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by Alice Clawford

"Ugh... what in..." Crowley groaned, his head aching and body sluggish as he woke from a daze. Had he fallen asleep at his desk again? His mind was a muddle, as he tried to remember, tried to recall what it was he was doing. He opened his eyes to see... nothing. Darkness, pitch black. He could feel that he had opened his eyes, could feel nothing covering his eyes, and yet...

He took note of what he could. He was laying on top of his bed, a mattress he was most familiar with, and he could not move his arms. He couldn't move his legs either. They felt bound together, his legs aching from how long they had been trapped together. It felt like ropes strapped all around his body, pressing his legs together, his arms behind his back, knotting at his wrists and his tail was pulled to the right.. He could hear his snake tail hissing, unhappy as he was with his current state. He was naked, his usual cloak not with him when he had been trying to cast new spells today.

It hit him. That's what he was doing. He had been trying to do a new summoning. He had gathered an old text book he'd bought online, thought to have belonged to a cult group long ago, and he happened to come upon it on the black market and purchase it.

He remembered chanting the words, lighting candles and painting the floor black with ink, mixing oils and plants and animal carcasses to summon a great being from beyond, just to see if he could.

He remembered smoke. Then...

Something brushed against his thigh. He tried to jerk away, flinching in surprise and fear, but the darkness was a blanket, even with his good dark vision.

"Who's there!? Show yourself!" He demanded, trying to sound braver than he was.

A chuckle answered him. Rather deep, yet feminine. However, the voice was not normal. It sounded like multiple women chuckling at the same time. Were there... many? Oh, he hoped not. He was in no position to bargain with many, and he was unsure if he could break the summoning circle when he didn't even know that would work. If that was what had happened.

"Crowley Crowe. Cultist Enthusiast. Dark Magician. Demonologist." The creature listed each talent he'd advertised as if it were easily obtainable. Crowley felt offended, his hackles rising slightly and a retort ready on his tongue, when two candles lit to his left and right.

He was in his room. But it was empty, void of everything he usually kept. His bookcase was usually very close to his bed, and yet it was gone. He could see nothing else of the room, and not of his kidnapper either. But, he looked down at himself, grey fur still intact and more or less immaculate, but shibari bonds were knotted around him in patterns, a pentagram across his chest, and a circle around his crotch, right where his member was and resting beneath his balls that he could feel. It was a miracle his jaws hadn't been roped together, but he knew he was probably no threat to his assailant. His arms were bound, and therefore he was without spells, without magic. He was harmless now. There was no sign of his kidnapper.

"Yes? That's me? Who are you?" Crowley asked, his voice trying to hide back the fear he felt in his heart.

Laughter in the darkness. "Let's say you can call me... Mirgath." A name Crowley did not recognise, and he had a feeling it was a false name. Real names had power, and already his enemy held more power over him than he could hope to get out of. "You summoned me. Then you collapsed. My, I had to accept this gift given to me so openly! You know just how to please me."

This left the wolf confused. A gift? Crowley hadn't left any gift?

Twitching his ears, Crowley felt the bed move slightly, sheets wrinkling beneath him and stretching as the other joined him. The wolf begun to shake, as he watched, but couldn't see anything.

Then, from the shadows, as the figure moved closer, he caught a glance. Furry knees, dark red fur he guessed, rough and wiry. There wasn't much else he could discover, as the demon kept itself too far in the darkness.

"What...?" Was all he could say.

Then, a claw came out of the darkness, red scaled arms with claws. Their index went beneath Crowley's bull ring in his nose, and pulled him forward. The wolf winced in pain, groaning slightly as he was lifted slightly off the bed up towards Mirgath. He could see nothing else new, until the eyes of the creature began to glow.

Yellow eyes. Four of them. Two pairs on each side close together, thinner than normal.

"I am the demon you summoned. And you, dear cultist, left yourself lying there as a gift. A gift to me, to do with as I please. And you..." A pause, as another arm came out of the darkness, their claws touching Crowley's chest and sliding down, down, down. "I like wolves. You're a pretty unique one, and dark colours are always my favourites." She purred, but it sounded more guttural than cute, like a bulldog growling.

"W-what do you want from me? Please, I can be a loyal subject." Crowley was not below begging for his life, as he had no idea what the demon intended to do with him.

The claw moved down, past his lower abdomen, leaving goosebumps rising from his fur, down to the knots that encircled his cock. Her claws ran a rim around the ropes, pushing just enough that Crowley could feel it. He shuddered.

"Then be loyal and speak only of the pain and pleasure I plan to inflict on you. Struggle if you wish, that'll make it more interesting." Though he could not see, Crowley imagined a grin on her face.

Of course, what the demon called pain and pleasure could very well be entirely different to Crowley's idea of it. One he'd rather not get involved in.

"H-how about... may I sug-ggest..." He tried to speak, to voice a protest, but he found the words dissolved against his tongue as the claws that spoke death and murder began moving beyond the barrier of rope. He felt it first against his balls, right underneath, teasing and tickling slowly as it brushed up his fur.

"So soft. So ready to be tainted. To think, you haven't once been taken by a demon before, have you?"

In his head, Crowley had a quip 'what do you define as a demon?' but his tongue felt swollen and his throat constricted. He was too terrified, and yet as the claw continued to tease him below, he began to see his member easing out of his sheath. He tried to pull against the restraints, embarrassed to be seen as so weak in front of a demonic being, but the demon simply tutted.

"Am I going to have to make the restraints tighter? I thought you'd rather like to have your arms and legs back after this." It was spoken so simply that Crowley took that as a promise rather than a threat. He refrained, knowing that to argue would result in pain he didn't want to imagine.

"Ah, you learn quickly. Excellent." Her claws moved to brush against his emerging cock, slowly unfurling out of its sheath in silent begging. The demon pulled Crowley slightly closer, a whimper of pain leaving him as his nose ring stung, his back hurting with his arms tied behind him and he blinked a few tears away.

The demon moved closer, and now Crowley could finally see what he was up against. He could've almost mistake it for a Satyr, or a Minotaur, but it didn't quite seem like either of them. Red skin, scaled yet the front fleshy, with large breasts Crowley found difficult to look away from, bouncing invitingly. Below the waist was wiry fur, ending in hooves he could just spot behind the demon, and legs spread slightly apart to show off her crotch, hidden from view but it left Crowley little room for the imagination. As for above the shoulders, it turned to fur once again, the same wiry red colour, a thick neck and finally long nose with twitching nostrils, two eyes on each side of the head watching his every movement. Two horns curled up, twisting like a slide and ending in a sharp point that Crowley was sure was stained with age old blood. The head was of a goat, with ears on the side that twisted and turned.

He had never seen anything like it, had never read of a demon like this. He was fascinated, how it seemed one part goat had gone missing in its creation, replaced with a scaled human body. He didn't normally find skin attractive, fur was much nicer to touch and feel, but there was something about this demon... of course, magic had ways of playing tricks on your body.

Yet, he could not fight back against his shaft lifting, he found whines leaving him as his member was stroked and his paws curled in want and desire.

"Do you find me attractive?" The words purred out of her mouth, voice light and dancing, but commanding and threatening if he answered incorrectly. He shivered again, with fear or pleasure, he wasn't sure, but he whispered a yes. The demon slowly released his bull ring, letting him fall back onto his bed, his pillow nowhere to be seen. He could see nothing but the dark ceiling, but his legs pulled against the restraints as a spark of pleasure jolted him. A claw skidded across the head of his cock, smearing pre along it that oozed slowly from him.

"Yes, I do! Hell..." He cursed, struggling to remain still as he felt the tips of her claws scratch ever so slightly against him. His arms pulled, and yet he couldn't move, he was powerless to endure as jolts and spasms attacked his body. He had entirely lost control of himself, yet she had done so little to him.

"My, you're so deprived. It's a good thing you summoned me to help you. It sounds like you've been suffering for far too long, my dear subject." A hand came to his cheek, claws pushing to his fur and digging in. His head was turned and his eyes stared back at the four yellow eyes. The cultist whined as he felt a hand grasp him, then slowly pumped him, trying to squeeze what he had to offer out, slowly but surely.

Those eyes were hypnotic, and Crowley felt himself falling the longer he looked. Inside, he chanted over and over to look away, it was dangerous, she was looking into him! To his soul! But it was too late.

No longer did he feel the bed he lay on, the bonds strapping him down. Now, he watched and saw more dark scenes. Her, using a magical penis shining in red magical mist and thrusting it deep into a vixen. She was blind folded and moaned, begging for more, thicker, harder, faster. He felt a tightening at his cock, knowing it was her doing, jacking him off and this was but a dream, a vision, that he was now falling deep into.

"You wish this was you, don't you?" A whisper in his ear, her again, and he realised with a start who the vixen was. A barista at his local coffee shop, always sweet and innocent and gave him a lovely smile, completely unaware of how dark and unhinged Crowley was, deep down. He'd envied her, and pitied her, how she was so unaware of how cruel and dark the world was, yet angry at her ignorance of it. Her smile was always so bright, so happy, so filled with hope. He couldn't see those eyes now, cloth covering over it, her tongue hanging out and drool dripping to the floor.

He felt paralysed, though he knew he was strapped and confined in the real world, his eyes were stuck watching, staring as the demon thrust her cock into the fox, in and out. His ears twitched, hearing the smacking of flesh, the groans of her desire, her voice begging, crying for more. His tail was silent, he was entirely captivated and he couldn't help the slight thrust of his hips, panting out as he watched. She was right, how he wished that was him, his cock thrusting into the fox, devouring something innocent, turning something so pure and lovely into something filthy. She frustrated him, angered him, and yet he felt arousal for her, wanting to dirty her and keep her pure at the same time.

"Then fight. Come get her, or are you a coward?" The goat demon, Mirgath, antagonised him. She thrust particularly hard, making the vixen yell and cry what could've been pleasure or pain, and Crowley watched as red splashes oozed between her legs, dripping down onto the floor and flowing out between cock and cunt. The fox shuddered, her claws tightening against the wall she leaned against, her paws curling and tail swishing frantically.

"Crowley, your tail hangs between your legs." Mirgath spat at him, then a yank at his penis caused him to yelp and whimper. He closed his eyes, pain shuddering through him, and yet he found himself still painfully aroused. He felt that band, his orgasm so close he was ready to implode, and yet nothing.

He opened his eyes, red ones glaring to yellow ones, teeth bared. The vixen had gone, the scene vanished.

"I'm... not." He spoke between breaths, but it took tremendous effort to speak as his body shuddered, wanting to curl up and grasp himself to completion with the demon out of the way. A fantasy that was never going to happen.

Mirgath's face pulled back slightly, and a huge grin, way too huge for the size of her head, grew. Huge fangs, sharp teeth, large as daggers and a smile that broke half her skull, cutting her face almost in half. No laughter left the gaping maw, a large tongue jumped up and down and Crowley feared for his life. He pulled against his restraints, his cock swaying and aching, twitching, yet it did nothing.

Then, the demon's face returned to normal and the four eyes stared back at him.

"So you say, yet you crawl like a worm in front of me. You beg, you plea, you fight feebly. You are but an ant, my plaything, until I grow bored of you. I'll take you, your seed, your blood, your soul, whatever you have to give." Crowley felt a growl deep down, yet he couldn't let it escape. It was but a whimper. Mirgath leaned forward, crawling towards the helpless cultist, pressing himself as far back into the mattress as he could. Her scaled skin grazed his cock, a small relief to the burning tightening he felt of being denied his orgasm and yet unable to do anything.

The demon's face came right to his head, taking a small but harmless bite that caused his member to twitch again.

"You are mine to do with as I wish, and you shall lie here, pathetic as you are, to endure as I take what I desire. This is the consequences of your actions, for you really should read the small print of your spells, little cultist." She hummed in his ear, bringing out a tongue and licking the inside. He yelped, ducking his head away in disgust and twitching his ear as the goat bleated out a laugh.

"What do you-"

"No barriers, no resistances, no restraints. Nothing. You opened a door to a vampire, invited her in, and now here you lay, a prize just for me."

It hit him then. Realising what he had done. He'd made a summoning circle, believing that if the circle would break, so too would the doorway. Perhaps that was true, but if he could never get to the circle then...!

"For believing yourself to be so intelligent, above all others, you are an imbecile." The goat giggled, shifting herself and now lying on top of the wolf. She was heavier than she looked, her breasts pressing down hard against his chest, his cock brushing against her wiry fur and the rope began rubbing just beneath his balls, irritating his fur. He grunted, feeling every inch of her front and being unable to not touch, not feel her there.

"I'm so excited to have a new toy. I was growing really lonely, and you're rather cute, if an idiot. But I do so love idiots." She purred, sliding a little higher, breasts dragging against his chest and moaned as his member scratched against her course fur. His paws curled, he yanked in reaction as a spark struck him, but still he was trapped. His arms began to ache with how long they'd been trapped behind him, pins and needles caused him to shift.

"I wonder how long I can play with you before you break." Mirgath hummed, a claw shifting down and grasping around Crowley's cock, angling it up, before she pressed herself down, easing the head into her. "Hmmm, not as impressive as I had hoped."

"Rather... ngh... harsh on a guy... urf... who has some pride. Ah!" Crowley grunted as hot warmth wrapped around him. It had been far too long since the last time he'd sunk his member into anything, including a toy. And a toy was nothing compared to this monster who pushed him down, held him against the bed and took what she wanted. As terrifying as it was, Crowley could not deny that deep down, he was enjoying it. He hoped his soul would survive, or if it didn't, he'd at least 'endure' this until the end.

Mirgath laughed, then sat up. Without waiting, she sunk herself all the way down, right to the wolf's balls and devoured the member within her. She slid as if she'd done it a thousand times (it wouldn't have shocked Crowley either way, considering what she was!), but it was almost too much for Crowley, who struggled not to let loose his load immediately.

"Hah! Oh Jesus, I can't...!" He gasped, struggling to hold back, needing himself to not spurt immediately. His pride had been torn into too much already, he didn't want it slashed to shreds anymore.

"Oh, what's this? Are you struggling already?" Mirgath hummed, the vibrations of her body were like electric shocks to Crowley's own, and he really struggled to keep it together. He had no words to bite back, instead he bit his tongue. The pain was just enough to ease some arousal out of him, to instead put more focus on the pain than the pleasure that was quickly becoming pain.

The demon, seeing the cultist struggling and knowing he only needed a slight push, smirked widely and clenched her abdomen muscles, her walls closing in and sucking the cock inside of her tightly.

That was the end for Crowley, as he yelled in pleasure and pain. His knot poked out from his sheath, head twitching inside the demon and spurted out ribbons of semen into the demon above him. She moaned in delight, grasping her large beasts in her claws and squeezing them together, then pulling them apart. She repeated the motion, rolling her hips and pushing down further. Her walls fought only slightly, before they too slurped up the round knot at Crowley's base.

The wolf shuddered and twitched his hips forward, working on sheer instinct now to empty himself as much into the monster as he could. She took every drop, savoured it all and clenched what little she could as the knot inside began to grow.

"My... maybe you aren't so bad after all." Mirgath purred, a claw reaching forward and stroking the pliant chest beneath her. Her other claw went to her crotch, where she began rubbing up and down, pressing hard enough that Crowley could just about feel it against his member. He twitched again, another small spurt left pitifully, until he felt like he was completely spent.

He gasped for breath, collapsing as much as he could down against the bed as the demon sat there, staring at him unimpressed.

"Ah. Mortals." She complained, but with a flick of her wrist, a bottle of clear liquid appeared within her claws at command. Crowley's tired brain couldn't even think of calculations or any explanation as to how she could achieve that, and he was even more puzzled as the demon thrust it to his lips.

"Drink it." She commanded. At first, Crowley wanted to refuse, what if it was poison? What if he'd be selling his soul? Would it capture it in that bottle once he did? But a claw reached out and grasped his muzzle, digging in hard and he opened his mouth to cry out. That was when the demon emptied the liquid into his open maw, then shut his muzzle tight, keeping it shut. She covered his nostrils for good measure, and Crowley was quickly left with no choice but to swallow. The moment he did, she let go of him, then pet his cheek.

"There we go. Good boy." She purred, stroking his mop of fur on top of his head. She rubbed his ears too, and he found that his anger quickly evaporated and felt his tail trying to twitch. It'd been silent all this time, and it still felt dormant, but slowly it was beginning to feel like it was writhing.

At first, Crowley was too busy trying to catch his breath, struggling to cool in his thick fur after the strenuousness that was having a demon fuck him. Then, he felt the coil of heat inside of his stomach. At first, it felt like after having drunk tea, nice and settling, until it refused to cool off and only grew hotter. The wolf moaned as the slight ache grew, but then tingles scattered across his entire body. Fur stood on end and a shiver as someone bulldozed over his grave.

"What...?" Was the only word he got out, before his heart began racing. He squeezed his eyes shut, pressing his forehead to the bed best he could as the heat descended, going straight to his groin. His balls sagged and his prick grew again, still within the demon, whom hadn't moved a muscle and watched with morbid fascination.

"Yes, that's much better. Ooooh, so filling~!" Mirgath giggled again, a slight bleat behind her voice which only reminded Crowley of her nature. She shifted her body slightly, and yet a thousand nerves lit up all at once within the wolf, playing havoc with his senses. He pulled against his restraints, the knots against his crotch doing more harm than good to him as they rubbed and scratched around his groin. Mirgath pressing down did worse, each part of his body that she touched felt like trails of fire burning against him, yet he needed more.

"It sounds like you're ready for a second round, hm pet?" The demon hummed, the vibrations driving the wolf mad as he thrust up. His mind had gone, the last rope holding his sanity together had been cut, sliced through and now his mind wanted only to breed and stuff his cock into the demon. She didn't stop him, but she did none of the work herself, letting the wolf jerk up what little he could whilst restrained.

She leaned forward, making sure all of her skin touched the cultist's, and he moaned in relief, tears beginning to glisten in his red eyes as he shook and shivered uncontrollably. Her breasts pushed down on his chest and she leaned her elbows on his shoulders, grinning as she stayed just out of reach for Crowley to bite her, or kiss her.

"I love playing with my followers. And you have been lovely, I've really loved our little game. I wonder how long I can make you last before you beg for it all to stop." She grins, teeth sharp and unnatural on the goat face, yet matched the four yellow eyes that stared at him. He couldn't help but stare back, words having left his thoughts, the warning from before having dissolved from his mind, not to stare in their eyes.

All rational thought burned from his thoughts. Crowley barely noticed through the corner of his eyes the room slowly getting brighter. It was barely a difference, from a dark room he recognised enough as his own, to what seemed like a basic hotel room, desk, table, kettle and the like, and a TV turned itself on behind the demon. It began playing porn, stereotypical music porn music played at first, but quickly blended into a woman flirting with her man.

"Your cock, mmmff... can you make me scream for you?"

"Oh, darling, I'm sure I can make you scream for anything. You'll be begging for me."

Normally something Crowley would've gagged at, corny and terrible lines, and yet he couldn't help the whimper that left him.

"Are you jealous?" Mirgath purred, then clenched her thighs together. Crowley yelped, thrusting upwards in quick reaction to the sudden pressure and felt an oozing of pre begin again. He almost lost it there, a pain radiating from his balls as it felt overused.

"Yes! Yes!" Crowley yelled, though he wasn't sure why. What for. To what. He just wanted her to do what she needed to, what she wanted. To get it over with. To do more, to do less, to hurt him, to help him... anything!

"Open your mouth for me." She demanded, and just barely able to understand the order, Crowley quickly obliged. He opened his maw, but then the demon opened hers. Huge daggers of teeth, so many Crowley felt he was looking into the jaws of a shark, then his eyes drew to the wriggling mass inside. A tongue... yet, it resembled a worm or a snake, long and growing in length from the darkness of her throat. Then, it shot out, diving down into Crowley's throat, pressing down against his own tongue's resistance.

The wolf choked. Or tried. His throat closed against the invader without thought, he couldn't catch his breath and yet... he felt no panic. Tears streaked down his cheeks, as the tongue thrust down his throat, then back up, then thrust down again, fucking him raw. In time with her tongue, the demon pulled herself out of the waning knot, a whimper of pain gurgled from the wolf, then thrust herself down again, matching the rhythm of the tongue.

Shuddering, shivering, quivering and completely overwhelmed, Crowley laid there and suffered sweet torture. His barrier of self control was completely gone, his weakness was on full show, and Mirgath took it all in with wide grinned glee. She hummed in approval, vibrations destroying the last of Crowley's sanity. He would've yowled, begged for more, for less, for it all if he could.

In. And out. In. And out.

His throat clamped on the tongue, desperate for breath. Darkness began to creep within his vision, and yet he didn't panic. If this was how he was killed... he found there was a lot worse ways for him to be murdered. The wolf's legs twitched, as if to try to wake him, to drag him from the Other Side. But he felt himself slowly falling, his worries almost gone, anxiety forgotten. His body burned up, muscles tightening, then letting loose. Another string of cum of his spurted into the demon above him, the beast sighing and moaning in delight.

Then, the tongue left him.

Brightness rushed back to his vision.

He gasped for breath. He collapsed on the bed. His body ached like nothing else, he hardly had the strength to lift his head again. Shivering, his heart beat fast, bringing him back and reminding him how alive he still was.

"No." A demon spoke above him, answering his unasked question. "I'm not done with you yet, my little doggy." Through blurry vision, Crowley saw a huge white grin once again and bright yellow eyes, four of them staring at him. "I'm still not satisfied, and my womb cries out, still so empty."

With no strength left in him, completely defeated, Crowley let his head fall, yet his eyes watched the demon's, and he felt himself fall back, right back into her claws over, and over, and over again.