[b][u][center]Special Positions, Special Perks Part 5 For a-lycotonum By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Despite his urges, Vitus managed to tell Cazna to leave him alone, and expanded that command to make her go back to the guest room and sleep there. He watched her leave, his eyes stuck on her ass as it swayed back and forth, and it took everything that he had to not chase after her and bury his ‘bone’ in that pendulous rump. The sorcerer leaned forward, burying his head in his hands as his cock throbbed and pushed at him, begging for attention harder than usual. Despite relieving himself by hand several times since seeing Hazel in the middle of that bestial orgy with the orc and his dog, he was still horny, still eager. He didn’t know why, but… But maybe there was something to what she had been saying. Maybe, despite it all, Cazna had been right about the demonic things. He took a deep breath, then reached down to his pants. He hesitated for a moment, then forced himself to unbutton them and pull them open. His cock throbbed up and out, the dog-cock hard as it could be, but lacking the veins and ridges that might have swelled on a human cock that had been that aroused. Instead, it sported a knot at the base, one that was flared out as one could imagine, and his sheath was pulled tight around the base of that. It was too big to go back down, and he knew that it would be hard to hide when he left the little out-building that housed him. But he’d have to. Looking down at it, he could see the steam coming off of the smooth shaft, could see the pre-cum drooling from the tip, as if he had been in the presence of a bitch in heat. His balls, furred and black, were completely swollen, so huge that he swore that they were waiting to breed rather than to just cum. Reaching down and rubbing them made him groan, and he could feel how taut and tight they’d become, too much so for easy movement. The urge to call the drow back, to make her get on her knees and pay for the way she was talking to him by fucking some politeness down her throat, was almost overwhelming. Only the thought of indulging a corruption that he hadn’t known was there pushed him back from that edge. [i]Might be there, might be there,[/i] he reminded himself. [i]She’s a killer. She might be lying to you.[/i] Much as he wanted to believe that, the sorcerer knew better than to dismiss his worries out of hand like that. She had been under a compulsion to answer him, and that meant that she was going to be honest whenever he commanded it. He doubted that she’d found a way around that bit of magic already, particularly with how powerful his Master was. Which meant that it was likely true that she had used demonic magic to hide herself. That, in turn, meant that it was likely residual demonic taint that allowed him to sense her. And he hoped that was all it was, but he couldn’t be sure. His cock bobbed up and down in front of him, oozing pre-cum to the floor in long, silver strings. He could smell it, not as strong as he had in the Arcanamirium when the corruption had been pulsing through him and changing everything in its path, but enough for him to know that this was getting bad. He needed to get this checked out. [i]And that means Brundir’s library,[/i] he thought, pulling his pants together. [i]I need to see what he has in there…[/i] Technically, he had every right to do that. He had been hired by the great aasimar hero to work for him, to supply magical spells and to do his best work to make sure that everything that Lord Brundir did came to a success, but that didn’t mean that he was going to be allowed in there if something was hidden. That said, he should be able to get in…as long as he presented himself confidently. He could do that. He hoped. He really hoped. Finally, he was able to finagle his cock back into his pants, forcing it down and back like a dog that had to stand ass to ass with its mate. It pulsed down against his taint, grinding near his asshole, and he tried not to think about that as he got up and walked out. The sun was almost set, the light burning on the edge of the horizon as he walked back across the grounds to the main manor. The big building loomed over him, and he could see a few servants through the windows, each one moving from room to room, some of them carrying things, some of them bent over, some of them… Some of them watching. He paused to stare at them in return, not sure what to say or do when they looked down at him with such an air of judgment. It was…strange, to put it mildly, and he was always the one to look away first. Walking through the front door, he called one of the servants down and asked for directions to the library. Vitus was ready with an excuse, that the Master wanted him to look something up, but the human just nodded and pointed down one of the halls, saying that it was three turns that way. And when he got to the library, there were no guards waiting for him. Sure, the room was locked with a powerful padlock, but that was nothing for a sorcerer. It only took a minor spell to open it, and he walked through the doorway. SSHHHH. There was a hiss as soon as he stepped through, and he paused, looking back. There was nothing to be seen, but there was something off about the doorway. Vitus extended one arm – “Don’t touch that.” It was a soft voice, though a hissing one, but he paid attention considering that whoever owned it had grabbed his arm with an ephemeral grip. There was something gold, something shimmering to the air around his wrist. He turned, following it up to the shoulder, and then to where the head should be. It was silhouette in the air, one that was more forceful than the ones that he was used to seeing around the Arcanamirium. It held his hand tightly, not letting go even when Vitus stopped pulling against it. “You were not yet invited in.” “I wasn’t, was I? I thought being Master Brundir’s personal sorcerer would allow me to use his library.” “He has not specifically stated this.” Now he knew where he had heard that voice from. It was the deva, Brundir’s personal connection to the divine. The aasimar must have put it here to keep an eye on things. Vitus shook his head, holding up his other hand in surrender. “If I’ve made a mistake, please, forgive me. I just have something that I need to look up.” “Gralon has already been called.” That was something, he supposed. He knew that things were a bit off, but that didn’t mean that his Master was involved in anything suspicious…even if demons wanted him dead, from what he had been able to gather from Cazna. Not why, but the fact that demons wanted the aasimar dead meant that either the old adventurer had an enemy out there that was picking up old grudges… Or there was something more dangerous going on. Considering that they were in an era where the world was changing, considering that demons didn’t get involved with a lot of things that weren’t involving other demons… [i]What’s going on?[/i] he thought. [i]What isn’t the Master telling me?[/i] That was something he would have to find out, and he didn’t know how he was going to do that. Finally, the door opened again, and the aasimar stepped through. The white-robed lord looked down at him, and then back at the deva. “You may release him.” “…Yes, sir.” The voice faded, as did the grip around his wrist. Vitus rubbed his hand a few times, trying to restore some of the circulation that had been cut off from that grip, and the aasimar gestured for him to follow. He did, falling in step behind the hooved adventurer. “What brings you to my library so soon?” he asked. “There’s something that the…the drow said,” he admitted, shaking his head. “I want to check something out.” “I imagine that it would help if you told me what sort of thing she told you.” He supposed that was the case, though why, he wasn’t sure. There was just a feeling under it all, something that told him that it was alright to talk about this sort of thing with his employer. And, why not, really? Considering that Brundir had already known that he had a dog dick, and there was no way for him to really hide the corruption in him – if there was anything more than the residual stuff – why not let it out? “She mentioned that she had been covered in demonic power and spells when she came to find you…and she said that the only reason that I could see through it was because I had some demon power in me, too.” “That’s an interesting claim on her part,” Lord Brundir said, nodding to himself. “Did she say why that was the case?” “Just that she was used to dealing with people like me and you, and demonic power was the only thing that she hadn’t shielded herself against.” “Now isn’t that interesting…” “What do you mean?” “Perhaps you can work it out. If you can, tell me. I’ll reward you if you’re as smart as you look.” “…I look smart?” “One can look smart and rather attractive at the same time,” the aasimar said in his nonchalant way, and Vitus blushed, as usual. They walked through the shelves of the library, eventually coming to one section that was rimmed with red and black along the wood. Vitus blinked at the color shift, pausing. “What’s this?” “Just a means of telling when you’ve reached the demonic materials. The whole place is color-coded, you know.” “I didn’t see anything blue.” “…Merely an oversight.” “…” That was a strange answer, but he didn’t have time to ask his boss to expand on that before they were deep in the demon section. The aasimar pointed to a series of books that were spread across four different shelves. “These are the different books I have on the various demon lords, as well as a few books that talk about the after-effects of demonic possession. I imagine that these are the best resources that you will find on the subject.” “And I can take them with me?” “You may, but I will have them enchanted to teleport back to my library if they go further from it than your quarters. Do you understand?” “Of course, of course. You don’t want to lose your books, I get that.” “Good. Then we understand each other.” “Yes, yes. Thank –” “Now, Vitus. I want you to do something for me.” “Um, certainly. What…what did you have in mind?” “You said that you scried your former lover, yes?” “…I wouldn’t…well, yes, I scried her,” he admitted, “but I still want to try…I mean…” “You want to see if you can work things out, still?” Vitus nodded. Yes, it had been painful to see her in the middle of getting fucked by a hunter and his dog like that, but it hadn’t gotten rid of his feelings for her. He still wanted to see her again, and…and he admitted, he’d like to fuck her and see her look at him like he was her master again. The more he thought about that particular subject, the more his dick throbbed, oozing against his ass. He blushed, hoping that was just the corruption making it feel good. If Brundir noticed, he didn’t say anything on the subject. Instead, he shook his head. “Youth, I suppose. At any rate, you have a task to do before I will release you to your research.” “Yes, Master. What do you want?” “Take it out.” “…Sir?” “Your cock. Take it out.” “But…but sir…this is…” “None may enter without my knowledge or permission. Take. It. Out.” The pressure in the air was almost painful as the aasimar gave his order, and it pressed down on him in a way that he had not realized was entirely possible. Vitus gasped for breath as his humiliation warred with the need to do as he was told, and his hands twitched towards his crotch before he could stop them. They grabbed the ties around the middle of his waist, undid them, and the button followed. He had to push his pants down to allow the dog dick to come free, but when it did, it swung forward with such force and violence that it almost ripped through the fabric completely. He blushed, seeing a string of pre-cum go flying towards the books, only to be stopped by a shield of pure energy that appeared between it and them. There it was. The dog dick that Melchiresa had left him with, throbbing and hard and…and big. He bit his lips, putting his hands to his sides, his legs spread so that his pants didn’t fall down to his ankles. His cheeks were on fire as the aasimar looked down at his cock, and he hoped that he wasn’t humiliating himself for no reason. His employer, his Master, reached down and grabbed him by the balls. Despite himself, Vitus thrust forward, putting himself even more on display for the aasimar. He felt those fingers rubbing against his sack, pulling on it, dragging the testes down further. If he had felt any magic, he would have lashed out right then and there, but considering it was just a grope, he did his best to just tolerate it and hope that nothing bad was going to happen. “I can see that you were made into a hellhound capable of breeding. It seems that the reach of the demons is more extensive than we thought, if they were able to turn you into something like this.” “We?” Vitus bit his lip, hardly able to believe he had been able to pick that out. The fingers rubbing him, rolling his balls, were very distracting, and it was hard to think through the feelings that they were giving him. Certainly, it was making his cock scream for more attention, the knot at the base swelling further and further. Lord Brundir looked down at him, then shook his head. “I forget that you’re more observant than some of my other servants. Consider it a mere slip of the tongue. There is a ‘we’, but there isn’t anyone on that council that you need to know about.” “Mmmph…why…why am I…” “I am allowed to look at my servants the way that I wish.” That was not an answer, but it did make him throb, his cock getting stiffer, pointing forward, the sides of his shaft feeling so tight as the skin felt like it was expanding, growing. His knot was so sensitive as it bounced and ground against the fur at the end of his sheath, and he shivered every time that the whole thing seemed to catch a bit of the breeze pushing through the room. “Have you used it on another?” his Master asked. “Mmmph…once…” “Just once?” “Only on…on her…” “Ah, that’s why you want her. You claimed her. You claimed a bitch, and now you want to keep her close…You can’t let her go. It’s not love, but merely the residuals of corruption. You can’t let go of your property, stud-dog.” If he hadn’t been so horny, so distracted, that would have hurt, but as it stood, all he could do was keep thrusting his hips as the Master pulled on his balls, making him thrust and hump the air like some sort of beast. He shivered every time he felt his cock pump through a different pocket of air, the temperature seeming to shift from cold to warm to cold again, and he bit his lips every time that the Master pulled him a bit more firmly. There was nothing that was wrong with this, he tried to tell himself. Nothing wrong with feeling pleasure. Nothing wrong with… With cheating. Hazel had cheated, after all. She had given herself to a goddamn dog. So what if he was letting someone else help him feel good? It was… This felt better than his hand, and at least he wasn’t trying out his equipment on Cazna. He wasn’t abusing his power. [i]And it’s better to be abused than to do it?[/i] That thought came out of nowhere, but it was enough to pull him a bit back towards sanity. He gasped, pulling back, his balls sliding out of the aasimar’s rolling palm. He shivered, his cock too hard to tuck away, but he managed to put that bit of space between him and his Master. “That…that must be enough…of an exam…” “…Heh. I suppose it is.” The aasimar smiled. “But I have one more task for you, Vitus. When you go back to your quarters, relieve yourself.” “…Are you telling me to…to masturbate, Master?” “I’m telling you to drain those things. They’re a danger to your concentration at the moment, and I’m pretty sure that you want to make sure that all your spells are cast at the proper safety levels. That…and I’m sure that you have a mighty need to get rid of all that distraction.” “…I am trying. I just…I don’t get…” “You don’t get satisfaction?” He blushed. Why was he talking about this with his Master, his employer? This was not appropriate. He had never, ever, ever seen someone talk about this with their boss, not even when he was sleeping in the alleys near the brothels. “I imagine that you don’t know how to handle that just yet. However, there are a few meditative practices…” “There…there are?” “Yes. Specifically for those that are demon-touched.” “…I don’t know if I want that…” “It is your choice, of course, but you know that it would help you to get a handle on it. If there is more than residual corruption inside of you, it will take hold again. If you have a handle on it already, however…” “…” “I will leave it up to you. The book is on the shelf behind you, four levels above the ground.” The aasimar chuckled. “Good luck.” He didn’t like the sound of that, but really, what was he supposed to do? As his master walked away, the soft clip-clops of his hooves gradually fading, Vitus looked up where the aasimar had indicated. There were a number of books up there, all of them bearing the same red and black colors as the other books in the demonic section. It was probably tempting fate to start looking at those, he was sure. But at the same time, when he didn’t have any idea of what was going on, he had to have an open mind. He couldn’t just shut out the impossible. That was how he had missed Professor Orlov being a member of Melchiresa’s cult, and that was how he had gotten himself completely fucked over before. Think about the possibilities, and then start winnowing through the list of the impossible. Start with everything, and then start breaking it down, rather than making a limited list. He reached up, pulling down the tome that his Master had pointed out. It was a thick one, and as he opened it, he could see that the different meditations that it described were…highly erotic, to put it mildly. They were the sort that one would do if they were completely alone, but there were also… Also various ways to do it as a couple… He blushed hard as he stared at the different things in the book, trying to keep his mind out of the gutter, but a part of him couldn’t help but be tempted. There were so many different positions that implied a number of different fantasies, from the Breeding Push, a meditative pose that combined push-ups with thrusts and twitches of the cock to ‘breed’ the power out of the body, to the Milking Stand, where a partner helped the one corrupted to push out the power that lingered in their body through…various means. All while the corrupted one was supposed to meditate, to focus their energies, to contain and control the demonic power inside of them. The erotic nature of it all made him wonder if it was even possible, but his cock throbbed at the idea of doing something different, something new. Against his better judgment, he tucked it under his arm, turning back to the shelves behind him. Much as it might help, he knew that there were other things that he’d come to the library for. Better to get those first. [i]Melchiresa…there has to be a few books on her…him…whatever…[/i] # Cazna was in hell, and she knew that it was only going to get worse if she couldn’t do [i]something[/i] to tempt her master into fucking her. The dark elf groaned as she laid on her bed, her hands curled into fists and her feet pressed against the footboard of the bed as she gritted her teeth. [i]Fuck…fuck…fuck…[/i] Her body felt like it was on fire, her pussy swollen and puffy from the arousal that her demon lord was forcing into her body. She gasped for breath almost constantly, her eyes rolling back in their sockets as she felt the urge to drive something, anything into both her holes between her legs. Her clit stood out, forced forward by the piercing through the hood, and she could feel it throbbing. [i]Mmmph…[/i] She bit her lips, rolling onto her side. That was a mistake, making her all too aware of the weight of her breasts, feeling them rolling down, flopping against her chest, the one nearer the bed finding the sheets. A hiss escaped her lips at the erotic torture of her nipple rubbing against the silk. “Nnnngh…ah…ah…” She rolled again, getting on all fours. The weight of her breasts pulled at her, trying to drag her down, to push her into the breeding pose. Face down, ass up, her ass cheeks clenching hard as she felt her pucker tensing, her pussy clenching on something that wasn’t there. It needed to be filled. Both needed to be filled. Her lips tingled, the hunger in her lower body starting to spread to the upper half. The urge to swallow cock, to lock her lips with a pussy, to do anything for another… [i]Fuck…[/i] She was dripping, a river running from her pussy down her legs. As she pushed her legs together, trying to grind her thighs together, she could feel how puffy her sex had become. It was so much easier to grind it against her thighs now, and she shivered at the teasing sensation. It was too weak to actually get her off, but damn, it was so close. [i]Mmmph…Nnngh![/i] Cazna grabbed for the headboard of the bed with one hand, holding it tight to keep from collapsing. Her other hand reached up, grabbing at her breast, sinking her fingers into the soft flesh. She squeezed so hard that she knew it would leave a bruise, but she had to know. Yes, it was definitely bigger. Her breasts had been small-ish, just a bit smaller than an average human woman before, but now they were bigger, several sizes bigger. Her old shirts would not fit her, and the flesh overflowed her hand, pushing out between her fingers as she squeezed. Huffing, puffing, she reached back, running her hand along her hips, along her waist. She’d lost some of her muscle, gaining a bit of fat and curves there, her ass pushing out enough to wobble if it was smacked. Which she did. “Ah!” The dark elf bit her lips as everything burned with sensitivity, her insides on fire with a demonic heat. This was…this was not fair… It took everything she had to stay focused as she rolled herself to the side of the bed, forcing herself to sit up. She couldn’t leave the room, but she could make damn sure that she was ready for when her master came back from the library. She would make sure that he was ready to give her what she needed. [i]And if I can…I can tempt him…[/i] Melchiresa had been absent from the demon lords for a long time, and as a result, it was entirely possible that the Lord-Lady of the Hunt didn’t know about the pact of the Dark Houses. Not even a full alliance, but merely an agreement between the most powerful of the drow Houses and their patron demon lords, one to target one person, to deal with them before they caused a worse problem. [i]Brundir…[/i] That, at least, could still cut through her lust, her need. His plans…his desires…He needed…He needed to be stopped. Growling, the dark elf dragged herself across the floor, leaving a trail of her juices as she went. Her body was completely focused on getting fucked, even if it meant getting rutted by a dog dick, while her mind was hard at work elsewhere. [i]Melchiresa…[/i] She bit her lips. [i]Hunter…If I can have that one’s spawn on my side…[/i] Trying to manipulate the thralls of a demon lord was not without risks. If one was caught, and the demon lord in question had even a hint of fondness for the thrall in question, then the one fucking around was sure to get punished. She had seen it happen in the political games between the Houses. Someone had tried to seduce one of her family members, and her House’s patron had come down hard. One did not mess with a demon lord’s concubine, after all, and expect mercy. She shivered as she gripped the doorframe, dragging herself upright before turning around. She leaned forward, grabbing hold of her heels, pushing herself as far back as she could before the magic bindings forced her to stop. It would have been nice to have a transparent barrier to grind her ass back on, but she knew better than to expect something like that. At any rate, she doubted that her master would be able to resist this. She had smelled the lust in him, and even from here, she had felt it grow when he was away. The taste of demon dog cock… Fuck, it was stronger than ever. He must be coming back, on his way. She clenched her hands around her ankles, biting her lips as she felt her ass clench again, swearing it was a bit heavier, a bit thicker this time. [i]Fuck…fuck…fuck…[/i] # Vitus was panting by the time that he got back, his mind still filled with the images in the book his Master had made him take. He had to empty his balls, the command filling his head and making it impossible to think of anything else. He need…he had to… [i]Cum, cum, cum…[/i] The fact that he hadn’t messed his pants with his pre-cum was testament to the spells that he’d put in his own clothes. He had managed that much, at least, but more than that… His breath came in harsh pants, and he was barely able to grip the door to his own home. His face was red, his cock was a bulge in his pants that could not be missed, and his hunger to breed was almost undeniable. [i]At least the drow’s stuck in her room. If I saw her –[/i] He finally managed to open the door, and his eyes went wide as soon as it swung open. The dark elf was pressed between her doorframe, and things had changed. Her ass was wider, thicker, rounder than it had been, and as she stretched her legs as far as the doorframe would allow her, he could see that her pussy was puffy and swollen. It almost looked more like a beast’s sex than a human one, like the fleshy things that a mare might have. Her asshole was not much different, looking puffy and inviting, begging someone to slide their cock inside. It was shiny, too, shiny with a bit of sweat and the river of fem-juices running down the drow’s thighs. Vitus stared at her, his eyes locked to her sex. His cock twitched once, twice – RIIIIIIP! Then burst through his pants, pointing at the drow before him. She looked up at him from between her legs, smiling. “You want to fuck me.” “Fuck…” “You want to.” “Me…” “That counts.” She stood up, walking out of her room and towards him at full speed. She was about to jump right into his arms – or right onto his cock – when he threw out his hands, pressing them against her chest. It was barely enough to stop her. He bit his lips, barely holding himself back from groping the soft things. “What? Don’t stop…don’t stop me now…” “Just…” The book. The meditation book. The rutting book. He pulled it out, turning it around as he flicked through the pages. Finally, he found one that looked good. “This one…” Her on all fours, him on top, his cock buried inside of her pussy again and again. It was the Exaltation, a meditation that was meant to celebrate the lust and bring it to a head again and again, to bring it out with repeated use. At least, as far as the book had said, anyway. Cazna, his drow, his slave, looked at the book, then at him. She hesitated for a moment…then smiled. “I think we can do that.” “Now.” “You bet your ass, now.” She grabbed him by the balls, pulling him back to her room. The air stank of female, of hot, rutting, ready female, and he couldn’t stop himself from following her lead and eventually leaping for her. The second he buried his dick in her pussy, he was lost. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]