"Belephor, I summon you! Come out and fulfill my every demand!"

The warlock threw his hands into the air and a shimmering power erupted from the demonic circle he'd painstakingly spent hours etching onto the wooden floorboards of his creaky little shack. The very building rumbled and shook with the sheer power that emanated from that magic circle and it took all the strength in the warlock's body to keep himself rooted in place, gritting his teeth as that surge of power was replaced by a near-scalding heat that had him wincing and gasping for air, which sucked through into his lungs and threatened to burn his insides with it's warmth.

From the center of the circle came a slender and overpowering figure, shrouded in a thick black smog that obscured their body and only allowed the warlock to see the outline of his silhouette. From its back came massive wings that bent to fit within the circles of the magic circle. With a wave of his staff, the warlock swept the wind through the rickety house to sweep away the fog, finally revealing the demon before him-- a tall, narrow-framed creature with dark, ashen grey skin that blackened at his hands and feet. His body was bipedal, but his face was distinctly monstrous, perhaps even canid in appearance, with large pointy ears and piercing red eyes. It wasn't the warlock's intention to immediately assume it was a man, but...well, what sat swinging between its naked legs was obvious, even to him.

"...Curious." The creature spoke and his voice was layered with several others, its tone grating against the warlock's ears and piercing into his skull. The sorcerer shook on the spot and tapped the base of his staff against the floor, activating the sigil beneath the demon's floating frame. For a moment the creature lingered in the air, before he slowly lowered, bowing his head slightly to stare at the hooded warlock from over the bridge of his snout, his gaze searching, almost threatening. After a moment or two, the warlock reaches up towards his brown hood and tugs it back, revealing his canine features, his dark fur and bright blue eyes. A strip of cover covered his snout and runs up between his eyes, trailing down his back. His white-furred hand gripped around his staff and he looked down at the circle on the floor, before he began to speak.

"Greater Demon Belephor," The canine spoke, his voice clear and free of nerves. "I wish to enter into a contract with you. In exchange for a fraction of your power, I offer a fraction of my soul."

"Cutting right to the chase, are we?" The demon mussed, looking down at his feet before back up at the warlock. "My naive little sorcerer...you've made a mistake."

"There is no mistake," The canine insisted. "I will not fall for your trickery."

The demon raised an eyebrow and then, rather unceremoniously, stepped forward and over the circle that was meant to house him. As soon as he passed over the lip of the magic circle, the canine warlock began to panic and stepped back, holding his staff in front of him. His eyes bulged with terror and he muttered something under his breath, drumming up a spell to cast. Before he could cast it, however, the demon reached out and swatted his staff to the side with unimaginable power. It snapped and the upper half flew across the room, landing in the corner as the canine stared down at his now broken magical amplifier.

"If you're going to summon a demon," The creature began, reaching out and trailing a clawed finger under the canine's shin. "You should do more research on your restraint runes. Those are barely enough to hold a horny imp, let alone a greater demon like myself."

Before the canine could reply, the demon opened his mouth, revealing the row of teeth beyond. The warlock yelped in surprise when the creature lunged forward, but instead of biting his head off or killing him he instead swallowed the warlock's head whole, keeping it in his muzzle. The sorcerer scrunched up his eyes and trembled on the spot, but slowly felt the heat around him beginning to fade and recede. Confusion crossed his features and as he opened his eyes, he realised that the demon was...well, gone. He turned his head to survey the room.

But his head wouldn't move.

In fact, none of him would. Not his legs, nor his arms, hands, feet...even tail. He could dart his eyes around, but not even his maw would open at his command. He tried to desperately will himself to even move a finger, and panic struck him as his legs moved instead, stepping across the room towards the circle in the middle. He stuck out his paw and watched as he smeared the edge of the chalk circle with a toe, breaking the spell. A surge of power rushed through him and his body went limp, but not of his own accord. His head felt dizzy, but quickly recovered.

"Ah...there we go." He spoke, but it wasn't his own voice-- well, it was, but it was layered with several others. A growl escaped his throat and he tried to speak, but a chuckle ran through him instead.

"You're quite resistant, I see," His body spoke again as it raised a hand, turning his head to look down at it. "But this body is mine now."

"N...No..." He managed to growl out a single word through his body, which was quickly followed by a mental gut punch-- his will felt winded and he had to take a moment to recover. Meanwhile, he watched through his own eyes as he body paced around the room for a moment, before reaching down to grab at the front of his robes. What he presumed to be the demon Belephor possessing his body controlled his hands, parting his robes and dropping them to the floor to reveal his uncomfortable nakedness beneath, and the pouch of his loins.

"Quite the nice body..." Belephor murmured, running his hands over his body, looking down at himself. His hand trailed down to his naked crotch and he grasped at his sheath. Even the warlock could feel the rush of pleasure up his body-- he could feel everything, but he simply couldn't command his own body...like someone else had taken over.

"There's one quick and easy way to get someone to submit," The demon continued as he stroked the sheath up and down, squeezing with his fingers. "And that's sexually. Be a good little sorcerer and relax...once I make you cum, all your worries will fade away...along with your mind."

The warlock wanted to whimper, but no noise came out. Instead, he felt nothing but pleasure that threatened to swallow his mind whole, accompanied by the amused, wild cackles of the demon who now made his body home.