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It was dusk, the sun slowly drawing down behind the mountains that surrounded one side of the large city that had made the area its home. It was one of the major waypoints that allowed traders to get from one side of the snow-covered peaks to the other, and as such it was home to a variety of people from all around looking to bypass the dangers that such a journey posed with the trading path that cut through it. It wasn't just people either; multitudes of exotic items both mundane and magical passed between its walls weekly, with one of them being a book that one man clutched against his chest as he hurriedly headed home.

As he turned one street he suddenly hit something that felt like a brick wall except moving, causing him to spin to the side and nearly fall to the ground as the hood of his cloak fell away from his face. "Hey, be careful down there," the orc said, the green-skinned man a mountain of muscle along with his bull-headed counterpart. "You alright?"

"I'm fine," the elf said as he brushed the long hair away from his head, looking up to see the orc had held out his hand. From the look of the armor and weapons they brandished they were probably mercenaries, passing through the town in order to get to whatever dangers lurked on this side of the mountain or the other. "Sorry about that, I should be more careful."

"Hey, don't worry about it," the orc said with a chuckle as he helped the elf to his feet. "Name's Mordric, the steer next to me is my best mate Falro." The minotaur let out a snort and just gave a curt nod to the elf. "He's not one for conversation, now is there someplace that we can help you get to before the night's out?"

"My name is Arin," the elf quickly replied before pointing to a nearby building. "My house is just over there, I live above the shop there."

"Wait, are you the ritualist that runs that shop?" Mordric asked, Arin nodding quietly in response as a big smile spread over his tusked mouth. "Well would you look at that, fate does bring people together. I actually have something that I would want you to look at, get it appraised before we leave to head back to our hometown."

"I'm... not really open..." Arin said timidly.

"Oh, apologies!" the orc said with a laugh, slapping the elf on the back hard enough to cause him to stumble. "We'll come back tomorrow, though if you want to see it early we're staying at the Dead Rooster Inn just a few blocks away."

Arin nodded and as soon as the two began to walk once more he turned and darted towards his shop as quick as he could after making sure the contents tucked within his cloak were safe. As he had mentioned to the two mercenaries he was the ritualist of the city, or at least one of them as he opened the shop door and locked it behind him. "Arin!" the elf heard the voice of his assistant, another elf that was attempting to learn the ways of magic, call out. "I was worried, the moon's almost risen and you said tonight was important."

"Very important, yes," Arin replied as he tried not to sound out of breath as he saw the other elf come over towards him. "It's complex magic though Flynn, so I want you to close up the shop and head to your room. Lock the door and don't come out until I call for you."

Arin could see the slightly worried look in the other elf's face but this hadn't been the first time he had asked him to do such things. Ever since he had taken the other man in he had placed wards on their bedroom door in case something bad should happen that would keep him safe, as long as he remained inside the threshold it would protect him from most of the incantations he attempted. What Flynn didn't know however was that this one was going to be much more dangerous than the others and involved a book that he had been attempting to get for quite some time. It was an artifact that he had to get in secret however, if other mages knew that he was attempting to harness the power of demonic magic they would send all manner of assassins and other means to murder him.

Once Arin had made sure that Flynn wouldn't bear witness to what was about to happen he went up to a bookshelf in his studying, pulling it back to reveal another set of stairs going upwards to his secret ritual circle. It was one specifically made for the aspiring demonologist and like his search for the book had to be kept secret. He took the book and put it on the nearby dusty table before reaching for a window hook and pulling open the shutters, letting the light of the moon spill down into the chalk circle below. The white orb was already starting to turn a dusky red, a sign of the coming bloodmoon that usually meant werewolves and vampires but also was a means to summon demons as well.

With the circle ready Arin could already start to feel magical energy starting to absorb into the arcane drawing, feeling it ebb and flow under his feet as he went and opened the book. Inside the leather cover there were metal plates instead of pages, and as he looked at the first incantation he saw that it was to create the infernal conduit in order to gain the energy needed to do what he wanted. That meant summoning a demon, which even with his resolve he knew was not going to be an easy task since the creatures were considered notoriously difficult to control. If it wasn't for the book he had telling him what specifically to do it probably would have been considered suicidal, especially when he had heard stories of the gristly conclusions of most demonic rituals for those who were less prepared.

"Why is these things always make you get naked," Arin said with a sigh as he read the first passage of the book. "Even when you're summoning elementals, it's strip down in the middle of an ice cave. At this point I'm pretty sure the ancients are just playing a joke on the rest of us."

Even though there was a chill in the air Arin did exactly what he was told, removing his cloak and the rest of his clothing before putting it to the side. As he continued to read through the rest of the ritual he grinned a bit and found inconsistencies with what he had already prepared, things that probably would have ended him splattered up against the wall if he didn't change them. When everything was finished the moon was a bright red and he was shivering as he knelt where he was supposed to and start the final incantation. As soon as the first words of the ancient language left his lips he could feel the magic that had been absorbed into the alchemically treated wood start to bubble up underneath him.

The lines around him suddenly turned black and as he watched the middle of the circle the red light from above seemed to coalesce in the spot where the book had said. It was working, Arin realized as he could feel the dimensional plane start to thin, weakening around him in order to create the channel to bring the demon up. Once the creature was bound within the circle it would be his access to demonic magic, which would allow him to control the rest of the spells in the book. At the moment however the ritualist was laser focused on one thing, making sure that he could get whatever came out of the forming portal under control as the red light seemed to sink downwards and create a hole which a shadowy hand reached up.

To Arin's surprise he heard a loud groan as the large clawed hand scraped slightly against the wood as it was joined by a second, hearing someone grunt before a head emerged from the portal. "Haven't you fuckers ever heard of creating stairs with your summons..." the creature said through gritted fanged teeth as he rested against the side of the hole, his black skin shining in the moonlight as he got a huge draconic foot up as well. "Okay, we got this, one... two... three!"

The demonic creature pulled himself up the rest of the way and flopped onto his back, breathing heavily as Arin just looked at him with a mixture of confusion and bewilderment. "Are... are you a demon?" Arin asked as the portal closed up behind it. "Like an actual demon?"

"No, I'm a dryad," the demon said as he struggled to get to his feet. "Save the fucking trees or something." The creature looked at the ritualist angrily as he finally got to his feet, wavering slightly. "Of course I'm a fucking demon! That's what you wanted, right?"

While Arin wasn't sure what he had been expecting, it definitely wasn't the creature that stood there in front of him. The upper body looked like he was an elf, though with the ebon skin and patches of black scales on his toned body along with the long purple hair and eyes he was actually more akin to a draw. He did have larger clawed hands covered in scales up to his forearms and several pairs of horns that stuck out from his skull, but other than that and a few spikes that adorned his shoulders and sides he might have passed as human. From the waist down however was a different story; his legs and hips were covered completely in jagged black scales that ended in large draconic feet and as he continued to stand there Arin could see a thick reptilian tail waving back and forth in agitation as he scraped his talons along the floor.

"I will admit, this is one of the better circles that I've seen," the demon said. "No stairs, but allowed you to get something other than the rage demons we have on hand that will just rip you in half and call it a day. You wouldn't believe how much work they get."

"I... I see..." Arin replied, a bit unsure of how to act since he had a completely different scenario that he had run through his head when dealing with a denizen of the infernal plane. "So, you're going to be my conduit? To the infernal plane?"

"That's why I'm here," the demon replied, looking up at the rafters before staring back at the elf. "Considering the level of preparedness you know what you have to give up for it, right?"

"Y-yes," Arin said, finding his confidence faltering when it came to the means of payment. "It means that you get my soul in exchange for your power."

The demon blinked a few times as Arin suddenly felt very unsure, especially when the other creature gave him a big fanged grin. "I couldn't care less about your soul elf," the demon stated. "The payment is for you to get a conduit to the infernal realm, you have to become it. A physical form for a demonic entity, that's what you need to pay."

"No, wait!" Arin said as the demon took a step forward, which surprisingly caused him to stop as he looked down at the book. "I translated the book myself, it just says that I have to give myself to the demonic plane in exchange for power, that means my soul! It doesn't say anywhere that I have to give up my body, and this whole circle is to keep you here so that I can use your power!"

As the elf began to flail he attempted to back away, only for his legs to feel like lead as the demon reached forward and picked up the book that had been in front of him. "You said that you translated this yourself, right?" the demon asked, the flustered elf nodding in response. "Well you did a pretty good job like with the circle, but you missed the engravings around the edge of the plate that tells you what giving of yourself means in this context. As for your circle theory do you happen to notice that instead of a just a circle there's a square in there too, which you're sitting on, which might just be making sure all this demonic energy is going to one spot?"

Arin felt his jaw drop when he looked at the circle and realized he was right, the corrections he had made to the arcane circle had turned it into an arcane focus, a funnel that directed the demon right towards him. He began to feel a surge of power beneath him and as the demon continued to hold the book the leather dissolved away, causing the plates to fall down to the floor before the creature crushed them beneath his foot. The ritualist let out a cry of anguish as he began to see the golden metal turning purple, then black as it oozed out from underneath his draconic paw. As he attempted to try and figure out something he could do he saw the streams of liquid metal flow towards him and materialize into chains, wrapping around his naked body and keeping him in a kneeling position as he felt the arcane metal press into his flesh.

"Mmmm... I'm not even revealing my true form and this is going to be a tight fit," the demon mused as he got up close, the purple eyes of the demon boring into the elf in front of him as he felt the long tongue of the creature lick against his cheek. "Good thing you're powerful magically, otherwise this would get rather messy, and I would tell you to hold still but that's not a problem for you. Don't worry, I'll take good care of our body."

Before Arin could say anything the tongue of the creature shifted and pushed into his mouth, causing his eyes to widen as he could feel it slithering around inside of him like a snake. The features of the creature began to deform before his eyes like a melting candle and as that tongue began to slide almost effortlessly down into his throat there was something that had started to spread open his other set of cheeks. The ritualist let out a muffled grunt as the tail of the creature had slithered around his chain-covered legs and had started to push up inside of him, spreading open his hole with almost practiced ease as the heavy legs of the creature began to dissolve away. In a last ditch effort to flee the elf tried to pull away but the chains had his hands tied behind his back, binding him completely as he felt his body begin to betray him and his somewhat small maleness started to get hard.

Soon the demon wasn't just satisfied with pouring his essence into his mouth as smaller tendrils emerged from the mass of thick black smoke that had become the upper body of the creature and pushed into his ears and nostrils as well. Arin's eyes rolled back into his head as his body was filled with demonic power, his entire form shaking from the demonic essence entering him as the main mass of the smoke began to envelop him completely. This creature did more than just fill him, as Arin's stomach began to distend and his body swelled slightly he could feel several of the tendrils tease against his nipples while others coiled around his member. He could almost feel the demon laughing at his attempt to try to not enjoy the sensations of pleasure as his chest and stomach became increasingly swollen while the chains began to sink deeper into the corrupted flesh.

By the time Arin no longer felt every orifice of his body being stretched open he slumped forward as the chains that had been wrapped around his neck and face were no longer there to support him. As the elf fell to his side panting he realized that his body had been freed of the bindings and that the chains were nowhere to be seen. When he put his hands to his stomach he found it to be just as flat as ever and with no sign of the demon he wondered if perhaps something had gone wrong. He tried to get up but the room started to spin and his vision blurred, and as he tried to get away from the summoning circle he had created he stumbled and had to catch himself on the desk.

That was when his vision cleared for the first time and Arin gasped in horror at his arms; everywhere the chains had bound him he found a line of deep black demonic runes, smaller ones concentrated on his wrists and getting bigger as they coiled their way up to his shoulders. What, did you think that you were really going to get off that easy? The elf heard in his head as his gaze went down to his chest and stomach were more of the lines criss-crossed his body. Those runes are going to do a great job of containing me inside of you, now don't mind if I make myself more comfortable...

"Get out of me!" Arin shouted angrily, only to watch his stomach and side swell briefly as though something was pushing out his skin. The sensation was surreal and it only grew stranger as he felt his spine pop all the way down that caused him to bend over as a tail stretched out of his body before retracting back in. "Please... I don't want the power, you can take it back..."

Way too late for that, the demon's voice replied as Arin saw the demon's face push out of his chest, the elf able to see the fanged grin before he saw a set of clawed fingers push out the skin of his bicep and forearm. But we're going to need to make a few changes. First thing is this cock of yours, no wonder you wanted to try and get some demonic enhancement...

Arin tried to say that wasn't what it was for but he felt his fingers get pulled down to his groin and as they rested on top of his tiny cock something pushed from the inside that caused him to fall to his knees. He could feel demonic energy getting pulled inside of him as the flesh of his member started to go from tan to purple before it began to bloat. The elf had tried to remain quiet but as his face bulged out slightly and half of his jaw briefly grew sharp teeth his entire body was quivering as the demon inside him caused his cock to push out further and further. What was worse than his mutating member was how good it felt, the ritualist falling back and squirming on the ground as he could feel it getting thicker and bigger with every second the demon's influence was there.

Finally the pleasure and the sensation of transformation along with the pressure from the inside of his maleness ebbed, the elf panting as he laid there on the floorboards of his attic. At first he almost didn't want to see it but he knew he had to even if it was just to see what happened to him. When he finally looked down at his groin he immediately wished he hadn't as he saw a deep purple, almost shiny member that nearly hung down to his knees and was covered in ridges and bumps. As Arin tried to get back onto his feet he tried to get back up but the new weight pulling at his groin almost caused him to fall forward as he noticed that the runes on his body had extended to the turgid flesh as well.

"How am I going to hide this..." Arin said with a sigh. "Not just the cock, everything. I'm going to be destroyed."

Relax, I didn't transform you completely on purpose because of that. _ The demon chuckled in Arin's head as he held it, though as he pressed his palms against his head he felt something shifting underneath his hair. _Now if you don't mind, I want to take that new tool of ours for a spin and I know exactly where it's going to go first. Plus I have a friend that I want to bring up here and that little assistant of yours will be perfect.

Arin gasped but before he could say anything he felt a pressure on his head that caused him to groan. His mouth opened in a wide gasp as his neck bulged, something traveling up from his chest to his head as a pair of solid black horns began to push up between his fingers. The elf tried to resist, to be strong in order to save his apprentice, but the power that he had originally wished for was too strong as his face pulsated and swelled from the creature dwelling within until finally it stopped. When Arin opened his eyes again they were a deep purple color as his mouth curled up into a grin to reveal a pair of deadly fangs and an unnaturally long tongue...

Meanwhile Flynn waited impatiently in his bed, throwing up a ball before catching it. He could feel the arcane energy that saturated the house but with the wards in place there was nothing he could but wait and hope that his master would let him actually see a ritual being cast. In all honesty he wanted to go out there and demand that he would be taught more than what was necessary for him to tend the shop but that would require him to have a backbone. It made him wonder if he would be stuck in this room forever, and as he tossed the ball up once more he heard a knock at the door once more that caused him to quickly turn his focus to it and subsequently get hit in the face with the forgotten projectile.

"Flynn, I need you to come out here," Arin said from the other side of the door. "This ritual is too complex for one person and I need you in order to finish it off."

On the other side of the door the demon used his inhuman tongue to lick his wide smile before reverting his face back to normal, pulling up the cloak hood a bit to disguise the horns he had grown. Somewhere deep inside the body he processed he heard the ritualist say that his assistant knows not to go out with him unless he enters the door first, which was warded to the point where the demon had to take a few steps back. The demon Arin merely scoffed at that and whispered that even he knew that his assistant was ambitious to the point of reckless and it wouldn't be long until he bounded out to join him. It didn't take long for the demon to be proven right as the door was unlocked and the other elf stepped out to see the ritualist in his usual cloak.

With his prey freed from the protection of the wards demon Arin led the eager elf down the hallway, but when Flynn tried to go to the study where they had done such magic before the ritualist stopped him and brought him to a different room instead. "Oh, I didn't realize you did magic here," Flynn said as he stepped into the other elf's bedroom, the door closing behind him.

"Some of the best kinds of magic can happen here in the bedroom," Demon Arin said with a chuckle as he went up behind the elf and surprised him. "Now for this very special ritual to complete I'm going to need you to get naked and lie in the bed on your stomach."

"This... doesn't seem to be like any ritual I've ever heard of before," Flynn replied before he felt the hands of the other elf slide into his tunic. "Oh! Oh... Arin, uh... I didn't realize that you felt this way... about us..."

"You'd be surprised at what's inside my head," the demon replied as his hand sank lower, fingernails shifting subtly to claws as they slid down and began to massage the flesh there. He could feel the elf responding to his ministrations but in reality the other man had already been tainted by the power that radiating from his possessed form. "Come on now, don't you want to be a big, powerful arcanist like me?"

"Oh Arin, that's all I ever wanted," Flynn replied as he allowed the other man to pull off his clothes, leaving the elf naked while still facing forward to avoid looking at the corrupted body of his master. "To learn from you, to be your partner. If you would do that I would stay by my side forever."

"Then so you shall," Arin replied as he took a hand and leaned the elf forward while taking his cock out with the other. Underneath the cloak he was completely naked and after putting the purple tip between the cheeks of the other male he reached up and let the cloth fall away to expose himself in all his glory. "My companion, my partner, my lover, my pet."

Flynn just moaned in response, not only from the sweet words whispered to him by the other elf but also from the feeling of being spread open. Had he not been pinned to the bed he would have seen the runes on the body of the other elf start to glow and the aura around him darken. The demon began to channel the energy from the infernal realm and let out a lure, one that used his new elf body as the infernal conduit that Arin wanted. It didn't take long until he found what he was waiting for, drawing the essence into his body before channeling it into his cock that was still sliding into the thin elf in front of him.

As more of the demon's shaft plunged into him Flynn suddenly felt the ritualist grab him by the wrists and pull his arms back, leaving him hanging forward with his legs still pinned to the bed by the body behind him. The elf started to shiver as it felt like Arin's cock was never-ending, his legs spreading wider as he began to feel strange textures in the shaft as it was slowly pushed inside of him. "Oh... Arin... something feels... very strange..." Flynn began to breathe heavily as the fullness grew more concentrated in his stomach, but with the demon holding his arms back there was nothing he could do but wiggle as a bizarre energy began to fill him. "Arin! Something's inside of me!"

"That would be my cock," the demon said, watching as deep purple fur began to sprout around the hole as the elf's flat stomach began to bulge. "Oh, and one of my friends, he wanted to come up and play. You'll like him, he has the same feelings as you."

Flynn tried to speak once more but all that came out of his mouth was short, ragged gasps as the skin of his stomach was pushed out, his eyes widening in horror as the lump took the form of a wolf's head before it began to slowly push upwards. The elf attempted to try and break free of the demon's grasp but it was no use, all he could do was thrash around against the cock feeding him both pleasure and demonic energy while his thighs and hips began to expand. Arin lowered the elf slightly as his spine began to pop and stretch from the tail growing out as the pleasured gasps and groans started to grow deeper, aided by the bright purple lupine cock that grew from his groin as his furred knees bent backwards. Unlike his host the demon Arin had no reason to keep this one hidden, watching as the elf became possessed by an infernal wolf as the corruption from such power saturated into Flynn's very being.

As more purple fur grew on Flynn's chest and stomach Arin felt his cock surge and almost get sucked in deeper, followed by seeing several paw-like hands stretching out the body of the corrupted elf in front of him. It appeared that the last of the demon spirit had arrived in its new vessel and the demon began to seal it, more black runes flowing over its form as the paw continued to push out the flesh of the quivering elf before sliding into the hands and feet of the male. Arin had to let go as claws burst out from the thickening fingers of the creature as he felt the feet of the elf morph into big wolf paws as the demon began to pump his cock in and out of the nearly finished creature. This one was so close, Arin thought with a wicked grin as he pet the growing fur on top of the elf's head, just one more big push...

That push came as Flynn's clawed hands gripped the bed, his shoulders and arms bloating his muscle as the head of the wolf pushed up into the elf. The muzzle caused his forehead to jut out briefly before it made its way into the nose of the corrupted male, stretching out his jaws as well while the flesh on the tip turned black. He tried to let out a loud howl as its new teeth sharpened and pushed out of his growing muzzle but an ethereal black chain wrapped around it, silencing him as a pair of horns burst out from his head and his ears warped into tall animalistic points. In the end the body of the infernal wolf was bigger than the demon and as it arched its back Arin felt the hands of the creature grip his rear and push him forward to sink the entirety of his corrupted cock inside of him.

"Just like old times," Arin grunted as he dispelled the chains, the humanoid lupine turning back and the two engaging in a demonic kiss while he pumped into him even harder. "You got what you wanted, right? You'll be by my side?"

"Forever..." the demonic wolf man said, giving the demon a fanged grin before they began to rut once more. This was just the start, Arin thought as he got his new partner to turn around so he could be properly between those huge furry legs, there were a lot of demons that wanted out and so, so many hosts in this city that he could give them to. That was what a demonic conduit did after all, whether or not Arin understood... which was his problem for not reading the fine engraving.