Miscalculation
Several torches flickered as a cold draft blew down an empty stone corridor. The mage tower was normally bustling with life, but during the nighttime hours it felt deserted. The guild's mages were placed under a strict curfew to prevent mishaps. On this night, however, a lone hooded figure hurried down the corridor. Several glass vials clinked against one another as he moved, rattling in a leather pouch at his hip. Tucked beneath one arm was a heavy, leather-bound tome.
Crimson robes fluttered lightly as a chilling breeze swept down the corridor. The dark figure paused at a junction, peering around the corner to ensure that he was still alone. Michael clutched the tome tightly as he raced around the corner, pushing against a nearby door that lead to his private study. The hinges creaked noisily in protest to the sudden motion, the heavy wood door swinging reluctantly. The man ducked inside immediately and pushed the door closed, his heart racing.
"Safe at last," he breathed, pulling the hood away from his head to let it hang down. He brushed a hand through his chestnut hair, his forehead glistening with sweat.
The pale-skinned human took a moment to catch his breath as he gazed at the pouch on his waist. He reached down to undo the clasp, ensuring that none of the contents had been damaged during his hasty return. His visit to the tower storeroom had been fruitful, but more importantly, he'd managed to steal a grimoire on summoning from the library. He ran his fingers over the heavy tome, the black leather emblazoned with a gold seal in the center. Runic symbols had been meticulously carved around the seal, many of which were foreign to the man.
Michael strolled over to a nearby writing desk, sweeping aside several parchments to make room for the grimoire. He laid it out on the desk and removed his bag, resting it at the foot of the desk. He pulled up a chair as he attempted to open the clasp that held the tome shut. A jolt of energy hindered his attempt, his hand jerking back. The grimoire had been magically sealed to discourage misuse, something that he had neglected to detect.
The man shook his head as he grumbled, waving an open palm over the clasp. He muttered a few words as he focused, drawing on his teachings to remove the seal. The clasp emitted a blue pulse of energy as the enchantment was broken. Michael showed a bit of hesitation this time when he attempted to open the grimoire, but was relieved to find that no further protection had been placed on the tome. The heavy cover swung open, revealing hand-scrawled pages of depictions, lore, and various incantations.
Michael turned the pages slowly, his eyes scanning over the passages within. A few of the summoning rituals caught his interest, but eventually he breezed past. He was intent to enhance his standing in the guild by whatever means necessary, even if that meant dipping into forbidden magic. He felt like he'd been kicked around by the archmages and templar that oversaw the mage guild. He paused when his eyes fell on a depiction of a dark creature seducing a woman. Curious, he leaned closer and began to scan intently over the accompanying passages.
The section of the grimoire that had caught his attention focused on demonic summoning rituals, specifically those that involved Incubi and Succubi. The lore in the passages spoke of seduction, subconscious suggestion, and even mind-control that as practiced by demons of lust. A section describing a lust demon's ability to change their bodies at will, and even the appearance of other beings was especially appealing.
Michael chuckled as he thumbed through the pages slowly. He skimmed over the information until he found what he was looking for, considering the possibility of having a demon at his command. His fingers hovered over the necessary steps to perform the ritual, going through a checklist in his mind of the items he needed. He glanced down at the bag that he'd placed at the foot of the desk with a smirk. According to the list provided, he had everything he needed to perform the summoning ritual.
The pale-skinned human glanced back to the door, pondering for a moment. It was likely that the mages would be able to detect the magic from the ritual, so he would need to seal the door and possibly barricade it. He reached into the brown satchel at his feet and fished out a cloth pouch which contained several pieces of ordinary-looking chalk. He rose from his desk and approached the large wooden door, scrawling a ward over the surface. When it was complete he placed his hand against the door and muttered softly, a flash of light pulsing from the ward he'd drawn.
While the ward wasn't impervious and could easily be broken by higher mages, it would buy him some time if he was discovered. With some effort, he dragged a heavy bookshelf in front of the door and pushed it flat against it to further hinder anyone's attempts to enter. Satisfied that he was safe in the event of unwanted visitors, he returned to his desk. He reached into the pouch and retrieved a silver chain with an azure blue crystal hanging from the end. It was a focus crystal; an enchanted charm that would enhance his magic far beyond his innate ability.
Michael slipped the pendant over his head as he picked up the satchel and grimoire and moved to the center of the room. He slid a heavy rug over, bunching it up against the wall to expose the cold stone floor. He knelt down and rested the grimoire on the floor, open to a depiction of the summoning circle he needed. He began by drawing a large circle on the floor with chalk, followed by a pentacle. At each of the five points he carefully drew a different rune, pertaining to the power words involved in the incantation.
With the circle completed, he focused on the next section of the passage: wards. There were a number of binding wards that he would need to empower to trap the demon once it was summoned, as well as several wards to protect himself against the demon's power. He began with the binding wards, tracing several symbols around the outside perimeter of the summoning circle, between each of the points of the pentacle. Michael then drew a second, smaller circle outside of the summoning circle, bordering it with several protective wards.
He idly wondered if the wards would be sufficient as he skimmed over the steps necessary to perform the ritual. He would need to activate the circle, perform the incantation to summon the demon, activate his protective wards, then bind the demon. It seemed like a simple process, but the incantations needed to be exact, else the summoning ritual would fail, or worse.
The man's eyes scanned the pages as he picked up the tome, cradling it lightly in one hand. He placed his other hand at the edge of the circle, uttering several soft words. A blinding pulse of blue light filled his chambers, which gradually subsided to a steady blue aura. The chalk circle on the floor was now glowing serenely, awaiting the summoning incantation. The wards, however, had not yet been activated and were still chalky depictions on the floor.
Michael slowly rose to his feet and retreated to the safety of his own circle, balancing the tome on his hand. He removed the blue pendant from his neck, letting it hang from his fingers as his eyes scanned the passage of incantations. He took a deep breath, then began to utter the words contained within. An unearthly power radiated within the room at his command, his voice seeming to carry a depth that made the room vibrate. The crystal pendant in his hand began to glow as he continued. Even though he had only scanned the passage once, the words seemed to be flowing smoothly from his lips, as if he had the incantation memorized.
An eerie wind swept Michael's hair back as he spoke. The soft blue glow of the summoning circle intensified, casting a blue hue over the entire room. The air seemed to grow heavy as the man focused, pausing a moment before he continued. He extended his arm forward, the pendant glowing brightly now. Sparks of energy jumped from it occasionally as the incantation continued.
A shimmering portal crackled with energy as it opened above the summoning circle. It grew wider, introducing the faint smell of smoke to the small chamber. Michael finished the incantation with words that didn't seem to be his own. They came automatically, as if another entity had placed them in his mouth. He took a deep breath once he finished speaking and slowly lowered the pendant.
The glistening portal above the summoning circle materialized a shadowy figure, standing beyond the gate in another realm. A pair of glowing crimson eyes gazed through the portal at Michael regarding him for several seconds before an enormous hand reached through. The hand gripped the edge of the portal as if it were solid, followed by a second. The portal crackled noisily, wisps of foul-smelling smoke creeping through the ethereal gate as a looming torso pulled itself through.
Michael could sense dark energy radiating from the demon as it emerged from the portal, rising up to stand erect. The demon was easily several feet taller than himself, shrouded in darkness that obscured its form from view. The only thing the human could clearly make out was the ominously glowing eyes, which scanned the room with interest. The enshrouded demon stepped forward, reminding Michael that had hadn't yet empowered his wards. He crouched down and quickly shouted the necessary words, enveloping himself in a flash of blue light.
The demon hissed noisily and stopped, growling at the human that was impeding his advance. Michael was now surrounded in a glowing blue circle, the runic figures surrounding it glowing brightly. The next step was to bind the demon, which was easily the most complicated part of the ritual. Any interruption would leave the ritual unfinished, potentially allowing the demon to roam free. Worse still, if the summoning circle wasn't sealed, it could leave a portal open to the nether realm, allowing additional demons through.
Another growl escaped the demon's throat as he reached forward, hissing at the words that escaped the human's mouth when he began to speak. He attempted to slash at the man, but an unseen force hindered his attempt. The protective wards surrounding Michael weren't strong, but they were sufficient. The wards surrounding the summoning circle began to glow, forming chains of runic phrases within the circle of power.
The demon growled as the binding wards were empowered, restricting him to the circle. A dark fist pounded at the invisible barrier of magic surrounding the demon, but it held strong. The portal behind the demon began to shrink as Michael continued, sealing the demon to the mortal plane. The looming figure circled, his glowing red eyes scanning the room as he growled.
Michael's attention was snapped when a heavy knock vibrated the bookshelf against the door. He glanced over his shoulder, hearing a muffled voice beyond the door. He grinned to himself, returning his attention to the demon. Whoever it was, they were too late. The demon's eyes fell upon him, sending a cold shiver up the man's back.
"Show yourself, demon," Michael said confidently.
The demon growled at the demand, but he complied with the request. The darkened shroud surrounding his body seemed to melt away, revealing the looming figure to the man. The demon manifested itself as a huge anthropomorphic skunk, standing upright before the human. A thick tail flicked with silent agitation, the crimson eyes glowing as they continued to stare at Michael. The skunk was easily several feet taller than Michael, making him feel rather vulnerable.
"Why have you summoned me, mortal?" the demon growled. His deep voice made the air almost vibrate. His tone hinted at power.
"I have brought you here to serve me," Michael replied, his voice wavering a bit.
The demon snorted at the reply. "Serve a mortal? Mortals are barely fit to be serving me."
"You will obey me," Michael snapped back. "I am your master now."
The crimson eyes narrowed at these words. The skunk's tail flicked again. "I will have no master, and you're a fool for believing otherwise."
Michael focused to strengthen the power of the bindings surrounding the demon. His protective wards pulsed brightly, indicating that he was being tested by an unseen force. The demon's eyes glowed brightly, reminding Michael of what he was dealing with. He had summoned an Incubus. The demon would likely attempt to use mental attacks to weaken his resolve. He hesitated to see if his wards would stand against the demon.
"You have no power here, demon," Michael said with growing confidence.
The skunk's tail flicked as he gazed intently at the male. "Tell me your name, human."
The question struck Michael as odd, considering the circumstances. It seemed innocent enough, however, that he didn't hesitate to reply. "My name is Michael."
The demon nodded with gleaming eyes. "I am known as Malach. But you will refer to me by other names, soon enough."
Michael gazed intently at the demon, furrowing his brow. "What's that supposed to mean?"
The skunk chuckled, his voice deep and ominous. "You will know, in time."
The words were rather unsettling, but Michael stood his ground. He glanced down at the grimoire in his hand, scanning over the words to the sealing spell. He took a deep breath to clear his head in preparation, then noticed an unusual scent lingering in the air. The stench of sulfur and smoke was still wafting through the chambers from the demon's entry into the mortal plane, but there was something else. An unusually sweet, inviting aroma greeted his senses, prompting him to inhale again.
Michael distracted himself for a moment to gaze around the room. He tried to locate the source of the scent, sniffing gently as his eyes moved from place to place. He couldn't identify it immediately, so he eventually returned to the grimoire to continue. It was difficult to focus, the sweet smell proving to be quite distracting as he scanned over the passage. The demon seemed entertained by his struggle, the man beginning to fidget visibly.
"You seem troubled," the demon grinned. "Perhaps I could be of assistance."
The man's head shook. He knew better than to accept a proposition from a demon. He took a deep breath to resume his task, but the rich scent in the air flooded his body once more. The scent further clouded his mind, making it increasingly difficult to think clearly. Each breath only intensified the haze in his head, despite his attempts to focus.
"I can remedy your little problem," the skunk cooed. "All you have to do is ask."
Michael's hand lowered, still balancing the tome precariously. The demon's proposition was strangely compelling; something he normally wouldn't have ever considered. He gazed intently at the skunk, his eyes focusing on the slow, rhythmic motion of the thick, bushy tail. It was almost hypnotic. He followed the movement for several quiet seconds, distracting him from everything.
"What would you like me to do?" Michael eventually replied.
A knowing grin spread over the skunk's lips. His tail moved slowly from side to side, the motion becoming deliberately exaggerated. The man's eyes followed each flick, becoming rather entranced by the back and forth pattern. The human's will was slowly crumbling.
"Remove your wards, and come to me," the demon said softly.
Michael visibly hesitated at the demon's request. He knew that removing the wards would put him at great risk, but the offer was oddly compelling. Despite the back of his mind telling him that it was a dangerous offer, he lowered the grimoire to the floor and placed a hand on the glowing wards surrounding him. They flickered for several seconds, then extinguished. As soon as the effect of the wards wore off, Michael felt a sudden mental tug.
"Come to me, pet," the skunk-demon grinned, flexing his power now that he could sway the human without limitation.
The man rose without hesitation, stepping toward the summoning circle that the demon resided in. A furry paw extended toward him, inviting him in. Michael sauntered up to the demon, feeling a little intimidated by the skunk's looming figure. The demon's crimson eyes gazed down on him, inspecting the pale-skinned human standing before him.
"Humans are so easy to influence," the skunk chuckled, looping his arms around the human and pulling him close.
Michael attempted to struggle for a moment, but an intensely sweet smell calmed his protests. For a brief moment, he realized that the skunk had been the source of the scent the entire time. The thought was pushed out of his mind quickly, however. The skunk grinned as the male relented and settled into his soft fur, hugging the mage against himself.
"I suppose I should thank you for bringing me here. It's so much nicer on this side," the skunk chuckled, rubbing large paws over Michael's back. "Plus, if everyone is as easy to influence as you are, I'll have a considerable harem in no time."
Michael perked up at this, lifting his head up gaze up at the huge demon. "Thank me how?"
The smile disappeared from the skunk's face as he pondered, lowering his paws to the man's butt and giving it an idle squeeze. "Oh, I could think of a few ways. Though, the first addition to my harem needs a more fitting body."
A smile crept over Michael's face, the demon's influence weighing heavily on his judgment. "What would please you?"
"Oh, I already have something in mind that would suit you nicely," the skunk chuckled.
There was another firm squeeze at the man's butt, followed by an unexpected chill. He shivered as a ripple of cold spread from his butt, creeping upward along his torso. He pressed himself against the skunk to seek warmth, as the demon seemed to be radiating heat. The cold continued to crawl through his body, spreading outward as it moved.
Michael gazed down at himself and blinked, noticing his skin darkening everywhere the chilling sensation touched. Grey follicles seemed to be sprouting from his skin before his eyes, forming a thick coat of luxuriously soft fur. Most notably, though, was that his entire body was slimming, making his clothing rather baggy. His robe threatened to fall away, hanging loosely over slender shoulders. Michael shivered when the chill overtook his entire body, the change accelerating.
A pair of long, slender ears sprouted upward from the man's head, replacing the smaller lobes that previously rested there. The man's face elongated, forming a short, round muzzle covered in grey fur. Azure blue eyes blinked rapidly as the world came into unusually crisp focus, his eyesight having been less than stellar previously.
The demon's arms tightened around Michael, possessively clutching a slender bunny in his arms where a human had previously been standing. He rubbed his large paws over the rabbit's back, nearly pulling his loose robes off in the process.
"That's much more fitting of a harem boy," the demon purred into one of Michael's long, slender ears. "You'll serve me well."
The bunny blushed softly, squirming in his bunched robes. "How shall I serve you?"
"Firstly, remove the binding seals from the circle. I would like to have the freedom to leave this place."
Michael seemed to hesitate for a moment, still partially aware of the danger of freeing a demon. The skunk sensed the uncertainty, placing a finger beneath the bunny's chin. He lifted Michael's head upward so that he was gazing deep into the male's eyes, smiling gently. As soon as he made eye contact with the handsome skunk, Michael felt his doubt melt away.
"Release me from this circle," the skunk said firmly, his crimson eyes shining in the light of the summoning circle.
The bunny nodded, his ears flicking back submissively. He slowly lowered out of the demon's embrace, sinking to his knees before the large skunk. He was momentarily distracted when he realized that a pleasantly inviting aroma was rising from the demon's crotch, which was hidden beneath a loincloth. He was tempted to investigate further, but the demon's instruction came first. He placed his furred paws within the glowing circle and closed his eyes, concentrating as he uttered several soft words.
The runes in the summoning circle dimmed and flickered, but eventually faded away completely as Michael continued to speak. The demon sighed heavily with relief, placing his arms behind his neck and stretching. He took a deep breath and grinned, feeling the dark energy building in his body as the effect of the binds wore off. He stepped forward out of the circle, grinning as he slowly circled the bunny kneeling on the floor.
"I think such an obedient pet deserves to be rewarded," Malach purred. He reached up to rest a paw between the bunny's ears, tipping his head up.
The skunk stepped forward as he spoke, easing his paw over the top over the bunny's head to the back of his neck. He nudged Michael's muzzle toward him, bumping it against the soft loincloth that hang from his waist. The bunny blushed at the contact, his nose flooded with sweet musk. He wiggled his muzzle against the loose fabric, feeling a hefty package beneath. The skunk demon's hips rocked forward at the soft nuzzle, a heated growl rising from the creature's throat.
Michael rubbed his nose against the outline of the skunk's sheath, feeling the heat radiating from beneath the fabric. The demon's fingers gently tugged at the back of his head, encouraging him to continue. The bunny seemed all too eager to comply, his ears pinning back as he pushed the loincloth aside with his muzzle. He didn't even attempt to remove it, burying his head beneath the fabric and letting it drape over his ears.
The skunk's ebony shaft was beginning to protrude from a dark-furred sheath, the musky aroma growing stronger. The subtle sweet scent blended with the demon's musk, creating a seductive blend that spurred the bunny on. He tipped his head up to press his pink button nose against the emerging member, causing the demon to growl approvingly. A bead of slick precum smeared over Michael's nose, sending a wave of desire through the bunny's body.
A pink tongue poked out between Michael's lips, licking gently over the exposed length and drawing a soft grunt from the skunk's throat. The skunk's fingers squeezed the back of Michael's neck, pulling him firmly against his crotch as the bunny licked again. The glistening length was steadily pushing free of the skunk's sheath, pulsing against Michael's nose and tongue. The demon lightly ground his hips against the bunny's short muzzle, smearing intoxicating musk into his fur.
Malach's ears perked up when a heavy thud reverberated through the wood door. He growled softly at the interruption, raising a paw and flicking his fingers through the air. A crimson rune appeared on the door, burning into the wood with a hiss. Another thud shook the door against the hinges, but the noise was silenced when the rune flashed brilliantly. The room fell silent once more, save for the quiet groans of pleasure that rose from the demon's mouth.
The skunk's paw squeezed again when a deliberately firm lick graced the underside of his erect shaft. Michael couldn't help but feel a bit intimidated by the skunk's length, but it didn't deter him from pleasuring his new master. The demon's member was nearly a foot long and carried a respectable girth. The bunny idly wondered if he could fit his muzzle around it, leaving a glistening trail as he lapped over the shaft again. Only one way to find out...
Gentle fingers circled the base of the skunk's ebony shaft, gently tipping it toward the bunny's face. He paused with a small amount of hesitation as he gazed at the ominously large member. A bead of glistening pre was clinging to the slit at the tip, beckoning to him. He leaned forward and kissed the tip of the skunk's shaft, licking away the sweet fluid lingering there.
Despite wanting to take things slow, a firm grip at the back of his head, followed by a thrust of the skunk's hips shoved several inches of that thick girth into the bunny's muzzle. Michael squeaked in surprise, mindful of his teeth as the demon's member pulsed in his mouth. His tongue brushed along the underside as he took a deep breath, his nose flooded with the scent of the demon's arousal. The bunny's own length was almost painfully erect, but he was too distracted tending to the demon's needs.
Coaxed by a firm nudge, Michael eased his head back, suckling gently on the skunk's pulsing shaft. He paused to give the tip a direct lick and was rewarded with a warm spurt of pre. He pushed his lips back over the warm flesh, feeling the demon's essence embracing his body as he moved. A soft tingle crawled over his skin at the dark energy, unaware that the incubus was feeding off the bunny's excitement.
Michael began to push his muzzle back and forth over the demon's length in a slow rhythm, his tongue lapping fondly over every inch it could reach. The skunk's hips gently bobbed to match his movements, his shaft dripping now. The demon's fingers ruffled the fur at the back of his head as he watched, chuckling at the sight of the bunny's head masked beneath the loincloth.
"That's it, bunny. Get your master nice and slippery. You're gonna need it."
A slender pair of rabbit ears perked up at the demon's words. Michael was curious as to what the demon meant by it, though he was too distracted with his eager ministrations to ponder it. He pushed his muzzle farther onto the demon's shaft, beads of slick drool clinging to the corners of his muzzle as he slurped along the skunk's length. The skunk met the motion with a firm thrust, driving the last inches of his shaft into the bunny's maw.
The bunny almost gagged when the end of the skunk's length was forced into his throat, but he fought down the urge. He didn't want to upset the demon. He forced himself to relax, a reflexive gulp tugging over the skunk's member. The demon crooned at the pleasure when the bunny swallowed, grinding his hips forward against Michael's face.
"That's it, bunny. Swallow your master's cock like a good pet," he urged, his fingers pulling firmly to grind the rabbit's nose into his crotch.
Michael gulped again, his throat muscles kneading and tugging against the demon's length wetly. Warm drool was gathering in his mouth, soaking the skunk's shaft with slickness. He attempted to pull his muzzle back, but the skunk's grip on the back of his head was firm. The demon rocked his hips again, prodding the bunny's throat with his member.
"That's a good boy," the demon said with a grin. "Now, strip down and bend over for me, bunny. I hope you're ready for this."
The demon's words sank into the rabbit's mind, and his movement was almost automatic. He slowly pulled the demon's shaft free of his muzzle, letting it slide out with a soft slurp. He was reluctant to let it go, but the need to obey the demon's instruction was greater. He rubbed a paw over the demon's hip, then reached up and gently pulled his robe over his head. He was wearing a simple white shirt and dark pants underneath, which were quickly removed as well. The clothes were deposited onto the floor next to the pair, leaving the grey-furred bunny nude before the demon.
The demon's fingers beckoned toward the floor. Michael nodded and slowly turned as he sank down to the floor. He leaned forward until he was on all fours, his spade-shaped tail perked up. The skunk's fingers trailed over the shapely hips as he settled to the floor behind the bunny, bending down over him. Michael shivered lightly with anticipation as he felt the enormous skunk's body pressing against him. The demon eased himself forward until the tip of his thick length pressed beneath the bunny's tail, finding it intended target.
The bunny's ears pinned back as he felt the dripping tip against his warm entrance. The skunk didn't hesitate once he was in position, rocking his hips forward. The tense ring resisted at first, but a continued push eventually worked the end of the demon's shaft in. A sharp gasp escaped Michael's lips as the demon's thick length stretched him open. The sensation was almost painful, but the demon continued to push forward.
The bunny squirmed beneath the demon master as he was filled, feeling the skunk's hips quickly meet his presented rump. Malach growled lustily, grinding his shaft into the tight passage that was clutching his member. He hunched in to lick between the bunny's ears as he rocked his hips, his shaft pulsing heatedly inside the bunny's body. After a long moment his hips drew back, easing his member free of the bunny's hole inch by inch.
Another heavy gasp escaped Michael's lips when the demon pushed inside, driving that thick length into his body again. He trembled as the skunk began to work up to a slow, but steady rhythm of thrusts. The dull ache of his stretched backside slowly melted into pleasure as skunk's length coated his insides with slickness.
"Such a perfect body," the demon crooned as he thrust. "It feels so good, wrapped around your master."
The skunk's words made Michael blush heavily. His hips began to lightly bounce back against the male's thrusts, matching his gentle rhythm. The demon grinned at the display of excitement, easing a paw away from the bunny's hips and sneaking it between his legs. Michael's body bucked suddenly at an unexpected stroke over his own excited shaft. He nearly collapsed beneath the demon, but the skunk's firm grip at his waist kept him in position.
An approving growl rose from the skunk's throat as he felt the bunny groan heatedly, his body growing warmer. He could feel the passion radiating from his pet. He focused on the bunny as he began to thrust harder, feeding off his pet's sexual energy. His fingers squeezed over Michael's erect shaft, coating his fingers in a splash of slick pre.
As the demon's pace increased, Michael's passionate moans grew louder and needier. The thick length squeezing into his body repeatedly was almost too much by itself, but the added pleasure of the skunk's paw moving over his shaft ensured that he was quickly racing toward climax. His body trembled and rocked beneath the skunk, bouncing forward with each firm push.
Malach could sense the bunny rapidly approaching his peak, digging deep into the recesses of his mind. The energy surging through the bunny's body was almost intoxicating, spurring the skunk on. He sifted through his pet's mind until he found what he was looking for, latching on immediately. Michael felt the chill of the demon's presence in his mind, but it only seemed to enhance his pleasure. He quickly surged up to what should have been an intense orgasm, but his body didn't peak. The waves of passion continued to surge through his body as the skunk's thrusts increased.
Michael whimpered and moaned lewdly as the demon's thick length rammed into his tight passage, his hips jerking erratically. He tried desperately to grind and relieve himself into the skunk's paw as it stroked over his length, but something was holding him back. Something was denying him the climax that he so badly needed.
The skunk growled into the bunny's ear, his hips slapping against the male's rump. His body was brimming with desire, fed by the bunny's sexual high and in turn enhancing the experience for Michael. As he focused on the male's subconscious, he began to form a solid link with it. The heightened state allowed him to do so easily. He pulled at Michael's mind as he drove into his body, deliberately standing in the way of his climax. The bunny wasn't going to release until the demon was finished with him.
Malach's rhythm worked up to where each thrust was accompanied by a rough smack as the demon's hips connected with the bunny's rump. The motions worked Michael into a sexual frenzy, his body threatening to give out under him. He timed his motions to where he was first pushing his achingly hard shaft into the skunk's slick paw, then rocking his hips back to impale himself on the demon's length.
The demon breathed heavily over the bunny's ears as the familiar feeling of passion built up in his body, enhanced by Michael's excitement. He was quickly nearing his peak with the rough pace and would share the intense high with his new pet. Michael's cries of bliss were like music as the demon rammed his length deep into the bunny's stretched hole. With several deep, quick thrusts, Malach quickly worked himself to climax, growling deeply against his pet's back.
The demon released the hold over Michael that was preventing him from experiencing release in the moment that his length throbbed inside of his pet. The bunny cried out loudly, his ears pinned flat against his head as the sexual frenzy exploded in his mind. A gush of heated cream erupted from his length as the demon's hot load coated his bowels. He ducked his head down submissively as he felt the warmth spreading through his insides.
The skunk leaned down and licked the bunny between the ears as he dug deeper into the recesses of his pet's mind. With the bunny experiencing the throes of ecstasy, it was a simple task for the incubus. He found what he was seeking quickly, glowing to him like a bright beacon. The bunny wasn't aware of the demon's presence in his consciousness as he continued to empty himself onto the floor, panting and whining blissfully.
Malach focused on his pet's consciousness, a glowing crimson rune materializing that served as the demon's seal. It burned into the bunny's soul, forming a permanent mark that would bind him to the skunk. The rune glowed brightly as the skunk withdrew himself from the bunny's mind. He nuzzled at his pet's ears with a grin, giving one of them a soft nibble.
"And now, my little bunny, you are mine."
Michael was none the wiser that the skunk had branded his soul with a demon's mark. He nodded gently in response to the comment, his limbs trembling beneath his body and threatening to give out. The skunk embraced him warmly, gently nibbling on one of his ears as he began to withdraw his softening member. He pulled back until his tip slip free with a lewd pop, giving the bunny's hip a gentle pat.
"Put your clothes on, pet. The night is young, and my harem needs additions."
The bunny nodded once more as he gathered his discarded clothing, carefully rising to his feet. "As you wish, master."
Michael dressed himself slowly, still recovering from the sexual high as the demon made his way to the door. He effortlessly slid the bookcase aside and removed the seal that he had placed on the door, grinning as he peered over his shoulder. He gestured to the rabbit as Michael was pulling his robe over his head and adjusting it.
"Come, pet. We have much to do..."