The Demon's Lair by twisted_trisk

The Demon's Lair

twisted_trisk, 1st time, Anal, Anal Sex, Angel, Canine, Chipmunk, College, Demon, Erotic fiction, Gay, Girly, Goat, Human, M/M, Magic, Occult, Rape, Seduction, Sex, Shapeshifting, Violence, Virgin, summoning

#1 of Gay

A desperate college student, running from certain death, makes a rash decision and summons a demon to protect himself. The seductive creature that he calls comes to his aid, but is there a penalty for what he has done?

The Demon's Lair

Contents: Gay Sex (Human/Demon)

** ** I ran for all I was worth, terrified, shivering in fear. I was sure I was going to die, that at any moment a bullet would find my brains. My lungs ached and I knew I couldn't run much farther. Where could I really run, anyway? They had my wallet, they knew my name, they would come for me and kill me no matter what I did. That was the kind of people I'd pissed off.

Running in a blind panic down the street, past shops and houses that made up the campus, I had yet to meet another living soul. It was three in the morning though, so that was no great shock. Off in the distance I heard the baying of a dog, and my blood turned to ice in my veins. They were going to track me with a dog.

Letting out a sob of fear, I asked myself for the thousandth time how I'd managed to get myself into this. It was finals week at college, and I had been in the computer lab for most of the night. I'd been walking home, exhausted, ready to get a few hours of sleep before my test the next morning, when I'd heard a gunshot. I should have taken off running, but instead I'd gone to investigate, for whatever reason.

What I'd found, in a small alley, was a mafia execution in progress. They were slaying three men and a woman and a child, one at a time by hanging them and forcing the others to watch. One prisoner had tried to escape, but they'd shot him dead. I was terrified. I made too much noise, and before I could escape, they heard and caught me.

Suddenly, I was in line for the gallows next, forced to my knees and gagged while being tied up. I knew I was as good as dead, and it made me reckless. Before they could tie up my hands, I dove on their leader as he took my wallet to check my ID. I pummeled him before the others could react, breaking his nose and doing massive damage to one of his eyes. In the confusion, I'd run. I left the other prisoners and ran, only concerned about saving my own life, I'm ashamed to say.

How it was they hadn't shot me before I dove around the corner of the alley, I would never know, but the fatal shot never came. What ensued was a mad game of cat and mouse as they chased me and attempted to catch me, trying to surround me any way they could. I had the fear of death within me though, and had outrun them, at least for now.

But now I could hear the baying of a dog! I was ages away from my dorm and a phone, and I was encountering no one that could help me this late at night. I zigzagged randomly through the endless blocks of housing and stores that made up the campus's main residential area. I was haunted by the execution, and by what one of the executioners had been wearing; a police uniform. How could I go to the police? That crooked cop could easily be the first one on the scene no matter what I did, then shoot me and claim I resisted arrest with violence.

As I staggered around the corner of a gas station that was dark and had gone out of business, my heart gave a lurch of hope. There, in the row of houses on the next street, was a house with its lights still on! With a final burst of speed, I dove up the steps to the house's front door and frantically pounded on the door. I saw a shadow move at the window after a moment, and a moment later the door was opened a crack.

I stood there, blinking back tears in the bright light of the house. I heard a voice I recognized speak, sounding angry. "You! What in Asgard's name are you doing here!?"

I met the face before me with shocked eyes and stared, cursing my luck. The pretty, thirty-something doe goat female standing before me was the proprietor of a sorcery shop on campus. My friends and I had gone into her store a month or so ago, unable to believe such a place existed in the modern world. She was a real tree-hugger type, with no makeup, long hair in a bun, wearing a scarf and hemp clothing... She'd tried to be friendly to us and offer us help, but we'd laughed at her and made fun of her, her shop, her clothing, the items she was selling... we'd been real assholes.

She'd tried to get us to sample some of her merchandise, insisting she could prove to us that her magic did work, but it had only made us laugh at her all the more. She'd been so earnest, and had tried to be cordial even in the face of what we were doing to her, I'd even felt twinges of guilt deep down. Not wanting to lose face in front of my other friends though, I had continued to mock her.

We'd only left after we'd brought her to tears. We'd mocked her and her voodoo dolls, magic tea potions and spell books until she'd threatened to call the police if we didn't get out of her store. We'd thought it was great fun and endlessly amusing, so we'd brought all kinds of our other friends there to show them the place. She'd gotten a ton of negative customers, and I'd been to her shop no less than four times bringing others there to laugh at her.

Oh what poetic justice, for here I found myself at the front door of her home, with my only hope of survival resting on a female I'd been rotten to and made miserable for weeks. She stood in an ugly brown nightgown, with a shawl around her shoulders and an old fashioned oil lamp in her paw, staring at me with distaste and loathing, which I sadly deserved. I'm sure she would have said 'Karma's a bitch.'

Falling to my knees, I nearly hysterically sobbed and begged for her help. "Please ma'am! Please help me! I'm being chased by a bunch of men who are going to kill me! Please! Oh God, please help me!"

She obviously didn't believe me for a second. "How in the nine levels did you find my house? This constitutes stalking, and I intend to go to the police with this!" She snapped at me.

"Please, no! I swear, I had no idea this was your home, I just came to your door because your lights were on! They're going to kill me! I swear, this isn't a joke!" I cried out in fear.

She opened the door a bit farther, revealing that she was holding a revolver. "Get out of here right now." She snarled at me.

I stared at the gun, but wasn't overly frightened, as she was the least of my worries. "God! You have to believe me! Tell me what I can do to make you listen! I witnessed a mob execution! They were killing three men and a woman and child! They got my wallet, and they're after me!" I wailed in terror. "Listen, you can hear the dogs they're using to track me!"

She shook her head and started to close the door. "I'm calling the police." She grunted.

My life was saved right then because there was the unmistakable crack of a gunshot. She paused with her door halfway closed and her eyes widened. I nearly wet myself at the sound and fell forward on my face before her, sobbing. "What in the..." She started.

"Oh ma'am... I'm so sorry I was awful to you. Please, please help me." I moaned.

She was silent until I finally looked up at her with tears staining my cheeks. She stared at me with her brow furrowed. As my eyes locked into hers, an odd feeling passed over me, as if time stopped for a few seconds and something was tugging at my mind, then the feeling passed and she gasped. "You aren't lying! Come in, quickly."

She let me step inside and closed the door, but stopped me before I could take two steps. "What is going on." She said firmly, blocking me from entering any farther into her house with a paw. "Tell me quickly, rude little snotbag."

With a shivering voice, I frantically told her what had happened. She listened to my hurried story, then nodded. "I can't believe you're telling the truth, but you are." She said, shaking her head and flicking her ears. "I suppose I have to help you, don't I." I could see that she loathed me.

I nodded mutely. "Alright, first then we'll have to buy some time by throwing them off your trail." She opened the door and motioned me to go through it. "Run back out into the street, into that light pool from the streetlight a bit down the street. There's a manhole there, run around it, get down on your hands and knees and touch it and all around it."

Sure she was mad, I stared at her. "What?" I squeaked.

Waving a paw impatiently, she grunted "We need to make them think you jumped down into the sewer. Meanwhile, I'll hide you here in my house, and hide your smell from their dogs with some strong incense. If you want my help then do what the hell I tell you to instead of questioning me. Go now."

I didn't have time to argue, the dogs were getting closer. I ran down to the light and found the manhole she was talking about. I dove to my hands and knees and tried to spread as much of my scent as I could all over it, then ran back to her house. Her door was open and I dove in. "Ma'am?" I called, voice trembling.

"My name is Shananara. Shana works too. What's your name?" She replied, sounding snippy.

"C- Curt." I managed. She dumped a massive amount of what looked like sawdust or tiny woodchips into a bowl and lit it on fire with a flint and steel. The smell of horrible incense roiled off of it, the worst I'd ever smelled.

Smiling grimly, she said "Their dogs won't even be able to smell a skunk through this garbage. Alright, I'll tell them you pounded on my door but were gone before I could answer it. They'll track you to the sewer and think you've gone down in there. Here, get in this closet and hide under these blankets."

Shaking, whimpering with fear, I did as she told me and she threw a bunch of nasty wool blankets over me. "Sh... Shana, th... thank you..." I whispered before she covered my head.

She sighed and nodded. "Be silent now, Curt."

Waiting under the blankets was terrifying. Soon I could smell the stink of the incense filling the whole house, and I believed her it would burn out the dog's nose. "Here they come." I heard her grimly say.

I could barely breathe I was so scared. I could hear the dog barking loudly, and a moment later I heard them shouting to each other. "He came to this house here!" I heard, even through the walls and closed door. Then there was a loud pounding on the door. I tried to keep my sobs quiet, seeing the dead bodies clearly in my mind's eye.

I heard Shana's dainty hooves clip-clop to the door, and heard her open it. "What do you stupid kids... Oh! Oh, I'm sorry, can I help you, officer?" She said over the constant barking of the dog.

"Aww God damn! What is that stink!?" I heard a rough voice shout. Before she could answer, he asked "Ma'am, we're searching for a fugitive from justice, a murderer. He came up to your door within the last ten minutes. Did you let him inside?"

It was the policeman! I was sure she'd turn me in, for I hadn't had time to tell her one of the murderous men was an officer. I covered my eyes and listened in horror to her response. "Oh my! I'm certainly glad I didn't get to the door in time, then! Yes officer, he pounded on my door nearly as fiercely as you did just now, but I was in the other room in the middle of a séance, and by the time I could make it to the door he'd run off and there was nobody there. I think..."

Just then she was interrupted by another male voice. "Fitch! The hound picked up the trail again! He's headed off this way!"

As if she'd not been interrupted, she primly continued. "Yes, as I was going to say, I think I saw him messing with the manhole cover in the street over there, but I was anxious to get back to my séance, so I didn't wait around to see if he got the cover off, I'm sorry."

Had I just heard right? She'd helped me even though the policeman had been at the door? "Thank you ma'am." I heard him say. "Please, if he comes back this way, call me directly, here's my cellphone number. Do NOT let him into your house, OK? He's a murderer and will not hesitate to kill you if you see his face. If you have any contact with him again, call me quick."

Sounding frightened, she tremblingly said "Oh dear! Yes, certainly officer, I promise I shall! I hope you catch him!"

In the distance, I heard another shout. "Fitch! 'e went in the sewers, I think! Bruno's going ape-shit at this cover!" Then I heard the front door close and lock.

A moment later the closet door whisked open and she yanked the blankets off me. "A police officer? Curt, what in the world are you in the middle of? If I hadn't sensed you were telling me the truth about everything you told me, I would have turned you in!"

I filled in everything else I knew while she led me into her kitchen. She had a teakettle on the stove with water boiling, and she poured me a glass and put some tea leaves in it. It smelled bizarre. "...And if I go to the police, he's sure to be wired in to the call and get to me first! They have my wallet, my ID, they'll know where I live, everything! Oh Shana, I'm so scared." I cried in despair.

Thoughtfully, she mumbled "No, you certainly can't go to the police, can you? Worse than that, they can track your family through you, if they are really determined to get you, even they may not be safe."

I shuddered. I hadn't thought of that. Was there any end to the trouble I was in? I was utterly without hope.

"Shana..." I whispered. "Thank you for saving my life. I know I didn't deserve to have you lift a finger to help me." I threw my arms around her and hugged her fiercely.

She sighed and patted my shoulder, but did not hug me back. "Yes, well, unless we can figure out something quite drastic, all I've done is delayed the inevitable. Drink that tea, it will calm you down."

I took a sip, and it tasted even worse than it smelled. I started to set the cup back down, but she bluntly snapped "Drink it all right now, Curt."

I hesitated, and seeing the anger in her eyes, drank it all down. I felt a warmth spread from my stomach, and I felt suddenly surprisingly calm in the face of all that was happening. I stared down at the empty teacup in dull surprise. "My God. Your magic actually works." I muttered.

"Yes." I could hear the bitter sarcasm in her soft, cute voice. "Wouldn't it have been nice if you'd accepted my offer for a free sample when you first came in to make fun of me? Maybe I could have avoided weeks of humiliation then."

I hung my head in shame. "I've never been so wrong in my life. You're so sweet, and I was so awful. Shana, I'll take every last one of my friends into your store and make them try something to prove it to them on my dollar, I swear... that is, if I survive this."

Her hard glare softened and she smiled gently. "I'm glad you aren't too proud to admit when you are wrong. Yes, my magic truly does work, and my customers are few but loyal because of it. And more to the point, I believe magic is the only thing that can save you now."

My head shot up from where I'd been examining the cup again. "What? How?" I eagerly asked.

She sighed. "Well, you face an insurmountable foe, one who's reach you can't measure before it grabs you. They're tied in to the police, which means you cannot go to them for help. You can't hope to fight them, and if you flee, they may come after your family. So you cannot fight, you cannot run, you cannot ask for help."

Swallowing, I nodded. "Yes, that about sums it up. How can magic help?"

She took a deep breath and peered at me eagerly over her cup. "We need to cast a spell that I've never attempted before; a spell that will grant you supernatural protection. Protection that will stop bullets, will protect those who need it, will envelope you in an impenetrable shield and give you the strength to fight back." She set her glass down and put her paws on my shoulders. "We need to summon a familiar for you."

"A what?" I asked, staring at her blankly.

Looking crossly at me, she incredulously said "You've never heard of a familiar? A familiar is a supernatural creature, a demon of some kind, ripped from its home in the netherworld and brought to our world. Through magic, it is tied to its master, forced to do his bidding for as long as he wills it."

She started to pace around the room, her hooves clacking on the linoleum floor. "They can be large, immensely powerful fire demons with wings and great claws, or they can be tiny imps, barely larger than a sparrow. They can be majestic, ebon creatures with glowing eyes and powerful muscles, or they can be shambling, shuffling horrors from the grave, or even insanely beautiful succubuses, seducing their masters into bed and endless nights of decadent pleasure beyond mortal comprehension."

She whirled on me and pointed a finger in my face. "One thing they all are, though, is immensely powerful. A familiar would be able to protect you from absolutely anything that mortal men could dish out upon you. It would save your life, protecting you from all of this mess."

Could I possibly be hearing her right? "A... demon... " I weakly managed.

Raising herself up to her full height, she sniffed at me haughtily. "If you don't believe me, I can still hand you over to them, you know. You might as well get it over with, because they'll get you one way or the other."

I swallowed and shook my head. "Is it hard to cast?"

"Not at all. We would need to draw out a summoning circle using your blood, then simply recite the spell and it will be called and tied to you." Again, she looked eager to try this, like a kid on Christmas.

I felt a twinge of suspicion at this. "Have you done it before?" I asked.

Pulling her shawl close, she shook her head. "No, I only recently uncovered the spell, and have been too worried to try it on myself. Normally I would be worried to try it with you either, but like I said, you don't really have any other choice I can see. Therefore, you can help me by being my guinea pig, and I can help you by giving you a means to protect yourself."

It was insane. I turned and crept out to her front room and peeked out a window. There in the glow of the streetlight I could see they'd gotten the manhole cover off and several of them were climbing down in. Did I have any other choice but to trust her? At any moment they might discover the deception and return to her house.

"A... alright." I quietly said.

She grinned triumphantly and grabbed my hand, yanking me into a room with no windows. There were candles everywhere, making the room glow, and the middle of the floor had a circle and pagan runes drawn in chalk upon it. She grabbed a broom and swept up the chalk briskly. "Strip naked and sit down in the middle of the floor." She said, putting the broom away and retrieving more smelly incense to light.

This truly was crazy, but I was so desperate I did as she asked, feeling self-conscious to be naked in front of a pretty, if spooky, female. She scampered around, placing candles around me and throwing off her own clothes. Her fur was light gray, just off-white, and her hair was shiny black. She undid her bun and let her hair fall freely down her shoulders and back, and let it cover her small, perfectly round breasts. I was shocked at how truly beautiful she was. What a goddess!

"W... wow. Shana, you're gorgeous!" I said in dumbfounded wonder. She ignored my words as she bustled about preparing.

She then went over to a shelf and reached around some candles to grab something. When she turned, I shuddered to see it was a long, curved ritualistic dagger. I gave a gasp of fear. "What is that for?"

She stepped forward and sat down in front of me, cross-legged. "I told you, the summoning circle and runes must be written in your blood or the spell will do nothing. I only need to make a small cut, I promise, but it needs to be deep enough to bleed enough to give me what I need for the circle."

Before I could protest, she suddenly darted forward and stuck me in the arm with the tip of the blade. I gave a yell, but it was over before I'd even realized it had happened, and she was holding a cup up to the cut and milking the wound to get large drops of blood out of it. "Owch!" I managed at last.

"Hold still. I'll cauterize the wound when I have enough, so just man up." She grunted in a distracted sort of voice.

What else was there for me to do? I'd already committed, and if this could possibly help, no matter how ridiculous it seemed... I tried to remember how the tea had calmed me down, and how she seemed to be able to read my thoughts. She had to have some power, so I had to give her the benefit of the doubt and believe she could do as she claimed she could do.

"Your votes of confidence are half-hearted at best." She snorted softly, making me jump.

"You really can read my thoughts!" I yelped.

She smiled, wiping something on the cut that stopped the bleeding immediately. "Yes. Thank you for the kind thoughts about my body. I wear the clothes I wear not to hide it, but to help me be one with the earth." I blushed purple at that and looked away. When I managed to look back, she was moving around me, dipping her finger in the blood and drawing a circle and odd shapes and symbols all around me on the floor, which looked to be made of marble. Was it just me, or was the blood glowing softly?

"What kind of demon are you summoning for me?" I asked, suddenly remembering that I'd been hoping for the succubus she'd mentioned.

"Typical male, off of me and on to the next one." She snorted. "You don't get a choice, from what I can understand of the spell, the demon will be drawn to you based on the harmonic vibrations of your life force mingled with the demon's. You'll get the right demon for you, which is important when chaining a creature like that."

I shivered a bit as I watched her macabre artistry, jagged lines and odd symbols that somehow made me very uncomfortable. I shivered and tried to think of something else, but didn't succeed. She began to hum a very ugly, spooky melody.

Finishing the circle, she proceeded to dip a finger in the blood and draw symbols directly onto my skin. I swallowed, trying to think of something to say, but my mind was drawing a blank. In fact, it felt as if most thoughts were being sucked from my mind before they could form. I was sure the blood was glowing now, an unholy blue light.

Time seemed to stand still, or perhaps it was racing, I wasn't sure. I thought I could hear whispering voices that seemed to be moving around the room. I looked at her again, and froze in shock; for just a second I'd seen a goat's skull in place of her head. Somehow it dawned on me that we were dabbling in something quite beyond our comprehension.

"Shana, I don't think we should continue this." I whimpered. I could see movement out of my peripheral vision, but when I turned to look there was never anything there.

There was a feverish light in her eyes as she spoke. "Are you kidding? I'm almost done!" She lifted the cup and drizzled the rest of the blood down on my head. I was surprised by how much there was. Had I really been bleeding that hard?

She grabbed my hands in her paws, and I was shocked by how cold and clammy they were. She began speaking strange words that made my skin crawl. Her voice seemed to echo from all around us, and there was a ringing in my ears that quickly turned to roaring. I tried to call out to her and beg her to stop, when suddenly the roar peaked into a resounding boom. I was thrown out of the circle as if I'd been swept aside by a giant hand.

The circle of blood, the runes around it, and the runes on my skin all burst into flames, but I was somehow not burned. I took a breath to scream, but suddenly a black figure sprang out of the circle, as if it had been beneath the floor. As suddenly as they had appeared, the flames were gone, as was all the blood, consumed by the spell.

There, standing where the circle had been, was a creature. It unfurled its wings, slowly standing up, its back to me. It stood perhaps seven feet tall, and was powerfully muscled. It had glossy black skin, as black as the night sky, and I could see its body was naked. Red fur grew from its elbows down to its wrists, and from its knees down to its ankles. It had hooves instead of feet, also glossy red. Its black tail flicked with prehensile control, and the end of it again had a tuft of red fur on it. Red horns grew from its head, curled and vicious like a mixture of ram's and bull's horns.

It had long red hair which grew in a stripe over its head and down its back to just above its buttocks. It turned around in a circle, apparently disoriented and shocked to find itself suddenly in another place. I saw its front for the first time, and felt an icy thrill catch my chest.

Its face was that of a bull, but it had sharp, feline like teeth, bared in anger. Its eyes glowed like hot coals, and it stared about it with hatred and rage. Broad, powerful pecs gave way to perfect six-pack abs, and it had a heavy thatch of red pubic hair above an impressive charcoal black penis and heavy, generous balls. Its wings were giant and leathery, like a bat's wings.

It turned a complete circle, facing Shana again. I looked down and saw she was staring up at him in awe and delight, until it bared the three-inch long claws on its big, powerful hands and stepped towards her, snarling. Her excitement turned to terror as it stepped over her, intent on killing. "Curt! Help me! You alone control it!" She screamed as it brought a hand up and grabbed her, picking her up high into the air by the throat.

I at last found my voice and yelled "Stop!" at it. It froze in place, unmoving. "Put her down and don't hurt her!" I cried, though the room had fallen deathly silent when I'd spoken.

It immediately and gently set her down on her hooves and whirled on me, eyes wide in shock. It stared for a moment, then leapt at me, slashing at me before I could hope to order it to stay its attack. "No!" I screamed, sure it would tear me in half with its huge claws, but its hands stopped and it toppled over, crashing to the floor with a thud before its claws even touched me. It gave a keen of fright and scrambled up to a sitting position, staring at me with childlike fear.

My heart was racing a hundred miles an hour as I stared at it; my new familiar. "He's beautiful!" Shana cried exuberantly from behind it, walking around to stand next to me. I thought 'beautiful' was hardly the word to describe the creature, though it was certainly impressive.

It opened its mouth, and I could see a long forked tongue behind its sharp teeth. "Where... where am I? What is happening?" It asked. It had a deep, rumbling voice that was at once masculine and fearsome. It was blinking and looking back and forth at us.

Shana spoke up immediately. "You are on Earth, and you were brought here by a summoning spell and bound as a familiar to Curt here. He is your master and you must obey his every command as you are bound by the spell."

"Earth..." He weakly managed, and I thought I saw his eyes flicker.

"What's your name? What sort of demon are you?" Shana eagerly asked.

Slowly he turned his eyes on her and glared. "I may be bound to him, but I owe you nothing, sorceress."

Nervous as hell, I softly spoke up. "Please don't be rude..."

He turned and stared at me. Then sadly said "My name is Mardo'atha'icktin Aabra'loasho'vell'trosh. I am an Arch-Devil."

I stared at him in dawning horror. "What have I done?" I whispered. I had just bound a creature of pure evil to myself, perhaps for the rest of my life.

He stared at me "I have the same question. You brought me here, yet you do not even know why?"

I just stared, mutely. Seeing I was frozen, Shana told him of my troubles. I just stood there like a statue and gazed at him, feeling terror deep within.

When she at last finished the summary, she looked at me. "Curt, snap out of it and relax, OK? He's here to help you, and he won't hurt you, you are his master, and he is bound to you in word, deed, and even thought. He is a familiar; his very personality conforms to yours, making him the perfect servant, and maybe even friend."

"Or unwilling slave." I said, at last able to move. "Shana, this was wrong. I don't know what he is, but he's sentient, and enslaving him is just plain wrong. He didn't ask for this, nor would he wish it to happen. I can't force him to do my bidding, this is terrible. How do I set him free?"

She stared at me in shock and disbelief, but it was the demon that spoke. "You simply need to order me to be free, but are you sure you want that? Do it and I shall be forced to leave, and you shall be just as helpless as you were before you called me, with death an inevitability."

Working my jaw, I tried to understand why he would say that. "What? Why would you willingly offer to stay, and to be a slave?"

Smiling, he half-closed his glowing eyes. "Because I would love to see Earth before I am banished back to my realm. There, I am simply another demon, but here, my powers and abilities reign supreme. We normally cannot walk upon your world, but as your familiar I will be able to. I am willing to help you, Curt."

Something about it didn't feel right. Why was he suddenly eager to help, even if it meant enslavement? I was nervous and still instinctively knew I should release him, banishing him back home. As I opened my mouth, however, I thought about the fact that I was truly dead without his help. What could the harm be in keeping him? Such a beast must be able to help me, mustn't it?

Slowly I nodded. "Shana, do you think it wise?" I asked.

She shook her head. "Curt, he's bound to you, it's perfectly safe, or else I wouldn't have cast the spell! Don't release him, at least not before he helps you! He's harmless as long as you keep firm control of him."

I swallowed and looked at him. He smiled and nodded encouragingly, and it made me shudder. "Al... alright. I really do need his help." I said weakly.

Shana clapped her paws and grinned. "Now listen, he will do as you ask him, but if he is rebellious, he will follow your orders to the letter, not necessarily following the intent. First of all, I would give him an overarching order to protect your life at all costs if necessary, because you won't have time to order him to stop a bullet if you get shot in the back... but if you've ordered him to protect you, he'll stop it of his own volition."

I took that in and looked at him. He smiled and nodded encouragingly, looking friendly. "Yes, she speaks wisely. Shore up any loopholes."

"Uh... OK." I weakly managed. "What was your name again?"

He bowed his head. "It is long. My friends call me Mardo, which is sufficient."

"Mardo, please protect my life with all the powers that you have. Protect me from all assailants and keep me safe, alright?" I meekly said.

Laughing gently, he nodded. "As you order, so shall I do. You are very polite, aren't you? If you are this genuine, I shall have no problems willingly serving you."

It was all too easy, and he was acting too friendly. There was something horribly wrong here, but what? I looked at Shana. "OK, well... do you think you'll be OK?"

She nodded. "I'll keep my house strong with incense for the rest of the night. They have no reason to suspect me, and I'll even let them search my home if they return. Decide how you wish to deal with them ahead of time. You could go deal with them now as they are in the street, get it over with right away."

I slowly shook my head. "I have to think this over, I don't want to abuse his power, it could be awful."

He chuckled. "Very wise, master."

I put my clothes back on, but Shana seemed to be unconcerned with donning her own and stood naked, admiring Mardo. I could see a look of greedy excitement in her eyes. "Shana. Shana? Shana!"

She at last looked up at me. "Yes?"

"You're going to summon one for yourself, aren't you?" I said, quietly.

Nodding, her cheeks flushed pink. "Oh yes! As soon as you leave I shall! The spell works beautifully! I shall have a friend and companion, and I shall no longer have to tolerate bratty kids coming into my shop and making fun of me!"

"Shana!" I gasped. "That's horrible and petty! I don't think you should summon one at least until I can determine if it's safe or not, OK? I mean, what if he figures out some way to kill me? Or what if he kills innocent people or gets free somehow? There are so many possible problems, and I just don't trust him, do you?"

She snorted and was about to dismiss my fears, but Mardo spoke up. "Listen to him, Shana. He is making a good point. I don't yet myself know what my limits are, this could backfire for Curt. You've lived this long without a familiar, can you not wait a week or so longer so we can see what the results are of this union?

Stomping her little hoof, she cried "That's not fair! I bring one forth for you, and now you try to tell me I cannot bring one forth for myself? You are a hypocrite! And why are you helping him, Mardo?"

The demon gently reached out a hand and squeezed her shoulder. "Shana, I can sense that deep down you know we are right. Please wait for a few days."

She folded her arms over her naked breasts and bleated in frustration, but at last she reluctantly said "Alright, I will wait on one condition. The two of you have to visit me every day, and keep me informed of everything in your relationship. Fail to show up one day and I shall summon my own. Fair enough?"

I nodded. "Fair enough. Goodnight, Shana. I'll see you tomorrow, then... and..." Overwhelmed with gratitude for this exotic beauty and her gentle bravery, I threw my arms around her and hugged her fiercely. This time, she hugged me back with a happy laugh. "Thank you so much for saving my life. You are a true friend and... and very pretty and sweet." I gave Mardo one last suspicious glance, wondering what his game was, then walked out her front door with him, leaving her beaming happily at my words.

* * *

I stood in the dark, crouched behind a tree, watching them. There were about four of them posted around the manhole, and I was unsure how many were down in the sewers. "What do you wish me to do about them, master?" came a gentle whisper from behind me.

I turned and looked, and was shocked to see that Mardo had changed his appearance somehow. He now simply resembled a Black Angus bull, and was wearing studded boots, black leather pants and a black leather jacket. "What..." I gasped in shock.

Even his eyes were normal now, no longer glowing, I noted as he spoke. "I should think you would rather avoid my exposure as a demon, would you not? I can take on many forms, so I can hide myself and travel with you. But for now, tell me what you wish me to do."

Looking from him to the criminals loitering around the manhole, I was hesitant to attack them. I had no idea what he would do to them, and I felt an overwhelming sense that my wisest course of action would be to go home, get some sleep, and try to learn more about this creature. I met his large brown eyes and spoke softly. "Let's go home, OK? Can you keep them from discovering us and take me home?"

He bowed his head. "Yes, master, I can." He reverted to his normal demon form and spread his impressive, great black wings. He reached out and embraced me to him gently, even perhaps tenderly, and leapt into the air, carrying me with him. The ground shot away as he flapped his wings, propelling us over the rooftops.

I felt his warm, naked body pressed to me. I was surprised that though his skin looked tough and leathery, he was actually very soft and silky smooth, and was wonderfully warm and pleasant to touch. Curious, I reached up and ran my fingers through his bright red fur. I had expected it to be coarse, like straw, yet it was not; it was as soft as a kitten's fur. I suddenly felt a wave of elation as I looked at him... if he was as invincible as Shana seemed to think, I would be safe, my family would be safe, and I would be unstoppable.

As I mused on these things, he dropped lightly to the sidewalk leading up to the front door of my dorm. His form immediately changed back to that of a Black Angus bull again, and he smiled. "Here we are, master!" He gently rumbled.

I couldn't fathom why he was being so cordial, but I didn't say anything about it, wanting to ruminate upon what was happening before acting. Something was wrong, or at least peculiar, because he was acting nice, not what I would expect out of a demon. I led him up to my fifteenth-floor dorm room, which I shared with nobody.

I had the money through my parents for the luxury of privacy, and I had a miniature apartment of my own. One bedroom, a living area with a desk and entertainment center, a small but stocked kitchen, and a bathroom with tub and shower was all mine. "Uh... here's home." I mumbled and threw myself down on my couch, finally letting by brain begin to crunch over what was happening. Somewhere, off in the distance, I remembered that I had finals tomorrow and it was soon going to be light out.

"Oh man, it is so late and I've got a test tomorrow." I groaned.

"Then sleep, master. I will protect you while you rest. When do you wish to be awakened?" Mardo rumbled.

I could barely keep my eyes open. "Eight a.m. to make it to my test." I mumbled. Then I fell asleep, exhausted from the traumas of a most unusual day.

* * *

I awoke to my alarm going off at eight, and for a moment forgot what had happened yesterday. I stumbled my way out of bed wearing only my boxers, forgetting that I'd gone to sleep on the couch fully clothed. I grabbed some clean clothes and jumped in the shower. Clean and dressed, I walked to the kitchen and dug out some cold oatmeal I had in the fridge, throwing it on a burner and turning it on.

Suddenly, from my front room, came a gentle voice. "Good morning, master. Did you sleep well, I hope?"

I shrieked like a cheerleader and whirled around, knocking the oatmeal on the floor where it splattered everywhere. My heart racing, I gaped at him, seeing he'd changed his form to that of a tight leather wearing chipmunk. He was ultra-cute and captivating in this body. Slowly the previous night finally flooded back into my mind. He looked shocked at my reaction, and apologetically said "Oh! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to frighten you, Curt... I'm sorry you spilled your breakfast. Want me to clean it up?"

Jaw working, I tried to comprehend what now seemed like a crazy nightmare. "God, I forgot about last night." I whispered. Looking down, I saw I'd made quite a mess of the floor. "Can... can you use magic to clean it, I suppose?"

That must have been funny because he laughed heartily. "I'm not a serving maid, master." He chortled.

I still felt confused about everything. "Why offer to help, then? I thought you'd be able to wave your hand and clean it all up."

He smirked. "I offer to help because I don't have a test I must not be late for, you do." He stood up and walked gracefully into the kitchen. I was dully surprised by how beautiful and fluid-like his movements were. Chipmunks were so cute, and he was the cutest one I'd ever seen.

Tearing my eyes off him, I grabbed a bowl of cold cereal and started to eat it, wishing I had my oatmeal for a hardy breakfast before a big day. He cleaned up my mess the old-fashioned way, scooping it up into a trash bag with a spoon, then wiping up and washing off the mess. Again, he was not behaving like I would have expected a demon to act. I began to ponder him as I ate.

I didn't say anything until I'd finished eating, grabbed my backpack, and headed out with him walking beside me. "Mardo, why are you being so nice? I ripped you from your home and enslaved you, right? I would think that would make you hate my guts."

He looked at me bemusedly. "Well, yes you did, but I can't bring myself to hate you over it." He sighed happily. "Earth is much nicer than my home of fire and lava and pain. Once upon a time we demons ran freely over the face of the planet and ruled it as we chose. We took mates as we chose and enjoyed decadence on this nearly perfect, beautiful world."

Genuinely surprised by that, I stopped walking and stared at him. "What? What happened that changed that?"

Shaking his head, he sighed. "We mated and bred with numerous different sentient races while here. In fact, demons are terrifically fertile when mixed with other species, to the point of near instant and constant impregnation. The offspring was... an abomination. They were called Nephilim, stood nine feet tall, were impossibly strong, and were totally devoid of any comprehension of right and wrong."

"That sounds just like demons to me..." I muttered, half to myself.

I could tell right away I'd insulted him. He stopped and turned on me, voice sharp and angry "Do you think I am stupid? Just because I am a demon, you think I don't know right from wrong? Of course I do! All intelligent creatures do, to varying degrees."

Blushing, I nodded. "You're right. I'm sorry. What did the Nephilim do, then?"

We started walking again, and he sighed. "Imagine an utter narcissist, nearly beyond comprehension, that is completely incapable of understanding why this is wrong. If he is walking and you are in his way, he will kill you simply to get you out of his way. If he wants something, say a fire to warm himself by, he will light a whole forest on fire simply to warm himself, caring nothing of the death he might cause. If he is tired he breaks into the nearest home and slaughters the residents so he can sleep in their bed. Many of us mated with humans and furkind, and the resulting offspring threatened to wipe out all life on Earth. They were far more powerful than we were, and we ignored the problem until it was a crisis."

"So... what happened, then?" I asked in a tiny voice.

Clenching his fists, he growled "We were forced to beg the angels for help, and with our armies together, we managed to slaughter the Nephilim, every last one of them. Then, when we were weakened from battling Nephilim, the angels turned on us and routed us from the planet, banishing the few of us that remained to a world of fire and death, never to return. We have tried to break the spell they cast so we could return home for thousands of years and have failed."

Almost to the building I was to take my test in, we were walking through a park in the middle of campus, filled with massive old trees, flowers and shrubbery. Birds were chirping and squirrels scampered about, flicking their tails merrily. He swept his hands around, taking it all in. "Oh master, you do not know how beautiful and peaceful this place is! I had given up hope of ever seeing it again. You have not cursed me to slavery, you have given me freedom to return, a greater gift that you can comprehend. I will gladly serve you if I can but remain here for the rest of your life."

Stopping and staring at him, I felt shocked. "You were there when this happened? How old are you?"

Smiling, he winked at me. "I stopped counting after four-thousand years."

Looking at him solemnly, I whispered "Did you sire some of these Nephilim?"

A sly grin spread across his face. "No. My mate and I were infertile, so I am proud to say I do not have the horrors of that war, or what happened after, laid upon my conscience... not that it mattered when the angels doled out their punishment, for I was banished with everyone else."

Starting to walk again, I began up the steps into my building, glancing at my watch. The test started in five minutes. "I thought you said demons are incredibly fertile when mixing with other species. How were you infertile?"

He grabbed my shoulder and spun me around to face him right in the middle of the hall, just a few feet from the door of the classroom I was heading for. "Because of this." He said, pulled me to him, then kissed me fully and passionately on the lips. Suddenly his tongue was in my mouth, swirling around, exploring me. He tasted spicy and appealing, delicious even. His muscled body was warm, and he pressed himself fully against me, gently petting my body. I was too shocked to resist. It felt wonderful.

After a moment, he pulled back with a slurp and smiled, tenderly brushing an errant lock of hair out of my eyes. My voice an octave higher than normal, I squeaked "Oh. I... I see? Yes, I see."

Nodding, he chuckled and turned back, slipping his arm in mine and pulling me towards the classroom like a lover. "Yes, exactly. It's rather hard for two males to have offspring. I'd say it's probably impossible, actually." People who were milling around the door had seen us kiss, and I was getting impressed glances from some, and withering glares from others in the crowd.

He swept me through the door and led me down the aisle between the stadium seating of the classroom. He pulled me to the third row and we sat down together. I had a very funny fluttering in the pit of my stomach. That kiss had been... nice. I'd never kissed a boy before, never even thought it sounded appealing, but he was beautiful and exotically alluring.

A girl who'd seen us kiss took it upon herself to walk down to the front of the room and around so she could pass by us and sneer "Degenerate fags!" at us.

Mardo let out a low rumbling sound, and I looked at him to see he was scowling viciously. "Want me to kill her, master?" He murmured to me.

"Good grief, no!" I said, aghast, the romantic mood I'd been feeling towards him broken with the reminder of what he was.

Again he winked at me and patted my knee. "Relax, Curt. I was only kidding. I can do better by hurting her pride."

As he spoke, she suddenly went flying as if tripped, splatting on the floor, spilling her books everywhere, and apparently knocking the wind out of her lungs. She lay there quivering and gasping, turning red with humiliation as she tried to grab her books. I couldn't help but laugh at it along with Mardo and quite a few others.

She glanced at us, looking incredibly embarrassed and angry, scurrying off to the opposite side of the classroom to get away from the laughter. I turned back to my familiar, still upset at him. "You would actually kill someone just for saying something stupid like that? Mardo, that's awful."

He hung his head, withering under my disappointed gaze. "No, I wouldn't, not of my own choice, no. I was only kidding, master. I'd forgotten how sensitive humans are to macabre humor."

Not completely mollified, I muttered "I don't believe you. After all, that's what demons do, right? Kill?"

Looking very hurt and sad, he shook his head. "How many demons have you met before me?"

"None."

"So perhaps then you do not know very much about us, master. I am not the monster you've seemed to think I am since I arrived." He softly said, still looking hurt.

Suddenly feeling much better about him, I hesitantly reached out a hand and caught his shoulder. "Hey, I'm sorry, Mardo. I hope to learn from you in this. I admit you are nothing like I would have expected for a demon. You're very nice, and... and very cute, too."

He looked up at me gratefully. "Thank you, master. I like you. But, do keep in mind that this is not my true face, my true face is what you saw yesterday."

"I know. I thought you were beautiful when you held me as you carried me." I mumbled, blushing. He grinned at me, and I could tell he was very pleased at the complement.

Just then a bunch of students sat down too close to us to continue our private conversation, and a minute beyond that my test started. Mardo sat next to me patiently, waiting for me to be done while looking around the room. Somehow, having him there helped me focus, and I took the best test I'd ever done in my life, acing every single question with perfect answers.

* * *

"So, You're saying demons aren't creatures of pure chaos, hatred and destruction like folk tales depict them as?" I asked suddenly. My first test finished, we'd walked back through the park and sat down together under a tree. It was a beautiful day, with twinkling sunlight sprinkling down through the gently waving branches of the ancient oak we'd stopped under.

Mardo looked at me and sighed. "Is that really how Earth remembers us now? No, Curt. There was a time our peoples were friends, when humans and demons embraced each other as brothers. I would suspect that these horror stories of demons you now know are actually stories of the Nephilim, not the demons."

I thought that over for several minutes before speaking up. "Why did you try to attack me and Shana when we summoned you?"

"One second I'm eating the flesh of a kill, the next I'm standing in a room lit with candles, with two naked beings, one of which is armed with a ritualistic dagger. I was frightened and acted to defend myself." He countered, reasonably.

Nodding, I thought about that for a minute. It was Mardo who interrupted the silence first. "Master, if I may ask, how in the world did you summon me? My people have tried to come up with a spell like that since we were banished, and suddenly, just as easy as you please, I'm plucked from my world and returned to Earth. Have Earth's creatures gained magical powers since we were banished? When I was here last, there were none that could practice true magic."

There didn't seem to be any reason to not answer him. "Shana had the spell, and in the rush and fear of last night, I didn't ask where or how she'd gotten it. Uh... she said something about having found the spell. She was excited and eager to try it, apparently for the first time. I don't know anything more than that."

Distractedly, he muttered "Hummm. Interesting. I rather think I should look into that when we go to visit her today." We were silent for several minutes, then he rolled over me, where I was lying, looking up at the canopy of leaves. He knelt over me on all fours and looked down into my eyes with his lovely brown ones. "Did you like being kissed by me, master?" He cooed.

I glanced around, monumentally self-conscious. "Y... yeah. It felt really good, Mardo."

His lips so close to mine they brushed together, he whispered "I don't believe in holding back when I desire something, I take it. You are beautiful, sexy, sweet and caring. I desire you. Will you let me take you?"

My heart was pounding so hard I felt dizzy. He was captivating. "Uhhhm..." I weakly moaned.

He flicked his tongue into my mouth for a split second. "Do you analyze everything all the time, master? Why not just partake and enjoy? There need not be complex reasons behind this, just let your desires go where they will. You desire me, I can tell. Reach out and take what you want."

I reached up and grabbed him and pulled him down against me. Our tongues swirled together, and I was feeling an incredible rush as I embraced his body and ran my fingers over him. His soft fur was sleek and beautiful. He rested his weight on me and I relaxed into a long, sweet series of kisses with him.

I could feel lust enveloping me, eagerness to explore the unknown with him. Sex with a demon; the idea was too kinky for words. I was shivering and eager, kissing him long and slowly, petting him, oblivious to anyone around us, just drinking in his taste and smell. With a thrill I realized I could feel his hard-on, and that he was grinding it against mine.

We made out for a long, long time, and I luckily looked at my watch a couple minutes before my next test. I gave a yelp and pushed him off me. "Holy cow! I gotta get to my next test!" I cried and took off running.

He was beside me in an instant, easily keeping pace with my fastest sprint. "Sorry master! I lost track of time!" He whimpered, sounding embarrassed.

"Don't worry about it. I did too, Mardo. We can make it, it's just ahead in that blue building."

* * *

Another test, and I knew all the answers as if I'd written it. I was wondering if Mardo had something to do with it, but I was afraid to ask, afraid that I might just be imagining it and wouldn't ace the test like I felt I was, and would be embarrassed.

As we walked out of the building, I said "Shall we go visit Shana before we head home? Save us some time in the long run, right?"

Groaning, he looked at me pleadingly. "Master, please... I want you so badly! We can do that later, right now I just want to satiate my lust with you!"

Gulping, I stared at him with wide eyes. "I... well... OK..."

He looked overjoyed at that. "Oh, thank you, master! I've missed human companionship so much all these millennia... I promise you sex like you've never imagined."

We walked back to the dorm. I was more eager to get through the door, so I wasn't paying attention to him, but he slowed and eyed the door suspiciously. As I reached my key for the lock, he reached out and caught my hand in his delicate little paw. I looked up at him in surprise, and found him scowling and shaking his head. He leaned over to me and whispered "They are inside. What do you want done?"

My heart was now pounding for a very different reason. I shivered, feeling the fear of yesterday back upon me. How had I forgotten all about this, the whole reason Mardo was here? "What do you suggest?" I breathed into his ear.

He smiled and whispered back "Relax master, no harm will come to you, I promise. This is the sort of thing I excel in. Please have faith in me and stay calm, alright? Now, I suggest you let me examine their hearts and we see what we can see about each of them, and you can decide after that."

"Alright." I nodded. "You take control, Mardo, I'll trust you."

His eyes sparkled. "Excellent." He cooed. "First things first; why don't I become less impressive?" I watched in shock as he changed again. Suddenly he was wearing a pink tank-top with rainbows, pink fingerless gloves, and a vinyl wristband that was rainbow colored as well. Looking down, I saw he had on tight white shorts that showed off a firm, round, sexy ass and long, perfect legs. He was shagging hot and suddenly looked about as obviously gay as it is possible to look.

He winked at me. "This should put them off guard. I see you like the overall look." He said, indicating a bulge forming in my pants. His voice was soft and cute, filling me with even more raging desire.

Still staring at him, I shoved my key in the lock and predictably found the door already open. I opened the door and we walked inside. Wherever they were, they were hiding. Mardo closed and locked the door, then loudly and happily squealed, "C'mon, Curt, let's go fuck each other silly! You have such a great body, I'm dying to see you naked!"

I blushed, feeling shocked at his behavior. I opened my mouth to say something, but before I could, there was a chilling laugh from behind me. The hairs on the back of my neck prickled up, and I whirled around. There was Fitch, the crooked cop, and about eight other extremely ugly suckers emerging from my bedroom.

"Look guys," Fitch said. "Our boy here's a queer, and lookit that little piece of ass he brought home with him. Mouth-wateringly luscious, and I ain't even a fudge-packer. Hello again, Curt. Did you miss us? You didn't really think you'd gotten away, did you?"

His men laughed, and one I didn't recognize spoke up. "Sheeeit! Let's have some fun with that chipmunk when we're done with dickless-wonder here! I wanna see him take it from us all! He's so little, I wonder if he's underage?" He sounded eager, especially about that last part.

Mardo giggled sweetly and began to wind his way through the mobsters. "Let's start with loud-mouth here. Eric is his name, and boy, does he love children. He loves them lots, and twice on the weekend. The younger the better... Oohhh he's a sicko. He goes to elementary schools and gives away free drugs to the kids so they get addicted, then they can pay for their habit with whatever holes they're sporting." The chipmunk walked around him in a circle. "I think it's safe to say the world would be a better place without him, don't you think, master?"

Horrified at the matter-of-fact way Mardo was saying these terrible secrets, I mutely nodded. He turned back to the dully surprised looking thug. "Verdict's in, Eric. Time wipe your filth off the face of the planet. Oh, and incidentally, I'm four-thousand years old, so I'm definitely not underage. Diminish." As he said the last word, he touched two fingers to Eric's forehead. Like a balloon draining of its air, he deflated, withered and was gone in less than a second.

The mobsters had been watching this with confusion, but they now as one let out a cry of shock. "Mow 'em down!" Fitch yelled and slapped iron. Eight guns came up and had their triggers pulled... and not one of them made so much as a peep.

"Oops! I broke 'em all!" Mardo laughed merrily.

"Oohhhhh fuck me! Fuck me!" One of the men whispered, eyes wide.

Immediately, the demon whirled on him and advanced. "Fuck you. I can certainly do that. This one is named Tony. Predictable Italian, eh? He's a contract killer, not because he likes the money, he just likes killing. Racked up over twenty kills since he came back from the war with a bloodlust. Killed a little old lady he was robbing because he got sick of her sobbing and begging him to spare her life. What do you say, master? Brighter place without him, too?"

Again I nodded, and Mardo turned back to the man. He snatched the gun from his hand, a .357 magnum, and pointed it at his forehead. "Lemme see if I can fix it." He said and pulled the trigger. There was a deafening crack, and half of Tony's head was blown off. As the demon's fingers darted out to touch what remained of his forehead, Mardo again murmured "Diminish." Again his body shriveled up and was gone, taking the blood and brains splattered all over the wall along with it.

"Works fine, I think." He tossed the gun to another man. "Here, catch. See what you think."

Panicked, the man pulled the trigger, but again nothing happened. "Fitch, let's get outta here! That ain't no chipmunk! It's some kind 'o demon!" He shrieked and ran for the door.

"Hey, good guess!" Mardo said lazily. "Guess the jig's up, huh, master?" He resumed his normal demon form, stretching out a wing to catch the man as he dove for the door. He must have had quite a lot of strength in those wings, because he flipped the man back in the room like he was lobbing a tennis ball.

"I've got my next volunteer, I think." The Arch-Demon rumbled. "Fred's his name and fraud's his game. Steals identities, cars, merchandise... you name it. He makes bad loans, counterfeits money and jewels, oh, and kidnapping, too. All this stolen money is to pay for a gambling habit he can't control. He's killed his fair share of people, too, since it pays well. Master?"

"Get rid of him." I softly said.

"Naw! I ain't done what he said! I never gamble! I don't even know how! I..."

Just then, Mardo touched his forehead. "Diminish." He whispered and the man withered and was gone.

That was enough for the rest of the mobsters, and they charged for the door as one, shouting in fear and shoving each-other to get to the door first. They struggled with the door, but couldn't seem to get it open. "Stop." Mardo ordered, and they all froze. "Turn." He commanded and they obeyed, looking terrified.

"You are all going to die, little shits. Curt is under my protection. Ah. This next one's name is Dick, though he loathes anyone who calls him that. He's a rapist, and a darn good one. He drugs the women so they don't know it even happened, unless they notice the leaking. He killed his target's nine-year old daughter once for walking in on him. At least he has a reason for his sickness; his mother's boyfriend sexually abused him as a child. His life is pain and self-loathing. Freeing him would be a blessing to him."

The man didn't speak, merely stood up tall and stared at us so calmly it was frightening. At my signal, Mardo diminished him.

He went languidly through the whole group of frozen criminals. Two of them were merely junkies in over their heads to try and feed their habits. Seeing all the others die, they both swore they would never use again. At last there were only those two and a petrified looking Fitch left.

Standing before the two trembling addicts, Mardo rumbled. "Your crimes are not deserving of death... yet. I suggest you go and clean yourselves up, or you may end up like the rest of them. In exchange for your freedom, I have one requirement for the both of you; tell the rest of the mob what happened here, and tell them that coming after Curt is the death penalty for all who try. Now leave."

The two young men were unfrozen and instantly dove through the door, running away as fast as they could. All this left Fitch. The crooked cop looked ill with terror and was nearly passing out. "Na... na... na..." He mumbled over and over softly.

"Wow. Framing, extortion, murder, rape, drugs..." Mardo scowled at the trembling man, approaching him. "Is there any crime you haven't done, damned one?"

Fitch moved like lightning, pulling a combat knife and impaling it into the big demon's chest. Mardo gave a howl of pain, and for a brief second I thought he might be dead from a fatal blow. Fitch smiled triumphantly. "Ha! Stupid fucker, I got you! Oh man, I'm gonna torture this fuckin' kid for as long as I possibly can while his little demon buddy's lifeless eyes stare at him. I'm gonna cut holes in you and fuck 'em, kid. I'm gonna..."

His voice trailed off as Mardo's howl turned to laughter. He faltered and looked at the red-furred demon. Grabbing the knife, he simply pulled it out and tossed it aside. Looking annoyed, he growled, "Ow. Don't you think that was a little rude?" I watched in awe as the bleeding hole simply closed up on his chest. "You can't hurt me with your little human weapons, by the way." He hissed.

I was immensely relieved. Mardo really was invincible, apparently. Fitch was back to blubbering in fear, begging for his life. "I'll go the straight an' narrow, I swear! I'll never break the law again, I'll never abuse my power, just please don't kill me! I ain't a bad guy..."

Mardo looked levelly at him. "You've destroyed more lives than all the rest of them combined. You are indeed a 'bad guy.' You are the worst kind of 'bad guy,' Fitch. For instance, where's your mother?"

Spluttering, Fitch cried "I dunno! She disappeared one day! I din't have nuffin to do with it!"

The demon stepped forward, backing the trembling man up against the wall and stepped in close. "You killed her so you could get your inheritance sooner. Your own mother." He turned to me "Oh, and he's a necrophile too. He's got keys to the morgue and..."

"Stop!" I yelped. "I don't wanna know any more! Just get rid of him, please!"

Nodding, the demon turned back to the trembling man. "Verdict is in. Diminishhhhh." He said the word slower this time as he touched Fitch's forehead, and the man took quite a bit longer to shrivel up, apparently still alive as it happened. It took him about ten seconds before he was completely gone, and we were alone in the apartment.

* * *

Mardo couldn't hide his glee over what had just happened. "Ah! That was... stimulating, master. We just cleaned up filth off the streets and made the world a better place." He grinned and flexed his powerful muscles. "I can feel their life-force mixing with my own. Delicious."

His words raised a warning flag in my mind, but right now I didn't want to deal with what it all meant. Instead, I unsteadily staggered to the couch and flopped down. "M... Mar... did they really do all those things?"

He seemed to reign in his elation and sighed, stepping forward to sit down next to me. As he did, he retook the shape of the luscious chipmunk femboy, drawing my attention to his sexy beauty. "Yes Curt, it is all true. Was that too much for you? I'm sorry, I felt it would be better if you knew their crimes and why I was killing them, rather than just wading in and eliminating them all. You noticed I didn't kill the two that weren't deserving of it?"

Nodding, I slowly said "So, what happened to them? To their bodies?"

"Banished from life." He said, cryptically, looking a bit evasive, then quickly changed the subject. "With any luck that will be the end of it, because those two will go back and tell everyone what happened, but I doubt it. I think we'll get a visit from the Don and his personal soldiers next. Probably very soon, in fact. Relax, love. C'mere. You really like how I look in this form, I can tell."

Gone without a trace, it was hard to believe they'd even been there in the first place. I swallowed and remembered how horny I'd been when we'd walked in. "Uh, what makes you think that? And anyway, the mood is totally gone now." I weakly managed.

He crawled over me and straddled me, flicking his short little tail-tuft and replying to my first statement while ignoring my second. "Because whenever I take on this form your cock gets all big an' hard, an' you start panting." He cutely chirped. "Wanna make love to me in this body? You really do like it, don't deny it..."

Gulping, I breathlessly managed "Is... is that a bad thing?" For some reason I couldn't quite remember why I was so upset now. Something had just happened to make me sick... but I couldn't think what.

"Naw." He purred, shaking his head and smiling. "Bein' with a shape shiftin' demon is like havin' an endless array of new lovers t' be with. It's one of the treats you get to enjoy with me. I enjoy experiencing sex in different sizes and shapes, too!"

He grabbed me and started to kiss me, and I let go and forgot all about what had just happened. His longish rusty-red hair cascading down around his sweet face, he stroked warm little velvety paws over my chest and stomach, starting to tug around on my clothes. He tasted warm and sweet, and was intensely all over me all at once.

He yanked my clothes off, grabbing my dick in both his little paws and stroking me intently. "Mmm, what a cock. I've missed humans and their beautiful, understated sexuality so much. Such lovely, glossy skin. Yummy." He kissed the tip, then drew his tongue along the shaft, gently working the skin around on it, keeping his needle sharp claws away from poking me.

I ran my fingers through his hair, watching him licking and stroking me, worshipping my penis on his knees before me. "Wow, feels great." I muttered. He smiled cutely up at me, tracing the lattice of veins tenderly with his claw.

After several minutes of teasing foreplay, he opened his muzzle and slowly, carefully sucked me into his warm, slippery muzzle. He began to bob up and down, slowly taking a bit more of me in each time. I groaned in delight and began to play with his sexy, slender body. I slipped him out of his clothes, running my fingers down the black stripes of fur on his back and touching his adorable little penis.

His jaw chattered as I took it in my hands and smoothly slid down to sixty-nine with him. Eager and filled with uncontrollable lust, I licked my tongue along the musky length of his throbbing shaft. He moaned happily and sucked down extra hard on me as a reward.

I sucked him into my mouth and began to lick and worship his beautiful, pink, throbbing penis. Stroking his balls, I marveled at how velvety soft they were, how warm and sexy his masculine body was. I drowned myself in his sex, gasping and kissing and licking him for all I was worth. I used my tongue to play with his glans, happily tracing the edge of it, sucking the whole length into my mouth and sucking down on it, feeling it pulse against my tongue with his heartbeat.

I drew my fingers over his lovely hips, down his curved, beautiful back, squeezing his full, round ass. He spread his legs wide and began to work his hips a bit to fuck into my mouth, bobbing up and down on me vigorously at the same speed. He took a deep breath and forced my shaft down his throat. He let out a strangled gurgle sound, tensing his sleek body and letting himself gag on me, his throat constricting and attempting to force the intruder out.

I gave a howl of pleasure at that treatment, feeling him begin to slowly deep throat me in and out of his mouth. I tried to copy his movements, tasting his gloriously sexy, masculine penis, a perfect work of art. I was panting, gasping in breathless delight at the sensation of sucking off another male. It felt wonderful to be touching him, playing with him.

He gurgled, choking and gagging on me, finally pulling off of me and gasping for air. "Fuck!" He gasped. "This is hard with this little mouth!"

Before I could say anything, he dove back down on me and sucked me in. I writhed and tried hard to keep my sanity from exploding. I felt his sharp claws dig into my hips, grounding me, but also forcing me to lay still so he could better suck me. I bit my knuckle and wailed "Oh God! A demon is sucking me off! This feels incredible!"

He giggled at that, playing my balls through his paw. I tightened up, wanting to fill him up, but he seemed to sense I was charging the breaking point, because he pulled off of me with a choking gasp. "What? No! Don't stop!" I whined.

He laughed. "Oh, you'll like this even better, sexy. Here." He rolled around onto his knees, then lay his head down on the bed and reached his paws back to his lovely round ass, pulling it wide apart. "Ram that rod down my fuck-hole, Curt. Do it hard and fast, don't pussy it. Ram it in and don't be gentle with me."

I spat on my dick. "You're sure, babe?"

"Don't question a demon. I like it rough, little boy." He growled, and I felt a twinge of fear towards him at that. I did as he asked, poking his hole until I caught in it, then slammed it into him. He howled in pain and ecstasy.

I couldn't believe this was what he wanted, but he shouted "Satan damn, that hurts! Harder, Curt! You can do it harder than that! Punish me, make me scream!"

I pulled back and punched it in hard. He shrieked in delight and agony, and feeling a bit panicked, I started to pummel him as hard as he seemed to want. Tears flowed from his wide eyes, he tore my bed to ribbons with his claws, and it felt like I was tearing his little body in half with my aggressive fucking.

Smoke began to pour from his mouth, and as he looked back at me I saw his eyes were glowing. "FUCK! More!" He roared.

I grabbed his hands and used them like reigns, yanking his body back into my dick as I packed into him as hard as I could. He was deliciously luscious. I slammed my whole weight down on his ass, snarling "OK then, take the fucking of your damn life!"

He bellowed unintelligibly, and with a few more earth-shattering slams, I felt my orgasm coming on. "I'm gonna cum, and I'm gonna do it where I God-damn please, and that's up your smoking hot little ass, you faggot!" I shouted and blew my load into him.

"Yessssss!" He roared, flames licking from his mouth. I filled him with my seed, overcome with the act of dominating him. He was loving it, too, and I felt him grab his own penis and work it, then felt him spasm and clench his bottom on me, signaling his own orgasm.

I'd never cum that hard in my life, and I gritted my teeth and saw stars it was so intense. He moaned and sobbed in delight as he shot demon sperm all over my bed. I felt like his anus was so hot I was melting, and cumming buckets into his juicy, abused ass. I pumped into his body a couple more times for good measure, and lay still, panting.

"Uhng. Was that what you needed, Mardo?" I said as I tried to catch my breath.

"Oh yes!" He sobbed. "It was beyond perfect! I feel so fucked and violated!"

I gulped. "Is that a good thing?"

He reared up and turned around, pulling me out of his ass with a wet slurch. He kissed me full on the lips and cooed "Yes, it's a very, very good thing, my pet. If you are going to be a demon's master, you'd better be willing to dominate him. You were spectacular." He grinned and winked.

I felt a wave of uncertainty at that, but I buried my feelings quickly, kissing him and enjoying my new lover. That had felt incredible.

* * *

Shana was sitting behind the counter of her little sorcery shop when we walked in. She looked up and saw me, and for a brief instant I saw fear in her eyes, an instinctive response to seeing me entering her shop. It was gone in an instant and she smiled. "Hello Curt! Where's Mardo?"

"Right here!" The sleek little chipmunk said from beside me, where he stood with both his arms wrapped around my right. It felt odd, a small, feminine, obviously gay male hanging on my arm like a pet or a piece of jewelry. I was feeling confusion over our wild sex, wondering if I had made a very big, very frightening mistake. Somehow, he was acting very triumphant, and that made me worried.

The female goat stared in surprise at the small, cute male wearing pink and rainbows all over his clothes. "Are you joking? Are you... Did the two of you..."

"Yep!" Mardo happily cried, looking up at me sappily.

I blushed purple and quickly said "Mardo! That's private!" I tried to pull my arm out of his, but he rode the move and kept embracing my arm.

"I'm sorry master... but if we can trust anyone, it's Shana, right? She's a friend to both of us. Besides, why be ashamed to be lovers? I'm proud of you and want people to know... aren't you proud of me?" He said, looking at me with such earnest eyes it was hard to even think about denying him what he wanted.

"Well, it's not that..." I mumbled. "It's more the way certain people will respond when they see us, Mardo."

He laughed, a mischievous look in his eyes. "What do you think they can do with me around? You saw what happened with that girl, right?"

Looking back and forth between us, Shana raised her eyebrows at that. "What girl? What happened?" She sounded worried.

Hurriedly, I said "Nothing bad. She called us queers..."

"... degenerate fags." Mardo corrected.

"... and Mardo made her trip and splat on her face right there in front of everybody. C'mon, Mar, can't we talk about something else?" I pressed.

He sighed. "Of course, master. I just... love you, you know."

That sweet sentiment made me feel better, and I reached for him and pulled him into a hug. He chittered happily and nuzzled me, squeezing me tight in his pretty arms. After a moment, he opened his eyes and cooed sweetly, "And Shana, thank you for bringing us together. Curt is perfect! I'm very grateful now that you summoned me."

Slowly, she nodded, then smiled. "Welcome. I want a familiar even more, now! I can tell you're both in love... Curt, I'm lonely, and Mardo seems so sweet. You don't seriously still have reservations about him, do you? You even made love to him! You've got to trust him, right?"

Floundering, not wanting to hurt my new lover's feelings, I said "Well, no... I mean... I trust Mardo, so maybe we should ask him what he thinks about you getting a familiar instead of just doing it." I turned to the beautiful boy, marveling at how sexy I found his male body. "Uh, Mar... tell us what you think? Would most demons feel gratitude like you do? Would they be angry? Please be honest about it."

He nodded and indicated I should lift him up to sit on the checkout counter, which I did. "Now, my master just placed me under oath to speak the truth as I see it, Shana, so that's what I'm going to do. Please don't think I'm bein' nasty or that I'm up to something, 'cause I'm not. The truth is, most demons would be absolutely livid at being bound to any sort of Earth creature, for they feel they are inferior creatures compared to demons."

He reached out and took her delicate paw in his two even more delicate paws. "Shana, the average demon would serve you, but only to the letter, always looking for ways to trick you and harm you by trapping you with your own orders. There is a great deal of bitterness over our banishment, and I'm afraid most demons feel infinitely superior to Earth's species these days."

He sighed. "I am aware that familiar-summoning spells have existed for a long time, but my understanding is that those who cast the spell usually ended up dead, killed by their familiar because they misspoke or left a loophole that permitted them to do it. There are some stories of enslaved demons serving their master for the duration of the master's life, but these people were clever, talented, and never asked their slaves to do anything too complex."

There was silence in the shop for a moment, then he spoke up again, softer this time. "I'm sorry Shana, but I truly feel it is unsafe and unwise."

She stomped her hoof again. "That isn't how it would be! Look, I told Curt this before we ever cast it; the spell binds to you a demon who is harmonically compatible to you, a demon who will care for you, be kind, and even fall in love with you. Look at your relationship! You think it was an accident? I knew it would work out... just as I know it will work out for me just as well."

Mardo sort of froze, staring at her. His eyes grew a little wider as he digested her words. He glanced at me, then whispered "Really? Shana, may I please see this spell? It sounds like nothing I've ever heard of before. Where did you get it from?"

Hesitating, she said "I'm not sure where it came from. I found it amidst a stack of old spell books I've had since I was a kid, but I don't remember putting it there or ever seeing it before."

Something about that excited him even more. "Lemme see it, Shananara!" He begged, eagerly.

Pulling a tome off a shelf, she flipped it open and leafed through for a minute, at last pulling out an old page that looked to either be sheepskin or papyrus, ancient and crumbling. The letters and symbols on the page were completely foreign to me, but Mardo began to pour over it, mumbling to himself in a strange language. Seeing the same symbols she'd painted all over my body in blood made me feel very uncomfortable again.

I waited for several minutes while Mardo devoured everything on the page. "Uh, love?" I hazarded after a very long time.

He immediately brought his hand up to my lips, waving me off from talking, then reached out and stroked my face lovingly. I sighed, but waited patiently, taking his paw in my hands and squeezing his fingers tenderly. Shana saw it and beamed at me. "You make such a cute couple." She whispered to me.

After a few more minutes, Mardo looked up and shook his head. "Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. This spell is magnificent! Shana, Curt, I change my mind; you will be perfectly safe summoning a familiar using this spell, and it was no accident that Curt and I ended up together. Everything about this spell will assure that your love and compatibility are complete and perfect. He looked elated.

"Are you sure?" I cautiously asked him.

He turned and hugged my neck, kissing my cheek. "Positive. Shana is right, this spell is foolproof." He turned to her. "Shana, you have my blessing, but you do realize you cannot cast it upon yourself, don't you?"

Putting her paws on her hips, she shook her head. "What? I haven't seen any indication of that in the spell's words."

"Look here. Do you understand this phrase?" Mardo asked, indicating a passage on the paper. They began to talk about bizarre words, many things that were way over my head, and I began to wander around the shop and actually look at her wares instead of laughing at them.

I was especially shocked to find a voodoo doll, and even more so to read the price tag of four-thousand dollars. Picking it up I called out to her "Wow! Does this thing really work like in the movies? ... Shana?" Getting no answer, I walked around the stand so I could see her. "Shana?"

The two of them were arguing about the meaning of some word on the paper, and she was apparently not even hearing me. I waited around to try and get a word in edgewise with her. At last she seemed to grasp the tutoring that Mardo was giving her and widened her eyes. "By Asgard, I'm glad I didn't try to cast this on myself, then! Why put a check like that into the spell?"

"To prevent selfish and power-hungry demons from using it to bind all their fellow demons to themselves and rule all realms with unrivaled power, I should think." He sighed, sadly.

"Demons are that wicked and selfish?" I asked curiously.

Turning to me and putting his warm little paws on my shoulders, he shook his head. "No! Not at all, but they do exist. Would you judge humanity's worth based off of the mobsters we dispatched?"

"No, I'm sorry, Mardo. You know I don't believe for a moment you'd be like that." I remorsefully said.

His eyes softened with gentle affection. "Aww, you're sweet. Thank you, dear." He turned to Shana. "That said, I would be happy to perform the spell for you so you can get your familiar. I would not offer if I was not sure it is safe... that is, if my master will permit it?"

Suddenly they were both looking at me. "Well... I trust you, Mardo. If you say it's OK, then go ahead and do it."

Shana ran to me and hugged me tightly. "Thanks, Curt! Oh! You want that voodoo doll? I can give it to you for free, my friend. They are a powerful magical object. You simply imbue them with a part of your target's body, such as hair or a finger nail or spit or tears, and then do what you want to them. It isn't permanent and it isn't lethal, but it is painful, and an excellent way of incapacitation or punishing someone who deserves it."

I hugged her back. "I'll remember that offer if I ever have need. Thanks, Shana!"

She kissed my cheek, then turned to Mardo. "When can we do this?"

The deceptively unassuming chipmunk shrugged. "Whenever you wish it, I can do it."

"Ooo! I'll close shop and let's go do it right now!" Shana squealed excitedly.

* * *

Once again I found myself sitting naked in the middle of the marble floor in her windowless séance room. Surrounded by candles, I watched in the flickering light as Mardo, now in his true demon form, gently stuck a long, sharp claw into Shana's arm. She twitched, but did not move otherwise, and watched as he drained blood into the cup.

I watched him write the circle, the symbols, and then cover her fur with symbols as well. He hummed the same eerie, off-key tune she had, then recited the words. Again there was a roaring in my ears, and I watched as Shana was flung off the circle and a demon sprang forth out of it.

I was almost sure right away it was a succubus. She stood around five foot five, and while she had red hooves and red skin and horns and a thick, short tail, she was the most sexual female I'd ever seen in my life. Everything about her, from her beautiful face, to her long, thick black hair, to her perfect round breasts to her lovely hips and delicate pussy was more captivating and beautiful that I would have ever thought possible. We were all instantly in her thrall, I could tell, as all three of us stared at her with open lust.

Her reaction to being ripped from her world was not at all like Mardo's. She looked around at us, and when Shana was declared her mistress, she dropped to her knees and swore to be her submissive slave and sex toy. All the same, at Mardo's caution, Shana forbid her to steal her life as they slept together, and ordered her to protect and watch over her mistress, which the demoness readily agreed to do.

The Succubus said her name was Ko'ath, then the two of them were all over each other, and Shana begged us to get the hell out of her house, leaving us to let ourselves out the front door when we were dressed. I could already hear shrieks of passion and ecstasy coming from both females as we stepped outside into the sunset.

"Damn, I wish she'd have offered to share." I muttered, before realizing that could be construed as an insult by Mardo.

Instead of being insulted, the demon, now in chipmunk form again, laughed. "You didn't offer to share me with her, though she clearly desired me, did you? Don't come around and expect her to do anything less than the same to you. Besides, you are mine, master. I would not let some Succubus put her claws into you. It would spoil you for me."

We strolled back towards my apartment, holding hands and walking close together as he explained. "Sex and seduction is what a succubus does. Her body physically attacks the sexuality of those she couples with to alter their hormones and pheromones until they desire only her for the rest of their lives. It's a defense mechanism to help them trap prey to feed upon. Succubuses often have large harems of sex slaves so that they can gorge themselves on the life force energy they crave."

I stopped and stared at him in shock. "My God, we gotta warn Shana about that!"

I turned to go back to her house, but he caught my arm. "Take it easy. It's what Shana wanted very much. Telling her will only increase her desire to complete a physical union with Ko'ath. They will be happy together, I have faith in the spell's power to pick the perfect mate. Shana's sexuality will not be destroyed, she will in fact have an enhanced drive to couple, so she will not care that her drive is from now on only for Ko'ath."

We resumed walking towards home while I thought that over. "Will Ko'ath starve, only able to feed on Shana?"

"No, of course not. A Succubus gets all the life force she needs from one thrall, it is merely gluttony that causes them to seek out more.

"And... uh... did you ever have sex with one of them?" I asked, suddenly feeling possessive.

He laughed, putting his arm around my shoulders. "Master, you are a collection of contradictions today, aren't you? You wanted to have sex with a Succubus, but do not like the idea of me having done so in the past?"

I flushed purple and hung my head in shame. "I'm sorry, Mar. That's a double standard, isn't it?"

He squeezed me and stopped me in order to kiss me deeply. As he pulled his lips back, he gently nestled against my chest and spoke. "That's precisely what a Succubus does, love. I desired her when I saw her, and I'm so gay the thought of sex with a female normally makes me feel ill. Do not fear for Shana though, for their devotion will be mutual which will make their love strong. Trust me, Shana will be very happy, and not a thrall."

"Well, I suppose you'd know better than I." I murmured, still feeling worried.

Offhandedly, he said "Oh, and to answer your question, no, I never had sex with a Succubus, or I would not be here with you. Demons try very hard to avoid sexual interaction with a Succubus because of the loss of will inherent in the union."

Something he'd said was bothering me, but we were in the elevator up to my apartment before I finally figured out what it was. "You called the spell's power the ability to pick a perfect mate... Mardo, tell me the truth about that spell."

Nodding, he softly said "Yes, that is why it is a truly effective familiar summoning spell. It is a love spell first and foremost. By making the two love each other, it ensures complete loyalty for the duration of the binding. Genius design. I wish I knew its origin."

We entered my rooms and he suddenly turned on me. "That Succubus certainly made me horny, though. Master... may we couple again?" I felt his arm slip around me, and I suddenly had a hard-on again, listening to my heart pounding in my head. We began to kiss and caress each other, removing clothes and heading for the bedroom. I gripped his sexy body in my arms and stroked over him, running my fingers through his long hair, feeling his already erect penis.

He growled happily as I lowered my face to his crotch and began to lick him, tasting and exploring his throbbing pink shaft. I tasted his penis, hesitantly but eagerly slurping my tongue over him, feeling the silky, loose skin slide smoothly over the steel-hard meat underneath.

His musky flavor was odd, but erotic. "Whoa... this is awesome..." I weakly whispered between tongue strokes. "I can't believe I'm doing this with another guy. I can't believe you're telling me the spell picked us as perfect lovers."

He laughed a bit mockingly. "You can't believe it, yet you are loving every minute of it." He winked at me affectionately. "Believe it, and furthermore, you're a natural-born cocksucker. Yeah, worship that dick, baby."

I drew my tongue up and down the length of his shaft on all four sides of it, swirling and teasing before slipping rapidly back and forth, then glomming on and sucking him into my mouth. It was so masculine, so sexy to be doing this with him!

I felt much better than I had our first time. I sucked him in and out, experiencing the forbidden pleasures of having sex with him. He cooed sweet words of love and devotion to me, letting me know when my tongue was playing over him just right with loud groans.

I laced my fingers through his toes, gently maneuvering his feet around to push his cock and balls around for me to kiss and lick. I licked and sucked him until my jaw was aching from the effort and my tongue was feeling numb. It was both heaven and hell.

He arched his back and drew his paws over the rusty red fur that covered his hips and thighs. "You're doing a great job. Keep it up and I'll give you a yummy reward for your effort."

I giggled through my mouthful and continued to work him. His voice was soft and laced with passion as he spoke. "Oh Curt... I'm so in love with you, my sweet. I still feel like this is too good to be true, that it's a dream I'm in danger of waking up from. Your mouth is so sexy, and you look so cute on your knees in front of my body. Oh yeah, lick that rod!"

Groaning happily into his crotch and sucked down extra hard, I was making him gasp. His flared, purple head was so sensitive, I could make him squeak in a mixture of agony and ecstasy just by running my taste-buds over him firmly. He grabbed fistfuls of my hair and pulled on it, not enough to hurt, but certainly enough to keep me on task.

I could tell I was getting him close as he started to whimper louder, and his panting breath started smoking, flames licking from his lips. Eager, I slammed down and swallowed on his penis making him wail in delight. I drew my fingers up his naked body, reveling in how masculine and sexy his cute little figure was.

He arched his back. "Oh suck me, master! Drink my seed! Please, please swallow me! I love your warm little muzzle. Ah, this is so fucking amazing! Let my semen burn away your heterosexuality, Curt! I'm all the sex you need, not some whore succubus who will only love you when she's in your field of vision! My love is true and pure, and I will give you decadence and debauchery all the days we sleep together."

"I'll teach you the ecstasy of taking a full load up your ass. I give you the joy of drinking another male's cum 'til it spills from your nose. I'll teach you why I'm the best sex you are ever going to get... now give up your inhibitions and fears and guzzle my spunk, dammit!" He roared exultantly.

I had not been planning on swallowing, no way. I had also not been expecting harsh domination from him, but suddenly I was his fuck-toy. He grabbed me roughly by the hair and began to pummel me so hard and fast I thought I would die. I tried to pull away, and felt strength far beyond the tiny body he was inhabiting.

I scrabbled against him and began to struggle to free myself. His cock kept relentlessly pounding into my face, making me gag, preventing me from breathing. I cried out inarticulately, unable to speak past the steel rod pummeling my poor mouth. An order from me would have stopped him, but how could I order him around when I was stuffed full of his penis?

With all my strength I tried to escape, and with far greater strength he held me down and fucked my mouth. I felt like I was going to suffocate, or vomit as I endlessly gagged on him. "Let go! Stop struggling, Curt! Give in to lust and let yourself be fucked! Here it comes! Yeah, drink it, boyfriend!"

With a last thrust he buried his dick to the hilt, smashed my face into himself hard enough to nearly break my nose and cause sharp pain from my throat, and let loose a torrent of demon seed. "Fuck YES!" He roared, fire blasting from his mouth.

His seed tasted sharp, strong and a bit spicy flavored. He shot it down my gullet and grabbed my face, pulling back enough to spill it all over my mouth. A moment later an inferno hit my mouth wherever the seed had touched, adding to the agony I was already feeling from his abuse. It felt like the hottest chili peppers in the world were melting through my flesh and I cried in fear and pain.

A few more thrusts and his powerful jets of burning sperm began to slow. He let out a groan and relaxed, resting his hands behind his head and leering down at me lustily. Free from his grasp, I yanked off him, gurgling, gagging and wretched. He was panting contentedly and watched me for a moment, I suppose slowly realizing he'd gone way too far.

He swallowed and crawled towards me over the bed. "C... Curtis? I... are you OK?" He lamely asked.

I couldn't stop gagging, yet my guts seemed seared until I was unable to vomit. My face turned purple as I tried and failed to get oxygen. I flailed my hands at him, silently begging him to help me with terror in my watering eyes.

His gaze was concerned, but he didn't move. I was suddenly filled with the sense that the demon had tricked me and had succeeded in killing me. What a fool I'd been! I would have given anything to take back ever having summoned him, and right then I loathed him.

"Oh God, I tore your throat!" He suddenly yelped. "Master, quickly! Open up your mouth, I'll repair it!" He said, diving forward.

I shrank from him a bit, but didn't have any other choice in the end and opened my mouth. He grabbed me and kissed me, and I vaguely felt his tongue slide down the wall of white-hot pain that was my throat. It must have been two feet long. He closed his eyes and moaned.

Suddenly the agony was lifted, my inability to breath gone. I lunged in a deep breath of oxygen, pushing him away from myself as hard as I could. His impossibly long tongue was pulled from me, and I scrambled away from him with a sob of terror. He sat back on his feet and stared at me, looking completely devastated.

"OhhhhhhmiGawd..." He moaned. "I got carried away. Oh my Gawd! I nearly killed you! OH MY GAWD I'M SOOO SORRY!!!" He shrieked, his voice getting louder each time. He tried to crawl closer, but I stiffened and squirmed away from him. He stopped, staring at me with terror in his eyes, looking like I'd just hauled off and slapped him.

"Please... I didn't mean to Curt..." He sobbed and began to cry. It was hardly the image I would have had of a demon; small, frightened, hurt, sad... I tried to figure out what the hell I was going to do.

My mouth still burned like I'd eaten habaneros, but it was subsiding faster than real peppers would have. After several minutes I shakily gurgled "I'm never doing that again. What the hell, Mardo? Why? I trusted you, thought you were my friend."

He sobbed and tried to crawl towards me. "Stay the hell away from me." I angrily said, stopping him cold in an instant. He started to cry even harder.

When my mouth at last stopped burning, I had calmed down a little bit, enough to turn and face him. "Mardo, tell me why you attacked me." I said, voice still trembling and unsteady.

He swallowed. "I was just into the sex and forgot my own strength, and how weak humans are. I love you, Curt, I didn't mean to harm you. I'm really, really sorry."

Not convinced, I glared at him. "Like hell you didn't."

His ears laid back against his skull. "Oh master..." he groaned. "I'm really, really sowwy. Please don't kick me out! It was an accident!"

He started sobbing miserably, and it melted my heart. It had hurt, but he'd healed it immediately and I seemed fine now, I was more just confused at him then, instead of frightened. "Mardo, tell me why." I repeated, swallowing,

He shivered miserably. "I was so into it, it felt so good... Curt, I haven't made love to a human in thousands of years and I just let myself go in the torrent of sweet pleasure you were giving me. A demon lover can absorb what just nearly killed you with no problem. I forgot... I forgot you couldn't take that and... Oh Curt! I love you, please forgive me! Please don't abandon me, I'll die without you!"

I gave in immediately and held my arms open for him. He dove on me and cried into my neck while I hugged him. "I won't forget again, I promise that'll never happen again. I wouldn't intentionally hurt you, not ever." He sobbed.

"Shh... It's OK, I forgive you. Geeze, Mardo, you aren't anything like I would expect. I'm constantly confused by you. One second you practically kill me, the next you're sobbing with remorse. You're a dom during sex, aren't you?"

"Yeahhh." He admitted. "Well, I like submitting just as much, either way I enjoy. But Curt, please believe me, I never do it to the point of hurting my lovers, not even a little bit. That kind of treatment doesn't appeal to me personally, so I don't like doing it to others either. That was a huge accident."

When I didn't immediately answer him, he swallowed thickly and softly whispered "I swear I'll never try to dominate you again, if you'll please just forgive me. I'll be completely submissive from here on out. Can't you forgive me?"

After thinking for a moment longer, I chuckled. "I don't think that will be necessary. I was actually enjoying how rough you were being, right up until the point you totally took control and fucked my mouth. Just don't get that rough again, and I'll enjoy being your fuck-toy."

He looked immensely relieved and we hugged. "Forget about it, Mar. I mean it. I understand. We'll be more careful from now on. So you like being a sub, too." I said, getting a slow smile across my face.

His eyes grew large. "Wellll..."

"I think you need some punishment for this." I said and flipped him over, putting him over my knee and spanking his perfect, round rear with a firm swat.

"Oh!" He meeped, raising his head up to look at me. I ran both my hands around his beautiful bubble-butt, feeling the softness and beauty of the sexiest male ass in the world. Now and again I laid a sharp smack on his rump, jiggling the flesh and making him squeal.

Soon his ass was burning hot to the touch, irritated by the spanking he was getting. I was sure that under the fur, his flesh would be flushed red. "Oh... ahhh... M...master. Yes, I'm so bad, spank me. Spank me good and hard, master. Ohhhh yes."

My touch became more sexual. I started fondling and molesting him between spankings, rubbing and squeezing his balls, toying with his penis, which swelled up to full erection as I swatted his bottom. I firmly stroked his inner thighs and began to tiddle with his sphincter. "Oh wow! Oh, I'm so bad right there! Punish me master! Punish me!" He wailed.

I had to admit, sex with Mardo was an exciting adventure into new realms. I was getting so turned on by all this it was insane. "I've got a new punishment for you, naughty boy. Grab your ass and pull it open." I eagerly said, pushing him off of me and crawling over him.

He turned his face to the side and lay on his stomach, pulling his ass open as I'd told him to. His cute little fluffy tail tuft flicked above a perfect little ass crack that made me drool in excitement. I fingered his rectum gently with my middle finger. "Oooo... I'm so naughty." He whined, shivering at the touch.

Spitting on my dick a few times as I fingered him, I got myself slicked up and lined it up with him, ready to lay in to him. "I still don't think you've learned your lesson, naughty boy. I'm going to teach you a lesson now. Hold still and don't cry out."

He squeaked and bit his lip as I pushed against him, gently increasing the pressure for a moment before pulling back and jamming it into him with all my strength. "Ahhhh! It's so big!" He squealed.

"Hey! Naughty!" I snarled and lightly paddled his butt as I began to pack it in.

His ass was tight, slippery and warm. Pushing in and out of him, I could feel those tight muscles gripping me, sliding over me and stimulating me more than anything I'd ever felt before. It was so intense I was whimpering.

I looked down at his cute, round and masculine ass, lusciously sexy and juicy. I grabbed his hips and bucked against him, hearing him try to stifle a groan. "Yeah, you have such a sexy ass." I groaned. "You have the most delicious, tight little hole I've ever seen, baby. Ahhhhhh..." I fucked him hard, our bodies grinding together making slurpy, juicy noises that were deliciously rude.

After several beautiful minutes of intense, hot fucking, I tightened down on his hips with my hands, lifting him up off the bed, holding him in the air with my cock buried in his butt as I stood up. I stepped over to the wall and set him down on his feet, momentarily pulling my throbbing shaft out of his rectum. He leaned against the wall and looked at me over his shoulder with playful fear in his eyes.

"What are you doing now, master?" He whined.

"Did I tell you that you could talk?" I snarled and slapped his butt hard. It jiggled and he wailed in pain and pleasure. "Be a good girl; shut up and hold still." I ordered, pushing his shoulders into the wall. In spite of the role-playing, he grinned in delight.

I pressed my body against his back, kissing his shoulder. I stood too tall and my penis was hitting him somewhere over his tail. I lowered myself, grinding up against him with my whole body, feeling his soft fur stroke over my cock, chest and arms. "What a body." I groaned.

I lowered again, this time spreading my legs wide to try and get down far enough to find his sphincter. I pushed my glossy, throbbing cock into his crack, stuffing it full of my warm meat. He arched his back, protruding his butt out at me, scrabbling his sharp black claws on the wall uselessly as he tried to lift himself up high enough to allow me to fuck him up.

The third time I lowered myself, I got my legs wide enough to hit gold. My shiny, swollen glans caught at the puckered entrance to his body, and I paused to spit on myself to slick up again. I slowly pressed myself to him, leaning my weight on him more and more until I began to slide in.

"Oh master! Oh! Oh!" He squealed in a high-pitched voice tight with passion. I just used my weight and sank to the hilt with a slurp reveling in the heat of his body, clearly felt through his bowels.

"Mardo." I whispered. "Oh sweet little Mardo. You are so warm and tight! I love fucking your sexy male body... Please stay with me forever, Mar. I love you and need you so much." As I spoke into his fuzzy ears, I began a circular motion with my hips, drawing my cock out of his guts, then smoothly slipping it back in.

I was prepared for the feel of the sex this time, and I was still blown away. He was so punishingly tight and meltingly warm, so intimately slippery with a firm, shapely body... I sighed happily and grinned. "Master, I love you too. You know I do. I'm so happy I can't even express. It feels so good to be held in your arms, to feel my body getting fucked by my sweet human lover. I love giving myself to you for the purpose of pleasure. Aahhhh..."

I began to fuck him faster, pressing my body tighter to him as I used my hips. I looked down to see he was standing on his tiptoes, keeping the muscles in his body tightened. I ran my fingers lustily over him, then around front to find he was sporting an impressive erection again. I began to toy with him, gently fondling his precious, cute penis. His whimper let me know he loved it a lot.

I nipped his velvety ear hard enough to make him squeak, then murmured "Let's hear that sweet little voice of yours. Let's hear you vocalize the sensation of being sodomized by your mate. Ahhh... do it good and I'll start to really fuck you."

"Oh, it's so good! Oh master, I love it! You've got to try anal sex, I promise you it feels better than anything you've ever even dreamed of." He cried out between high-pitched moans.

I fucked him long and hard until we were both sweaty and gasping for breath. His eyes cast heated lust over his shoulder at me. "Pump that ass! Use me! Use my body! Fuck me!" He squealed.

Satisfied with his words, I gave it everything I had and started fucking his prone, helpless body as hard as was humanly possible. His rectum pulled out incredibly far, nearly turning inside out, only to be shoved back into his ass as I slammed forward again. Not wanting to hurt my lover, I paused long enough to spit on my cock and get it soaking wet.

"Don't stop, dammit!" He screamed at me in sexual frustration.

"Hey! Who the hell do you think you're talking to?" I snarled. I yanked out of him and paddled him hard... really hard. I'd more or less been just swatting his ass playfully before, but I really laid into him this time, making his bubble-butt bounce with each blow.

"Augh! I'n sowwy!" He bawled.

"You. Don't. Ever. Order. Master. Around." I said, illustrating each word with a sharp blow to his sore bottom. After the last word I jammed my meat deep back inside his bowels and fucked him frantically hard, gritting my teeth and pushing him against the wall.

Our cries of ecstasy echoed about the room, loud enough that my neighbors must have heard the sounds of a very manly fucking going down. I was panting and finally felt my orgasm coming close. "Quiet!" I snarled to him, grabbing a handful of his hair and yanking his head back.

"Aahnnnmm!" he cried, trying to stifle his passionate voice.

"Now I'm gonna jizz your little ass full, you hear me, slave? You are mine, this body is my property, and I'll use you as I see fit. Here it comes!" I growled into his ear.

"No master! Please! Not up my ass! I beg you! Please pull out before you cum!" He screeched in terror.

I was surprised by that request, but I was about a half a second away from spewing my load and didn't have time to argue with him. I yanked out of his hot, sore rectum and sprayed spunk everywhere on his pretty round bottom. My orgasm was incredibly intense and I squirted loads on him.

I grabbed my cock in my hand and worked it madly as I let loose with my gusher, and was shocked to feel that my cock was actually hot to the touch; he had an impressively high body temperature, and the world felt like ice outside his juicy butt. "Oh Mardo! You are so hot!" I groaned.

I sprayed beautiful, pearlescent streaks of cum all over in his fuzzy red fur, soaking him down and decorating him with my seed as he gasped. "Oh! Oh yeah!" he cried, calling attention to the fact that he was madly working his penis, which was shooting more cum all over the wall he was pressed against. It was running down it in thick globs already, I could see.

"Oh man. Wow. That looks awesome." I said in admiration as I watched his ejaculation spew down my wall.

At last the intense orgasm I was feeling receded, and I staggered back, sinking down heavily onto the side of the bed. I was panting and exhausted, and my legs ached from the position I'd had them at to achieve the correct angle to fuck him. He was leaning his head against the wall and finishing up the last few weak spurts of his seed to finish up. He looked so cute.

Finished, he let out a sigh and straightened up, then looked over his shoulder and down at his ass, fur soaked with my semen. "Damn, Curt! Why did you pull out after you said you were gonna shoot it inside, babe?" He asked. "I need a shower now."

Had I heard him right? "What? Mar, you begged me not to shoot off inside your guts! Of course I pulled out!" I said indignantly.

He turned and stared at me like I was crazy for a second, then tipped his head back and laughed deeply. He stepped prettily over to me and primly sat side-saddle on my legs and hugged my neck, chortling. "Oh, silly master! I was role-playing to give you the feeling of power and control over me. I didn't actually mean that I didn't want you cumming up my ass; I love taking internal cumshots, babe. Anything else is a waste of good sperm!" He grinned.

Blushing, I hung my head. "I'm sorry. I thought you were serious and I would never do something you didn't like, Mar, so I pulled out."

He cooed and hugged me furiously until I reciprocated. "That's so sweet. You are such a selfless and giving person, Curt. I love you." His lips found mine for a brief yet deep kiss. Pulling back, he smiled and licked my nose. "There's an easy way to make sure that never happens again."

I explored his chest with trembling fingers. "Really? How?"

Another kiss enveloped me before he answered. "We need a code word. With a code word, we can role-play and say and do anything we want to fulfill our roles, and no matter how intense it gets, we always know it's only play. If one of us says the code word though, that means we're serious and we need to stop. Easy enough, right?"

Never having been involved in any kind of BDSM play, I'd never heard of that. "Ohhhkay. Do we really need to go that far, lover?"

He smiled patiently. "If we really want to roleplay, absolutely. I can be screaming and begging you to stop, but as long as I don't use the code word, you know it's all in fun and I'm enjoying it. Otherwise, how can you tell? Look what just happened, right?"

Getting the idea, I nodded. "Oh. Yeah, I get it. What should our word be, then?"

Nipping my nose, he smiled and whispered "How about ' mierda?' It means 'shit' in Spanish. Think you can remember it?"

I laughed. "Sure, if you remind me of it now and again. Now let's drop it and snuggle in the afterglow. I can't believe how wonderful this is, Mardo... You are great."

He draped himself across me. "Oh thank you, Curt. I honestly have never felt this way about anyone before in all my millennia of years. That spell is amazing, and you are perfect."

* * *

After snuggling and talking contentedly for a while, we wandered into the shower to clean up. He maintained his chipmunk form, so I lathered up his fur with shampoo to clean him off. We laughed and explored each other, loving the intimacy. Finished and clean, we stepped out and dried off.

I was already dressed while he was still fussing over his fur. "Geeze. Furkind really put up with a lot of crap." He grumbled, trying to brush it into perfect shape.

I smiled. "You could always just shape-shift, couldn't you?" I grabbed another brush and tried to help him.

"Yeah, I could, but... I dunno. I can tell I get a very strong sexual reaction out of you with this body. I like making you happy, so I really just want to stay like this... at least until you want a change of scenery. Besides, having you grooming me and fussing over me like this makes me feel like a princess."

We grinned at each other, but were interrupted by the sound of my ringing phone. Naked, I made my way into the kitchen, where my phone was. "Heyya!" I said, picking it up.

The voice on the other end was raspy and sounded electronically modified. "We're going to kill you, you fucking little dipshit. You are fucking dead. We're watching you every step you take. Your little faggot boy-toy is dead too. We're going to kill your friends, you family, everyone, they're all dead, tonight. Why don't you go check up on your little goat friend Shananara?"

My blood turned to ice, and my eyes popped out of my skull. Having trailed along after me and seeing this, Mardo came close and snatched the phone away. "Oops! If it isn't Gary Mullins, mob toady! Check your ear, pal!" He said and threw the phone back on its cradle, but not before I heard an electronically modified voice screaming in agony from the other end. He shook his head. "Poor thing! Only thirty-two and his ear-drum exploded all over the place. Wow, he's in pain right now. Sorry master. Don't let them scare you." He said and started to flounce back towards the bathroom.

"M... M... Mardo!" I gurgled. He turned to me worriedly, and I told him what the voice had said.

He crossed his arms over his chest and frowned. "Well, the one person we don't need to worry about is Shana. Ko'ath will protect her, just as I will always protect you. I'd be more worried about other members of your family. Master, it's more than likely a bluff for all of them but Shana, but I think we had better take care of this whole thing right now. It's beneath us to worry about it, I want to focus on our sex, not on them. Do you agree?"

Hurriedly, I nodded. "Absolutely."

"Do I have your permission to do what needs to be done to make sure they are stopped and never threaten you or anyone else ever again?" He pressed, leaning forward.

There was no hesitation from me. "Yes, take them out, Mardo."

Nodding, he motioned at the phone. "Why don't you call Shana as a courtesy, to let her know what just happened so she doesn't worry and isn't confused if there's an attempt on her life. I'm going to get a read on what I'm up against. I'll be in the bedroom using magic to find them, come get me when you're done." He strode for the bedroom without waiting for me to acknowledge him.

I picked up the phone again, glad to hear a dial-tone instead of that voice. Shana had given me her phone number after we'd summoned Mardo, and I called it now. The phone rang and rang, but there was no answer, and it clicked over to a machine. I knew she was just ignoring it and having sex with Ko'ath, so I dialed again and let it ring. Again it flipped over to the answering machine.

I waited for it to beep and loudly called "Shana! It's Curt! I'm sorry to interrupt you and Ko'ath, but this is important! I know you are busy and I wouldn't call unless I had to. Please answer, it's an emergency!"

I waited for a bit and sure enough she picked it up and switched off the machine. "What's up, Curt?" She said with a sigh that made it sound like she'd been very busy.

"Hey Shana. I'm sorry, but Mardo told me I'd better call you." I filled her in about the call and that Mardo was preparing to take them down.

She listened to me and said "Hmmmm... there hasn't been so much as a peep around here. At least, not from any mobsters. Ko and I are making plenty of peeps, right baby?" I heard the two females giggle happily.

Suddenly she stopped laughing and gasped. "Wait! What if he meant my shop? What if they trash it? Oh my God! I gotta go, Curt!"

"Yikes, I hadn't thought of that!" I said, surprised. "You've got insurance, right?"

Hurriedly, she said "Yes, but do you think that is going to cover voodoo dolls and love powders? I'd be ruined! Ko, we gotta get there right now! Curt, thanks for calling, we'll stay at my store until we hear from you, OK? Let us know when it's over?"

"Absolutely. In a bit then, Shana."

I hung up and made my way to my room, finding Mardo naked and sitting on the bed with his eyes closed. I got dressed quietly before making my way over to him and gently putting a hand on his shoulder. He didn't speak, but his paw came up and squeezed me. I patiently waited for him to do whatever he was doing.

At last he sighed and got up off the bed. "OK. For safety, will you come with me? I don't want to leave you here alone." He grabbed some clothes and threw them on as he spoke.

I nodded. "What's the plan?"

"Kill the Don and they'll leave us alone. Trouble is he'll be heavily guarded. C'mon." He took my hand and we headed downstairs and out of the apartment building.

Outside, he looked around and found a dark patch of ground where he could revert to demon form without being seen. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed his lips, which made him smile. "Aww..." He rumbled, surprising me with how deep his voice was after getting used to him as a chipmunk. His arms swept me up, and he held me protectively close as we shot into the sky. I watched the ground race along underneath us, and we soon left the campus far behind.

He flew up into the hills, where the houses were mansions set onto massive properties. I watched them streak along below, and shouted to him over the wind, "figures he lives in opulence."

The demon nodded and grunted an affirmative. I could tell we must have arrived, because he circled over a property several times before diving into a wooded area and setting down with me. "Follow my lead, master?" He asked with a whisper.

I nodded. "OK. I trust you."

We stepped from the wooded patch and made for the house, perhaps a hundred yards away. As we got closer, there was the sudden barking of dogs. They sounded big, and many in number. Dark shapes raced towards us, at least a half-dozen Rottweilers that grew silent as they closed in, ready to attack.

Mardo stepped in front of me protectively, and to my surprise, rather than using magic or something, he fought them hand to hand. He moved like a rocket, hurling them away, smashing them against the ground or into each other. The air was filled with the sound of yelping mongrels, and within a few seconds the six of them were scampering or limping away with their tails between their legs.

"Not very bright." He snorted. "They may look different, but they act the same as dogs from my time. Come, let's hurry. I'm sure that was enough to put the house on alert, and I'd guess we're being watched and the house prepared for our assault. Keep behind me, don't be afraid."

I touched the stripe of his red fur that grew down from his head to his ass. "I'm not. I know you're more than a match for a whole army, darling."

"Oh! Almost forgot." He muttered and resumed his chipmunk form.

We stepped up to the front door and he grabbed the handle and opened it. There was an odd series of clicks as he did it, and I had a feeling it had been locked before he'd touched it. Inside the house was chaos, as he'd predicted; they'd seen us coming and were scrambling to array an army with weapons drawn. They stood before the stairway at the back of the main hall of the mansion, guarding what was no doubt the location of their criminal leader.

Cute and wearing a pink tank-top, a short pink skirt with teddy-bears on it, and some girly socks and sneakers, Mardo had himself looking as unassuming and cute as he ever had. "Hi boys! We're here to see the Don! Anybody that values their lives better get out now, 'cause it's gonna be bloody."

The guy who stood at the back was obviously in charge as he grunted "Waste 'em."

Before any of them could pull the trigger, a voice spoke from the top of the stairs. "Hold up!"

The mobsters looked up and back, and an elegantly dressed older man stepped purposefully down behind them. He wore pajamas and slippers and a thick bathrobe, standing with a bit of a stoop in his back and walking with a jeweled cane. He stopped on the last step so he could see over his men's heads and stared at us with a withering glare. "Unless you want to die, I suggest you tell me who the hell you are and why the hell you are here. And let me warn you I hate homosexuals, so you'd better have a damn good alibi to stay my hand."

Giggling his cute little giggle again, Mardo cooed "Oh! You don't like us! I'm so deeply wounded by that! Well, we don't like you, either, and we sure don't like you and your men calling us and threatening us. We're here to put a stop to that."

You could hear a pin drop throughout the whole mansion. The old man spoke slowly. "You're the two, huh? You killed Fitch and sent those two junkies back with wild stories of demons and magic?"

Mardo seemed to be greatly enjoying himself. He giggled again. "Yep! That's us! I'm glad to hear the two of them did as they were told. Saves me the trouble of having to kill them for disobeying."

Glaring at us the old man sneered "I should think so; I put a bullet between their eyes." He dismissed Mardo with a glare then and turn his attention to me. "You, I take it, are the either highly gifted or amazingly lucky Curt, are you not?"

"I am." I said.

Mardo turned to me. "Ooo! Givin' me the cold shoulder isn't he?"

Clucking his tongue, the old man slowly and deliberately said "Curt, shut up your mouthy little faggot or I'm going to have him killed right now."

I opened my mouth to speak, but Mardo spoke first, cutting me off. "Think you can cap me? Take your shot, you old fuck." He raised his voice and spoke to the rest of the crowd. "Hey boys, Don Angelo here sure rips on gay guys a lot, huh? Would it surprise you to know when he was in prison he had a boyfriend named Hubert? Still goes to visit him for a good long fuck at least once a month. Tries really hard to keep it a secret, but... well... I'm lousy with secrets."

The blood drained from the old man's face, and even though he vehemently denied it, it was obvious to all there Mardo had just spoken the truth and scared the holy shit out of him. "What? You... how... That's not true! Shoot that little faggot's arms and legs off his body! I want him limbless and alive!"

I fully expected the guns to be useless and refuse to fire as they had before, but instead, the room was filled with the deafening roar of about forty rifles and shotguns and pistols all opening fire on us. For a moment I was terrified, but Mardo simply covered his ears and bid me to do the same. I followed his lead even as I realized that no bullets were hitting us. He calmly stood and waited until the shooting stopped.

Pulling his paws away from his ears, he let out a whoop of laughter. "My GOD Angelo! Your men are the worst shots I've ever SEEN! They missed us with every last round!"

I looked around us and realized the bullets had hit the wall behind us, forming silhouettes where we were standing. All around us the walls had been chewed to bits with sustained fire, but directly behind us they were clear and completely whole. The gangsters were realizing it too and murmuring in shock to each other. I could tell they were backing away from us. "What the hell is your problem!?" Angelo roared. He grabbed a Kalashnikov from one of his men and drained the rest of its magazine at us, hitting nothing.

"Ah! I see why they're such bad shots. You are the worst of them all! I'm amazed you didn't shoot your own men. In fact, I should warn you all that if you try to shoot us again, you're going to start hitting each other with alarming regularity. Sucks, huh?" Mardo sang happily. "Master, there are far too many to go through their histories with you. Do I have your permission to deal out punishment as I see fit? I shall only kill those who have willfully taken lives or raped."

Swallowing, I managed "Uh-huh."

He stepped towards the men, snarling. At least six of them reloaded and opened fire on him again. As Mardo had warned, the men comically aimed their guns at each other and other mobsters standing there and began to mow each-other down in a confusion. Realizing what was happening, they stopped, but now eight men lay dead and dying, bleeding out on the carpet and wood floor.

There was a deafening silence again, broken by Mardo quietly snarling "You are all going to die."

What happened next was not like the organized executions in my apartment, but a chaotic bloodbath. Most of the men tried to run, a few of them kept trying to shoot, only hitting each other, and a few even drew knives and lunged at the sexy little chipmunk. The once tough-acting criminals were trying to get away by any means necessary. They tried doors, but they were all stuck fast. They tried windows, but the glass would not break. The tried to run up the stairs past the frozen Don, but were unable to lift their legs to take the first step.

With the grace of a ballerina, Mardo danced through them, tearing them to bits with his claws, which were suddenly much longer than any chipmunk's claws ever were. He leapt and swirled and dove about the room, performing a grizzly ballet as he killed them nearly to the man. Screams and blood filled the air for several horrifying moments, and then it was all over.

In the end, one man was left sobbing in terror in the middle of the bodies, having messed himself rather impressively. He held his hands up and sobbed in panicked terror as the blood covered chipmunk stood over him. "You alone have not done something worthy of death, but are here with complete ignorance and stupidity. Leave now and live. Never turn to crime again."

The man scrambled to his feet and scuttled away and out the front door, his pants obviously loaded up as he ran. That left only the Don, standing like a statue, frozen on the first step where he'd been standing. In the chaos, he'd dropped his cane. He stood flailing his arms around and grunting in wordless terror. His feet seemed glued to the spot.

Mardo stepped slowly towards him, covered in blood. "Angelo, those two men you killed were told to deliver a message. What was it?"

As if he'd been given truth serum, the old man immediately answered "They told me that anyone coming after Curt would be put to death." He whined.

"Correct. And what did you do, wretched human?"

Sobbing in terror, the Mob boss whimpered "I sent men after Curt."

"That was stupid, wasn't it?"

"Yes! It was stupid!"

"You are stupid, aren't you?"

Shaking, the old man nodded. "Yes! Very, very stupid!"

Standing now directly in front of the terrified old criminal, Mardo retook his demon form. Angelo took one look and howled in realization and understanding, drooling with fear. "No! No! Don't kill me!" he bawled, his knees knocking together.

Crossing his muscular black arms, the demon stared at him in disbelief. "You've killed so many, ruined so many, destroyed your own men as readily as strangers. You've selfishly done as you pleased all your life, since taking over from your father. You think yourself invincible, better than every other man on the planet. You have disdain for them. You enjoy hurting them and frightening them. You love seeing the fear in their eyes and arbitrarily deciding if they will live or die, simply because you can."

He stepped forward and picked the old man up in one great paw by the front of his bathrobe. "After all that, now, when the roles are reversed you have the unmitigated gall to stand here begging for your life? Even now I see your heart. All you want to do is live so that you can try to figure out a way to kill a demon. All you want is revenge for being forced to grovel.

The old man blubbered in fear, shaking his head, trying to deny what was happening. "Silence!" Mardo ordered, immediately clamming the crime lord up. "You are going to die. The only choice you have left to you is how you want me to kill you. Either by your favorite method of killing those who you were furious with, or by my own method, the method of a demon. Make your choice."

"Nuh...nuh... I'll be ya slave. I'll serve ya both fa' the rest o' m' life..." He groveled.

Mardo didn't lose focus even for a moment. "Choose now, or I shall choose for you. I shall choose the more painful of the two ways, as well."

The old man looked half crazy. "No! No! I'll make it worth your while! Deal with me, I got anything you want! Money, women, drugs, men, politics... I got 'em all in my back pocket! Please let me live! This town can't run without me!"

"It will run just fine. Since you will not choose, I shall choose for you. My love, go back outside. You will be safe there. I do not wish you to witness this."

"But..."

He looked at me with tenderness in his glowing red eyes. "Trust me, darling. All will be well, I swear it to you upon all the love I have for you."

I nodded and stepped back outside, closing what was left of the door after having been shot by so many stray bullets. I walked a few steps away, and heard loud pleading. A moment later there was the sound of a shotgun booming again and again and again. Five times it roared, followed by silence. I thought I could hear screaming for a minute, then the shotgun barked again, five more times. At last there was silence, except for sobbing. Slowly it grew quieter until the house was still.

"Come back in, master!" I heard Mardo call.

I stepped back to the door and opened it, stepping inside. I was relieved to see he'd cleared everything up, perhaps with his diminishing spell. All bodies, blood and traces were gone. All that was left were many guns, fired cartridge casings, and many holes in the walls. Inescapably and morbidly curious, I whispered, "How did you kill him?" As I stepped towards the big demon, hugging him tightly and taking comfort in his warm embrace and soft red fur.

"His method was far worse than diminishment. He said it to his men, actually; shoot all the limbs off and let the victim bleed out, nothing left but a limbless torso." He squeezed me tightly to him. We clung to each other, both trembling a little, trying to calm down in the deafening silence of the once proud mansion.

"Such evil. And you humans accuse us of being pure, wicked chaos." He shivered. "I would never have conceived of such a torturous death. I think he well and fully deserved it, though..."

My voice was thick with tears. "Please take us out of here right now, Mardo."

He held up a sharp-clawed hand. "Wait master, please wait just a moment first."

I nodded and dashed the corners of my eyes with my hand. "What?"

Smiling sadly, he said "We can do quite a lot of good yet in this house; far better than slaughtering worthless lives, we can save a helpless life. Will you permit it?"

"Absolutely. Who needs saving?" I asked.

In response, he took my hand and led me towards a door which turned out to be the basement. As we walked, he again took on his chipmunk form, this time without the skirt, just a pair of jean shorts that hugged his sexy ass. He still wore the pink tank-top, though, making his sexual orientation somewhat ambiguous.

We stepped down the stairs and arrived at a heavy metal door with multiple giant locks covering it. Again it opened right up for Mardo's little paws, making numerous clicks, and we stepped through into a long hallway. He stopped at the last door and sighed. "Steel yourself master. Angelo was fantastically wicked."

He pushed the door open revealing a trembling, terrified girl of at most twelve years old. She sat naked on a bed in a porn-style set. She shrank from us, whimpering. Softly, Mardo spoke to me. "He kidnaps children and uses them to make pornography."

I felt dizzy with horror, but Mardo stepped forward to the shivering child. "Sweetheart, we are here to rescue you. We killed the men who were keeping you prisoner, and I'm going to take you back to your parents."

She stared at him with wide eyes. An adult would not have believed, but a child will trust an adult when they say something. "Really?" She sobbed.

I saw she was chained by the arm to the bed, and Mardo now released the lock with a finger. "Curt, her clothes are in that closet." He said and sat down beside her. "I bet I can guess your name. Is it Kimmy?"

She nodded, staring at him with a mixture of fear and hope. I handed her her clothing and she started to quickly dress. Mardo spoke gently. "Kimmy, I can't erase what they've done to you, but I can do the next best thing. I can remove from your mind all the horrors you've endured since they stole you. You will wake up and remember nothing of what they did to you, and you will never remember it ever again, I promise you. I will take you back to mommy and daddy, and you will wake up in their arms with no memory of what happened. Would you like that?"

She stared up at him, and a strange understanding seemed to pass from him to her. "Oh yes, please, mister!" She sobbed, looking immensely relieved. She hugged him, and he gently hugged her back.

"Kimmy, your mommy and daddy are just fine. They lied about that. Your puppy is just fine too, he will be overjoyed to see you. Now I want you to focus on them. Remember only them. Don't think about this room, don't think about what happened. Those memories are getting hazier and hazier, you can try to remember now but you won't. You can't even remember what it was you were trying to remember anymore, the last thing you remember is standing in the grocery store parking lot waiting for your mother to load up the groceries. You just woke up here and have no clue how you got here..." As Mardo spoke, the girl seemed to get dizzy and flopped over against him.

As he finished speaking, she straightened back up. "Mommy?" she called, looking around in bewilderment.

Mardo gently caught her hand. "You were kidnapped, honey! We're going to take you back to your mommy right now."

She looked up at him. "Who're you?" She asked, pulling her hand away mistrustfully.

The chipmunk smiled kindly at her. "I'm an angel. My name's Mardo. I'm here to bring you back to your mommy."

Her blue eyes grew wide, then she suddenly looked skeptical. "You aren't an angel, you don't have wings!" She declared.

He smiled. "I can't go around letting everyone see my wings, sweetheart. So that you'll trust me though, I'll show you, OK?" All at once, great white-feathered wings sprang up out of his back. They were as beautiful and shining white as his actual wings were black and leathery.

He showed them only for a moment, then they were gone, but the girl gasped in delight. "You really are an angel!" She squealed, hugging him immediately. "But Mister Mardo, you said I was kidnapped? I don't remember anythin'."

He nodded gently and held her close. "They kept you drugged, Kimmy. I took care of them now, so you are safe."

"How'd you know my name?" She asked in awe.

"Angel, remember?" He replied, smiling. He stood up and offered her his paw, which she gladly took. He lead her out of the room and back down the hall towards the stairs leading back up to the mansion.

She looked over her shoulder at me, walking along behind quietly. "Who's he? Is he a kidnapper? Why's he following us, Mardo?" She asked cautiously.

He gently chuckled. "No, he is not a kidnapper, his name is Curt."

"Is he an angel too?" She asked in awe.

"No Kimmy, he's a human just like you, but he is my closest, dearest friend in all the universe, so you can trust him, I promise." At that, she held her other little hand out for me, and walked between us, holding hands with both of us.

We arrived in the bullet-ridden upstairs, but Kimmy didn't even seem to notice. She was bubbling happily away, "Oh Mister Mardo, I never met an angel before! I'm so excited! Can we be friends? Can you come to school with me? Can you give me wings like yours? How old are you? Can we play together?" I realigned my estimation of her age, maybe nine or less. The makeup they'd had on her made her look older.

We were outside now, and he laughed gently and knelt before her. "Kimmy, I would be honored to be your friend. I wish I could do those other things with you, but I'm here to rescue you, and then I have to leave again. As for my age, I'm four-thousand years old. Now, how would you like to go for a ride on the back of a dragon? ...A friendly dragon?"

I could tell she was floored. "A real live dragon? You have a real pet dragon?"

He laughed his pretty, musical laugh. "No dearest, I do not, but I can turn into a dragon and carry you home on my back. How's that for a magical way to return home?"

The little girl danced around in excitement. "Oh yes, yes, please yes!" She shrieked, clapping her hands.

Mardo grinned at her and winked, then dropped to all fours and began to grow, and grow, and grow. He became huge, over twenty feet long and nine feet high, with gigantic wings and a long, powerful tail. His body was scaly and green and he had spikes all down his long neck, back and tail. On his back was a saddle, not unlike the sort of saddle one would find on an elephant. It was big enough for two, and he lay down, holding out a leg to help us climb up on his back.

"Here we go, Kimmy!" He rumbled in an impossibly deep, powerful, but gentle voice. He was large and fearsome, but his eyes were gentle and kind.

The girl instantly trusted him and I helped her scramble up to the saddle, then climbed up after her. "Hold on tight now, both of you!" Mardo rumbled. "Kimmy, hold on to that spike right in front of the saddle. See it? Yes, that one there. Whenever you pull on it, I shall breathe fire just for you. Wait until we are in the air though, or I shall light the forest on fire! All ready? Here we go!"

He leapt up, his powerful legs propelling him a good seven feet off the ground. At the apex of the jump he beat his giant wings and we began to lift rapidly into the air. I held Kimmy tightly, making sure she didn't fall off, while the girl screamed in delight as the wind whipped in our faces. "We're flying!" She howled in delight, over and over again.

She must have begun pulling on the spike on Mardo's neck then, because he let out a huge gush of flame. I could feel the intense heat of it, and it looked like liquid fire spraying into the sky sixty or seventy feet ahead of us. It was amazing to see, and Kimmy went even more crazy seeing it.

She shrieked and clapped her hands, jumping up and down in the saddle so that I had to hang on to her for dear life. "Kimmy, stay seated or you might fall!" I called to her, trying to get her to sit back down.

She looked up at me in delight. "Naw, Mardo's an angel, he won't let us fall, Curt! Watch this!" She grabbed the spike and pulled, and Mardo let loose with another giant ark of searing flame.

For the rest of the flight, she pretty much was yanking on that spike non-stop, so that my poor lover had to spray fire with nearly every breath he took. Up in the cold air though, the flames kept us toasty warm as we flew over the darkened city.

I watched and saw that we flew several cities over, about a five hour journey by car, in less than half an hour. He angled in and landed heavily in a quiet little neighborhood, in front of a nondescript brick house with a kiddy pool in the front yard. Kimmy hopped off eagerly, and Mardo rumbled. "Is this your house?" When he finished speaking, he retook his chipmunk form.

"Uh-huh!" She said excitedly. He knelt and caught her hand, drawing her to him. He whispered into her ear at length, and she got a big smile on her face and nodded at him. He grinned back and walked up to the door, ringing the doorbell. The girl crouched down into the bushes to the left of the door.

He knocked and rang again before at last there was movement inside and lights came on. A moment later the porch light came on, blinding us, and the door opened a crack, a man peeking out at us. "Yes?" He said.

If anyone could have shown the weariness of a lost child, it was this poor man. He had the weight of the world in his eyes and on his voice. Mardo smiled kindly at him and spoke warmly. "Hello Mister David! Word on the street is you and your wife lost something awfully important to you..."

The door slammed shut, the chain was removed and he threw the door open wide, staring at us in shock and fear. "What? What do you know about my daughter?" He cried, and a woman dove around the doorframe to stare at us as well.

"Nothing... except she's standing in the bushes right there." Mardo gently said.

"Mommy! Daddy!" Kimmy shouted and jumped out in front of them

The reunion was the sweetest thing I ever will see in my life, and I owe that warm memory to Mardo. Her parents fell to their knees, screaming and crying hysterically, hugging her and bawling her name in joy. She began to cry too, and the three of them clung to each other for a long, long time, hugging and sobbing. "My baby! My Kimmy! You're alive! I'd given up hope! Oh my sweetheart, I'm so sorry I turned away for a moment! I'm so sorry!" Her mother sobbed.

For the longest time, they all just hugged each other. At last, Kimmy chirped, "I'm back Mommy! I'm home! Mardo rescued me!"

As one, all three of them turned and stared at us. Her father slowly stood up and stared at Mardo. "Who are you?" He asked.

"He's an angel!" Kimmy declared happily from her mother's breast.

Mardo bowed his head. "I found your daughter held in the home of a mafia crime boss in upstate New York."

Her parents gasped, but before they could say anything else, Mardo gently reached out and indicated Kimmy. "I will be happy to tell you what happened, but your daughter is beyond exhausted. Now that she is home and happy, what she needs more than anything is sleep, for she has had precious little in these last weeks."

Indeed, the girl suddenly looked tipsy and was blinking blearily. "'m tired, Momma." She mumbled.

"Please, come in." Her father whispered and picked his daughter up, carrying her to the couch. She was asleep in a moment, and while her mother hovered over her, the rest of us sat down at their kitchen table.

Mardo folded his hands on the table before him and looked grave. "First of all, I know you mistrust me and worry that I might even be the kidnapper, so let me first prove otherwise to you both. Dawn, she will be safe, I promise. Can you come join us for a moment? You can return to her right after, I just want to allay your fears of me."

The girl's mother came over and stood behind her husband, looking at us. "Who are you?" Her father repeated.

"My name is Mardo, and I am an angel." He said simply.

The two of them stared at him blankly. Again he grew two giant, beautifully white-feathered wings and gently waved them through the air, keeping his paws clasped on the table. Pop-eyed, the two parents stood up and touched the wings, which he folded at his back. After a moment of this, he gently retracted them into his body and they were gone.

"Can you trust me now?" Mardo said, gently smiling at them both.

Her father and mother looked at each other, then nodded and fell to their knees before us. "Lord!" They chorused.

The reaction they got from that was immediate and severe. "No! I am not God! Please, do not bow before me, I am only an angel, not to be worshipped! Please, do not dishonor me with worship!" He cried, obviously distressed, for reasons I could not fathom.

They both stood up, surprised, and he tried to calm himself down, speaking with a trembling voice. "Thank you. I am not God and do not take His place in anything. I am certainly not worthy to be bowed before, though I appreciate your hearts. I must make this brief, for I cannot stay long. Can you trust me now, David?"

The man nodded, still staring at him. "Yes Mardo. Tell us what happened!"

Taking a deep breath, the disguised Arch-Devil spoke. "Your daughter was kidnapped by Don Angelo, the mafia crime boss in charge of all of New York. In addition to all his other activities, he runs a fetish porn studio and produces pornography for pedophiles."

As that sank in, both parents began to cry. Mardo gently continued. "For his wicked crimes, and for all the children he has destroyed, I have ended Angelo's life, along with all those responsible. As for your daughter, I have erased all her memories of what happened. She remembers nothing of what they did to her, nor will she ever remember, it has been removed from her mind and cannot hurt her. This is the best I can do for her: only God could completely repair her and make it as if it had never happened. The point is, she will not be haunted by what happened, she will be able to live a normal, happy life, she will be able to grow up, find a husband, have children, and live happily, never knowing what she endured."

They were silent for a while, hugging each other closely and looking over at the form of their sleeping daughter every few seconds. "Thank God for you, Mardo. Thank you so much. I... I'd given up hope just yesterday, believing her to be dead." Her father whispered.

The chipmunk smiled gently. "You are most welcome. I am so glad I could find and return her. What I have left for you both is a decision which you must make together. Your daughter is safe, she was not given any diseases by them, and only with a doctor's checkup would it be discovered by others that she has been raped. If you wish it, I can also erase your memories of what I have told you."

"You will remember only that she was kidnapped and that a stranger returned her to you, slipping away before you could identify him. It will in some ways be easier for you if you do not remember what has happened, but in others, you will be left with a mystery that will never be solved. If you should happen to have her checked by doctors, you will rediscover that she was raped, though she will have no memory of it. I cannot guard you against the potential of these things happening, all I can do is offer you both the choice of blissful ignorance."

They sat in silence for a long time. At last, her mother softly spoke to us for the first time. "Should... should we keep the memories so that we can help her with the trauma of it?"

Patiently, Mardo shook his head. "There will be no trauma for she remembers nothing of what happened. I stress to you, Dawn; she will remember nothing, and will not carry scars of a horror that she doesn't even know happened."

It took some long discussion, but both parents at last asked to have their memories erased too. Gently, Mardo stood and smiled. "Alright then. We shall take our leave and I shall erase your recollection. I'm sorry, but you will not remember me, though I shall leave my memory in your daughter. She will tell you of a rescue by an angel with feathery wings, and a ride through the sky on his back, which shall forever confuse you. Cherish her, David. Cherish her, Dawn. You have been given a great gift to have found your daughter again. Every day from this one on is a gift with her. Remember that and never forget it."

He stepped over to Kimmy and gently shook her shoulder. The girl sleepily awakened. "You leavin', Mister Mardo?" She mumbled.

Gently nodding, he whispered "I am, honey. I'm glad you are home and safe. Be a good girl. Your parents aren't going to remember me tomorrow, but you will, OK? Don't be angry with them that they've forgotten, it must be this way. I shall never forget you, and I hope you shall never forget me, though."

"I won't, I swear!" She said in a heartfelt voice. "Do Mommy an' Daddy really have to forget? I wanna tell them about the ride you gave me!"

He hugged her. "I'm so sorry, but yes. I cannot reveal myself to the world, Kimmy. You know that, because nobody ever sees any angels, right?"

She nodded sadly. "Alright. I'll miss you, Mister Mardo. Will I ever see you again?"

"I cannot promise it. Perhaps someday our paths will cross, but I cannot say for certain. Goodbye now, Kimmy. Go to sleep." Her head immediately fell back onto the couch and her breathing slowed. Mardo straightened up and turned to her parents.

They both hugged him tightly. "Oh thank you so much! You are a hero, Mardo! Thank you for our daughter!" They both sobbed.

He hugged them back. "You are welcome. Now, your minds are getting fuzzy. It's strange, you remember the doorbell ringing, and your daughter being there with a male chipmunk, but when you were hugging her, he disappeared. Your daughter calls him an angel and says he rescued her from the kidnappers, but he was gone before you could even learn his name. You are grateful, but you will never see him, never remember. Her horrors are gone from your minds. She was kidnapped, now she's home. She's unharmed and remembers nothing. She's safe and happy, your joy has no limits. Sleep now. Sleep now. Sleep now."

The two dropped to their knees, laid down on the floor beneath the couch where their precious daughter slept, and dozed off. Silently, Mardo motioned for me to follow him, and we walked quietly out of the house. We walked down the sidewalk for a ways, then I suddenly grabbed him and hugged him tight.

I'd been silent nearly the whole time, a fifth wheel in the drama of the night, but I spoke at last. "Oh Mardo! I'm so proud of you! You really aren't a demon, are you? You really are an angel! That was the most wonderful thing I've ever seen. I love you, I'll always love you. You're my hero!"

* * *

My life calmed down to normality after that. I had indeed aced my tests, and was heading for summer vacation very happy and successful. The papers and news were filled with the mystery of Don Angelo, and of the kidnapped girl some good Samaritan had returned to her family. They reported the Don simply vanished, and while there was evidence of a protracted firefight, no bodies or blood was found at the scene. There were no other clues, leaving a legitimate and frightening mystery about the house.

After his rescue of the child, I loved Mardo with singular devotion and intensity unmatched. I honestly didn't see him as a demon anymore, but as an angel, and a kind and loving male with deep emotions and desires.

About a week later, I got up the nerve to ask him. "H... hey Mar?" I queried as we kissed, getting aroused before sex.

"Mmmmhmm?" He answered, letting me kiss his nose and paws, drawing my fingers over his slender, cute body.

I paused my touching and looked at him with a lump in my throat. "Could I... make love to you in your true form?"

He pulled back from where he'd been nibbling on me and stared in surprise. "Absolutely." He gently said, swelling and changing into a great, black demon.

I truly experienced kissing him in his demon form for the first time. His muzzle was large, his lips soft as velvet, and he had a thick, long, forked tongue. His needle-sharp teeth he kept carefully from nicking me as our tongues swirled together in kisses. I brought my hands up to his horns and explored them, great and sharp and beautiful. I drew my fingers over his body. His coal black skin was so silky and soft, and he was extremely warm... I thought his body temperature might be over one-fifteen Fahrenheit.

His downy red fur tickled my body as we writhed together, exploring and anticipating sex. I looked into his glowing red eyes and moaned "You are sooo magnificent, Mar. I think you look really beautiful like this."

His thick tail flicked a bit at that and he smiled. "You are very kind, dear. Let yourself go and do what I know you desire. Ask for it, it's OK."

I swallowed. "I... I... Oh God, I want you to show me how anal sex feels, Mar."

He grinned, flashing his sharp white teeth. "Ooooo! Yeah! Yes master, I would love to do that with you. I promise you it is delicious and sexy, better than anything you've dreamed of before."

Nodding, I rolled off of him, where I'd been on top to kiss him. I gulped down air as I settled onto all fours and watched him slowly pick himself up. His eyes sparked with anticipation, and he crawled around behind me. His thick, heavy black cock was throbbing with his heartbeat, and he had a large, red-flushed flair at the head, which looked tough to take on by itself, let alone with his thick shaft attached to it.

He drew his sharp-clawed hands over my hips, tenderly stroking around my ass with gentle, eager fingers. He molested my anus with his thumb, groaning in delight. "Humans have the sexiest asses in the world." He cooed happily.

I sighed and tried to relax, enjoying what he was doing, enjoying the sensations, eager to experience what was coming next. "Mar, please be gentle with me, baby. I'm a virgin back there, and I really don't want it to hurt bad."

He growled softly and grunted "I shall do as I desire, fuck-toy."

"Mar, I'm serious. Mierda or whatever, OK?" I said earnestly, getting a little worried.

He leaned over me and tenderly kissed me. "I promise I will go slow and be careful for you. With a little stretching, you'll be just fine and it won't hurt at all. That's what I'm doing right now; stretching you out with my fingers until you can take me. Just relax and enjoy it. Do you not want me to dominate you?"

I turned to look at him as much as I could, laying on my stomach. "No, I want you to, I just don't want to get hurt again, baby."

He kissed my neck and whispered "Trust me. I'll take very good care of you this time, I promise."

He straightened up and pushed a finger carefully into my rectum a bit, then grabbed the bottle of lube we'd gotten and dripped some on my rectum. It was cold and made me shiver a bit, then a warm finger smoothly and gently slid into me. I gasped at the sensation of my first anal invasion, tensing up even as I realized it didn't hurt. "Oh, fuck!" I gasped.

Letting out a whispering laugh, he started to gently finger fuck me. "Intense, isn't it? Very strange, but very nice, too. Don't fight it, just lie still and relax. This is my hole, Curt. I'm a very jealous lover; I don't share my boyfriend with anybody. This is my hole, and don't you forget it. Understand?"

"Yes master..." I whined, voice cracking with the strain.

At first he just pretty much slipped his finger in and out, gently buggering my ass with a careful rhythm. After a while though, he turned his hand and pressed his finger down at the base of my anus, pressing against and rubbing my prostate. I gasped in total shock again at a sensation unlike any I'd felt before. It was tied into sexual pleasure, but was quite different. It was kinky and arousing to feel him slowly, deliberately rub it with his careful finger.

It felt tingly, yet there was no chilling feeling with it. It was a full, satisfying feeling that made me groan like an ox. "Whoa! That's great! Oh fuck yeah! Hah! It's so good, Mardo! Mmmmmm..." I bit my lip and tried to keep still.

I heard his gentle whisper from behind me, sounding very bemused. "Oh, so my little slave-hole likes what I'm giving him, does he? You like it when I rub your special place? Just think how much better it will feel to get it rubbed by my thick, pulsing dick when I fuck your luscious little ass."

"Oh wow... Just the thought of the act of being fucked by you is making me go crazy, Mar..." I hissed.

He chuckled and swatted my ass. It was a sharp, stinging pain, and as I let out a dull exclamation from it, he began to work a second finger into my sphincter. "Ungaah!" I gurgled, trying hard to stay calm and relaxed.

"Such a sexy asshole. Such a beautiful, luscious asshole." Mar rumbled. "You have the cutest ass I've ever seen in all my years. It's so jiggly and round and perfect, I am just going to enjoy making you my little female more than anything else in the world. God, you've got a sexy asshole."

As he spoke, he more and more aggressively pushed that second finger into my body, making me sob and shake with pleasure. It felt so good to know that my boyfriend was molesting my ass, that he was going to sodomize me when I was ready. I was going to be his bitch, I was going to lay under him and let him take pleasure from my body. Was there any way I could have denied being gay before? There certainly wasn't now. I wanted to be fucked more than anything else in the universe. I screamed in horny exultation as he at last got both fingers into my rectum.

He pumped and worked my ass vigorously, pulling his fingers out for a moment, only to slip them back inside for another round of pleasure. I arched my back, protruding my butt into the air so that I could stroke my cock as he worked my ass. "Mar! I love this!" I cried happily. Sex had never felt so amazing, so raw and hardcore and pleasurable.

He pulled his fingers out and slid his two middle fingers down into me, then began pulling at the muscles, massaging and stretching them out vigorously. I gripped fistfuls of the blankets on my bed and shrieked like I was going to die. The feeling was beyond intense, but he managed to keep it just shy of painful despite how hard he was working me. "Such a fuckin' sexy asshole." He mumbled again.

I glanced back at him over my shoulder and could see that his charcoal-colored cock was dripping constantly and jumping with his heartbeat. His eyes were glowing nearly white-hot, and smoke or steam was licking from his parted lips. He was drooling on the bed he was so eager. "Oh Mardo..." I sang silkily at him.

He grabbed my hips and hauled me to my knees, squirting some more lube onto my asshole. My heart bounded in my chest, hammering so hard I felt dizzy. This was it, he was going to fuck me. He slid a finger into me one last time so distribute the lube, then crawled between my legs. "Arch your back. There you go. God you look sexy, Curt." He hissed.

I felt something prod my anus, and knew that glossy, dark, blunt demon glans was pushing at me. He grabbed my hip in his right hand and my shoulder in his left and slowly began to force my body back on him. I felt my muscles give, felt my body open up to envelope him... I was sobbing in lust. "Mardo, I love being yours. God, this feels so powerful, so intimate. I could never do this with anyone but you... and I love you so much for that."

He laughed. "Yeah, you take it, sweet little doll." He sharply increased the force, and my rectum popped, letting his head sink into my body. I felt his incredibly warm body heat right through his cock and into my guts.

He slowly but firmly pushed into me until I was filled with a dull ache as my bowels were filled beyond belief with his magnificent penis. "OhhhhhhmiGod. Ohhhhh shit. Fuck! Oh God that is so big! My intestines ache they're so full!" I wailed.

He pulled back slowly out, the rim of his flared head catching on my anal pucker, at last popping free with a sharp sting to my ass. Beyond that, my muscles forced him out, and he was pushed free, glossy with lube, throbbing with lust. He groaned contentedly.

He waited for only a second, then pushed his way back into me. "Keep it relaxed, baby. Your body can do this, just don't panic and don't tense up. Your lusty hole is the best I've ever had. Fuck, you are amazing." He growled.

He went in deep, and again I felt the dull pain. "Uhhhhnn!" I grunted like an ox again, and again he pulled it out, resting my muscles. His flare pulled free with no pain this time.

The third time he pushed in, I felt his balls press to my buttocks and could tell he'd gotten all of his glorious body into me. I yelped and panted in delight. He leaned over me. "You're taking it all, little fuck-toy. How do you like taking it from another male, from your demon lover? Oh fuck, this is great. Let me hear you scream, bitch."

I did as he asked, bawling and vocalizing my insatiable lust. He began to slowly fuck me, gradually picking up speed as my body became comfortable with what he was doing. After five minutes or so, he began to sodomize me properly, using powerful thrusts of his hips to smash his penis deep into my ass. I could hear squishing, slurping sounds that were embarrassingly loud coming from my rippling, jiggling rump.

He grabbed me under the armpits and pulled me up to kneel before him, wrapping an arm around my chest and waist, tightly hugging me to him as he fornicated with me. Just when I would think he could go no harder or faster, he would increase the force or his speed. The feeling of violation was just awesome. For several of the most delicious minutes of my life, I gave in to lust and let him fuck me.

I couldn't get enough of this illicit fuck. I was so crazy with lust, I wanted him to nearly fuck me to death. "Use me, Mardo! God, I want to feel fucked! Fuck me 'till I can't even walk for a week! I don't want to ever forget my first time taking you up my ass!" I shouted at him.

Laughing, he snarled "Careful what you wish for, you might just get it." He pushed me down onto the bed, laying on my stomach, lowered himself over me, and began to fuck me so hard I thought he would saw me in half. I bit my pillow and screamed, trying to weather the storm as he laughed and whooped in delight.

I managed to survive for the longest minute of my life, but it was becoming agony, and I was starting to regret my request of him. "Fuck Yes!" He shouted, just as I was about to ask him to stop. "I'm close, you little whining sissy! Here it comes!"

I bit my tongue and tried to outlast him. My ass was so open from being forced to take him, I felt like I might never have bowel control again. A few more powerful thrusts and I felt stinging hot semen begin to splash into my fuck-hole. He roared and pressed his hands onto my shoulders, pressing his entire weight onto my back and ass as he laid into me.

The cum burned like peppers again, but also was so slick that it reduced the friction and made the pain almost nullify as he spasmodically humped into me. A torrent of demon seed was flooding my ass, which was gulping him down as quickly as he could pump it in. "Fuck! I love your ass, Curt! Fuck! Fuck!" He roared. Pleasure unlike anything I'd ever felt washed over me.

He came for what felt like five minutes before at last letting out a groaning sigh and collapsing against me. His cock was still inside my ass, and I felt numb from the pounding treatment from my horny mate. The burning feeling from his demon sperm had already passed, and I just felt completely numb, unable to even tell if his cock was still inside of me or not.

I was crying softly. I felt violated, fucked, used, carelessly pummeled... but it was the greatest feeling in the world. "You OK, Curt?" He whispered.

"I love you SO much!" I sobbed in response. He cooed and hugged me, his glistening red fur tickling me as he stroked against me. At last he pulled his softening penis out of me, leaving me with the feeling of having been vacuumed out inside. I felt vacant and empty, a very unpleasant sensation.

"You are amazing, Curt. I love you too. I've never felt so happy, so content." He murred to me and gently massaged my sore rectum, helping the muscles to sluggishly close. I tried to clench my asshole, with limited success.

He gingerly helped me to sit up. "Wow. That was the most pleasure I've ever felt, and I didn't even cum." I groaned.

Raising an eyebrow, he pointed to the bed where my cock had been. There was a sizable puddle of cum left there, testament to the fact that I'd orgasmed from anal stimulation my first fuck. "You sure about that, my little love?" He rumbled.

I laughed and blushed, snuggling to him. We gently talked and admired each other for a while, and by then couldn't help but yawn. "Helluva day." I muttered. "Let's snuggle each other to sleep, dear."

We lay together, arm in arm, and dozed off snuggling and kissing each other.

* * *

I was free for the summer, but opted to stay in my room a couple more days before heading home. I wanted to enjoy intimate time with Mardo, but we also needed to figure out what to portray ourselves and our relationship as to my parents and friends. There was also the fact that I was incredibly sore and could barely walk after my first fuck, and Mardo was carrying me everywhere lovingly.

He didn't have much of an opinion on what to show my parents. He was glad to do whatever I wanted, and was eager just to be with me. He was willing to go over the various scenarios possible with me, however, and discuss the pros and cons of each.

I also consulted with Shana. She had somehow become a very good friend in a very short time, and we spent quite a lot of free time together now. Ko'ath was quiet and submissive to the bubbly and outgoing Shana, seeming to only be interested in serving her. She was quiet unless spoken to, and while we tried to include her in things, she was happiest just cuddling with Shana and contentedly listening to us.

I did as I'd promised, forcing my friends to one at a time go to her shop and sample various wares she had. Though she offered them to me for free, I adamantly insisted I pay for them as part of my restitution for what I'd done to her. Every one of my friends was blown away as she showed them things that could not possibly be and yet were. Word got around, and she was suddenly enjoying the best business she'd ever had.

It was the evening before we would drive home. I was packing, and Mardo seemed in a pensive mood for perhaps the first time since I'd met him. Unable to stand thinking that he might be sad, I paused what I was doing and walked over to hug him where he was standing, looking out of the window at the world below in his chipmunk form. "Mardo, what's wrong?" I gently whispered.

"Oh... nothing, master." He said distractedly.

I felt a little hurt. I felt so close to him there was nothing I wouldn't share with him. Why did he want to keep secrets from me? "Don't you trust me? Something's wrong, and I'd like to help if I could."

Turning around, he hugged me. "Right. I'm sorry, Curt. It's just... well... you know how much I love you. You know that I want to spend the rest of your life with you. You know that you're everything I've ever wanted in life... it's just... I feel as if I can't really prove my devotion to you."

His statement was inscrutable to me. "What? You've proven your love to me beyond the shadow of a doubt, Mar! I would die for you, and I know you would do the same for me. Why do you think you need to prove it?"

His eyes sadly found mine. "Because I am not truly free. No matter how much I care for you, no matter how much you care for me, I am your familiar, and you are my master. There will always be the element of you ordering me around at the back of our minds, because our relationship is locked in that pattern. I want to do as you ask as a free creature, simply because I love you and want to do things for you."

Smiling, I nodded. I understood now what he meant. "Yeah, I don't like it either, darling. Is there a way we can break that part of the spell without you being banished back to your world?" I laced my fingers through his.

He nodded. "Yes, reading the spell showed me that it is powerful. The binding that forces me to do your bidding is very nearly air-tight. It's simple, really: all you need to do is order me to be free of your orders in all things save for banishment. I will be completely free of slavery then, save for that one tiny thread, which is what shall keep me here on earth."

"Really?" I asked, surprised. "That's all there is to it? I mean... my words hold that much power over you?"

"As your familiar, yes, they do." He said. "My very existence is tied to doing as you tell me to do. Order me free from that and I shall be, keeping only the single thread of control over me will keep me here."

I took a deep breath. "I wish I'd done it a long time ago then. I love you Mar, I don't want to be your master, I want to be your equal."

He smiled. "Thank you, Curt. I love you dearly too."

"Then Mardo, from this day forth you are free from my commands, save for the command of returning you to your world. That is the only power I reserve to myself over you, in all other ways you are free. My life is in your hands, you owe me no allegiance anymore. I love you, please stay with me as my lover and mate, not as my servant."

He stood there silent, blinking. Slowly, he began to laugh. Louder and louder it grew, until he was roaring in mirth. I chuckled, unable to think what he found so funny. "Did I say it wrong? What's funny, love?"

He stifled his laughter. "You are truly naïve, boy. That's what's funny." He said, grinning maliciously.

My smile faded a bit. "What?" I said. He'd never called me 'boy' before.

He grinned triumphantly. "You just freed me. I have been banished from this world long enough, now it is time to rule it as we demons once did. You are a fool. A fool to think I would remain here, mindlessly devoted to you when I could have the entire world serving my every whim.

My smile was gone now, and I was feeling icy tendrils of fear grasping at my heart. "Mardo, love, please don't kid like that... You are kidding, aren't you?"

He retook his demon form and spread his wings, laughing. "You've been easy to manipulate, boy. Since the moment I realized I could not harm you nor break the spell, I have been working to earn your absolute trust and devotion so that you would free me from slavery with your own lips, as you have now done. I am going to take over this little planet with Ko'ath's help, and we shall rule it all as gods."

"No!" I whispered, tears streaking my cheeks. "Mardo, please! Please, no! I love you! I... I would die for you! Please don't be serious."

He stepped forward and grabbed my chin, turning my tear-streaked face up to his. "You are going to learn just how serious I am. Don't be afraid though, I have a bit of fondness for you from all our sex together. Because of that, I'm not going to kill you. Then again, watching the world burn and knowing you are responsible may be a worse fate, I don't know. Goodbye, little human. Thank you for handing me your planet."

With that, he crashed through my window, spreading glass everywhere, and flew into the sky, gone in a few seconds, leaving me choking and horrified.

* * *

After crying in a panic for a good half an hour, I realized I needed to find Shana. This spell had been hers, the idea had been hers, perhaps she could shed some light on what had just happened. Perhaps she could help. Perhaps Ko'ath could fight and stop Mardo.

I threw on my jacket and headed out to the street. I shivered as I looked over campus. It was unseasonably cold, and the sky was an unnatural red color. Off in the distance, I thought I could hear sirens, many-many sirens. I started to jog, then broke into a full run towards Shana's shop. I looked up at the sky and realized it was the color of blood, and it was seeping into the world as if from a bleeding wound.

I'd never felt such terror and confusion in all my life. Part of me still thought it was some joke. I had been beyond positive that Mardo loved me. I loved him more than life itself. I would have died for him, and he had betrayed me. He'd told me it was all a ruse to make me trust him. How could it be true?

It was the longest run of my life; longer even then when I'd been chased by mobsters. I burst through the door of Shana's shop and found her waiting at the door for me. She swung it closed and locked it immediately after I was through it. "Shana!" I panted. "Mardo! He..."

"He's free and he's taking over the world." She said, grimly.

"What? You know? How do you know? Where's Ko'ath?"

She sighed. "Mardo came for her about a half an hour ago. He told me you'd freed him and he was now going to take over, and I believe he has enough power to do it. Have you been listening to the radio? He already killed all the state senate, and declared on national news that he's going to take over the country and kill all who oppose him. I think he's flying to the capitol as we speak."

I fell to my knees and sobbed. "I can't believe it! I just can't believe he'd do this! I love him so much, he was so sweet! Oh Shana, he asked me to free him and I agreed! I was positive I could trust him, that I knew him, that he loved me! He played me for a fool! It was all an act!"

"No bigger a fool than he played me." She said softly. "I already had freed Ko'ath two days ago, though I now rather think she was never mine to free. I believe Mardo tricked me and somehow summoned her and bound her to himself, leaving her here as a plant for when he managed to convince you to free him."

She handed me a tissue, and I blew my nose. "What are we gonna do, Shana? This is all our fault!" I cried.

Shaking her head sadly, she said "No, this is all my fault. I wanted to believe that demons weren't really evil, simply misunderstood, and I pushed you into that summoning because of it. Your only crime was believing me and loving him, but the warnings on the spell were plain as day. I had to ignore the truth to do what I did."

"But Shana!" I wailed. "That girl he freed! The one I told you about! He was so good! He was so kind and generous! He was a selfless hero! How could this happen? Why would he help her like that? I can't believe that he's doing this of his own free will!"

"Shhhh... Don't shout, Curt, I'm standing right here." She gently said. "No, I fear he did that simply so that you would trust him and see him as good and righteous, so that you would believe in him. He had to trick you into freeing him, and if there was even a shadow of a doubt about him, he knew you would not do it."

"I want to die!" I screamed, my heart tearing in shreds at her words.

She dropped to her knees and hugged me where I'd fallen to the floor, gently rocking me and speaking words of calming to me as I cried. "He played us both for fools, Curt. I know it hurts. I know. It's alright."

After a long time, I managed to gain a modicum of control over myself. "Shana, how can you be so calm? Didn't you love Ko'ath?"

Those words made a tear fall from her eyes. "Indeed I did, Curt. I will grieve my broken heart for a long time, but right now, we must put away our anguish and try and make these things right, for they are our fault. Can you put away your pain and help me?"

I swallowed thickly and nodded. "You... you actually have a plan to fix this?" I whispered.

Standing up, she nodded and offered a hand, drawing me up to my feet. "Yes I do. Mardo never turned over the paper the spell was on. If he had done so, he would not have let us live. I think he believed we could be no threat to him, and that alone gives us hope. Come, we need to get to my house."

She put a coat on and I followed her into the street. She locked her shop and we began to walk quickly towards her home, both lost in our own anguished thoughts. After a time, I reached out and took her paw in my hand. "Shana. I so sorry. You were only trying to help me. If only I hadn't freed him. If only I hadn't listened, we could have gone on forever believing we were loved. This would not have happened."

She squeezed my fingers and smiled up at me, her eyes glistening with tears. "I already said, it isn't your fault. I did the same thing with Ko'ath. Mardo was far more crafty than we are, Curt. We didn't stand a chance."

"So what can we do?" I whispered.

She squeezed my hand tightly. "We cast the spell on the other side of that parchment."

Hardly daring to hope, I whispered "What? What kind of spell is it? Will it banish both of them back to hell?"

"No, it is another summoning spell." She sighed.

I stared at her in horror. "What? You want to summon another demon to try and fight him? Are you crazy? That will just make this all worse! We can't trust demons!"

"No, no." She shook her head. "It will not summon another demon, it will summon an angel."

* * *

I stared at her, slowly taking that in. "An angel." I said softly.

"Indeed." She said sadly. "The only creature powerful enough to fight the demons on an equal level. We must summon an angel familiar to fight and subdue Mardo, then banish him back to his home."

I listened to the clip clop of her hooves, unable to avoid the comparison to the sound of Mardo walking when in his demon form. "Will it work?" I asked her in a tiny voice.

"It simply has to." She said, heaving a massive sigh. She squeezed my hand, and I was glad for the contact, even if it did remind me of holding hands with Mardo.

At last we arrived at her house and stepped inside. Wordlessly, we made our way to the windowless summoning room. I stood there and watched as she lit all the candles around the room, feeling a nagging sense of dread. How could I possibly be going to do this with her again? "Who will the angel be bound to?" I asked, fearing her answer.

Speaking over her shoulder, she confirmed my fear. "We need to bind it to you. Mardo is bound to you, and I believe that fact will be important in an angel being called forth that will have sufficient power to fight him. Besides that, these spells cannot be self-cast. It would be fatal, as Mardo showed me."

"Don't you think he was lying about that?" I asked, indignantly wishing it could be anyone but me.

She struck another match and continued to light candles before answering. "Oh, quite probably he was, but we dare not call his bluff. If we are wrong and he told the truth, we will destroy our chances of stopping him. Regardless, I say again that it needs to be you. Mardo was an incredibly powerful Arch-Devil. Ko'ath would have been no match for him, I am sure of it. Similarly, any angel I summon will be no match. You have a power about you that I am certain will draw an equally powerful angel. Trust me on this, Curt."

Silently, I nodded. She finished lighting all the candles, then began to throw off her clothes. I followed her lead, and naked, we both sat down in the center of the floor. She lifted up the dagger and poked me with it, beginning to draw blood from me. I was trembling and couldn't seem to stop.

"I don't want to do this, Shana. What if we make it worse? It was a terrible mistake last time, a terrible, terrible mistake. I'm worried what will happen when we do this."

She didn't pause milking blood from my arm. "Curt, how can we possibly make it worse? Mardo is going to take over the world and cast it into fire and blood. He is powerful enough to kill anyone who opposes him, even the most powerful armies will fall like tissue. This is our only hope, don't you see?"

Swallowing, I nodded. "Oh Shana, my sweet Mardo... please, can't this just be a dream?"

Wiping something on the cut that cauterized the wound, she tremblingly said "I wish it was, Curt. I truly wish it was. Let us begin."

She drew a circle and began to write symbols all around it in blood. They were as different from the demon summoning marks as it was possible to be, however. The jagged, slashing demon marks were completely the opposite of the comforting swirls and beautiful curves she drew out. Again the blood began to glow, this time in a gentle green color that was very relaxing.

Finishing the circle, she leaned forward and began to draw swirling symbols in blood all over my naked flesh. The blood was cold, and I shivered. "Oh please, God. Let this be the right thing to do." I whispered.

She didn't answer, but I saw her nod her agreement. She began to hum a melody, very different from the frightening, off-key tune she'd sung before summoning Mardo. It was peaceful and sweet, and relaxing and calming. It made me feel that this would be OK, that it was the right thing to do.

She began to speak a lyrical, gentle language that was poetic and lovely. The green light intensified, and instead of a roaring, I began to hear a sweet singing sound echoing through the room. She spoke the final words, and I was again thrown from the center of the circle as a creature descended from above the ceiling to land upon it. I had a new familiar.

Fearfully, I stared at him and beheld a magnificent, beautiful creature that was in all ways the opposite of a demon. He looked canine, with a handsome, wolf-like face. His fur was purest white, and he had a head of long curly blonde hair. His tail was long and fluffy, perhaps looking more like a snow-leopard's tail than a wolf's.

Whereas Mardo had been big and powerful and built like a tank, this lovely creature was slender and lithe, with a perfect, athletic build. He had lovely, chiseled pecs and a perfect six-pack on his tight, toned tummy. His back had a regal curve down to a very full, round, sexy ass. His arms were lithely muscled, and his paws were beautiful and delicate with long fingers and shiny black claws.

Growing out of his shoulder blades were a pair of magnificent, huge, white-feathered wings. They looked familiar, and I realized that Mardo had copied a real angel's wings for his ruse in pretending to be an angel. He folded them up tightly against his back as he looked around at us.

His legs were long and shapely, his feet perfect and sexy as he stood barefoot before us. He was naked, with a perfect pink penis dangling before a generous set of lovely, full balls. White fur covered his testicles, and his sheath as well. There could have been no more perfect and beautiful a body as his. In spite of my anguish, seeing him awakened the dull ache of desire deep within my tattered heart.

He stared at us as we stared at him. He at last broke the silence first. "Where am I? Who are you? What just happened?"

I barely even heard Shana explaining to him where he was and who we were. When she identified me as his master, he turned and stepped over to me. He seemed to see that I was in shock and sorrow, because he reached out and took my fingers in his delicate, lovely paw and softly spoke. "My name is Gabriel, master. What's yours?"

Dashing tears from my eyes, I shakily said "Curt."

"And why have you brought me here, Curt?"

Taking a deep breath, I sobbed "To fix the mess I've made!"

He was gentle and empathetic. He lead us out into Shana's front room and sat down next to me, gently putting his arm around me and pulling me close to his warm, soft, furry body. I looked up into his brown eyes and felt very moved by his kindness. "Tell me all; everything that has happened, Curt. I can feel your broken heart." He tenderly whispered.

Shana and I told him of our follies. We were hesitant at first, but soon were tearfully telling him everything, everything we could remember down to the smallest details. I told him of Mardo, and of his betrayal, of his fooling me into trusting and loving him, of his convincing me to free him, and of his declaration that he would take over the world. Gabriel was silent through it all, listening with careful attention.

When we'd at last finished, the air was quiet except for our sniffles. Slowly, he said "So, this is where Mardo went. He disappeared about a month ago, causing quite a stir. Now I learn that he found a way back to Earth. The two of you can relax and let go of your shame and guilt. You were pawns in a far reaching plan by the demons to retake Earth. That you were fooled by him is no cause for shame; demons thrive on deception and trickery. Even at the end he was not telling you the truth."

Shana and I looked at each other from across Gabriel's chest. "P... plan to retake Earth?" I asked softly.

The beautiful, shimmering angel let out a sigh. "About six months ago, the demons assaulted our home in the widest attack they'd ever made. They threw every last able-bodied warrior at us in multiple theaters of war all across the angelic capitol. The fighting was brutal and vicious and lasted for weeks. We thought they would fight us to the last soldier standing, but as suddenly as they had attacked, they retreated, leaving us the daunting task of rebuilding."

"We discovered that on the last day of the war, the day they retreated, they'd succeeded in breaking into our great magical archives. They tore through it, destroying many books and countless decades of knowledge in a show of force that made no sense. Now though, I realize that it was their target all along. What they stole was a page from The Summonings Book, a page that held spells that would allow them to return to earth."

He put an arm around each of us. "Somehow, they got that page into the hands of an Earth Sorceress, one with enough ability to cast the spell. They gave the page to you, Shananara."

I saw the realization dawn on her face. Slowly, Gabriel spoke. "Yes, you thought the page was from your grandmother, but it had only just been placed there, where you were sure to find it. The promises of power therein were all the insurance they would need to be sure you would try the spell."

"It was only a matter of time then, before a situation arose where you cast the spell. When a desperate boy came to you, filled with terror at the horrors he'd just witnessed, the temptation was too great and you acted. Mardo made certain that the spell would call him, and so he was returned to Earth, a domain he once ruled. From then on, you can probably guess the story. It was his mission to make you trust him, so that you could free him from the one caveat of the spell: He was bound to you as a slave for as long as you would have him."

Slowly, Shana spoke. "But... how would they have known I would cast the demon summoning spell instead of the angel summoning spell on the other side, the one we used to call you? It was an awfully big risk to their plan. Why not recopy the spell to a new page without the counterspell on it?"

The lovely angel smiled gently at her. "Because that spell was angelic magic. Any spell as dangerous as the one you used, we always place a counterspell on the opposite side of the page, in invisible ink. It is only revealed after the first spell is cast. Because of that, the demons had no clue there was another spell on the page; they thought the back of it was blank."

Gasping, Shana sat back in the couch. "No wonder I didn't notice the other spell at first! It wasn't there until I summoned Mardo! I thought I was going crazy!"

Everything at last made sense now. "So Gabriel, you can fight him and send him back to his home, right?" I asked, hopefully.

The angelic being sighed and looked at me sadly. "I have fought Mardo before, Curt. He is vicious and powerful, and endlessly clever. Demons will do anything to win a battle, something we angels are not willing to do. Because of that, I have never once bested him in combat. No, we must outwit him and use the tools we have against him, to trap him and remove him from the earth."

Had I heard him right? "What tools?" I asked, lamely.

"The one dent in his otherwise impenetrable armor; the fact that you still maintain a thread of control over him. You can banish him back to his own world, if only we can get you close enough to call a command out to him."

"He..." I paused, mulling it over. "Wait, if I can do that to him, why did he not simply kill me so that I was removed as a threat?"

Gabriel shook his head. "I truly have no idea."

I sat up, trying to strengthen my resolve and steady my nerves. "Alright, I'm ready. Get me within range of Mardo, and I'll order him to return from whence he came." I said firmly.

"No, master. We cannot do it yet." He softly said.

"What? Why not? Gabriel, he may be killing countless people as we speak! We need to stop him right now!" I protested.

The angel stood up and paced around the room. "I know that, but what do you think he is going to do the minute you and I come flying towards him? Remember, Mardo is very, very intelligent, Curt. He will realize in an instant what we are trying to do. He will go into hiding, ruling the world from a secret location, and we shall never have the opportunity to strike again. We must come up with a plan that is foolproof. As much as we may wish to hurry, that is precisely what we cannot afford to do. We must carefully and methodically decide what our course of action must be."

Tears began to flow from my eyes again. "I just can't believe this is happening... I was sooo happy with him."

Gabriel stared at me with his beautiful light brown eyes. There was unbelievable kindness in them. "I am so sorry, Curt. I can promise you that once he is banished, I will be able to fix the damage he does to your world."

He gently took me in his arms and embraced me. I sobbed quietly into his fur for a long time. Shana stood by, looking like a fish out of water, putting her paw on my shoulder consolingly. "Please stop blaming yourself, Curt. It was my fault that this happened. I am to blame." She squeaked.

Once I could control myself, I looked up at Gabriel. He looked at me sadly and smiled. "Curt, you have suffered enough pain from this. I cannot erase it from your soul, but I can lessen it so that you can bear it and move on. Mardo truly was sweet to you, and I can feel how deeply he made you love him, far beyond what a human should have to live with. Let go of the hurt. Release it. Let go."

As he spoke, I felt a wave of calm wash over me. I imagine that Mardo's wiping of other people's minds must have felt similar. Somehow, Gabriel lessened the sweeping feel of my brokenness, and comforted me with gentle, loving sensations that made me relax.

When he finished with me, he turned to Shana. "Dear, your pain runs just as deep, but you are bottling it up tight inside. Such anguish will knife its way out through your sanity if you cannot let it go. Let it out, and I shall heal you as much as I may."

She shook her head. "I feel if I release it I shall explode." She whispered.

I stepped forward, wanting to help her as I had just been helped. "Shana, you loved her dearly, didn't you? Mardo told me how passionate a Succubus is. He told me that they rewrite the sexuality of their lovers so that they are only drawn to their demoness for the rest of their lives. Your love must have been insanely strong, bolstered by how much she drew you to her. I'm here, Shana, I understand how betrayed you feel. Let it out."

Her lower lip trembled as she studied my face, and then she began to bawl like her world was ending. She hugged me so tightly I could barely breathe, sobbing in hysterical anguish. Gabriel put his paws on her shoulders and gently squeezed them. As it had for me, his touch slowly sipped the poison from Shana's heart, leaving her exhausted, sad, but willing to live again.

He cupped her face in his paws. "Shana, I can repair the damage the Succubus did to your body. I'm going to do that now, is that OK? You will sleep for a long time while you heal, and when you awaken, her magic ravaging of you will be gone, and you will be able to love again."

She shook her head. "I don't believe I deserve that. It is my fault the demons are here. I deserve to have my body destroyed, I don't deserve to ever love again for what I did."

Shaking his head, Gabriel scolded her. "Now that is just plain not true. Shana, you must let go of the guilt. You were manipulated by a creature over four-thousand years old. With your short life and limited experience, you could not have hoped to withstand him. It was going to happen, it was just a matter of when. Now, I can feel how tired you are. Let go and sleep, dear heart. Let go."

She sank into his arms unconscious. He picked her tenderly up, like a father or a lover might, and carried her to her bed, laying her down on it and gently pulling the covers up around her neck. "Be at peace, little one. You are not to blame." He whispered to her, then straightened up and looked at me sadly. "She carried unbelievable guilt and feelings of responsibility in her, Curt. The only thing that kept her from killing herself was her hope that she could make things right before she died. She tried to put on a brave face, but her hurt was even deeper than yours. Please do not blame her for what has happened. She was as manipulated as you were."

"I... I don't, Gabriel. All she is guilty of is trying to help me, trying to save my life."

We stepped back into her living room and sat down. He began to chew a claw absent-mindedly. "I have an idea for how we can banish him, but it is going to be hard, and it is going to be all up to you."

I shivered as I stared at him. "W... what? Gabriel, I summoned you here to help me! What do you mean it is going to be all up to me?"

He sighed. "Let me tell you my plan, then we can discuss it."

* * *

Mardo had taken over Washington D.C. He was enjoying this new period of Earth's history, it was filled with decadence greater than any he could have imagined. The president of the US was his slave, most of the country's military was destroyed, and whenever he got tired of lording it over this little country, he would move on to take over the world. It was all so easy, and there were no angels to stop him this time.

Ko'ath slunk into the room just then, moving with the usual over-sexed movements of a Succubus. She'd played her part well, that was for certain. He waved a hand at her, lounging back on the couch in the president's office. "Yes, what is it, Ko?"

She bowed, showing the proper respect for her powerful lord. "I beg your pardon, oh king, but... Curt is here, begging to see you."

That was a bit of a shock to Mardo, but he didn't let on. That the boy was here could spell trouble. "What did he want?"

She groveled a bit before him, seeming to sense his tension. "He begged to see you, and when I demanded to know the reason why he should be given an audience, he said he loves you and begs you not to leave him behind. He says he will do anything just to be with you."

That a demon's heart could be touched was evidence just how powerful the bond of love was that they had forged together courtesy of the spell. The truth of the matter was, he missed Curt. He tried to tell himself it was not as a lover or an equal, but as a sex toy and a pet, but the truth was he would greatly enjoy having him around. Still, Curt presented the only danger he currently faced. With a command, the boy could banish him. The question was, how to keep him from doing that?

He rumbled softly to himself, then spoke to the Succubus. "Put a ball gag on him, bind his hands behind his back, and bring him here." He commanded. She bowed and hurried away.

A moment later, the door opened and she pushed Curt into the room, closing the door after him. He stumbled a bit at her rough push, looking back at the door, then took in the room before him.

* * *

I was in the president's office of the White House. There before me, lounging on the couch, naked and still achingly beautiful, was Mardo. He was watching me with an unreadable expression in his eyes. I stumbled forward and fell to my knees before him, sobbing into carpet as I prostrated myself before him. "Unnnhh! Uuuuugh!" Was about all the articulation I could manage past the uncomfortable gag I'd been fitted with.

Reaching down with a big hand, Mardo grabbed a fistful of my hair and hauled me up by it, smirking at me. "Why exactly are you here, Curt? Did you miss me?"

I nodded vigorously, tears dripping from my eyes. I didn't have to pretend that these emotions were real. I looked up at him with deep longing etched into my face. He grinned lazily, obviously enjoying having power over me as he released my hair. I immediately pressed my face to his chest fur, unable to embrace him, but trying to do so anyway by pressing my whole body against him.

"Do not presume to touch me!" He snarled and struck me hard, sending me spinning away. I lay there on the floor and bawled at the top of my lungs through the gag, drool and tears staining the carpet.

He stared at me, sobbing so pitifully, and his face softened. "Oh, Curt. I'm sorry. Come here, little one."

I got up to my knees and hobbled to him, and he embraced me tightly. "You are such a little sweetheart, Curt. I can't find it in my heart to lord my power over you, my little pet." He gently released the bindings on my arms, and I threw them around his neck, sobbing and trying to speak, but only making guttural noises through the gag.

He held me and comforted me for a long time, and despite my free hands, I did not remove the gag, as he had not bid me do it. When my tears slowed, he held me up at arm's length. "Would you like to stay with me, Curt?"

"Mmmm! Mmmmmhmmmm!" I managed emphatically, nodding my head.

"You shall not have one ounce of my power. You shall be a sex toy and a plaything to me, there to look good hanging on my arm. You shall be my slave, and I shall be your master. Will you do that?"

"MMmmmmhmmm!" I confirmed again, hugging him with all my strength.

He reached up and undid the ball gag. As soon as my lips were free, I sobbed "Oh Mar, please! I love you! I would die for you, I told you that and I meant it! Please don't leave me behind anymore! I don't care what you do, I don't care anything about my position, all I want is to be with you! Mardo, why did you leave me? I would have come with you! I would have gladly done all I could to help you!" I couldn't speak anymore, and just sobbed into his chest.

I could tell he was truly floored and taken aback at my willing subservience. "Curt... I am sorry. I did not think you would willingly accompany me as I enslave and dominate your entire planet. Was I wrong about that?"

"Oh yes, master! I've seen your heart, and I know you are good. I know you would rule this world so much better than we ever could. I know you will be a good emperor, I trust you." I moaned, still crying into his fur.

"Aww!" He cooed, deeply touched. "Curt, then I owe you a great apology. I should have trusted you more with my plans. Join me, little human, be my lover, be my mate, and I shall do my best to make you as happy as you have made me." With that, he took me in his arms and kissed me deeply.

It was frighteningly easy to kiss him, to melt into his arms and feel his warmth and life. The thought of giving in and staying with him was overwhelmingly strong. I was drowning in his scent, his touch, his sexy body... I couldn't deny that I still had incredibly deep feelings for him. "I love you, Mardo." I whispered as he at last pulled his lips from mine.

Brushing his hand through my hair, he whispered "Listen to me now, Curt. In private, you shall be my precious little lover, the way things used to be. In public, however, you are not to touch me, not to speak, not to show any outward signs of our relationship. I will not have any visible weaknesses before my slaves. If you do any of these things, I shall punish you severely, do you understand? Break the rules, and I will have you killed."

I started to shake, looking up at him, tears forming again. "Y... you would kill me just for touching you?" I whispered.

He gently stroked my head, reminding me of a human stroking a pet dog. "Curt, I love you, but I must rule this place with an iron fist. I cannot reveal a weakness to the world. There is no place in an emperor's heart for love and tenderness. I shall put you on a leash and you shall accompany me everywhere I go. You simply must remain silent and distant from me until night, when we are alone together and I can love you. Then and only then, we can be equals and lovers. If that is not acceptable to you, then you may leave right now." His voice hardened as he spoke that last part.

I immediately capitulated. "No! No master, I swear I shall do as I am told. I will fight desires and remain an accessory for you to carry around with you. I... I don't feel very beautiful though, like I shall make a particularly good trophy pet."

He chuckled at that and kissed my cheek. "I find your youth and sweetness to be very lovely, and I find your body to be ravishing and your face hypnotic and appealing. I think you are strikingly beautiful, and my opinion is the only one which matters. Any who would dare to insult you insults my taste in men and will meet with a most grizzly end.

As he spoke, he disrobed me until I sat on his lap naked. He growled in eagerness, and I felt his thick warm penis swell underneath me. I moved and freed it, watching it lift free and throb. My fingers began to explore him, and he got even harder, if such a thing is possible. "It's been too long since I fucked you, Curt. Get on your hands and knees. Right now." He thickly ordered.

I did as I was told, dropping to the floor on all fours, arching my back and wriggling my ass at him. He growled in delight, staring at me with heated lust in his eyes. I knew what was coming from him; a hard, rough fuck that would leave me sore and limping for days. I loathed getting fucked by him, not because I found it distasteful, but because I still had feelings for him and was worried I would lose my resolve to banish him in a tide of passion and sex.

He drew his fingers over my ass, digging his claws in a bit, making me shudder. "Oh yes. So tiny and delicate you are, Curtis... helpless and young and naïve. You are luscious, you are sweet. Your ass is so perfect and your balls dangling between your legs look good enough to eat." He paused and spit on his cock, distributing it around and spitting more to soak himself up. "You look fucking hot!" He exclaimed and pushed his cock into my guts.

I gritted my teeth as he pushed it all in at once, mewling in pain and the overwhelming feeling of fullness he was giving me. I'd not felt this for a week or more, and my body was not yet used to heavy, rough fucking, which is exactly what he gave me right then and there. I felt his hot, charcoal-black, throbbing dick force its way into my underused ass, opening me up so wide it was maddeningly painful.

He began to pound into me, grunting in delight and obviously enjoying the first sex he'd had since our last time together many days ago. "Ow! Master, it hurts!" I squealed. "Please, not so rough! Mierda, Mardo! Please be gentle!"

He laughed derisively. "No, no code words. No stopping. I shall fuck your body as hard and as long as I desire, and right now I am very hungry indeed. Give in to me and I will teach your body to accept what I give it through force. Feel free to make as much noise as you need to, though."

I howled in pain as his big cock slammed into me over and over again, endlessly pummeling me. He was slippery and silky, but so very much too big for my inexperienced body. I sobbed and writhed, gripping the carpet and nearly desperate to get away from his rough abuse.

He grabbed my hips and stood up with me, bringing me up to nearly stand on my hands upside-down, then started fucking down into me, lifting me up against him at the same time with his powerful arms. It felt incredible, but too painful to be enjoyable.

He was obviously enjoying directing me about like a helpless sex toy. He pulled me off his penis, giving me a few seconds of sweet relief as he dragged me over to the president's desk, standing me in front of it. He then pushed me over hard onto the desk, grabbed my right leg and lifted it high into the air so that I was nearly forced to do the splits, then plowed back into me with a hard, rough jab.

He seemed to revel in my cries of pain, and I was finally seeing what he enjoyed sexually; domination, abuse, rough and loveless fucking. I realized that despite his promises that he hadn't meant to abuse me before when we'd fuck, he actually had. He enjoyed making me hurt as he fucked me, enjoyed hearing me cry in pain. Those times we'd fucked before and he'd hurt me, apologizing afterwards... those were times he was showing his true colors, had I paused to see them.

Faster and harder he fucked, making me plead silently for him to hurry up and finish. Serving him was going to be hell. "M... master... please... please, it hurts..." I sobbed.

He laughed at my tears and fucked even harder, laughter turning to grunting, then an exuberant snarl as his seed flooded my screaming ass. I felt the burn of it, the slickness of it as it lubed my guts... I felt him squirt and squirt, hot demon spunk flowing into my anus until he was utterly spent.

Finished and satisfied, he carelessly pulled out of me and released me, causing me to fall over from the position he had me in. "Good fuck." He grunted, standing over me.

It made me hate him, then. Deep down, I'd meant what I'd said. I would have given up banishing him if he would have but loved me and made things like they had been. Now, however, I was learning just how little he thought of me. I was a fuck-toy, a pet, a curiosity and a kink, but never an equal. He didn't truly love me, he never had, he never would. He appreciated only my foolish and mindless devotion, and enjoyed stretching and abusing that devotion.

"Go clean your ass up." He grunted at me. "Don't go leaking shit or blood on my new carpet. I like my new office. Bathroom's through there."

Painfully I picked myself up, sniffling, and hobbled very stiffly towards the bathroom. How was I going to survive this long enough? It seemed insurmountable. I spent a long time crying and cleaning myself, at last slowly and painfully returning to the oval office.

He was lounging behind the desk when I arrived. He ignored me, but I could tell he was still paying very close attention to me. Subserviently, I made my way over to him and lay down at his feet. He chuckled and put his hooves on me, using me for a footrest. I hugged his feet and groveled against him.

He then turned his attention to messing with the governments of the world. He made phone calls and threats to various government leaders from all developed nations. He laughed at them if they threatened back. He seemed able to kill people standing around the leaders, shocking them before hanging up on them. It reminded me very much of how he'd interacted with the mafia members he'd killed.

All the while he kept a close watch on me, and I merely huddled to the ground and made myself small. Ko'ath slunk in an hour or so later. "Master, the prince of Wales is here and demands to speak with you."

He chuckled. "Wales? Sounds like an appalling place. I hate it already. Send him in."

Once she'd left, I whispered. "M... master? May I please put on some clothes?"

"No you may not!" He snarled. "You are my trophy, my toy. I shall show off your sex and your ass to all who visit me." He fitted me with a collar affixed to twenty or more feet of cold steel chain. "That is all the clothes you get. Do you understand?"

I swallowed and nodded, crying silently. The door opened again letting a sharply dressed older man into the room. He stared at the red-furred demon relaxing back in the chair. "My God. I couldn't have believed it when they told me, and yet here it is."

"It?" Mardo sneered. "You come from a pathetic little country still living in its once great past, that wasn't all that great when closely examined, and you insult me?"

The gentleman looked at me with a contemptuous gaze, cowering there at Mardo's feet. I could still tell I was being closely watched. "My country is one of the greatest! We are a world power, and we will not bow to your orders and whims! We will fight to the last man, woman and child, demon!"

Mardo laughed cruelly. "You will, will you?" He gestured, and the old man was lifted into the air with a cry. Mardo dangled him around like a marionette, flipping him over and over in the air, helplessly flailing about. I swallowed and looked away as the man at first cried out in fear, then began to shriek as if in pain. It made me look, and I saw that Mardo was flinging him back and forth, snapping his head back from the force of the movement. As I watched, he slammed the old man rather hard into the wall, then dropping him in a pile on the floor.

He got up and stepped over to where the prince was painfully trying to get up, panting and groaning in fear. I was pulled along by the chain, which he had gripped in his big claws. "Still think you will resist me?"

"We shall! We shall fight y..." He was jerked up into the air even harder, and this time spun and slammed about violently. Again he shrieked in fear and pain as Mardo laughed and amused himself.

When the demon at last dropped him again, he quietly said "I have already taken over this country, a much larger, vastly more powerful country. What makes you think you shall have any strength to resist me? A single glance and I can do this to your entire pathetic population, and fling them around until bones snap and organs burst from the strain. They will beg me to stop, beg to be allowed to live and serve me.

"Now, how shall I deal with you? Hmmm. The puny, weak-willed president of this little country is already my slave, I think you shall join him. Ko'ath!"

The succubus hurried in. "Master?"

"Place this sobbing wretch with my other slaves. When the time comes to subdue Europe, his country shall think twice about resisting me when they see him." He grunted.

I swallowed thickly, realizing more and more how much the Mardo I'd loved had simply been him acting a part, not the real him. I felt betrayed and used by him, but I could tell he was still watching me very closely. I would never get the words said before he would tear me to shreds, so all I could do was submit to him, let him walk all over me and everyone until he at last dropped his guard.

* * *

Days passed. Weeks passed. The only good thing seemed to be that Mardo had no great ambition to take over the world quickly and seemed to be enjoying lording over one country while the rest of the world watched him in fear. Always, he was on guard around me, never letting me out of sight or mind. I prostrated myself before him, naked and humiliated, silently begging him to trust me just once, for just a moment so that I could banish him.

There were only glimpses of kindness and love shown to me anymore. After hard, painful fucking, he would sometimes hold me in his arms and whisper sweet nothings to me, most of which I knew were not true anymore. I still had to bear it and accept him, worshipping him with all my being, demeaning myself for him. "I love you so much, Mardo." I whispered, nuzzling in his red fur, secretly hating him for what he'd done to me and to the whole world.

He would leave for days at a time, and the news would be filled with his violent exploits all over the world. He didn't stop the papers from reporting on him and his atrocities, he seemed to think it was funny. In a moment though, he could grow furious with them and go slaughter a whole news crew, so they were reporting against him at their own peril.

His guard was forever up around me. I had to find ways to make him trust me, to believe I was his mindless drone. I procured a cloth and polish and would shine his hooves and horns until they sparkled like diamonds. I moved on to manicuring his long claws, sharpening and polishing them until they were perfect and needle sharp, which he liked. I would brush his fur and hair, massage him and fawn over him, do my best to act as if I simply adored him and lived for the rare times he would smile at me or kiss me.

I at last was given my chance when an entourage from Japan arrived. Masquerading as emissaries, they walked in and bowed low. I was nervous because there were ten of them, many of which were Bengal tigers, legendary for their speed. They began droning on boringly about serving fealty and willing submission in exchange for autonomy, and Mardo quickly lost interest and let his attention wander.

For a moment he turned and gazed out the window in a direct show of disdain for them, and in that moment they struck. They had hidden weapons all over the place and whipped them out, flinging them and diving at Mardo as one. "Master!" I screamed and barreled into him, sending him sprawling out of the way of the shards of metal they'd flung at him.

The problem was, I was now in the path of the projectiles, and was impaled by several sharp, wicked looking pieces of metal. I felt them slice into me, as I fell over I watched blood blossom out from the wounds.

I hit the carpet and watched Mardo wring their necks with magic, listening to the sounds which suddenly seemed to be a long way off. He stood over their corpses, snarling, then whirled on me. "You!" He roared, then saw the pool of blood. His expression changed from anger to shock, then worry.

He strode over to me and knelt, gently lifting my head into his lap. "Curt, you crazy kid, I knew what they were planning to do! I was ready and wouldn't have been harmed! You watched me get stabbed before, little idiot... Oh gods, you are sliced deep." He softly moaned.

I reached for his face, amazed at how heavy my arm suddenly seemed. When I spoke, blood trickled from my mouth. "I'm sorry, master. I love you. I saw what they were going to do, I didn't even think, I just reacted."

"Shh... don't talk, Curt. I am constantly amazed by how great your love is." He nuzzled his head into my chest, and I at last felt his guard drop, at last felt him relax and stop paying close attention to my every syllable.

"Am I... going to die?" I whispered.

He looked over my wounds and nodded gravely. I spat blood from my lips and tried to speak, finding my voice growing weaker by the moment. It was difficult to breathe. "M... Mar... will you answer me one question, and tell me the truth no matter what?" I managed to whisper.

He had tears in his eyes as he nodded. "Oh Curt..." He moaned.

"Did... did you ever really love me? Did I ever mean anything to you?"

He sighed. "Yes Curt, you did. I haven't shown it well, have I? I would give all my domain to heal you."

I nodded and smiled, tears running from my eyes. "Then... then I'm so sorry, Mardo..."

He looked at me gravely. "Sorry? You don't have anything to be sorry for, baby."

I nodded, and had to work to form the words. My vision was fading, growing blurry. I was so tired, so heavy... "I'm sorry to... to have to... Mardo, you are no longer needed as my familiar. Go back to your home." I choked.

He had enough time to register shock and horror in his eyes, then suddenly he was sinking into the floor. "No! Curt! No!" He snarled, looking terrified.

"I'm sorry." I mouthed, unable to speak anymore.

"Damn you, boy! You've ruined me!" He shouted, trying to dig in with his claws and hold himself up from sinking away. It was as if his body was weighing more and more, and he was being pulled inexorably into the floor. His muscles began to shake from the strain. "Ahgh! No!" He mewled.

I reached trembling, blood soaked fingers to his cheek and stroked his face for the last time. "I love you, Mardo." I managed to articulate.

His eyes had been roving around, but now they stopped and focused on me. He stared at me sorrowfully, and I saw him quit struggling. He sank away into the floor, reaching out and taking my bloody little hand in his large, clawed fingers and squeezing tenderly. His face sank below, at last his eyes sank away, looking at me as their last act on the Earth. Then only his arm was sticking out from the floor, still holding my hand. Slowly it sank away until his fingers were pulled from mine and he was gone, leaving me alone in a pool of my own blood.

The last thing I remembered for a long time was the room filling with bright white light, blinding my tear-stained eyes.

* * *

I awoke a week later, lying in a bed in Shana's house on campus. The first thing I noticed was that the sky was blue outside the window. It had not been blue since the day I'd released Mardo and he'd taken over, instead lighting the world with bloody crimson light. Then I focused on the face hovering over me and smiling. It was Gabriel.

"We did it, Curt." He murmured, then fell on my neck and hugged me tightly. "Shana! He is awake!" He called loudly, making me flinch. "Sorry..." He rumbled in his gentle, sweet voice.

Shana ran in a moment later and threw herself on my neck. "Curt! Thank God! What... what happened? Gabriel won't tell me what you two did. All I know is that Mardo and Ko'ath disappeared, and the President is back in charge and the world is settling down from the fear of his reign!"

I swallowed and sat up, feeling a little stiff after a week of lying motionless. "Gabriel possessed me so that he could block my mind from Mardo. That way, Mardo couldn't tell what I was plotting, and Gabriel could also feed me the knowledge of how alert Mardo was. When he was watching me, he never would have let me get the words out to banish him, so I had to wait for him to trust me and relax."

I paused, and Gabriel smoothly continued the story. "It took weeks, but at last Curt had an opportunity to show his unflinching loyalty. Assassins made a foolish attempt to attack Mardo, which would never have worked, but Curt bowled Mardo over and took their attacks in his place. Mardo at last trusted him as he lay there dying, and Curt banished him back to his world."

He looked at me with deep sympathy. "You did well, Curt. You beat him at his own game and tricked him into trusting you as he had tricked you. I have healed you completely, you are going to be just fine."

I stood up and found some clothes, only belatedly realizing I was still naked right there in front of Shana and Gabriel. I'd been naked for so long as Mardo's toy, I'd grown used to it. "Oops. Sorry." I muttered.

Gabriel chuckled and Shana joined him a moment later. "No need to be embarrassed around us Curt." He giggled. Was he eyeing me?

Clothed again, I stepped over and sat down on the edge of the bed. I couldn't tell where I'd been gutted by their weapons... there weren't even any scars. "Thanks for healing me, Gabriel." I sighed, feeling melancholy.

He nodded. "You are most welcome. You are courageous, Curt, even if you don't think so. You are an inspiration to me."

I didn't respond to that, instead softly saying "Well, there's only one loose end to tie back up, then. Time to send you back home, Gabe. Thank you for helping us."

He reached a paw out to my hand. "Wait a moment, Curt."

Staring at his paw, then slowly up to his face, I dully managed to whisper, "What is it?"

Just then the phone rang. "Sorry. Be right back." Shana muttered and scuttled out.

Alone with me, Gabriel leaned over and kissed my forehead. "I find your courage and strength to be very attractive. You have a good and selfless heart, Curt. Your face is so pretty and your body is cute and sexy. I know how much you loved Mardo, but... might there be room in your heart to love another? Perhaps... an angel?"

We stared at each other. I could hardly believe what I was hearing from him. Slowly, I reached out and embraced him, pulling him to me. "Do you really mean that, Gabriel?"

He nodded and kissed my cheek with his glossy black lips. "Indeed I do, Curt. Indeed I do."

Shana walked back in a moment later to find me sitting side-saddle on Gabe's lap, deeply and passionately kissing him, our tongues swirling deeply into each other's mouths. "Oh no!" She groaned. "Don't start this again!" which made us all laugh.

* * *

"I guess this spell thing really works, huh?" I sighed as we stepped into my campus apartment.

He shrugged. "I don't know, all I know is I'm attracted to you."

"I'm afraid to make the mistake of loving someone I can't keep again, Gabriel. Besides, I made the mistake of keeping a slave once before, I'm not going to do it again. I free you from your bonds to me. Go free and return home." It had taken me the entire walk back here to get up the courage to say that.

To my surprise, nothing happened. Gabriel smiled gently at me. "I appreciate the sentiment, but the spell didn't bind me to you, it merely summoned me here so I could help you. I am here of my own free will for as long as I choose to stay."

That slowly sank in, and I slowly sank down onto my couch. "Oh." I weakly managed. He smiled and sat down next to me, stroking his fingers through my hair.

"Listen, Curt. I'm not a demon. I don't lie, I don't trick, I don't use and throw away. I won't hurt you, ever. I promise. I am an angel. If I say I love you, you can know that I do." He caught my neck in both paws, gently lifting my head to stare into my eyes with his beautiful, passionate, light brown ones. I could feel it was the truth. He must have been using magic, for I suddenly could feel the sincerity of his soul, as if it were a meter I could touch. "Trust me." He whispered. "I can give you love and pleasure, and wash away what the demon did to you."

I pressed myself to him, smiling happily. I suddenly felt like living again. He began to kiss and stroke me, running his fingers over my body. It was odd; the last memory I had of such a touch and such sensations was Mardo abusing me. It felt uncomfortable, but even as the discomfort began, it dissipated. I couldn't exactly even remember why I'd been uncomfortable in the first place. I felt his arms stroke over my body, easing down my chest and back, firmly touching me.

Memories of Mardo's abuse were fleeting, and Gabriel's touch was electrifying. I groaned as his hand reached my ass, gently slipping into my pants and stroking down my crack. As his fingers touched my torn and abused asshole, a wonderful, soothing warmth flowed over it. I could feel the muscles repairing themselves, I could feel him healing me.

When he finished, he looked at me expectantly. "Better?" He murmured.

Nodding, I pressed my body to him. "Much better. Thank you, Gabriel. I think you're really sexy too."

He smiled and pulled me towards the bed. "Then let me show you just how sex with another male should feel. Just relax back onto the bed and let me do all the work. You've earned the rest, my strong-willed trooper."

I lay back and relaxed as he'd requested, letting him yank my clothes off. I watched him disrobe and plop down beside me drawing his velvety-soft paws over my chest and stomach. His fingers began to play with my cock, stroking me to an erection and leaning down to lick me. I reached out and gingerly took his dick into my hands, stroking the soft, sleek flesh. He had such a beautiful body. My touch made his wings shiver and spasm, and he let out a happy groan.

We played with each other for a few minutes, both cocks swelling up and throbbing with warmth and lust at the touch of a gentle lover. I marveled at his velvety balls, so silky and round, the softness of his fur. I was calming down and feeling more and more at ease with him. This felt... right, somehow. I realized now how wrong sex had felt with Mardo. It may have been pleasurable, but there had been a weighty feeling of guilt and exploitation that was completely gone now.

Wanting to relax me and make me feel good, Gabriel lowered gently down between my legs and began to lap noisily at me with his large, flat canine tongue. I drew my fingers through his blonde curls, sighing happily. My penis was soon soaking wet and glistening from his slurping tongue, wonderfully warm and sexy as he licked my balls, sucking on them tenderly. "Oh Gabe... this feels so good. Are you actually going to stay with me, even though I'm just a human?"

He pulled off my cock, sucking so hard it came free of his muzzle with a pop. Saliva dripped from my cock and his glossy black lips. "'Just a human?' You clashed with and outwitted a demon! I was there, watching you fight through pain and humiliation every step of the way, remember? You are hardly 'just a human!' Please let go of that fear, Curt. I'm not going to use you like Mardo. I'm in love with you."

I sighed. "Then show me how anal sex is really supposed to feel, Gabe. I... I want to be used like that... it isn't a bad thing, is it?"

He laughed and held out his paw, waiting until my bottle of lube floated into it. "There are many definitions of that word, but enjoying giving pleasure to your lover, giving your body willingly to him so that he may feel joy? That is not a bad thing, Curt. That is a very sweet, sweet thing."

As he spoke, he slicked up, then began poking his cock at my rectum. It felt familiar; a cock pressing more and more eagerly at my sphincter, and yet I couldn't exactly remember if I'd even done it before. The pressure increased, opening me slowly up, until with a pop, his cock slid smoothly into my bowels.

He was warm, but not hot and unpleasant like... like what? Had I done this before? I couldn't recall anymore. His cock was big, but he was slow and gentle with it, and it soon felt great to have him inside of me. I laughed in delight. "Wow! It feels really good! You're so hard, yet so silky and slippery! I mean, totally just wow!"

He laughed and gripped my sides, beginning to thrust into me with his hips. "This is how it should feel when you are with someone who truly loves you. God, you have a nice, warm, inviting little ass, Curt. Mardo didn't appreciate what he had in you. You're a great, sexy lover."

"Uhhhhhnn... Awesome. I like making you feel good, Gabriel. Your penis is so big, yet you are so gentle with it, it doesn't even hurt, it just feels incredible." I reached up, wrapping my arms around his neck, beginning to move my body against him to increase the stimulation.

He reached down and began to work my cock as he fucked me, making me gasp and moan in delight. His body was incredible, and I absolutely adored watching his big pink penis slurp in and out of my wide-open hole. I lifted my legs up, trying hard to get a better view.

He gripped my ankles and gently began to lick my feet with his warm, wet canine tongue. I giggled and tried to hold still through the tickly treatment, and I could see he was really enjoying it and was turned on by it. I sighed and stroked his hip as he thrust into me. This felt marvelous. Was this how it was always supposed to feel? I felt the world of pleasure opening before me, a world I hadn't even known existed.

He buggered me and licked me for several long, luscious minutes. His smooth, sleek thrusts applied just the right pressure to my ass, giving me shivering waves of pleasure. He was grinding it down into my prostate just right, with full expert power. "Oh fuck... I mean, oh yeah, it feels so good, Gabriel!"

He laughed. "In context, you may use the 'F' word, dear." He reached down for me, and I was surprised at his strength as he picked me up, keeping me skewered on his slippery penis. He held me under the ass with an arm, and had his other arm around my back, gently hugging me close. He began to flex, lifting me up and down on him.

I cried out in delight, wrapping my arms and legs around him and helping him support my weight as he jammed into me. He could drop my whole weight down on his dick, an act that felt impossibly good. "G... Gabriel! It feels so good! My body feels alive with ecstasy! I... I'm an angel's mate! Oh Gabe, I'm yours forever... Kiss me, pretty boy, tell me I'm special to you, that you'll take care of me."

Slowly he spoke, pumping me on his cock as he did so. "You are very special to me, Curt. You have suffered enough for one lifetime at Mardo's hands. I promise I will protect you and take care of you for the rest of your life on this Earth, and even into the next life, if you love me and wish me close."

I loved the sensation of grinding my body against his. He was so muscular and warm, so luscious and beautifully masculine. His arms wrapped around me felt so safe and protective. "I love you, Gabriel." I whispered as we tenderly fucked.

"And I love you." He murmured. Our bodies were grinding together, I was beginning to pant. I reached down with a hand and started to work on my throbbing penis, making my toes curl with pleasure. He was so majestic and beautiful.

I buried my face into his soft fur, smelling the sweet, spicy scent of his body. "Oh fuck, G'awd that feels incredible! Oh man, it doesn't hurt, it just feels awesome, Gabe! Plow into me good and hard! Wow!"

He pressed me up against the wall and started fucking me frantically hard, making me squeal in glee. "Fuuuck! Oh Gabe, I love it when you fill my hole up and fuck me!" I was madly working my cock now, and could tell I was getting close. All my hair was standing on end in complete pleasure. "Eee!" I squeaked.

He pummeled into me, making delicious squishing noises as his hot, throbbing cock pounded into my starving, hungry ass. His sexy body tensed up, muscles flexing as he neared release. He growled in delight, pumping me as fast and hard as he could. I exploded, spewing cum all over his chest and tummy, and felt his cock lurch and squirt inside me. Then my ass was drowning in sweet, buttery, silky angel seed as he filled me up. It was the opposite of demon cum; it was relaxing, and gave me waves of pleasure everywhere it touched my guts. I pushed myself down on him, willing his cock to bury deeper into my ass as I guzzled him up rectally.

I heard semen splattering on my floor, and was amazed at how much he had to be pumping into me in order to make it spill out like that. I hugged him with all my might, humping against him, grinding my cock through his silky, warm, cum-soaked fur as I finished up the most intense orgasm I'd felt yet. A beautiful, sexy angel was pumping me, filling me with his seed, making me his mate. It felt so right, I now wondered how I ever could have even found that... whoever it was... attractive. What had his name been? It had slipped my mind.

He was groaning as he finished up in me. "Ooooo. So good. You're great, Curt. So sexy and cute. I just know we're going to be best friends in addition to lovers."

I sighed as he set me down and carefully pulled out of me with a slurp. "I... I know we will, too. My God, that didn't hurt, it just felt amazing. You take such good care of me, my love! Thank you for rescuing me."

"My pleasure. Now relax and let us cuddle and snuggle and enjoy the night. Tomorrow we can head for your home. And before you ask, we will tell your family the truth; that I am an angel, and that we are lovers. I will give them proof, then I will open their hearts to make them understand that our love is not wrong, but very, very right."

I licked his lips with my tongue. "Awesome. Whatsisname couldn't do that. I trust you, Gabriel. I love you."

We lay together, exploring each other and gently letting the pain and hurt of the last weeks melt out of me until I couldn't even remember the demon's name. All over the world, memories of those events failed, and soon it was no longer in the mind of even a single resident of Earth. It became a dark nightmare that all on earth gladly forgot.

* * *

Gabriel takes good care of me to this day, we are lovers and proud of it, and I remember he rescued me from the demon's lair, even if I don't remember anything else but the happiness and joy of our relationship. It's strange, he has to remind me of why he even had to come to our world in the first place, even though my mind is unusually sharp.

Shana to this day remains my best friend on earth, save for Gabriel. All three of us became so close through what we endured, it probably won't surprise you to learn that eventually all three of us were sleeping together and deeply in love. I consider her my wife as much as I consider Gabe my husband, and we work with her together in her little shop, which isn't so little anymore; she's had to move into a larger store twice now. I guess having an angel as your business partner is bound to help you make some good decisions.

I occasionally wake from a deep sleep, my mind filled with dark dreams of a presence that I love, who takes advantage of me and uses me. A single word comes to my mind then, or perhaps it is a name. I can't recall it right now, but it always makes me feel very sad. When it happens, I take a deep breath and turn either to Shana, sleeping on my right, or Gabriel sleeping on my left, and cuddle up close to their naked bodies. Their arms wrap around me, and we sleepily kiss, and by the time the kiss breaks, I don't even remember my nightmares anymore.

The End.

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