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A grand build made of stone and wood stood at the far end of a town. It was gated away from the rest of the town partially because those who entered needed to have some sort of worth in order to get in, and those metal bars kept all dangerous arcane experiments from getting out into the regular town. The building was an academy of great prestige and the town was more than happy to have it there, especially with the inclusion of the gate the often prevented wild students from running amuck. Walking along a path circling the building, was one of the said students that was looking rather wild herself. She wore great black robes that seemed to be ruffled and scratched in a few places and her long blue hair was a mess as if she had just gone running through some trees. The girl’s eyes were also scanning from side to side while her hands were clasped together and her lips were set in a very fine and firm line. Stranger still, was if you could look closely at her neck, you could see little marks as if she had been bitten by a dog or some sort of large canine. The girl brought a hand up to her hair to tug strands down to cover her neck, her shoulders slouched as she kept walking the outer path of the school leading all the way to the dorms. She arrived with luck on her side as there was no one gathered outside the dorms and what few people passed her by, did so without so much as glancing at her state or asking how she was doing. When she slipped through the door of her dorm, she shut it and locked it tight, a sigh rolling off of her chest as flecks of black began to dance in the light of her blue eyes. From the shadows of her eyes, a canine figure with jet black fur and red eyes appeared, curved horns sharp and white as the beast’s fangs.

Ciela watched with hand on her chest and narrowed eyes as the demon hound began to stalk her room. He sniffed about the book cases and sneered at the meager alchemy set given to each student’s before he hopped onto the bed to watch her with those dangerous red eyes full of hunger. The other day she had made a mistake unbefitting of a mage of her lineage, she had summoned this foul demon thinking that she could control him, but the opposite had happened. Gifr was his name, and he had taken joy in dominating her both through magic and through sexual means. He had repaired her clothes with his magic just enough so that she could slink her way back to her room while he hid among her mind and spirit, but he hadn’t healed the bites on her neck or the claw marks on her back that still ached. She could have said something to a professor, something to perhaps even to the headmaster, but his spell was already ringing around her mind like a collar. She could resist just a bit, but disobedience was an impossibility for her at this point, and the worst part, was the fact that she seemed to enjoy it.

Even as he sneered at her and his canine lips pulled back to reveal his fangs, she felt a strange arousal that was all her own. She had been forced to submit to the creature, forced to obey, but in the end, it had been her own body that had betrayed her. She had cried out for more during the final moments of her breaking and now she found herself wanting his command, but at the very least she could still feel some sort of shame for that. Ciela was of a higher house of mages and was appalled that she had been taken so easily, but what could she have done against something like that? It was regrettable, but at the very least he didn’t seem intent on ruining the lives of the other people living here. It was only her that he wanted, and that was a thought that brought a shuddering warmth down her body.

When she began to walk inside of the room, she froze as she heard Gifr speak, “So this is your home, and rather, my home now. I see it is tiny and not befitting a demon of my caliber, but I suppose it was fine of a human of your status. Tell me, can this bed handle a beating? I think we’ll be testing it out all day.”

Ciel frowned, her cheeks glowing red, but her words coming out true and sharp, “This room is just fine for both of us dog, and we can’t just keep doing whatever you want all day and night because people will find out and then they’ll want to get rid of you.”

Gifr spoke in a near whisper, “Isn’t that what you want sweet girl?”

Her cheeks burned further and she turned her head as she eased her tone, “Not at all master...But I still want to continue my life. I may belong to you now, but can’t I at least still learn magic here and actually...Have a life of my own?”

The hound chuckled, the noise sending a shiver down her spine as he responded with some sort of mock pity coloring his honeyed tone, “Why, poor dear, of course, you will be allowed to live your life, so long as your life is in devotion to me, and magic? What magic would these fools here teach you that I could not.”

That caught her genuine interest. Her eyes seem to glow just a bit as she turned her head and moved towards the bed with her lips pressed together tight before she parted them to speak, “Are you saying, that you would teach me magic? That anything you could teach me would be much more useful and interesting than what the academy could teach me?”

The hound snorted, “For one thing, I could teach you how to summon a demon without becoming its bitch, and for another, I could teach you any magic in this world and many others. I am a demon dear, a being of might and magic. Do not doubt my power.”

Ciela looked the hound up and down before she sat herself on the bed with a sigh. Her shoulders sagged, relaxing just a moment before she looked at the demon again. He stared back at her with a quirked brow as if questioning her motives, but when she moved in, all she did was plant a soft kiss on his chest, “Thank you master...I...I would gladly serve you if it meant that you would bestow me such a gift.”

Ciela kept her eyes closed, but trembled as she heard the hound laughing. Her eyes opened wide and she gasped as a great paw slapped atop of her head and pushed her down against the sheets, “So amiable! Of course I will be giving gifts, gifts a plenty indeed. You’ve already had my seed so you should feel the change begin, but for more gifts, you must serve me further and understand that you are mine for good now.” He then snorted and looked down at her with a sort of sneer, “To think, only one time was all it took to break you.”

Part of her wanted to fight such words, wanted to wipe the smug look from his face, but instead, she lowered her face to his crotch until her lips met his sheath and she began to kiss along the fuzzy pouch. She shuddered as she questioned what in the world she was doing, but she continued to serve him without even needing to be commanded. Something about his presence made it so that she desired to please him, desired to partake in his lust and abuse. At the same time, she felt like she could pull away at any point. There was no spell hanging over her, no leash tugging her along, no, it was only her own mind that had already succumb to the demon’s influence.

The hound watched her with just a spark of confusion, but lust and hunger trumped whatever else he was thinking. He had taken her to be his bitch, to be his pet and toy, but it was true that she was a valuable little font of magic. There were other things to be done with such a faithful servant that had so much potential. For one, being corrupted and turned into a demon herself, and for two, bearing his child.

The girl kept her head where it belonged, between the beast’s hind legs and with her lips sealed against the red tip of his cock that was poking out of the sheath. She bobbed her head up and down lightly, little pops and suckles sounding off as she worked the tip of his member dutifully. With a pleasant rumble, the hound made his offer to her, “You know, if you accept my embrace, accept my corruption and my seed truly, then you would be free from my hold, but you would be a demon and I wouldn’t need much to bend you over from how you’re reacting right now.”

Ciela’s cheeks were red with shame and embarrassment, but it wasn’t from the offer. She felt nothing from the prospect of being free but rather felt her heart race at the thought of becoming a demon like him to be able to take his seed. She knew what that meant, knew that he desired his seed to take root in her so that she would bare his child. There was no magic that influenced her, but she pulled her mouth away from his cock and breathed out, “I would gladly accept it, master. Please, corrupt me, make me just like you.” She then fumbled with the last statement, but it came out with a shiver, “So that you may breed me properly.”

The canine shuddered, but he remained seated as his response seemed to vibrate the very air around them, “Good, then it’s a deal. We’ll spend all day and all night making sure that you’re ready to become something more than a pathetic human. You’ll ascend to a wonderful new life, but you’ll always be beneath me, so get to work.”

His command had barely been aired before the human returned her lips to the tip of his cock. She kissed and sucked with her fingers moving to grip his balls ever so gingerly. Ciela felt his cock growing from his canine sheath, her mouth accepting every inch with her body shivering as she remembered that this thing had violated her and forced her to moan so loudly. She could rebel, she could resist and counter his influence with her own now that he seemed to be off guard, but his offer was so tempting. Magic, ascension, and more than that a permanent place at his side as his wife. Bearing his child would surely mean that he would keep her around, surely mean that he would allow her to stay by his side. What was freedom if she couldn’t give herself to the one that she desired most? And yet, she knew somewhere in her heart that what she felt was wrong, that her desire for him, for this foul demon was incorrect, but she could not find it in herself to do anything else. Instead of resisting, she closed her eyes and dragged her mouth down every inch of his cock until her nose pressed against his fuzzy crotch. She would do anything to service this demon, and whatever shame she had been feeling beginning to fade away with every thump of her excited heart.

Ciela’s hands moved to massage and cup her master’s balls lovingly. She squeezed as she bobbed up and down on his cock, little pangs of heat traveling up and down her body as she wondered how it would feel to have him inside again, how it would feel to have his influence turning her into something entirely inhuman. Her mind began to grow just as hot as her body as she continued bringing more of the creature’s cock into her mouth. She thought that at some point she would gag from the size of the shaft sliding against her tongue, but instead, she managed to keep on going with no problem at all. Ciela thought that her oral service would go without a hitch, but the hound had other plans than to remain idle while she sucked his feral cock.

The hounded mounted her from the front with his paws wrapping around her chest as he began to thrust inside of her mouth. Ciela’s eyes grew wide, but she remained as still as she could manage while her mouth was being fucked as if the hound above her could somehow breed through planting his seed in her throat. Every thrust of his cock in her mouth brought the entire shaft inside and his balls against her chin and he never seemed to slow down or tire. Her eyes were half-lidded at this point and covered in a hazy lust that could not be her own. Her body was shaking like a leaf from being used and abused by a dog of all things. She was loving every second of it and what little shame she still clung onto seemed to be fading or already crushed by the pleasure she felt instead at being able to satisfy her master’s cravings. The devil hound’s noises only seemed to engender that desire deep within her to please him. The rumbling from his throat, the guttural growls and snarls that he would let out on occasion and the little curses that slipped his maw aimed at insulting her and urging her to be his little slut.

Ciela was entirely at the whim of the demon and she couldn’t care less at this point. Her fingers were dipping between her legs, her body held up by the powerful paws of the demon fucking her throat. Up her robes and against her crotch she felt her desire beneath her underwear building, warmth pressing through the fabric at every corner of her body. It was enough to drive her mad, enough to cloud her mind in a swampy mire of pleasure that she dared not restrain from just having her throat being fucked. Was there truly no magic at work? Before this day she could never have imagined enjoying having her throat being ravaged in such a way.

It wasn’t only the fact that she seemed to accept his dominion over her so naturally, but rather that she truly felt pleasured by his cock sliding against her throat. It felt as if whatever pleasure he was feeling was pulsing through her body and pounding at her mind like a jackhammer. The demon’s influence was a horrid thing and yet she could not for the life of her feel that fear or horror, only bliss, and pleasure. Rather than fight it, she moaned. She moaned like a slut in heat around the cock grazing against her tongue and pulsing against her throat. She could feel thick pre already dotting her throat and sliding down. She could feel his throbbing and feel his thrusting growing just a bit faster and she knew that it was almost time for him to finish.

The hellhound huffed and puffed, little embers falling from his mouth as he drove himself to her lips wildly. His claws left marks in her robes and on the pale skin of her body, but she did nothing to try and get him to stop. Ciela remained still with her eyes closed until she felt hot cum start to dance along her mouth. The beast thrust inside of her maw as his orgasm shot out into her maw. Hot ropes of the demon’s corrupted seed splashed against her tongue and flowed down deep into her throat where she was forced to swallow. She could feel her body growing hotter from the cum that was being pushed down her throat along with some sort of strange sensation that accompanied that she could not place a finger on. He continued to thrust into her mouth even after his orgasm ended as if he was making sure she could not spit any single drop, but why would she do that when her master’s cum belongs inside of her?

The hellhound hopped off of her front and pulled his cock from her mouth with a wet little pop that echoed in the room. Ciela let out a gasp and opened her eyes to sit up on her knees shakily. Her eyes were blue as ever but they were tinted around the edges red with a sort of glow that could only come from the corruption of the hound. The hound saw her eyes, saw the signs of his influence on her and he grinned. It made him swell with a sort of pride, a pride that was clear in the way he stared at her. His look, his hungry and prideful gaze only made her shiver and shake, her arms moving to cross at her chest and her eyes moving from his gaze.

When her eyes darted away, the hound’s voice came out smooth and almost tenderly, but with that hint of fiery hunger that made her spine tingle, “Strip.”

The human did as she was told. She gripped at the hem of her robes and drew them up above her head before tossing them aside, shivering as she felt the cool air of her room touching her body which was still marked from last night. The then moved to begin dragging his tongue over her form. She gasped as she felt him lap over the claw marks along her back, shuddered as she felt him lick the bite on her neck and soon found that the aches and pains began to disappear. She looked and saw that there wasn’t a sign of what they had done last night marking her form. Strangely, it left her feeling sad and empty as if she had been liberated of some trinket of great importance.

As if the beast could sense what she felt, or perhaps read her mind he chuckled, “Worry not...There will be time for more to be made.”

Ciela let out a little squeak. She remembered that she was in a situation where she could simply get up and run. There was no reason for her to remain where she was except for the fact that her body was under some sort of self-made affliction. She was hungry for the creature’s attention and for his corruption and she could not escape it no matter how hard she tried. Even as she thought to threaten the hound with exposing him to the school by calling for help, she got on all fours on the bed and raised her hips high in the air so her slit dripping with arousal was on display. The hellhound moved to her with slow steps, but she could feel the hunger burning into her back from his gaze. Soon, she felt the heat of his body on her as he mounted her.

His arms moved around her sides and his hips began to move almost immediately to edge the tip of his cock against her cunt. She shuddered and held herself up as best as she could manage as he started to thrust violently into her, missing with every single movement. She knew that he was teasing her, that he could enter her at any point he desired, but still she let out little moans from the sensation of him acting like some sort of mindless feral monster. Finally, she felt him stop, felt the tip graze against her entrance and she heard his voice close against her ear whispering, “Should I pull away? If I fuck you now with my corruption already taking root then you’ll be fat with my child in no time.”

The fact that he was making her say it was bad enough, but worst yet was the way that words seem to come so easily out of her mouth, “Yes master.”

With no resistance given, the hound adjusted himself and in one go thrust every inch of his cock inside of her cunt. She gasped and hid her face in the covers of the bed. She gripped tight to the bed and kept her mouth shut as she felt him begin to thrust inside of her wildly. His hips were moving like pistons to slam inside of her while his tongue hung out of his mouth. Strangely, she expected him to bite, to claw to really be rough with her, but something about this pounding was so much more loving than last night. He took care that his claws did not mark her body, and rather than bite he only occasionally leaned down to lick at the back of her neck and nuzzle. It felt strange to think a demon could be so kind to her when the creature had been so hell-bent on savaging her last night. Was this what obedience was rewarded with?

Every so often she had to raise her mouth from the sheets and let out little moans that were just barely loud enough that someone walking by her door could probably hear them. She didn’t want her master to be caught and it was genuine sort of fear she felt that someone might take him away from her. It was almost enough to make her sad. In this, the demon seemed to slow down and he moved his mouth to her ear to whisper in the sweetest tone she had heard from him, “Calm yourself. No foolish human will take you away from me. Bite firmly onto the sheets and breathe.”

She obeyed and she bit down onto the sheets and nearly cried out when she felt him speed up again. She could feel his cock twitching and growing hotter by the second and her own hips were moving back and forth wildly to work her master, to milk his cock to receive what she truly desired. With one last thrust, something bulbous began to grow inside of her cunt that she recognized as his knot. It swelled and stretched her wide to keep them trapped together as he brought his hips to her again and again in quick little motions. She could no longer hold herself up and collapsed with a gasp, her cunt still held to her master’s cock and her hips still held high by the grace of his powerful arms around her body. She trembled and shut her eyes tight and grit her teeth against the covers as she felt her orgasm rock her entire form, and just at the same time, the demon canine’s cum began to pour out inside of her in a torrential amount that seemed to never end. Every little twitch of the hellhound’s cock was another blast of cum that stuck to her insides and seemed to fill her far too much. This corruption, this cum that was filling her made her feel too good and when she opened her eyes they were glittering with gold and red encircling the normal blue of her eyes.

There she laid on her stomach while they were stuck with one another. Her master laid atop of her back and his words were a near purr, “If at any point you want out of this little contract of ours, well too bad, I don’t think I’ve ever had a cunt this good, nor a bitch so willing and hungry. Ciela darling, we’re perfect for one another.”

She would have been insulted if it had come from anyone else and if she weren’t so entranced by the cum filling her insides. Her words came out with a pleasured sigh that seemed to rock the air in front of her with the weight of the feeling, “I love you.”

They were simple words, but they meant so much. The demon grinned, his fangs on display, his eyes sparkling with understanding. His words came soft, with a hint of humor and just as much hunger, “I love you too dear wife of mine.”

With those words stated, she closed her eyes to sleep. When she woke up, she could decide what to do next, but surely one time wasn’t enough to impregnate her.