donut under the tail he was pulling upwards. “I don’t want to do this… I never wanted to do this…” Maverick pulled the tail tighter, making Serith yelp in pleasure, his cockhead pressed tightly against that donut. He huffed as he felt the softness of the fox’s flesh, the donut already trying to suckle his shaft, the heat coming from it and the frankly intoxicating reek of sex and rut. He bit his lips again then pushed, his cock sinking inside that wonderfully slutty rump with the ease of a hot knife through butter, sliding inch after inch till his crotch was mashed against it, the donut kissing the root of his shaft with a need only a sex demon could have. “But…” He pulled back, his flesh coming out covered in that wonderful natural lube the demon oozed whenever he was aroused, the sight and feel of which made the man’s heart race and pump harder, flooding his turgid shaft with even more hot blood. “You…” He shoved it back in, his sack colliding with Serith’s, the lewd plap of their hips meeting echoing around them for a couple seconds before he retreated once more. “Feel…” Out, then back in again. “So…” Thrust forward, pause, a slap on Serith’s ass, push forward once again. “Good!” Maverick grunted and picked up a decent pace, his hips blurring as he put to use every ounce of energy he had, feeding on his own arousal and lust for the fox’s talents to suppress for a short while the conflicts within his mind.

It was an amazing feeling… to give in to the pleasure for once… to be able to pin the cocky fox to the bed, make him feel the full brunt of the arousal his powers caused, to make him take every inch of cock his master had and then feel his cum bubble within his guts. Why was he suddenly so into this? He had never been and yet he was now relishing every single thrust, every plap and every grunt escaping from his mouth. Maverick huffed and panted, climbing on the bed, humping and thrusting in a near-animalistic fashion, grabbing the fox by the scruff of his neck, making him whine and plead for more cock. The man grinned as he finally felt on top of their relationship, putting the damn demon in his place, mouth shut, ass filled and moaning like a slut. Their balls collided over and over again, sweat mixing on the fox’s fur then dripping down to mix with the puddle of cum sloshing on the bed, the soaked mattress accepting not a single ounce more as Serith’s never-ending orgasm was true to its name and just kept going, pints turning into gallons and gallons into tens and dozens, the furry sack continuously pumping fat ropes one after the other. Serith was loving it as well, his body used as he wished, his ass filled as it was made to, his body fed energy in the form of his master’s somewhat conflicted passion, seed and lust. It had been many, many decades since anyone had fucked him with such roughness and roughness, every other master since Makkio just used him to keep up the pact made and get the bare minimum of power back from him to keep the family and its status where it was. But Maverick, oh the little guy had always been a little pervert down to the core, he just didn’t know it… And the fact that he had given in to his subtle influence so quickly was also a big step forward in his plan.

Maverick turned the fox around, holding him by the legs as he now stared down at the demon, still thrusting fast and hard, going even faster now, grinding his crotch on that flushed donut. Serith licked his lips and opened his mouth, shoving his cock inside, sucking himself off right under his master’s watchful eye, something he knew the man hated. But rather than yelling at him, Maverick fucked him even harder, lust bubbling in greater and greater amount as the man gave in to his powers for real. For a moment, Serith recognised Makkio in the young man’s visage: both had the same drive to save their family, both were perverts, both had nice, fat cocks to suck on, both fucked like beasts when prodded and pushed in the right direction. Makkio was just more open about it than most.

Curled over himself, Serith’s throat was plugged by his very own flesh, gulping loads of cum by the pint as his master weight pinned him to the cummy mattress with inhuman strength. Minutes passed and still the two were locked in a lewd, sweaty embrace, one maw stuffed with cock, the other open, panting, taking in the dense, musk-laden air of the room into his lungs. Maverick groaned as he hilted himself one last time and then came, his sack tensing and pulling taut against his body, the sheer amount of spunk packed into that single load shocking even the demon. The first shot felt like a punch to the gut, almost half a gallon in mere seconds, then came the second, the third and fifth and more, each massive, each long, each inhuman in every aspect, but just what the fox had been craving for centuries. Even as the man’s load tapered off, his erection didn’t in the least.

“Soooo… where does this come from?” Serith panted, pulling his cock out of his mouth and licking it as Maverick did the same, cum oozing out of that wonderful donut. The fox murred, oh how wonderful that feeling was. Maverick said nothing and climbed atop him, his sack sliding over the massive, turgid foxcock as he huffed and grabbed Serith’s maw. “Not complaining though.” He calmly opened it and accepted the manly cock as his master shoved it back a second time, immediately mashing his crotch over his snout again.

By the time Maverick was done, the bed was in a state worse than if a wild beast had nested upon it: claw marks all over, the pillows torn open by bites and soaked in cum, the mattress gouged and so soaked in fox cum that it oozed buckets every time either of the two panting males moved. The room was in no better place, the air so stuffy and ripe with the stench of balls, cocks, sweat and cum that the windows had fogged up and made it impossible to see the setting sun. The man was on his back, panting heavily, shaft softening in his demon’s hindpaws as he was given one last footjob, the soft pads of the fox caressing his flesh, lewd cum bridges connecting each toe to the next, Serith gently licking his master’s skin to clean him up, his own shaft retreating back into its soft cock pouch as it oozed a few last pints of thick goo. Nothing was said for a while, neither had the energy to do so, they merely laid there for half an hour or so, panting, trying to get their bearings together while they swam in cum, Serith quietly caressing his sloshing belly with love and unending lust.

“Fuck…” Maverick whispered eventually, hoisting himself up with his elbows. “That was something.”

“Hmmmm, it sure was…” Serith grinned and licked his chops. “I’m surprisingly satisfied with your performance. Ten out of ten, best fuck I’ve had since the seventh generation leader left me to his son.”

“Shut up, I don’t want to hear about you and my grandparents.” The man groaned, expecting to hear the opposite, but nothing came from the fox’s nasty mouth outside of another cummy burp, which left him more shocked than anything that had just happened.

“What?”

“You’re not going to disobey me and go on a two hour rant about Makkio’s dick-sucking skills or my great-great-grandpa’s tight ass?” Maverick sighed inwardly at the mere memory.

“Not feeling like it… too tired and full to annoy you.” The fox shrugged and slowly started to grow a bit, filling the bed entirely in soft, cum-slickened fur, giving the man a nice comfy pillow to lean on, although it was a pillow with balls the size of pumpkins and a sheath as thick as his torso.

“It was that easy?” Maverick muttered in honest shock.

“Duh… I’m a sex demon, you keep me pent up and needy and I’m gonna make your life hell. I’ve been rather open about it.” Serith giggled and swelled some more, now bigger than a draft horse and far more hung. “Speaking of which… up for another couple dozen rounds before morning or are you interested in a more… fun activity?” The grin was somewhat sultry but also hinting at something dangerous. “See… the other reason why I’m being kept starved of energy is because… well… the seal I am being bound to your family by is not perfect and it has been… let’s say, weakening over the centuries.” Serith murred and gently pawed at Maverick’s shaft, injecting the man’s body with energy and making him hard all over again, instantly trapping him into a soft, yet unbreakable embrace while he used those soft paws to jerk him off, cum sliding on the pads as the shaft poked from the gaps in between toes. “And you’ve just crammed my slutty ass with enough energy to help me break it and go to town on your manor.” Maverick gulped and hissed as the lewd pawjob made him weak in his knees, the energy spent to fuck for hours on end not yet returned to his muscles.

“So what now?” He gritted his teeth and tried to hold back, but he was still sensitive and Serith’s pads were so damn soft he could bust in a mere couple minutes if this kept going on. “You’re gonna milk me and then rampage, destroy the place that kept you fed and warm for centuries?”

“The same place that kept me chained and starved and hated every part of my being ever since I arrived? Why would I ever do that, oh wise human?” Serith grinned, an evil, naughty grin. “But no, I care not for destruction and honestly I can’t be bothered to get back into the wild and find myself stragglers to feed me, not when I have this juicy piece of meat under my paws whenever I want… literally.” Serith chuckled and squeezed gently, kissing his master and shoving his tongue down his throat, the wide, slippery muscle stuffing the man’s gullet to the brim, sharing the taste of cock, cum and sweat and grime. Maverick grunted and came hard once more, cum splattering and painting the fox’s pads in white. This time he actually felt the fox grow more powerful, invisible chains now appearing as the bond between himself and the demon seemed to weaken visibly. “So, let’s make a deal like I did with Makkio.”

“What kind of deal?” Maverick hissed and freed himself by force, watching during the incoming pause as Serith licked his paws clean and swallowed his most recent load.

“You free me, we fuck like animals for as long as we can, the first one to collapse gets to be the other’s slave. Which means if you win, I go back to being your family’s pet, I help you defeat monsters, the old stuff we’re all familiar with. But if I win… you become my pet.” He smirked again and murred, his cock stiffening, well over three feet of throbbing foxflesh, slick with sheath fluids and cum. “You and most of the good looking guys in this place. I’m gonna milk you all dry every day and turn the entire manor into my personal feeding ground.” Another smirk, another foot of cock sliding out. “So, how about it… master? Up for a challenge?” The room was silent for a while, except for the constant dripping of cum from the walls, ceiling and furniture. As Maverick thought, Serith began to slowly push some more energy into the human, feeding him that wonderful mix of lust and various feelings he had grown so fond of manipulating. His master kept on thinking, deep in the recesses of his mind, pondering everything as he was used to do, which was the perfect moment for the demon to push and prod. “Come onnnn… let’s have some fun, convince me to behave like your ancestor did, make me want to stay here and be your pet…” Serith licked his lips and softly breathed on his master’s neck, paws surrounding the man’s cock and jerking it slowly, slowly, slowly, pads caressing the sizeable piece of man meat with skill. As Maverick grew harder and his thoughts became garbled, Serith could feel the control the man had on his libido slip away from him and in doing so, more control was given to himself, the chains around his body thinning and chipping. “I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

“Ugh fine you demon.” Maverick groaned, swatting Serith’s paw away, his shaft jumping and twitching in the musky air, oozing cum as his nuts fattened and grew heavier. If before they were as big as plums, they were now almost a pair of fat apples. “And stop trying to goad me into giving in to your… suggestions. We’re doing this and we’re doing it on my terms, ok? Not here and not with others around us.”

“As you wish master.” Serith grinned. “Will you go out like that?” He pointed at the man’s cum-coated body and the impossibly massive hard-on and fat sack swinging in front.

“I’m going to bathe first.” He immediately lifted a hand in front of the fox’s snout with a glare. “No tongue baths.”

“Why not? It’s quicker and much, much more pleasant, you know that. No need to wait for water to heat up, no silly soaps either. Just a servant taking care of his master.” Serith fed the man even more energy, opening his mouth to showcase his tongue. Maverick gulped, suddenly craving the soft, slick, sloppy touch of the fox’s tongue. He nodded and Serith’s inner thoughts roared in joy: another piece for the domino, another lock fallen. The demon grew a bit more, swelling a few inches in height and length, eyes taking on a hint of purple rather than his usual green. “As you wish, master.” Serith murred and opened his maw fully, tongue darting out, immediately diving for the man’s groin, slathering it in saliva as he lapped, licked and murred with pleasure, scraping off wads of his own seed and the copious amounts Maverick had spilled, fat beads of sweat added to the mix and turning the lewd concoction into a devilishly arousing meal for the fox.

“B-be quick.” Maverick huffed as his servant’s bigger, more nimble tongue moved across his skin, saliva cooling off on it as cum, grime and sweat were cleaned thoroughly and oh so lewdly. Why did it feel this good and why did he even agree to that dumb challenge? Why was he so much hornier than normal? He knew that Serith was playing something, that much was obvious, but why did he like it that much? Years and years of training and suddenly all the things the damned fox loved to do finally started to feel good and weren’t just annoying. He watched and waited, Serith’s tongue sliding between his cheeks, slathering his ass in saliva and teasing his virgin pucker. “Ohhhh…” Both him and the fox were shocked by that accidental sound, one refusing to even acknowledge it, the other quietly coming up with plans and ideas to get what he wanted. Maverick blushed, biting his lips and squeezing his fists as Serith kept on licking his pucker, the wet, cold nose bumping against it, flooding the tight space between his toned cheeks with hot air. “Ok… tha-that’s enough.” The man, still blushing, stepped forward and grabbed a towel, haphazardly scrubbing his upper body from all the fluids caking it and then started to dress up. “We’re going now.” He struggled to fit his pants, his cock still hard and refusing to soften even a fraction of an inch, making wet spots on his ‘clean’ clothes mere seconds after putting them on. Saliva clung to his pucker and made him wince as he waltzed out of the door to his bed chambers and then headed out.

Serith grinned broadly, his own shaft fattening even more, another lock opened, another chain gone, the monstrous log of foxcock growing to almost four feet in one go, his nuts gurgling so loudly the room seemed to shake in the wake of their growth, the twin watermelons sagging under their own weight. Many, many things started to make sense all of a sudden, many things that would bring the fox freedom after so many centuries. Returning invisible, Serith moved out of the bedroom, forgetting about his size. His head was already above the top of the entrance, meaning he had swelled past seven feet tall, that realization made him grin lewdly as he stole a stroke of his bigger, fatter cock. As per usual, Serith just passed through the door, but this time he didn’t phase through, instead his bigger body broke the door, shattering wood and cracking stone with ease. Normally he’d be punished by the seals put on him by his masters for destroying the property of the family, but all he could feel now was a light tickling around his neck rather than the old jolts of pain. He smiled and crashed through the doorway fully, baring the fruits of him and his master’s pleasure to the rest of the family before following the man through the halls of the manor, a stream of precum following the two closely. Already the manor was reeking of cum and already the people were starting to feel like something was wrong, but the very essence of the fluids Serith spilled was meant to calm, reassure and coax into complacency, thus no one complained even as shoes and bare feet splashed in puddles of spent seed or as the smell in the air made people pop boners and grow wet without any chance to resist.

Maverick rushed across the family’s estate with the stiffest erection he’d ever had, the phantom feeling of Serith’s tongue sliding on his ass haunting his thoughts worse than the demonic fox itself for some reason. Before he realized it, he was already far from the manor and into the woods around it, halfway across the entire estate, sweating heavily, tired and somehow still as hard, maybe even more than before. That was a new and odd sensation, and one he didn’t really hate, which was odder and weirded than anything else. When he reached the big oak tree at the heart of the estate, the one where Serith’s oath to the family had been sworn by the successive generations for the past few hundred years, he was clearheaded, mostly, and sure of what to do, kind of but not really. He had challenged what was essentially a divinity made for sex to a test of endurance, stamina and perversion. Sure, he had received training by his elders to withstand Serith and his advances but now that he thought of it, he had never really been taught anything beyond that. What was he even supposed to do?

“Well, well, well, come on now… master…” Serith appeared out of nowhere, scaring Maverick quite a bit, heartbeat racing. Immediately he felt a cool breeze on his lower body, he looked down and saw he was naked from the waist down, cock throbbing in the open air. Serith’s paw tossed his torn pants away and then grabbed his shaft, squeezing it between soft, soft pads soaked in what smelled like the fox’s own precum, lubing him up. “No need to wear clothes.” Serith had grown again in the span of time it had taken the two of them to get there, already far above eight feet tall, fifteen feet long, his cock so big it was as tall as Maverick himself, a monolith of drooling spire, so hot it sizzled and steamed in its own juices, the pair of nuts supplying the endless flow of precum wider than ripe pumpkins and as heavy as stone blocks of the same size, pulling at the taut sack they rested within with an odd yet lewd and arousing sense of heaviness.

“Not even giving me the time to undress properly?” Maverick scoffed, biting his lips to avoid moaning as his sensitive shaft was caressed lovingly.

“You know I like ripping clothes off, it’s better than opening one of your presents and…” The fox murred softly and licked his master’s cock, swallowing the entire shaft from root to tip in a flurry of pink squirming muscle. The human huffed and did his best to resist the skilled onslaught. “… it tastes better.” Serith did not let up with the assault, immediately jamming that tongue that had just been slathered with precum and the taste of cock into his master’s throat, no chance to fight back, no moment of respite, just a huge, nearly seven and a half feet tall demonic fox and a somewhat taller than average human trapped in an embrace of white fur and throbbing red foxflesh.

“Stop or I won’t release your seals, Serith.” It took several minutes for Maverick to gain some form of upper ground, minutes in which Serith had toyed with him with ease, minutes spent sucking on the fox’s tongue with an ever-growing sense of pleasure bubbling deep within him. It had taken oh so much effort to get out of that kiss, and how awful it had been to part from the fox’s lips and his tongue. Had he wasted so many years fighting while he could have enjoyed such wonderful attention all along?

“Fine, free me then we can fuck for real.” Serith murred, eager to start, his cock throbbing hard. The fox pawed himself off while ghostly chains appeared on his body, tight against his fur, keeping powers that had been growing for centuries at bay but just barely. The locks on the chains looked rusted and half broken, the chains themselves eaten by time and lack of care, each leading from the fox to his master’s navel. The chains started to rattle, manifesting in reality at long last, a feat possible only here and only now that the balance of power had shifted enough. Before Maverick could even start to undo the locks, the fox was already growing, flesh caged and protesting as the demon took on real form. The stench of sex grew thicker, the gurgling of the fox’s nuts louder as centuries of pent up lust bubbled and sloshed. “Mmmh hurry up… master… I can’t wait to finally get to know the real you.”

“We’ll see.” Maverick wasn’t sure of anything anymore: why was he unlocking Serith from his shackles? Why was he so aroused by this? Why did he moan when he felt that tongue on his pucker? Why did he hate the fox so much and yet couldn’t help but be jealous of him? One lock after the other fell, and with each one Serith grew a foot, by the time the fifth chain hung limp on the ground, the demon fox was well over thirteen feet tall, twenty something long and his cock was as thick as Maverick’s entire being and then some more. Two more were left, Makkio’s and his own.

“Not going to remove those?” Serith scoffed as he began to circle around the human, his cock drooling a circle with precum over the sacred grounds. “I thought that was the pact.”

“I can’t and you know, Makkio’s is the one that binds you to us and mine can only be removed if I forfeit my authority over you.” Maverick smiled, though his hear was uncertain. “So come, perverted fox, come and make me beg to free you or else you’re gonna spend a few more centuries with us.” He smiled, his cock painfully stiff.

“Cocky, I like this part of you, so much better than the pissed off, annoyed, prudish Maverick. If you’d been this honest with me earlier I might have considered not to demand this little challenge with you and waited a few more decades.” Serith licked his lips and then rolled over, flopping on the hallowed stones of the ritual altar, lifting his leg to allow access to his junk. “But you know that’s not how that work, you have to convince me to stay and if by the end of it you’re willing to free me, well… that’s just good for me.” The fox flashed him a sultry, lewd smile, balls churning so hard the ground shook. Maverick blushed as he stared at the fox’s sweaty bits and the titanic cock jutting from the overstuffed sheath. Demons and spirits grow stronger with time and victims, so he had expected the fox to be big but this was… too much.

He gulped and swallowed, tasting cock and sweat on his tongue still, steeling his resolve while taking step after step, closing the distance between him and his churning, throbbing, gushing target. Serith couldn’t be more aroused than he was now: centuries of serfdom and finally one of his masters had agreed to pleasure him. Maverick wasn’t entirely sure what he was supposed to be doing, he hadn’t ever been the one not in power until now and it wasn’t as if he had been ever into servicing the fox before. He stood before the huge, towering demon, the beast’s cock bigger than he was and there were still two locks left to break. Serith watched as he slowly crept forward, inch after inch, smirking, chuckling, judging him for what he was about to do but the man had no choice, it was this or his family on the line. There was only so much ground between Maverick and the seven foot long, three foot thick bestial cock jutting from the fox’s overstuffed sheath, the knot still buried deep inside that fuzzy cock pouch as juices flowed freely from the tight seal, steaming in the cool late evening night. He gulped and knelt, hands reaching forward to grab that massive slab of flesh.

It was somehow hot and cold at the touch, though the coldness was brief and short-lived, a result of the fight between the last shreds of the seals trying to send the spirit back into ethereal form. The smell was not something that had ever gone away and now that Serith was almost free and had grown so big and powerful over the centuries, the smell of cock any male had had become a stench of virility the likes of which no mortal would have ever felt. Maverick gulped again and stroked the fox’s flesh, feeling it throb under his palms, letting the slick fluids coat his fingers and make them just as slick, adding to the pleasure Serith felt. The fox was not content with just a half-assed handjob: he lifted a paw up and pressed Maverick to his shaft, the man almost completely smothered by the spire, his face, chest, lower body and cock rubbed all over by the spirit’s massive paw. He groaned and protested, but then remembered why he was doing it and slowly gave in: his mouth opened and he stole a timid, tentative lick. The flavour of cock exploded in his mouth, spicy, heavy, dense, like licking a spoonful of honey. It stuck to his tongue and kept sizzling even after he pulled back, growing stronger once he licked it again, again and again, slowly picking up a pace as his nostrils flared, making him breathe in deeply the stench wafting off a cock that hadn’t been properly tended in centuries. The more he licked the more he liked, the flavour, the heat, the sheer size of it…

Before long Maverick was humping against that cock, his entire front caked in sheath slime and thick oils that lubed the entire spire from tip to knot, his hair glued to his scalp by the same slimy goo. Serith was truly enjoying the man’s passion for the taste of his flesh, but that wasn’t enough, not even close. After a while, the fox grabbed the man and lifted him up, breaking him out of that trance that he’d thrown himself in. Maverick, blushing as hard as he could, cock as hard as it could get, his entire front slick with fluids, moaned quietly, trying not to be heard. Serith licked his lips and then dragged his tongue from his master’s feet to his face, licking him clean, murring and purring as he tasted himself and the man’s changing aura on his tastebuds. His eyes shone a deeper purple as his coat became a little bit whiter and denser, his cock fattening just a bit, his balls growing heavier. The man was completely powerless but he still held on to a modicum of pride and mental fortitude, his thoughts mostly coherent even though he couldn’t taste anything but cock, smell anything but cock and feel nothing but the lack of a warm, massive slab of flesh to warm his bare skin. The fox demon murred, standing up a little as he placed his master behind himself, lifting his tails up and revealing the huge, wobbling, soft spheres of his ass and the cavernous hole nestled in between them. Maverick gulped yet again, but this time even he could feel that there was more than just anxiety behind that gulp, that there was something bubbling inside him that hadn’t been there before.

Serith licked his chops as he put the man on the ground, lifted his ass some more and then plopped it down, balls crashing into the ground, so heavy they cracked the stone and made the sigils of the circle around them flicker and spark. One moment Maverick was in the air, the next he was on the ground, then he was faced with his spirit’s ass looming over his entire being like a titanic stone wall that dripped with sweat. He took a deep breath as it came crashing down on him, the world outside disappearing behind white fur and a gaping, soft, puffy donut the size of his entire torso and then some. He felt the heat wash over him from several feet away, droplets of sweat rain down and then he felt it as Serith sat upon his entire body with plenty of space left for the man to move in, if he could move. With tonnes and tonnes of fox rump weighting him down, Maverick was left with one choice: wiggle his arms till they were free and then tend to the cavernous donut and the musky, slick chasm staring back at him. The man gulped, tasting ass well before he had even placed his lips on it, the little air left around him already tainted with the flavour of the fox’s rump, the soft hum of the spirit’s awakening heartbeat oh so strong and calming, soothing. It lulled him into a trance once more, drawing him to that puckered hole: his hands reached for it and grabbed it and found it soft, oh so soft, oh so wonderfully squishy, plump, slick and massive. Maverick took a sniff and his cock almost shot its load, the folds of Serith’s pucker swallowing it completely and hiding it in pockets of musky, sweaty rump. The stench was mind-warping, a heavy, heady, crushing reek of ass, cum, sweat and lust so strong it was seeping into his skin, muscle and bone. Even if he were to win, he'd smell like fox ass for months so strong it was and as he licked, sniffed, kissed, pried that chasm open and shoved his entire head in to lick, kiss and sniff deeper, Maverick wasn’t so sure he wanted not to smell like sweaty fox ass.

He'd never felt so good before, he’d never been so… free as now, when he was utterly trapped under tons of balls and ass, forced to lick and worship his servant’s rump, the fox’s taint thrumming like an engine as hundreds of gallons of precum were pumped from the twin boulders roaring just beyond the reach of the man’s body. He had been forced to do this, his hands tied, his body pinned, his very being turned into a puppet for a demon and yet he hadn’t felt so liberated, his body free from worry and concerns other than when he’d be able to kiss that pucker again, when his hips would betray him and make him hump the soft donut flesh again, when he’d press his nose beyond the entrance and snort the ass musk till his eyes rolled back and made his entire body sing with relief. He wanted to cum, he wanted to release his balls more and more as time passed, but the more he sniffed, licked, worshipped Serith’s sweaty behind, squirming till he was kissing his taint and then spit-shining the fox’s titanic balls, the more he realized he couldn’t even come close to cumming, his cock plugged, even pre couldn’t escape the invisible force keeping him from finding relief.

“Doesn’t feel good, eh? You’ve been sniffing my ass for just an hour and already I can feel you needing to blow your load all over my body, imagine what’s it been like for me, a lust demon, spending centuries without a proper load. I am beyond pent up, I could fill a lake with the seed I have saved up and I still can’t…” Serith groaned, licking his own musky, towering cockflesh. “I now have a hold on you as you have a hold on me, let’s meet halfway, how about it? I make you cum all over my fur, my muzzle, anywhere… but you have to release me from your seal.” Serith grunted, so close to freedom and yet so far. His so-called master was still holding on somehow, strands of sanity left behind by years of training and shreds of pride clinging on for dear life. “I won’t let you cum till you free me, master and I can be very, very, very patient.”

At this point Maverick realized there was no way to convince the fox to stay, the ploy had been revealed but in his shame the man still held on to the reins of the battle between him and Serith, he still had a say regarding his lock. He just needed to cum and he’d break free from the demon’s spell and then he’d gain the upper hand. Serith grunted with frustration, but he’d waited centuries, he could wait some more. As time passed, he decided that the man had spent enough time under him and finally lifted his haunches, not quite enough to free him entirely but just enough to allow the man to slowly wiggle out if he so wished. The fox watched his master’s sweat-coated, slickened body slip from underneath his ass several minutes later, dripping with fluids as his eyes failed to regain focus, the massive hard-on he was sporting throbbing with desperation, balls so taut and heavy they visibly sloshed and steamed. And yet Maverick could not cum, not even feel the relief of a droplet of pre escape the hold placed on him, he needed to find ways to pleasure the fox and win, he needed to make him cum but he had no idea how, the only ways he knew of were Serith’s own many, many fetishes. It took him a few long seconds, but eventually the man decided to do just that: play along the demon’s kinks and do everything he liked till the spirit came and granted him freedom from that horrible blueballed state. He shivered and grabbed one of the fox’s paws, giving it a loving yet desperate kiss, his shaft sliding in between the soft, cummy pads, adding to the coating of fluids on the inhumanly long cock. He moaned and kept on kissing Serith’s paw, sniffing the gaps between toes, humping, moaning, groaning, his hips moving faster and faster as he tried to breed the fox’s paws with every last bit of his energy, sucking on the clawed tips, hugging the huge digits as he used them as support. Serith was sucking himself off, drinking his precum as he waited, waited and waited, growing more desperate himself as the arousal from his master was still fed into him in a vicious cycle where the first to capitulate was the one that’d lose.

Minutes turned into sizeable fractions of the hour, then into bigger and bigger chunks of time as the two passed one more hour trying to cum and refused to budge. Serith was still on the ground, pretty much where he’d been for a while but Maverick had toured his entire body almost twice by now: he had licked every toe, fucked every gap of the fox’s paws, sucked every droplet of sweat on those pads, kissed every inch of Serith’s titanic balls, spit-shined his pucker thrice over and shoved his body up to his shoulders in that massive cavern in the hope of hitting the demon’s hidden button just right to make the damn spirit want to cum and concede defeat. All of that was done in a flurry of lust, need and desperation just to try and get the demon to capitulate, and yet he couldn’t even make the hue beast do anything more than moan and ask for more. Maverick was but a man, strong and used to the energies of the fox demon, but just a man, and as the third hour passed he couldn’t take it anymore. He’d fought, he’d fucked, he’d done everything in his power to resist but he couldn’t shake the thought of when he had been smothered and made to lick sniff and worship, how free he’d felt and how wonderful the thoughts of leaving his future as leader of the family behind him for a life that was finally about enjoying himself and not just duty, duty, duty. When the clock hit the third hour at long last, Maverick threw himself on the ground, tired, sore, his balls as big as ripe apples and twice as heavy, veins throbbing around his cock as his lungs were full of musk and his mouth tasted like ass, paws and cock. He gave up, or rather, he gave in to the thoughts swarming in his head and the desire bubbling with violence in his loins.

“Please… just let me cum… I can’t… I don’t want to spend my life fighting you and monsters… I just wanted to relax and enjoy life…” Maverick rolled and then knelt in front of Serith’s balls once more, sniffing them, feeling their weight and mass behind the soft sweaty fur.

“Do you concede defeat?” Serith smiled, feeling the seals shiver. “Do you agree to hand over your authority and power to me?”

“I don’t care anymore… I just want to… stop worrying about dumb stuff like fighting…” Maverick let his heart speak out for the first time ever, realizing halfway through the sentence why he’d been always in a bad mood: he’d never wanted to fight or be thrown in the role of leader of the family, he’d always wanted to relax and have fun. If that had been a doubt implanted by the demon or had it been genuinely his, he didn’t care anymore: he now had a way out of a destiny chosen before he was even born. “You’re free.” The chain linking Maverick to Serith snapped and the fox swelled five feet in height and more all around, growing in power and size as he snarled and growled.

“Mmmmh yeahhhhh…” Serith’s precum turned cloudy and white as his balls churned and filled every inch of space between his legs, turning the ground to dust as they grew so heavy and densely packed with seed to shatter stone. The ritual circle vanished, the dome keeping all the musky air in bursting and letting all the ball funk and stench of sex spread like wildfire all around the forest in a visible cloud of lust. “That’s ittttt…” Before long, the demon was well over thirty feet tall, the last chain keeping him shackled to the family bloodline fading without any prompt. “Makkio also agreed that if I’d win over one of you guys in a challenge like this, his seal would disappear automatically… glad to see he wasn’t lying.” Serith swelled even more, his eyes a deep purple with yellow irises, tails sprouting from his rump, not quite nine but close enough as eight tips swayed in the rank, stuffy air. “Now, your reward.” The fox licked his chops as his cock surged forward, twenty feet of impossibly hard, musky cockflesh jutting from a sheath bigger than a three-horse wide cart. Serith pried it open with a claw, magic lifting the man at his feet up. Maverick felt the hold on his sack fade as he approached the dark, slippery confines of the fox’s sheath, his feet sliding in as the knot slid out. “Enjoy it, you’ll spend a lot of time in there…” Serith chuckled as he pawed off while he crammed the man who had been his master till seconds before in his sheath, feeling legs, waist and torso fill in a fraction of the space left behind by his freed knot. “Ffffffffffffuck yeah…” The second he let go of his sheath’s lips, the man was trapped, pinned against the root of his cock and in that second the man came, squirming, moaning, thrashing oh so hard and cumming oh so much that a thin river of cum bubbled out of the stuffed sheath and dripped on the ground.

Serith howled, a ninth tail appearing as he finally achieved freedom after centuries, his master trapped in his sheath, his entire being leeching off the man’s lust to grow just a bit more. He came with him, but his orgasm was so much more immense, a solid pillar of cum several feet wide and impossibly long, unending, unbroken, titanic and so dense that trees cracked and fell before the white musky tide, thousands upon thousands of gallons a second jettisoned out at incredible pressures. The cum tide flowed and moved forward, the stream erratic as the fox shivered and started to hump the ground, finding pleasure in the messy embrace of the soft soil beneath him, hosing hundreds of yards of forest in white spunk and still going strong, his balls groaning in relief and the painful extasy of finally emptying his nuts. Far in the distance, in the manor, people were fucking all over the place as the fox’s musk spread faster than the cum tsunami, their minds far less resistant than Maverick’s. Serith roared, thrashed and murred, satisfied but not quite sated and, as cum still gushed from his cock, he marched upon the family’s land, the family head trapped in his sheath.

“Good pet… you’ve improved much over this past month…” Serith licked his lips, his finger sliding in and out of the once proud family head’s ass, stretching his gut wide, rearranging his insides as the man’s cock throbbed and gushed freely. Maverick grunted, relaxing his ass as much as he could while suckling on his owner’s cocktip, drinking mouthfuls of precum that passed through his entire body and lubed him up for the fox at the other end. The fox sighed, cumming a little, his shaft bloating, hundreds of gallons of thick seed rushed forth and gushed out of the man’s well-trained ass like a fountain, making the man cum for the tenth time that morning alone. “I suppose I’ll have to start preparing you for the first proper breeding of the rest of your life then…” The fox wrapped his mouth around Maverick’s ass and kissed it, swallowing his own seed as the man was turned into little more than a plaything, or rather, had been turned into one over a month ago when he lost the battle to decide the fate of the family. “I’ll breed you in front of your relatives, show them how a family leader is supposed to behave, what do you say, pet?”

Serith pulled the man away and held him high with magic, his ass still leaking as the cum gut drained itself on the head of one of Maverick’s relatives who had been tasked with worshipping the demon’s paws. Alongside him were dozens more, each tending to the fox in different ways, keeping his fur clean with nothing but their tongues, lapping, licking, sniffing and showering the demon with affection and lust, tending to his ass, his balls and cock whenever their new master wasn’t busy training his favourite pet. Maverick looked up, his shaft twitching as he fired another load onto the mile-wide cum pool, his former self gone and replaced with a content, satisfied, eternally cum-covered pet.

The mansion around them had been mostly turned into a huge cummy mess: destroyed buildings, holes punched in the walls during Serith’s victory lap, the farmland around it fertilized with seed, the stables where the horses were had been also filled, the same thing happened to every last place on the mansion grounds and then some. The demonic fox had thoroughly marked his territory by cumming all over it, spending days cementing his claim with his musk and then marking it like an animal would, relieving his bladder whenever and wherever he wanted. His sheath was stuffed full of people that were made to tend to his dormant knot. As the huge fox waited for an answer, an answer he already knew very well, he licked his lips and grabbed one of the servants, lifted him up and began rubbing his entire body against his donut. The man moaned and came as he was coated in juices, moaning even louder as his naked body was slowly pushed inside the demon’s rump, swallowed by the gaping chasm, swallowed without Serith even breaking a sweat. The forty five foot tall beast was so huge now that he found pleasure in stuffing himself full of his new servants, his ass always carrying a few of them. As the man was pulled deeper by strong anal muscles, Serith grabbed another one and started shoving it inside his cock, the fox’s balls groaning with their heavy cargo, hand shapes, faces and bodies pressing against the fuzzy fur from the inside. His cock yawned, swelled and spread over the new intruder, cum oozing out by the tubload, fat wads of spunk lubing the poor man up and helping him being sucked deeper and deeper till he was swimming inside a pair of nuts five times bigger than himself.

Outside the range of the fox’s vision, pregnant women waddled here and there, leaking fox cum from their swollen pussies, their bodies primed for breeding and birthing as their beings had taken on too much of their master’s essence and begun to change: tails, furry ears, animalistic muffs were common as the women of the family were slowly turned into the perfect servants for the fox-demon.

“I’d love to…” Maverick regained enough brainpower to speak, shivering and shuddering in an almost eternal orgasm, patting his gut as it refused to shrink beyond three feet wide. Both him and his master knew that he’d already been ruined and seeded, but they both knew that Serith wouldn’t be truly satisfied till he was knotted to the future broodmother of the new family and since the fox’s cock was over fifty feet long and oh so thick, Maverick had a lot of work ahead of him. And as Serith grabbed him again, placing his ass on the massive tip of the foxcock, immediately flooding the man’s guts with cum, slowly pulling him deeper, inches growing into a foot and then two, three, his gut bloated and stretched immensely, growing bigger with every wad of cum spilled within him. Maverick mewled, his cock shooting a single shot in the air, balls groaning and swelling as energies swirled inside them and made them grow fatter and fuller. “… master…”