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Reis descended into the bowels of the Earth. The service door guarding the entrance had been lit by a single dull light bulb that was dying slowly, and the keys he had stolen jiggled rustily in the lock. Eventually he had forced the door to creak open, protesting, and the light of his torch brought up a metal staircase that seemed bottomless. He walked down accompanied only by the clattering of his footsteps and the occasional rumbling of a subway far above him. He passed beneath electric lines, sewage pipes and maintenance tunnels, past all signs of modern life, and was swallowed up by the chthonic darkness of the forgotten part of the city's infrastructure.

He knew that there were hidden places where the barriers between the world of living and the Other Place were worn thin by the weight of the world, and that they could be found by those who were diligent and willing to take the path less traveled--but he had not expected his studies to bring him to one right at the heart of his home town. The signs and portents were clear, and the math checked out, and like a cosmic joke what he had been searching for far had been waiting right under his feet.

Time lost its meaning in his monotonous descent into the rusty, flaking abyss. He existed only in his bubble of light, cut from the outside world, surrounded by stale air and dampness of the underworld. He was far too deep under the surface for it to be cold or warm, so he journeyed enveloped in only the stillness of history's held breath. That was why he felt strangely upset by finding the stair's final step, which jolted him out of his trance, as if his descent had been transformed to a prayer to nothingness and now it had been rudely interrupted.

Even down here there was trash, of course, discarded soda cans that had laid tarnished and hidden from light for decades. Reis kicked them aside absentmindedly, and studied the circular steel door of the nuclear shelter in front of him. It had been built during the Cold War and had become first obsolete, then completely forgotten by a clerical error. Only because of his unorthodox research methods he had had an inkling of its existence, and had been motivated to scrounge up long lost blueprints to verify his finds. Its door was a massive slab of steel that had once been painted white, but now the bolts and fittings on its surface were marred by streaks of rust that the metal had cried over the long night. The large hand wheel for opening it refused to budge, the grease lubricating it having dried to a solid long ago, but it would not stand against a resourceful sorcerer like Reis. Right then he felt very glad for having taken a sledgehammer with him.

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Inside was pitch black, the kind of darkness that ate light and smothered breath. If he died here it could very well take another fifty years before his body was found, even by scavengers and other vermin, leaving him to mummify in peace. The morbid thought made Reis laugh out loud, but the sound died quickly in the oppressive silence of the nuclear tomb. He pressed onwards, trying to outpace his nervousness, and flicked his torch between his notes and the squat corridors. The floors were made of bare concrete, and the walls had been painted drab green and marked with white numbers. There was little dust for the stale air had been sealed in for half a century, and having shed off anything floating in it, it had settled for a dry and listless existence.

Reis walked back and forth in the dark corridors, using a compass to orient himself and to check out the subtle fluctuations in the Earth's magnetic field caused by the breach. He was accompanied by only the echoes of his footsteps, and after a while he started to listen to them while they faded out. He was gripped by an irrational fear of hearing another set of echoes replying to his, of some dread guardian left behind approaching fast, but that terror never came to pass. Maybe for the first time in his life he was truly alone. In the blackness the only threat was the one he was going to summon, or so he told himself to calm his rapidly beating heart.

Eventually he pinpointed the area to the compound's mess hall. He pushed aside steel tables and benches to make room in the middle, and started drawing a summoning circle with salt. He had had little success before, with most of the occult texts that he had consulted having turned out to be rubbish and ravings of madmen. However, once he had managed to contact the Other Place, and the memory of that fleeting moment had kept him trying again and again. The voice that had appeared out of thin air had been faint and distorted, like a out of tune radio, but had promised to reveal secrets and mysteries to him. It was a titillating proposition, even though it was not his intellectual curiosity that Reis sought to satisfy...

He drew the intricate patterns painstakingly, taking the time to double check that the lines and curves met at precise angles described centuries ago in the text written by a blind monk. He lit a circle of candles and rang a silver bell, then opened a book and started chanting in the flickering, dim light.

At first nothing happened and he started to become disappointed by yet another failure, but then Reis could feel a pressure building up that pushed him from all directions. Even though he had stopped reading out the spell the sensation still crawled up his spine and tugged the little hairs at the nape of his neck, settled on his chest like the weight of deep sea. It was as if the entire reality was being pushed from the outside, squished under the bulk by some heavy and persistent invader. Suddenly the world lurched and folded in on itself along an unnatural axis, and snapped back with a thundering boom--and when it unfolded it had brought back something with it. Where nothing had previously been now stood a smoldering beast, a huge black wolf that had just a skull for a head. Its body rippled like surface of water as it settled in the material world, flickering and bending in impossible ways as it turned to have a look around itself. Its shimmering fur moved like living flame, the tips of its hair turning ephemeral and dissipating into nothingness in a constant, restless dance. It was a being of air and light, its posture proud and disdainful as if suddenly having flesh suited it poorly. Curious, Reis craned his head to check out the beast's package, and was delighted to see that between its hind legs jiggled a thick, juicy sheath.

A voice boomed in his head, a roaring cacophony of a hundred predators yelling in unison.

“Who dares to summon the hellhound of Andras, great Marquis of Hell, commander of thirty infernal legions!" Reis noticed that the creature's jaws did not move as it spoke.

Instead of replying the man struck out with a hazelwood wand, pointing out first to the south, then east, and finally straight up. The hellhound snarled at the triangle drawn in the air in front of him and readied to lunge at the man, his unclear body surging with power as it tensed up. Reis did not waver put kept the wand firmly pointed at the beast, the flimsy piece of wood all that stood between him and being torn apart limb by limb. The hellhound roared and bristled, but did not approach one step closer. When he saw that his summoner did not turn and run, he sat down on his haunches and spoke again, this time with the sonorous baritone of a preacher.

“You are brave, mortal. Tell me your name and I shall grant you what you desire." His voice was sweet and golden like honey poured on Reis's brain.

Reis covered his eyes and showed a silver signet ring to the hellhound. “Do not trifle me with lies, beast! Speak truthfully to me, or face the consequences!"

The hellhound howled in rage and spat out the words. “Tell me your name and I shall drag you to the pits of Hell!"

“My name is Nobody." Reis was sweating from fear but forced himself to stand still, and kept his voice level.

“Very well, then I drag nobody to Hell", the beast barked in laughter and settled down. His bony face was impossible to read, but his body language became relaxed, that of a large predator in the middle of his domain. The undulation of his body quieted down to an occasional glimmer across his jet black fur, like a crow's dream.

Reis sighed from relief and lowered his hands. “I welcome you to our plane of existence, o servant of a great lord. Please accept my gift on his behalf as a sign of my respect and goodwill."

He produced five mummified doves filled with shredded strips of scripture from his backpack, and laid them in front of the hellhound. The beast sniffed them and then nodded, snickering. The sound he made reminded Reis acutely of Muttley, and the bizarreness of the entire situation made him suspect his own sanity. He started laughing, feverishly, because what else a man can do when a demonic entity he summoned from the bowels of Hell sounds like an old cartoon?

The hell creature joined in on his outburst, and the two of them howled and barked like madmen in the ever persistent darkness under the tons of concrete and soil. Eventually Reis's wave of hysteria subsided, and he addressed the beast while still flustered and wiped tears from his eyes.

“Phew… that was something else indeed. But on to business! I have brought you here for I have a need for familiar. Would you provide me with this service, o beast?"

The creature's bony face seemed to grin even wider.

“Of course, mortal. I can teach all liberal arts, sciences and philosophies, reveal the mysteries of the Earth, give account of those who died in sin or drowned at sea, and reconcile friends over controversies."

“Impressive, but not quite the thing I was looking for. I was thinking more of… having fun together, if you catch my drift?" Reis made a searching motion with his hand.

“Oh yesss", the beast shivered and drew out the word, “all the pleasures of Hell await you; we shall defy the Tyrant in Heaven as one, spend countless hours picking apart his Law, and making mockery of his angels!"

Reis drew air between his teeth. “Ehh, I'd be more interested in carnal pleasures… the kind your home has a reputation for, you know?"

The beast sat still, his head held upright like an unpassionate sphinx. “No, I do not. Hell is a place of endings, not beginnings, and as such no new life can be conceived there. Did you really think that its denizens have interest in the matters of procreation?" Seeing the human's crestfallen look he hurried to continue. “But worry not! On this pitiful Earth it is within my power to make women love men, and men love women. It will be trivial to come to an arrangement that is pleasing for you!" He chuckled again with his stifled laughter and sounded very smug.

“Yeah something like that, sure… where do I sign?"

“Mark me with your blood, mortal, and our pact shall be completed."

The hellhound got up and walked right next to where Reis stood, and shadows followed him. His head reached easily at the level of the human's chest, the flickering coat of darkness in his wake billowing and enveloping the two, and he grinned widely with his mouth ajar. Reis could smell the lack of nothingness radiating from the beast, as if air itself had fled before him, and the sheer unnaturalness of it made his skin crawl. However, he had come too far to back down now, so he bit his thumb and pressed it against the creature's bony forehead. Unlike the rest of the flickering hellhound it felt solid, and as cool as the ambient temperature. When Reis withdrew his hand he could see the dry, red smear he had left between the beast's hollow eye sockets clearly. It taunted him as a sign of his irredeemable, irrevocable folly, but it was too late for regrets now.

The hellhound sighed as if he had tasted the sweetest wine, his entire body tensing then relaxing as a wave of pleasure passed along his spine.

“You have pledged yourself to my master, and as your reward I shall serve you, obedient and true, until the end of your days." The beast held a short pause and chittered, his teeth clattering against each other. “And at the end of your lifespan, whether natural or cut short, I will collect your soul and deliver it to Hell. So be it!"

“Alright." Reis nodded and crossed his arms. “Let's get to it then. Turn around, I want to check out your goods."

“I beg your pardon?" The hellhound sounded genuinely baffled.

“I'm going to have sex with you, so first I want to have a closer look of your tool", the human explained patiently.

“W-what? I think such talk is hardly appropriate!", the beast sputtered.

“Why not? Aren't you guys all about tempting man into sin?"

“Well, yes, but… that's entirely different!" The hellhound sounded like a prim school teacher being confronted with lewdness. “I'm a demonic tutor, not some, some, sex thing!"

“Oh come on, it'll be sodomy, ooh big sin! I'm sure if you give it a try then you'll love it." Reis bopped the hellhound's snout with his knuckles playfully.

The beast snarled and spoke with a low, demanding voice. “I did not rebel and forfeit my rank in the Choir, then spend eons in oblivion only to be used as some demented mortal's plaything. I refuse!"

Reis snapped his fingers. “Heel."

Without even pausing the hellhound stepped right next to Reis and sat on his haunches obediently. He held his head staring stiffly ahead, his empty eye sockets glowering, and spoke under his breath.

“This absurd… I could be teaching you geometry, or rhetoric, or lure a comely maiden into your clutches… instead you chose this, this, nonsense!"

“Hush, speak only when spoken to", Reis said and scratched the beast's neck lovingly.

His hand sunk in the flowing tangle of see through hair, surrounded by jet black and ethereal flicks of cold flame. The creature's unnatural body felt firm but not solid, immaterial yet producing a resistance like trying to push two repelling magnets against each other. It had no warmth to it, and the fur on it felt merely like tendrils of smoke passing between his fingers. The strange sensation made Reis's imagination race, and he could feel a giddiness building up from the pit of his stomach and bubbling into his chest. His heart beat faster, but now from arousal instead of fear.

Reis stepped in front of the patiently waiting hellhound and started to undress, slowly, deliberately, watching for the creature's reactions intently. He had a Mediterranean complexion and average, lean body, athletic but not muscular build of someone used to trekking in the wilderness. He had a youthful look that made guessing his age hard, a cheeky whisper of beard and mustache, and black curly hair. His eyes were of deep brown shade, and had a soulful, languorous gaze. He had chosen to wear sturdy, practical clothes for his expedition, and now let them fall to the ground one by one, revealing fuzzy chest hair that continued into a light treasure trail over his belly button, and trimmed patch of pubic hair. He was uncut and moderately sized, the skin of his already hardening cock shimmering in the candlelight right in front of the hellhound's snout.

“You like what you see, beast?" Reis asked with an amused tone.

“I do not find naked human bodies interesting." The stiffness in his voice was palpable.

“Too bad. I find your naked body quite interesting…", Reis chuckled and stroked the hellhound under his bony jaw. The beast did not deign to reply. “Stand up", Reis told him and walked behind the hellhound.

He sat down to grasp the beast's flanks with both hands, his fingers partly disappearing into the creature's aether flesh, and pressed his face into the hellhound's rear end. His pucker was as black as his fur, and when it was kissed by Reis its folds felt as soft and real as any beast's against his lips. It had no discernible taste or smell, but he licked it eagerly nevertheless, exploring it with his tongue and slipping its tip inside the creature. The hellhound made a low, snarling sound but stopped when Reis slapped his butt and told him to be quiet. The man returned to slurping the demonic creature's asshole noisily, making wet, moaning noises under his wispy tail.

Eventually he had had his fill and moved down the beast's taint to his round, black balls. The orbs hung heavily between the hellhound's muscular legs in their hairy pouch the size of tangerines, and when Reis weighed them on the palm of his hand they felt more tangible than the rest of the beast. He kissed them, rolling them around with his tongue, and finally took them into his mouth and suckled on them like some demonic teat. The proud creature stood there with his his balls stuck in the human's mouth, shoulders hunched and his entire body rippling with anger, but he did not--could not--voice his displeasure. Reis's hand slithered between the hellhound's hind legs, and stroked his malehood slowly. The loose, hairy sheath felt as ethereal as the rest of him, but hidden underneath it he could feel a firm, stiff fuck stick waiting to be used. He pulled back and sat on his knees, panting, and wiped a strand of saliva off the corner of his mouth.

“You know", he spoke with a breathless voice, “for someone who claims they don't like fucking you sure have a lovely pair of cock and balls!"

“Be it known", the hellhound replied mustering as much indignation as possible into his words, “that after the Fall some of us adopted bodies with sex organs for the Tyrant had forbidden us from consorting with mortals. They are a badge of defiance, not a plaything for your amusement!"

“I'm sorry, but gotta disagree with that." Reis patted the hellhound's back. “Come on boy, let's put it to use." He got on all fours and looked over his shoulder at the hellhound's skeletal gaze. “You may mount me now. Your master desires it."

The beast hesitated but could not resist the man's command. He shuffled behind Reis and prodded his butt with his bony snout, making him flinch involuntarily.

“Well, what you're waiting for? Lather it up with your drool." Reis grabbed his own ass and stretched the buttcheeks apart, showing off his ass crack and his pink, inviting gape.

The hellhound let out a long-suffering sigh. “I do not have a living body, mortal. I do not have. Body. Fluids." He practically spat out the last words.

“Make up something! I've seen how you can change your body…", he muttered resting his face against the floor.

The hellhound growled and raised his hackles, but stayed put as if he was nailed to the ground. A deep, rumbling noise emerged from his chest and turned into a cough, then another and another one. He let his jaw fall open and suddenly white, luminescent substance bubbled up from his throat, ectoplasm that oozed between his teeth and dropped on Reis in thick, pearly clumps. The man shivered as he felt its cold touch, fluid-like yet strangely light like condensed morning mist. The hellhound kept hacking out more ectoplasm. It dribbled down the man's ass and coated his balls, hugged his erect member with wispy tendrils, and plopped on the ground between his knees in a growing pool.

“Oh yess, that's more like it…" Reis slid his hand in his gooey ass crack and fingered his opening. “Come on, fuck me already you sexy beast… You're making me so fucking horny..."

As much as he wanted to the hellhound could not keep back any further, but was forced to jump on the man's back and grasp him between his forelegs. He kept pouring out ectoplasm even as he made tentative humps with his hips, covering Reis's neck and shoulders with the goopy substance. Reis arched his back and pushed against the hellhound's thrusts, needy and aroused beyond belief. He wanted to be penetrated by this demonic entity, to be soiled by his unearthly seed and condemn himself utterly to whatever pit was reserved for those who consorted with such beasts. Despite the creature's size Reis did not feel much weight on his shoulders, but the creature's grip was steely and his grunts and thrusts had force behind them. Reis doubted he could have pried himself free even if he wanted to.

The beast's determination was soon rewarded when his thick, canine cock found its target, and its pointy tip slipped in Reis's anus with a squelching sound.

“Ew", he said and stopped. “I'm touching your ass."

Reis breathed heavily and moved his hips, sliding more of the hard rod inside himself. It stretched him out pleasantly despite feeling cool against his warm flesh, and he could not help a moan escaping his lips as its heavy weight settled in his guts.

“Go on, put some effort in your thrusts.. I want to get reamed by hellhound cock…" Reis squirmed and panted as he positioned himself for his lover to have even better access to himself.

The hellhound started fucking him reluctantly, pistoning his cock back and forth mechanically. The heavy member filled Reis completely, and ground against his prostate with every thrust sending ripples of pleasure through his entire body. His own cock leaked precum profusely as he was pounded in ass by the hellhound's rhythmic thrusts. Minutes felt like hours as the beast held the man in his caress and kept up the steady pace of constant hammering of his pleasure spot. Reis craned his head back with an open mouth, and let the demonic drool ooze onto his face. He gulped it down, and despite it being tasteless and insubstantial he swallowed it hungrily.

Reis could feel the orgasm building up deep within himself, gathering agonizingly slowly in his loins and radiating current along his spine. His cock welled up, thick and ready to burst, but he was still far away of reaching the edge. He wanted that moment to continue forever, yet he needed to cum right there and then, and was reduced by the conflicting desires to merely grunting and moaning in the throes of his passion. The hellhound did not seem to care one way or another, but kept pleasuring him like a mindless machine designed only for his satisfaction.

Eventually, after what felt like a small eternity, Reis could feel the blessed relief approaching as his tormented body could not hold back any longer. He cried out as he came, harder than ever, and shot out his load on the concrete in several thick spurts. Even then his cock continued to twitch and throb, and he was collapsed into a sweaty, trembling mess under the beast's hold. The hellhound was about to step off him when he stopped him.

“Don't go anywhere, big boy. I want to feel your semen filling me", he spoke with a hoarse but content voice. He wiped a lock of hair off his sweaty brow, and looked up at the hellhound, grinning.

The creature snorted in annoyance, but did as he was told. Reis gasped when he could feel the first wave of ectoplasm gush into his ass, cool and slippery as the fluid slithered into him.

“Oh yeah, keep it coming…" He grasped the hellhound's skull with one hand and pulled it tightly in the crook of his neck. Its smooth, dry surface felt pleasantly chill against his red, sweaty cheek. The hellhound shivered in disgust, but did not say anything as he was assaulted by the mortal's animal stink.

He kept pumping ectoplasm in Reis's guts, first filling his rectum to the brim and then forcing it deeper into his colon. The man made tiny little moans as he felt its weight invade him, shifting inside him and stretching his sensitive parts ever tauter. His belly started to first bulge, then sag from the sheer volume of unnatural fluid flowing into it--he was being inflated like a balloon with the hellhound's unending emission, and he loved it. It sloshed around him as he shifted his legs and pressed on his lungs making breathing harder, but he savored the sensations of being stuffed beyond his body's normal capacity.

Eventually he felt tight as a drum and had to pat the hellhound's skull in order to make him stop. The beast huffed and detached with a wet squelch, which released a torrent of ectoplasm from Reis's much enduring hole. It squirted out over his ass and coated his thighs, and kept flowing into a puddle around Reis as he flopped on the ground completely spent. The man petted his swollen belly with half-closed eyes and stroked his gooey crotch. The hellhound stood nearby bristiling like an insulted diplomat, his cock already retracting back in its sheath.

“Now can we move on to more important matters, mortal?"

Reis did not reply. He was far too content to be annoyed by the hellhound's sour mood--in fact, he actually liked the grumpiness of his new, lifelong partner. His bliss was short termed, however, as the ectoplasm started dissipating into the nothingness it had came from. The gooey demon sex fluid turned transparent then faded harmlessly from existence like a breath on chilly winter's day, leaving the man as he was before--if sweatier and with an aching asshole.

Reis sighed. “Oh well, that was fun while it lasted." He rose up and walked to the hellhound unhurriedly, his still erect cock bobbing rudely between his legs. “And you should learn to be less impatient. We have all the time in the world to enjoy our company."

He grasped the hellhound by jaw, and kissed the side of his head. His lips pressed firmly against the smooth, cool bone, and he gave his row of fierce canine fangs a long, sensual lick. His saliva glistened in candlelight on their shiny surface, which made the beast snarl and the human chuckle. Reis brought the hellhound's skull down to his crotch and pressed his slimy cock head against the bridge of his snout, smearing him with his sex juices.

“In fact, maybe we should have round two right here and now? I've always wondered how it would feel like to defile a demon's asshole…"

“I absolutely refuse to even entertain this-"

The hellhound's angry speech was cut short as Reis slid his cock in his hollow eye socket. The beast stood stiffly, mortified beyond belief as the human rubbed his tip against the smooth curvature of the inside of his skull. Reis pulled his head ever closer to his crotch, until he had inserted his malehood to the hilt in the beast. He thought how this otherworldly entity must have been thousands of years old, powerful and wise, and now had his face pressed against his sweaty balls and his cock probing the insides of his head. He felt quite satisfied with himself and stroked the back of his head caringly.

“This feels nice too, maybe we should do it this way from now on?"

“I... would… rather... not!" Reis could feel the steel cutting tension in the demon's voice, and he laughed heartily.

“Very well, but then you have to promise to show more enthusiasm in the future!" He pulled out and patted the beast's head.

He scratched his chin and looked thoughtful. “You know, can you take the shape of a normal dog, like a mastiff? I'd like to introduce you to my wife..."

“Why, is she as depraved as you?", he scoffed.

“Not yet, and that's where you come in handy."

“I… yes, I can take the shape of any terrestrial beast. If it's necessary." The hellhound gritted his teeth as his words echoed in the silence.

“Oh, it won't be just necessary, but mandatory!" He clapped his hands and rubbed them together gleefully.

“Mark my words, mortal, when the day of reckoning arrives my retribution shall be terrifying…" Sound of teeth grinding like icebergs flooded Reis's mind.

“In that case I have some heavy sinning to do then. Selling my soul for just a dry philosophy lesson would have been pretty silly!"

He patted the hellhound's shoulders smiling, and made the beast shiver with dread.