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The lanky, black-clad Ratkin slowly peered over the outcropping. It overlooked a sizable cave with a massive opening. Pulling a dry piece of paper from his satchel and surveying it, he looked back at the cave. This was definitely the place. A secondary lens clicked down in front of his goggles and he spied into the cavern as far as he could see. About 20 feet in it veered sharply to the left, limiting what he could tell, but at least as far as he could see there were no traps.

Putting the paper back into his satchel, he took out a flask etched with holy runes. Unscrewing the lid, he dripped a few drops onto the tip of a bolt. Putting the flask back, he got to work stringing his crossbow. Once primed and ready, he slung it over his back. The sun was just about getting to the top of the sky, and in the heat he began to reconsider his black leather attire. He wore a long coat with a mantle, and wide tails that went all the way down his legs, a wide brimmed hat, and the goggles. It wasn't his idea of appropriate dressing for the weather, but his choice of garb had been made for him.

After all, everyone knew demon hunters dressed this way.

Demon hunting was an unlikely profession for a Ratkin, especially one as young as he, but Caehl was an unlikely rat. Standing at 4'2", he was looked down upon both figuratively and_literally by humans everywhere he went. His kind were better known for living in sewers and thieving, so despite his good hygiene and honest, even naïve nature, people were universally mistrustful of him. Maintaining work wasn't easy. His diminutive size excluded him from most hard labor jobs, in which even the foulest criminal could earn a decent living to throw away on drinks and women, and without the means to an education or someone willing to apprentice him, he took to odd jobs. Seasonal work, harvests, and so on. But as soon as the need for the work was gone, his employers were always happy to be rid of him. _This type of work, however, was always in demand. He could earn a respectable income, do something of actual interest, and most importantly, work alone.

All he needed to do was prove himself with this first job, and he started down the cliff which led to the cave.

Peering around the edge, he confirmed that the entryway was empty, and slowly crept through up to the corner around which the cave continued...except it didn't. Looking around it, it ended into a flat rock face just a few feet past the turn. Was this really all there was here?

"You must be new at this, aren't you?" a mocking, hissing voice asked.

Spinning around in fear and surprise, Caehl aimed the crossbow back at the mouth of the cave, but nothing was there.

"You really ought to be more observant. Up here." The voice continued

Looking up to the ceiling of the cave, he spotted a figure lying in repose on an outcropping above the entrance, it was eating an apple, and seemed to be vaguely reptilian.

"Get out here where I can see you!" Caehl shouted, putting on his best air of intimidation.

After a few seconds of silence, his command was replied by a sigh, and an unceremonious "Alright, I suppose...", delivered in a tone that made it seem like he was being humored

Tossing the core aside, the figure stepped off its ledge and dropped down to the floor, a drop of at least 12 or 13 feet that seemed not to faze it at all. Now in the light, Caehl could see it well enough to make out details. The creature was indeed reptilian, its body covered in red scales. He had a tail that went nearly to the ground and spines all down his back, and some on his face as well, around his eyes and through the centerline of his head, the spines were a lighter shade of red. His eyes had the typical thin reptilian slits, and were a vibrant, almost iridescent purple. He looked kind of like a kobold, if maybe a bit bigger. Caehl himself was larger than most of them, but this thing had 5 or 6 inches on him. Also of note was that he was entirely naked, and seemed to have no concern with covering himself in any way. With what little biology he knew, he was sure reptiles didn't have balls, so whatever this thing was it was anatomically incorrect. Nonetheless it was impressively well endowed, 5 or 6 inches long flaccid.

"Now, what can I do for you, my diminutive friend?" he asked, a wicked smile creeping across his face.

"Are you a demon?" he asked

"Your kind would know me as that, I suppose."

"Then I am here to destroy you." Caehl replied calmly, taking aim with his crossbow

"Oh, well that simply won't do at all." It replied

Without another word, Caehl squeezed the trigger, the cord snapping forward tightly and sending the bolt spiraling through the air, in which it stayed, stock still, frozen. The demon had raised a finger and a faint magical aura glowed around the shaft, holding it harmless in midair.

"So, as I was saying, you're new at this aren't you? You look pretty young. You see normally the first thing to do would be to use some of your holy magic to cast a dispel aura around this whole place, that would stop me from doing things like that. Or this." He said, flicking his finger to the side, sending both the suspended bolt and the crossbow, pulled straight from his hands, careening against the wall, shattering. Caehl's face took on a look of shock and horror as his weapon crumbled to the floor in pieces.

"So how old are you anyway?" it asked innocuously

"...I...uh..." Caehl stammered. This was not how he'd imagined this going. "...I'm 21, er...I'm 22, I uh...just turned a few days ago."

"Awww" the demon mocked "You're cute when you don't know what to say. So how was your birthday? You at least got a girl back home to make the night memorable I hope.

This was really not how he'd imagined this going. "Well, no actually...I-"

"Oh, a queer huh? So a trip down to the bath house I take it? Get some guys to give your tailhole a good stretching?"

"No! I..." he paused a moment "...spent it alone..."

"Awww" the demon said again, this time a genuinely pitiable tone "I was having fun over here and then you had to go and make it sad. Tell me you've at least gotten laid at all before, right?"

Caehl said nothing, but meekly shook his head.

The demon burst out a laugh "Oh my, a virgin too? You just get better and better. You must be so tight still..." he said with a lascivious grunt "You know lack of sex can drive people crazy, are you masturbating enough?" he asked, seemingly completely serious

"I...I'm not telling you that!"

"Twice a day? Sounds about right for your age."

"I...how did you know?" Caehl asked, a blush covering his face

"Well it was just a guess, but you confirmed it for me very conveniently." He said with a snicker

"Alright, this conversation is over!" Caehl barked "I'm leaving now." He said definitively

The demon snapped its fingers, foliage growing over the entrance to the cave thickly, letting some light in, but far too thick to pass without tools.

"Actually, you aren't. You did come in here to kill me. And tried it. Even harmless as you are, you can't just walk away now. No..." he trailed, raising a claw up to his chin in a mock gesture of thought "...I think I'll take your soul as recompense."

Stunned, he took a few seconds to think of a proper response "M-my soul!? But...I...need that... I think." He wasn't actually sure.

"Well you should have thought of that before you tried to kill me." He stated nonchalantly "Look, I'll make you a bargain, alright? You know how us demons love those don't you? Surely everyone must know that at least? All you have to do is go an hour without cumming and then you can leave. If not, I own you. Fair enough?"

Taken aback by the offer, Caehl slowly responded "An hour without...cumming? You mean like-"

"I mean like what happens twice daily for you."

It was such a strange offer that Caehl didn't really understand, but did he have any choice really? Slowly, tentatively, he responded "I accept."

As he did, a wave of magical energy spread outwards from the demon, enveloping the whole area.

"It is done. Oh, and by the way? You really, really shouldn't have done that."

"Well why not? How hard can it be?"

"You're a boy full of hormones and I'm a paragon of lust. I know exactly what you want. Better than you do, in fact. You've been staring at my cock this whole time so I'm sure you're well aware that you're not exactly into chicks, you get off on being ordered around by stronger males, you have a musk fetish, you fantasize about being raped, and you have a humiliation fetish. That last bit makes this particularly easy, I can't wait to see the blush spread across your face when you realize just how hard I'm making you."

Looking down, Caehl realized that he was pitching a tent you'd have to have been blind not to see. With a short yip, he covered it as best he could with his hands, his face burning with embarrassment exactly as predicted. Holy shit. This thing really _did_know exactly what he wanted. He had never been this horny in his life.

The demon nearly doubled over laughing at this display, after a few seconds he managed to get out "Oh my goodness, you are just adorable! Can't even handle a little dirty talk? Oh I'm going to have so much fun pushing your buttons. You see normally I'd have just killed you as soon as you walked in, but you're just too fucking precious. I'm going to make you my bitch and you're going to love every second of it."

Paralyzed with embarrassment and lust, Caehl sat there still half-heartedly trying to hide his erection. He realized that there was no point, but the idea of him being adorable for the demon was turning him on so much that he couldn't seem to stop. He _loved_playing that role, almost scarily so, and as the demon talked about making him his bitch he knew it was already over. There was no way he could hold back for an hour like this. It was all he could do to stop from stripping and stroking himself off in front of him just for the sheer exhibitional pleasure of it.

With a snap of his fingers, the demon faded away, reappearing right behind him. Caehls hands, which were still unconvincingly hiding his tent, snapped behind his back, locked into magical cuffs.

"I can feel how much this is getting to you, I doubt you'd have lasted 5 more minutes at this rate, but you need to get acquainted with not getting off until I allow it, and this time? You're not getting off until I fuck it out of you and make you mine. As though I don't already own you, don't I, fucktoy?"

"Y...ye-" Caehl weakly started to stammer, blinded by a lustful need to please.

"What's that? I can't hear you."

"Yes."

"Yes WHAT!?" the Demon barked, a scaled hand slapping against Caehls ass with some force

After a short yip, he cried out "YES MASTER!"

"That's better, I think you've earned a treat, fucktoy."

Placing a hand firmly on Caehl's shoulder, the demon pushed him down to his knees. Walking around to his front, the demon grabbed the back of Caehl's head and pushed his muzzle into that musky crotch. The demons now slowly stiffening cock was draped over his face, and his nose was buried deep into the demons hefty balls. Taking a deep, hearty smell, as he had always fantasized about, he was intoxicated by the sweaty, musky odor as he inhaled deeply. He could have smelled those balls for a lifetime. This was every fantasy he never knew he had coming true. A faint bit at the back of his mind was slightly ashamed at how seemingly effortless it had been for the demon to turn him into a cock-drooling bitch, but he was long past the point of being too turned on to care.

After what felt like hours, but was probably no more than 15 seconds, the demon pulled Caehl's head back away from his crotch. With a firm push Caehl was sent back a few steps, his hands freed from the magical restraints.

"Strip for me, toy. Make it good."

Having abandoned all pretense of not wanting to serve, Caehl got to work without a word. His overcoat he threw to the side unceremoniously, but his tunic and trousers he pulled off slowly, lovingly. Trying his best to look demure, he pulled off his shirt from the bottom up, like how girls usually do, exposing his shaggy, skinny chest. Turning around so that his rear faced his Master, he bent over and slowly, gently edged his pants down, leaving him with nothing but his underwear, which were so firmly tented at the front, that they were pulled taut against his ass. Getting down on all fours, still with his behind facing the demon, he pulled the back of them down first, exposing his tight, and at this point very needy, ass. Pulling down at the front, his erection sprang up, finally free. Gods that felt good.

No sooner had his underwear hit the floor than was his Master grabbing him by the back and bending him over a nearby convenient boulder. His cock, at least 12 inches fully erect, rested firmly in between his ass cheeks.

"I need to get off about 25 times a day. That is what you're for now. Think of yourself as a collection of warm, fuckable holes for me to ravage and empty my balls into. A living sex toy that just happens to be attached to a cute face. All the better, since I'll be fucking that face regularly. Beg for it." He ordered

For the first time, Caehl found his words with ease.

"Master, _PLEASE_fuck me, I need your cock inside me, I can think of no better job than to be your fucktoy, your seed receptacle. Please use my holes and make me yours!" Gods, it hadn't even been 15 minutes and he was begging for it wantonly.

Grabbing his cock at the base and stroking upwards, he pushed out a volume of thick, slippery precum, which he slathered into Caehl's tight hole generously. Bracing for it, Caehl heard a gentle whisper in his ear.

"Just relax."

Which was followed immediately by him plunging his entire length into Caehl's needy rear. It hurt, more than just a little bit, but the pain was mixed in with such a wash of pleasure that he was barely even aware of it. Yips, squeaks, moans and wails all seeped from his mouth, one bleeding into the other in a carnal orchestra of lascivious noises.

"Fuck!" the demon shouted, sounding for the first time like he was losing his composure a bit. "So...fucking...TIGHT!" he grunted with each thrust. His hefty balls slapped against Caehl's ass with each thrust, the constant guttural stream of pleasure noises emanating from Caehl punctuating each time the demon hilted against his rear. In lustful bliss, his mouth hung agape, tongue lolling out, drooling. A silly, happy look painted across his face as his every fantasy came to a head with the demon relentlessly ravaging his ass. Utterly lost in the carnal pleasure, time lost all meaning. They might have been there for hours. Caehl did his best to push his rear back into the relentless onslaught of cock, but with his Master already hilting against him it made little difference. After what might have been minutes, or days, or years, he felt that slight speed up in the thrusts, which seemed across all species to indicate a fast approaching climax. Caehl had cum at least a dozen times already, he had long since lost count, the rock against which he was so thoroughly dominated was already dripping with his seed.

And with one, final, tremendous push, the demon exploded inside him. Such a volume of seed he had never before conceived of. He felt spurts of it push deep into him, and could feel torrents splash out from his ass. As his master slowly pulled his length out of his ass, his masters newest fuckhole, what felt like at least a gallon spilled out along with it. Thick, sticky rivulets splattered across the floor with each inch that pulled out from his rear. As the demon finally uncoupled from him, he could feel that he was left wide, gaping, and dripping. He was absolutely exhausted, and by the look of his master sat down against the cave wall, he was too.

In fact, he hadn't realized just how tired he was, and it was all he could do to keep himself from drifting off, even just on the rock. After a few minutes, his master got up, and without a word, picked up his new toy in both arms, holding him gently. With a snap of his fingers, a portal appeared, Caehl didn't get a chance to look into it before he stepped through, bringing them both to another plane.

The room he was brought to looked like a very elaborate pleasure dungeon, with all manner of swings, apparatus, toys, and gear adorning the walls and accoutrements. He figured this seemed like an appropriate place for one such as his master. The centerpiece of the room was a massive plush bed, circular, mounted into the floor so that it looked more like a pool of sheets and pillows than a proper bed. Still without a word, still dripping, Caehl was tossed into the bed, which was plush beyond even what royalty could manage. His master jumped in right after him, and still without a word, grabbed him by the chest and held him close. Apparently even demons enjoyed a good after sex snuggle. Continuing the trend of species incorrectness, he realized that his master was actually quite warm despite having the appearance of a lizard, and Caehl cuddled against his masters warm, beating chest, holding him tightly. He could still feel the demons wet, dripping cock, and figured the bed was no stranger to such things. He hoped this was where he'd be serving from now on. He was sure there would be plenty of work for him tomorrow, or in an hour, or whenever they woke up, but for now he embraced his master, sank into the warm plush sheets, and drifted off.