Demonology and You

The archdemon cackled malevolently as it was forcefully unwound, its essence turning to ribbons of pure power. In theory, the ritual was set up to destroy the demon and deliver its power and abilities to the primary summoner, which just so happened to be you.

Unfortunately, this was not what was happening. Instead of feeling the heady rush of power through your body, your servant, a crow, who had aided in casting the spell was now basking in the bright flickering light of demonic energy. An archdemon was a potent creature indeed, and someone else reaping the rewards through some demonic trick or loophole… Well, that could alter the balance of power significantly.

You bit your lip, thoughts racing. In order to stay on top, you had to act fast. With a single hand twisted into an arcane sign, you blasted the crow with mental magic, blanking out his mind and rewriting his perception of all that came before. It was a short-term fix, a problem waiting to get worse, but it was all that could be done to cover your ass.

You smiled, a hint of nervous energy in your grin, as you turned to your servant. The thoughts running through your head were no less anxious as the power was just lying in wait… a slight flush heated your ears as a thought of the crow as a massive, amazonian futa came unbidden. Or perhaps as a thickly-muscled giant, with great churning nuts looming over all he surveyed. Or even…

You tried to put it out of mind, shaking your head as you tried to wilfully ignored the hints of growth shuddering through the crow’s body. “Well, I guess it didn’t work. Maybe the demon didn’t exist after all. A shame.”

"That's okay boss! It was always a long shot," Sal nodded along. As far as he knew, all they got at the end of their ritual was crickets chirping and disappointment. Well, Sal also got mental images of himself as a giant-sized stud, or even a futa, but he assumed that was just him imagining what the demon -would- have looked like.

Huh. He supposed he could just ask. "Hey boss, what do demons look like? Do they take appearances based on the summoner? Or the witness?" Sal was starting to get a little horny, images of hyper versions of himself dancing in his head. It had to be just because... he was feeling metaphorically blue-balled from the ritual, and misinterpreting things. He'd never been the narcissistic type.

If he wasn't such a shrimp, he'd have preferred smaller partners.

The distraction of a technical question was a welcome one! Talking about the trade was much better than daydreaming right now. "Oh, well... incubi and succubi definitely change their appearance depending on the witness. They work by reaching into your mind and pulling out the perfect body to ensnare you in their schemes." A perfect body that ought to have been yours, some internal irritation intruded. "They're tricky beings. Rather controlling."

You put a hand to your chin as you surveyed the crow. Just, how to get that power out of him? It wasn't like it could be squeezed out, like an orange through a juicer. THere would have to some serious study and a little survey of the situation. See how it was expressing itself. Then, maybe, there would be a good answer.

"Ah! I see, a perfect body..." Sal tried to think of his ideal girl, how a demon might tempt him. Heaving chest, fertile hips... aaand all he got was a mental image of himself as some kind of amazon again. His imagination must be broken.

Actually his entire brain might be broken, given that he was apparently getting turned on, judging by the swelling bulge in the sleek black trousers servants had to wear. The way the crotch of his pants extended was... dangerously obvious, and rather embarrassing as well. Nobody wants to get a boner in front of the boss.

Although Sal could swear that he -was- still soft...

In the midst of an absent minded nod in response, you noticed a moment later the servant's trousers were swelling. Not rising, as one might expect when demons of lust were involved, but filling up more space. Growing. Sal, that was his name, wasn't even hard. You swallowed, trying not to think how much bigger that shaft might get before it even started to stiffen. Think. Gather data. Make a plan.

"Er, yes. They feed off what you want most and use it against you. What are you... thinking about, right now?" You asked, trying not to draw too much to the elephant in the pants. Er, room. Maybe the crow's thoughts were fuelling this growth? Maybe his own?

"Oh, um..." his boss had mental magic didn't he? Lying was probably a bad idea. "I was wondering how a demon would appear to me, but for some reason instead of my type I kept getting stuck on ridiculous versions of myself."

Sal took a hand back, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment, the simple gesture made his previously well-fitting waistcoat rise up on his frame, revealing the beginnings of a set of abs at the bottom of his stomach. He was just a little too tall for the shirt. Just a little...

You clenched your teeth as the bird sheepishly self-soothed. God, those abs were nice. They were only going to get nicer... Fuck. Focus. "Ridiculous versions of yourself? Ridiculous... how?" Trying to regain control over yourself you paced around the crow, inspecting him for changes. He was already taller than you were, and that difference was only getting starker.

It wouldn’t be effective to just keep blanking out the crow's memory forever - that power would just keep growing inside him. Trying to just dominate him with magic could backfire, too - the servants had been selected to be able to resist demonic wiles, so they couldn't be used against you. Perhaps could trick him, somehow?  But first, you needed to know how exactly he was changing.

 Sal dished.

"Stuff like... muscles that are -crazy- big," black feathers stretched, Sal's arms swelling even as he spoke, rising from twigs to toned athleticism before his master's eyes. "Crazy, thirty-inch, steel-crushing monsters," he said over 17 inch real ones.

"A cock too big to even -use-," Sal's pants continued to tighten, now revealing the shape of his thighs as his bulge took up all available space, "Not unless I wanted to tear somebody in half with three feet of cock. It didn't even really look like mine, it was too straight, too veiny, too black and too hard." Sal shifted uncomfortably, idly undoing the button on his trousers to make room, letting things begin to breathe.

"And just... a huge -mess- too. I don't know anybody who drips that much."

Knowledge was power, right? You could do something with this. You could stay on top. Big and beefy and hung was all well and good. Something you could put to use, even. So long as the bird didn't add a supernatural edge, somehow... it'd be much more dangerous if he was constantly dripping pheromones with that fat corvid cock. Incubi had so many more tricks up their sleeves than just their body, after all. Voice, attitude, personality...

"Mmm, uh... perhaps what lies in your heart is just the best version of yourself. Nothing wrong with self improvement, after all," You added, staring a little too long at the newly-freed shaft. "You'd be very useful to me if you had those kind of assets."

"Uhhh, sure THIng bOss," Sal coughed, hacking a bit as his voice cracked, before continuing in a smooth, bassy tone. "Although I gotta ask, how exactly do thirty inch biceps and a three foot cock help in magic research~" Sal wondered briefly if he should be so forward... before deciding that the voice that even asked was stupid and he wouldn't listen to it in the future.

"Or do you just want to ogle me while you work? Get a big sweaty stud to 'motivate' you~" Not that Sal tended to sweat that much, he worked hard to keep his feathers shiny and dry. Somehow he -knew- that a big sweaty stud was exactly what his boss wanted, though.

Sal didn't think that was what -he- wanted, so his body settled on the 'compromise' of just producing twice as many pheromones as requested with none of the actual wetness.

Mentally you were kicking yourself, you should know better. Of course that would happen when he thought of that. You took a deep breath to center yourself, yet your mind began fogging over flooded with the newly-produced pheromones, and replied. "Oh, you don't need to sweat, you're perfect as is. It would only get the papers all wet. I'd love a little motivation, though... stud."

FUCK. That wasn't what you meant to say. "Those big biceps and thick, weighty cock could certainly help with morale." GODDAMMIT! Focus! Focus... Don't think about what could break you. Find a way to buy time.

You throbbed with want and need, ears a bright red as you considered the options available. "Say, uh, my mana reserve could use a little replenishing. Why don't you, uh, disassemble this demon for me?" He threw out a quick, barely-controlled summoning spell. The circle was already drawn up from the day's earlier work. From inside, a shimmering black shadow surged to life, all claw and fang and anger. Somehow, though... Nick thought that this new and improved Sal would be able to take it.

Sal's eyes went wide. Well, -that- still surprised him. Not only did his boss... er, summoner... er... the master... Not only did they want him, but just casually summoned a demon to throw at him? Who did that?

Although... Although Sal knew exactly what to do. Instinct was telling him that this demon was weak. Or at least, too weak to deserve being in his presence. Sal sidled up to the demon, a monstrous humanoid roughly the shape of a man, but much... smaller.

Sal grabbed the demon by the shoulders, and the demon immediately clawed him. Once, twice, three times digging into his chest, cutting through Sal's flesh as black goo dripped out, only for the demon to immediately start panicking as he realized Sal's grip wasn't getting any looser.

Sal spun the demon around, positioning where its butt should be over his crotch... and SPEARED.

And it was gone.

Instead of a demon being held by Sal, there was just a fully healed Sal, whisps of black energy swirling around his rock hard, fully exposed, jet black INCUBUS cock.

"Ah, oops~" Sal teased, "It was a little weak. I just wanted to disrupt it, but I ended up absorbing the whole thing. I can be gentler if you summon another."

You were going to crack a tooth at this rate, but you also couldn’t stop staring at the crow's figure. That was quicker than he expected. Maybe Sal was acclimatizing to the power quicker than you thought...

"Uh, huh. Right, well... the point was to give me some of that energy. So, if you'd be so kind as to donate the next one to me..." You instructed,already filling the summoning circle with energy once again. This time, something stronger. He coaxed a being out from the corners of existence, a sharp thing consisting of harsh color and impossible geometry. But your eyes still lingered on that demonic shaft. God above and below, that could ruin someone.

"Mmm, I'll try, but," Sal didn't even finish his sentence before he finished the next demon, ready for it this time and ambushing it as it emerged, TEARING it in half across a line of symmetry it definitely hadn't had and offering half the twisted, non-euclidean remains to the warlock as his hands explored the other half, "Being around demons -really- makes me horny. If my dick gets any more excited you'll be on it for ages."

"Guess all that talk about sex demons got me too excited to see one," aaand there, in his tone of voice, under the layers and layers of sexy base. Sal wasn't being honest any more. He was just playing along.

You took the shredded demon, and allowed its energy to revitalize your reserves. Part of you had expected it to put up more of a fight, but... here they were. You raised an eyebrow. "Are you going to give me the rest of that? And it's best we don't think too much about sex demons. We already tried summoning one, and... that didn't work out so well."

As the demon dissolved into pure power you wrung your hands together. You were still a powerful sorcerer, right? You could do something with this... so long as the bird didn't get much more powerful. And if he didn't figure out he could weaponize your desires... and if he didn't figure out he could use his power for more than just changing his own body. This dominant streak certainly put a kind of worry in you... but also a kind of longing, too.

"I dunno, you got me out of it," Sal winked.

That made you swallow hard. Those pheromones were making it hard to think. "Uh, what do you mean by that? You were here before?"

"No, no, I figured it out. I remember every inch of your 'protections' and no way would they have held an arch-incubus. They were a decoy. I -am- what you summoned, and you hit me with a memory spell to make me think I'd always been your loyal little birdy. It was an incredible spell, too, enough to make you worth keeping around, be proud of that. I can still sense it in my mind, and I can't remember a hint of my life in the abyss," Sal explained... before he snapped his fingers, and the stone floor containing the demon-summoning array warped and rose up into a throne. A throne he sat on immediately.

"Unfortunately I kept every bit of my power. The archdemon you wanted is here. And no illusions will keep me from dominating this world. So, let's have a talk about what we -both- want~"

All you could do is watch as all of your hard work in crafting wards and protections fell to pieces and were replaced. It... wasn't really what you had made it for, but the impression it struck was... imposing.

"Oh. Well. That changes things somewhat," You murmured, stepping up meekly to the side of the throne. "What we both want, huh? It's nice of you to, er... consider me."

"Well as an evil wizard, I assumed you'd want to rant about it at any rate!" Sal guffawed. "But I'll go first."

"Food. And power. Ever more." his eyes narrowed as he looked at the warlock.

"Demons can't summon their own kind, and nobody who isn't an archdemon themselves or a foolish mortal will get within an entire -dimension- of one as strong as me." Sal idly played with his cock, the jet black spire still extending, still thickening in time with the growth-lust of his host.

"It makes it a little hard for a guy to get laid! But as long as I can resist draining every last drop of what passes for your soul, you can still make use of that silly little occult lore. So here's what we'll do. You serve ME, be my butler and summon me three meals a day, three piddly little iterations of the strongest demons you can grab for me to absorb and grow stronger."

"And then... well..." Sal titled his cock forwards, an enormous beast it’s head already the match of the warlock's own, "And then you can have some power-rich meals from me, as well."

Somehow you found yourself reaching out, but there was just a moment of hesitation to touch that thick black shaft. Almost as though you needed permission, even as each idle thought added inch after inch to that weighty cock. Those thoughts focused as the demon's offer worked its way through your mind, the seductive tone and controlling attitude digging into your thoughts.

Power-rich meals of his own... he imagined the demon, fed and satiated on power. You had ambition, sure, but perhaps it was time to join with something even more audacious. Those thoughts from before came back - the incubus-bird as an imposing, massive stud. Kingly in every respect. To serve such a creature...

Those more forbidden thoughts finally leaked out. Sal as lord and master, and you as the bird's favourite toy. Desire burned through him, that wish to be special and powerful corrupted by the demon's presence. Perhaps he could be the only one capable of taking the demon's full power, that extra-special servant who could take the worst if the incubus changed him so...

You considered the deal. Power... It was very appealing. His desire was strong and delectable, now, practically a treat for the demon. Thoughts of impossible penetrations and endless cum-loads danced in your mind, of making the demon bigger and better in every way. If you brought the demon here... wasn't it really his responsibility to make sure he got what he wanted? It'd only be right. "I'd...  love to serve. I want it."

 "Excellent. EXCELLENT! Well you've fed me once so I'd better go ahead, then~" the demon-crow reached out a talon and beckoned... and the wizard slid across the stone floor, inch by inch drawn towards his crotch. "Sadly I can't give you the proper face-fucking you deserve. The more attention you get from me, the more likely I am to drain your soul I am. So for your first act of service, you'll just have to take my cock and... do what comes natural."