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Sam ran through the trees of a dense forest, evading arrows and blasts of red magic energy. He was shirtless, his lower body clad in brown leather pants and shoes and his bare upper body adorned with a wide variety of small constellation tattoos. In one hand he held a sword, and in the other a bottle containing a glowing red liquid.

“Give us that bottle!" shouted a man clad in light leather armor, wielding a staff of black metal tipped with a red crystal. Men behind him fired arrows at Sam, their marks just barely missing as they hit trees close by or the earth were he just was. Sam knew the risk in taking this job. Of course a bottle supposedly containing the liquid essence of a daemon from Hel would be sought after by sorcerers, in this case one named Seth, the one pursuing him. He asked himself how he was going to get a way out of this mess. But out of seemingly nowhere, a cliff suddenly appeared in Sam's path, a plummet to certain death hundreds of feet high above a lower section of the forest stretching on for hundreds of yards. It was then that he figured out an escape.

“Aquila!" he shouted as a miniature ink version of the constellation on his right shoulder glowed. A giant eagle, inky black with shining stars spotted throughout its spectral form, burst from the tattoo with a screech. Sam quickly mounted its back and they took off into the air. Sam smiled and looked at the bottle, anticipation of the thousands of gold coins it would earn him dulling his awareness as a magic blast from Seth struck Aquila. The impact caused the magic eagle to rock violently, and the bottle slipped from his hands and fell to the forest floor below. Before Sam could mourn the loss of his money, Aquila began to fall from the sky, Sam clinging to dear life as it dissipated back onto his shoulder. In no time Sam was falling alone, his body making contact with the canopy and hitting branch after branch on his way down. After a while, he finally hit the earth hard on his stomach. His rough descent would leave him bruised and rattled, but at least he was alive. After rising to his feet and brushing himself off, he limped his way west as the sun set, his body aching heavily. Unbeknownst to him, the contents of the now shattered bottle began to smoke and bubble on the ground…

“What the Hel do you mean 'you dropped it'?" shouted a trader at the counter of his shop, the one who had sent Sam in search of the daemon essence. He was a rather rough looking man, the walls behind him adorned with all manner of strange items.

“I tried to fly away on my eagle tattoo," said Sam, pointing to the tattoo on his shoulder. “And a sorcerer hit it, and it slipped out of my hands. It's most likely broken and useless in the middle of the forest somewhere."

“You know what it also is, laddie?" asked the trader.

“What?" asked Sam back.

“Worthless! No essence, no pay! Now get out of my shop, you miserable excuse for an adventurer!"

“But I-" started Sam, throwing up his hands in irritated disbelief.

“Out!" shouted the trader, pointing a finger at the door. With a heavy sigh, Sam left the shop with his head hanging low and a dejected expression.

Sam set up camp in a clearing in the nearby forest, the full moon high in the dark, starry sky. Thanks to a pocket dimension spell, he could store his things and retrieve them instantaneously, in this case a basic and simple camp with a tent, sleeping mat, and blanket. He sighed heavily, guilt and disappointment consuming him. This was the fourth botched quest in a row, and he was getting low on money. He figured he'd be broke in a few days or so. He knew he needed money, and fast, but what if he screwed up yet again? Was he just unlucky, or perhaps cursed? Whatever the case, he lay down on his sleeping mat to see about getting some decent sleep. He figured he might as well check the tavern for a new job in the morning.

***

As if his subconscious mind sought to ease his emotional suffering, he was having an amazing dream. He moaned as the woman licked and suckled upon his erect penis.

“Fuck…" he said, grasping at the blanket thrown away from his lower body, as the woman deepthroated him, lapping at his balls with her tongue. A bit of an impressive length, if he was being honest. She'd been at this for quite some time now, and he felt his orgasm quickly approaching. His penis throbbed heavily as he felt a few weeks' worth of pent up frustration surge up his shaft and into the waiting mouth of the woman sucking him off. He grunted loudly as he made an attempt to grab the back of her head, but felt something… unexpected. Her head was probably shaved given the thin layer of hair, but Sam didn't think humans had horns or pointed ears. He opened his eyes and saw that it definitely wasn't a human woman swallowing his semen.

She was a feral canine resembling a hybrid of a Doberman and a wolf, with short fur and a lithe build. A hellhound, Sam recalled. Paws equipped with wicked claws held Sam's groin around his penis. A black forked tongue wiped up some stray cum on her chin as seductive icy blue eyes observed Sam closely. Her fur was as red as the pits of Hel itself… which she very well might've been from. Horns like those of an antelope adorned the top of her head, and bat-like wings lay folded at her sides. A long, thin, spade-tipped tail swished behind her, like a cat preparing to strike.

“What the fuck?!" shouted Sam as he reached into his pocket dimension and drew his sword, pointing it at the hellhound's face.

“Now, now," she said in a low, purring voice that dripped like honey into Sam's ears. “I just wanted to repay you for freeing me."

“By sucking my dick?!" asked Sam incredulously. The hellhound thought for a moment.

“Yep, pretty much." she said.

“Who are you? What are you? And what do you mean 'freeing you?'" asked Sam before an unseen power forced his mouth shut.

“By Hel's infernal spires, would you please shut up? Long story short, I'm a hellhound who got into some trouble with the Big Daemon Downstairs and he banished me to your realm, trapping me in that bottle for over a hundred or so years. I would've been stuck in there for all eternity if not for your little slip up. The name's Eris. And yours?"

“Sam." said the human, looking at the daemon who had so… erotically introduced herself. At least she wasn't evil… not that he could tell right away anyway. But it was then that he realized something. If this was what that wizard who was chasing was after, then she must be pretty powerful, right?

He and Eris exited the tent, Sam pulling up his pants and Eris sitting down on her haunches, tail still swaying lazily.

“Look, I think I know another way you could repay me." said Sam.

“How's that?" asked Eris with a rather cute tilt of her head.

“I've been having some trouble recently regarding quests. I've been screwing up and it's been screwing me over when it comes to earning money. Maybe we could become partners in crime… so to speak. That way I get some help and you could get some long-needed companionship after being cooped up for so long." Eris tapped a front paw and scrunched up her muzzle as she considered Sam's offer.

“Sure, why not?" she said. “It's nice that you seem to care about my wellbeing."

“But first I need to know the extent of your abilities," said Sam. “As well as any weaknesses."

“Very well," said Eris. “Being a hellhound, I'm basically immortal. I don't age, and only weapons or magic specifically designed to be anti-daemon can kill me. I can conjure and control fire, listen to the thoughts of others and talk mentally to them, move things with my mind, and can teleport myself to another place."

“All of which could come to be really useful if we're ever in a pinch." interjected Sam.

“Oh, I'm not done, my dear." said Eris in a seductive tone that Sam wasn't entirely sure he liked or not.

“I can change my form and any part of my body to disguise myself among mortals… or to meet your every desire. And through my eyes and voice I can bend anyone or anything to my will… including you." Before Sam could react, Eris' eyes filled with rippling blue rings that filled his vision and instantly overwhelmed his mind, leaving him as a slack-jawed, hypnotized statue.

“Too easy," crooned Eris as she circled Sam, taking in the sights of his admittedly masculine body: his toned torso, his well-kept brown hair, his tight butt. “Tell you what: I accept your offer. It seems like it's going to be a lot of fun having you as a traveling and questing partner. But you see, bring trapped for a century in liquid form doesn't exactly do any favors for a hellhound's high libido. That blowjob was just an appetizer for me. Now strip down and lay down," Sam obeyed wordlessly, taking off his shoes, pants, and underwear and laying down in the cool grass. He moaned at the touch of Eris' front paw pad stroking against the underside of his penis as it lay on his crotch. “Now, I'm not going to kill you or steal your soul or whatever it is you mortals fear so much about daemons, but I will implant in your mind a trigger. When I say 'time for some fun', you'll feel compelled to pleasure yourself to orgasm with me. Does that excite you? Speak."

“Yes…" slurred Sam, the combination of hypnosis and Eris' soft pads rubbing his penis to hardness dulling his ability to speak clearly.

“Good," said Eris with a chuckle as she pressed harder onto his penis, earning a sharp grunt from him. “I take it you like my paws? Their soft, supple pads running up and down your hard cock, teasing you so badly?"

“Yes…" moaned Sam again.

“Then be a good boy and lick them while I fuck you like the living dildo you are."

Eris stepped over Sam and lined up her canine pussy with his erect cock, swiftly impaling herself upon it as they both cried out in ecstasy together.

“Fuck yes, I needed this." sighed Eris as she stuck her front paws in Sam's face and began to move her hips up and down. Sam eagerly licked her pads, not caring that they had touched both the ground and his own penis. They tasted and felt heavenly to his clouded mind… or at least that's what Eris was making him think.

“That's it, my little pervert, lick to your heart's content. I'll tell you, you have quite the rod on you. Between that and your good looks, how the Hel are you still single?"

“I-" started Sam, breaking from his order.

“Don't answer that, it was rhetorical. Can you thrust for me?" Instantly Sam began to thrust his hips upwards to meet Eris' own hips, resulting in wet slaps and shouts of rapture echoing throughout the forest. “Fuck yes, that's it! You're too fucking good at this! At this rate you're going to make me cum in no time!" Eris increased her pace, bouncing on Sam's cock as he in turn sped up to match her speed. Her thick pussy lips pulled hard as they and the insides began to tighten in anticipation of her first orgasm in a century.

“Come on, my dear, cum! Cum inside your mistress! Coat her insides white with your seed! OH, FFFFUUUUUUCCCKKK YYYYEEESSS!!!!"

Eris was lost in pleasure, her nerves overloaded with erotic fire. Sam moaned loudly and gave one final thrust, his throbbing member shooting semen deep inside Eris' devilish depths as they gripped his cock tightly, milking as much semen as they could wring out of him. The masculine issue splashed against Eris' vaginal walls and cervix as both human and hellhound came down from their respective orgasmic highs. Eris looked down at Sam with a blissful smile. But she was immediately met with a glaring Sam, evidently awakened from his trance.

“Note to self," said Eris is a deadpan manner. “Increase strength of hypnosis."

Sam reached out with a hand and grabbed Eris by the neck, flipping her onto her back with him. His face was one of anger, his eyebrows furrowed and lips in a scowl. He tried not to stare at the perky teats running down her lower abdomen.

“Harder." said Eris simply, squirming lightly under Sam.

“As you wish." said Sam irritably as he tightened his grip on her neck.

“Fuck yes, choke me harder, big boy," moaned Eris. But much to her shock, something more than the erotic pain of a simple choking wracked her neck: intense burning, like that of a cattle brand. “FUCK YES, THIS IS AMAZING!" Her front and hind legs clasped around Sam's shoulders and hips respectively as he watched in confusion. Man, was she kinky or what? He felt a heavy dampness near his knees, and looked down to see the grass at her hips soaked with her feminine cum.

“Fuck, what the Hel was that?" sighed Eris.

“A Collar of Submission." said Sam, causing the hellhound to perk her ears and widen her eyes in surprise.

“I'm sorry, being in that bottle must've shot my hearing," she said. “Can you repeat that?"

“I put a Collar of Submission on you. Until you can behave yourself, I'm gonna use this to alter your state of mind when you decide to try and trick me again."

“Oh, I don't think that'll be a problem," said Eris, looking down at her neck as best she could, seeing a glowing white band of magic around it. It faded away into nothingness. “Now do you think you could make some room in your tent for me? I promise I won't try to get up to anything." Sam looked at her as she gave him a wink and a charming smile. True, she might be a bit of a handful already, but he did offer a partnership with her. So he was stuck with her at the moment.

“Fine, come on in," said Sam, pulling up his pants and heading into the tent, Eris following him as they both laid down together. “But we've got to get up early tomorrow. We're going into town and accepting a quest."

“Whatever you say, paw lover," said Eris with a lick to his nose. A blushing Sam wondered what she meant, but decided not to dwell on it. “Good night." Sam sighed as he closed his eyes, an unexplainable combination of eagerness and dread falling over him. This was going to be quite the partnership, that's for sure.