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Aohren's trip to the Bahamas had been an easy one for the most part. He had ridden first class with his own compartment, courtesy of his mother's money. The ride itself was smooth, although his enormous dragon frame was a little cramped in the cabin. It was neat watching the ocean turn from a deep, shimmering blue into an even more fantastic aquamarine as the plane crossed into the Caribbean. It was a good enough distraction from the many times he bumped his elbows into the cabin walls or knocked his horns on something.

The flight crew hadn't gotten many shade dragons before, that much was obvious. On multiple occasions he had caught them gawking at the triumphant horns that sprouted from his head. They were bright orange with sharp, overlapping segments. A relatively genial face was accentuated by a heavy brow and orange feathering that sprouted along his jawline, up to his pointed ears. The heavily styled hair on his head was highlighted with a gothic purple, something that matched his paw pads. Down his limbs and tail were bright orange chevrons that gradually transitioned into purple. The scales on his torso and back were a much more placid gray color, though he kept those covered by the clothes he wore. Most garish was his tail and the aura of purple smoke which emanated from the tip, thinning into onyx tendrils before vanishing into the air.

He understood the crew's trepidation with his presence, but it wasn't his draconian appearance that should've had them worried. Pestering Aohren the entire flight was something he had smuggled from home, a book that he kept zipped away inside of his carry-on bag. Small and nondescript, it was bound together in a black leather cover sans any inscriptions. The layman would've assumed it was a Bible, but nothing could've been further from the truth.

Aohren had borrowed the book from his sister Aolonna before departing. Within its featureless black leather was a treasure trove of knowledge regarding the dark arts. Curses, spells, summonings, and crafts were all etched on its pale, white pages. In such a small package of leather and parchment lay the power to destroy the world, and here Aohren was with it in his book bag.

The plane wasn't in any real danger, of course. He didn't plan on opening it until he got to his parents' condo. From there he would take things easy, maybe summoning a minor spirit or two to flex his magic muscles. His sister was the shining star of the family when it came to stuff like that. It had led her to a CEO position at a big company, carrying on the family tradition of shrewd business practices. Aohren, meanwhile, was content with living off his folks' wealth, traveling often and living a stress-free life.

His decision to borrow Aolonna's spell book put a damper on that. Having such comparatively little knowledge in the realm of magic meant a city-destroying slip up was a very real possibility. He had to repeatedly insist to Aolonna that he would play things safe and only mess with the spells written in the earlier pages of the book, i.e. the ones that were much safer to perform. She acquiesced, but only after a stern mention that she wouldn't be responsible for anything that happened. "Tell mom and dad," she warned. "And you're fucking dead."

His lips were sealed. The book remained his little secret for the entire length of the plane ride. After landing he walked through the airport with his book bag on his back. He drew his phone from his pocket and dialed his sister.

"Hey!" Aolonna chirped after the third ring. "You just land?"

"I sure did! Headed to the condo now."

"Good. You got the book on you?"

"Right here with me. I'm walking through the airport now."

"Awesome. Don't you lose track of that thing, ya hear? Mmm... I'll kill you if you do."

"I know, I know. It won't leave my sight."

It took her a few seconds to respond. When she did her voice was arid and breathy. "Yeah. Good. You do that. Whoo..."

Aohren frowned. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing! Nothing. I'm at work. Doing something with my... assistant."

"Oh. OK. Hope your day goes well."

"Yeah, it is." She chuckled. "Don't worry. You stay safe."

"I sure will. Love you."

He heard some distortion as her breath beat into the receiver. "Fuck... Yeah, love you too. Bye." She then hung up abruptly, leaving the line silent.

He frowned. That was weird.

Aohren took a cab to one of the wealthier districts of the island and climbed to the top floor of the building where his parents' condo was. All the food and clothes he would need for the week were set up for him courtesy of a local house service. He unlocked the condo via the electric keypad and stepped into that wonderful, seaside condo smell. Around him were various marine-flavored decorations. It included a taxidermy MahiMahi that had been put up by Aohren's dad, a man who had never gone fishing in his entire life. A lamp the shape of a lighthouse stood on the table next to the couch which was in front of a curved 72 inch TV. Between them was a rug made with faded colors that reminded Aohren of the paint he'd see on an old sail ship.

It was the perfect spot for a summoning circle.

He brushed the thought away, stepping over the rug as he walked towards the bedroom. It was best that he saved such worries for tomorrow.

* * *

Sleeping into the late morning was Aohren's usual habit, but here in tropical paradise he had no such luxury. The second he opened his eyes his mind was back on the book. The sun had barely finished crossing the horizon when he rolled out of bed in his underwear, not even checking to see what time it was. He took a shower and ate a quick breakfast on the couch. He put the TV on one of the local new stations, a curiosity given its Caribbean flair. However interesting it was, he couldn't stay focused given the way his bookbag lingered on the sofa just a cushion away from him.

It was too much to ignore. He had to try it.

He inhaled the rest of his breakfast and put the plate away. For a brief moment he worried that there would be no book when he opened the bag. His trip would instantly be ruined with the wrath of his sister waiting back home. Quelling any fear was the book sitting right where he had left it: leaning against his MacBook as innocently as the other things he had packed. He pulled the book out and sat back down on the couch where he began to read.

With his limited knowledge in the dark arts, much of the eldritch text in front of him looked like gibberish. It was laden with bizarre runes, unfamiliar jargon, and downright confusing illustrations. It was neat to look at, though. The deeper he flipped through the book the more elaborate things became, often drawing his scrutiny for upwards of a minute or so. But those parts were off-limits, he knew that. So much as uttering any of that nonsense the wrong way would really fuck up his trip in a bad way. He made a vow to himself that if he did anything out of the book, it would be from within the first quarter.

He perused his options. Most of them were either simple Imp summonings or curses, things that even with his novice he could accomplish. That was the kicker, of course. All this easy stuff didn't interest him. If he knew he could do it, then what was the point in trying? Summoning some lowly satyr wasn't a real accomplishment. Aolonna, and just about everyone else in his family besides him, could've done it with their eyes closed.

His gut screamed at him to stop as he started flipping deeper into the center of the book. He watched the illustrations grow thicker and more macabre. The phrasing became archaic and unrecognizable. Ingredients for summoning circles became rarer and rarer. The feeling of being in over his head daunted him, but he could not stop. He wouldn't be able to until something truly incredible nabbed his attention.

At last he came across a particularly sinister-looking set of summoning instructions. It was for a service demon by the name of Lukael. The accompanying illustration was that of a goat with a long, whippy tail. There wasn't much detail to the drawing other than his horns and face. There weren't any written descriptions of his appearance or personality. All the book described was his "physical gifts" and "willingness to please". With such alluring details was a curt warning at the end: "Will expect return of service!"

Aohren didn't know what that meant, but it didn't bother him much. So long as I don't ask him to do anything crazy, he won't expect me to do anything crazy. He scanned the summoning instructions and found them simple enough to perform on his own. All it required were a few spices, some candles, and some ink or paint to draw the circle, all of which was readily available. Aohren took a deep breath. Alright. Let's do this.

First order of business was drawing the curtains and blocking out at least a majority of the morning sun. Demons came from the deep and dark; they did not appreciate being rudely plucked into the sunlight. Aohren took extra time to make sure the summoning circle was drawn exactly to the book's specifications. Using a simple paint brush, he crafted the circle on the living room rug (he didn't have to worry about ruining it. All markings would evaporate once the barrier was broken.) He placed some candles at the points of a pentagram he had made within the circle's perimeter. Within the central pentagon he placed a few mounds of the required spices, all of which came from the lazy susan in the kitchen.

Everything was set in place. All Aohren had to do now was recite the summoning incantations. He stood back from the circle, the book cradled in his big, scaly hand. The chant rolled off his lips silently several times over before he started for real, making sure that he had it memorized. Mistakes would not be tolerated. He cleared his throat and started to speak. The language was old and dead, spoken only for the express purpose of summoning the otherworldly who had been bound long ago when that tongue was still spoken by common folk. Aohren had learned it long ago, if not to fluency. He could, at the very least, pronounce it as it was meant to be spoken, which was all he needed in this case.

The circle began to crackle midway through the chant. What little sunlight permeated through the shades began to dim like a bulb choked from its power. The circle's black paint began to glow red in the looming dark, bringing with it a low hum like that of a distant generator. Soon it outshone the sun, becoming the only light in the living room. A red aura illuminated Aohren, dashing shadows across his visage. He tried his damndest not to look directly at it, not when the words in front of him demanded every sliver of his focus.

The last syllable was uttered. With it came the violent snap of energy surging from the circle's inner pentagon. The mounds of spices began to glow that sinister red until they became a collection of blinding lights. Aohren squinted his eyes and looked away, missing the thousands of grains shuttling into the air one by one before vanishing into the ceiling. A pentagonal column of white light shoomed upwards, striking the ceiling and sending its spindling energy bolts into an outwards spray. The column widened into a cylinder, then filled out the rest of the summoning circle. The humming was loud enough to vibrate the floor beneath Aohren's feet. Had he been looking right at it he would've gone blind.

Then, just like that, the light imploded.

Zhhp!

The orange behind Aohren's eyelids disappeared in lieu of a fuzzy blue. He opened them and blinked to see the living room was dark again, illuminated faintly by the nebulous return of the sun. The crackling had stopped. In its wake was an unseen, unheard, but thoroughly felt presence of something very, very big. Aohren dared to look, praying that the summoning had gone successfully.

Indeed it had. Standing on the living room rug, contained within a territory no bigger than the TV just a few feet away, was Lukael the service demon. His body was bowed, the top of his head aimed towards Aohren. Standing out amidst the prevailing darkness were the two white stripes which ran along the ram's snout, ending where it melded with his eyebrows. More similarly colored stripes formed a headless crucifix on his chest, the arms of which reached out across his wingspan and all the way to his inner wrists. Curling backwards from his crown were bony, black horns whose tips stopped just beneath his pointed goat ears.

The demon stood up, drawing out his apex to a mere inch beneath the ceiling. He was big, very big. Aohren could not make out his silhouette very well within the dark living room, but it was enough to determine a physique absolutely shredded with muscle. That slender goat tail whipped out behind him, scraping close to the limit of the circle. Reptilian green eyes centered by cross pupils stared back at Aohren. They did not blink. They did not emote. Before them was a bridge of black snout rendered unreadable by the veil of darkness around him.

It split with the unfurling of his teeth. Lining his jaws were spikes the thickness of knives and white like ivory. Aohren could feel the heat of his breath booming through his nostrils. "Who summons me?" asked the demon. His voice ruptured the air at a low rumble, making his summoner's sphincter pucker.

Aohren gulped. The muscles lining his limbs shuddered in the cold. "I am Aohren. I have summoned you, Lukael. I bind you to serve me for as long as I require." This next part was crucial. He gulped and spoke at an even cadence, fumbling not one of his syllables. "You will obey my every command when I say them or when I say they must be done. You will obey these commands as I intend them. You will not bring harm to me or anyone else in any possible way. You will not kill me or anyone else. Your purpose here is to serve me and no other." He gulped again. "Do you understand?"

Silence followed. Fear that the demon would remain silent or respond negatively gripped Aohren. Lukael answered. "I do. I accept these terms."

Orgasmic relief almost made Aohren faint. Thank God. He snapped the book shut. "The terms have been set. Lukael, you can leave your barrier."

There was a sound like sand being poured down a tin roof as the paint surrounding Lukael began to disintegrate and levitate into the air where it vanished into nothing. Upon the last fragment's disappearance the supernatural darkness went with it, leaving the sun unhindered except for the curtains. Aohren could see Lukael's real color. His lack of silhouette in the dark was not supernatural. The fur that coated him was such a dark shade of brown that it bordered on black, lightening only around the faded edges surrounding his white marks. Tied around his waist was a ragged loincloth that hung down to his mid-calf.

His menacing snarl peeled into a much friendlier- almost goofy -grin. "Why, hello there, Aohren," said the demon. His voice was still deep, but lacked the frightening gurgle from when he first spoke. "I'm Lukael, but you can call me Luke. At your service." To Aohren's surprise, Luke put his hand over his stomach and bowed.

Aohren almost bowed back. He had to remind himself that he was in control. "Ah, nice to meet you too, Luke." His eyes scanned Luke up and down. "You're a lot bigger than the book let on."

Luke straightened out. "No, those books never do my kind justice." He looked around the living room. "Nice place you got here! A tad dreary, though, don't you think?" Before Aohren could respond Luke strutted off of the carpet towards him. Aohren felt his heart burst in his chest as the 10 foot goat approached. Instead of throttling the young dragon, Luke waltzed right past him towards the sliding doors. He opened the curtains, letting in a great flood of Caribbean sun. Aohren squinted more than Luke did. Once his eyes corrected he saw the goat demon's backside. His glutes were like two halves of a beach ball glued above his thighs. His wispy goat tail trailed behind him like a gay serpent.

Most gaudy, however, was the pendulous scrotum which dangled between his legs. The black skin was pulled taut by the weight of two orbs like ostrich eggs. Parting the skin between them was a thin river of white fuzz. His tail did a flamboyant flick, drawing Aohren's attention back to the demon's ass. There was a whole lot of him there too, juicy but strong. Aohren felt his mouth go dry. I think I'm going to have fun with this one.

"Oh, this is wonderful!" chirped Luke. He looked back at Aohren. "What part of Earth is this?"

Aohren blinked, unsure if he should command the demon back into order. "Um, the Bahamas."

"The Bahamas!" He looked back towards the ocean. "Never heard of it, but I like what I'm seeing!" Luke grabbed the sliding door's wooden handle and pulled it aside, letting in a great gust of saline air. Aohren's eyes bugged as he watched the giant beast casually step onto the balcony and absorb the sun. He took a deep whiff. "Ahhhh... That's just terrific."

"Stop!" Aohren barked.

Luke stood still with his back towards Aohren. He didn't move or say anything.

Shit! Gotta be more specific. "Get back in here."

Luke did an about face and came back into the condo with a sultry look on his face. "What's the matter?"

"Close the door."

Luke calmly slid the door shut. "Is everything alright?" he asked, clearly playing it stupid.

Aohren's heart was pumping. "I didn't tell you to go outside. I don't want anyone seeing you."

Luke cocked an eyebrow. "You didn't say I couldn't."

"No..." Shit. I'm already screwing up. "Don't do anything unless I tell you."

A sorrowful grin came across Luke's face as he shook his head. "Sorry, but you didn't bind that before you broke the barrier. Forbidding me to do something doesn't count as a command. So long as it doesn't go against the commandments you set, I can do whatever I want." Luke smiled as the horror drained Aohren's expression. "Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you. I can't after all.

Aohren gulped. His heart was beating out of his chest. "Well, that's good, I suppose. Just, don't go to the balcony or else I'll... call you back each time."

Luke bowed his head. "Understood."

"OK. Good."

"In any case, what will you have me do?"

"Well..." With all of the previous excitement, Aohren had forgotten why he summoned the demon. "I'd like you to perform sexual favors."

Luke did not flinch. "I figured. And what exactly would you have me do, or what will you do to me?"

He asked so politely that it seemed rude to tell the truth. "Uhh... I was going to fuck you. But you're waaaaaay bigger than I'd thought you'd be."

Luke tilted his head. "Surely that won't hinder you, will it?" Aohren's scales tingled as he saw the goat's crossed pupils climb up and down his body. "A tough shade dragon like you shouldn't be intimidated by the likes of me."

Too late. "No, I guess not." He took a deep breath. "Yeah, I'll fuck you."

Luke's chuckle sent vibrations through the air. "Splendid." Without Aohren's command he pulled the string on his loincloth. It drifted down the front of his legs to the floor in front of his feet. Free was Luke's cock, a limb-sized column of black flesh hanging just above the bottom slope of his balls. Peeking from the onyx-black foreskin was a fat helmet of dark pink. The smooth skin was smothered in veins. In just one manly flex the glans slid free of the foreskin, standing out in great contrast to the abject blackness that surrounded it. "Say the word, dragon boy."

Aohren didn't know if he liked being called that, but his body did. His penis bumped into the flap of his boxers, tenting them. Heart racing, now out of excitement rather than fear, he unbuttoned the tail clasp of his underwear and pulled them down. His fiery orange pecker hung out of him not-insignificantly. The flared glans were petals of flesh resembling the feathers that sprouted from his jaw. Per the standards of a shade dragon, he was fairly large. Compared to the monster that hung in front of him, however, he was just a little boy.

Luke was kind enough to flatter him. He puckered his lips into a lurid o. "Oooooh, look at you~ Aren't you something?"

Aohren fought back his blush. "Yeah? You like it?" He lifted his dick and aimed it at the demon while stroking it. "Tell me how nice it looks."

"Mmmmm, it's perfect~" Luke's huge hands crept up his torso, drifting the tips of his claws through the many lines of his muscles. "It's so big and pretty. I think I fancy myself a taste~" He fluttered his eyes. For such an intimidating beast, he was pretty gay.

Aohren liked that. He beckoned the demon over with his finger. "Come over here and kneel in front of me."

Luke strutted over, one foot in front of the other, swaying that colossal pillar like a weapon. He fell to his knees in front of Aohren, ending up eye level with him. A beastly snort blew through his nostrils, blowing across Aohren's face. "Hello~"

Aohren chuckled. "Ah, get on all fours."

"Yes sir~" Luke scooted back and got into position. It was better, but his giant head still hovered above Aohren's belt line. Before Aohren had to say something he widened his stance, bringing his face level with the dragon's erection. His burly jaw was parted slightly, letting loose a hot breath across Aohren's loins. "I think I know what you want me to do next~" purred the demon.

Aohren wasn't taking any chances. "Suck my cock, demon. Do it until I cum, and be gentle."

"Yes sir~" Without breaking eye contact, Luke opened his mouth further. Hovering out like a snake inspecting a noise from its den came Luke's tongue. Forked at its tip, it was dark and slender, emanating a heat that originated from the very origins of Luke's maw. He demonstrated its dexterity by looping it around Aohren's shaft, forming a hot, squirming helix like a barber's pole.

"Haaaaah!" gasped Aohren. It felt like a dagger of joy had been jammed through his cock, making his balls contract in their purse. Watching those alien pupils drill into his filled him with a deluge of emotions he could not describe or differentiate. He felt, love, fear, joy, discomfort, and arousal all at once, each one surging over the other to be replaced just as soon.

Luke shoved his gaped maw forward and enveloped Aohren's cock with his throat. "Ulk!" While the dragon in front of him gasped and shuddered, Luke closed his mouth, molding his lips to the girth of Aohren's shaft. Pulling on it was a powerful suction unlike anything he had experienced or dreamt of. That dagger of delight he had felt was suddenly a storm of flames glowing throughout his entire package. His knees buckled. Luke held him up by the thighs, refusing to stop until the command was met.

Aohren was on the brink of collapsing. His whole body vibrated. He had to lay a hand on Luke's head to keep himself upright. "Ahh! Ahh! Oh shit! Huhhh! Fuck!" Luke showed no mercy, retracting his head while maintaining the tight seal between his lips and Aohren's cock. In the wake of his mouth was the tip of his tongue, uncoiling back towards Luke's head like a corkscrew. Luke slid his mouth back down to Aohren's hilt, blanketing his tongue as it swirled its way back down to repeat the process.

It was too much. "Huuuuuuuuuaaaaaaahhhhh~~~!!!" Aohren's jittering escalated into full-fledged spasms as his orgasm came crashing down on him. He humped blindly as the first rope of cum spewed from his tip, striking the back of Luke's throat. More followed with just as much vehemence, but the demon did not flinch. He slurped his head back to the top section of Aohren's cock, just around the head. There he kept on sucking, slurping his lips and flicking the tip of his tongue against that sweetest of spots on the underside of his cock head.

It was torture. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh shit! Huhhhhhh!" Poor Aohren wasn't even cumming anymore. Luke was dragging out his climax to the point where he was shooting blanks, an ecstasy so insufferable that Aohren had to stop. "Ahhhhhhhh, stop, stop, stop! Pull off! Pull off!"

Luke parted his mouth finally. Mwop! His head fell back and his tongue uncoiled. Not a drop of cum was left on Aohren's dick. It was already deflating. Luke smiled up at him innocently. "Was that to your liking?"

Aohren felt like he was in space. He had to blink a few times before he remembered where he was. The afterglow was like having sex on its own. He realized that his hand was still on Luke's scalp. He patted him. "Yeah! Yeah! Holy shit. Yes. Fuck. Goddamn."

A hearty cackle rumbled out of the demon. "Good. I thought it would be." He rose to his knees, bringing himself eye-level with Aohren again. In the time he spent fellating his penis had become erect, reaching out towards Aohren like he would with one of his arms. It was not just massive thanks to Luke's overall size. Had he been scaled down to a normal height it still would've been huge. It looked like someone had stuck a poster tube to his crotch.

Aohren felt his penis shudder from intimidation. It shriveled back into him like a prey animal retreating to its den. His hands curled up in front of his belly, fidgeting the fingers together. "Holy shit. You're... big," he said with an uneasy chuckle.

"Why, thank you." Luke grabbed his cannon and stroked it, peeling the foreskin on and off the glans. "Is there something you'd like me to do with it?"

Maybe make it smaller? Goddamn. "Ah, I don't think so."

Luke nodded. "Alright. What are we going to do next?"

Aohren was still recovering from the shock of his last orgasm. His penis was half shrunken out of modesty within the presence of Luke's phallic majesty. He wrapped his two fingers around it modestly. "Let me think. I gotta... Heh... Gotta get hard first." That's if I can. I think he sucked me dry already.

"I can help you with that if you'd like. I'll have you stiff as iron in no time," Luke said.

"Uh, yeah. That sounds good." Aohren puffed out his chest. "Help me get hard again."

His stoic demeanor flinched once he saw Luke's giant paw careen out towards him. He was grabbed by the paw and yanked towards the demon like a child. His chest fell smack onto Luke's, gluing them together. That colossal pillar of his was twisted just out of the way. It stood against Aohren's hip like a fat tool, reaching out past the dragon's butt by two whole feet. His own penis was stuck to Luke's opposite hip, much more reserved.

The demon's body was like a wall of muscle and bone. It thrummed with an unnatural heat like rock that had been under the sun. There was no detectable heartbeat, but the unified flex and shift of a dozen powerful muscles that could've ripped Aohren in two on their own. He didn't have the time to say anything before Luke palmed his jaw like a doorknob and pulled it to his face. Aohren's entire snout was smothered by a pair of rough, puckered lips. That sinister tongue slipped from one mouth to another, immediately claiming it like it was its own. Aohen's eyes bugged, seeing nothing but an apathetic demon staring back at him.

That wormy muscle winded and squirmed through every facet of Aohren's mouth, tickling him with those pointy fork barbs. His throat clenched and his body shuddered. He hugged Luke for dear life, clawing at his back and beating his fists into the soft bush of fur that covered it. There was a muffled moan, one mixed with protest and delight. It was silenced by a wet gag as the tip of Luke's tongue made its way down the throat, plugging it. Luke dug down his neck, bulging it to the collar. Aorhen could not so much as grunt or scream. Attempts at inhaling were stopped by the slimy tentacle working its way through his gullet. Outweighing his arousal was the sudden onset of terror. I'm going to choke! He's killing me!

Luke had no such intentions. As abruptly as he had grabbed Aohren's wrist he drew his tongue out and unlocked their mouths. Aohren fell back with a tremendous gasp. "Guhhhhh!" Luke's tongue zipped back into his lips like a spaghetti noodle. Thhhhp! Aohren's hand was around his throat where he had felt his esophagus get stuffed. His and Luke's spit was smeared around his lips. He gasped and coughed rudely. "Koff! Koff! Koff! Huhhhhh! Ah shit!"

Luke just knelt there with a smile. His cock remained erect, patiently awaiting whatever task awaited it. "How was that? Hard enough for you?"

Aohren shot the demon an angry glare. He meant to reprimand him, but came to a stop once he noticed the weight of his loins had shifted out in front of him. Looking down he saw that his penis was as it had been before Luke sucked his soul out through it. It was stiff and ready as if nothing had happened other than the best tongue fucking a man could hope for. Aorhen rubbed it tentatively. Goddamn, it doesn't even ache.

"Well?" asked Luke.

"Yeah, that's pretty good, I guess."

Luke shrugged with false modesty. "It's the least I can do."

"Well in that case," Aorhen said before clearing his throat. He nodded towards the couch. "Bend over that couch there so I can fuck you."

Luke bowed his head. "Yes sir." The demon stood up into his full height, a curt reminder of who was the bigger between them. He sauntered over to the couch and grabbed the backrest. His feet slid across the furniture's length, lowering his backside to cushion height and parting those tremendous buttocks. He arched his back and leaned his body over the sofa so that his cocked tail whipped through the air above him. Between those massive mounds of caprine haunch was a puckered donut. Just beneath that was his scrotum, hanging all the way down to the couch cushions. He looked back at his master with a sultry grin. "How's this~?"

Aohren's penis flexed on its own. His face was on fire. "Yeah... That's just great."

"Come on then, dragon boy~" cooed the demon. "Aren't you going to fuck a big ram like me?"

That was the plan. Aohren just wished it wasn't so damn intimidating. "Yeah. I am." He approached the demon from behind, weary of the way he looked over his shoulder at him, watching his every move. Standing behind that magnificent posterior filled him with a mix of arousal and unease. It radiated a heat like from the depths of Hades, one sighing onto Aohren's crotch like an errant breeze. Luke winked his donut at him, loosening its many wrinkles and flashing its red inside. Aohren worried that the moment he stuck his dick in it he would be devoured.

Now wasn't the time for hesitation, though. He had a goat demon to fuck, and he wasn't going to stop until he had. Laying his hands on Luke's ass cheeks gave him an even better appreciation for how incredibly massive they were. Beyond that thin, soft layer of fur and blubber was a core of impenetrable glutes capable of clenching Aohren's bones to dust. He massaged them for a few moments, bracing for some rapid clench to scare him. Luke stayed still, humming contently as he felt his ass being played with.

Aohren took a quick deep breath before grabbing his cock and bringing it to Luke's backside. The tip collided with his hole. It was absolutely searing to the touch, making Aohren bristle throughout his entire body. He bit his lip, willing himself to go the rest of the way forward.

"Take your time," murmured Luke. "It's no rush."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm coming. Just... hold on." Another quick breath and Aohren pushed forward. Luke's pucker was surprisingly malleable, bowing out around the girth of his penis and hugging it once it was inside. Delight shuddered through Aohren's loins, making his eyes go crossed.

Luke purred. His tail flicked from one side to the other. "Mmmm, that's it. Keep it up, dragon boy~"

Aohren made it a few more inches, absorbing more and more of that hellacious temperature. It stung the skin of his cock but enticed him deeper. Hissing through his teeth, he pushed all the way down until at last that fat black donut coddled the hilt. He swung his hands around Luke's trunk and groaned. The feeling was pure bliss, like having his body dropped into a jacuzzi after a long day of hard work. He didn't even pull back to thrust. Staying where he was felt like heaven.

Luke took the initiative for him. His giant frame slid forward, bringing his ass to the pinnacle of Aohren's cock and bowing his pucker around the head. From there he came back down with an effeminate twirl of his hips, jostling that hot dragon pillar from side to side. A hearty moan rumbled from the demon. "Mmmmmmm, nice~"

Aohren was simply stuck, trembling on the rug like someone out of a nightmare. This, however, was no nightmare, but a dream of sexual delight rivaling the blowjob he had received not five minutes ago. His jaw was slack and his eyes rolled upwards. He was only dimly aware of the 10 foot tall, 1200 pound goat demon riding his dick like a bicycle, throwing his ass in a circle and grinding every which way to please himself and his paralyzed master.

"Ohhhh~" sighed Luke. "Hope you're enjoying this like I am~"

"Huhhhhhhh..." whimpered the man who was supposed to be in control.

"Yeah, I thought so." Luke backed himself on Aorhen slowly and with class, making sure his fat rump covered every inch of Aohren's dick. Whenever his haunches would land on Aorhen's hips he would do a little grind and twist before gliding his way back up and repeating. Beneath his master's stammering moans could be heard his own murmurs of delight. It wasn't the best dick in the world, but it was something. If anything, listening to the poor dragon squirm was most satisfying.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Aorhen's legs began to crumple as his pleasure was once again soaring towards a premature peak. His claws sand into Luke's ribs, trying their damndest to keep him upright. With the load he was about to let fly and the crippling ecstasy that would inevitably come with it, it seemed less and less likely that they could. "Fuck! Huhhh! Yes! God! Fuck!" His voice escalated in pitch to the very highest falsetto he could imagine. It came crashing down like a burning plane once his second climax arrived. "Huuuuueeeeehhhh~~~!!! Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!" Those scaly hips made miniature by the man he fucked began bucking wildly, bouncing off of Luke's ass and jiggling it. A surge of cum on par to its predecessor ripped through Luke's backside, filling the demon's innards in just a few spurts.

Luke's ears flicked backwards to enjoy his master's singing. The spurts of warmth jabbing his insides were nice, but were nothing like hearing a mortal squirm. He gripped the poor dragon with his tail hole, milking him for every sweet drop. "That's it. That's it. Cum your little heart out. Mmmmmm~" He pressed back on him, rolling his ass around until Aohren was spent.

Aohren barely stayed conscious. The only thing keeping him from keeling over was the lukewarm grip he had around Luke's torso. White hot joy glowed throughout his lower body, aching his leg muscles like he had been through a marathon. "Ahhh... Ahhh... Holy shit. Fuck. Hahhh..." He managed to take a step back from the demon, slipping his penis out into the open. It glistened in the mucous of Luke's inside, but somehow there wasn't a single fragment of cum to be seen. Luke was a cum sponge.

Luke did a happy groan before he stood up and stretched. His long goat tail did another gay flick. "Ahh, that was good. You handled that better than I thought you would. Most men just collapse into nothing." He turned to face Aohren.

Aohren shook his head and blinked. His mouth was dry. After two nut-draining orgasms he didn't think he'd be able to muster anything else after that. "Well, that's good I guess. I didn't think you'd-"

His voice was severed by a giant hand to the face. Luke had launched it from his hip so fast that Aohren didn't see it approach. His entire snout was smothered by a rough, calloused palm that reeked of brimstone. He grabbed Luke's wrist. His eyes bulged between the demon's thumb and index finger.

Looking up at the goat he saw a polite smile. "Sorry, Master Aorhen, but that's enough commands for now. I think it's time you returned your share."

Aohren felt his entire body be drawn into the demon's horrid embrace like a ragdoll. Luke palmed the back of his head and smushed his face right into the cleavage of his pecs. Aorhen screamed, only to be muffled into relative silence by the two hulking muscles that clamped his head.

"Shhhhhh, don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you," Luke said. "You know, you really should have used a proper contract. Maybe saying I won't do anything without your proper command would've worked. That's what everyone else has done."

Aohren's screamed continued. His claws dug at Luke's upper back harmlessly, fueled by immense terror and regret.

"But you did say I couldn't hurt you, so I won't do that. Honestly, I wouldn't even if I could. You're far too cute." His giant paw drifted down Aohren's back as it jerked and struggled. "Yeah, I'm gonna have fun with you, dragon boy. I know you will too~"

Aohren's head was jerked from Luke's chest. His shout was unmuffled for only a moment before it was silenced again by Luke's massive paw. He was hoisted by his head like a pup. Luke twisted him around so that his back was facing him. With one hand clamped on Aohren's face, Luke grabbed his thrashing tail and cocked it up. Luke grinned. "Mmmm, you've got a nice little tush too, you know. I'm insulted that you didn't show me sooner."

Aohren kicked his legs back at him. He managed a direct hit on Luke's balls, sending them flying out behind him through his legs. Luke didn't so much as flinch. "You can keep fighting all you want, you know. You're not stronger than me and I don't feel pain." A few seconds later and Aohren ceased his struggles. "Good boy. It'll make things easier for the both of us."

Aohren huffed into his captor's paw. His heart pounded in his chest, rushing blood through his ears until he couldn't hear. He yelped as he felt his back press into Luke's torso, making his tail fold to the side. The bottom of his nuts brushed the topside of Luke's cock. He whimpered and shook, terrified of what would come next.

Luke soothed him with a toothy kiss on the side of the neck. "Shhhhh, relax," he whispered. "You're going to enjoy it, don't worry. Like you said, I can't hurt you, neither do I intend to. I won't even be done by the time you change your mind, dragon boy."

Aohren was dragged up Luke's body by his face. He watched in horror as Luke grabbed that leviathan dick of his and aimed it up diagonally. Luke bent over slightly to lower his head from the ceiling, creating maneuver room for him to drag Aorhen over the top of his dick. Aohren was ridden up that monstrous pole like a man on a rail. Shivers of fear billowed up his flesh, reaching a climax once he felt the summit of Luke's cock fall into the crack of his ass.

With one hand on Aohren's face and the other on his hip, Luke pulled his little dragon down. A tiny eep squeaked out of Luke's palm. Aohren's tail hole stretched, and stretched, and stretched. A crushing pressure blossomed across his backside. It built and built, but did not cross the threshold into pain. By some dark magic or technique, Luke remained firmly within his contract, even while he gaped his cocksleeve to a seemingly impossible breadth.

Pop!

Aohren's pucker swallowed the head. He gripped the wrist planted to his face, scrunching his eyes shut and whimpering softly. His penis hardened into another erection, already bleeding a hectic amount of precum.

A great shoom of air blew past his ear. "Mmmmmmm, that's tight. Ohhh, I like that. Yes I do." Luke pulled him down his cock. It slowly vanished, every inch being devoured by the arduous descent of Aohren's gaped ass. He kicked and squirmed in the air, hitting nothing and going nowhere. Quelling him was the heavy crush against his prostate, instantly turning his fragile protestations into quivering moans. His eyes rolled behind fluttered lids. The drip of precum turned into a steady faucet, piling onto the rug below. The flesh of his abdomen bulged as that demonic fuck stick laid claim to more and more of his insides.

Luke impaled him to the balls. The tip of his cock reached into the border of his thorax. A hideous pouch of distended gut bowed out from Aohren's gut. Luke rubbed it, masturbating through the barrier of stretched flesh. "Ooooooh, that's tight. Mmmmmm... Never been fucked quite like this, have you?"

Aohren shook his head in Luke's paw. "Mmm-mmm..."

"No, I didn't think you did. Allow me to break you in~" Luke pulled Aohren up his cock before pulling him back down in time with a ferocious thrust of the hips. A muffled squeal rang out before echoing into a chorus as Luke continued to fuck him. He pulled the measly dragon up and down his length while those Jovian buttocks would cock back and clench, jiggling themselves. His scrotum swung like wrecking balls, slapping into Aohren's buttocks and threatening to crush them.

It certainly should've, but Aohren absorbed it like a good fuck toy. Far from resisting, he melted within Luke's hold. He surrendered to his strength, letting the physical pleasure grab hold of him and abrogate his senses. His legs bounced like rubber upon the impact of Luke's hips. The sound of his hole being plundered rang alongside the meaty collisions. Bap! Bap! Bap! Bap! Bap! The intense pressure remained, but any threat of pain was out the window. In its stead was pure, unfiltered euphoria.

Luke barely huffed through his nose. This was child's play, hardly worth any real effort. Too bad it was fun as hell watching the little dragon's body bounce off his dick like a plate of Jell-o. He noticed as Aohren's screams devolved into moans, then further into nonsensical groans. "Ahh? Are we liking it now?" Luke asked.

"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm~" Aohren gurgled affirmatively.

"Good. Then you won't interfere if I do this." Luke paused for a moment to remove his hand from Aohren's face. His snout and Luke's palm were soaked in spit. His jaw was loose and his tongue lolled. He'd officially been broken. "Heh, look at you. My little dragon boy~"

"Huhhh... Uhhhhhhhhh..."

Luke angled his dick to point at the ceiling, bringing Aohren with it. He slipped his arms underneath Aohren's armpits and laced his fingers behind his head, locking the dragon in place. He resumed fucking him, drawing his dick out and crashing it home with even greater vehemence.

Aohren didn't tell him to stop. Quite the opposite. He begged for more, although he didn't have quite the coordination to articulate that. "Huhhhhhhhh! Oh God! Huhhhh! YES! OHHHHHHHHH GOD!"

Luke cracked a big grin. He rested his chin on the top of Aohren's head. "Keep screaming, boy. Let the world know how good this dick is."

He may not have been able to tell the world, but he sure did tell the neighboring condos. Screams like a woman's belted through the living room. He tried swooning his head but was held in place by Luke's ungiving grip. He was totally trapped, making the pleasure that surged through him all the sweeter. "HUHHHHHH YES! OH FUCK! OHHHHHHHH! HUHHHHHH!"

Like anything Luke did with him, it didn't take long for him to cum. So blinding was the pleasure of it all that the climax was barely distinguishable from the rest. Rest assured, he definitely felt it. With his gaze locked forward he saw the many ropes of jizz he launched forth, painting the walls and officially ruining the rug beneath them. Luke wasn't there to absorb it this time. It all blew out of him for the condo to obtain.

"Yeah. That's it. Good boy. Cum for me." The first hints of effort blew through Luke's nose. He could feel his pleasure escalating, ready to fill the dragon boy with every drop that he had. "Mmmmmmm... Dragon boy... I'm gonna cum soon. Gonna fill you up. You ready? Don't you dare make me stop."

Aohren wouldn't have dared. He let loose a disfigured howl, begging for the new master's cum.

He got it.

"HRRRRRRRNNNGGGGGFFFFFF-~~~!!!" Luke's ass clenched as hard as it would go, crushing his balls between his hips and Aohren's thoroughly used ass. Those terrifying teeth were bared in a terrific snarl as the first load exploded out of him, ripping through his fuck toy's insides like a burst dam.

Aohren gasped. His legs jolted. With his eyes rolling into his head he let loose another zombified groan. Luke's cum swerved and billowed through every curve in his bowels. The Herculean throb of his cock was like a thrust on its own, pounding directly on his battered prostate and creating more ropes of cum.

Slooooorsh

His scaly stomach bowed out as it retained the flood of Luke's orgasm. A sort of false pregnancy materialized as yet more and more cum filled him like a balloon. Before long he was at his limit and felt it rocketing up his throat. A horrid belch echoed from his maw before he gobbed up a fat wad of white jizzum. It was hot and metallic, splurging out past his tongue and down his lips like nectar. He coughed up another wad, gagging and sputtering as his lover's product oozed down his chin and onto his cum-gut.

Luke cackled. "A little much, eh?" He looked down and saw Aohren's gut. "Wow. I'd ask when the baby's due but that would be rude of me."

Aohren panted hard, trapped between drunken stupor and blissful delirium. "Uhhh... Uhhh.. Oh fuhhh.... Gah..."

Luke kissed his cheek. "Hush. Save your energy. I'm not done with you." He grabbed Aohren's waist and pulled him off of his dick. He uncorked a huge flood of cum from his backside that splatted on the rug rudely. He put Aohren down on his feet but did not let go. He turned him around and saw his face defiled by a seminal vomitus. "Here. Let me help you with that."

He pulled Aohren back to his body so that his chin was flat on his abs. Luke leaned down and licked away all of the cum with his prehensile tongue. Aohren could only wince weakly. He kept his mouth hung lazily as Luke reintroduced that tentacular muscle and cleansed him of spunk. It retracted only when the last pearl of slime was gone. The taste lingered like a stain from the tip of his tongue to the very bottom of his gullet.

Luke grabbed his hips and hoisted him over his shoulder like a sack of grain. Aohren could only groan. "Don't get too comfortable," Luke said. "Is there a bed somewhere?" Aohren pointed towards the bedroom behind Luke. "Ah. Thank you." He lugged the cum-bloated dragon over to the bedroom, sloshing the seed in his gut like a water mattress. When he got to the door Luke had to pull Aohren off his shoulder and hold him through the doorway before squeezing his massive frame inside. He carried Aohren to the bed and laid him out with his head towards the foot.

Aohren loafed there, his belly swollen, arms limp at his side, head turned and without full lucidity. Luke's migration to the foot of bed and his mounting of it was but a distant disturbance, no more his focus than the oppressive load still trapped inside of him. The bed frame creaked loudly beneath Luke's knees. His penis slid across Aohren's face. It still reeked of dragon butt. A single droplet of cum drooled from the slit, staining his cheek. He smacked his lips and blindly reached with his tongue for more.

"Mmmm, want more, dragon boy?" Luke grabbed his limp cock and dragged it against Aohren's face like a paintbrush.

An affirmative "Ahh..." echoed from Aohren's welcoming maw.

"Good. You'll get it, but first you're gonna make me hard."

"Mmm~" Aohren brought up his hands to stroke his staff, but Luke stopped him.

"Ah, ah. Allow me." Luke walked on his knees down the mattress, over Aohren. His cock and balls dragged down the Aohren's face and torso, leaving him a thin trail of nut. Luke did an about face around Aohren's legs to face him. He picked him up, turned him around, and placed him on his knees with his face flat on the comforter below. Luke parted his buttocks with his thumb and with them his tailhole. Cum gurgled out, stopping when Luke brought his limp cock and plugged Aohren with it.

"Uhh..." moaned Aohren. His torpor vanished, replaced by shivers as he felt his insides shift. He whimpered up until he sat on Luke's balls, clenching his ring around the hilt.

Luke grabbed his shoulders and sat him up on his lap. He nuzzled Aorhen's scalp, nudging his nose on the base of his horns. His giant paws rubbed and squished Aohren's belly, gurgling the cum around and pressing into the soft cock trapped inside. Aohren's face reflected his enjoyment. He shuddered a sigh and laid back onto Luke's chest.

Luke's chest rumbled with a chuckle. "That's a good boy. Roll those hips and get this dick hard."

The summoner obeyed his servant with a fluid zeal, wiggling his backside slowly and knocking his parts against that burdensome pillar. Luke's every pulse and flex echoed through his flesh like a booming thud, making him shiver and coo. His own penis was getting hard again, eventually standing from his loins with admirable pride.

Luke fingered it gently. "Heh, you've got spirit in this little dick of yours. I'll say that much."

"Huhhhh... I thought... I thought you said it was big... Mmmm..."

"I did, only because you told me to. I've laid with plenty of shade dragons before, all of them bigger than you. I bet your sister is a bigger man than you."

"Huhhh... You met her?"

The bedroom was rocked by an explosion of laughter. "Hahahahahaha! I was only joking."

Aohren's face had never been redder. "Oh..."

Luke was back at full staff. He laid Aohren back down on the bed and removed his cum-slicked pole. Ahoren was rolled onto his back before Luke walked over him again and did another turn around. He fell over onto his hands and knees, landing his cock on Aohren's face. He grabbed the shaft. "Open wide."

Aohren obeyed. His entire vision had been eclipsed by dick. Blurred in the background was Luke's sack and thighs. Everything beyond was but an empty space, unexplored and unimportant. Luke brought his cock forward and stuffed Aohren's mouth. "Ulf!" His breath came to an immediate stop. Luke slid down his neck, bulging it like he had his abdomen. Aorhen's scrunched visage was blanketed by an avalanche of Luke's scrotum. The balls sat astride his snout like a pair of hot water balloons covered in smooth, soft fur.

Luke held himself up with his arms. "Mmmmmmmmmm~ That's good. Almost as good as your pussy." He spent several seconds savoring the grip of his cock sleeve. Beneath him were silent protests and squirms. Fists beat at his hips harmlessly. "Easy, now. Doesn't hurt yet, does it?" Luke lifted his backside, freeing his cock from Aohren's gullet and allowing a deep, hearty gasp. "Get a good breath, dragon boy. I'm not stopping until I cum, and I plan on taking it slow this time."

And he did, gliding that magnificent scepter down and along Aohren's throat, swelling his neck and breaching his stomach. Each hump was long and slow. Luke's ass would float into the air, teasingly drawing the tip of his cock to Aohren's gullet before swinging it back down. Luke kept the breath in Aohren's lungs plentiful via magic, but that did not spare him the terrible discomfort of being unable to breath. He bounced and writhed beneath him, clawing at his body and praying that he would cum soon.

Luke would, but at the cost of being smashed in the face by fat goat balls once his thrusts grew faster. Bap bap bap bap bap bap bap! The bed rocked violently. It collapsed beneath them with a loud clatter, slamming the mattress onto the floor below. It went unnoticed thanks to Luke's orgasm. "Hrrrrrrrrnggghhhhffffffuuuuuuhhhhhhh~!" His nuts were glued to Aohrens face. They swelled and contracted in their pouch as a second deluge of hot ichor blew straight into Aohren's tummy, inflating it into an even greater paunch. Cum was forced into his bowels, eventually blowing out of his tailhole with a nasty gurgle and sullying his inner thighs and tail. In the middle of it all he came too, albeit in a much more contained fashion.

Luke sat up on his knees and pulled out. He rubbed out the last couple spurts onto Aohren's gut while the poor dragon gagged up what was stuck in his throat. He sputtered and gasped rudely. Stars danced in his vision.

"That's a good boy," Luke grumbled. "Cough my fucking cum up." He slapped his dick on the summit of Aohren's stomach, sending more out of both holes. Aohren came to a rest, a defeated man. A once proud rack of abs had bloated into something like a beer belly. He absolutely reeked of Luke's cum. It sat in his maw and dried between his cheeks like molten lead, hot and heavy. "Whew. I say that's about it for me now. How about you?" Dead silence. "Yeah, I thought as much."

Luke slid off the bed and did a big stretch. His cock hung from him, finished but still proud. It shrank back towards the root. The glans vanished behind his foreskin. The deed was done. It was time to rest.

Not for Luke himself, however. He was invigorated. He went to the window and pulled up the blinds, flooding the bedroom with even more sunlight. "Wonderful!" he said. "You know you ought to be spending more time outside on the beach than summoning demons to fuck." He turned around and saw Aohren on the bed. His round cum-belly rose and fell with his breath. "But I see you're not in any condition for that, are you? I suppose you've earned your rest." He stepped back up to the bed. "I know a good resting place~"

Luke grabbed him by the trunk and sat him up. Aohren groaned. His eyes were still closed. Had they been open he would've seen the giant maw above his head gaping and then unhinging, baring those horrific teeth before they fell shut around his head. Aohren jerked suddenly. His face was swaddled in a sulfuric heat. Moist walls wetted his hair and scales. He went into Luke's throat snout-first. The demon's jaws were nearly obtuse to fit his head and horns, but they managed to descend, fitting the entirety of his head into the throat and bulging it.

Luke pulled him by the trunk while bringing his head down. Gone was Aohren's head, squeezed into a tunnel of mucous and muscle. Luke's cheeks met the girth of his shoulders, enveloping his chest and then his belly which was flattened, forcing out another belch of cum from his backside. His feet came off the bed. Luke shoved him the rest of the way through effortlessly, passing his waist and then his buttocks. Aohren's face was in his gut, a tart cavern of sloshing fluids and stinging sulfur. His snout dove right into it, followed by the rest of his upper body and torso. His feet vanished into Luke's maw. The last of him to see the light of day was the smokey tip of his tail. It vanished with a cartoonish slurp of Luke's lips.

"Ahhhh~" sighed the demon. His gut was bowed out horribly, several times worse than Aohren's had been. His meal shifted and squirmed inside of him, bulging Luke's skin with his head, limbs, and joints. "Oooooh, that's nice. Yeah, keep moving around like that. Feels nice." The impression of Aohren's face stretched the black skin in front of it before finally giving up and retreating into its new den. "Yeah, that's for the best. Rest up, master. I intend on taking full advantage of this vacation you gave me. Don't worry. I'll let you out eventually, although I don't know when that will be~"

He struggled himself through the bedroom doorway and wandered through the living room towards the balcony, completely unencumbered. He slid the door open and stepped out into the beautiful Caribbean sun, dashing his fur with its heat. "Mmmmm, feels good." Too big to sit in any of the folding chairs, he was content to stand there with his arms akimbo. His chest and horrendous gut jutted out proudly. From a neighboring balcony he heard a scream. Looking over he saw a mink woman with her paw over her mouth.

He smiled and waved. "Hello there, mortal! Beautiful day, isn't it?"

She sprinted inside and slid the door shut behind her. Luke heard the lock click.

"Oh well. Suit yourself." He took a deep breath and patted his gut. "Well, here's to a good vacation, dragon boy. I know I'll enjoy it. Won't you?"

His belly gurgled.

Luke cackled. "Yeah, me too."

THE END