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Unforeseen Familiar (NeedleTeeth & LustfulSins)

NeedleTeeth

NeedleTeeth

Certified Trash Mammal
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May 3, 2021
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Ezra wrinkled his nose as he flipped through the book, images of runes and nonsense words filling the pages. No books on summoning were supplied at the libraries, none that actually taught one how to do so that is. They were meant to be gifted to a student once a professor confirmed they were ready for such magic. It was a dangerous feat to reach into another world or plane and drag it back into your own, not just anyone could have the power to do so. There have been way too many accidents of young, over-confident mages summoning demons on purpose or by mistake and creating a huge mess others had to clean up. However, Ezra was one of those young, over-confident mages with an additional critical trait: impatience.

He had been told he was not ready to summon anything yet, that he had not studied enough and lacked the proper temper. Deep down he knew he was proving them right when he stole a summoning book from his professor, but he knew their mind would change when he was the first of his level to get an otherworldly familiar. Others had their cats and mice, but he needed something more imposing, more unique to fit him. Perhaps a hellhound or some type of fae creature that he could bend to his will. However, getting one was much more complicated than simply transporting an apple from one side of the room to another.

Every rune and summoning circle had so many strict rules, one wrong smudge of chalk creating a whole new circle. It didn't help that so many runes looked near-identical, yet could summon something drastically different from each other. He didn't have time to study and dally though, having until morning to return the book before his professor noticed it was gone. So he set to work in his small dormitory, drawing a large circle in chalk on the wooden floor. The warding symbols were relatively simple since he was planning to summon something weaker, needing very few runes in place to make a hellhound obedient. It was the specificities that were more complicated, to make sure you summoned exactly what you were looking for. Ezra was rushing it, making some details too long and others too short, squishing runes too close together when he ran out of space, it was nowhere close to code. Yet, Ezra was happy with it when he stepped back and observed his work, unaware he had created an open door for something way beyond his power.

He paused, taking a deep breath before reciting the activation incantation, the chalk starting to heat and smoke like angry coals in response to his words. Slowly, the runes started to glow, engulfing the wooden floors with a harsh red light. For a moment he thought he caught the whole academy on fire, but no flames spread. It would only take a moment for his familiar to appear before him, his heart racing in anticipation.
 
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The demon world stands apart from the human world, separate, yet connected by the Veil. The Veil is only seen during summonings, as a tear in space. No human has ever seen the demon realm beyond the Veil, and returned. Yet demon's are summoned often, for various purposes. But it's with good reason that summoning is off limits for young, inexperienced mages.

Today, Ryn receives a summons. Its not something a demon can ignore, and irritates him to his core. It may seem strange, but demons lead a fairly relaxed life in their own realm, and most prefer it stay that way. The summons comes as a ringing in Ryn's head that gets louder, until the magic to tear through the Veil can be felt at his fingertips. With a slashing motion through the air in front of him, Ryn tears the Veil and steps through.

Into the dormitory of a novice mage.

For the mage, the view is like a black line ringed in crimson slicing the air, the expanding into a black portal. What steps through is a 6'7 man with dark tanned skin, a faint grey tone to it, and long white hair, loose down his back. Tattoos that look almost henna in design completely sleeve both arms. More tattoos of similar style line his hip bones.There's three silver rings on his left hand, quarter inch gouges in ear earlobe, and two extra silver piercings in the right ear. A rectangular silver pendant hangs on a matching chain around his throat. White eyes stare at the mage, only a thin black ring marking out the edge of the white iris surrounding a black pupil. Long pointed ears announce that this man is not human.

And he's entirely naked.

Behind Ryn, the tear in the Veil closes quickly. He narrows his white eyes at the boy standing before him. "What is this?" Ryn's voice is deep, smooth, and carries the faint echo of power.
 
His excitement swelled as an ink-black tear appeared in the middle of the summoning circle, and quickly ebbed when it started to stretch larger and larger. Much too big for the hound he had planned on summoning. Then from the darkness stepped a man, not a beast. Ezra's face blanched, taking a step back with the book still clutched underarm. A demon stood before him, over a foot taller than his 5'5 self, and was looking down at him expectantly.

Ezra's thoughts began to race, his gaze taking in the demon's appearance. His pale face regained some color as he quickly became aware of the other man's nudity, a distraction for his already panicked mind. Realizing just how badly he messed up, he quickly built up a facade, a false wall of confidence. He took a subtle, deep breath as he met the demon's gaze, trying to portray an air of authority. While effective on other students like himself, there was very little to his appearance that made him intimidating. He was small and lanky, even for a mage's standards. However, there was a clear attempt to hide it with ill-fitting clothes and layers to give him the illusion of bulk. Dark circles beneath his gray eyes that once portrayed his dedication to his work now just showed he was tired and lacked self-care. Despite this, he still attempted to force his false superiority on the demon as though he was just another amateur mage.

"A mistake," he hissed, his tone laying the blame on the other man's shoulders rather than his own. "This book must have been miswritten, you weren't who I wanted." Ezra started to flip a few pages for emphasis, though truly he was attempting to see which runes he had blundered. Demons could range in power level, but the symbols needed to summon someone he could feasibly control varied from the ones he had inscribed. The warding runes would be much too weak to have any power against the demon he had brought into his room.

"Return to your realm, you're not needed here," he declared, quickly finding the banishing spell in his book and reciting it. The chalk should have started seething and festering again with his words... yet nothing happened. He should have known. One required to have power over a demon to forcefully push them out, and he had none.
 
Ryn watches the rapid color changes of the mage boy's face, and the transitions between expressions. He immediately deduces that this boy had not intended to summon him. A quick glance down at the summoning circle shows the nearly botched runes. Ah, definitely a novice with little knowledge of what he was doing.

The demon folds his arms over his chest as the mage boy speaks. The tome was not miswritten; Ryn can read runes, and can see the correct runes for the summoning of himself, a Greater Demon. So his amusement shows in the smug smirk on his face when the boy's banishing spell does little more than send an easily ignored shiver up Ryn's spine. Nowhere near enough magic to send Ryn back to his own realm.

"Poor little mage boy, attempting spells beyond your reach. There's a reason mages aren't allowed access to this kind of magic so young." Ryn glances down at the runes again pointedly, then steps over them without smudging their lines. He walks toward the boy, coming to a halt a mere foot away.

"You summoned me, yet you hold no power over me. Tsk, tsk, little mage boy. What will you do now? Call for your superiors? Ah, but that would endanger your education." Ryn is no stranger to mages. He's been summoned before, but only by far more powerful mages. More than once, a professor mage had summoned him as an example to higher level student mages beginning their summoning studies. The last time was five years ago, and his stay in this realm had only lasted twenty minutes.
 
It was clear the demon wasn't buying a word he was saying, though Ezra knew better than to be surprised by it. While arrogant, he was not so naive as to think a demon could not observe their surroundings or pick up facial cues. He berated himself in his head for not being able to hide his panic better in the beginning, though it would have done little to improve the situation. Regardless of if they knew he was caught off guard, he still had let a demon loose in the academy.

He kept his ground as the demon approached, keeping eye contact so his gaze wouldn't trail too far below. They so easily got under his skin, hitting a sensitive nerve within. "I am no boy," he spat, "don't talk to me as though I am a child." He was sick and tired of being underestimated by his peers and superiors, regardless of if it was justified or not. The man before him was physical proof the others held more fact than he wanted to hear, but he refused to acknowledge that in this moment.

There was some truth to the demon's teasing, which made it sting all the more fiercely. He could be expelled for stealing alone, but who knows what would happen if word spread he had summoned a greater demon in such a populated place. He could have his right to magic revoked entirely or worse, all he had worked for torn from his fingers. "It's not like you have free reign either. If the others catch wind of you being here, you'll be banished before you can blink." More powerful mages could rectify his mistake, though it was a much harder task when there were improper warding symbols keeping the demon in check. They would have to resort to more hands-on methods than a simple verbal spell. Being sent home wasn't as terrible as having his life's work ruined in an instant, it was the one thing he could try and hold over the demon's head.
 
The demon lifts one hand to his cheek, long fingers tapping his cheekbone, head tilted. He listens to the boy, his smug smirk never leaving his face. The boy is feigning bravado, trying to pretend like he doesn't fear for his life of magic. His thinly veiled threat of banishment should a higher mage find Ryn doesn't scare him.

"Perhaps I would be. But this would not be my last visit to the halls of this academy. The mage that teaches summoning enjoys impressing her students by summoning Greater Demons. She summoned myself five years prior, and I have no doubt she may do so ago in future." Ryn loses nothing in sharing this information. It's yet another tease to the fate of the mage boy should his foolishness be discovered. "However, currently, I am not contained within a circle, and have no mage as summoner. I am a free demon."

Ryn pauses, white eyes trailing down, then back up, the mage boy's frame. Even with the layers of clothing the boy wears, Ryn can see its a ruse. He's sorely tempted to strip away the fabric and reveal the body beneath. It's been three centuries since Ryn has enjoyed the pleasures of a fragile human. "And you, little mage boy, look like fun."
 
Ezra blinked as the demon divulged he was more familiar with the academy than he thought, and that tastes of the human realm were not a rarity for him. Even if he for once lacked a leash, all he would have to do was wait before he would be able to visit once more if he was caught. The same could not be said for the young mage, what little control he was trying to claw for himself having no leverage against his unwanted guest.

The boy faltered as the demon's gaze took in his appearance, giving a better threat in so little words than he ever could. He wasn't implying what he thought he was, was he? His rickety facade continued to crumble as he momentarily glanced towards the door. It was on the other side of the room to his left, forcing him to have to run past the demon if he chose to flee. It would be easy for the other man to grab him, or for other students to see his mistake if he made it out. There wasn't much magically he could do to stop him either, his only offensive "spell" being throwing small objects with telekinesis. "You're bluffing," he snapped, denial sticking thickly to his tone. He took a few steps back, putting more distance between them as his mind raced for a solution.
 
Ryn watches the boy's eyes dart to the dormitory door. He would never make it past the demon and out the door, Ryn wouldn't let him. A free demon is a dangerous one; demons left to their own devices historically wreak havoc on the human world, death and destruction following in their wake. A Greater Demon, however, holds more cunning and longterm planning than the average demon.

When the mage boy backs away, claiming Ryn is bluffing, the demon follows his footsteps. He stays that single foot away, maintains the close space. Even uses the boy's mounting fear as spacial pressure to chase the boy backward, until his back hits the wall behind him. "Am I?"

Ryn sets his left hand against the wall beside the boy's shoulder, and his left knee beside his hip. His right hand lifts to tug at the mage's tie, until it comes undone and simply hangs across the back of his neck. The demon lowers his head, nose brushing the top of the boy's head. He hums. "You smell," Ryn pauses, inhaling deeply. "Delicious."
 
He walked in step with the demon, trying to maintain distance and unaware he was being herded until his back connected with the wooden wall of his dormitory. His breath hitched, realizing he had cornered himself as otherworldly being caught up with him. Ezra froze, his limbs locking in place as the demon ever so casually pinned him against the wall. His nudity was impossible to ignore as it consumed his vision, his face heating as he averted his gaze.

Ezra attempted to shrink away from the demon's touch, pressing harder against the wall as his hand teased open his tie. He felt he couldn't breathe, his heart beating out of his chest in panic. His eyes darted across the room, though he already knew he was too distracted for his telekinesis to have any accuracy.

Then he remembered the book now clutched tightly to his chest, a weapon that required no magic at all. He hastily readjusted his grip, his hands white-knuckling the sides of the tome before thrusting it upward towards the demon's jaw. Fighting would just delay the inevitable, but just sitting there and allowing the demon to take what he wanted seemed like a non-option. He wanted to have a bit more dignity.
 
Watching the mage boy panic is certainly entertaining. And the color rising to his cheeks as he looks away is ever more enticing. But when the boy shoves the heavy tome up towards the demon's face, he can only chuckle at the boy's bravery.

Ryn moves fast, much faster than the mage, yet the action is effortless. His larger hand catches the book, yanking it from the boy's fingers with ease and tossing it aside. It lands at the edge of the summoning circle with a solid thump.

"Did you really think to best me with a simple book?" Ryn's right index finger traces the line on the mage boy's jaw, then down the side of his neck. His fingertip catches the collar of the mage's shirt, following it to the front, where his fingers easily and swiftly undo the first two buttons. "What is your name, boy?"
 
Just as quickly as he struck, the demon had torn the tome from his hands and threw it away. "Damn it!" Ezra cursed, hoping to have gotten at least one good hit in before he was rendered useless. At least that would have made him feel like achieved something.

Left with nothing, Ezra could do nothing but grasp at straws, glaring up at his aggressor. His eyes portrayed just as much seething anger as fear, his hands balled into fists at his side. He wasn't used to being forced to accept he was weak and small, especially so against a demon. He did everything he could to hide it from himself and others, yet this man was undoing it all in moments, giving him no time to properly react.

The boy flinched as the demon caressed the side of his face before quickly starting to make work of his clothing. "Don't touch me," he growled, trying to push the other man away but only pressing himself further into the wall. He wished it would give way behind him so that he could have an escape, but the academy was a sturdy building made to withstand novice mages learning dangerous magic. There would be no way for him to brute force his way out of this.
 
The flinch further proves the mage votes fear of Ryn. And only serves to make the demon's smirk wider. White teeth show now, and canine teeth longer than the average human, but not quite fangs. Yet. All demons possess the ability to retract their natural fangs, so as to free themselves from the nuisance of the annoyingly long teeth, generally an inch in length.

The boy's hands against Ryn's bare, firmly muscled chest are cool in comparison to the heat of the demon's skin. His heartbeat can be felt beneath the boy's left hand,slower than a humans heartbeat, but clearly there. Ryn moves his hands to grip the boy's wrists, thumbs rubbing back and forth. "Why not? Your pale skin is so soft."

Wanting to close the distance between them further, Ryn pulls the boy's hands above his head. His left hand grips both wrists firmly now, pinning them to the wall. His right hand unbuttons a third button on the mage boy's shirt. Leaving it there, the demon slips his hand into the open top, sliding his palm across the boy's chest. "So soft, and clean. No scars from failed spells? Or perhaps you have scars elsewhere."
 
As humanoid as the demon may appear at first glance, there were little hints to his inhumanity that were sure to remind him of the danger he was in. With the too-slow heartbeat beneath his palm, the heat radiating off of the man, there was no guessing that he was a demon this close up. A demon with powers so far beyond his own.

"Hey!" Ezra protested as his wrists were seized by the demon, attempting to tug them back from his grip to no avail. He struggled as his arms were pinned above his head, providing little opposition for the demon as he explored closer. His own heart was racing in his chest as the other so casually caressed it. "Let go! Stop playing with me, I'm not a toy!"

He huffed incredulously at the demon's inquiry for scars. "Of course not, I'm not foolish enough to be caught in my own spells." While not completely honest, the effect was the same, he had no marks to show. He never had a spell backfire too dangerously, the worst injury he had ever gotten was a small cut. He meticulously cared for his wounds to make sure the scar was minimal if not nonexistent. Ezra hated the thought of having a permanent mark on his body from a mistake he had made, even wasting energy on healing spells over papercuts to make sure they disappeared.
 
Ryn chuckles again, the mage boy's protests yet again amusing him. But the protests and the boy's resistance is providing an entirely separate reaction; the demon's eight inch cock is slowly becoming hard.

The combined desires Ryn has always held for humans, the unique, fresh scents they always carry, and the resistance of this boy in particular, are all serving to make the demon excited. Ryn leans his head down again as he palm explores the mage's chest. His nose brushes the boy's cheek at the same time as his thumb rubs over his nipple.

The demon inhales deeply, then sighs contentedly. Humans always smell of sweet and fresh things; strawberries, mint, sandalwood. He can't quite place what this one smells like, but it's far better than the strong, bitter scent of his fellow demons. Ryn moves his hand again, this time abruptly, ripping open the remaining buttons on the boy's shirt and sending the buttons pinging across the floor.
 
Ezra knew better than to think he would be taken seriously by the demon, he had very little backing to force any respect from him, but it didn't make his chuckling any less scathing. It was a mockery, a cold sound that showed his guest knew how little power he had. The mage's objections were entertainment, not something to consider, and he hated it.

He paused at a slight movement below his line of sight, looking down in fright as the demon's cock began to stir. His previous attempts to ignore its existence were nullified as his eyes were suddenly locked to it, watching it slowly stiffen before him. The demon's size was greater than any other he had witnessed, though most of his references came from anatomy books in the library. He had never seen another man's cock up close before, intimidation causing him to freeze.

The boy was too distracted to protest as the demon took in his scent, their hand continuing to wander until he commanded his attention once more. Ezra yelped as his shirt tore open, fully exposing the pallid skin of his abdomen beneath. With his arms above his head, his skin was pulled taut over his ribs, emphasized as it heaved with each panicked breath. The rest of him was soft, his stomach lacking much definition as a mage relied more on mental fortitude than physical strength. "Stop it!" Ezra barked, redfaced in a confusing mixture of different emotions. Anger, embarrassment, and a little bit of something else he didn't want to admit. Arousal.
 
Ryn makes a tsking sound again, his hand sliding down the boy's torso. His sharp nails drag, scratching lightly. "Sh, sh. You don't want to alert anyone, do you? No need to endanger your education so soon-"

A knock at the door interrupts the demon's words. The male student in the next room over had been awakened by the boy's louder protest. "Are you alright? I heard a shout." The student calls through the door. Ryn growls low in the mage boy's ear. "Send him away. Tell him you had a nightmare."
 
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Ezra jolted as the knock acted as a tangible reminder he wasn't alone in the dormitory. Others could hear him, they could get curious or worried if he put up too much of an audible fuss. He swallowed thickly as the demon hissed a demand in his ear, knowing he would have to follow it. He didn't want anyone to see him in such a compromising position nor lose his right to magic. There was so much more he could lose here than just his pride.

"No, I'm fine," he called towards the door, attempting to sound more certain than he felt. "Just a nightmare, sorry for disturbing you." It felt wrong to dismiss one of his only tickets to freedom, but he couldn't risk his magic. He would have to find his own way out of this.
 
There's a pause of silence, then the student outside the door calls a confirmation and walks away. Ryn growls again, this time he sounds pleased. He licks the boy's ear, his right hand traveling further down again. His fingers hook in the waistband of the boy's pants. "Good boy, so obedient."

Ryn's teeth catch the mage's ear, tugging until his ear scrapes free. The demon's intentions couldn't be more clear as his hand dips below the mage boy's waistband, palming his groin. Ryn croons in the boy's ear now, a soft half hum, half growl. "Tell me your name, boy."
 
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Ezra shivered as the demon's tongue grazed his ear, the praise making him cringe internally. "That wasn't for you." His voice was much softer this time, a combination of not wanting to draw attention and defeat hushing his tone. He wished he had the control and power to put up more of a fight, or at least not have other students around to force his submission. Even failing his struggle would be better than not having one at all.

He averted his eyes, his body reacting traitorously to the demon's touches. His breath caught in his throat as their hand slipped below his waistline, his own cock starting to harden against their palm despite his desperate need for it to stay down. The unyielding wall behind him gave him no room to retreat, at the mercy of the demon's roaming fingers.

Ezra didn't respond at first to the other man's request, debating remaining stubborn and withholding his name out of spite. Yet, the thought of being referred to as boy for however long their encounter lasts was much more unpalatable. "Ezra," he huffed.
 
Ryn can feel the boy's body reacting, and he presses his palm against him, rubbing back and forth in the small confines of the mage's pants. "Ezra." The demon half whispers the name into the boy's ear, letting it roll off his tongue like some sort of blessing.

Ryn licks along Ezra's jaw and down his neck. His mouth pauses where his neck meets his shoulder, lightly biting and sucking on the skin caught in his teeth. He pulls his hand from Ezra's pants, only to grab the waistband and shove them down to his knees, exposing the boy.

"Even the defiant cannot deny their desires." Ryn whispers the the words against Ezra's shoulders, then inhales his scent again. There's a dark hickey where the demon had sucked at the mage's skin. He smirks, hand palming the boy's cock and stroking firmly. "Defiance is fun to break."
 
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Ezra bit his lip to keep quiet, shuddering in unwanted pleasure. He had to resist the urge to buck into the demon's palm, reminding himself that he shouldn't enjoy this, but he couldn't help it. The demon's teeth nipped in just the right spots, the heat from his skin strangely pleasurable for a being from outside of his realm. The boy started to pant as his desires grew more demanding, his cock stiffening completely under his assailant's mininstrations.

He gasped as his pants were suddenly pushed down, his length standing proudly regardless of how much Ezra wanted to shrink and hide at that moment. He stared holes into the opposite wall, refusing to look at the man teasing him. Yet, he couldn't prevent the soft groan that rose from his throat when warm fingers clasped around his shaft, his shame almost tangible in his voice. "Shut up," he hissed quietly. He wanted him to just take what he wanted and leave, to get it over with.
 
Seeing the fight go out of Exra is almost as satisfying as the boy's struggles. Another chuckle, and Ryn slides his right hand around Ezra's hip to grasp his now bare ass. "So soft. Tell me, have you been fucked before?"

Ryn's fingers explore between Ezra's cheeks, fingertips brushing his hole. He smirks, teeth an inch from the boy's face. Then, after the mage's reply, his right hand comes up, gripping Ezra's jaw firmly. Two fingers push into his mouth, stroking and playing with his tongue. "Come now, wet my fingers. You don't want the discomfort of no lubrication, do you?"
 
The demon's question didn't get an acknowledgment for a long moment, his silence alone a clear indication of the answer before he eventually shook his head no. He didn't know if honestly would be beneficial for him, if the demon would be rougher or softer knowing he was taking more than just dignity, but lying wouldn't have been convincing. He tensed when he felt fingers prod at his hole, trying to shift his hips away from the touch before the hand shifted upward to clutch his jaw.

For a second he debated biting the invading fingers that slipped between his teeth, yet he knew the demon was right. Being difficult here was only going to make things worse for him in the future. He gave a shaky exhale through his nose before doing as he was told, his tongue sliding across the demon's digits to coat them in his saliva. The boy was thorough, though only to save himself from unnecessary pain.
 
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