MISPLACED SUMMONING by Amethyst Mare

Belial knew something had gone wrong the moment the final note of the summoning incantation had left his lips. He sat cross-legged in the summoning circle with glowing runes marked around the edges and candlelight flickering, although that was one situation in which his aptitude for summoning wasn’t going to help him all that much.

Not as the demon rose before the goat, towering slowly as he emerged from a blazing ring of fire. Belial gaped, his cloak pooling on the ground around him, marked with an upside-down cross in the centre of his chest. His branch of summoners followed specific rules of enchantments and, specifically, worship of both higher and lower powers in the otherworld, although that wasn’t something Belial went into detail on very often unless he was asked specifically about it.

But the demon was not the creature he had called, the bonds of binding wrapped around him in a glowing, green rattle shaking as his enchantment fought to hold him. With massive horns and a blocky face that was a cross between that of a dragon and a lion with a thick, bristling mane of spikes around his head, the demon rippled with raw power and a fair amount of muscle.

“Who dares disturb me?” He hissed, his voice rasping with hints of the underworld, although his blinking eyes slowly softened into a more amenable green, set in a dark orange and black face. “Mortal, you stretch your powers too far…”

Belial squeaked but held his ground, standing tall with his cloak falling around him. Unfortunately for the goat, he hadn’t been wearing anything underneath it — as he had been summoning a very specific kind of creature for his personal attention — and the folds of fabric wafted out lightly, exposing a silver of his long, white and pink legs. If he had been naked, the eye could have travelled up from his cloven hoof to the white of his calf and knee, all the way to his thigh where the pink was dotted with purple and blue spots across his hips, upper thighs and buttocks. He had a small, pert tail, typical for a goat, and the remainder of his body was mostly pink — except for his ears, which were tipped with a smooth, eye-catching blue and his dark horns. His goat-ish muzzle was soft around the nostrils, but his entire body was light and lithe: not the kind of anthro that most would have seen summoning creatures like the great demon in the centre of his living room.

“You…” Belial said shakily, though his voice grew in power as he took command of himself. “You need to return, demon, now. There is no place for you here.”

The demon, however, merely laughed, his skin moving lightly over his flesh as if it was made from scales that all interlocked with each other. For a moment, Belial was caught, mesmerised. There were so many rich hues in his scale-like body, though the demon had an anthro form and piercing eyes. When he spoke, his jaws were lined with vicious, gnashing teeth.

Belial didn’t want to think about what those teeth were used for — but the goat wouldn’t have to, for he was the summoner in complete control of the situation. Or so he thought.

The demon laughed and shook his head slowly, dwarfing the goat easily by two feet in height. And that was as if his bulk, even if only moderate, didn’t overwhelm the goat. A loincloth hung over his groin and Belial swallowed a moan as it rose up and up and up.

An enormous length of meat greeted the goat and Belial whimpered, trying to hide how turned on he was. His shaft was much smaller — but it suited him and there was little that could really compare to a demon. Belial had been trying to summon a demoness he’d seen before who was on the outside range of his abilities, one who enjoyed using a strap-on with him until he had creamed himself multiple times over, but things hadn’t gone quite to plan.

That didn’t mean he wasn’t horny and ready, even as he tried his best to call on his powers. Yet Belial didn’t want it to stop, even if he was most certainly going to be sore the next morning, the lights in his room dim and adding to the ambience. The only light in there was from the candlelight and the eerie glow of the chains binding the demon’s arms to his body and legs together.

At least, until the chains snapped and the mysterious lion-like demon lunged for him with a rumbling chuckle. There was no true malice in it, though Belial was struck with the innate sense that he was going to be put in his place, heart hammering and cock, tenaciously, rising to attention.

“Ah, I see you are ready…”

The demon’s voice dropped somewhat, becoming thicker and more velvety, almost in a suave fashion. Belial let out a wanting bleat as he was dragged to the demon and pressed up to his muscled chest and abdomen.

“Oof… Oh…”

Belial should have protested. He should have reached for the summoning enchantment all over again, though he was too far gone already to care.

The demon was not going to hurt him and he allowed himself to be borne down to his knees even as a massive, clawed foot snatched at him. Belial was dimly aware of his cloak ripping, tearing completely from his body so only a shred remained over his right shoulder, but he could not care. Not as he was presented with the meaty length of the demon’s shaft, the head defined by the glands with a smooth, rounded, glistening tip.

It plunged straight into his mouth as the goat surrendered to it, slamming into the back of Belial’s throat.

“Mmph!”

He grunted but didn’t really care for the strain, eyes watering, leaning heavily into it. Belial’s own shaft throbbed anxiously, but it would have its turn in due course, leaking a light stream of near-clear pre-cum. He gagged on the demon’s cock as he swallowed around him, yet the demon didn’t seem to notice. Or, rather, the demon understood that he was able to take so much more than he had so far let on and ploughed ruthlessly into his mouth as he ground back and forth, driving deep. A bulge rose, showing in Belial’s throat, as he was face-fucked, the demon working his snout all the way down to his crotch.

All the goat could do was gag luxuriously on that fat length, one of his hands closing around his own member, needing that relief. He ached for it desperately, kneeling submissively on the edge of his summoning circle, yet there was more still to come, so very much more.

His body was primed for delight and he grunted on the demon’s shaft as he was forced to take every inch, even if Belial did not at all feel like a passive player. It felt like something more was happening, something even greater than he understood for himself, heart pounding to send blood to every part of his body.

He groaned, though he could only gulp around that massive member, reverently pressing his tongue to the underside as Belial drooled around it. Yet it didn’t even matter to the goat as it slicked from the corners of his lips and he rocked his hips back and forth, sinking even more deeply into the moment.

There was nothing like being used like that, as if every demon from the otherworld could target him, taking his tail hole or using his mouth to release their loads. He would have taken great pleasure in being covered from head to hoof in their seed — and that was without even getting on to the female members of their lustful class.

Dimly, Belial was aware that he was fortunate a demon who wanted the same thing as him had come through, even if there was a mishap wrapped up in it. He wanted to be fucked and he wanted to be taken, although things had taken a different turn from what he’d expected.

In that moment, as he was dragged slurping and panting back from the demon’s aching cock, he gave up all manner of control. Even in the touch of magic flickering around the back of his mind, the summoner simply could do no more.

Not as he was pinned over the sofa, which was only dimly illuminated in the dancing candlelight, his legs kicking weakly and a thick length of meat dragging across his backside. The demon rumbled a growl that was both warning and promise wrapped up together and Belial could not help letting out a furtive bleat.

He needed more, so very much more, crying out as the rounded cock-tip ground up under his tail. It probed, demanding entry, and Belial was only too glad to grant it, despite the massive stretch.

More, he needed more, his eyes going glassy and unfocused as he was penetrated, feeling as if he was present in every sensation in his body but not at all in his mind. He grunted, trying to breathe as deeply as he was able, yet that was a difficult enough order all by itself.

He just had to bear through every luxurious stroke, feeling the tight cling of his anal ring along the length of that cock as it powered into him. The demon gripped his hip with sharp claws though, somehow, managed to avoid cutting through his fur and skin, not drawing blood. Despite the otherwise rough treatment, that was something Belial was very grateful for.

For it allowed him to let it all wash over him, stomping and jigging a hoof as his cock throbbed with the lure of climax. He wanted to get off, to spill his load, the exotic intoxication of the moment flooding him all the way through. There was no other way to put it, even though it was all far, far more than he’d bargained for, but the bulge that cock made through his lower abdomen, something he could press his fingers to and tangibly feel, would bring him back to that demon, again and again.

“Mmph, ah… Yes…”

He grunted, trying to hold himself together, although there was no way the goat was ever meant to hold his composure. He was lost in the moment, taken by a being who was so much greater than he was, his tail hole aching deeply around the thick length of shaft.

But Belial could only bleat as he was rammed brutally over the edge, his heart pounding, loving every sordid second of his free use taking. Sure, his confidence had been misplaced — but he was still whole and rolling through every undulating wave of pleasure sweeping his form. His cum shot against the back of the sofa, although the goat was barely even aware of how he was pinned to the back of it, his knees up on the seat cushions, making a mess as orgasm exulted within him.

The demon bellowed and stomped, only then lashing a whip-like, fiery tail, but Belial didn’t notice. Only when the beast erupted inside him did he give a strangled little moan as spurt after spurt of thick seed shot up inside him.

It creamed deeply as the demon crammed every inch of his cock into the goat’s rump he possibly could, seed bubbling back down the length of his cock as if there was not a spare bit of space inside Belial’s backside simply for it to fit. The goat hung his head, tail twitching, yet he was right where he needed to be in the moment, the big demon rocking his hips as he ground into him, savouring the moment as much as Belial was.

Even if he had stretched himself a bit too far, Belial could not regret it. Not as his lips parted in a weak smile, head spinning in the aftermath of climax. Yet the demon’s shaft remained hard and the creature behind him rumbled a deep, throaty chuckle.

“We’re not done yet, little one…”

There was a note of softness in the demon’s tone — yet it was gone as soon as it had appeared.

Belial still had much to enjoy with him yet.

THE END